Topic: Tales of Belial: Festival of Lights 4 A Transformative Holiday
Hey all, sorry this story is a bit late. I've been working on it since November, but it ended up so long I burned out for a few weeks. But I finally finished and present to you a story packed with all kinds of transformative goodness.
Tags: extreme transformations, multi-breast/limb, inanimate, animalistic and anthro changes, gender bending, merging, holiday,
"Alright everyone, we've finally arrived." Kirk Hammond said as he pulled the packed rental car into a parking space.
"About time." Kirk's daughter Marcie complained from the backseat. "You drive like an old lady."
"Marcie Marie, that's no way to speak to your father." Sheila Hammond berated her daughter from the front seat as she folded up the map they used to get to Wasen.
"Sorry Mom. But you didn't have to sit back here with them snogging half the trip." Marcie shot her older brother Brent an annoyed looked.
Brent rolled his eyes at his sister before turning back to his fiancé. "Ignore her Emma, I think Marcie's just jealous."
Emma playfully stuck her tongue out at her soon to be sister-in-law. "She should be."
Slowly the Hammonds extracted themselves from the rental, banteringly playfully the entire time. They were brimming with excitement and it shown from every face. They were in Wasen during the Festival of Lights, which was practically a rite of passage for transformation fans. That, and they knew that by the end of the day, their lives would be forever changed.
"Now remember the rules." Kirk reminded his children and spouse as they prepared to go their separate ways. "No one shows up for our dinner reservation tonight looking like they do when we break up this morning. Best transformation gets a year worth of bragging rights and first dibs on the food at next year's Goodharvest dinner."
"Best transformation according to whom?" Marcie asked. "Do you think we'll actually be able to reach a consensus?"
"That depends." Sheila answered for her husband. "Are you saying you can't come up with something better than the rest of us."
"Oh, you bet I will." Marcie proclaimed, before stalking off into the crowd.
The rest of the family shared a chuckle before each heading off in their own direction. The only exceptions were Brent and Emma. While as competitive as the rest of the family, they couldn't dream of transforming without the other present.
Kirk Hammond stared up at the sign on the building's exterior. Demon's Flip Tournament. Free Entry. Transformative Prizes.
Kirk had always considered himself an amateur cardshark. Part of it was being good at numbers, a trait he had honed from a young age and kept sharp as an accountant. The other part was the sports-like thrill, without the need for physical exercise.
Kirk looked down at his belly, which in recent years had decided to strike out for additional territory. He'd been a fit jock back in high school, but after busting his knee trying out in college had been living the sedentary life.
If the tournament was really free it might be an easy way to pick up a transformation or two. While he'd always had a fascination for the transformed, Kirk never had a specific transformation in mind for himself. In a way, the unknown nature of the prize was almost as big of a draw as the rush of winning.
Stepping inside the building, Kirk saw a vast open space filled with tables. Based on the floor to ceiling bracket against the left wall, they expected a lot of players to show up. Four rounds meant sixteen starting tables, each of which looked to hold somewhere between five and eight players. With this many players, the odds were good Kirk would win a decent prize even if he was knocked out early.
Walking up to reception table at the front of the hall, Kirk smiled down at the woman sitting there. Although, sitting might have been the wrong word. Most of her body was contained in a large pot, with only her head sticking out the top and her arms out the base. "Good morning, I'd like to register for the tournament."
"Of course sir." the transformed woman replied. "Please fill out the necessary paperwork and return it to me in order to secure your seat."
Kirk goggled as the receptionist handed over a sheaf of papers nearly as thick as his thumb. Maybe this was how they weeded out anyone who wasn't a serious player. Retreating to a chair against the closest wall, Kirk started reading through the paperwork.
Sheila Hammond took her seat in the second row and waited for the demonstration to start. When she first read that this particular avatar was going to be doing a show at the Festival this year, Sheila knew this was where she wanted to get transformed. And Sheila wasn't the only one. The show wasn't supposed to start for another fifteen minutes, and already the room was already over half full.
"Excuse me, do you mind scooting over a seat so we can sit together?"
Sheila looked over to see a mid-thirties couple standing at the edge of the row looking at her. She scooted over a seat and the pair squeezed down the row to take the two open seats.
"Thanks. I was worried this place would fill up before we arrived. " the woman said, holding out her hand to shake. "Jennie Fitzgerald."
"Sheila Hammond." Shelia replied as she shook the woman's hand. "It looks like you made it in just in time."
"Ralph Fitzgerald." the man said as he took his seat on Jennie's other side.
"Are you two…" Sheila began, unable to determine the pair's relationship. They looked similar enough to be siblings or even twins, with identical runner's builds and rounded faces. Their hair was the same sandy brown, though Ralph had a buzz cut while Jennie's locks framed her face in a bob.
Jennie and Ralph stared at each other for a moment before chuckling. "We're husband and wife." Jennie explained.
"Though we do get a lot of people thinking we're brother and sister." Ralph added. "You should have seen our last family reunion."
"Are you two locals or did you travel out for the Festival?"
"We're local-ish. We live about an hour and a half drive north. I've always wanted to come see the Festival and Ralph surprised me with a trip down here for our anniversary. How about you?"
"I'm on vacation too, though I wish our travel was that short. We probably spent half a day on an airship getting here." Anticipating the upcoming question Sheila continued, "The rest of my family's running around the Festival somewhere. We've turned it into a bit of a competition, to see who can find the best transformations…"
The trio continued to share stories as the room filled to capacity and the show began. A T shaped stage ran along one wall of the room, with the longest end surrounded by the audience. A woman strode out from one of the short legs of the T. From the neck down she appeared to be wearing a skintight black bodysuit, over which she wore a white doctor's labcoat.
"Good morning everyone." she called to the crowd. "I'm Dr. Jeccel, and I'm glad to see I have so many excited followers here to see me. Is everyone here looking for a change in their life?" The crowd waved their hands and cheered. "Excellent. I'll start off with a few basic transformation before I turn things over to my other half to show off some of the creative designs we've been working on. But first, a question. How many of you know what makes my transformations special?"
Sheila raised her hand, as did Jennie and Ralph. About half the crowd did as well. "Hmm, lower than I expected. Those of you who don't know about me, did you come with someone in the know? Or because you wanted to find out about new transformations?"
"We came because you're hot." someone called from the other side of the stage. Sheila shifted to the left to try to see where the speaker was. If she had to guess, he was somewhere in the mass of frat boy looking youths sporting school colors.
"I'm always open for compliments." Dr. Jeccel purred. "Why don't you come up here and I'll give you a little reward for your honesty?"
There were cheers from the frat boy section and one of their number rose from the crowd. He was good looking in the way people barely into their twenties always were, with short blonde hair and blue eyes.
"What's your name, handsome?" Dr. Jeccel asked as the frat boy joined her on the stage.
"Now Vincent, tell which part of my body you like the best. What part of me really gets you motor running?"
Vincent took a long moment to examine Dr. Jeccel from head to toe, his eyes lingering over every one of her assets. He finally blurted, "You have a really nice set of tits."
Dr. Jeccel cupped her large breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. "They are nice, aren't they. I wish I could say they were natural, but sadly they're the product of dipping into my own supply." She gave her breasts another squeeze, nearly shoving them in the frat boy's face. "So Vincent, how would you like to get your hands on a set of lovelies like these?"
Hector nodded dumbly, nearly hypnotized by the orbs rising and falling with each of the Doctor's breaths. "If you want a pair of your own to play with, all I need you to do is take off your shirt."
The young man did so, nearly ripping the garment in the process. An assistant came onstage, wearing a labcoat and bodysuit just like the Doctor's. She was pushing a small trolley with a plastic storage tub on top. When the assistant stopped it beside Dr. Jeccel, the Doctor reached in and scooped out one of the items inside. Before the crowd could register that it was a small water balloon, Dr. Jeccel threw it at Vincent's chest like champion softball player. The orb impacted dead center on the frat boy's naked chest, splattering a white, paint like substance all over his pecs.
"What the h…" Vincent began, looking down at the mess spread across his chest. He was still looking down when a second balloon, this time larger and filled with clear liquid, impacted right after the first.
"Why are you…" Vincent stopped abruptly, mouth agog. His hands flew to his chest and covered his pecs like a woman surprised getting out of the shower. "What's going on, what did you do to me?"
"I'm giving you exactly what you asked for, a pair of nice big breasts of your own to play with." Dr. Jeccel threw another balloon, which impacted Vincent's chest just the like the first two. As the crowd watched the liquid seemed to soak right into his skin like moisture on a dry sponge. The more balloons Dr. Jeccel threw and the more liquid was absorbed, the bigger Vincent's breasts became. It only took three more before he was lugging a pair of knockers bigger than Dr. Jeccel's.
"I think he's had enough Doctor." the assistant proffered.
"Perhaps you're right, Melanie." Dr. Jeccel walked right up to Vincent, who was dejectedly looking down as his chest. The good Doctor had lived up to her word, they were just as perky and plump as any breasts Sheila had ever seen.
"Ah, why the long face Vincent? You got just what you asked for."
"I didn't want them on me." the young man said, barely louder than a whisper.
"Why not? Why should someone else have the pleasure?" Dr. Jeccel ran a finger down the sides of each of Vincent's breasts. The frat boy let out a gasp as she flicked his nipples.
"You liked that, didn't you Vincent? These babies are so sensitive when they're full, you'll almost forget about what's between your legs."
Vincent was nearly panting as Dr. Jeccel continued to play with his breasts. "But what…what will people think when they see me walking down the street? I'm a freak, a man with breasts."
"Oh boy, you really know nothing about my transformations, do you? Melanie, bring the cart over if you please?"
When the cart was before the pair of them Dr. Jeccel reached out and pinched both of Vincent's nipples, hard. The frat boy let out a squeal of pain that quickly shifted into cries of orgasm. His whole body shuddered and liquid squirted from between Dr. Jeccel's finger. The Doctor let go, instead pointing Vincent's breasts toward the tub that once contained the water balloons. With each of the frat boy's shudders more liquid spurted from his nipples into the tub. His breasts shrank with each spurt, until a minute later he was back to his flat chested self.
"See, all better." Dr. Jett gave Vincent a playful slap on the shoulder. "Apart from your oversized nipples, no one will ever know."
"I don't understand." Vincent said, poking at his now flat chest.
"Clearly. Let this be an object lesson on why it's not smart to heckle alchemists when you don't know what type of transformations they specialize in. I specialize in dual state transformations, sometimes called closet transformations. People who use my potions gain the ability to shift their bodies between two states. In your case, your chest can absorb water to grow into luscious breasts. With practice you'll gain some control, so you don't boobify yourself in the shower each night, but after that no one will be able to tell you're a transformee. You'll have, as you called them, a really nice set of tits, but only when you want to. That, is the kind of transformation I specialize in."
The crowd cheered as Vincent stumbled offstage, still looking at his chest. The assistant, Melanie, retrieved his forgotten shirt, tied it in a ball, and tossed it to one of Vincent's frat boy companions.
"Now that we've got that unpleasantness out of the way, who else wants to be changed? I've got my whole stock of basic transformations with me, so ask away."
While Melanie pushed the cart offstage, a small line quickly formed at the front of the stage. When the assistant returned with another cart heavily laden with vials, Dr. Jeccel called the first woman up onstage.
"What change would you like me to make in your life?" Dr. Jeccel asked her.
"I really liked that transformation you did at the Frey art show last year, when you look that model's arms away. I've always fantasized about getting a change like that."
"Not a problem, that's one of my best sellers. There are a lot of people who share your helpless fantasies."
Dr. Jeccel put on a pair of gloves before selecting s tub of ointment from the cart. She rubbed it into the woman's left arm, starting at the shoulder and working all the way down to the fingertips. Melanie also gloved up and started working on her right arm. Dr. Jeccel finished first and by the time she stepped away it was clear that the woman's arm was shrinking. Maybe receding was a better word, getting shorter and shorter as it was sucked into the woman's torso.
A minute later the woman was left totally armless. She twirled for the crowd, revealing the sphincters that now rested in the sockets of her shoulders.
"How do you feel?" Dr. Jeccel asked.
"This is awesome." the woman replied. " I can still feel my arms inside me and can even move them. It's like tickling my insides."
"Just be aware the change removed most of your digestive system to make space for your arms. You now consist mostly on mana, but can still eat small portions. Try flipping back to your other state."
The woman concentrated and a moment later her fingertips could be seen poking out of the sphincters at her shoulders. A minute later, she was visibly in possession of a pair of arms again. There was an indent encircling the top her arms where they met the body, making the woman look like a giant ball jointed doll.
"As you can see, the execution of dual state transformation is tricky." Dr. Jeccel explained as she pointed out the anomaly. "You'll look perfectly normal with your clothes on, but naked there will be some unusual remnants of the other form. The more severe the transformation, the more significant the crossover required between forms." Dr. Jeccel nodded to the volunteer, who was already pulling her arms back within herself. "Thank you for helping in my demonstration. Next."
The next woman wanted Dr. Jeccel to surprise her with a change.
Smiling broadly, the Doctor smeared a red ointment over the woman's nipples and areola. The change caused both parts of the woman's ample breasts to enlarge. Eventually the nipple sunk into itself, leaving a plump red ring like a hooker's lips.
"Now, I need you to focus on your breasts and push." Dr. Jeccel explained.
The volunteer looked skeptical but did as instructed. She thrust her chest forward as if her breasts were ready to pop free and fly away. Instead something slid out from the holes that replaced her nipples. Two somethings, long and thick and cylindrical. The volunteer stared agog at the twin dicks now poking out from her breasts, before smiling mischievously and giving them a playful pump.
"My girlfriend and I are going to have a lot of fun with these." she remarked before thanking the alchemist and moving offstage.
Sheila was surprised to see the next volunteer was another of the frat boys. This one was more androgynous that the first, with wavy hair in a non-gender specific style. She was double surprised when he asked for the same change as the humbled Vincent. She was triple surprised when he agreed to Dr. Jeccel's proposal that she'd only do it if he also accepted a complimentary change to his genitals.
While Melanie applied the changing ointment to the frat boy's breasts, thankfully without any more water balloons, Dr. Jeccel picked out another ointment and started rubbing it on the man's penis and balls. As the crowd watched, they sunk into his body, revealing only a feminine vagina in their wake.
"You're now a hermaphrodite." Dr. Jeccel explained and she stuck a finger in the frat boy…girl's new slit. "You penis and balls have the ability to retract into your vagina, with the head of your dick acting as your clit. In your other state your balls and dick are fully extended, hiding your vagina from view. In this way you can present as fully male, fully female, or somewhere in between."
"Am I still…you know…functional down there?" the frat herm asked.
"You can be, but currently you have a fertility safeguard in place to prevent getting yourself or someone else pregnant. This is fixable with a simple reversal potion whenever you're ready to start a family. And even then, your body won't let you impregnate yourself."
"I can't wait to try this out, thank you." the frat herm said as it started to get dressed once again.
"My pleasure. It's so much better when I'm dealing with polite volunteers."
The next twenty minutes flew by as Dr. Jeccel continued to apply her magic to the volunteers. Limb removal. Body inflation. Extra orifices and genitals. Eventually she proclaimed, "Alright everyone, I think that was enough of a warm-up act. Though I'm sure you loved those transformations, what you really came here to see is my custom work. Isn't that right?" The crowd cheered, indicating the alchemist was right on the money. "I think it's time for my other half to come out and finish the show."
Dr. Jeccel removed her coat, handing it off to her assistant. The skintight catsuit followed, revealing a body that wasn't fully standard underneath. A deep groove started at the base of her neck and ran down between the Doctor's breasts, and finally stopped at her navel. Those who hadn't seen the transformation before gasped as the groove opened, the skin peeling away like the skin of a banana. Revealed beneath was a writhing mass of tentacles, each as thick as the doctor's arms. Some were dick tipped, others ending in mouths or vagina tipped breast spheres.
The tentacle creature pulled more of its limbs out from the legs of its humanoid form, leaving the now empty skin floating behind it like a tail. Several tentacles went to tying the loose flesh in knots until it resembled a bow, with Dr. Jeccel's former face at the center.
"I am Hindle, avatar of Mammon." the tentacle creature proclaimed, it's words echoing from what seemed a dozen different throats. "You have come here to see my grand ideas?" The crowd nodded eagerly. "I will bestow three transformation today, on those that I find worthy of my attention." The avatar's tentacles spiraled out to examine the crowd, as if each was tipped with its own eye. Without warning all of the tentacles turned and pointed at a single audience member. "You."
"Me?" squeaked the woman in question. She was dressed like a punk in torn jeans and a band t-shirt. Neon blue hair covered the top of her head, while the sides were clean shaven.
At the Avatar's direction the woman came up on stage. "Do you wish to accept the gift of one of my transformations?" Hindle asked.
"Heck yea." the woman replied, surprise having faded to excitement. "Make me a total freak."
"That was the idea." the Avatar remarked dryly, before one of its tentacles shot out and plunged down the punk's throat. Other tentacles wrapped around her, stripping off clothing. Once the woman's pants and open crotch panties were removed, additional tentacles squirmed up her vagina and ass. The tentacles in question bulged and contracted and huge amounts of something…air, cum, Sheila didn't know… were pumped into the woman. Her limbs began to swell monstrously. They started out as cylinders thicker than her torso, but soon grew spherical. It was only after each limb sphere grew to nearly three feet in diameter did the incessant pumping stop.
Tentacles retracted, leaving the four huge spheres floating in mid-air. The radically changed woman spun lazily as she floated. This allowed the audience to see the ends of the spheres were capped with dinner plate sized areola, giving them the look of giant breasts. Instead of a nipple the cavity sunk inward, much like the breasts of the dick tipped woman earlier.
Sheila squinted as the floating breasts rotated and thought she could see they were connected by another, smaller sphere in the middle. It was likely the transformed version of the woman's torso. She could just make out additional areolas with cavities in the gaps between the breasts.
"You change has stabilized. Come out and play, little one." the Avatar commanded.
Tentatively, tentacles poked out of the gaps at the end of the breasts. Colored the same as the woman's missing hair they were more octopus that phallic, with ringed suckers covering one side. The tentacles grew longer and longer, allowing the changed woman to feel her new form.
"I feel…strange." the floating creature proclaimed. Much like the Avatar it's voice echoed, as if more than one mouth was speaking at a time. "There's so much more of me and I can see in so many directions. And I'm flying. I always wanted to fly. Though…I never thought it would be like this."
"That is why I picked you, out of everyone here. Why don't you give flying a little spin?"
As the transformed woman did a lap around the room, Sheila thought it was closer to floating in style than true flying. Propulsion was obtained by expelling gas from one of her breast blimps, with the tentacles providing some direction. As she floated by overhead Sheila could see she was right about the cavities on the central torso. Up close they appeared more vaginal in nature. There was a large one pointing nadir on the central torso, larger than the ones between the breast blimps. Presumably there was a second one on top, pointing skyward.
Eventually Hindle called the floating transformee back to the stage so she could revert to human form. There was a great farting sound as air escaped from multiple orifices.
"You'll want to be careful doing this around any open flames." the Avatar remarked as the punk deflated back to human size. "Your body naturally produces large quantities of hydrogen now, which can be dangerous on confined locations. I would have preferred helium, but it provided insufficient lift for a transformee of your size."
Back in a humanoid shape, it was still clear the punk was a transformee. Her skin had taken on a corduroy condition of bumps and dips, especially on her limbs. Foot long slits could be seen running vertically on the front and sides of her torso, ringed in dark patches of bumpy skin. The woman's head was unchanged, but she had a ball joint like gap around the neck explaining how it was pulled into her body.
"This is so weird." the punk remarked as she raised her hand to her face. "Moving feels totally wrong. It's like trying to guide by arm by committee, with lots of unexpected jerks and starts."
"That is because your musculature has been replaced by the tentacles from your other form. It will take some practice, but soon the change will be indistinguishable."
The punk tried to stand and nearly fell over. "I think it might take more than a little practice."
Dr. Jeccel's assistant came over to help the changed woman up. It took the audience a moment to realize that she had changed into her other self just like Dr. Jeccel. Melanie's labcoat and bodysuit were absent, revealing the changed body underneath. Her breasts had inflated two sizes and split open like a sliced orange. Twin foot octopus tentacles akin to the punks' emerged from the center of the breasts and twisted among each other. Only these were a bright purple instead of blue.
Further tentacles spilled out of the woman's crotch from both of her lower holes. Her legs now bent at strange angles in a more digitigrade configuration. What Sheila had once thought were high heels were revealed to actually be hooves.
Melanie stopped before the downed volunteer and used several of her tentacles to help the woman back to her feet. This was necessary due to the disappearance of the assistant's arms.
"Huh, you have some pretty cool changes yourself." the punk remarked, reaching up to stroke one of the dick horns that poked forwarded from the assistant's temples.
As Melanie helped the punk off the stage, Hindle went back to scanning for its next volunteer. "For this next change, I require a couple."
Beside Sheila, Jennie and Ralph were quivering in their seats. They looked seconds away from throwing their hands in the air and waving wildly when the Avatar's tentacles all focused on a spot further down the row. "You two."
There were cries of excitement, followed by a man and woman climbing up onstage. Both appeared in their mid thirties, fit and toned in the way only people who spend fortunes on personal trainers can accomplish. As they stripped out of their clothes, every well defined muscle was on full display.
Hindle arrange the couple, Shirley and Frankie, onstage with the man standing behind his partner. The Avatar directed Frankie to bend at the wait, putting his face nearly into Shirley's rear.
"I feel like the back end on one of those Demon's Eve horse costumes." Frankie joked.
"Are you saying you're a horse's ass?" his partner quipped back.
Melanie appeared from backstage with carrying a thick bundle of cloth. Hindle took it from her and used its many tentacles to unfold a sheet taller than itself. The Avatar gave it a flick, spreading the cloth out to its full size, and let it drift down over the couple. The fabric draped over the couple, creating the horse-ish shape the couple alluded to earlier.
After sitting there still for a minute, the fabric seemed to draw inward. No longer loosely draped, it began to pull tightly around the couple. Instead of the expected outline, it was quickly clear that changes were taking place underneath. Shirley's torso seemed to have split in three, while there were strange lumps growing out of Frankie's back.
When the cloth finally stopped moving, Melanie took hold of it and whipped the fabric away with a "Ta-da."
Underneath the cloth was a sort of sex stallion. It was quadruped, with four muscular legs ending in hooves. What had once been Shirley's torso were now three massive dicks, turning this way and that as if they bizarre creature could use them to see. An equally large dick hung from beneath the rearmost legs, accompanied by twin basketball sized testicles.
But the part of the change that evoked the clearest image of a mount (apart from the giant horse dicks), was the raised area on the back of the horizontal torso. It was unmistakably a saddle, the flesh darkened to the brown of leather. Twin protuberances stuck up in the middle, ready to fill the lower holes of any female brave enough to ride such a beast.
Hindle invited ones such female up to the stage to be the first rider. By the way the woman's face morphed into a shocked "O" as she got fully seated in the saddle, Sheila suspected the phalluses were even larger than they appeared at a distance.
After a few minutes of prancing around the room, the sex stallion returned to the center of the stage and transformed back into the couple. It was fascinating to watch the trio of phallic heads press back together into the facsimile of a human torso, a pair of arms and a head reappearing out of the slits. Frankie was able to pull his head out of Shirley's backside as his arms also reappeared and the saddle on his back deflated.
After a minute or so there were two normal-ish people onstage. Both
had retained their hooved feet, though they now appeared as high heels and cowboy boots. While it had shrunk to half size, Frankie's member was still equine looking and significantly larger than a standard humans'. There were the slits, gaps, and discolorations required for their altered forms. But like Hindle has said, put some clothes on the pair and the changes would be very hard to notice. It might be impossible to miss the bulge at Frankie's crotch, but all sorts of men were getting themselves enhanced these days.
As the muscular couple left the stage, each with an arm around the shoulders of the woman who had ridden them, Hindle once again spread its many tentacles to examine the crowd. "Now for my last transformation."
Sheila felt her heart bear faster as the Avatar's tentacles twisted and bent, looking in every direction. Without warning, all of the tentacles turned and pointed right at her. "You!"
Sheila looked left and right, expecting someone to jump up excitedly. Suddenly it hit her, everyone was staring in her direction. Dazedly, Sheila realized that she was the one who had just been called out.
Beside her, Jennie's face was nearly bursting with excitement. "Go on, go." she whispered.
Still feeling that this was some sort of dream, Sheila slowly made her way onto the stage. Before her stood the bizarre form of the Avatar, Hindle's tentacles back to looking in all directions. "Do you wish to accept the gift I am about to bestow on you?"
The words lodged in Sheila's throat. This is why she'd come to the Festival, after all. To get transformed. But never in her kinkiest fantasies did Sheila image in would be onstage, in front of so many people. But now that she was here, was there even the smallest whisper in the back of her mind that seriously suggested she turn back? "I do."
As Sheila began stripping off her clothes, the assistant Melanie appeared from backstage pushing a huge block of light brown stone. It was four feet high and eight feet wide, cut roughly circular. As the block came closer Sheila could see the it was not one solid piece. Instead the stone was like a giant tub or pool, filled with a murky brown fluid that bubbled ominously.
"If you with to be transformed, all you must do is climb into this pool and sink beneath the surface. Let the essence of the liquid seep into your body, mold it and shape it. Only when you no longer need to breathe, that is when you are reach to rejoin the world above."
Doesn't it mean, when I need to take a breath? Sheila wondered as she climbed up rough stone steps carved into the side of the pool. Only one way to find out.
The pools was way too shallow for Sheila to dive in, so instead she took a seat on the lip and let her legs dangle into the muck. The thick liquid pulled at her naked skin, as if begging her to slip inside. Taking one last full breath of air, Sheila let herself sink fully into the pool.
While it was wide, the pool was rather shallow. Sheila found herself floating horizontal, equilibrium reached between her buoyancy and the thickness of the liquid. The muck was all around her now, clinging to every inch of her skin. Said skin began to warm as the transformative agents went to work.
Unable to use most of her senses, Sheila was left with only touch to discover how her body was changing. She could feet herself expanding outward, the current of the muck catching on new parts of her body. Unable to keep a seal any longer, Sheila felt the muck flow into her lower holes, filling and transforming her insides.
The experience was so overwhelming, Sheila wondered how long she could manage to stay down here. Her lungs burned with the need to breathe, but she was right on the verge of the biggest orgasm of her life. She was so close, so very close…
Sheila's scream of orgasm was muffled by the muck around her. With her mouth now open, the thick liquid poured inside her. Sheila expected to start choking and immediately tried to close her mouth. The liquid fought her, continuing to pour inside. Just as her panic reached its highest point Sheila was struck with a realization. She didn't need to breathe. It was as if she was absorbing the needed life energy from the very liquid around her. Experimentally, she opened her mouth and swallowed a few more gulps of muck. Nothing terrible happened, other than the fading glow as her transformation solidified. So that was what the Avatar meant.
Realizing it was time, Sheila pushed off from the floor of the pool. Either she was much denser now, or much larger, as the maneuver was much smoother than her entry to the pool.
Sheila broke the surface of the pool, sending liquid flying everywhere. She grasped the edge and used her arms to lift herself out. As she was halfway out a second, lower set of arms took over. The action was so natural Sheila was almost fully out of the pool before she realized her new additions.
"A beast, modeled on those of primeval times." Hindle proclaimed as Sheila dropped to the floor beside the pool with a thud. "A sexualized hunter, a predator and defender." Turning more of its tentacles toward Sheila, the Avatar asked, "Would you like to see what you look like?"
When Sheila nodded, Hindle pressed one of its tentacles against her forehead. Suddenly Sheila was seeing herself from dozens of angles, the sight lines of the Avatar's many tentacles.
Hindle was right, Sheila did look like a primeval beast. She was much larger than before, easily seven feet tall based on the pool behind her. Her six limbed body was toned with athletic muscles and completely hairless. Instead her milky white skin was covered in neon blue lines that gave the impression of scales.
Sheila's most significant change was the many dick topped breasts covering her body. There were two additional pairs below the originals on her torso, each several cups larger than Sheila's initial bustline. A line of dick topped breasts started at Sheila's widow's peak, ran in a line across the top of her head, down her back, and along the top of her three foot tail. The smallest ones at either end were only the size of apples, with thumb sized dicks atop them. The largest breasts, on the center of Sheila's back, were well over a foot in diameter and topped with dicks the size of two liter soda bottles.
The last thing Sheila focused on before Hindle broke the connection was her face. It had remained relatively unchanged, likely to allow for the transformation back into her human form. Only now her mouth was stretched open twice as wide as was possible before. A half dozen, foot long tongue poked out in a ring around the edges, waving like they were tasting the air. To her shock, Sheila found she could in fact taste far more than before. It was as if she could sense the arousal of the crowd, the secretions leaking from their bodies as they stared upon her changed form and wished to either be it or fuck it.
There was a tantalizing scent very close at hand. Sheila used her multiple arms to push her breasts aside and looked down. There, poking out from her crotch like a cannon, was a massive penis. The tip was more angular than a human’s, with spiked ridges around the rim. It took Sheila's overwhelmed brain a moment to realize that this monster was actually a part of her. She gave her new member an experimental stroke with one lower hand, which resulted in every dick on Sheila's body standing up at maximum hardness. Did dicks always feel this good? If so, how did males ever get anything done? And why had she waited so long to get a bodyful of her own?
While Sheila was feeling herself up, the Avatar began explaining the details of her new form. Apparently she was now fully mana dependent, both for breathing and digestion. There simply wasn't enough room for the dual state transformation otherwise. Sheila would still be able to eat small amounts of food, but it would be converted into cum. Better for her were mana rich drinks.
Keeping an ear on Hindle’s explanation, Sheila swung her tail around for a better look. In addition to the dick breasts on the top, it had two more lines of them running down either side. At the end of her tail was a two foot diameter ball of breasts and dicks. Bashing it into someone or something would likely cause a lot of damage. It was like having a morning star or flair attached to her
Eventually, Hindle asked Sheila to return to her human form. Melanie brought over what appeared to be a portable shower and asked Sheila to stand inside. The beastly woman did so. At Hindle's instructions Sheila tried to picture her human form and the desire to change back into her. After about a minute the rock hard dicks across Sheila's body began to cum. As white liquid poured out of her and splattered across the clear plastic sheet of the shower, Sheila found her new additions shrinking away. The breasts covering her body deflated until they were only oversized nipples, the dick tips causing only tiny bumps. Once her tail was smooth enough Sheila found she could fold both it and her dick into the cavernous vagina that encompassed the gouche region between her legs. Even with most of Sheila's body being hollow now, it was a tight fit for both appendages and the lower arms that withdrew into her torso.
The talons on Sheila's hands and feet retracted back into normal looking finger and toe nails. The bones in her feet adjusted, lowering Sheila back from her previous toe walk position. The extra segment in her digitigrade legs snapped back into line and the section collapsed, bringing her closer to her original height. While she would be several inches taller than before, Sheila's height was now not out of the ordinary for a normal human.
Eventually Sheila found herself fully back in human form. Or at least, as human as she could simulate. She was still completely hairless and had enough weird bumps and skin patches that anyone seeing her naked would instantly know she was more than human.
After parading around for the crowd, Sheila asked Hindle, "How do I transform back into beast form?"
"Due to the mass required, such a shift is much slower than the reverse. Your body is capable of generating the extra mass itself from ambient mana, but this takes anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour. This process can be significantly sped up by the application of additional material, especially mana rich material. If you were to step back into the pool now, you could shift in a manner of minutes."
"Do you mind if I do so? I want to spend the rest of my day here in beast mode."
The Avatar chuckled. "Of course you do. I shouldn't be surprised after all. Out of everyone here, my senses told me that you were the one that would most enjoy that transformation."
Instead of climbing back into the pool, the Avatar suggested a simpler solution. After Hindle wrapped up the show, Sheila stepped once more into the portable shower. Melanie hooked up a barrel of cum and pumped it in, allowing Sheila to soak up the liquid as she changed.
Five minutes later, Sheila emerged in her larger, spikier form. To her surprise, she found Jennie and Ralph waiting for her, chatting with Melanie and Dr. Jeccel. Both alchemist and assistant had shifted back to their humanoid forms, but remained naked save for their lab coats.
"I can't thank you enough for this change Doctor." Sheila said as she walked over to the group.
"It was my pleasure." the Doctor replied. "As always, Hindle's transformation came out beautifully. I expected we'll be receiving orders for similar work in the near future. Would you be willing to model this form again at one of my other shows? I have a greatest changes performance coming up in two months."
"I would very much like the opportunity." Sheila gave the alchemist her contact information before moving off the stage so the clean-up could begin. There was another transformation show starting in half an hour and no time to waste.
As Sheila stepped outside, Ralph and Jennie in her wake, she turned and asked the couple, "Why did you two wait for me?"
"We wanted to see your changes up close." Ralph explained. "I mean, we were sitting there talking with you, and then you got picked to go up onstage. I wish we'd been picked, but this is easily the next best thing."
"You seemed like a really cool person when we chatted before the show." Jennie added. "So we wondered if you wanted to hang out with us for the rest of the Festival?"
"Jennie's hoping your luck will rub off on her." Ralph teased.
Jennie stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm not. Ok, maybe a little. So what do you say? Want to hang out with us?"
Sheila mock considered, stroking her chin with one clawed hand. "I don't know. I see some upsides but…ok, just kidding. You're more than welcome to come with me. First stop on the list is a clothing shop. As much as I'd like to walk around naked all day, the excuse I'm recently transformed will go stale quickly."
"Ooh, I know the perfect place to start. On our way in, I saw a booth selling headscarves. They would be perfect because…you know." Jennie gestured at her hair, something Sheila now lacked.
"Sounds perfect. Lead the way."
Marcie Hammond smiled as she stepped through the doors into the annual art exhibition at the Festival of Lights. As a long time lover of transformed art, and a first year art student herself, the art show was what she was looking forward to the most on this trip.
The exhibition took up an entire building downtown, broken up into different areas of focus. Turning left after she entered, Marcie found herself in a section devoted to the history of transformed art. The inhabitants of the realm had been using alchemy in artwork for hundreds of years and several historical devices were on display next to modern counterparts.
On one wall was a frame press from the era of Mad Kings, designed to reshape any woman put inside it into an rectangle of ornate gold. A modern equivalent was beside it, smaller and with highly polished metal components compared to the rough metal of the old press. Between the large machines was a television looping a video of two women demonstrating the use of the presses. They appeared to be twins, with lanky bodies and white blonde hair. The old press required its twin to contort herself into a circle, before closing tightly and pressing her into shape. The twin that went into the more modern frame maker climbed into a tank on the side. D-cum poured from the top, melting her into a golden puddle, before she was pumped into the press' mold.
The results of each press were displayed on either side of their machines, each framing the picture of their previous form and some biographical data. As she studied the result of the old press, Marcie noted a sign hanging below that stated touching the frame was encouraged. Tentatively, Marcie gave it an experimental stroke. The gold gave slightly under her finger, as if it was living flesh painted gold instead of hard metal. It had a warmth that betrayed that the frame had once been a living person.
Before she moved on, Marcie noted that the frames were to be auctioned off that evening, with the proceeds going to fund further historical research. Apparently the historical society that owned the Mad King's press also had a papermaking machine from the same era that also needed restoration. Volunteers who wanted to be part of the testing process were encourage to call the number at the bottom.
The next section was focused on transformed statues. Some were created by transformed artists, other focused on transformed subjects, and some were created by transforming volunteers. Many statues overlapped categories or even fell into all three.
Marcie stopped before a statue of a young woman reclining against a rock. Her four arms were massaging her four breasts, while a spade tipped tail plunged deep into the gap between her legs. Hooved legs spread wide, horned leg thrown back in ecstasy, forever frozen in climax. The woman looked strangely familiar, but Marci couldn't place her.
Spotting a placard beside the statue, Marcie stepped closer to read the small text. The statue had been created using a living volunteer. Both the artist and volunteer were transformed. They both attended…oh, that might be why the woman looked familiar. Both the artist and subject both went to Marcie's college, though a year or two ahead of her. Perhaps she'd seen the woman walking around campus before.
Marcie leaned closer, trying to picture the stone woman as her former living, breathing self. Hang on, now that she was paying extra close attention, Marcie could see the minute fluctuations in the statue's chest. She was still breathing, even if it was barely perceptible beyond close range. Marcie's gaze raised to the statue's face, just in time to see it wink at her.
Marcie jumped a foot in the air in shock, her heart beating like a hummingbird's. She almost expected the statue to lunge at her, but the horned woman continued to recline on her rock.
Marcie decided to try something. "If you can hear me, blink again."
The stone woman blinked once. Emboldened, Marcie asked another question. "Are you going back to school after the exhibition? Blink once for no, twice for yes." Two blinks. "I go to the same school as you. Should I look you and your artist up when I get back?"
Two blinks, followed by two more sets of two in rapid succession.
Apparently the woman really liked being a statue. "Ok, I'll see you then."
Marcie passed through two more exhibitions before entering one called "Impending Cum-clusions". Each of large tubes or cubs contained humans on the verge of transforming. There was a man hanging from a bar above a pool of d-cum. A timer on the side of the cube stated that he'd been hanging there for three hours so far. Beside that was another cube with a bar, but this one's inhabitant had already fallen. The clock was stopped at a point about a half hour before and the creature within was a bizarre combination of human and plant. An armless and headless pink humanoid torso rose from the central bulb, while penile tentacles waved as if tracking the plant's next victim.
The next cube held a woman bound to a x-frame. She was naked save for the chastity devices that covered her entire body. These were the only things saving her from the carpet of dakini worms that covered the floor of the cube. There was also a dakini spawn in the cube already, walking back and forth between the bound woman and a wall of shiny objects. Squinting, Marcie could just make out that they were keys. Looking closer at the woman's belt, bra, and gag, Marcie could see each was sealed with a large and solid lock. The spawn tried it's selected key in the lock for all three, but the metal sliver refused to slide into any of the holes. The bound woman squirmed when the realized that this key wasn't the one, though Marcie wasn't sure if she was relieved or annoyed by this fact. Not seeming dejected, the spawn returned the key to the hack of hundreds and selected another seemingly at random.
Curious about why the woman's breasts were locked up, having no holes for a dakini worm to enter, Marcie located the explanation placard. Reading it, she learned that the locks binding the woman to the frame would unlatch if her bra was removed. She would then be safe until the end of the exhibit. However, when one chastity item was unlocked the other two would permanently seal, so she'd be forever chaste and silent afterward. If her gag or belt were unlocked first, the other two devices would also lock on, adapting to whatever spawn form she ended up in. Marcie shook her head incredulously at the devious set-up before moving on.
After the large cubes there were several upright cylinders. The first was filled with a pink tinted gas and the man within stared longingly as the astounding rack of sex toys against one wall of the tube. A placard beside the exhibit explained that the cylinder was filled with arousal gas, and the sex toys would cause transformations if they were inside the body during orgasm.
The next cube held a couple fornicating wildly. The woman was on her back, limbs splayed, while her partner thrust deeply into her vagina. Marcie could make out hints of the pink arousal gas, which explained their frantic coupling. Above the couple, dividing the cylinder in half, was a foot thick block of ice. Above the ice was another three foot section of cylinder filled to the brim with d-cum. The ice was wider than the cylinder above and below, so a significant portion would have to melt before the d-cum could spill into the lower chamber. It was already dripping water in places, warmed by the body heat of the coupling couple below.
Without warning, the male pulled out, flipped his partner over, and started plowing into her doggy style. The woman's face pressed into the glass wall of the cylinder less than a foot from Marcie's causing the startled young woman to jump back in surprise. This caused her to bump into someone standing behind her and nearly fall over.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that." A hand reached down and Marcie used it to pull herself back upright. It was attached to a handsome young man about her age, with short sandy hair, big blue eyes, and a wide grin.
"And I didn't mean to use your shoe for target practice. But I blame her." Marcie replied in jest, pointing at the woman in the tube. If the copulating woman noticed the commotion she had caused outside the tube, it wasn't evident. Her face was still locked in a look of foggy arousal.
"No, it was my fault." the young man insisted. "Besides, the inside of the tube is mirrored. Flo has no idea we're out here."
"Flo? You know the woman in there?"
The young man nodded. "Flo and Everett are good friends of mine. They're the ones who asked me to come out for the Festival so I could see them transform."
"Really, that's cool. I take it you're not a local then? Where do you live now?"
The young man chuckled. "Nope, I am a local. That's why I suggested this place to Flo and Everett as a good place to get transformed. But I'm currently away attending college."
When her told her the school, Marcie's jaw dropped. "You're kidding. That's where I'm going to school right now too." Finding out one of the exhibits was a former schoolmate was one thing, but find out this living, breathing, cute boy also went to her school was luck on a whole other level. Wrapping her arm around his, Marci stated, "How about this. To make up for sneaking up on me, you act as my tour guide for the rest of the day? As a local, I bet you know all the best places to check out."
The young man mock pondered. "I don't know." he mused. "Spending the day with a hot young woman, who just happens to go to school with me, doesn't seem like much of a punishment."
Marcie's heart gave a little flutter when he called her hot. The moment was a total meet cute, but right now all she wanted was to spend more time getting to know him. "Oh, I'm sure I can find ways. I'm Marcie, by the way."
"Cliff. Now, unless there's other art you want to see, I know this great bistro down the block. Best sandwiches you'll ever taste. The cheese is actually made by the proprietress, who's part cow…"
Kirk leaned back into his chair with a grin. The first round was over and he'd been one of the three to advance from his table. Kirk had been right in picking this tournament as a way to spend the morning. The thrill as every card was flipped over, the rush of winning a hand…it was almost as good as sex. Possibly better, since as with most adults with children in the house his and Sheila's intimate times had been few and far between of late. Something Kirk hoped to fix in the near future.
"A drink while you wait sir?"
Kirk turned to see a young blonde woman standing beside him, holding a tray of glasses. She was dressed in an odd combination of a sexy maid dress and a bikini. Stockinged legs, white gloved arms, tight bikini top that barely concealed her ample cleavage, and a tiny apron that left her toned stomach bare and only fell halfway down her thighs. Kirk had seen other women dressed similarly throughout the hall, passing out drinks and snacks.
"Thank you miss…" Kirk spotted a small nametag pinned to the left strap of the woman's top. "Annabelle. Are you getting a chance to watch some of the games or are they working you constantly?"
"Oh, I get to see enough. Your bluff ten minutes ago that knocked out the player to your left was inspiring."
"I try." Kirk downed the glass in a single gulp and handed it back.
Annabelle set the empty glass on her tray. "I'll be back after the next round with another drink. Try to hang on until them."
"Oh I will." Kirk responded softly as Annabelle curtseyed and walked away.
Kirk got up from the table and made his way to the restrooms. The last thing he wanted was his bladder acting up in the middle of a round. The entire way he nearly kicked himself for staring at a woman like that who wasn't his wife. He still loved Sheila deeply, even after all their years of marriage. There was just something about this place that was making him feel randy.
After finishing his business at the urinal, Kirk went to the sink to wash his hands. Reaching over for the soap, Kirk froze as his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. His hair hadn't been that thick this morning, had it? And with so little grey? Eyes scanning down his profile, Kirk noticed that his spare tire seemed to have lost a little air. Was this all real, or just delusion brought on by winning his first round of the tournament? Either way, Kirk redoubled his determination to make it all the way to the final table. He dried his hands and left the bathroom, pumped for the next round.