EVERYDAY LIFE WITH MUTANT GIRLS CH. 01

This story is much weirder than my previous two, so please check the tags (both on the story and those listed below) before continuing and if after checking them, you're still willing to read further, enjoy.

In addition since literotica only allows a limited amount of tags, this story also contains the following tags: multi arm, multi cock, multi breast, multi legs, fusion, hyper cock, hyper balls, hyper breasts, mini giantess, height growth, breast growth, cock growth, butt growth, lipples, vagina-nipples, lactation, lamia, harpy, centaur, mermaid, mermaid, slime girl, cum-slime girl, arachne, dullahan, and probably a few more I missed.

Yeah, a lot going on in this one.

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Over the many months since Kimihito Kurusu had become a host for the Inter-species Exchange Program, he had gotten used to all sorts of bizarre happenings and crazy shenanigans. Thus, when a mysterious, unmarked, black box was found sitting on his doorstep at four in the afternoon, he understood that whatever was inside would most likely make his life even more difficult. Regardless, his nature wouldn't allow him to simply ignore the package, so he bent forwards to grab the black metal handle and brought it inside, setting it on the dining table to examine it.

Luckily for Kimihito, the two most inquisitive of his homestays were currently occupied; Miia was still at her part time job as a shrine maiden for another hour, and Papi was playing a video game with Suu in the living room. This meant that he was able to open the package and examine its contents in peace. Inside were two dozen glass bottles covered in bubble wrap and a note. The note was written in a neat typed font and signed by the president of that sketchy "Black Lily" company, something which only compounded Kimihito's worries.

The note indicated that the bottles contained milk, a gift from the liminals on the ranch that Kimihito had (forcibly) worked on a few months ago, who wanted to thank him for his 'services' while there, with all of them hoping that enjoying this milk would be "as transformative an experience for you as it was for us making it". Once he had finished reading the note, Kimihito examined one of the bottles. It was an unlabelled 500ml bottle filled with what looked like milk, just as the note had indicated. The only marking on the bottle was a signature from one of the liminals on the farm, a pan faun named Sappho, with a heart drawn below it. Each of the bottles were similarly signed by at least one of the ranch workers, with many being signed by two or more of them, all with simple drawings or short messages accompanying them. Kimihito, of course, understood that what was in these bottles wasn't milk from the cows on the ranch, but the breast milk of the women who worked there.

This show of appreciation, despite its strange form, warmed Kimihito's heart. He had only been working there to pay off his dubiously acquired debt to the company that owned the ranch, but he had genuinely enjoyed his time there and it was nice to know that he had forged lasting bonds in those few weeks. He also understood that many of the girls that had contributed probably expected, or at least hoped, he would drink their 'gifts' himself, something that just wasn't feasible. There was about twelve litres of milk here, meaning that he would have to drink three or four bottles a day to finish everyone's before it began to spoil. Instead, not wanting the women's gift to go to waste. he opted to use the milk to make tonight's dinner, as on the few (often unknowing at the time) occasions he had sampled food made with liminal milk, he had found it to be of exceptional quality. Of course his homestay's might not be happy with that, not because of what it was but who it was from, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Soon, Kimihito had three pots of curry cooking on the stove, two huge pots for most of the household and one large pot of vegetarian curry for Centorea, alongside a pot of milk pudding for dessert. The two thirds of the milk that had gone unused had been stored at the back of the fridge, out of the sight of anyone who wasn't intentionally snooping, before he called everyone over for dinner. As expected, the curry tasted incredible, the milk adding the perfect amount of both creaminess and richness to the dish. The eight housemates all made sure that every morsel was devoured without a single speck of leftovers remaining. Once the dishes had been cleaned, everyone went back to their evening activities before eventually retiring to their rooms for the night. Of course, just because night had fallen doesn't mean that all of the liminals living in the Kurusu household were planning on actually sleeping. In fact, over the months the liminals had been living here, a sort of ritual had begun to form, one performed at least once a week, and, just a few minutes before midnight, the one who most often began this ritual made her move

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Miia, wearing nothing but a sexy pink negligee and her lamia-friendly panties, peeked out her door, slit pupils sweeping across the second floor hallway to make sure no one was around. She then lowered her upper body as low to the ground as possible and crawled over to her darling's door, her 7 metre long, red-scaled snake tail trailing behind her. After doing one more quick check of the hall, bright red locks fluttering as she turned her head, she stood her upper body back up and slowly twisted the knob. The door swung open without a single sound. Normally, this was where one of the lamia's housemates would barge in and ruin her chance at some alone time with her Darling. Usually Rachnera would tangle her in webs from the ceiling or Centorea would charge in from around the corner. Of course, being someone far too self absorbed to consider the implications of their absence, Miia decided that she had simply outwitted her rivals this time and, while giggling like a schoolgirl, slithered into her darling's bedroom.

Once Miia was successfully inside, she went over the dozing form of her darling and climbed under the sheets with him. She knew from experience that her darling was a heavy sleeper, so she confidently coiled her tail around him in a full-body hug and nested her face into the crook of his neck, just like she did every night before Papi and the others were suddenly thrust into their life. Content to simply lay with him and partake of his body heat, the lamia was soon fast asleep, leaving her unaware of what was beginning to happen to her and Kimihito as midnight struck. Instead, drifting off into the world of dreams.

Miia's was one she had often. She was slithering up an aisle, crowds of people to seated on either side of her, but her eyes were firmly locked on the person waiting straight ahead. Darling, dressed in a handsome black tuxedo, was staring in awe at the immaculate, white wedding dress she wore, his gaze not shifting a millimetre from the lamia approaching him. Once she reached the altar, the officiant began his speech, the couple sharing their vows, before he finally said the five words Miia had always hoped to hear:

"You may kiss the bride."

At these words Miia and her darling threw themselves at each other and shared a passionate, romantic kiss; the crowd cheered the perfect couple's inevitable marriage. This was now usually the point where the dream ended, with her waking up to an empty, dishevelled bed, but tonight it continued. The dream had skipped past the reception and Miia was now being princess carried into her new husband's bedroom, a feat that looked far more graceful in this realm of dreams than in reality. Once her Darling had laid her on the bed, he began undressing both of them, the man eager to consummate their love.

As the dream continued, Miia's desire to be the only woman Kimihito had eyes for seemed to manifest as the milk, having contained an experimental mutagen Black Lily Labs had made, began to mutate the pair's bodies. The transformation started down in the coil of Miia's tail, with Kimihito's legs melding into the Lamia's tail, his pyjama pants being torn away in the process. As Kimihito's legs fused with Miia's tail, its scales darkened to a deep crimson and it grew both thicker and longer, cannibalizing the absorbed mass as the two's lower bodies became one. This fusion continued up until the last two metres of Miia's coils, where her tail instead forked into two branches that were connected to both of their hips. Where the tail branched, its colour smoothly transitioned from the dark crimson into two separate shades. The one connected to Miia was the same crimson that her tail had been originally while the one connected to Kimihito was the same shade of black as his hair

With their lower bodies now joined, the transformation spread up Kimihito and Miia's upper bodies, mutating them further still. Firstly, Kimihito's penis and testicles, now placed just below where his belly scales scales terminated into bare skin, were pulled into a newly formed slit, quickly re-emerging as a pair of twenty-five centimetre long hemipenes. Also inside this slit, below his twin shafts, was a newly formed vagina. In a similar fashion, a pair of penises also grew out of Miia's crotch, pushing her adhesive panties off as they formed, making both of them true hermaphrodites.

Kimihito's transformations continued upwards, with his hips flaring out and the impression of a shapely behind forming under the scales on his lower back. His waist then pulled in slightly and his shoulders narrowed, the musculature he had gained looking after his homestays completely giving way to graceful, feminine, curves. Next, the transformation settled on his face, turning it into a feminine visage that made him look like he could be Miia's sister. Black scales covered his ears as they lengthened into points, bleeding slightly onto his cheeks as well. Underneath his eyelids, his pupils became reptilian slits; inside his mouth his tongue forked; his canine teeth grew into small fangs, his face now unmistakably that of a lamia. The final touch to his metamorphosis was a pair of F-cup breasts that pushed out of his chest, leaving him a perfect match of the woman he was now conjoined with, save for differing eye and hair colours.

While her Darling's change was ongoing, Miia's body was undergoing its own drastic transformation. Her spine stretched upwards as a second set of shoulder blades formed beneath her original pair, followed by a third immediately after. From each of these new shoulders a pair of arms grew, both of which copied their topmost siblings and wrapped themselves around their owner's Darling. Making use of the space on the front of her elongated torso, a second pair of F-cup breasts were added to the lamia's front end, her two sets now squeezing those of her darling between them. Finally, her neck shifted over to the left to make room as a second, identical, head pushed out of her shoulders and began to snuggle into the other crook of her darling's own neck.

As the now fully transformed Miia continued to fantasize about her perfect wedding night, Kimihito was having a familiar dream of his own. This dream involved all seven of his homestays surrounding him, aggressively demanding they choose her as his wife. Normally this was practically a nightmare, with him feeling like he was being ripped in apart by the jealous women. This time however, the dream was framed in a more sensual light. Each of his homestays tugging on him as they begged him to fuck them as their bodies pressed up against each him in sensual ways. Soon their pulling got to the point where he began to physically feel himself pull in half, which was usually the point he awoke in a cold sweat in the morning. This time however it continued as, instead of the gory mess one might expect, he found that he was now staring at a second copy of himself, having divided into clones like a single celled organism might. Of course this was nowhere near enough Kimihito for his seven potential wives and they simply split into groups that began fighting over one of the clones each.

As the fighting continued in his dreams, Kimihito's real body was also experiencing something similar. A copy of his transformed upper torso had already pulled itself out of his back and was quickly splitting off its own two metre long section of tail, connected to the shared tail on the opposite side of Miia compared to the original body. As Kimihito's dream self continued to be divided so was his real self, stopping once there were six bodies total (in the dream Suu and Papi elected to share one between them). These bodies were all connected to the body-mates main tail separately, with three each on either side of Miia, and had all ended up on top of the sleeping pair, crowding the tiny single bed far beyond what it was designed for.

Even as their various transformations concluded, their dreams continued; both Kimihito and Miia's lust began to compound on one another, the shared sensations from their tightly packed forms creating a feedback loop that quickly sent them careening over the edge. The undersides of Miia's lower breasts were plastered with their mixed ejaculate while the cocks on the five Kimihito bodies not in the six armed embrace of the lamia shot off in a multitude of directions. Unfortunately, a slight shift during the unconscious twitching from his orgasm, one of Kimihito's bodies ended up falling off the bed, the pairs tightly packed coils ensuring that the rest of his bodies, as well as Miia, followed immediately after. This sudden fall jolted both of them awake, and through blurry eyes they saw the cum-stained form of the other.

""""""Miia! What are you doing!""""""

""Darling! It's not what it looks like""

When they awoke to the sight of the other, not yet noticing what had happened, they both simultaneously spoke, with Miia making a weak excuse as Kimihito scolded her. Whatever they might have said next died in their throats when they heard the echoed statements from their extra heads. It only took another moment for Kimihito to realize that he was staring at Miia, a Miia who had several extra body parts, from six different perspectives, and for Miia to see that the person she was cuddled up against looked like they could be her darlings sister, were it not for the fact that they were clearly a lamia. A lamia with six bodies that were all connected to her own tail. Before either person could truly take in the enormity of their new forms however, the door to the master bedroom suddenly burst open.

"Boss!"

"Milord!"

"Master!"

"Beloved!"

"Honey!"

"Kimihito!"

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Just a short while prior, in a different room of the almost mansion sized home, Papi was busy playing on her handheld gaming console, laying on her belly as her as she determinedly tapped away at the buttons. The blue haired harpy had been stuck on a level for the past couple of hours and was determined to finish it before going to bed, having yet to even change out of her usual day wear of a strapless tube top and torn cargo shorts. One might expect that gaming would be difficult with the mitten-like 'hands' of her feathered wing-arms, but her thumbs were almost as dexterous as a humans. This meant the only trouble she really had was with the buttons on the back that were normally pressed with an index finger. Luckily, those buttons aren't used for anything important in the game she was playing. Even if they did, Kimihito, whom she affectionately referred to as 'Boss,' had found an accessory that allowed her to press them more easily for any games that might require them.

Papi's less than five foot height and slim build often lead people to mistaking her for a child, her innocent demeanour and habit of referring to herself in the third person only helping further such an impression, despite her being around the same age as most of the other homestays. Sometimes Papi got annoyed at how even her close friends, and especially the man she loved, treated her like she was nothing more than a stupid kid most of the time, but her bubbly personality and forgetful nature made her incapable of holding any real lasting malice towards them.

Of course, there was one aspect of Papi's figure that was undeniably adult: her plush behind. While nothing overly special, in a house where there were only two other women with proper butts at all, hers was quite impressive. Thus, when her changes began, it was perhaps good fortune that they focused upon it. Her hips grew wider and extra layers of fat were slowly being added to her ass, taking the harpy from "large for her build" to simply "large". While this was happening, the oblivious harpy's single-track mind was focused in its entirety on the game she was playing, determined to finish the level as soon as possible. The event that finally snapped her attention away from her console was her shorts loudly ripping down the back, no longer able to contain her growing lower half

"Ehhhh? What's happening to Papi?" The harpy screeched when she looked over her shoulder, dropping her game console beside her as she flipped onto her back.

The confused harpy could only watch as her shorts, and soon after her panties, were completely torn to shreds. Her butt now having grown so large that it looked completely out of proportion with her upper body. The real bizarre part however, was her hips. They were long past the point of womanly, now stretching almost a full foot past her shoulders on each side, and while her waist was thickening to accommodate their growing width, her thighs were not. The harpy failed to realize this incongruity, too exited about her growing lower end, and the less childish figure it brought with it, to worry about such things. This didn't prevent the incongruity from existing however, and the reason for it was quickly shown when a sudden pulling sensation enveloped Papi's lower body.

"Ahhhhhh! Why does this feel so good?" Papi moaned as her legs pulled apart, each limb splitting into it's own pair of legs, with the one in the limbs original spot having reversed its facing so that she now had two side-by-side pairs of legs. Despite this, she still possessed only one ass, with the crotch between her two pairs of legs being the point where they met.

As she stared down in shock at her four legs, she noticed that there was one significant difference between her outer crotches compared to the "original" one between her central two legs. While her pussy was nestled in her middle groin, she saw that her outer ones had a single tiny cock each, complete with a pair of similarly sized balls. Curious about these new additions, the harpy tentatively reached out her left wing-arm and gave her right penis a small poke to confirm it was real. This proved to be a mistake however, as the moment her feathered hand made contact with it, the penis suddenly surged larger, bringing a wave of incomprehensible sensations flooding through the harpy's body.

As the cock continued to grow, Papi found herself turned into a babbling mess. Her state was only worsened when her left cock was awakened when one her flailing legs brushed against it, sending a second wave of pleasure up her body as it quickly grew to match its sister. Her mind clouded in a primal lust, the harpy, almost by pure instinct, reached down and grasped both of her now ten-inch cocks. A squeal of delight escaped her lips as her bucking hips thrust her cocks in and out of the feathery holes formed by her hands. The sound of flesh slapping against her thighs began to fill her ears as her balls swelled with seed, a pressure filling them as their owner rocketed towards her twin climaxes.

"I love you." The words came softly from the hero's mouth.

""What?"" Both the princess and the sorceress responded with the same single word, but the latter's came out as a soft gasp while the former's was a confused shout.

"I love you Sorceress! Please, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes, I will Hero!" Tears began to well up in the arachne's eyes as she clasped her hands together, "I grew to love you as I watched your quest on my crystal ball, your courage and determination moving me beyond words. I would gladly become your wife!"

The hero knelt down and pulled the sorceress into a deep kiss, seeming to have completely forgotten about the dangling mermaid just a few feet away. Mero's face was flushed as she squirmed in her bondage, causing her hanging body to sway back and forth.

"What about me, Hero? Did my father not promise you my hand were you to rescue me?" The princess's words were enough to break the lovers out of their reverie. The hero gazed up at the bound damsel, a look of confusion spread across his face.

"I did come here to win your hand, that much is true. And, I will admit, the idea of marrying a beautiful maiden such as you as my reward motivated me. But what is mere physical attraction when weighed against true love?" The hero turned back to gaze at the sorceress, "Your beauty means little when my soulmate lays before me!"

"Wait my love." the sorceress cut in, gazing over her shoulder at the princess as she wrapped the hero in her arms, "perhaps marrying her would not be such a bad idea." A sinister grin formed on her face as she explained her plan. "You could bring her back and claim the throne, her father doesn't have long left in him anyways. Once he has passed and you're crowned king, simply wait a few years and declare that she is infertile. Between your charisma and my behind the scenes manipulation it should be no problem to have won over the nobles and commoners alike by then. With the people's support we could then officially marry, while she becomes a simple mistress. That way not only could we rule together, but we would also gain a gorgeous woman to share between us."

The princess listened to the sorceress's plan, panting and squirming as tears streamed down her face. These weren't tears of despair however. The idea of her beloved marrying another woman, while she becomes a simple side-piece for them to enjoy together did not inspire sadness in her.

But lust.

Meroune, like many of her fellow mermaids, was a fan of 'The Little Mermaid' and wished for a romance just like the one in that story. However, the version they idolize is not the colourful, cheery, animated movie, no, it's the original Hans Christian Anderson story. The one where the prince ultimately does not return the mermaid's affection and she turns into sea foam in despair. This had led to Mero desiring, or perhaps fetishizing would be a better word, the idea of tragic romance, wishing to love someone despite their affections belonging to another. This obsession has cooled significantly after a particular event in the past, but the idea of being a mistress still appealed to the woman's masochistic nature on a base level.

As one might summarize then, this kinky dream was not, in fact, brought on by the influence of the infected milk, but merely one of dozens fantasies that played out within the world of Mero mind. These usually involving one or more of the many other girls vying for her beloved's affection, either seeking to become Kimihito's primary wife and leave Mero as a mistress or attempting to become part of Mero and Kimihito's already existing marriage as a mistress themselves. Thus it stood to reason that when the milk did begin to influence her dream, it quickly flew off the rails and into chaos.

"That's an outstanding plan my love," praised the hero," but why bother spending years married solely to her, even if only in law, when we could simply conquer the kingdom by force?"

"What do you mean by that, love?" asked the sorceress her eyes wide at the hero's suggestion.

"Before I was chosen by the holy sword, the kingdom was powerless before your dark magic, so if we were to join our power together there would be nothing stopping us from overthrowing the current king and ruling as husband and wife from the start. So long as we make the war as quick and bloodless as possible the common folk will accept us quickly and any noble worth their title will bend the knee without fuss not long after."

"Such a bold plan dear!" exclaimed the sorceress, clasping her hands under her chin as her eyes sparkled with joy, "that kind of outside-the-box thinking is why I fell in love with you in the first place!" she then cast a quick glance over towards the captive princess, a curious grin forming. "What about her then? Because if we don't need her title of princess to enact out plan, I have some ideas that might make her more valuable as more than just a mere concubine"

"Well..." the hero glanced at Mero, taking in her voluptuous form as he thought about the sorceresses idea, "if everything goes the way I think it will, we won't even really have enough time to use her as a bargaining chip or hostage. If you wish to make her more useful go ahead, so long as she is still able to join us in our bedchambers."

For the first time since their declaration of love, the hero and the sorceress pulled apart. The hero offered his hand to lovingly help the arachne back onto her feet. The sorceress slowly and menacingly approached the princess, her charred clothing doing little to diminish the aura of wickedness flowing from her. She lifted the princess's face upward so their eyes could meet, her chitinous fingers pressing the other woman's cheeks inward.

"Thanks to you, my precious hero was forced to slay many of my elite monster generals. Without them our conquest might run into a few roadblocks along the way. So you're going to make up for your selfishness by replacing one of them. How does that sound princess?" Not even waiting for a response, the sorceress stepped back and pointed her staff at the princess. The bound mermaid was immediately overtaken by an invisible wave of pressure as the sorceress's spell tore through her meagre magical resistance.

"NOOOO!!!" screamed Mero as her body began to contort and swell. The tip of fer gorgeous mermaid tail morphed into an elegant reptilian one. Her pelvic fins transformed into a pair of clawed digitigrade forelegs and a matching pair of back legs grew in a shot distance behind them. The space between her new legs stretched and twisted into the back of a massive quadrupedal creature, still covered in the same shimmering pink scales from her tail. Finally her upper body was pulled upwards to sit perpendicularly to the rest of her form as her head-fins turned into scaly, pointed ears and her gills sealed up completely.

As the former princess looked over her monstrous body, that of a meter at the shoulder headless drake, she found herself unable to sort out the conflicting emotions she was feeling. The one who cursed her with this form, as well as her beloved hero, were now pressed together in a passionate kiss, the sight of the princess's transformation having ignited their lusts.

As Meroune's dream self transformed into a monster, her real body also began to transform. The changes in reality however, were different than those of her dream self. Her entire body, save for her head, began to evenly grow larger. The gothic-lolita style bikini that served as her sleepwear became more and more strained as her body quickly outgrew it. The first piece of her clothing to break was the top, the thin straps holding it together snapping under the intense pressure, freeing the mermaid's now massive breasts. The skirt-like bottoms of her outfit soon followed, her growing hips snapping the waistband. Freed from the confinement of clothing, Mero's body surged with one final growth spurt before stopping once it had exactly doubled in scale, a gargantuan three metre length—not including her still normal sized head.

The reason for Mero's disproportionate head became apparent as the skin underneath her neck began to rise out of her shoulders, in fact the shape of this new growth matched the shape of the shoulders it was emerging from, only half as large. As the new set of shoulders continued to push up from under her neck, a pair of breasts grew in on her forming chest. These were quickly followed by a pair of arms with webbed fingers splitting off of the new torso, revealing a set of new gills along this torso's waist. The growth concluded just below her newly formed belly-button, an exact copy of her upper body now attached between the shoulders of her giant-sized original body. The opening of a second vagina over her collarbone, just above her lower set of breasts, completed her transformation.

It was at this time that Centorea had begun attempting to escape her room, and the sounds of cracking wood and stomping hooves echoed through the house. Since her room was also on the first floor, these noises woke the sleeping Mero up. Annoyed that such a wonderful dream (despite the strange direction it took towards the end!) had been interrupted, she rubbed her eyes and flexed her muscles so that she could swim over to the edge of her pool, intent on investigating the source of the disturbance. When her transformed body responded in a way she didn't expect however, she shook herself fully awake and looked down at her body.

The slightly opaque pool water made it hard to see the details, but the pair of massive shoulders that broke the surface of the water in her current orientation made it clear that something was very, very, wrong. Wanting to see the full extent of her changes, the mermaid dropped herself fully underwater. The sight of her body brought tears to her eyes. Her body was now larger than even that of Tionishia, the ogress that worked under Ms. Smith, closer to four metres than three if you included her smaller upper torso. Even beyond her sheer scale, she didn't know of any liminal with a form like this, meaning that the looks she got whenever she went out into town with her beloved would be multiplied several times over. Of course that assumed that her beloved would even want to take her out anymore, as her mutated form would in all certainty disgust him. Of course, the kind Kimihito would never abandon her. He would no doubt understand that her form would make her a pariah anywhere else and allow her to stay. He would care for her until, one day, he realized he loved her and propose. Unfortunately, this love would be undercut by her repulsive form, and he would no doubt end up cheating on her with one of the other girls, ever thinking of his true love even as he slept with other women.

Of course, to Mero this potential future was one she wholeheartedly embraced. Filled with a mixture of her own twisted desires and the libido increasing side-effects of her transformation, she giddily resurfaced and swam over to the edge of her pool. Her face was flush with arousal and perverse giggling constantly escaped her mouth as she awkwardly pulled her huge body from the water, even the fact that her wheelchair was now far too small for her form failed to bother her as she crawled her way to the door. She was thankful that the bodies of her fellow homestays necessitated large doorways as she slipped out of her room and made her way upstairs to show Kimihito her mutated body.

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Rachnera, always having been the night owl of the house, had been busying herself by honing her bondage skills as midnight approached. The arachne skilfully wove her thread into intricate knots that bound the mannequin she was using for practice in such a way that, were it a living creature, it would have retained just enough range of movement to squirm in pleasure as she had her way with it. Of course, Rachnera preferred to practise with more "animated" partners, her housemates with their myriad of body shapes being her personal favourite targets, but she understood that her friends (with the possible exception of Mero) didn't take kindly to her using them in such a way and she tried to no push her luck with them. She also understood that none of them would be willing to help her practice the more intimate bondage play she loved, at least not openly, and since her "slave" Lilith had gotten in trouble again recently and was doing community service, she hadn't gotten scratch that particular itch in several weeks.

Soon Rachnera was bored of the mannequin's lack of feedback, and she thought about simply going to bed a little earlier than she normally did. Before she had the chance to retire to her hammock however, a small bell hung over the entrance to the attic rang softly. This was a signal she had set up ahead of time to let her know if Miia left her room in the middle of the night, meaning she was most likely planning on making a move for Kimihito. The arachne let out a sigh at her housemate's predictable antics as she moved over to the trap door, already planning out how she would tie the possessive lamia up when she caught her in the act.

Before she could descend from the attic however, a bizarre sensation overcame Rachnera's entire upper torso, as if she were wearing an over-tight corset as opposed to the skimpy halter top and loincloth that made up her favourite outfit. The woman clutched her stomach as she wondered what this feeling was. None of her guesses could fully explain the intense, but not entirely painful, pressure. Just as she had the thought to go to a bathroom in case she ended up vomiting, one of her hands brushed across a sensitive point just below her right breast that sent shivers up her spine. Since her prodigious bust, second only to Centorea in size, made examining that area visually difficult, she continued to use her hands to probe around. The spot that had triggered the earlier sensation was swollen, with the peak being spongy and rounded. She also found that there was another one below her other breast as well. Whenever she touched one of the swollen parts, a tingle of pleasure flowed through her nerves. The sensation was similar to when she played with her nipples, but far more intense.

The comparison to nipples proved apt as the skin beneath the twin lumps further swelled underneath Rachnera's fingers. They grew and grew, larger and larger, with the arachne unable to do anything but continue to grope this expanding second bust. Once her new breasts had almost reached the same size as her original H-cups, she got her first look at the strange growths capping them. They were three-centimetre wide mushroom-shaped bulges with a purplish hue to them and a barely noticeable slit in their centre. Rachnera, not being a blushing virgin like most of the other women in the house, instantly recognized these for what they were: the tips of cocks. Once the breasts containing them finished matching the size of the ones above them, the pair of dicknipples slowly emerged to their full eighteen-centimetre length.

Rachnera should have been freaked out by this development and, to a certain extent, she was. However, as she stared at her dicknipples, veiny, erect, and throbbing, she couldn't help but gently grasp them in her chitinous hands (ensuring the silken arm wraps she wore were pulled up to cover all her sharp bits) and begin to masturbate them. The arachne was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh, but the feelings she got as she ran her hands up and down the twin shafts left her mewling like it was her first time. She also understood that, since most of her sexual experience was with same sex partners, her hand-job technique was unrefined; she could, with practice, be giving herself even greater pleasure. The seeming impossibility of this act feeling even better made her wonder if her cocks were especially sensitive, or if penises in general simply felt this good when stroked?

As Rachnera continued to jack off her dicknipples, she felt the same sensation as when her second set of breasts grew in from even lower on her torso. The arachne was reluctant to remove her hands from their current positions, but her curiosity about the new developments won out in the end. The hand she brought down found that, indeed, yet another pair of tits were growing and they were already closing in on her other pairs' size. Perhaps more interesting however, was what was atop them in place of nipples. These breasts were topped by a pair of vaginas.

The sexual nature of these nipples was not as immediately apparent compared to her dicknipples, as the outer labia were concealed behind a layer of skin that made them look like an abnormally large innie nipple. But when Rachnera's finger slid inside, the slick, sensitive, inner walls perfectly matched those of the organ between her pedipalps. This left the arachne with a bit of a dilemma. She now had four sets of genitals, five counting her original pussy, but only two hands. Luckily she had a potential solution to this problem: the double sized bottom drawer of her dresser. Inside was the woman's sizable collection of sex toys and bondage gear, everything that the skilled dominatrix needed to tease and edge her lovers. She quickly dug through the drawer and retrieved a pair of dildos, the two closest in size and shape she could find.

The first was made of dark red rubber, shaped like a human's penis, and was slightly shorter than the cocks she now possessed. The second was a bit smaller still and made of black rubber. It was designed to be used as a strap-on, but perfectly functional even on its own. Like most of the tools inside the bottom drawer, these dildos were more often used on others than Rachnera herself, but that didn't stop her from sliding both of them into her lowest pair of breasts. She took her time pressing them further and further in, revelling in the feelings of these familiar yet alien orifices.

Once both of Rachnera's new pussies were filled with rubber, her hands flew back up to her dicknipples, already aching from the lack of attention they had been getting. Unfortunately This only made her pussies mad, as they weren't content to simply be filled, but fucked, and they began begging for their owners attention. This forced her to awkwardly alternate between pleasuring both pairs of genitals in a way that left her slowly and tortuously edging herself in much the same way she would edge her sexual partners. The building frustration at her current situation only got worse when she felt the sensation of yet another growing pair of breasts.

""More? I can't even handle the ones I already have!""

Rachnera's plea came out not from her head, that mouth still firmly shut as she bit her lower lips in frustration, but from her lower abdomen, just above where her humanoid hips transitioned into her arachnid cephalothorax. Once again reluctantly taking one of her hands away from pleasuring her genital laden breasts, she found that what lay on these newest breasts was perhaps the strangest thing yet.

""This might take some getting used to..."" spoke Rachnera through the two pairs of lips that crowned her fourth row of breasts. These lips were slightly fuller than the ones on her face, but were almost otherwise identical to their 'sister' pair. This included both the rows of sharp teeth inside and what felt like a throat which, upon discovery, made her question whether or not she could eat through them as well as speak. The only other difference was that the lips, as well as the inside of the mouths, were far more sensitive, not quite to the same degree as the pussies above and below them, but even just probing around with her fingers sent tingles through her body. This fact only served to further frustrate the horny spider however as she now had six new and needy bits that she wanted to pleasure with only two hands to do it with.

Centorea was herself unleashing a torrent of centaur jizz, one which rapidly began to fill the room and pour out the open doorway, forcing Kimihito to sit the body underneath Centorea up on it's arms to prevent being drowned in the woman's never-ending flood of semen. This flood was only worsened when her breasts, which had been largest of the homestays before Mero and Suu's transformations, added their own personal brand of cream to the mix. Twin waterfalls of milk fell onto her still ejaculating penis that, unlike those of Miia, Kimihito, and Papi, continued to flow with no end in sight.

Mero, the only member of the household not in possession of a cock in some form, basked in pleasure as her upper vagina milked her beloved's hemipenes for all they were worth while her lower vagina attempted the same with the tail that filled it currently. Just like with the others, Mero's two sets of tits began leaking milk. When she noticed this, Mero forced Kimihito to suckle on one of her upper nipples, immediately switching him to the other when the first had run dry. The set on her giant lower body meanwhile simply added it's milk to the now ankle deep pool of bodily fluids.

The next liminal to cum was Rachnera. The arachne had moved Kimihito's cocks from her lipples to her vagina-nipples, and had been teasing his virginal pussy with two of her eight arms while two more had been toying with his delicate, milky, nipples. Her honey's face was pressed into her second right breast, the dicknipple touching the back of his throat. As she felt her orgasm arrive however, she pulled her lover's face back slightly, allowing his mouth to be filled with her cum to the point that it began to leak out around her cock. This sight brought a grin of joy to the dominatrix's face, enjoying how easy it was to tease her Honey's sensitive new body. When her topmost pair of breasts began to lactate, the arachne used two of her free hands to pinch them shut, letting the pressure build to the point that, when she released them, a powerful spray shot directly at Kimihito's head, soaking his hair and face. This act rewarded the arachne with another small shot of cum from both of honey's cocks.

The final member of the group, Lala, had arguably the least mutated body among her friends. As such her lovemaking was also fairly typical, with the dullahan going with simple missionary position. Of course her massive equine tool meant that she was the one doing the fucking, contrary to what even she herself would have expected. When her mouth had suddenly been filled with her lover's milk, the brief loss of concentration prevented her from holding back her orgasm any longer. Much like with the body Suu had been fucking, this body's womb was filled by litres of cum that made him look like he was in the early stages of pregnancy, the fact that his breasts were lactating only strengthening this impression. Meanwhile, the dullahan's cock-neck was filling her head with it's own payload, small dribbles of cum and milk leaking from the corners of her mouth. Lala herself had also begun to lactate, her milk joining the cum from Kimihito's cocks in the pool forming on his stomach.

With all seven women having finally made love to the man of their desires, if not exactly in the way they might have expected, everyone's libidos were at last satisfied. For the next few minutes they simply cuddled and basked in the afterglow, the cum and milk slurry draining out of the room slowly over time.

This moment of peace was not to last however, as all six of Kimihito's bodies decoupled from their partner, one of them standing up as tall as he could on his tail before making an announcement to the room:

"Alright girls, that was fun, but if we don't hurry all that cum is going to stain the floors and carpets, which will smell as bad as it looks. Not to mention the fact that I imagine many of your own rooms are probably in need of cleaning too. Follow me downstairs and I'll hand out cleaning supplies and divide up the tasks so we can prevent any long-term damage." with instructions given, he then gazed nervously to one side before continuing in a less commanding tone. "Afterwards we can have a discussion about what we're going to do moving forwards, considering our new bodies, and after that I'll need to call Ms Smith as well."

The homestays were taken aback at first by the sudden shift in gear and bizarre priorities of their host, but they all knew that was simply how Kimihito operated. So, all of them looking forwards to exploring the new relationship they now had with their love, marched downstairs with smiles on their faces.

To be continued...

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The seven and a half foot tall woman toppled over Doppel. Her medicine ball sized breasts blocked most of her downward range of vision, which had prevented her from seeing the much shorter woman.

"Get off me Tio!" Doppel's shout was muffled by the suit-clad mounds of her tan-skinned co-worker, pressing her face into the floor. Her amorphous nature meant that she wasn't crushed to death by the weight of the other woman, but her feet were caught on something, which prevented her from slipping out on her own.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, Doppel!" apologized Tionishia. The ogre pushed herself up to her knees, a strange weight in her crotch bouncing as she did. She brushed her blond hair out of her red eyes and back around the black horn in the centre of her forehead as the sounds of approaching hooves filled her ears.

"What happened, Lady Tionish-" Centorea had come to her door to investigate the sounds she had heard, but was shocked into silence when she saw the two women in front of her door.

"Everything's fine Centorea! I just accidentally tripped over Doppel and..." Tio turned towards Centorea to see the shocked expression on the centaur's face. Following Centorea's gaze, Tio found herself looking at Doppel. Her legs were half hidden beneath Tio's short, black, skirt, but that failed to conceal the fact that they were fused up to the knee.

"Uh, Tio I think I'm stuck to something, could you- WHAT THE FUCK!" Doppel had a much more explosive reaction to what she saw when she looked over her shoulder and saw what was happening to her legs. She once again attempted to pull away from the larger woman, but found she was still unable to--nor could she roll onto her back. Soon the pieces clicked together in her mind and she called out to the ogre, "Tio, lift your skirt up!"

"W-what?!"

"Just do it!"

Tio sheepishly heeded Doppel's worlds and hiked up the front of her skirt. Beneath its black folds, they were able to see that the shapeshifter's legs were merged together all the way down to the ankles. Ankles that, rather than ending in feet, had torn through Tio's pantyhose and were attached firmly to her crotch.

It was a that moment that Tio and Doppel felt a bolt of electricity pass between them. Suddenly, Tio could feel the wooden floor beneath Doppel's back as if it was her own flesh, as well as the growing heat of lust that was slowly permeating the shapeshifter's body. This connection also seemed to accelerate the fusing of Doppel's legs, with her thighs pulling together into a thick tube of wrinkly flesh.

"How is this possible? You're attached to me now!" The bewildered Tionishia felt around the point of connection, looking for a way to separate them. All she managed to do, however, was stimulate the sensitive flesh of what was once Doppel's legs. This caused Doppel's body to bob upwards as her hips met the same fate as her legs.

"Not only am I attached to you-" another pulse went through her body and lifted her upwards, "I think I'm becoming your penis!" Despite the absurdity of Doppel's words, all it took was a glance at the tube rapidly overtaking her body for the other two women to understand their truth.

"There is only one thing I can imagine that might have done this: the bedevilled milk that transformed me and my fellow housemates!" Centorea stepped through the ruins of her doorway out into the hall and offered a hand to the still kneeling ogre. Tio hadn't really thought about it during the interview, but now that she was standing face-to-face with Centorea, she was distinctly aware of just how big the centaur was now. Before, Tio was just shy of a foot taller than Centorea, but now she was eye level with her chest. Tio had never been one to show interest in other women's bodies, whether out of jealousy or lust, but as she stared at the blouse-clad orbs before her, she felt another powerful throb blast through her body. This sent Doppel flying up to slap against her chest, reminding her of the current predicament.

"B-but how could we have drunk any of it? All of it is still in your fridge, right?"

The mention of milk reminded Doppel of what she had done just before leaving Mero's room. "While I was interviewing Mero, I ended up drinking some of her milk, that must have been what caused this."

"But then that means that all of us might be contagious as well!" Centorea looked down at her breasts, glad that she had emptied them into the cream jug before M.O.N. had arrived.

"Honestly, I'm a little annoyed that I didn't even think that was a possibility, sorry for getting you wrapped up in this Tio."

"Don't apologize to me! Not when you're turning into my- my penis!" As Tio spoke, Doppel's body, now the shaft of a cock from the chest down, bounded up again and came to rest perpendicular to the ogres crotch.

"Honestly," began Doppel, reaching down to stroke her shaft-body, "this feels better than it should. If being a cock feels this good, then I don't think I'll, ooooooohhhhhh, mind." Her sentence was punctuated with a moan as she felt a tube, her future urethra she assumed, connect what used to be her vaginal canal to Tio's body.

"D-don't say that..." weakly mewled Tio. Between Doppel's rubbing and her newfound attraction to Centorea's body, she was finding it hard to not find the idea of her friend becoming such an intimate part of her to be a pleasant one, even if in her mind she understood that she should. Her loins made a decisive strike for their side however when a small sack made of Doppel's dark skin formed at the base of Doppel's shaft-body, followed swiftly by a pair of testicles dropping into it.

The sudden surge of hormones pumped through her body by her new balls sent Tio's libido over the edge. This was made all the worse as Doppel's arms were absorbed into her shaft, becoming nothing but more of the cock-flesh that had consumed all but her head now.

"Centorea." Doppel called out to the woman still watching nearby through a mouthful of precum freshly pumped through the urethra that now connected her mouth to Tio's already melon sized testicles.

"What is it, Lady Doppel?" The centaur pulled in close, so she could hear what might be the shapeshifter's final words before losing her ability to speak.

"If I'm gonna be a cock forever, then please make sure Tio doesn't die a virgin."

"Doppel!?"

"Let her fuck you with me, please..." Ignoring her body-mate's outburst, Doppel made a sudden request, her words weakly fighting through the river of pre pouring out of her mouth.

"Very well lady Doppel, if that is your wish then so be it"

"CENTOREA!?"

Centorea--once again ignoring Tio's outburst--turned her massive body around and dropped to her knees, putting her rear end level with Tionishia's crotch. "However, my womanhood belongs solely to my master, so I will have to request you use my a- *ahem* other hole."

Tio was surprised at how easily Centorea had accepted Doppel's request. She had known the centaur for a while now and never found her to be the kind of person to so readily accept something like this, let alone suggest something as deviant as anal sex! However, she couldn't deny how inviting the equine backside being present was to her newfound sexuality.

"C-Centorea I can't..."

"Please, Tio, for me."

Tio made one last attempt at protest, but Doppel's plea--her final words before her head began the process of turning into nothing more than the glans of Tio's cock--broke the last wall of resistance in the ogre's mind.

Tio approached Centorea and flipped the back of her skirt up, revealing her equine equipment. The first thing Tio's gaze fell on was the massive ball sack that was visibly pulsing larger as it prepared for what was about to happen. Sitting above that were Centorea's two entrances, the lower of which clearly showing that its owner wasn't simply offering herself out of obligation as it dripped lust to the floor below. Of course that hole was not the one she had been allowed to use, so she instead looked at the puckered doughnut sitting just above it, waiting patiently for Doppel.

Tio grabbed Centorea's rear end and pressed her cock--now only distinguishable as Doppel by its contrasting skin tone--up against her friend's rear.

"A-are you ready, Centorea?"

"Yes Tio! F-fuck me, please!" With Centorea's consent unquestionably given, Tio pushed forwards. The head of her cock immediately popped inside the centaur's asshole before its muscles clamped down on the intruder.

"HNNGAAA!"

"YEEEEEESSSSS!"

Tio out an incomprehensible squeal, the feeling of putting just the tip of her new cock inside someone already overwhelming her. Centorea, having much more experience than her partner(s), began pushing back to force more of the massive cock inside her. As Tio recovered from the initial penetration, she redoubled her grip on her lover's hindquarters and began awkwardly thrusting, the virgin woman desperate to get more of her shaft inside.

As the distance between the pair continued to shrink, more and more precum began to pour out of Centorea's own cock. The equine shaft was trapped between the floor and its owner's body, her vigorous thrusting also giving it a full-body rub. One lucky thrust from Tio pressed down on her inner walls in just the right way, hitting her oversized prostate dead on. A mixture of a whinny and a moan escaped Centorea's lips as she came hard. Her first shots were so quick it seemed as if they were a single stream of equine seed, fired powerfully enough to fly the nearly meter-long trip through the door to her room. The continued penetration prolonged her orgasm for over thirty seconds, her loads slowly petering off to "just" a few tablespoons each.

The powerful clenching of the orgasming Centorea's rectum only made Tio redouble her efforts, herself still not having cum yet despite her inexperience. It was almost like Doppel wasn't letting her host cum until the cock had gotten all four feet of her shaft inside. Thus, Tio continued to thrust deeper, already less than a third of her living dick left. As she neared her goal, the thrusts became more and more powerful, the ogre putting all of her considerable strength to work. That was why when her lover's orgasm at last ended and her asshole loosened, the sudden lack of resistance caught her off guard. A loud clap echoed in her ears as her melon-sized balls collided with the centaurs much larger quartet, and Doppel at last allowed them release,

Despite having just came, Centorea was instantly sent back over the edge when the bulge of her lovers' load passed over her prostate, her over productive balls ensuring that this orgasm was just as messy as her first. Tio leaned forwards and wrapped her arms around the centaur's tauric waist, thrusting mindlessly as her own balls emptied themselves into Centorea's colon. Wet patches began to form on her undershirt as milk shot from her nipples, her breasts now filled with the same mutagenic milk that had affected Doppel.

Once both of them had finished their orgasms, Tio and Centorea's bodies went limp. The ogre drooped over the kneeling centaur's back, while her upper body slouched forwards. Neither woman had any intention of moving for the time being, content to relax still locked together through Doppel, but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them caught their attention.

"Are you two quite finished now?" the voice of Ms. Smith was unmistakable to both of the other women. Tio, having worked under the coordinator far longer, almost instinctively jumped to attention, roughly pulling her cock now limp cock out of the centaurs' ass. Centorea let out a yelp at the sudden removal, slowly turning around as her abused pucker recovered.

"Smith! What happened?" Upon seeing her boss's reduced form, blurted out a fairly useless question.

"I imagine the same thing that happened to you." The tone of her reply made it clear that, if she still had hands, Ms. Smith would be rubbing her temple as she spoke.

"Ah, yes..."

"I know Master would never stoop to such a thing, so it clearly must have been the serpent. I have been far too lenient with Lady Miia since she became one with Master, I apologize for not being near to defend you from her machinations."

"Tell me, Tio, is that Doppel between your legs?" asked Ms. Smith, choosing to ignore Centorea's ranting for the moment in favour of inquiring about the familiar looking shaft her subordinate now sported.

"Yeah... She said she drank some of Mero's milk and when we ran into each other, she fused with me."

"Is she, you know... still in there?" the coordinator's voice took a grim tone as she asked of her dear friend and co-worker's fate. Before Tio could answer, however, someone else did it for her.

"I'm not dead if that's what you're asking!" Suddenly, Doppel rose up and transformed back into her normal form, at least from the waist up. She was still connected to Tio's crotch, but other than that she seemed perfectly fine.

"Doppel!?"

"Lady Doppel!?"

Both Centorea and Tionishia let out cry's of surprise at the sudden reversal of the cockified woman's transformation.

"Did you forget that I'm a doppelgänger? Just because I'm turned into a cock doesn't mean I can't shapeshift" As if to prove her point she proceeded to transform into her body, first into a horsecock like Centorea's, then into something resembling the kind of dildo you would order from a dragon-themed sex shop, then into a perfect recreation of Miia's multi-endowed upper body. "Though it seems that my form still has to function as a cock." "Other than that, however, I'm just as 'flexible' as ever!" Her impression of Miia's voice was impeccable, as she spoke out of both heads alternately.

"Thank goodness you're alright, Doppel!" Tio wrapped her cock in a bear hug, too happy to care about how sensitive Doppel was so soon after their orgasm.

"Hopefully the others are alright as well, you three weren't the only ones making a racket, so Darling and Miia went upstairs to check on Zombina and Manako"

"Yes, Lady Suu and Lady Rachnera are arguably worse than Lady Miia. I cannot imagine either of them would knowingly inflict this curse on others, but their deviancy has only grown since their transformations, so there is no telling what might happen."

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"Well, if that's everything, then I'm going to take an itsy bitsy nap." Rachnera let out a yawn from all three of her mouths as she skittered out of Lala's room. Even as she was leaving, a hand was already idly playing with one of her dicknipples, making it clear to both Lala and Manako--who had just finished interviewing the pair--what exactly "nap" meant in this context. Honestly, however, Manako was relieved by the arachne's departure, as she hadn't bothered to cover her three extra rows of breasts and the various bits they had in place of nipples. Not that Lala was much better, however, as the white one-piece dress she wore beneath her black jacket and corset did little to hide the half-meter of horsecock between her legs. This meant that Manako ended up with her eye fixed firmly on the floor to avoid having to constantly stare at genitalia.

"W-What about you, Lala? Is there anything else you need before we finish up?"

"I require powerful vessels tae contain the dark energy expelled during my purification rituals, the ones obtained from the local apothecary proved insufficient." Between her edgy jargon and her thick (Irish?) accent, it was sometime hard to parse what the blue-skinned dullahan was saying. Luckily for Manako, she had noticed the garbage bin full of rubber scraps and tissues in the corner of the room earlier and used that to figure out that Lala was probably asking for larger condoms.

"W-w-well, if that's everything, then I'll be going!" After adding the final request to her notes, Manako jumped to her feet, so she could make a quick exit. In her rush, however, she got her ankle tangled with the leg of her chair and tripped. She tried to maintain her balance, but only managed to hop far enough forwards that she did inevitably fall, it was right into Lala's chest. Thankfully, Lala had been seated on her bed during the interview, and the soft mattress broke their fall. Unfortunately, it also left Lala's cock pressed firmly between their bodies, a position that Manako found herself unable to escape from.

"Ah! Let me go." Manako glared angrily at the Dullahan, who's arms were now firmly gripping her shoulders, only to see nothing but the shaft of a cock between Lala's shoulders.

"Run lass! My corporeal form has been possessed by the spirit of lust sealed within me, and it seeks your flesh!" The warning Lala's disembodied head shouted from the floor came far too late. Her body had already slipped one of her nipples from its dress and slipped it into the monoeye's mouth. It was only after insuring Manako had swallowed a mouthful of milk that Lala's body freed her from its grasp. Manako immediately rolled back off of the bed and sprung to her feet, ready for a fight. The rogue body however didn't pursue her, instead choosing to pick its head up from the floor and place it beside her on the bed. Manako was confused by the strange actions of the wayward body, right up until she heard the sounds of her pantyhose tearing.

"Ah, it seems the goddess of lust has decided tae make ye her newest acolyte..."

"Why didn't you tell me you were contagious!" The grim tone of Lala's announcement was contrasted against Manako's girlish squeal. The monoeye's expanding hips were in the process of tearing her hose and short pencil-skirt to shreds, and the growth quickly cascaded down her legs and forced her to kick off her shoes, lest they suffer the same fate.

"Alas, my dark matron dinna-" A murderous glare from Manako made Lala swallow her words. "I- uh- I dinna know! All of us had already been transformed, and I havenae been around anyone else!"

The sound logic of Lala's words failed to console Manako, nor did they prevent the snapping of her panties' waistband as they joined her other lower-wear on the floor beneath her massive hips. Already they were twice as wide as her shoulders, with no signs of stopping in sight. Her legs were almost as thick as her upper body and had grown long enough that she had gone from just shy of five feet tall to well over six. Despite how massive the lower half of her body was getting, the upper half was still as rail-thin as always, a fact that annoyed the monoeye to no end.

A glimmer of hope showed itself however as Manako began to feel a tugging sensation on either side of her torso, as if something was pulling her body from both sides. This tugging also came with the same rising arousal that everyone else had experienced. She began rubbing her chest through her fraying suit, both to stimulate herself and as a way of praying that her transformation would at least get the massive breasts she had always wanted. As she continued to rub herself, her eye caught sight of Lala's cock, fully erect from watching Manako's transformation. Before she had found the sight uncomfortable, but now she couldn't tear her gaze away. Something about the thick slab of girldick awakened her inner desires, a primal need that had laid dormant within her for her whole life. The intensity of her ministrations--now against the bare skin of her chest due to her suit being torn nearly in half by her widening torso--increasing as she began to fantasize about cock. How good it would taste, how incredible it would feel inside her, how amazing it would look sandwiched between her massive tits.

That last image sent her hurtling over the edge, her climax accompanied by her suit fully succumbing to its fate as her torso split into two extra copies. In the middle of her massive, meter wide hips was her original body, unchanged from before other than its nudity. The extra bodies that sat on either side of her however bore two striking differences to the one between them. They lacked an arm on their inward facing side--the right body lacking a left arm and the left lacking a right--but much more striking was the single, massive breast that dominated each of their torsos.