Escaping One Future
AKA:Alternate Future Number 2
WARNING: If you are not of a legal age to view/read pornography in your state/country turn around and run away right now. Believe me when I say this is not for you. If you are in fact of a legal age to view pornography, you may yet want to turn around. This is the second chapter in a downward spiral into degradation.
Disclaimer: All characters engaging in sexual activities are of a legal age to do so. In my home, the legal age is 18, so I think of that as the minimum when writing. It would be awesome if you all did the same. Thank you. Any similarities between any real people, places or events are entirely coincidental. Any similarity to 3rd party media personalities/characters/franchises etc… are likewise unintended.
Notes: This story connects with Escaping One Future, The Dakini Ring Part 1, and Queen Daisy (loosely).
Name: Lady Willow Hornbeam
Biological Sex: M
Identifies as: Female
Hair color: Black
Body type: long and elegant. Willowy.
Description. FtM transformee. Merged with her former girlfriend, turning her(Abi) into her new cock. She also gained a clitoris next to her anus. Accomplished rune mage and magical sex toy creator.
Name: Millie Yahnotov
Descrition: Petite, Blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty smart, but makes her way through life having sex and blackmailing.
Has insanely rich parents, has no need for money. Blackmails people for favors. Member of tennis and swimming teams. Started blackmailing the tennis coach. Wears expensive accessories, drives a nice car, loves short skirts; Abi's former sports rival, Willow's close friend when they were younger, now hangs out with Amy Johnson
Name: Sabrina Gans
Hair color: Brunette
Eyes: Blue eyes, piercing.
Body type: Small, tomboy frame
Description: Smoky look, dresses in jeans and elegant tops for day to day, wears little black dresses to impress. Ran off with a boy from high school, supposedly got married, came back to town about 2 years later and doesn't talk about the time she was gone. Her former husband is now a huge slab of meat between her baby sister's thighs.
Name: Dinah Henley
Body type: bottom heavy, curvy
Hair color/style: blonde, down to her waist
Friend structure: Best friends with Izzie, leader, more dominant of the pair.
Education: High school diploma, some community college.
Occupation: none, club kid. Going nowhere, conscious of it
Turn ons: steamy romance novels lead to finding bdsm porn at an early age. Loves to dominate Izzie in bed. Taking Izzie to get tattoos and modifications. Gets off on Izzie sinking to new depravities.
Name: Izzie Murtagh
Body type: small and busty
Hair color/style: brunette, dyed red
Family structure: large, mother, father, aunts, cousins, 3 sisters, 2 brothers
Education: high school diploma, some college.
Occupation: social media manager, multiple brands.
Background: photography, writing, arts and crafts
Turn ons: receiving pleasure, teasing, bondage, bdsm.
Turn offs: reptilian features.
Body modifications: tongue implants for enhanced oral stimulation, large tongue gauge, pierced nipples
Name: Zayne Harris
Weight: 200 lbs
Body type: fading athletic
Hair color/style: black
Education: did okay in high school, sports got him into college, but an injury forced him off the field.
Occupation: operates a pair of the town's most popular gyms.
Abigail’s senses began to return. She was warm, and relaxed, like being snuggled in bed under layers of comfy cotton blankets. She was curled at an odd angle though and it was still dark out. The clattering noise of a motor came to the forefront of her waking senses.
Landscapers? This early? What time is it? - Abi
She rolled over to check the clock on her nightstand. That is, she attempted to. However, when she tried to straighten out, none of her limbs responded. In fact, her torso barely moved. She became aware of a large lump underneath her, a hollowness in her chest, as well as being pressed in from both sides by two massive objects. They were warm, soft and smooth, and familiar somehow… They were… Willow’s thighs… She was certain of it… but… they were so big!
Oh Freya! I'm not in my room. - Abi
The events of the last 48 hours or so came back to her in a rush. Her marriage proposal from Lord Gerhardt. Her parent’s elated response. Her deep despair. Going to see her lover. Willow's comforting embrace. Confessing her heart's desire to run away together. Willow’s refusal to run away. Her counter-offer to hide Abigail in plain sight. Abigail’s reduction in status to Willow’s beloved pet. Abi’s emergence. Dinner with the nobles. Willow's magical sex toys. Somewhat secretly orgasming at dinner. Studying her beautiful body in the mirror one last time. The final drive to the rest stop. The potion bottle. Unrestrained passion. Bottomless depths of pleasure, and love. A true conduit of lust and love.
That’s me. I am that conduit now. Aren’t I? - Abi
Yes my love. You are magnificent!
Another person's thoughts invaded her own, inside her head. It was her lover, and soul-mate, Willow!
You are my beautiful Abi-cock! I am so thrilled you accepted my offer. I’ve felt so alive the last few hours. Everything feels new, brighter, more exciting. We have a secret from the whole world now, you and I. - Willow
That’s right. She had willingly transformed herself into her girlfriend’s penis. In the face of a lifetime of marriage to a drunken whoremonger she had agreed to become her secret girlfriend and long-time lover’s new cock. She was no longer Lady Abigail Blythe, daughter of a prominent family in her home city of Novariel. She wasn't even a person anymore. Now she was little more than an object; an appendage; a sentient slab of girl meat currently nestled between the thick, creamy white thighs of her former lover and aspiring rune mage, Willow. Abi felt their once familiar, but now totally alien weight squeeze in on her body from both sides and a twinge deep in her core. It seemed her new owner’s libido was already stirring.
I have an owner… body and soul… - Abi
She took a deep ‘breath’ and felt her repurposed lungs-cum-testicles churn. That would take some getting used to, but it was almost pleasurable in its own way. She was actually constantly moving the mass of spunk within her. Not being one hundred percent immobile was easier to accept. She wondered if she actually produced sperm now. Willow didn't comment.
Another sound intruded on her thoughts. An advertisement about lawyers offering guaranteed settlements in botched transformation cases was playing somewhere very close to her head. 'D-Cum chasers' she remembered they were often called. That ended and gave way to a strumming bass line of a song beginning.
The radio? I was out for a while, wasn't I? Are we in the car? - Abi
Yes my love. You fell asleep on the way to dinner. You missed it, not that it would have been particularly exciting for you anymore... Now we are on the way to The Twisted Songbird. - Willow
The Twisted Songbird! That fetishist karaoke bar? Our fathers said we were never to go there! - Abi
Then it will be unlikely that we should run into them there won't it? Besides, all I said was that I wanted a night out. The Twisted Songbird was all Dinah's idea. Apparently it's Zayne's birthday and she wants to give him a big present. - Willow
Dinah? - Abi
Abi thought of the bottom-heavy blonde they hung out with regularly. Normally she would wonder about Dinah's job, or school, or love life. She was openly bisexual, a fact which had teased Abi for years. She was happy with Willow (obviously) but had found herself masturbating to tales of Dinah's exploits more than once. She had been jealous of her friend's freedom to express her sexuality openly. She had also found when she was having difficulty reaching climax that visions of Dinah being eaten out with her thick, creamy white legs pulled back behind her own head like a pretzel would often suffice to push her over the edge. She felt a little guilty, thinking of another while she made love to Willow, but she knew she'd never act on the impulse. It just heightened her arousal levels in the moment. Most likely due to the taboo nature of the thoughts themselves.
Now she found new desires. She felt their shared pulse quicken at the thought of exploring the depths of Dinah’s plump, pink pussy. At least, they assumed it was plump and pink. She felt a flush at the thought of Dinah’s tiny mouth suckling her head. She began to stiffen at the thought of having her head rubbed against the pucker of Dinah’s young and beautiful little asshole.
Wait, what? I’ve never had a thing for Dinah’s ass before. I like the shape, sure, but… I’ve never wanted to be inside her before. This is so weird. - Abi
You're beginning to think more like a cock. That's okay. That's normal. As for your new fetish, that would probably be my fault, love. I’m afraid I’ve always been a bit of an ass woman. Which makes our new shared ass-clit doubly interesting. As my cock, over time, you'll grow to have the same warped perversions I do. Who knows, you might even give me a fetish or two I didn't already have. I've never given Dinah much thought before, but now that you mention it, she might be a fun test drive of our new body. What do you think? - Willow
Can we please? I feel good, like, really good, but I'm so horny… I want her to touch me so badly. I bet her fingers are really soft. You can't imagine what this is like. It's so intense. - Abi
I think I have some idea… Willow chuckled internally.
It's… it's everything. That's all I can think about. Nothing else matters except getting into Dinah's sweet pussy! I want it so bad! - Abi
Willow squirmed in her seat. Having a sex organ with its own lustful thoughts was going to be quite the experience. She grinned and gunned the engine.
Calm down, Pet. Patience. I've waited for this for years. You can wait a few hours more. I promise we're going to have fun tonight. No matter what. - Willow
Not long later Abi heard the radio shut off and sensed the rumbling vibrations of the car's engine cease. Willow tossed her keys in her purse. Abi heard her open a tube of lip gloss, a moment later Willow smacked her lips and the lip gloss close again, tossed in the center console. The car door opened, shoes hit pavement, jostling movement as Willow stood, then the car door closed. More jostling against Willow’s slightly plumped up thighs as she walked into the bar.
As soon as the door opened, they were both assaulted by the off key wailing of someone failing to imitate a pop diva from last year. For Willow, it was a minor hindrance. She could tune out the singer and focus on the sights before her, such as the hostess' third breast, or her ass cheeks in her ultra short-shorts. But now, shoved in a pair of boyshorts, Abi could only focus on sounds. The terrible singer. The jostling, clattering noises of walking in heels and the thumping of the bass pumping through the room along with Willow's own pulse.
My own base rhythm. She mused, smiling mentally.
Even though it was still light out, the bar was strategically dark, occasionally lit by colorful flashing lights placed here and there. She saw plenty of standard humans, and some transformed. Some cock women were telekinetically floating microphones in front of their urethras to sing. She saw a Naga with indigo and violet scales slither by, her scales rippling in a mesmerizing fashion.
Willow was led through the bar to a private room. It seemed her friends were already there. She closed her eyes, tapped into her internal reserve of mana and imagined an energy conduit between her eyes and Abi's to share her vision with Abi. Abi saw the world through Willow’s eyes. She had no control though, simply forced to watch whatever Willow rested her gaze on. In a way, it was a lot like watching a movie shot in first person. One one hand, Abi was a bit disoriented, but this was much better than being confined to a pair of panties. On the way they stopped to watch a female singer in a public space slap her denim clad ass and flick her long, blonde hair in a wide circle as she sang a particularly suggestive lyric from an older rock and roll hit. They locked eyes for a moment and the girl felt up her own right breast and flicked out her tongue at Willow. It forked at the tip and flickered up and down rapidly just like a real snake's. Willow's jaw dropped and she stopped dead in her tracks.
Damn. That was hot. They thought in tandem.
Jinx. Silly. - Willow
Love you. - Willow & Abi thought together again.
Abi felt a tightening in her chest, so to speak, and strained against her soft cotton prison. Willow got a minor thrill from Abi's involuntary response to her visual and mental stimulus. She shook her head and trotted to catch up with the cute hostess. The girl stopped and opened a padded booth door, #14, and gestured inside, instructing her to press the call button by the door for service before disappearing.
The door shut and the sounds of the bar fell to a muffled din. No one was singing at the moment. The room was simple. Three screens adorned the north, east and west walls. A modern sofa and a couch sat against the north and east walls, with coffee tables in front of each. A quick glance around the room revealed they were in fact the last to arrive, as expected. Their friends Millie and Sabrina were sitting on the small sofa while Dinah, Izzie and the birthday boy Zayne took up half of the couch in front of a small pile of gift bags sitting on a coffee table. Willow deposited hers, (Abi had no idea what it was) and moved around the tables to take a seat on the end of the large couch next to Izzie.
Willow had changed while Abi was unconscious and felt like a knockout in a nice pair of heels, a form fitting, open backed blouse, in black. She covered Abi in a tantalizing white, leather, high waisted, pleated skirt with a buckle. That should keep her nice and hidden and look fabulous at the same time.
Millie and Sabrina each looked stunning in a little black dress with matching heels and clutches. Millie's blonde hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, while Sabrina had opted for smoky eyeshadow and was letting her naturally dark bangs and shoulder length hair frame her face, giving her a slightly dark and edgy vibe.
Zayne was a newer friend, but they'd known him a few years now. He'd been dating Dinah for the last couple and by all accounts was amazingly good to her. He was tall and athletic. He played several sports in high school until a serious knee and A.C.L. injury took him out of contention for any real career in sports. He had healed remarkably well, but not in time to retain his athletic scholarships and grants so his dad sent him to business school instead. His athlete's body combined with his short-cropped black hair, icy blue eyes, and strong jaw filled out a suit in the boardroom like a dream made real.
Dinah had nearly swooned when he walked up to herself and Izzie at a dance club. He introduced himself, begged Izzie's sincerest apologies for attempting to steal her friend away for a few minutes, and asked her to dance, as if they were at a formal dance rather than a loud, sweaty, flashing neon, techno-raver paradise.
There had been instant chemistry. Just as Dinah and Izzie had been an inseparable pair prior, Dinah and Zayne were hardly seen apart in public after meeting.
Tonight he wore a simple pair of tailored grey slacks, as well as a black dress shirt, sleeves cuffed at his elbows. Speaking of elbows, on his left was Dinah, in a black maxi dress that hugged all her curves just right, with a slit from the top of her left hip down to her ankle. The slit was perfectly positioned to show off her generous hip and thigh. She was currently rubbing circles on Zayne's knee, a habit she'd picked up after he told her about his injuries.
Izzie sat to the left of Zayne, wearing a black wrap dress with a moon and star motif. She was a study in contrast to Dinah. Though Izzie was slightly taller, the girls weighed nearly the same amount. While Dinah was a wonderful representation of the wide-bottom girl's club, she couldn't hold a candle to Izzie's rack. With a stiff bra forcing her tits into a shelf under her chin and the high, wide waist on her dress, she was all titanic tits and toned legs, capped in a shockingly high pair of heels that would stand her a few inches above her best friend Dinah should they stand side by side.
Normally shy to begin with, Willow instantly noted her body language tonight. Her head was down, her straight red hair hung in her face, (it was a dye job. Dinah had gotten it done for her a month ago, her brunette roots were just beginning to show,) and she fidgeted her hands in her lap more than usual, but even more interesting, she was pressed right up against Zayne. She had her tits practically mashed into his shoulder, as she leaned toward him and Dinah.
Interesting. - Willow.
What? What is it? Abi was eager for outside input.
Izzie is acting strange. She and Dinah are practically on top of Zayne. Guess someone's getting a three-way for his B-day. Haha. - Willow
Abi's thoughts became unfocused as visions of Dinah and Izzie kneeling before her, nuzzling her with their soft and pillowy lips swam through her head.
"Hey! The gang's all here!" Boomed Zayne.
"Almost. Where's Abigail?" - Sabrina.
"I'm not sure. I thought she'd be here already." Willow lied casually. Abi felt a thrill of excitement at their first cover-up. She felt fresh hot blood pump through her body as Willow's heart pounded in her chest. Hiding her in public like this was exactly one of the things that excited Willow about this arrangement, and she had to admit, being a fly in the wall was kind of exciting.
"Well, no offense to her, but I'm ready to get this birthday party started. Who wants a drink?" Zayne patted Dinah's knee to let her know he wanted up. He made his way to the intercom by the door grinning from ear to ear. He had to be the luckiest guy in the world. Here he was turning another year older in the company of none other than five nearly perfect women, each of them dressed to the nines.
He ordered a round of drinks for the room and a couple of sushi rolls. Just something to snack on really, not a true meal.
"Alright, who's going to go first?" Zayne picked up the remote and started flicking through possible song choices on the screens.
"I will!" Dinah volunteered, hopping to her feet. She took the remote from him with a kiss and selected a pop track that had been on the charts for a few months now. She was pretty good, managing to keep time and not stumble over the words, but she could never hope to match the original artist's vocal complexity.
At the end of her song the waitress appeared, bringing their order. Then the party began in earnest. The drinks flowed and the girls danced, and Abi found herself growing stiff. It was maddening. She was hot and bothered, and stuffed into a pair of boyshorts too tight to allow her the freedom required to reach a full erection.
Willow was busy enjoying the music and the food. She had always been fond of sushi and she had a decent voice. After a drink and a snack, it was her turn to sing. She picked a pop song from five or six years ago. She performed pretty well and soaked up the praise that followed. She knew she wasn't good enough to sing professionally, but secretly daydreamed about being on stage. Who didn't?
Abi. That's who. Once upon a time, she may have dreamed of becoming a professional athlete. Now she dreamed of breasts and asses, mouths and pussies. She didn't despair at the loss of her chance for fame. Most were never that lucky anyway. The more she thought about it, she thought she could grow to be content with trading the futures she had dreamed of for herself for the pleasures of flesh and spirit. She now physically and mentally felt Willow's love for her at all times. True unconditional love. That was easy to bask in, to get lost in for a while…
Willow's first drink had been surprisingly strong. Zayne ordered a second round of drinks and insisted everyone try his recent favorite, a Karma's Realm Iced Tea. Containing absolutely no tea, the drink still managed to fake the taste, despite being made of purely liquor. It was actually really good. Willow smiled to herself, feeling the warmth of the alcohol soak into her. She imagined she could feel it pumping straight through her bloodstream into Abi. She continually sipped her drink, sitting back and watching Zayne and the other girls sing.
Sabrina got up and sang a rousing classic dance hit that got all the girls on their feet, laughing and singing and dancing. Willow focused on Sabrina's shimmery, black-clad ass bouncing with the song, forcing Abi-cock to watch the same.
Fuck. It's like they all subconsciously knew you were going to do this to me today. When have they all been this sexy at one time? Aaaaagh! - Abi
I know. Even Millie looks hot tonight, and despite your previous similarities, she's never been my type. - Willow
Really? You mean it? I always wondered. - Abi
Mmhmm. There's something about her I've always found just slightly off-putting, but I've never been able to pin down the reason. I much prefer your company. - Willow
You'd better! - Abi
After three drinks she was feeling a definite buzz. She was feeling flush and the other girls' perfume smelled so good she could barely stand it. She could smell a mixture that permeated the room. Millie and Dinah each wore something floral while Sabrina's was sweeter. Willow took another surreptitious sniff of the air and caught a whiff of something that made Abi twitch against her cotton prison involuntarily.
Izzie had brushed past Willow's seated position to sing her first song of the evening. Up till now she had stayed seated, barely interacting with the group. She had seemed preoccupied, nervous maybe. As her rear end passed Willow’s face, she caught the unmistakable smell of her friend Izzie's wet and extremely aroused pussy.
Hnnng. Uhn. Holy shit! She's not nervous! She's unbelievably horny! What the fuck is going on? Shit. Abi, calm down. Just pull it together. - Willow
Pull it together? I'm your fucking horny-as-hell dick now, you get to deal with this. Oh gods. She smells so good. Willow, we have got to find a way to fuck one of our friends tonight. They're all so hot. I'm a goddamn lesbian! How did I not notice all of our friends look like porn stars before? Their hair, their makeup, their tits, their asses, how are they all so… perfect? So intoxicating? - Abi
Well, it's different now. Even at my horniest, I've never wanted to just mount and fuck you the way I want them now. These male hormones are intense. We'll get used to it… I hope. We have to. - Willow
Abi whimpered mentally. This part of her new existence was sweet torture. If she were in her old body she could do kegel exercises or run to the restroom to relieve herself. Not that she would, unless Willow ordered her to. But now that she had no freedom to escape, and no hands to relieve herself, her arousal only grew and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She wanted to stroke herself so badly it was maddening. She pouted at her loss of arms.
By the time their internal conversation was done, Izzie had selected her song and started swaying her ass seductively to the beat. It sounded like modern hip-hop or rap, which was unexpected from the shy girl. It was a song made popular by two pop stars that had zero qualms about using their sluttiness to work their way to the top. Willow wasn't familiar with the song, but some assorted lyrics made her jaw drop.
"When he start to drip,
I get a grip.
When he about to blow,
I drop it down low.
He fucked my whole clique,
You'd think I'd be sick,
But I just can't get enough of that big dick."
Izzie's eyes were closed, and she danced to her song as if no one else was in the room. Willow was mesmerized.
"Knock me up,
Then break me down,
In your cum,
I wanna drown."
She varied her timing and inflection with ease. It was a precision performance, executed with grace and sex appeal. Willow was no one to judge, but subject matter aside, Izzie was giving the best performance of the evening, totally in the zone.
"Feel up my butt,
I'm almost fed up,
I'll gobble it up,
Then swallow it down."
When the song finished, the room was stunned silent, a stark contrast to the general applause that had followed each of the previous singers. Izzie's face turned nearly as red as her hair. She remained rooted in place, head down, fidgeting with the hem of her starry dress. Willow didn't understand. Izzie had just slain her song and was a treat to watch. She should be elated, shouldn't she? Dinah spoke up first.
"Oh Izzie! That was amazing! I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you Mi… Dinah. I'm really glad that you liked my song. Can we give Zayne his presents now?" Izzie asked, an eager tone in her voice.
Woah, did you catch that? - Willow
Was she about to say… - Abi
Mmhmm. - Willow
Then that means they're… - Abi
Mmmmhmmm. - Willow
"Are you ready to?" Asked Dinah.
"Yes, I think so." - Izzie
How did we not see that? - Abi
Too wrapped up in ourselves I suppose. - Willow
"What do you say, Zee? Are you ready for your presents?" Dinah batted her eyelashes at him.
"Most definitely, bring on the gifts!" Cheered Zayne.
They started with Millie, who'd gotten him a new digital camera, to take better pictures/videos of his workout routines for his gyms' adverts.
"Ohmygosh that's perfect. We can even use it tonight!" Said Dinah, who seemed more enthused than Zayne himself. Zayne smiled and passed the camera to Dinah. She was really cute when she was excited about something. She opened the box and began to assemble the camera, battery, and lens.
Next was Sabrina. She'd gotten him a fine leather briefcase for meetings. A classic gift. Zayne thanked her for it.
What did we get him? - Abi
I got him tickets to see that band he likes, Freya's Acolytes. - Willow
Ooh. Good one. - Abi
Thank you. Willow’s internal satisfied smirk was felt by Abi.
You couldn't put my name on the tag too could you? - Abi
It's way too late for that. - Willow
Aww. - Abi
Indeed, the tickets were well received. Zayne jumped up to give Willow a hug. She stood, and made sure to turn her hips to the side to avoid frontal contact.
Only Dinah and Izzie were left, but there were five gifts left.
"Wow. You two really went all-out for me this year didn't you? I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He chuckled and flashed a dazzling smile.
"You haven't seen anything yet mister." Dinah countered.
She gave him a small bag. He removed the tissue paper and fished out a heavy silver hoop, only a little bigger around than his fingertip, in plastic packaging.
"What's this? No-pierce Nose Ring? Oh! No way Hon! Really?" His face lit up with excitement.
"Of course." Dinah replied. "You said you'd like me to have one, and you know how much I hate needles, so I found these. I already watched a video on how to do it. Let me see it."
Zayne handed the package over, in awe that his girlfriend would change her appearance for him. Dinah removed a nitrile glove from the package first, then pulled the ring out of another baggie. She used her phone as a mirror and lined up the ring with her septum. As she pushed, the alchemically treated ring sank into the flesh in the tip of her nose with almost no resistance, as if it was phasing right through her. She held it in place for thirty seconds and let go. To no one's surprise, the ring held in place, it's bonding magic now complete.
"Well? What do you think?" She twisted her head back and forth so he could get a better look. Her nose was slender to begin with so the heavy, seamless metal hoop seemed overly large, and bull-like to Millie, but Zayne, her intended audience, was awestruck.
"I think it's perfect. I can't believe you did it, but I love it. Wow. Thanks, Hon! Did it hurt?" - Zayne
"No. It felt all tingly. Honestly, I thought I was going to sneeze, but I was so terrified of where the ring might end up that I just froze!" Everyone laughed.
"What's next?" Asked Willow, suspicious, and eager to see where this was going. Dinah spoke up again.
"Some of you may have been wondering why I asked you here, to the Twisted Songbird specifically. You are all my closest friends in the world and I love you with all my heart, but I've been keeping a secret from you all for the last five years."
Ooh, finally. This sounds promising. - Abi
Dinah walked over and held out a hand, which Izzie grasped.
"Ever since we turned eighteen, Izzie and I have been in a secret, lesbian relationship."
I knew it! - Abi
I knew it! - Willow
"I knew it!" - Sabrina
Everyone paused to look at her. She held her hands up in apology.
"Sorry, sorry, not the time, go on." - Sabrina
Willow and Abi shared an internal snicker at the brunette's outburst.
"Before I met Zayne, Izzie and I fell in love. Then we began to experiment with BDSM. She became the Sub to my Dom. Eventually she came to call me Mistress. I never demanded it. It just felt right, for both of us. We even went so far as to pierce her as well. We got her cute little nipples pierced, and recently... Izzie, face the group and stick out your tongue please." - Dinah
"Yes Mistress." Izzie dropped all earlier pretense and twirled around, placing her back to the northeast corner of the room, and stuck out the tip of her tongue as her Mistress had requested.
The group gasped at the sight of a 0 gauge piercing right through the tip of her tongue. How did she speak without a lisp? How long had she had that? How had she sang that song with that in? How had none of them found out before now?
Abi didn't know, but Willow's pulse was racing, and she was starting to leak. She felt the trickle of pre-cum well up in her 'mouth'. She wanted to expel it, so she flexed her base and worked a big glob up. It felt rather good to flex and leak. It was so gross to just lay in her own fluids, but they wouldn't stop. The viscous fluid smelled strong and musky. Would the other girls smell it? She didn't care. She was fixated on the girls' piercings and churning up as much cum as she could. She 'breathed' deep and felt her repurposed lungs churn and roil the mass of hot spunk inside her.
Woah girl. Slow down. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Don't go blowing our load early on me. Willow chided her new bodypet. Abi whimpered internally.
"I know you've all got questions, and we're really very sorry for deceiving you all. We knew that others outside of this room would not approve, and we understand you may be uneasy as well, but we trust you all implicitly. Izzie, elaborate, in your own words please." Dinah stepped back and waved a hand, urging Izzie to action.
Izzie spoke in a clear voice for once. No shyness, no flinching. She was confident and it was... sexy.
"You may flinch at the word Slave. Even my Mistress does at times. I do not. I say it proudly. I am owned. I belong to someone. That feels so comforting on a spiritual level. She is my center, my balance. She is my Mistress that I love more than anyone on this twisted rock. To me, being her slave just means that I have given Mistress Dinah full control of all decisions in our relationship. Her will is divine law as far as I am concerned. By her own authority, I am allowed to question her wisdom. I am not a drone but, and I hate to be cliché, her wish is my command. My wish is to be with her forever. I have known for some time that, as her slave, I could never be her wife. I could never be her equal if I wanted to be with her in the manner I do." She paused, looking around the room.
Millie and Sabrina wore expressions ranging from horrified to curious, respectively. Zayne and Willow wore slack-jawed expressions of pure lust. It seemed the birthday boy was getting more than he bargained for, and loving it. Izzie herself had stopped fidgeting, and aside from a slight blush, all of her nerves seemed to be calmed with this revelation of their true selves. She perked up even more and continued.
"Zayne, I have never seen Mistress Dinah happier than I have when she comes home from being with you, aside from spending 'quality time' with myself of course. (Insert naughty wink) I thank you for that, and for being so kind to her and always taking such good care of her. I hope… that you will take good care of us from now on."
"Izzie, you may give your present to Zayne now. - Dinah
"Thank you Mistress." - Izzie
Izzie picked up her present and walked over to stand before the dumbstruck Zayne. He took the paper bag without a word, removed the tissue and dug in it without looking at the bag. His eyes were too busy darting between his girlfriend and her… slave. What did that mean for him and Dinah? He didn't know. He felt cool metal at his fingertips. He pulled the object out, listening to the clinking of the intricate links as a five foot long metal dog leash came fully into view.
"What's this?" He breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. It was gorgeous. Each link was as thick as his index finger and about an inch in length and had an intricate geometric pattern of dots on each end. Ending in a padded black leather loop on one end, and a swivel-eye snap hook on the other. The occupants of the room still thinking with the heads on their shoulders knew instantly what the shiny, exquisite chain was.
"That is my new leash, Master. If you will have me?" Izzie stared into his bright blue eyes, willing him to say 'yes'. - Izzie
Zayne looked aroind the room. All eyes were on him, waiting. He looked to Dinah, questioning if this was real, if this was okay. She gave a tiny nod and giggled. She was pleased he wasn't revolted. She had so much more in store…
"Where do I clip it?" He wondered aloud.
"Why, right here, Master…" Izzie practically purred as she sunk to her knees. She stuck out her tongue and presented the gauged ring to Zayne. This time, she stuck her tongue all the way out, and Willow could see a quartet of large bumps midway down her tongue arranged two to a side.
"What are those?" Willow and Zayne asked in tandem.
Izzie did not answer, but remained on her knees presenting her tongue. She managed to smile impishly. Dinah spoke for her.
"Those are silicone disks, like miniature breast implants, under the skin of her tongue to further stimulate your magnificent cock as she sucks you off. Do you approve? Should we remove them, or add more?" Dinah was in total command of the room.
"I… approve very much, yes. No, no need to alter her further..." Answered Zayne in a daze.
"Oh, but I promise she enjoys a good alteration. Nevertheless all you need to do is claim her, and she will be ours." - Dinah
He reached forward and tenderly clipped the snap hook on the leash through her gauged tongue ring. Izzie closed her eyes and visibly shuddered in pleasure. A single happy tear rolled down her left cheek, in full view of the rest of the assembled party. Everyone watching could see how pleased and relaxed the turn of events had made the busty girl. She knelt beside him on the floor, happy as a newly adopted puppy.
"You're just going to… co-own her then? I can't believe we're discussing this, but, how does that work?" Inquired Millie.
How indeed? Wondered Willow.
"I'm glad you asked. Zayne? Are you ready for your third gift?" Dinah handed over a third bag, smaller and lighter than the last, but bigger and heavier than the first.
He merely nodded. Words had failed him for the moment. He reached inside the bag and pulled out a small crystal bottle. Inside was a shimmery pearlescent liquid. A collective gasp was heard round the room.
"Is this what I think it is?" Zayne found his voice again.
"Well, if you think that is a highly refined D-cum solution designed to give me the perfect designer body to please you forever, then yes. That's exactly what it is." She beamed.
"Dinah…" Zayne began but was quickly interrupted.
"Zayne, I love you, and I love Izzie. I'm so torn. My life is going nowhere, fast. I want to be with you both for the rest of my life. I was the happiest woman on the planet when you asked me out and I had both of you. My big, strong man in public, and my weak, doting slave girl in private. But now the novelty of truly living a constant lie has worn thin. I want to break free of the hidden double life we've been leading. I want to come out into the light and be who I truly am. I want to be free to be who I want to be. I can't ask you both to marry me, but I can ask you the same as Izzie. Will you take care of us both? Forever?" Dinah finished pouring her heart out and fell silent, anxiously awaiting his answer.
He stood up. He clicked his tongue, but didn't say anything. He took a step past Willow and turned around to face Dinah and Izzie, his back to Millie and Sabrina. He looked at the titanium lead in his hand and followed it's length to Izzie's tongue. Saw how it's weight gently pulled straight down on that sensitive bundle of muscle. Saw the hope and eagerness in her eyes.
Izzie really wants this? It's crazy but… I think she really does. - Zayne
He looked to Dinah, her hand on Izzie's shoulder to steady herself just as much as her Sub. She was putting on a brave face for the group, but Zayne knew her better than anyone here (with the possible exception of Izzie, apparently) and he could tell she was quaking inside. They had bared everything to the whole group. They must be so scared right now...
It was all up to him. He could break up with her and Izzie and walk away from all of this craziness right now. No one would really fault him for doing so, given the circumstances.
But did it really bother him that they had a secret romance? Would he have accepted it if they had brought it to him sooner? They were together longer. Was he the 'other guy'? Did it bother him that they were asking him to provide for them, like pets? Did it bother him that Dinah wanted to become something else, something unknown? Should he reject the pair of them?
The suspense is KILLING me! - Abi
Aaaah! You startled me! Don't do that! - Willow
Sorry… but… it is... Abi thought back, sheepishly.
Zayne walked slowly around to the south side of the room. The only sounds heard were their own heartbeats, the muffled thumping of music in the other rooms and Izzie's lead dragging heavily across the low coffee table. He stopped and turned to face the entire group, leash in one hand, potion bottle in the other.
"Well… somebody say something!" Millie practically shrieked in the silence. It was the first time she'd spoken since the gift giving began and she hadn't realized how tense she had become just watching this whole scene unfold.
Zayne held out his hands for peace, breaking the tension, "Okay. Dinah, you say you want to transform yourself, for me, and yourself. You want me to take care of you and Izzie, however you turn out. That's a big request, but I've made a decision. I already love Izzie as a friend and I already decided we could become more than that when I accepted her leash."
He wrapped it once around his hand, pulling just enough to pull the leash taut, but not so much as to really pull on her, just adding constant tension on the line. Izzie moaned.
"If you love her as much as I love you, then I'm sure we'll all work it out. She clearly thinks the world starts and ends with you, but I think I can find a place to fit in there. There's a good foundation of mutual love and respect here. Karma be damned…" He paused and knocked on the wooden coffee table three times, then cocked his ear and pointed his finger to the sky for a moment. Sensing no immediate smiting, he continued.
"I don't want to spend a single second of my life looking back on this moment wondering 'what if?'. I will love and take care of you both to the best of my ability as long as the three of us live. That's a promise." - Zayne
Izzie reached up and grasped Dinah's hand on her shoulder. Dinah took it into her own and daintily pulled the submissive redhead to her feet. Willow got a great look at Izzie's cleavage as she struggled to her feet.
Damn. Those heels are steep. - Willow
Fucking sexy is what they are. - Abi
The sapphic couple embraced, and kissed passionately. They kissed with a familiar heat that made Abi recall the feeling of her lips on Willow's as if it were real.
"I love you." - Dinah
"I love you too." - Izzie
"Can you believe it?" - Dinah
"Of course Mistress. You said it would happen this way. I never doubt you." - Izzie
"Then you're ready?" - Dinah
"I'm sure now." - Izzie
"I love you." - Dinah
"I love you too." - Izzie
"Zayne, I'm going to need that potion, and a little help from Izzie. Would you unclip her please?" - Dinah.
Zayne did as bidden, gently releasing Izzie's sensitive tongue from the heavy lead. She sucked it back in with exaggerated slowness to tease Zayne with the sight of each implant slipping between her lips, then her gauge slowly disappearing from view. Dinah made her way over and embraced Zayne, pressing her whole body into his. Her right arm snaked up and drew his head down into a passionate kiss while she retrieved the potion bottle with her left. Then she pushed him back toward the couch and he silently plopped back down next to Willow.
"Willow, will you take a picture? I can't believe you got a professional grade camera for your birthday Zee. Now we can have a really great set of before and after pictures too." - Dinah
She and Izzie posed for the camera. They stood plainly, side by side, holding hands. Willow snapped a few photos just to be sure she'd gotten a good one. After all, there wouldn't be another chance after this.
Dinah and Izzie hugged each other and pressed their foreheads together taking a deep breath before Dinah turned to address the group. Willow clicked away.
"Everyone, this is not a goodbye. This is a stepping off point to the rest of my life. I hope things don't have to change too much afterwards... I love you all. We'll see you on the other side. Izzie, open wide." - Dinah
Before the group could comprehend the last thing she said, Izzie dropped to her knees and threw her head back, mouth open, modified tongue stretched as far as it would go, eager to receive her Mistress' gift. Dinah uncorked the bottle, and quickly poured about half of the shimmery liquid straight down Izzie's throat.
"Izzie?" - Zayne
"Mmmm!" Izzie licked her lips. She smiled, thrilled with the crowd's shocked expressions. They had only suspected Dinah would transform herself. Just as Mistress had planned.
"Assume your position, slave." Dinah commanded Izzie with a smile, before downing her own portion of the bottle. She paused before adding her sub's title deliberately. She knew how much she enjoyed it and she wanted her to get the most she could out of this once in a lifetime experience.
Izzie faced the group and got down on all fours with her ass high in the air. This was made particularly difficult by the steep heels she had chosen. She didn't care. They were meant to give everyone else a thrill, not give her comfort. She had to crane her neck back to look up at the assembled group, giving them all a generous look down her expansive cleavage. She smiled, licked her lips seductively, and blew the crowd a kiss.
Dinah swung her leg over Izzie's back and sat her curvaceous rear on the busty girl's shoulders with Izzie's head right between her pale thighs, as if straddling her so Izzie could pick her up on her shoulders.
"Do you feel it?" - Dinah
"Yes Mistress. I feel warm. No, I feel hot. It can't possibly be this hot in here can it? I-I'm going to melt..." - Izzie
"It's okay my love, that just means the potion is working. Soon we will have everything we wanted. Any second now, the transformation will… Unnhhhh GODS! Whaaaaat i-is… happ…." Dinah couldn’t even finish her question as she was rocked by her own unbearable flash of heat, and the group watched as their clothes simply disintegrated before their eyes, floating through the air like so much ash.
Dinah's long, golden ponytail cascaded down her back all the way to her ass, now free of its ties. Her small, but perky tits dropped free, giving the group a decent look at her pink nipples, erect and hard as diamonds. Similarly, Izzie's monsters swung free below her, revealing the thick silver hoops that already adorned her big nubs. Dinah squealed and crossed her arms in front of her chest to preserve what she could of her modesty. Izzie, balancing on her hands and now the balls of her feet, had no such luxury and was forced to endure the shame of letting her closest friends ogle her pierced tits openly.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. They're going to be on display forever, remember? Unless Mistress chooses to cover them, and you know she won't. They belong to her now. You knew this was coming. Be free. This is it! Let go of your shame. You're doing exactly what you were meant to do. Izzie talked herself down.
"It's happening Mistress! I love you! I can feeeel ittt! AaaAAAGHN!" Izzie cried out as Dinah's bare skin contacted her own and the distinction began to blur.
Their touch was electrically charged. The girls felt like every atom of their bodies was instantly imbued with sexual energy from deep within. Their pussies gushed and nipples engorged, harder than they'd ever been before. Izzie watched the creamy skin of her mistress' thighs ripple and distort, inches away from her eyes, then begin to flow over her upper arm.
This is it. Hah... - Izzie mentally sighed in relief. As Dinah's flesh subsumed her own, the heat that had built within her was soothed, like having aloe poured over a sunburn.
Dinah's chunky calves consumed her forearm, and finally her hands stretched and warped, completely replaced by Dinah's feet. Dinah's ample ass cheeks flowed over Izzie's tiny shoulders, restructuring them for her new pair of front-facing legs. Dinah cried out as her feet cramped horribly, and were forced to stand en pointe, as if wearing a ballet slipper. Then they watched together as Dinah's toes, heel, and ankle melded, leaving her leg smooth and featureless, ending in a single, tapered, tough-soled digit instead of a human foot. In the rear, Izzie's legs were taking on an identical shape and appearance to Dinah's in front, facing the same direction.
"They're becoming a humantaur!" Sabrina shouted right as Izzie's thighs rippled, right where they joined her pale ass.
Each thigh rotated 180 degrees, pointing Izzie's shins and knees outward. The joint of her thighs began to slide up her side to join their twins like a boat moving upriver. Izzie giggled like a mad woman as they passed over her ribs, settling behind her original shoulder joint/the remains of Dinah's ass cheeks in what was technically their thorax now. They wobbled side to side as this shifted their center of balance. Instead of balancing on top of their legs, their new combined torso hung suspended from their four legs like a spider, or mantis.
This left Izzie's naked lower body to hang almost two feet behind their four, spindly legs, like an insect's abdomen, prominently exposed. Her shapely hips and girlish waist remained intact. The fat in her ass cheeks had rounded them out into nearly perfect globes, lacking stumps or scars of any sort.
"Well, that's not the way a humantaur usually looks…" - Sabrina
"How do you know what a normal humantaur looks like?" - Millie
"Not important right now. Look!" - Sabrina
I don't even have arms to cover myself with. All my limbs belong to Mistress Dinah now. Oh fuuuhhh uhhnnph. Oh fuuuck. Not now. Please. It's too soon! - Izzie
"Mistress! I'm c-cummm...nnnnngg… fuuuuhhh fuuckk! I'm sorry Mistress! I tried to hold it. I can't stop it! Oh g-GODdds… it feels so good. I can't believe being part of you feels so goOod!" Izzie's eyes rolled back in their sockets as she lost control of herself and orgasmed in front of the whole group.
Unseen by them, her pussy and asshole spasmed and clenched wildly, desperate for penetration to heighten her pleasure. They were able see the half combined form of Dinah and Izzie's four legs quaking uncontrollably till it passed. Their stance sagged low to the ground and they almost fell completely to the floor.
Up to this point, Izzie's cherubic face and small torso had remained unchanged. Only her arms and legs had been affected. Dinah's only changes thus far were her feet's restructuring and her legs' absorption of Izzie's arms. This was soon to change.
"Look! Izzie's hair is falling out…" - Millie
"Something is happening to her head!" - Willow
Indeed, Izzie's dyed-red locks took only seconds to fall out completely, wisped away to nothing before they ever hit the floor. Then she felt something cool and wet begin to creep across her scalp. An impulse to sink into that feeling overcame her and like the good sub she was, she obeyed, losing herself to the sensation. Her skull softened and she could swear she actually felt her brain dissolve. As the feeling spread around her head her hearing became muffled before returning in an altogether different fashion. She could feel and interpret the very vibrations in the air. It took her a few seconds to work out how to understand that input as a conventional sound. Once she did, she realized a whole new world of senses had been opened to her. Mana senses.
Wow! - Izzie
She had no time to explore this new found glory, as her throat and face suddenly felt very wrong. Something was welling up from within, while her head and face continued to sink into Dinah's crotch behind her. Her chin dissolved and it's former bulge smoothed out.
Oh Freya! She's just a pair of eyes and a mouth now! There's nothing left! - Abi
What the fuck? Did she just replace her pussy with Izzie's face? - Zayne
Indeed she had done just that, but the true extent of Izzie's changes would have to wait to be revealed to the group. Her major restructuring was complete and now only minor changes were occurring, such as her waist cinching a bit, and her ass padding itself out a bit more. Her breasts firmed up underneath her, wondrous orbs magically free of sag. Her skin crawled as Dinah's paler, softer flesh wiped away any trace of Izzie's original coloring. In fact, it erased the birthmark on the back of her left calf, and any other blemishes she had picked up over the years. Their skin was becoming pale, smooth, and blemish-free.
By this point Izzie's changes were slowing, but she still burned with desire and despaired at her inability to act on it. She had lost control of her arms when they became Dinah's legs and she had lost control of her original legs when they had migrated up her body. She could wiggle and flex her back and abdomen, but in effect, she was limbless now. A quadruple amputee. She completely lacked any appendage she could control, and was in effect headless as well. While her face remained in Dinah's crotch, facing the group, she had no neck to move it with. She was along for the ride, a passenger in her own body forevermore.
Furthermore, her nervous system had integrated with Dinah's. She felt Dinah's heart hammering away. She felt her arousal, her nervousness. Izzie was so hot, she was sure she would cum again soon. Already the pleasure of all the sensations was building her to another orgasm. She just needed a little more stimulus...