Topic: Body Art
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Body Art
Legends of Belial → Tales of Belial → Body Art
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i'm looking forward to it!
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That is one big-ass story.
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So is it about the body art transformees get? Maybe body art that turns transformative, something like that?
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Well, you'll see. But it's actually a play on a specific kind of performance art where people do shocking things to or with their body in a public space. More specifically I was thinking about this when I came up with this story:
Re: Body Art
Body Art
Introduction
Hi, my name is Miranda and I'm writing this on the eve of one of the biggest choices of my life.
I'm currently sitting here naked, locked in a plexiglass box with a roof, right in the middle of the main college square. My cage, because that is what it is, has several padlocks on the outside, each controlled by a different person, and another on the inside which only I can open. There will be no escape!! My home, because for the next seven days this box is also that, is sparsely furnished: I have a thin mat to use as a mattress and seat, a low coffee table to use as a desk, a thin blanket for warmth, a couple books to fill idle hours, and a beanbag chair. My stage, because my cage is the site of my performance, is illuminated at all hours of the day so that anyone walking through the square can see my art, see my canvas.
See my body.
Because for the next seven days I will be using the alchemy of demon cum to radically change myself in a performance I am calling Body Art.
Let me explain.
I am a fine arts student at the college with a focus on theatre studies and dance. I am in the final year of my studies and so I found myself in need of a final thesis.
My program takes a liberal view of what could make a thesis. The only requirement is that it involves some type of traditional scholarship and a performance. My boyfriend Williard is writing a play about a young woman changed into an avatar of Mamnon, based on research into legends of the great demon. My friend Tandra, an incredible dancer, is documenting a transformed burlesque movement happening at The serpent and The Hood, a local bar, and then creating her own dance. There were so many options and I was having trouble choosing one.
Worse, I was having trouble deciding what I was passionate about.
This all came to a head one night when my friend Katka and I had found our way onto the roof of our dormitory and were smoking a joint. We were both stuck on what our thesis should be and were brainstorming, hoping getting a little high might inspire some new ideas.
I had always been interested in performance art, an art piece where an artist would go somewhere public and perform a provocative act to inspire thought in strangers. Katka, knowing my affection, had suggested that might be a worthwhile pursuit for me. I agreed, but complained that I couldn't come up with an actual idea worthy of being my thesis.
Feeling overwhelmed, I changed the subject and suggested that Katka should consider a photography project. Katka is an extremely talented photographer and a photo based project would be right up her alley.
Katka admitted that she had been considering a photography project and even knew what she wanted to do.
Her favourite photography professor made a name for himself by rushing to Jizza at the start of the transformation epidemic and documenting women before and after their changes. His own young wife came with him, unaware of the dangers, and became a transformee herself. In fact the photos of his wife's series of transformations became his most famous. He hangs them in his office.
Picture if you will a photo depicting a beautiful young woman, a life nude model, with large high breasts, long willowy limbs, auburn hair, and a constellation of large dark freckles. Snap to a picture of that same woman, but with larger lips, no arms, and six large cocks dangling from her crotch. Now imagine a picture where her pretty face and head are gone, sunk into her armless shoulders and where a huge, twinkling eye stares out of her cleavage and an even larger, feminine mouth splits her stomach while her six dicks double in size. And then the next photo where her torso swells, becoming soft and fat like a giant tit and pear shaped, her breasts and nipples now gone, her six cocks long enough to trail on the floor. And finally a photo of her, well him, with his newly legless torso, now a chubby, freckled cyclopian toroid with the largest lips and mouth I have ever seen resting on a nest of long penis tentacles.
It's a really remarkable series of photos that captures the joy of the subject's transformation and has the added complexity of the photographer coming to terms with and learning to be attracted to his lover’s new form.
It was these photos that Katka wanted her project to be like: a thesis where she captured someone remaking themselves with her photography. Katka, however lacked the time and means to travel to Jizza or Freya's Realm or other hotbeds of transformation and found much of the local transformation scene too mild to really make for an engaging photo series. So Katka knew what her passion was and what she wanted to do, but lacked the willing subject she needed for her photos.
That's when it struck me: I could be Katka's transformee subject.
Better yet, I could stage my transformation in public and format it to be performance art.
Transforming could be my thesis.
My own body could be my art.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I knew it felt right. While I had never considered transforming myself before, it was exactly the kind of provocative, dramatic act that would make for an excellent performance art piece. Done properly I could use the transformation to explore and demonstrate the consequences of decisions and a loss of control in a public spectacle. And then I would have to live with the changes, a permanent testament to my art. A life long performance.
It was a giant, terrifying idea.
And, I have to admit, more than a little exciting.
I told Katka of my desire to transform in a performance, told her that I would love to be her photography subject. I could see the doubt and worry flash in Katka's eyes, but also the excitement: here I was offering myself as her perfect thesis project. It was too good an opportunity for her to pass up.
So the two of us sat there on the roof and came up with a plan to make our new dreams a reality.
When I eventually made it back to my room I lay awake looking at the ceiling and thinking about the journey I was about to embark on. What did transformation mean to me and how could I communicate that to an audience? I thought about how transformations are like decisions and come with irreparable consequences and chilling finality. I thought about transformations and decisions could start small but pile up into larger realities and difficulties. I thought about how transformation was about a loss of control and, like life, was often a random event. And I decided that this is what I wanted to capture. That my performance should somehow incorporate randomness into the changes, that I should concede control somehow, and that it would better if I could work in randomness. And that it was essential that I appeared trapped in the situation.
And then I thought about what transforming would actually mean.
And then I fantasized about what I might be.
And then I masturbated long into the night.
The next morning at breakfast, a highly enthusiastic Katka ambushed me and suggested we skip classes to perform all of the logistics needed to put the plan into motion. I may have wanted more time to consider how I felt about the plan, but didn't want to disappoint her and so I let myself get swept along by her enthusiasm.
The first thing we needed was faculty approval and a professor to sponsor our project. Katka thought that professor Bluthe, her photography teacher with the changed Jizza husband, would make a sympathetic candidate. And so we went to meet with him.
Professor Bluthe stroked his greying beard thoughtfully while Katka explained the general concept of what we were proposing. When she finished he gave me a long judging look and asked me how I felt about it and what I was hoping to accomplish. Glancing at the photo series of his changing spouse, I explained that I was quite serious and what transformation meant to me and that I wanted to communicate this to an audience. He bit his lip and considered this and then rendered his judgement.
He decreed that the project had merit and, assuming we could gather the materials needed, that he would be happy to be our sponsor and advisor. He told me that my performance idea was excellent but that I would need to write a primary document on the experience to satisfy the scholastic portion of the thesis. He instructed Katka that he didn't think the photos of me changing would be sufficiently scholarly on their own and so she would be responsible for documenting the entire performance including the audience and preparation.
Then he smiled, wished us good luck, and suggested that Professor Lipple in the alchemy department would be a potential ally.
As he stood up to shake out hands I couldn't help but notice he was sporting a sizeable erection in his trousers.
Our next stop was the office of Professor Lipple. Professor Bluthe called ahead so we were able to get a meeting with the busy alchemist Prof almost immediately. The severe looking older woman listened to our story with intimidating intensity. When we finished she asked exactly what transformations I had in mind. I told her that I didn't know exactly, but wanted a series of somewhat mild changes over a series of days and that it would be good for their to be randomness... but in a safe way. I wanted my mind intact and enough humanity to live some sort of life afterward. Professor Lipple lapped her pursed lips and thought.
She told us that alchemy doesn't come cheap, and as interesting as she finds our project, she can't just give us that many elixirs for free. She did however have a senior group of gifted alchemy students who needed practice making potions and who would benefit from seeing some of their work used on a human volunteer. She suggested that perhaps she could use me as her students’ gunea pig and therefore provide me with the alchemy for my performance.
I told her that would be more than acceptable, generous even.
Professor Lipple smiled thinly and called for “Hendricks” out her office door. Scrambling in was a mousy young man who we'd pass in the hall, who, judging from his smeared and scorched lab coat, was one of Dr Lipples students. He smiled shyly at us when he entered the room.
The professor introduced us, confirmed that Hendricks was one of her honours students, and that he would be our lab liaison for the project. She explained our plan to him and I elaborated that I wanted to do seven days of transformation and that I wanted it to be somehow random.
Hendricks blushed and suggested that he and his four classmates could make their potions in secret and not tell me what they were. And they could each make seven potions, one per day, and bring me one each everyday so that I would have five vials a day to choose from. To make it random, Hendricks suggested that I could roll a five sided coloured dye, like in a game of chance, to select the vial.
I smiled at him and clapped my hands. The idea was perfect! I told him it was exactly what I wanted and complimented his smart problem solving skills. Hendricks blushed even darker.
Prof. Lipple cleared her throat and said that if all was decided everyone should get back to work to make my performance a reality.
Katka just grinned at me.
The next problem we had was that we needed a stage for my performance. Fortunately the college had a policy where strident groups or individuals performing anything remotely academic had free use of the main campus square. The main square was ideal for me in that it sat right in the middle of the campus. It was Bordered north and south by the student residences on one side and their lecture halls and labs on the other. The square was also bordered east and west by the college shopping and dining area and the student centre and recreation zone. Basically it was right at the heart of student life and required just about every person to cross it at least once in a day. If I wanted my show to be seen, it was the perfect place.
We promptly submitted the paperwork.
With the alchemy sourced, probably the next most challenging aspect of holding the performance came from the fact that I'd need a specialized stage built. It was going to be my home for a week, a very nude week, so it would have to be constructed to protect me from the elements. It had to have transparent walls and be well lit so that people could watch me at all times. And it had to be a prison: I was increasingly certain that I wanted to be trapped in a box for the duration of my transformations. I also wanted to be able to keep anyone meddlesome from interrupting my act. So my stage would also have to be built as a durable cage.
Again I was fortunate in that Tandra had a sometime girlfriend Elise who, along with her cock Kai, were the president of a building club for engineers. (For the curious Elise and Kai had started as two regular girls. They became conjoined at the Serpent and Hood bar with Elise becoming four legged and having her breasts turn into massive testicles. Kai became joined to Elise's crotch and became her cock, but retaining her arms and breasts and most of her face, growing a glans cock muzzle on her mouth and nose.) Elise and her dick and their friends would build small practical projects to keep their building skills alive as they learned the theory of engineering. And Elia and Kai, on behalf of their club, agreed to build me a plexiglass cell.
So everything was in motion. The alchemistry students were hard at work on my elixirs and the engineers only needed a day to assemble my cell. My performance was going to happen in less than a day.
I was fiercely excited.
I was fiercely aroused.
I just needed to tell my boyfriend…
For my last night as a human I took Williard out for a fancy dinner and seduced him after our meal. I just had to experience sex once more as a woman: who knew what I will end up as! (Which is so arousing!) It was a very memorable night with Williard rising very much to the occasion, filling me completely, and giving me a train of orgasms to fondly remember. It was a perfect last night as a human.
Of course I still needed to tell him.
Enter scene: a young woman and young man are having sex. The woman is on top aggressively thrusting against the man who does his best to meet her. The woman feels herself approaching, grabs the man’s face and pushes it into her breasts. She exclaims and orgasms, gyrating on top of her lover. A moment later the man bucks and hisses as he spews his seed deep inside her. They collapse together.
Sometime later, the man and woman entertained and cuddling:
Me (the woman): “Mmm… that was perfect.”
Williard (the man, stroking woman): “That was pretty grand, wasn't it? Why so hungry tonight?”
Me: “Actually, about that... I have something I need to talk to you about.”
Williard: “Ha! Going to tell me your're pregnant?”
Me (swatting the man): “No! Freya, no. It has to do with my thesis project.”
Williard: “You mean you've finally picked something? Finally!”
Me: “Yes, and I'm not entirely sure you will like it…”
Williard: “What did you do now?”
Me: “I'm going to stage a special kind of performance art. One where I transform myself in front of a crowd.”
Williard: “Shit! Really?”
Me: (a nod)
Williard: (a long pause)
Williard: “I didn't know you were interested in changing yourself.”
Me: “I'm not... Or at least I wasn't. It, um, turns out I am. Very much so.”
Williard: “So you're certain then?”
Me: “Yes. My performance, my changes start tomorrow.”
Williard: “So this was one last night with me as you?”
Me: “Yes, sort of. Uh, sorry for making this choice without consulting you.”
Williard: (pause) “Well it is your life and it's not like we’ve made any promises. What will your transformation be?”
Me: “I'm not sure yet. And, uh, transformations. I've set it up so that I will have multiple, seven, changes from vials chosen randomly that were made by alchemy students.”
Williard: “Students?”
Me: “Alchemy is expensive! And they are honours students....”
Williard: “I see.”
Me: “You’re doing your project on the great demons....”
Williard: “That doesn't mean I find transformations sexy. Maybe I just find drama in it.”
Me: “Will you still love me after I transform?”
Williard: “I'm not sure, I guess it depends on what you end up as…”
Me: “Will you at least be there to support me?”
Williard: “Of course.”
Me: “I love you Williard.”
Williard: “I'm fond of you too.”
End scene.
After spending the morning of the next day with Williard it was finally time to start my performance. We walked hand in hand to the central square and the newly constructed plexiglass box that was to be my stage, cell, and home for the next week.
Gathered around the box was a small crowd of largely curious alchemist students and my friends and classmates. Katka was there with her expensive camera snapping shots of me and the crowd and Tandra was there looking beatific in moral support. Hendricks was there as well, standing in a knot with four other mousey looking students: two boys, a girl, and what judging from the bulge in her trousers must be a herm or shemale. I suspect they are the other honours alchemist students here to see me off.
I hugged Williard and kissed him.
Then, in front of all of these witnesses I undressed. I tried really hard not to blush or feel embarrassed: my body is my canvas and besides, I was about to spend the next week of my life very publicly naked. Still, when I finally kicked off my underwear I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious with all of the stares and appraising looks. I took a deep breath, stood a little taller and marched to the cage door.
Turning to face the crowd I announced the performance had begun and stepped through the door into my cell and closed the door.
I then took a padlock on the inside and locked the door on my end. Now no one could let me out without my agreement.
That accomplished Katka stepped forward and placed another padlock on the outside of the door. As my main collaborator no one could let me out without her agreement.
Hendricks, acting on behalf of Professor Lipple and the other alchemists, added another padlock to the door, making it three parties that needed to be consulted to open the door prematurely.
Finally Tandra, in the place of Professor Bluthe, who failed to show up, placed a third and final padlock on the outer door.
Now all parties had to agree to release me.
There is no going back now.
I spent the rest of the evening sitting cross legged in the centre of my cell until the crowd slowly departed. Tandra waved goodbye and Katka sketched a salute. Williard blew me a kiss and the alchemists merely departed. Soon I was alone.
I'm Miranda and it is the middle of the night as I write this.
Tomorrow my life changes for good.
There is no going back.
****
To see Miranda on day 0 go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14859060/
To see Mr. Bluthe's transformation go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14859051/
***
Some behind the scenes stuff:
This story will feature a bunch of transformations over a number of days. To make the story more random and exciting I did not design any of the transformations and instead asked some collaborators on the forum to design seven vials each, one per day of the story. So:
Orange Vials: by Demon-Man
Blue Vials: TheTransformationGuru
Purple Vials: Xerox2
Red Vials: darkdonny
Green Vials: Madmax011
Also all vial use was chosen using random number generators.
(I have plans for any leftover vials, so collaborators, never fear!)
Enjoy! And see you next Sunday for the next instalment!
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Professor Lipple, a glorious name 
8 2014-11-02 20:55 (edited by indigocarmine 2014-11-02 20:55)
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Body Art
Day 1: Morning
I wake up with the sun in my eyes, wrapped in a blanket. I blink my eyes and sit up, not entirely sure where I am. The cool morning air gives me goosebumps and makes the nipples on my naked breasts stiffen. I gasp as I realise the walls of my room are see through and that I am in the middle of the college square. And I'm naked! It's like a nightmare!
I pull my blanket up to cover myself as a busload of tired commuters walks past, casting a curious glance my way.
And then I realise where I am and what I'm doing. I laugh and drop the blanket and flop back letting my nude form free. This is why I am here, why hide my body?
I roll onto my knees, and stand, padding over to the full-length mirror hanging in one corner of my cell. I carefully scrutinize and itemize my body, try to drink it all in. I will change soon, and I should appreciate myself every morning. This, I realise, should be a part of my routine.
How I look this morning as a human:
- I have shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes.
- I have a somewhat long, straight nose and a thin pair of lips in an angular face.
- I stand 5' 7" tall and have a swimmers build, with wide shoulders and a somewhat narrow waist.
- I have b cup breasts that sag slightly so that they sit low on my chest if unsupported.
- While I am pretty fit my stomach is not entirely flat and projects ever so slightly.
- Despite my slightly narrow hips, my butt swells nicely and my thighs are wide and soft. When I walk they rub together a little.
- My arms and legs are slightly too short for my torso, but are pleasantly strong and sturdy.
- I keep my pubic region shaved and smooth and have a vagina with modest labia that peak out only slightly when I am not aroused.
Overall I enjoy my body. I may not be the most conveniently attractive woman I know (that honour is likely Tandra's), but I think I'm still quite pretty and have a certain strength of body that is kind of sexy. No matter how I end up, I think I'll miss this version of me.
Saying goodbye to myself in the mirror like this is bittersweet.
Fortunately a knock on the window of my cell interrupts my melancholy. Tandra has arrived carrying her yoga mat and my breakfast.
I hurried over to the small pass through window the engineers had added to my cell. It is a round door about chest height large, just about large enough to shove my head through, or receive a coffee and tasty breakfast pastry. Wide enough, basically to keep me fed and free of waste, but nowhere large enough to escape through.
I accepted the bundle of morning food and set it aside on my small table and dig my thin sleeping mat out from under my blankets. I roll out the mat and join Tandra by the window. Tandra, an off and on again instructor, had promised to stop by every morning before her classes to do yoga with me to help acquaint myself with my new body. She also thought doing it today would be a good way to say goodbye to my current form.
As Tandra lead me through my poses, downward facing dog, cobra pose, chair pose, half moon pose, I could feel my body stretch and strain in pleasant and familiar ways. This was the simple joy of movement, the pleasure of my sturdy, reliable body. This is what I'm risking, what I've already given away.
I can't help but wonder, will I even be able to do this in my final form?
The thought chills and excites me.
After we cool down and meditate, Tandra and I sit back to back against the cell wall, me nude, and have an ordinary chat. We talk about our impending exams, about the progress of Tandra's project, a bit about her adventurous love life. Thankfully, Tandra doesn't dwell on my impending change.
As I finish my coffee, and pastry I realize I have to pee and worse, have to shit. Here I am in a glass box, with no privacy and one of my best friends in clear view. And, now that I look around, quite a few gawking strangers curious about the naked girl in the box. I blush furiously.
But it's not like I really have a choice.
I make my way over to the small bucket I've brought in for such purposes, squat over it and release a stream of urine as people point and stare. That completed I sit on the bucket and shit, hurrying and trying not to make eye contact with Tandra. I am completely humiliated.
Tandra had waited patiently for me to finish and looked, if anything, a little excited. She wished me good luck and told me she would see me the next morning before departing.
I waved goodbye and sat to write about my morning.
***
Day 1: Afternoon
Shortly before noon Katka arrives to start snapping photos. Just in time to catch me squatting over my bucket for another piss in front of a pretty sizeable crowd. Performing bathroom functions in public was not an aspect of my performance I had considered before. It is certainly not an enjoyable experience.
Katka wasn't just there to take humiliating photos of me but had also brought me lunch. The slow acting dcum mixture for my act was apparently delayed by gastric emptying, so it was only to be taken on a full stomach. I traded Katka the box of sandwich and fries for my bucket of waste through the pass through.
While I eat my food, the college lunch crowd surges onto the square. I find myself sitting naked in the centre of a sprawling mass of onlookers as I loudly explain, for about the thousandth time today, what I am doing, what the performance is. I see shocked faces and curious faces, angry faces and confused faces, supportive faces, and occasionally, I see aroused faces. I hadn't even really started, and already I was eliciting reactions.
Katka, returning with my empty bucket, was sure to take several photographs.
It wasn't long before a small procession of alchemy students announced the arrival of the honours students with my daily vials.
Hendricks and his four cohorts lead the alchemists wearing their traditional, ceremonial lab coats and thick black rubber gloves. The other alchemists wear only their normal day-to-day coats and formed a gaggle behind them. It is quite the spectacle.
In the distance, standing on top of a picnic table, her hair clipped back severely stands Professor Lipple. She holds a lab notebook and brings a brass eyeglass up to her eye so she can observe me and the process at a distance. She watches me through her optics, moues, and makes a mark in her notebook.
Deciding to oblige her, I hold my arms out to my sides and turn a slow pirouette, showing her my whole body. Dr. Lipple nods curtly and makes another annotation.
The alchemist procession makes it to my cell and Hendricks approaches my pass through window bearing a wooden test tube rack with five test tubes in it. Each test tube is brightly coloured corresponding to a different, unknown alchemist. There is an orange one, a blue one, a purple one, a red one, and a green one. I don't know what any potion does or who made which one.
The lack of control makes me breath a bit faster.
I open the pass through window and accept the rack of tubes and carefully set it on my small table.
I smile at Hendricks and wave, he bows solemnly in return and retreats to the respectful distance the rest of the alchemists are maintaining.
Next to the rack of coloured, transformative test tubes is a five-sided dice with the colours of the tubes on it.
It will choose what change I get.
The randomness makes me hot, makes me pant.
I pick up the dice, roll it in my hands, blow on it and roll it across the table.
It rattles a rainbow and bounces across the table, falls to the floor of my cage and comes to a stop.
Heedless of exposing my now swollen vagina, I drop to all fours and crawl after the dice and see it on the floor.
It shows green.
I am breathless and slick with excitement.
Abandoning the dice on the floor, I race back to the table.
Lift the green vial, showing it to the crowd.
I uncork it in a flourish…
I kiss my humanity goodbye….
And swallow it's contents utterly
Immediately a feeling like drinking nettles fills my mouth and throat and settles with a heat in my stomach.
And for a while that is all.
The crowd shifts and looks impatient. Clearly they were expecting an immediate change. Some of the people mutter after a few minutes and wander off, perhaps thinking this is all a joke. The rest settle in, staring at me and waiting.
Katka keeps snapping photos.
After 15 minutes or so the pinprick sensation in my mouth intensifies painfully. A change must be manifesting.
I rush to the mirror in my cell and stare at my lips, expecting them to swell into something sexual like a cunt or an anus. They stubbornly look the same. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue to see if it is a phallus or clit or longer. Yet it too looks normal. The tingling in my mouth stops. Nothing I can see has changed.
I swallow in disappointment... but swallowing is somehow harder?
I roll my tongue in my mouth and it feels sticky, and clumpy and the entire orifice tastes salty and a bit buttery.
Something has clearly changed.
I drag my tongue along my cheeks and accumulate the lumpy fluid in my mouth and spit it onto my hands.
Sitting in my palms is what looks like a shiny ball of cum.
Experimentally I sniff it and it reeks of semen.
My mouth now salivates thick, ropey, smelly, gobs of cum.
Holy fucking shit!
I swallow with difficulty and think about this.
My mouth is always going to be full of cum.
Talking is going to be harder.
Everything I eat is going to taste like salty semen.
I will always have cum breath.
This is going to be very inconvenient and is a change I would never pick for myself.
I am so fucking turned on.
And still, the tingling heat of the green potion sits in my stomach and innards.
There are more changes to come still.
While I wait for the next change to occur, I drag my beanbag chair over to the mirror and flop into it. I try to speak and find that I still can, but that if I don't swallow before starting it sounds like I have a mouth full of something sticky like peanut butter. And even if I do swallow my cum before starting I find I have a slight lisp now, and that I spit a little with certain sounds. I will have to be careful with my p's or I will risk lobbing flecks of cum at the people listening to me.
As I sat there practicing speaking and swallowing, enjoying the taste of cum in my mouth and rubbing my vulva idly I feel the hot tingle of the alchemical potion slide deeper inside me and intensify.
This time the intense, stinging pinpricks are centred in my guts and in my vagina.
Excited I dash back to the mirror and ogle my cunt expecting something dramatic like swelling or growing a cock. I am torn between wanting to watch it happen or stroking my dripping cunt goodbye. I settle on touching myself and stopping at the first sign of a change.
I watch with rapt attention.
Katka outside my cell snaps photo after photo.
And all of a sudden.... the tingling stops.
My vagina still looks completely the same.
I feel a momentary pang of disappointment, and then realize that something had to have changed.
And then I feel it.
My bladder swelling painfully inside me, so full that it actually slightly distends my belly. It aches, screams for release.
Aghast I waddle to my waste bucket and squat over it.
I clench to pee and moan as I feel an alien blast of pleasure and a weird pulsing sensation instead of the familiar emptying stream of urine.
I was ejaculating!
Instead of urine, my bladder was full of semen, and now instead of peeing I was spurting cum! So much cum! Ropes of white fluid shooting, blasting from my urethra and out of my vulva.
I pee cum!
It just keeps coming out of me!
Until, shuddering, I collapse in ecstasy on the floor, the waste bucket behind me half full of cups of my slowly cooling spunk.
I reach down and jam my hands into my aching cunt and rub myself to orgasm, heedless of the unwiped cum-piss still coating my lips. Now this is a change!
And still, deep inside me, I can feel the tingling heat of the potion still working its magic on me.
I lay on the floor basking in the glow of my orgasm and weird new ejaculation based urination. I feel wonderful. I swallow another mouthful of cum. As I stare at the ceiling I wonder what the next change will be.
As suddenly as the lasts two changes occurred I feel the tell-tale pinpricks of change sweep through my guts. My intestines gurgle and writhe, I feel them mobilizing. My bowels suddenly feel full, and a cramp lances through my insides. I clutch my stomach, trying to massage the cramp and make for my bucket.
I shuffle, kneel over it and bear down on what feels like it will be an unpleasant bowel movement. Maybe the elixir has disagreed with my stomach?
As I push, I feel the tingling of transformation intensify in my butthole. I feel something slip from my asshole, but it doesn't feel like shit and I don't hear anything splash in the fun filled bucket.
Instead I feel an aching, hot, pulsing hardness and a growing pressure.
A pressure that makes me wet and makes me pant which makes drool lines of semen leak out of my mouth.
I feel the pressure and ache build and I squat up and look between my legs and see that a seven inch dick the colour of my anus has grown out of my asshole and is pulsing in time to my heart beat.
With a crescendo of transformation sensations and final burst of pressure the cock erupts with cum.
I cry out, thrilled with the alien sensation of a cock ejaculating as it spews huge amounts of semen into my bucket.
The ejaculation goes on and on, as more and more cum comes spewing out of me. I feel my bowels relax and empty as the bucket spills over with cum and begins to pool around my feet.
I realise I'm shitting cum.
I pee and poop semen!
And still I'm ejaculating my ass cum into the bucket, screaming and groaning in pleasure!
Suddenly, in the throes of my butt cuming I feel myself loose control of my bladder and feel my urethra begin to ejaculate my cum pee all over my feet too. I am spurting great ropes of cum out of my cunt and ass and I feel incredible.
And suddenly it's over and I'm squatting in a hot, smelly pile of my semen over a bucket full of my waste cum. I'm panting and my legs are weak. I sit down right in my cum and laugh a little deliriously. I'm a freak! A freak whose digestive system is a giant cum factory!
I flop onto my side and roll in my cum. I scoop some up, a double handful and shovel it into my already cum filled mouth and swallow it. It tastes the same as my mouth semen. I grab and eat another handful and another. In laying here eating the cum from my ass and bladder in a glass box in front of a crowd of people.
I reach down and begin penetrating my vagina with my cum soaked hands.
I'm in heaven.
****
Day 1: Evening
When I come back to my senses some time later, I find myself laying in a cool slick of drying cum. I'm covered in dry semen and my hair is crusty with it. I look and smell like the victim of a bukaki video, except the cum is all mine.
I blush, but don't really feel bad about it.
I realise my anus cock has disappeared, presumably back into my butthole. I slip a cum slick finger into my anus and feel it there, a deflated glans ready to remerge. I wonder if it only comes out when I have to shit or if it will slide out if I'm aroused too.
I hear a knock on the window and see Katka holding a pair of buckets and some noodle box takeout.
Katka tells me she brought me hot water for a sponge bath to clean the cum off and a bigger bucket for my new bodily functions. She also brought me dinner.
I gratefully accept the bucket of hot water to clean myself and hand Katka my cum filled waste bucket.
Katka carries it over to a storm drain and dumps my semen while I start to clean off my dried cum. I dunk my head in the bucket first getting my hair wet in an attempt to get the worst of the cum out. By the time Katka walks back with the empty bucket I give up on completely cleaning my hair: there is just too much of my gunk in it for a pail of water to clean. I do get the worst out. I switch to sponging off the caked on cum on my skin and while I bathe Katka and I have a conversation.
Katka: "Well that was wild!"
Me: "Yeah, I hope you got some good photos."
Katka: "Of course! Don't you worry about that. So how does it feel?"
Me: "Weird. But, good, I think. Going to the bathroom is pretty interesting now. The permanent mouthful of cum is going to take some getting used to though."
Katka: "It looked pretty intense from the outside. What's it like having a penis? Can I see it?"
Me: "I think it only comes out when I'm shit-cuming... and it's different. It's nice like having an orgasm, but more centred? Like my new ass-shaft becomes the centre of the world while it's erect and spewing...."
Katka: "Mmmmm... that sounds like it would be nice."
Me: "It is. I kind of hope I get a cock that isn't just for shit-cuming..."
Katka: "Ha! I'd be surprised if you somehow got through this without a dozen more cocks!"
Me: "Haha! Oh god! You're probably right!"
Katka: "You know, it's really brave what you're doing. I, uh, can't thank you enough for letting me take photos of this. It feels really important, and, well, it's really sexy to watch."
Me: "Oh? Am I tempting someone to change?"
Katka: "Oh, I wouldn't go that far Ms-eats-her-own-shit-cum, but well, it looks exciting."
Me: "Maybe you'll come around if I ever get a non-scat transformation."
Katka: "Maybe..."
Me: "Did you see Williard today or Prof Bluthe? I didn't see either of them."
Katka: "I definitely didn't see Prof Bluthe, I was looking for him since I had a few questions. Williard was here though; kind of near the back. He watched you change."
Me: "How did he look?"
Katka: "Thoughtful. Well, at least until you started rolling in and eating that come you shat... then he looked a bit disturbed and left. Is everything okay with you guys?"
Me: "I don't know..."
After that we eat our noodle boxes together and make small talk. Katka doesn't want to show me the photos since she’s worried about contaminating my performance and because she is in the “take a million photos and then be selective about she shows people” school of photography. I'd see them when everything was done. She assures me that she got some really sexy and spectacular shots that she just couldn't wait to show me.
Finishing my dinner box I feel my bladder swell uncomfortably. Making an apologetic look, I scramble over to my new bigger bucket and stand over it to pee. I gasped and cry out, I can't help myself, as my bladder clenches orgasmically and I begin to ejaculate out my cum pee. I grab my breasts and arch my back. Peeing feels wonderful.
Katka stares transfixed for a moment and then dives for her camera. I hear the mechanical snap of it's shutters as I cum and cum until my bladder is empty.
When I am done, a flushed Katka empties my new bucket for the night and wishes me a good night.
***
Day 1: Night
It's the middle of the night. I wake up suddenly sure I am being watched. I had been fast asleep, so maybe it was from a dream? I sit up in my cell and look through the windows of my cell. The square is well lit but empty.
Or is it?
Is that a man over in the distance watching me sleep?
Is it my imagination?
I think about calling campus security, but figure I am safe in my well built box.
My bladder is full though, so I drag myself to my bucket and enjoy another screaming pee-gasm before crawling back into my bed.
Who knew what tomorrow would bring?
***
To see Miranda on Day 1 go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14907060/
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Wow! The transformation is already excellent! I'm really eager to see how it continues.
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Very interesting first transformation. I can only imagine what comes next.
See my FurAffinity account, where most of my stuff is found: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thetransformationguru/
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Yeah! I really like this change too! This vial was conceived by Madmax011, and the dice declared it the first change.
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Really excited to see this sequence continue! Great so far!
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Day 2: Morning
I wake up bleary, mouth tasting of cum, to the sound of someone knocking on my cell wall. I roll over to glare at the obnoxious shithead and see Tandra smiling beatifically and brandishing my breakfast. I swallow as much of my cum drool as I can, groan, and untangle myself from my bed.
If Tandra is here already, I must have overslept. I guess transforming and having powerful orgasms whenever you use the bathroom really takes it out of you.
Speaking oh which, my bladder and bowels both feel full. I grin at Tandra, looks like she gets a demonstration of the new me right away. I feel my anus dick slide out of my ass and become erect as I make my way to my bucket.
I squat over the bucket and pant and moan as the familiar pleasure and spurting sensation of my bowel ejaculating rushes over my body. I fondle my breasts a bit and gasp, and see a shocked looking Tandra staring at me.
As then spurts of cum from my urethral trail off, I start to push on the shit-cum inside my colon. Except this time nothing happens. I bear down as hard as I can, and just see my ass-dick bob up and down a little. Why isn't this working?
A cramp rolls throw my full guts and tears are in my eyes.
A concerned Tandra rushes over and asks what's happening. I explain how this worked yesterday and Tandra suggests that maybe that time was special. Maybe normally I would have to stimulate my ass-cock to shit. That I’d need to masturbate my anus dick to empty my bowels.
I reach down and touch my butt dick, gasping at the sensation.
I wrap my hand around my phallus and begin to gently run it back and forth down the length of it.
I whimper, but don't stop.
I tighten my grip and begin to pump up and down my ass dick quicker. And quicker. And quicker!
I shudder and gasp.
I feel the pressure building, the pressure of the cum in my bowels, the pressure of the cum in my dick.
I screech and feel my ass-dick boil and erupt as I ejaculate the cum that has replaced my shit.
Tandra watches looking fascinated. Looking aroused.
As I squat over my bucket spewing cum from my ass through my pulsing cock, I realize just how attractive my friend Tandra is. Her generous lips, sculpted cheekbones, sweeping cape of dark hair are classically pretty while her body is gorgeous. As my gaze creeps down her elegant neck and to the swell of her breasts in her tight exercise outfit, nipples clearly visible on her heaving flesh, I realize that its not just me appreciating my pretty friend, but that I'm sexually attracted to her.
I cough on the phlegmy cum in my mouth.
I want to fuck my friend!
Finally my ass dick stops spewing, and I collapse to my knees breathless and flushed.
Tandra just quirks an eyebrow and asks if I'm still up for yoga.
I nod, but tell her I have to check myself out in the mirror first.
I wipe myself off and hurry over to the corner with the mirror and look at myself. With my ass dick retracted I look deceptively normal: it's like I haven't changed at all. Still the same brown haired young woman with a swimmers shoulders, modest breasts, slightly soft bottom, and normal looking vulva. I look completely like myself.
Except my mouth is full of cum and I shit and piss buckets of cum and I have a situational penis and want to fuck my friend with it.
I kind of love my new, old body.
But I can't stop now.
Tandra knocks on my cell window again reminding me she has a limited amount of time for our yoga session. I dig out my sleeping mat and join her for our session.
Tandra begins to lead us through our poses. I work on my breathing, finding it more difficult with my cummy mouth. It's challenging, but the more I work on it, the easier it gets.
Tandra switches to poses, and as she leads us into downward facing dog, I find myself staring at her toned ass in her tight, tight yoga pants. It's perfect contours, the way her thighs meet it, the sinuous flow of her back as she transitions into cobra. I feel myself getting wet at the view. Tandra pulls back, lifting herself into dog pose again, and this time I see it, the clear contours of her cameltoe pressing against her pants.
I almost fall over.
I want her.
I focus on my breathing instead of my aching cunt and somehow make it through the rest of our session without breaking down and masturbating.
Tandra hands me my breakfast. Blushing, tells me she loves my new way of pooping and rushes off on her day.
I fantasize about her and play with my cunt while I wait for the release of another piss-gasm or the arrival of my next vial.
***
Day Two: Afternoon
I spend the rest of the morning people watching the people watching me while I wait for Katka to bring me my pre-transformation meal.
Today there are a lot more people in the square come to see the freak girl in her box. Word must have gotten out about the events of yesterday. I smile, it's great when people care about your performance.
The makeup of the crowd is somewhat different today too. Yesterday it was mostly random students and alchemists come to study my change. So far today the crowd is more interesting and has more clear clustered sub groups.
There is still a large body of random students crossing the square and being drawn to the spectacle of me, which makes a kind of amorphous tide of people. There is also a rotating cluster of alchemists, here already, to observe and study, as well as a cluster of the transformation subculture at the school today: a lot of punky looking kids, some with minor changes displayed like tattoos, anchored by a few remarkable extreme forms. I see the engineers who built my cage, proudly examining their handiwork. I spot Elise and her cock, Kai, standing with a shy looking boy and I wave at them.
There is also another group I can't quite pin down. They are a tight packed preppy looking crowd wearing smart dresses and sharp coats and ties. It's hard to make out, but they seem kind of hostile, or at the very least disproving of me.
I feel my bladder swell inside me and I head over to my bucket. I release my bladder and get swept away in a rush of organic bliss as I spurt my wonderful cum into my bucket. Feeling sexy and knowing I have an audience, I choose to make the most of it: I cup my breasts, stroke my cunt, get cum all over my hands and thighs.
And I watch the crowd react.
The passing students look shocked, while the alchemists nod academically. The transformation fans whoop and applaud and catcall. The engineers lean together and consult, perhaps working on a solution to my waste problem. The preppy students, though, look horrified and angry.
And then they look resolved.
They reach into a box they brought and start distributing signs with slogans.
Slogans like: "humanity for all!"
Or: "default without fault!"
Or: "change is for the worse!"
Or: "two legs good, six foot penis tail bad!"
They were protestors!
Protestors here to demonstrate against me!
This was going to be awesome!
I spot Katka making her way across the square with my food. She notices the protestors, drops my lunch on the ground and whips up her camera, fiddles with her lens, and starts taking pictures of the protestors. She looks up at me for a second and we share a big grin.
You aren't doing performance art right if it isn't polarizing.
Katka keeps snapping photos until she is satisfied that she has caught the moment, picks up my lunch, and passes it to me through the window. It's sushi. I wonder how wasabi will taste when mixed with cum. Katka apologizes for making me eat alone and rushes off to get more photos of people in the square from different angles.
I eat my lunch, actually enjoying the salty flavour that my semen saliva imparts on the fish, watching the crowd shift and react to itself.
It isn't long until I spot the procession of alchemists in their formal attire approaching. Again Hendricks leads the pack carrying today's rack of transformation vials. I feel myself getting excited at the sight.
In the distance, Professor Lipple again climbs onto her picnic table, takes out her notebook and telescope to watch.
Hendricks solemnly passes me today’s vials through the pass through and smiles. I grin back and carefully deposit the vials on my small table. I retrieve the leftover vials from the previous day and entrust them back to Hendricks who accepts them with care and steps back to watch me select my vial.
I am slick between my legs and flushed.
I scoop up my dice, and give it a roll.
Impatient to see which vial I will be taking this time I put a lot less force into the roll so that it finishes rolling while still on my small table.
I moan as it stops, and rub my hand against my cunt.
The dice is showing purple.
Squeezing my thighs together I reach over to the rack of dcum vials and pick up the purple vial.
I carefully uncork it.
Bring it my lips.
And drain the vial in a single pass.
I drop the vial and rush over to the mirror, except this time I don't really feel any new sensations right away.
I look at Hendricks who shrugs, and the other alchemists who mostly nod encouragingly. Dr. Lipple in the distance makes a note in her book.
I walk back over to the wall near Hendricks, where I can still see the mirror, and slide down the window so that I'm sitting with my back on the plexiglass and my butt on the floor. If I have to wait for the fireworks, I might as well get comfortable and have someone to talk with.
I glance over my shoulder at Hendricks and invite him to sit and talk with me. He sits down with his back to the glass, facing away from me. I realise I can feel his body heat radiating through the wall between us.
Hendricks: "So how do you feel?"
Me: "Other than having a mouthful of cum, totally normal. Last time I felt pinpricks and tingles."
Hendricks: "Well, every potion is different. Just try to relax and pay attention to yourself. I'm sure you'll feel it when it starts."
Me: "Relax!? Do you have any idea how nerve wracking and arousing this all is!?"
Hendricks: "Ha! Well when you put it like that..."
Me: "Waiting is so hard!"
Hendricks: "It'll happen! Just give it some time!"
Me: "Okay... So. Which colour vials did you make?"
Hendricks: "Oh, I can't tell you that. It might make you biased and ruin the experiment. It's a secret!"
Me: "Poo! Alright. How about this then: why does Professor Lipple stay so far away to take her notes? It seems kind of cold..."
Hendricks: "Well, Dr. Lipple is very serious about professional detachment in alchemy and she is keeping a literal distance to emphasize that to us, her students."
Me: "That's a little extreme!"
Hendricks: "You have to understand just how rare it is for an alchemist of her standing to still be completely human. Between the temptation to transform and lab accidents so many prominent alchemists end up changing themselves pretty dramatically. Sometimes so much that they have to give up alchemy entirely. Doc Lipple is just really serious about making sure we see her discipline."
Me: "I didn't realise self inflicted changes were that big a deal in alchemy."
Hendricks: "Let's put it this way: alchemists tend to be curious individuals who have to feel pretty passionately about transformation to want to devote their lives to it."
Me: "Makes sense..."
Hendricks: "And we have access to all the reagents! Amy, one of the alchemiy honours students made herself into a herm using lab materials a few moths ago. Doc Lipple was so pissed! Took away her lab privileges for weeks!"
Me: "Are you tempted to change? Do you have any plans?"
Hendricks: "No, I don't think so... I think I'm more interested in helping others change than to transform myself. Although if you keep making it look so sexy I might have to change my mind!"
Me: "Shucks."
Hendricks: "Speaking of, feel anything yet?"
Me: "Actually yeah, I feel a little warm everywhere. And my ass is a little uncomfortable.... And oh!"
I feel it! Growing from my ass! I feel a small boney spur at the end of my tailbone! I'm growing something!!
I kneel, and lean forward and show it to Hendricks and realise I can wag it. He tells me that he thinks I'm growing a tail!
He also suggests that I look taller than before. I hold up my hand, and it's hard to tell, but maybe it looks bigger? The fingers might be longer too. I tell him I'm not sure.
He tells me we can find out.
He instructs me to sit against the glass with my back straight. He pulls a felt marker pen out if his formal lab coat pocket and draws a line on the outside of my cell. There is how tall I am now, and if we wait he can keep track of my growth.
So we sit there, back to back on the glass, and talk. I tell him about my passion for performance art and he talks to me about why he decided to pursue alchemy, pausing occasionally to make a marker line on the wall.
I gradually feel warmer, hot actually. I ask if I'm actually getting taller, and Hendricks tells me that it's a secret and it would ruin the experiment. I call him a scrotum face.
I do know my tail is growing. I stroke it with my hands and feel that it is at least a foot long now, and smooth. I flex its new muscles and warp it around my wrist. It's pretty sexy.
The heat inside me continues to build, and I feel like I might be stretching. I look at my hands again, and they certainly look bigger and longer. I stretch out my legs in front of me and they reach well into the room, much further than they should have. I tell Hendricks that I think I'm getting taller. Behind me, my substantially longer feeling tail makes a squealing sound as I rub it along the glass.
Hendricks makes another mark on the wall and tells me that since I am so impatient I can stand up and look. I turn around and spit a fat loogey of cum on the plexiglass wall in response. Hendricks just laughs.
I feel even hotter than before, this heat in me is burning me up!
Despite feeling like I am on fire, I look at the window of my cell and see the height marks Hendricks has made on the wall. They certainly make an upward progression. A pretty remarkable one, I had to have at least grown a third taller already. My pussy aches at the thought.
I stand up; blinking back stars at the head rush, and found myself towering over Hendricks. I had to be at least seven feet tall now. My tail lashed behind me and reminded me it was there.
The heat continued to build and build. Now I actually feel like I am on fire or in an oven. It's nearly painful in its intensity. I can actually feel my body and tail stretching as the suffusing heat ripples through me. I moan, and my lengthening tail swings under me to stroke my boiling cunt. I slip it into myself, horny and burning, and begin to fuck myself with my own tail, hands squeezing and stroking my breasts. The heat and my heartbeat unite, pounding and burning, and as I approach orgasm I feel like I am ablaze, a nuclear meltdown. I finally erupt in pleasure and feel heat explode off of me in a wave.
The burning heat is gone, which must mean the transformation is over.
I rush over to the mirror to see myself. Despite knowing the general shape of my change, I am still shocked when I see myself. For one thing, my skin has turned completely bright red! (I can't believe Hendricks didn't mention that! Although, the surprise was fun...) I am also gigantic! I stand at least eight feet tall, almost reaching the ceiling with my head! (Bless those engineers for putting in a high roof!) I am also much leaner and lither than before, with limbs and a torso that are long and sinewy. My breasts have grown, more than keeping pace with my expansion, making them look more like d cups, substantially bigger than before. And my tail! I have a tail! A long, sinewy tail that almost as long as my legs that extends out behind me. It is smooth and covered in human skin, resembling looking vaguely lizard like. I also seem to have pretty good control of it, I wrap it around my waist and stroke it's tip.
I look beautiful and powerful in a way that I didn't before. While my last change was secretive and weird, this one was obvious and elegant. It is like something someone would choose to have. If I could stop now I would leave my cell striking but normal enough to fit into society, but still with something weird and sexy and perverted.
But there is no stopping, no escape.
I feel my cunt warm at the prospect.
I realise that I am absolutely covered in sweat from the heat of my transformation and that I should probably clean myself off. I walk over to my wash bucket, a journey of far fewer steps now. Seeing that the bucket is full of cummy, scummy water, I bring it to Hendricks and request he bring me some nice cold water to wash myself with.
In moments he scurries back with a full bucket and a clean sponge. I gratefully accept it, set it down, and plunge my hands into the blessedly cold water. And gasp in surprise!
My hands, up to the wrist have turned blue!!
I now have bright red skin everywhere on my body but my hands which are a dark blue. They were red before!
Actually there is a band of purple right at the interface...
I think about it and realise that my skin didn't turn red until I the heat of the transformation made me feel like I was burning up. And my skin turned blue in the cold water.
I stick the top of my tail into the water and see it turn blue up to the point where I stuck it in.
I stuck my hands back into the bucket, leaving them there until they are numbed with cold and then rub them on my breast and belly and watch my skin there turn blue.
I think now have heat sensitive colour changing skin!
I rush back over to Hendricks and hand him another empty bucket, my former waste one, and send him off to fetch some hot water.
In the meantime, I hurry back to my cold water bucket and begin to paint the red parts of my body blue. I run my cold hands over my face making it blue to match my tits and stomach and, with my tail, I paint blue curlicues designs all over my back, legs, and arms. I dip my feet in the water giving my blue feet to match my hands. This is very fun!
Hendricks returns with a bucket of steaming hot water, and I begin to paint myself red on my blue sections using my tail. I paint my lips red, and give myself a raccoon mask around my eyes. I paint a contour map of rings on my breasts and now longer flatter stomach until I am a riot of blue and red designs.
Struck by inspiration I put the hot and cold bucket next to each other and begin to dip my tail to different depths. Starting with the hot, then the cold, then alternating hot and cold, all the while immersing less and less of my tail with each step. When it's done, I'm delighted to see I have given myself a lovely striped tail.
While this change is far from the sexiest I've had, it's maybe my favourite.
Hendricks knocks on the window, and politely excuses himself to go for a post transformation debriefing with his fellow alchemists.
I blow him a kiss and wave goodbye with my red and blue striped tail.
I sit in my beanbag chair and go looking for my book about dealing with transformation. I wonder how long my new body paint job will last.
I also wonder why Williard hasn't come to visit yet.
***
Day 2: Evening
It's evening now. Katka had stopped by to drop off some pizza for dinner before excusing herself. I could tell she was anxious to start sifting through the days photos. I waved her off and reminded her that I couldn't wait to see them. She told me I looked beautiful and rushed off.
My body paint job has started to fade a bit, but is still easily seen. Apparently without resetting with hot or cold water, my original skin colour eventually comes back. Although, I notice that areas of high body heat, are staying redder longer or, if they were painted blue, are taking on purple notes. So maybe my body temperature is enough to affect my skin a little.
I still haven't seen Williard. I'm starting to worry! I know he needed time to think about what I'm doing, but I expected to at least see him, talk to him, and at least advocate on my behalf! And because I am in this cell I can't really hunt him down and force a conversation!
I really wish he would come and talk to me...
And... Oop! I feel my bowels cramp suddenly. Looks like it's time for my evening shitcum!
I rush over to my bucket and savour the feeling of my anal cock sliding out of my ass. I spit some cum on my hands, reach down, and sigh at the feeling of my moist, semen covered hands on my dick. I start to pump up and down on my cock, feeling the pressure and pleasure building. With my other hand I fondle my tits, panting. I'm getting close!
And then, without really thinking about it, I plunge my tail into my aching wet cunt.
I gasped! With my tail, I could fill myself completely! Without breaking rhythm on my ass-dick, I begin to slide my tail in and out of myself, moaning at the penetration. As my ass-dick masturbation gets closer, I pick up speed, pistonning my tail in and out of myself faster and faster until my cunt spasms in orgasm. I cry out and fall to my knees and then cry out again as my anus-cock blows it's load and ejaculates a torrent of cum all over my back and legs.
Oblivious to my thick coating of cum, I slowly pulled my tail out of myself and roll onto my back. I am floating on a sea of bliss! I feel amazing! I can feel myself dozing off....
Angry knocking on my cell window brings me back to myself. Standing in a little formation outside my cell is a group of preppy looking young women wielding placards. The protestors have come to parlay.
Languidly, I put my arms below and behind me, and prop myself up. I can feel that my hair is clumpy and sticky with the puddle of semen that I have been lying in. I smile at them.
Me: "Hello ladies, I'm afraid you just missed the action."
One of the girls, in a smart blouse, sweater, and pleated skirt who had the most adorable halo of blonde ringlets steps forward. Despite her snooty, pinched expression, she is kind of hot. I idly wonder what she would looks like naked.
Snootsy: "Oh. We saw. You're disgusting!"
I lay back on the floor, move my arms legs and tail like I am making a snow angel in my anal-semen puddle.
Me: "Mmmm. I'm fan-tast-ic."
Snootsy: "How can you do this to yourself? You're making yourself into a vile sex-animal! And doing it in a public spectacle! This is a college not a circus!"
Me: "This is Body Art: an extreme performance art installation made to cause confrontation and engender dialogue and thought. Exactly the kind of thing that should happen on college campuses."
I point my cunt at the women, and use my cum-soaked tail to stroke my labia.
Me: "Besides, it feels amazing! You know... I have some extra vials in here if you want to get... freaky."
Snootsy: " As if. You filthy freak! You should go.... go... go choke on your cum and die!"
I stand up to my full height, looming over the protestors. I really am tall now! I glower at them, trying to look intimidating. Semen on my back and tail slowly runs down my back and drips onto the floor.
Me: "Look, prude, that's not appreciated. And you really shouldn't pick fights with giant girls who have alchemists friends. So run along now!"
Snootsy: "You don't scare us! We'll be back Sex-Freak!"
The self important rabble shuffle off, hurling the odd insult, going back to the dormitory side of campus and leaving me to my isolation in my cell.
I flop down into my cum puddle, draw my legs up to my chest, and try not be upset. These cunts aren't worth it.
***
Day 2: Night
I wake up again sometime in the middle of the night again. My bladder feels painfully full, I think I need to pee-gasm more often since the change. I pull myself out of my sleeping nest, pleased at how the parts of me that were covered by the blanket are slightly red, while the skin exposed to the night air is slightly blue. This colour changing skin is pretty cool.
And then I see him standing there watching me.
Professor Bluthe, alone in the square, just standing there at a distance watching, an obvious erection tenting his trousers.
I call out to him, but he shakes his head and makes a shushing gesture with his hand.
And oof! My bladder reminds me that it needs attention. I scramble over to my bucket, and feeling a burst of orgasmic bliss, ejaculate my pee-cum into the bucket. Despite knowing I have an audience, I can't help myself, and as I keep spurting out semen, I fondle my tits and rub my clit with my tail. It goes on and on, my transformed bladder must have been really full, and when I finally stop cumming, Prof Bluthe is gone.
What the hell is going on with him?
***
To see Miranda on day 2 go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14967484/
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Day 3: Morning
I wake up early this morning. Despite the upsetting appearance of Prof Bluthe in the middle of the night, I managed to fall right back asleep. I guess protracted ejaculation does that.
Speaking of which! I hasten to my improvised toilet and have another long, mind shattering ejaculation session to empty my morning bladder. I could get used to this!
Since Tandra isn't here yet, I decide that I should start my day by painting myself since my designs from the previous day faded overnight. The bucket of wash water is chilly from sitting in my cell all night and so I give myself a brisk sponge bath. Beyond freshening me up, I've got to stop wallowing in my cum, it gives my skin a nice pale blue shade that will make a nice basecoat for when I can get some hot water.
Skin tone achieved I amble over to the mirror and take stock of myself. Finally I look different:
- I have pale blue skin all over my body from my cool bath. It makes the pink of my nipples and pussy stand out nicely. It's only temporary, and I plan to add some sort of red design to myself later.
- I am now eight feet tall, with a lithe lean build like an acrobat or dancer, a look that my still wide swimmers shoulders help emphasize.
- My face is still largely the same, although a little longer and leaner since my expansion. I still have my brown hair, although it is grungy and clumpy and tangled from all of the cum I've been wallowing in. I can only do so much to clean it without shampoo and a shower.
- I have a tail! A long sinuous new limb as long as my legs, that I can curl and coil with my mind. It has smooth human flesh, but still makes me look kind of lizardy. I can use it for naughty purposes.
- My original genitals still look the same. I still have my pussy and tits, although those have expanded to keep up with my larger body.
- You can't see it but I've also had a bunch of internal changes. My saliva is cum and I now ejaculate semen from my urethra instead of pee and have an internal anal dick that I have to masturbate to shit. I now pee and poo cum.
I am very pleased with my current body. If I could stop now, I could go back to my old life easily, but with a few fun twists.
But I am only 2/7ths done my project.
I see Tandra making her way over for our morning yoga session and breakfast. I wave happily!
Tandra pauses and looks at me with admiration, and maybe something else.
Tandra: "You're big. And blue."
Me: "Yep! And not just blue! You need to get me some hot water."
I hand Tandra my hot water bucket and send her off to fetch me some. Meanwhile I push everything in my cell over to one side making a clear space.
I accept the bucket of water, fill a drinking cup with the steaming liquid, and head over to my clear space. I throw it in the air and let the water randomly splash down over me as hot droplets.
When my splatter painting is done, I am covered in a constellation of red spots and speckles. I'm like living modern art.
Tandra: "Wow! That's wonderful!"
Me: "I know!"
We chat about my new form as we eat our breakfast. I fill her in about the protestors, Hendricks, and my weird encounter with Prof Bluthe in the middle of the night. She fills me in about her transformed burlesque community project and about how much she likes the Serpent and Hood bar.
She also tells me that she's been spending a lot of time with a waitress there named Emma. I accuse her of having a crush and she blushes. It's adorable.
Our meals finished, it's time for yoga.
Tandra as usual leads me through the posses. As I transition between stances, I find that I am better at yoga. My new form seems to be stronger and more flexible than before. We do cobra, and I push myself, leaning further back so that my head is almost touching my butt. We do wheel pose, and it feels natural. Tandra goes into standing wide-legged forward bend pose, one that was beyond my limits, and I can do it. I effortlessly go into Camel Pose, and Lotus in Headstand, Lord of The Dance Pose, and the advanced version of wide-angle seated forward pose. I am apparently not only a colour changing tailed giant, but a contortionist too!
As we do our posses, and the novelty of being extra bendy begins to wear off I begin to notice Tandra again. The toned swell of her body, the taut curves of her ass, the confined swell of her breasts in her athletic top, the mound of her cunt in her tight pants. I feel myself getting wet just looking at her. I try to focus on my breathing and doing the poses correctly, but oh god, Tandra. My thighs are slick with myself, and I'm flushed, and suddenly I'm being penetrated by my tail. I would stop, but I can't, and so I fuck myself with my tail while watching my beautiful friend bend fetchingly through her yoga repertoire.
I moan, and she turns and looks, surprise flashing on her face. I blush but don't stop.
I feel myself getting close, cresting with pleasure. As I feel my vaginal orgasm about to wash over me, I release my bladder, wetting myself and adding the wonderful feeling of my pee-ejaculation to the mix. I scream as I orgasm while ejaculating, and collapse into the still growing pool of my warm spunk.
I realise what I've done, and glance up apologetically at Tandra.
She has a strange, unreadable look on her face: thin lipped and intense, but with a flushed look. She looks like she might be angry.
I begin to apologise, but she cuts me off, and tells me that she has to go but that she'll be back the next morning.
From my vantage point, lying in a puddle of my sperm, tail still embedded in my nethers, I watch the shrug of her ass as she marches off to her day.
I think this transformation thing is affecting my head.
***
Day 3: afternoon
As morning turns to noon the square begins to fill up again. The enthusiasts are back, dressed more garishly and outrageously than the day before. The alchemists have returned, as have many of the engineers from the day before. There are also just more random students and people hanging around watching. There is even a student band, come to take advantage of the crowds and maybe sell a couple CDs. The entire thing has taken on a bit of a carnival feel.
True to their word the protestors are back in their business casual and with their placards. I spot Snooty in the front, pointedly scowling at me at range. I wave merrily in return and blow her a kiss.
Katka drops by to deliver my lunch of a cold cut submarine sandwich and bag of chips. She takes my hands through the pass through and tells me I look beautiful and smell like the star of the worlds biggest gang bang. Then she's off to start documenting the day, camera up, lens making her look like a cyborg cyclops.
I sit down and eat my lunch, noticing how bland the sandwich is. I can barely taste the food over my cummy saliva. I suspect that hot sauce is going to be a staple of my culinary needs going forward.
Assuming of course that I still have a mouth by the time this is all over...
I hear a knock on my window and look up to see Elise and her cock, Kai. With them is the shy boy from the day before who is holding hands with Kai. I drag my bean bag chair over to them and sit facing the wall so we can talk. Kai the cock introduced the shy boy as Fraser and happily declared that he was her boyfriend and that he had some questions for me.
Fraser: "H-hi."
Me: "You are surprisingly shy for someone in a relationship with a girl’s penis."
Fraser (blushing): "Well, she was still a girl when I fell in love with her..."
Me: "Ohhhhh..."
Fraser: "Yeah, it's.... been an adjustment."
Me: "So what's it like dating someone else's penis?"
Fraser: "It's complicated?"
Kai: "Shut up! You love it!"
Elise: [Laughing]
Fraser: "Well, our sex life is certainly more interesting..."
Me: "I can imagine."
Elise: [Still laughing]
Kai: "Fraser, just ask Miranda what you came here to ask. She doesn't have all day."
Fraser: "What's it like?"
Me: "What's what like?"
Fraser: "Transforming..."
Me: "Huh. Well it's certainly different and weird and sexy and... You know what, I'll show you."
I could feel my bowels cramping as they started to beg for release. I grabbed my bucket dragged it over to the window, turned so my ass was pointed towards Fraser and Elise and her cock. I sighed as my ass-cock slide out of my anus. I stroked my moistening cunt to get my hands slick (the cum from my mouth is a bit too tacky) grasp my dick and slowly begin to stroke it. I gradually build up speed, and snake my tail into my cunt, panting and gasping at the feelings. I whimper trough a vaginal orgasm and squeal as my ass-cock erupts and erupts and erupts and erupts until my colon is empty of semen.
Flushed I glance over my shoulder at the aroused faces of Elise and Kai, who looked a bit stiff and precum drooly, and the surprised and thoughtful face of Fraser.
Me: "That. That is what it's like."
Our conversation was broken by a fanfare as the opportunistic band in the square announced the arrival of the honours alchemists and my vials. The alchemists already in the square created a path and procession of vial-bearers made their way through. In the distance Dr. Lipple recommenced her distant observation.
Hendricks brought the vials to the window wished me a good afternoon and touched my hand before handing me the vials.
I felt my heart flutter. Those touches from Katka and Hendricks meant the world to me. Being locked in a box, cut off from other people was affecting me. I smiled back at him with more emotion and flirtation than I meant to.
I accepted the vials, set them down on the table, and returned the unused vials from the day before to Hendricks.
I picked up my dice.
I shook it in my hand, getting it warm, and then rolled it across my table, bouncing and skipping, until it came to rest.
It showed purple again.
I picked up the purple vial, uncorked it, and swallowed its syrupy contents.
Immediately I felt an intense itching sensation on my smooth pubic mound. I scratched it, and it hurt, so I resisted, squirming on my feet.
The feeling felt intensely localized, not spreading elsewhere on my body or affecting my vagina. It was intensely uncomfortable!
I started to pace to keep myself busy to stop trying to scratch.
As time crawled by, I became aware that my pubic mound was more of a hill and that it was swelling. I touched it, which hurt but also felt kind of exciting, and it felt smooth and rubbery. I tugged a little and the skin stretched easily. When I released it, it snapped back into position like elastic.
I kept pacing, back and forth, desperate for the itching to stop. I became aware that swelling growth on my crotch was starting to bounce with every step, a kind of wiggling rubbery mass attached to my body. I bounced on my feet and watched it flap around.
Suddenly four pinpricks of pain shot through my growth and I watched as four small bumps appeared on it, looking a bit like tiny nipples. Maybe I was growing an udder? What did an udder feel like?
The awful itching feeling continued, and now the growth, maybe-udder, was the size of a melon with four pregnancy-large nipples. Despite the discomfort, I grabbed and fondled my new body part and gasped when I felt two apple sized, heavy spheres inside it. I slid them around, moaning at the sensation. They felt like testicles. I was growing balls! Rubbery balls with teats!
The itching sensation stopped, and I was able to rub, tug, snap, and swing my new balls, savouring the alien and pleasurable feelings.
A new sensation emerged, an intense pinching feeling centre on a patch of skin above my new bouncey balls. I hissed at the intensity of it.
I touched the spot and felt a bump rapidly emerging from my flesh. It grew into a tube, swelling longer and longer and it was a penis! My penis!
My new cock is large, but human. For an instant after it finishes growing, it is flaccid in my grasp. A meaty, warm, 6 inches of floppy dickflesh wrapped in foreskin.
I feel my cunt spasm and moisten and tighten with arousal and simultaneously blood rush into my cock.
The dick grows in my hands, growing hot as it becomes erect. My heart pounds in my head as my dick swings to its full 13 inch length, aching hard and vibrating with my pulse. I notice that the heat of the blood in it has changed the skin of my cock a bright red.
I also notice that my rubbery balls have swollen dramatically, and continue to grow before my eyes. They now fill my lap, a taught globe of flesh the size of a soccer ball, with four thumb sized teats projecting out of them. I can feel the pressure building with an ache, a need, I feel in my bones.
I reach down with both hands and pump them along the shaft of my steely cock, with an urgency that borders on desperation. I jam my tail into my cunt, desperate for more sensation. And and and and it doesn't take long. My new cock explodes with surprising pressure, absolutely spraying the nearest glass wall of my cell with a torrent of cum.
It only lasts an instant, but I manage to spew more than a gallon of cum.
I stand there, flushed and panting, delirious with the high of a mind-blowing orgasm.
I realize that my rubbery balls have shrunk dramatically, now only the size of apricots. It seems that my balls grow dramatically as they fill with cum and shrink right down after it comes rushing out of me. I wonder how large I can make them...
A knocking on my window brings me back to myself and I see, through the splatter pattern of cum, Fraser, Kai, and Elise. They ask me to meet them at the pass through window. I stumble over and Fraser, an intense, serious look on his face, asks if he can have some of my leftover vials.
I am stunned! When I came into this, I never expected to drive other people's changes. Can I do this? Is it right?
I ask if he is sure, and he, holding hands with Kai, the cock he is dating, nods.
I ask him how many vials he wants, he looks uncertain, Kai blurts three. He agrees.
I ask them all to pick a colour.
Kai: "Orange!"
Elise: "Blue."
Fraser: [glancing at Kai's hair] "Green."
I lift three vials and hand them to Elise and Kai. I ask Fraser when he last ate, he said that he was so nervous that he skipped lunch. I tell him that he should expect the changes to affect him rapidly then. Kai beams.
Kai: "Good!"
I also remind Fraser that he really needs to take off his clothes. Blushing Fraser strips revealing his body. He is a thin boy, with side parted dark hair, spectacles, and a lean and surprisingly muscular body for how weedy he looks dressed. His cock is circumcised and slightly larger than average. I could see why Elise's cock Kai is attracted to him and feel myself warming in anticipation of the change.
They uncork the vials and, one after the other, he rapidly drinks each vial.
And then he gasps.
The first thing we see are his feet stretching, growing longer than what would fit in a pair of shoes. His toes merge leaving him with two larger sausage sized toes. He begins to stand on these new toes as his elongated feet reshape themselves so that he can only stand on the balls of his feet. Fraser grunts as his legs reshape themselves into a digitigrade format that radically changes his posture.
Next he reaches up to feel his face as his ears stretch from the side of his head become long, pointed and batlike and project from the side of his head. The triangles of then are each about the size of the rest of his face. These swivel slightly, tracking sounds.
Fraser moans as the next change hits him. His nose changes shape, becoming round and bulbous with a single opening. It turns pink and swells, obviously becoming a penis glans. Fraser grunts and the new cock stretches from his face, erect bobbing, until it is the same size as the turgid dick between his legs. He cries out as both his cocks erupt in strands of white spunk.
And for a moment, nothing happens.
Fraser pants, trying to grow accustomed to this first new form. Kai watches, precum drool oozing out of her facial dick slit while Elise stroked her torso with one hand and fondles one of her breasts with the other. I feel my own arousal, tail stroking my slick, swelling cunt while my balls begin to expand as cum production apparently increases with my arousal.
Fraser gasps as the next vial he swallowed begins to take effect.
His head bulges as two growths emerge from the top of his head, lengthening and tapering until he has grown a new pair of ears from the top of his head. These new ears look much like his other pair, but are much more slender and long, projecting two feet from his scalp. They too begin to move and track sound like his first pair.
Next Fraser's eyes become golden, and vaguely inhuman. His hair turns grey and his body hair thickens and also becomes silver. The glans of his nose-cock swells dramatically, absorbing his shaft and merging with his cheeks and mouth giving him a cock glans muzzle much like Kai's. Stunned, Fraser strokes his new cock face, eyes lidded with pleasure. A small, grey furred tuft of a tail emerges from his tailbone.
Fraser yelps and clutches his chest as his chest swells with a pair of d cup breasts capped with pointy, upturned nipples. As the growth ends, and the breasts settle on his chest, a second pair swell on his chest below the first pair, growing a matching pair of nipples and expanding until they are a respectable c cup. A ripple of feminisation travels across his body causing his hips to swell slightly and his thighs soften leaving him looking, aside from his new tits and sizeable cocks, decidedly androgynous.
Fraser whimpers and pants, unsteady on his feet, caught in another pause between vials. At this point Fraser looks like a shemale werewolf with an extra pair of ears and a cock muzzle. Precum oozes from his muzzle cock and his original dick is hard again.
It appears that Kai and Elise like his new look. Kai looks feverish and rigid and is grasping her tits while Elise is hugging her cock against her massive testicle-tits and is stroking Kai furiously.
I moan and notice that I'm stroking my own cock and that my tail has once again slipped inside my vagina. I also notice that my balls have swollen again and hang down to my knees. Watching Fraser change is deeply arousing!
A constellation of bumps appear all over Fraser's body announcing that the final vial has kicked in. At first the new bumps look a little like pimples, but as they swell and grow areola it becomes obvious that Fraser is growing nipples all over most his body. His face, breasts, stomach, crotch, and inner thighs remain bare, but the rest of his body soon is covered in nipples arranged like a patchwork of scales. All of his new fingertip sized nipples harden with arousal.
Fraser gasps, and ejaculates from his face cock in a great gush of cum, as his next change begins. His original four nipples suddenly swell, projecting from his body into mighty teats. For a moment I think his breast nipples might be turning into cocks, they are as thick and long as an average mans dick and have a clear opene at their tips, but they are clearly just massive pink nipples. Fraser grasps them and pulls, and they stretch considerably in length before snapping back into shape when he releases them. He gasps.
He reaches out with both hands and grasps one of his elongated nipples, pinches, and stretches his nipple so that the opening at its tip looms wider. He shoves a finger into the opening, and cries out in pleasure as he releases his nipple and it snaps tautly around his finger. He whimpers and grunts as he tugs his nipple clad finger trying to free it. He pulls dramatically on it, massively stretching his nipple, until with snap that makes him scream a little, his finger pops free of his nipple.
Fraser notices that Kai and Elise are in the throws of passion and scrambles over to them. He embraces the women, rubbing his tits and nipples against Kai the cock. Kai reaches out with her hands starts to jerk off Fraser's cock while Fraser presses his cock muzzle against Kai's in a kiss. The cock and the cock-faced makeout as dicks are fondled until, almost simultaneously, the three cum together in a massive fountaining of semen.
I will never forget the image of Kai and Fraser, pressed cock-muzzle to cock-muzzle as they spray each other in the face with semen, looks of love on either face.
In my cell I orgasm and erupt in a firehouse spray of cum through my own dick, my massively swollen balls shrinking rapidly as they empty.
Outside me cell the lovers talk.
Fraser: "I love you Kai."
Kai: "I love you too! You look so beautiful and sexy now!"
Fraser: "Do I? I feel like I might be kind of weird."
Elise: "Fraser, baby, even I think you look sexy now. I might even have to try and steal you away from my cock!"
Kai: "Hey! Don't steal my man! That's no way to treat your dick!"
Fraser: "Ha! You know I can always try dating both of you... I mean, you two do go together everywhere anyway and this way Elise doesn't always have to be the awkward third wheel..."
Kai [mock dramatically]: "I guess the idea has merit. But I may need some convincing."
Elise: "Well then we shall have to go behind closed doors and begin negotiations!"
Kai: "And then of course consummate the deal."
Elise: "Of course!"
As the conjoined pair starts their four-legged walk away Fraser turns to me and thanks me before scrambling after his lovers.
In my cell I feel deeply jealous.
I wonder where Williard is.
I want him.
***
Day 3: Evening
I start the evening by trying to clean myself off and my cage up a little. Doing body art in a windowed box only really works if it stays transparent and I have managed to get a lot of semen on my windows. Unfortunately there is only so much I can do with a bucket and a sponge. On the bright side I do manage to distract myself from my loneliness and relationship worries for a while.
I eventually collapse onto my beanbag chair tired and a little emotionally exhausted and still skanky as hell. I find myself fantasizing about a bath and masturbating in a bath....
I reach down to my cock and swelling balls and begin to gently stroke myself.
"Ugh, stop that!"
I look up and there is Williard standing outside my cell holding a bag containing my supper. My heart swells and I feel myself tearing up; he finally is here!
I jump to my feet and rush over to the window, my erect cock and soccerball sized testicle udder bobbing in front of me. I'm so happy and excited!
The look on his face stops me short. Williard looks cool and not at all happy to see me.
Me: "You brought me my dinner."
Williard: "Actually I bumped into Katka bringing you your dinner. I offered to bring it to you for her."
Me: "Still! You came! I've really missed you here!"
Will: "I only came because we need to talk."
My heart hammers in my chest, my chest aches, and it is hard to breathe.
Me: "About what?"
Will: "About us. About this. About what you're doing, what you've already done to yourself."
Me: "What do you mean!?"
Tears swell in my eyes and I begin to cry. I know what is coming.
Will: "Look at you! You're a colour changing giant with gigantic cock and ludicrous testicles! You piss and shit more cum than I make in a month. And the way you behave: I've seen you masturbate to your friends and roll around in your own filthy semen. You’re still half covered in it! You've changed. And not in a way I like."
Me: "Wh-what are you saying? Are you calling me a monster?"
Will: "Maybe I am? Maybe you are. And I don't want to be with a sex monster. I fell in love with the girl, the woman you are not whatever you are becoming."
Tears streak down my cheeks getting into my mouth. I can't tell if they are salty, since all I can taste is cum.
Me: "Williard..."
Will: "I'm sorry, but I can't do this. This, this thing we have is over."
Williard places my bag of food on the ground, turns and quickly walks away from me. I want step to go after him, and my massive ball-udder mashes painfully into my cell wall. I whimper.
I feel my guts cramp. I have to shit-ejaculate. I really don't want to right now. I can't do it right now. The pain intensifies, and I feel my ass dick slide out of my butthole. I don't have a choice: this is what I am. I head to my bucket.
Tears streaking down my face I reach below myself and grasp my penis. I pump it quickly and mechanically, eager to get this over with. My haste works against me, as my lack of arousal extends the process. Eventually though I feel myself swell inside and burst, great ropes of cum spewing from my ass dick.
The feeling of orgasmic bliss wages over me. I feel my balls swell at the arousing sensation. I moan. Maybe I am a filthy sex monster?
I let my bladder relax and feel the hot semen of my piss spurt down my legs and cover my feet. This is what I am now.
I slide down to the floor, sitting in my puddle of cum, draw my legs up to my chest, the taut heat of my testicles filling the space between, and cry. Maybe this has all been a mistake. Maybe I deserve this.
***
Day 3: Night
Hungry and sad, I sit up long into the night feeling sorry for myself.
I haven't bothered to clean myself up, so my eyes are still puffy from my crying jags and my skin is caked with cum. My slowly fading skin colouration is mostly just a series of angry red blotches, evidence of the various hot fluids I've spattered on myself. My balls have continued to swell, a massive sphere hanging off of me like a cows udder with teats the size of my forearm. I find myself repulsed by it, but also comforted by its squishy warmth.
I spend my time reminiscing about Williard and the time we've shared together; the silly little plays we'd written, the private poetry recitals, the fucking. I thought about our plans for after graduation, of making a travelling two person show of songs and poetry and theatre. Williard seemed like such a perfect fit: talented, smart, and passionate. I almost started weeping again for losing him.
But I'm a sex monster now.
The more I think about it, the more I think I like it.
I feel so right, like this is who, this is what I've always meant to be. And if Williard can't deal with it, maybe it's better that we ended things.
But it still hurts so much.
Suddenly I see motion out of the corner of my eye. Startled, I turn and see Professor Bluthe standing naked in the middle of the square. I wrestle my bulging testicle udder around me and roll into a kneeling position facing him. He sees me watching and comes closer, but still too far away for us to talk.
He looks at me appraisingly, and reaches down and grabs his erect cock. He begins to slowly stroke it, staring at me.
My project advisor is masturbating to me.
I'm shocked! And offended! How dare he do this to me!
But then I remember I'm a sex monster now, a freak in a cage. And professor Bluthe is just doing what people do when they see a sexy beast.
I also realize that I am not doing a very good job being a sexy freak. I should really be putting on a show.
I hug my now torso sized smooth, udder-like scrotum to my torso and caress it while making eye contact with prof Bluthe. I slowly lick one of my forearm sized ball-teats and then pop it in my mouth. I suck on it, bobbing my head like it is a cock. I yelp a little when I feel a spurt of something creamy come out of the teat. Am I lactating from my balls?
Something to investigate later I decide.
With some difficulty I stand up, and encumbered as I am with my balls, I try to twirl gracefully and show off my body to Bluthe.
He groans loud enough I can hear him and I see him speed up his pumping. He steps a little closer.
I turn my back to prof Bluthe and spread my legs like the good sex beast I am. I lift my tail up and out, showing off my lean ass and scoop up my ball udder. And then, I let my bladder go, grunting in pleasure, as I ejaculate my piss-semen all over my feet and legs again like the filthy sex monster I am.
Bluthe comes even closer, and I can hear him pant and moan as he furiously pumps his cock.
I find myself getting more aroused, my dick rigid, my balls swelling so that they nearly touch the ground. I long to play with my own cock, but my balls are in the way.
Instead I drop to all fours, my balls resting in my cum puddle, and show Bluthe my pussy and then fuck myself with my tail, rapidly and aggressively. It doesn't take long until I cry out in orgasm.
As if on cue I hear Prof Bluthe grunt, and turn to see him cumming, his semen splattering on my windows.
I roll onto my back and look at him, eyebrows cocked. He blushes and runs off into the night.
I just laugh and reach for my blanket, wrapping it around myself. I curl into a ball, right there in my cum puddle, cuddled around my body sized warm balls, and try to fall asleep. For the moment at least I am a content big sex freak.
****
To see Miranda's form on Day 3 go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15016917/
To see Fraser's new form go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15016953/
To read Elise and Kai's story go here (Chap 2): http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/forum … php?id=497
To see Elise and Kai's form go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14335297/
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Body Art
Day 4: Morning.
I wake up sticky and bleary eyed. I'm cuddled up to something giant and hot and rubbery. I snuggle closer to it, and feel something press up against my balls. I wake up a little more and realise that I’m cuddling my scrotum and that it has swelled during the night so that it is bigger than the rest of my body.
I try to move, but find that the weight of the organ traps me.
My bladder is full and aches with urgency. Since I don't really care I relax it and enjoy the orgasmic feeling of cumming all over myself. My hot spunk dying my skin red wherever it touches.
I sigh contentedly. Being a sex monster isn't so bad.
I'm still trapped by my balls though, which is a problem I'll have to solve. Remembering how ejaculating makes them shrink I decide a masturbating session is in order. My cock stiffens at the thought of the tidal wave of semen that must be in my testicle-udder.
Except... I can't reach it.
My balls are so big that my aching, rock hard dick is swallowed by their flesh.
I can reach one of my now leg sized ball teats.
I remember how the night before some sort of creamy fluid came out of my ball-teat when I sucked it. Maybe I can milk my balls like a cows udder and shrink it to a more manageable size, or at least until I can reach my cock.
I wrap both my hands around my giant teat, and pump them up along its length. I'm rewarded with a thick spatter of cum, enough to fill a shot glass. I moan, feeling my cunt moisten at the sensation. I pump my hands again and again, moaning, and spewing cum all over myself.
But for all of the pleasure and splatter, it's only a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean of semen in my balls. I pause of a moment, and feel my scrotum swell a bit from my arousal. This was going to take a while and be a race against myself.
Laboriously, I roll onto my back, legs split, the massive weight of my huge ball udder pressing down on top of me. I set to work, pumping my teat, cum pouring out with every stroke. I gasp and moan and writhe, orgasming at the feeling. I worm my tail under my udder and stab it inside me, fucking myself as I go.
My balls begin to shrink, and I can just reach a second teat. I wrap a hand around both teats in reach and pump, increasing the flow of cum out of me and doubling my pleasure. I cry out and orgasm again.
My balls shrink even more. Now I can actually wrap the fingers of my hands all the way around the two teats increasing the efficiency of my milking. Soon, using my new contortionists flexibility I can reach a third teat. I pop the first teat in my mouth, I can barely fit my lips around it, and begin to suck the thick creamy cum into my mouth. With my hands I work the other teats. It's electric! I'm in bliss! Orgasm chases orgasm as I suck and stroke and tail-fuck.
Until finally my dick is free, my balls have shrunk enough that I can masturbate.
"I see you've embraced your inner beast."
I look over and see Tandra sitting on her yoga mat, naked except for a leather dog collar, watching me. Her pale skin, toned limbs and torso, perfect breasts, round ass, and cunt all bare to the world. Her chest is heaving. Her hand is gently stroking her labia.
"Dont stop. I was enjoying the show."
I'm too stunned to speak, I just stare at her guiltily.
"Mmm. Maybe you need some inspiration..."
Smoothly Tandra raises to her feet, turns her back to me and spreads her legs. She does downward facing dog, her slick, glistening cunt winking at my obscenely from between her perfect ass cheeks. She slides into cobra, then bends backwards, grabs her ankles and goes into big-toe-bow-pose, again taunting me with her slick cunt. She rolls into tip-toe-bound-wheel pose, and then into little thunderbolt pose, then does an unsupported shoulderstand, and rubs her thighs together moaning.
I grasp my erect cock before I lose it in my expanding balls udder.
"Go ahead. We're both beasts here. Give into your nature."
I can't stand it anymore, I begin to stroke myself, staring at my beautiful, apparently kinky friend.
She smiles massively and leers when she sees me start to masturbate.
Tandra slides, so that her shoulders are on the ground, and then drapes her legs over her body in plow pose. She spreads her legs, showing me her cunt again, and tilts her head back to stare at me. She smiles.
"Tell me that you're a sex beast. Tell me."
"I...."
"Tell me!"
"I-I'm a sex beast!"
"Mmmm"
Tandra reaches up with one of her arms and starts to stroke her cunt while staring at me while I furiously stroke my rock hard cock.
"Tell me I am just a filthy sex beast!"
"Yo-you're a just. A filthy. Sex beast!"
"Oh god! Yes!"
Tandra's face clouds over in pleasure, and she writhes as she orgasms. She closes her eyes and pants a few breathes before resuming stroking her slick cunt.
"Now cum for me, you filthy beast! Cum for me! Cum for me! Cum for me! Mmmm god!"
Tandra tenses again as she orgasms again.
This time I can't hold it, and a I finally cum with the force of a firehouse, my giant ball udder releasing all of its pent up semen in one giant flood of cum that erupts from me like a geyser and, since I'm still lying on my back, drenches me in my own hot sticky fluids.
I lay there panting, my skin covered in cum and turning red, a float on a sea of physical elation.
I eventually notice that Tandra is standing and sliding a robe around her body, her leather dog collar still visible.
"Mmmm, that was lovely dear. Until tomorrow!"
And without waiting for another word she skips off into the world leaving me filthy and trapped in my cage.
A sex monster.
***
Day 4: Afternoon
I eventually decide to peel myself off the floor and perform my morning examination. I make my way over to the mirror and look at myself.
- My face is still largely my own. I still have my eyes and mouth and nose. My hair is brown, but filthy with clumps of cum. I really ought to hack it all off when this is all over. If I still have it.
- I am eight feet tall, lean, and flexible. My skin is bright red and mottled, changed by the heat of the cum that covers me from nearly head to toe.
- I have a long, sinuous tail that seems to have a bit of a mind of its own. I am constantly fucking myself with it.
- My insides have rewired themselves so that I ejaculate cum instead of pissing or shitting. When I pee I ejaculate out of the urethra in my vagina and when I shit, a cock grows out of my anus and I must masturbate it to empty my bladder. My mouth also makes cum instead of salvia.
-I still have my original vagina, but I have also grown a large cock and a bizarre testicle udder. It is rubbery and smooth and expands massively when I am horny or when I go too long between ejaculating. When I orgasm with my cock, the balls rapidly empty no matter how full they are. My balls also have nipples that become monstrous teats when my balls expand. I can milk these teats to empty my balls of cum.
I am finally starting to look like a sex monster.
And I still have four more changes to go.
I am so aroused.
I take a look around the square and see the usual mix of spectators: enthusiasts, alchemists, protestors, and passersby fill the square.
I also spot Hendricks wearing civilian clothes carrying a big takeout bag and heading towards my cage. It seems that he is on food duty today. I smile and wave. My stomach grumbles since Katka never gave me breakfast.
Hendricks heads to the pass through window and hands me my food. I pull it open, see it is sushi and begin to stuff the raw fish into my hungry mouth with my hands. Hendricks gives me a look.
Hendricks: "Is everything okay?"
Me: "Mmmf?"
Hendricks: "You're eating your food like an animal."
Me: "It's because I am one! I'm jut a filthy sex monster freak in a cage!"
Hendricks: "Why would you say that?"
Me: "Look at me! I'm an eight foot tall cum shitting freak with monstrous balls! One of my best friend just seduced me because she thinks it's sexy how much of a freak I am! Last night I put on a show for a man who was masturbating over me. And and and and and..."
Hendricks: "and what?"
Me: "And my boyfriend broke up with me because I was too much of a filthy freak for him!"
Hendricks: "Shit! Geez. I'm sorry."
Me: "Don't be sorry, I'm a sex monster! I'm not someone who people love, I'm a freaky sex toy!"
Hendricks: "Don't say that. You're, you're beautiful!"
Me: "Oh! So you're into sexy freaks too!"
I purr this last one while mashing my breasts together.
Hendricks: "Well, yeah, I do find the transformed attractive, why do you think I took up alchemy? But I'm not talking about that."
Me: "Then what are you talking about?"
Hendricks: "You! I mean, I love the way you look and the changes you're goings through, but you the person, the woman are beautiful too. You are so brave for doing this, smart and funny and clearly too empathetic to be locked in a cage. You are a great, cool person dick and ball-udder or no dick and ball-udder."
Me: "What are you saying?"
Hendricks: "I'm saying you are great and your boyfriend is a gigantic idiot for letting you go."
Me: "Are you propositioning me?"
Hendricks: "M-maybe I am."
Me: "Even if in a sex monster?"
Hendricks: "More like a sexy monster, but yeah."
Me: "And if I change more, get even more freaky?"
Hendricks: "As long as you are still the great person you are now and have some sort of genitals for me to play with... I'd totally date you."
Me: "Really?"
Hendricks: "Well you'd need to take a really long shower first, but yeah."
My heart leaps in my chest and this great weight I'd been feeling pressing down on me is lifting. I had been thinking that I had given up some part of myself, that with my new body and my urges and with Williard forsaking me, that maybe I had broken myself. That I was a sex monster who had given up her chance at future happiness and meaningful relationships. But maybe I could still be me, still be Miranda.
Just a sexier, kinkier Miranda with cocks.
And maybe I could be this new, integrated Miranda with Hendricks.
I blush, suddenly shy.
Me: "I think I'd like that."
Hendricks: "Gr-great!"
We smile at each other shamelessly. If not for the glass between us, I would fling myself at him, or I guess that given our size differences, it might be better if he ran to me and I scooped him up.
Suddenly Hendricks frowns.
Hendricks: "Dang! I have to run back to the alchemy laboratory! It's almost time to deliver today's vials. I, I hate to run..."
Me: "It's fine. On one condition."
Hendricks: "Huh?"
Me: "You give me a kiss dummy!"
I roll my tongue around in my mouth, gathering as much semen-saliva as I can and stick my lips in the plane of the transfer window, pucker my lips, and close my eyes.
An instant later, I feel Hendrick's lips against mine, giving me a hungry kiss.
I return it with all of the passion and need for human contact I've been feeling and make sure to give him a good taste of my cummy mouth.
Seconds go by...
And finally he breaks the kiss, a rope of my cum-drool hanging from his lips and a dreamy look on his goofy face.
Hendricks: "I-I'll be right back."
I wink at him.
Me: "I'll be waiting."
I watch him race off awkwardly in the direction of the alchemy labs and think about what just happened. I think about him, how smart, kind, and adorably awkward he is. I wonder what he looks like naked and I fantasize about what having sex with a man might be like with my new body. I hope he is into butt stuff.
At some point I realize that I have to pee, and while I think I should probably use a bucket as a demonstration of humanity, I decide fuck it and enjoy the orgasmic feeling of ejaculating my piss-cumming all over myself. It's not like it's actual pee and not like I'm not already caked in my own semen. Maybe it's just better this way. Smart, confident, well-rounded sex monsters can pee on themselves all they want!
I bask in the afterglow and wait for Hendricks to come back with today's vials.
Fortunately I don't have to wait long.
At the edge of the square the procession of alchemists is approaching, Hendricks in the lead, carrying my new vials. He makes his way to the transfer window, hands them to me. I put them down carefully and hand him the one left over vial from the day before. His eyebrows raise, and I wink at him. I also lunge forward and give him a kiss on the cheek before turning around to focus on today’s transformation.
Despite everything, I am still very excited for whatever it will be!
I feel all of my genitals swell and blush at the thought.
But now isn't the time for that!
Now is the time to change!
Which I should really do before my balls swell up to the point I can't move...
I did around for my dice, find that it is coated in spunk. I wipe it off on a clean patch on my blanket and roll it around in my hands.
I give it a roll and watch as it skips across the table.
Green, blue, red, blue, orange, purple, blue, orange....
Green.
I lift the green vial out of the rack, carefully uncork it, and with a shudder of anticipation, swallow it's contents.
I guess because I haven't eaten enough today, I feel something immediately; a cold numbness that begins in the soles of my feet and creeps slowly upward to envelope my entire feet, chilling them to the bone.
Suddenly I feel a sudden blistering heat in my toes! So sudden and such contrast to the preceding cold that I yelp in surprise!
The heat is joined by a throbbing, and I watch in fascination as my toes start to merge into each other: my big and index toe flowing together while my outside three toes grow together. My new pair of toes slowly lose definition, shedding their nails, becoming chubby and round and finally peeling open at the ends to reveal penile glans.
I now have two, three inch dick toes on my feet.
The throbbing heat in my toes dissipates, and the cold numbness at arts to climb my body, leaving my feet and encircling my ankles like icy manacles.
I stamp my feet experimentally and flex my altered toes. I feel them stiffen with my attention and arousal and leak a small amount of precum.
The icy feeling continues to crawl up my legs, reaching my calves then knees then thighs, leaving unchanged skin in its wake.
It reaches my pelvis and I gasp at the feeling and then gasp again when my tail suddenly goes numb. I swing it around so I can see it and suddenly feel the end of my tail becoming scaldingly hot. I watch as it's skinny tip retracts and becomes wider, swelling into a plum sized penis glans.
My tail now has a dickhead!
I'm pretty excited by the possibilities!
The frigid band of chill continues to climb my body, sliding along my torso. As it progresses I feel points of heat appear on my spine and feel stretching sensations. Using my flexibility I touch whatever has grown from my back and feel that I've grown five cocks from my spine.
I twist my body and crane my neck so I can see my back in my cum splattered mirror and see that the cocks run down my back like spurs on a lizard. I also notice that the bottom cock is the smallest, really just a glans, and that each cock above it is larger, with the top one, emerging between my shoulder blades, being 8 inches long. The cocks are upturned and erect, and when I give my torso a shake they bob and sway in a way that excites me.
The icy sensation reaches my shoulders and I feel two intense centres of fiery heat appear on my collar bones, halfway between my neck and my shoulders. The searing heat builds and I watch in fascination as two rods of flesh slide out of my shoulders. They rapidly take on the familiar shape of cocks and as they grow to their ten inch length and curve with erections poke me in the face.
I have grown a pair of cocks from my shoulders that jab me in the face when they are hard!
They are begging to be sucked!
Suddenly the feeling of creeping cold leaves me... I must be finished changing.
So I lick one of my new shoulder cocks, and then the other, and begin to furiously pump at them, masturbating my new dicks. Below I ram my deliciously upgraded tail into my hungry cunt. I moan as I pick up speed, tilting my head back, but still managing to slap it with my new shoulder dicks.
It feels so weird! It feels so good!
I scream through a vaginal orgasm and then gasp as, all at once, my new cocks all ejaculate, cum shooting from my toes, tail, back, and shoulder cocks.
But oddly, not my main cock, which is still erect and resting on my greatly inflated testicle udder.
I see Hendricks smile at me and look at me with affection and lust. I grin at him, grad my main cock, and thinking of him the whole time, pump my largest cock with both hands until it geysers in a torrent of cum, which splatters on the window between us.
We both laugh, and I motion him over to the pass through window. I ask him what he thinks of my new additions. He smiles, reaches into my cage, grabs me by my restiffening shoulder dicks like handles and pulls me down for a cummy kiss.
A girl could get used to this,
Eventually we come apart, and he apologizes that he has to run for the honours alchemy debriefing. I pout, and he kisses me one more time before scurrying off.
In the distance, I see Professor Lipple watching us through her observation equipment, frown and shake her head. She makes a mark in her notebook.
I stick my tongue out at her. Right now I'm a happy sex monster woman and I won't let her rain on my parade.
***
Day 4: Evening
Katka does another drive by dinner delivery. She apologizes and promises to debrief with me tomorrow at some point and runs off to sort through the days photos.
I'm surprised at how disappointed I am. She really hasn't been around and so much has happened to me. We have so much to talk about and I really miss her.
I tuck into my to go box of curry and rice and settle in for a quiet evening alone. I wonder if any of my books have survived the floods of semen I've been putting out...
Until I am surprised by a knock on my window.
I look up and see a petite female form in a black hoodie and grungy jeans. Her hood is pulled up, but I see a cascade of golden ringlets fall past her shadowed face. She steps a little closer and I see her face: it's Snootsy the anti-transformation protestor!
Me: "You! What do you want? I'm having a lovely day and am not in the mood for a lecture!"
Snootsy: "I, uh, I come in peace?"
Me: "Oh really? Here to give me the honey treatment? Convince me of the error of my ways?"
Snootsy: "No... What you've done, what you are doing to yourself, is permanent. From a certain perspective you're already a lost cause."
Me: "Yeah. From your perspective!"
Snootsy: "I'm, I'm not so sure anymore. I mean what you've done to yourself is pretty drastic... But, well you should have every right to do what you want with your body. And I just wanted to say in sorry for participating in the protest and for what I've said to you and about you."
Me: "Uh, wow... Thanks? What brought this change in perspective?"
Snootsy: "Well, it was watching you. As much as you might be, um, wallowing in your changes a little, it's pretty obvious that you are still a thinking feeling person. Not the mindless sex animal and, uh, abomination that some people in the group were saying. And well, if they could talk about you like a thing, an un-person, then maybe we were wrong? Maybe the protestors were the bad guys.... Which meant I was part of the problem. So I, uh, I quit."
Me: "Wow... That was very empathetic of you..."
Snootsy: "Well it wasn't all morals..."
Me: "Oh, and what else was there?"
Snootsy: "..."
Me: "Sorry, I couldn't hear you."
Snootsy: "I said, that watching you change is kind of sexy..."
Me: "Ha! Typical! The anti-transformation bigot wants to be transformed!"
Snootsy: "Don't be mean... This was hard for me to admit!"
Me: "Sorry. You did protest me, though. So okay, you want to be changed?"
Snootsy: "I never said that, just that seeing you do it has been hot."
Me: "Well, do you want to change?"
Snootsy: "M-maybe. Maybe I do. But, uh, not like you. Something less crazy..."
Me: "You know I have some extra alchemical vials right here... I could give you one right now. It would be just a little change... Well, probably."
Snootsy: "I uh, wow, uh, I can't, I can't do that. Right now. I, um, I have to go!"
Snootsy, the incognito former-protestor scurries off into the dusk leaving me confused and horny. And also a little glad: my body art performance has managed to touch at least one person in a positive, thought provoking way. I'm pleased.
My gut gurgles and spasms. I find myself in need of evacuating the semen from my bowels. I spot a corner of my cell that is clean and bare, lacking the caked on coating of my cum. This inexplicably bothers me, so I amble over to it as my ass-cock slips out of my butthole.
I take aim at the clean floor and begin to jerk myself off, feeling my pussy heat and tighten and my many cocks stiffen. The new dicks on my shoulder engorge and prod and smack my face as I furiously pump my ass cock. I feel myself come closer and closer and explode as I begin the protracted ejaculation needed to empty my bowels. I cry out at the pleasure of it and feel my new ancillary cocks all erupt in jizz, the shoulder cocks spurting right onto my face giving me a facial. I feel so happy and complete.
I happily notice that the clean floor now has a healthy coating of spunk.
I also notice in the distance, Snootsy has watched, blushing and curious.
I feel like a role model.
****
Day 4: Night
I stay up late, watching for the reappearance of professor Bluthe.
I've dragged my bean bag chair over to the pass through window and am sitting, legs splayed and cuddling my gradually swelling testicle udder. I haven't emptied it since transforming earlier in the day, so it's nearly as large as my torso, and hangs off me as a great, warm fleshy weight.
I'm not entirely sure what my intentions are for my thesis supervisor when he shows up, but I hope he doesn't take too much longer or I may have to start any potential party without him.
Fortunately I don't have to wait too long before I see a naked professor Bluthe saunter casually across the quad and make his way to my cage.
I pry open my pass through window and call him over, startled by the blast of fresh evening air that blows into my cell. I hadn't noticed how warm, humid, and odorous my stage has become.
I sit up a little a he approaches, and lean as forward as my massive, taut balls will allow. During our last encounter he treated me like a sex beast and took advantage of my emotions. This time things would be on my terms.
"I think it's time you and I had a student-advisor meeting, don't you think?"
He looked surprised by this.
"You know, talk about my progress...."
I reach down to my primary cock and begin to slowly stroke it above my ever growing balls. My ancillary cocks engorge as my arousal increases; my back dicks pressing into my chair pleasantly and my shoulder dicks poking me in the face. My cunt below me waters in anticipation.
Professor Bluthe, still speechless, is now sporting his own erection.
"And to talk about the effect my changes are having on so society and other people. It certainly looks like they are having an affect on you, Dr. Bluthe."
He moans, and reaches down to his cock.
I resettle myself under my balls, and manage to lean back and prop my feet up through the open pass through window in what I hoped was a powerful and casual looking posture.
"Well, professor, what do you think of my output so far?"
"I, I think you are perfect. That this, this thing you are doing has tremendous merit."
We are both rapidly stroking the cocks on our crotches.
"I think, dear professor, that you just fancy transformations."
"I, I guess I do."
"I think you should show me how much you like them."
I reached up my right foot to him, my two dick toes there dripping precum and wave it around imperiously.
Dr. Bluthe gets my message, kneels and pops both my toe cocks in his mouth. He begins to bob his head and suck, while using one of his hands to steer my leg and the other to continue masturbating.
I groan. I'm finally getting my first blow job! And, oh! Dr. Bluthe knows what he is doing!
At this juncture, I decide the interview portion of our meeting has ended, and so I use on of my hands to slip a shoulder cock into my mouth for some autofellatio and then stroke my other shoulder cock. Below me, a snake my cock-tail down and around and plunge it into my cunt. I also keep a form grasp on my main cock, furiously pumping away.
I feel incredible!
I feel myself building to a parade of orgasms as I pump and suck and as my thesis advisor sucks my toe cocks. I moan as my cunt spasms in orgasm around my cock tail, not once, but twice. Moments later I gasp as the smaller cocks around my body all cum at once: warm wet spots on my back from spine cocks, a gush of hot semen in my cunt from my tail, and a blast of spunk in my face and mouth from my shoulder cocks. Below me professor Bluthe swallows the seed from the toe-cocks in his mouth. And then! And then I howl as my main cock unloads in a torrent of semen that makes my now body pillow sized balls contract down to plums and douses Dr. Bluthe completely through the open transfer door.
As the cum strikes him, he finally cums, squirting his sadly small load onto my window and grunting.
The professor flops back onto his butt and we grin are each other. Both of us are heaving, flushed, and sticky with cum.
He laughs, "I foresee you getting an excellent grade on this project!"
I laugh too, "You know I'm only in it for the grades!"
"It's pretty obvious that you're enjoying yourself."
"It's pretty obvious that you're enjoying me too! If I didn't know better I'd say you were a transformation enthusiast too!"
"Well, obviously I like the transformed. I'm still with my husband after all..."
"No, I meant that I think you want to transform too."
"Oh." Professor Bluthe looks startled by the accusation and uncomfortable with the idea. However his hardening cock betrays him.
"It looks like some part of you likes the idea."
"I-I can't."
"Sure you can. I have four left over vials right here. You could drink some of them."
"No. I really can't! It would ruin my academic reputation and, and I would have to explain all of this... behaviour to the university. To my husband."
"Fuck the consequences! You know you want to...."
"I-I-I have to go!"
Professor Bluthe leaps to his feet and scurries off into the night, his boner bobbing in front of him.
I'm sorry to see him go and wonder if he will be back.
Probably.
***
To see Miranda on Day 4 go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15067771/
Re: Body Art
Excellent work thus far! The dice does not like those red vials though hehe.
Re: Body Art
Day 5: morning
I wake up in the morning sticky and pinned to the ground by my massive ball udder. I feel my full bladder and tense colon and recognize that I really have no choice but to empty all of my cum before I can start my day. This is probably going to be a part of my morning routine from now on.
I start by grabbing my nearest ball-udder teat and milking my cum out until I can reach a second. As soon as I can, I transfer the first teat to my mouth and grab a third. I suckle on myself, my mouth filling with my salty, creamy cum, which aside from its silky consistency is indistinguishable in flavour from my saliva-semen. My cunt is moist and hot and ready, so I slip my so useful tail cock into myself. As I fuck myself my new cocks on my back, toes, and shoulders get hard. My shoulder cocks, hot and rubbery, slide along my face. I feel my vagina orgasm below me and wanting to keep the sensation going, I wet myself, my cunt’s urethra pulsing with pleasure as it ejaculates out my full bladder.
My ball udder has shrunk to the size of my torso, such that I can drag it across the floor after me or more importantly, roll over. I wrestle myself onto my stomach and clench my anus, feeling the cock in my butthole swell and slide out. With one hand I reach behind and pump my ass cock and with my other I slide one of my shoulder cocks into my mouth and stroke it. I slide my cock-tail back into my cunt. The combined sensations get me there quickly and my cunt spasms in another orgasm. My various diffuse secondary dicks explode: my tail, my back, my toes, my shoulders, and finally my anus, spouting a bucket of shit-cum and normal cum all over my back and face.
I sigh happily and bask in the sensations for a while.
I decide that I should probably check my appearance in the mirror before any Tandra weirdness.
Today I look like:
-My face still looks like mine. Under all of the dried cum stains and skin dyed blithely red from hot fluid splatter, I still have my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, which is filled with salty cum saliva. My brown hair is still there, but it’s a wreckage of cum stains.
-I'm eight feet tall, super flexibile, and have long lean limbs and a long sinuous tail. My skin is covered in dry and drying cum and is also a network of angry red blotches. If I were to expose it to cold, or rub cold water on it, it would turn blue.
-I shit and piss cum. I pee through my original pussy urethra, but it comes out as glorious ejaculation. I shit through a special cock that slides out of my asshole that must be masturbates for me to evacuate myself.
- I still have my original vagina. I have also grown a bunch of new cocks: five cocks from my spine at differing lengths, my tail has grown it's own cockhead, my toes have merged into a pair of dicks, and my collar bones have grown massive upward facing cocks that smack me on the face when they are erect. When one of these cocks cums, they all cum together.
-I have also grown another cock in the usual location that is especially large. Accompanying this clock I have also grown a massive set of balls, that are rubbery and stretchy and can expand massively especially when in aroused. These balls also have four nipples, which as my balls expand, grow into bovine looking teats. These balls are currently as large as my torso and rest on the floor with teats the size of my forearm. To empty and shrink my balls I have to cum through my main, crotch cock.
Basically, I look amazing.
I also look like I’m ready for my yoga date with Tandra.
I don't have to wait long to see her march into the empty morning square, naked except for her leather dog collar. She doesn't bring her yoga mat. This is clearly not going to be a yoga date at all. I feel my dicks stiffen, by cunt warm, and my balls start to swell a little faster.
I drag my ball udder behind me along the floor, enjoying the feeling of it sliding along the semen lubricated floor, and wrestle it around so that I'm standing by the pass through window.
Tandra meets me there, already flushed and panting, her naked breasts rising and falling with her breath. The sight of her drives my arousal higher, and my dicks harden to their full length, my shoulder cocks poking me in the face. Tandra reaches down and touches her cunt and moans.
I know what I want from her.
"Tandra, you might be some sort of animal, but I'm a woman, a sexy woman with cocks who likes to wallow in her cum. I am not a beast, and I expect you to respect that."
Tandra looks surprised, and looks like she is about to retort.
"Did I tell you that you could speak?"
Tandra looked even more shocked, and then deeply aroused. Her hand on her cunt clutched herself and she groaned.
"As I was saying I am a sexy woman with cocks that I want you to suck."
I waddled forward and thrust my primary cock out through the pass through window.
"Now be a good girl and suck my cock like the animal you are!"
Tandra whimpered with arousal, dropped to all fours and scrambled forward approaching the tip of my cock.
With only a moment of hesitation Tandra wraps her lips around the smooth, hard head of my cock. She rubs her tongue around the glans of my penis and I groan happily. She reaches up with her hands and gently touches my hot shaft. She slides both along my cock, more caressing than stroking, while she continues licking my glans in her mouth. I sigh happily and enjoy her ministrations.
"That's a good girl. That's a good Tandra."
At my words she brings one of her hands down to her breasts and then her cunt, visible between her squatting legs. She begins to stroke herself.
"Such a good Tandra."
She begins to bob her and head and suck my cock, her remaining hand sliding up and down my shaft. I gasp and buck my hips as much as my heavy swollen balls udder will allow. I feel myself swelling inside as an orgasm is building.
My cunt and other dicks ache for attention. I grasp one of my shoulder-cocks, slip it into my mouth and suck on it while one hand pumps it's shaft. While I blow that shoulder-cock I use my other hand to jerk off the other cock growing from my collar bone. I slide my tail into my burning snatch and fuck myself with that. Breathe hisses through my nose as I pant.
Below me Tandra, still working on my main cock shudders through an orgasm from fingering herself. She brings her cunt slick hand up to my cock and is now using two hands to work me to an orgasm.
I grasp as my own pussy clenches in orgasm and then sputter as my shoulder clock and my other ancillary dicks erupt together. I swallow my seed and prepare myself for the grand ejaculation of my primary cock.
"Suck me you filthy animal!"
Tandra doubles her efforts and suddenly, suddenly I feel myself opening and expanding and, oh god, cuming as I spray a torrent of cum into Tandra's mouth. The force of the flow is enough to knock Tandra off balance, cum running down her chin and covering her face and tits and chest. She is absolutely doused in my spunk!
She flops back onto her back laughing. Spreading my cum around on her and wallowing in the sizeable puddle of semen and once again playing with her cunt. She arches her back and whines through another orgasm.
"Tandra! You naughty girl, running around naked at school and playing with your friends. Such bad behaviour from my pet!"
I look up and am confronted by a bizarre newcomer. Or rather newcomers.
The larger of the two is a massive quadrupedal beast. It, he maybe, has four massive legs with large gecko like paws, a roughly lupine body, and a long sinuous tail that splits into three tips. He doesn't have a face so much as a three lobed cunt filled with fleshy labbia and a long clit tongue that flicks and twirls. Between his rear legs he has a massive canine penis and on his back he is wearing, no has a grown in, a saddle.
The smaller person, the one who was talking, looks to be doing a back bridge on the quadrupeds shoulders with her shoulders in the saddle and her splayed legs facing forward. Except, instead of the usual cunt between her thighs is her face, and her shoulders end in fleshy labia instead of the expected beck and head. Otherwise her body looks normal, and is wrapped in a reflective courier vest hanging with keys and keycards and passes.
"You must be Emma." I guess.
"Yeah, and you're Miranda right?"
I nod.
"Love the show! This here mount is drake. I hope my pet Tandra hasn't been bothering you and oh!"
Emma looks startled as drake surges forward to sniff at Tandra who has spread her legs open and thrust her cunt at the steed. Drake licks her thighs and crotch with his long sinuous tongue and Tandra coos. She cups her breasts and fondles them as drake licks her clean of my cum and, in the process, eats her out. She cries out in yet another orgasm.
"Oh, pet, you are so naughty! But we really should get you out of the square and cleaned up."
Emma starts to pump herself up and down in the saddle groaning. I realize that she isn't so much sitting in the saddle as she is fucking it and that a cock growing out of the saddle is embedded in her neck-cunt. I also realize that there is a second cock growing out of the back of the saddle, where a normal woman's anus might be. This cock rubs between her petite tits and is swollen and bulging with a canine knot. If the other cock resembles this one, Emma might be welded by genitals to Drake’s back.
As she ministers to the beastial dick inside of her, Emma pants and gasps and then is cut off as her tongue swells into a massive canine penis that stretches her mouth into an o and gags her. She doesn't break her rythym bouncing on drakes saddle cock and soon drakes cock sliding between her tits erupts and her tongue cock ejaculates as she orgasms.
With a slick sliding sound she slides off of drakes other softening saddle-cock and climbs down to Tandra.
"Come along pet. Be a good girl."
Tandra climbs to her feet and, along with drake, obediently follows Emma back to the dorms.
I'm left stunned and aroused. Tandra has certainly been having adventures while I've been in my cell and looks to be undergoing her own transformation. A transformation I now realize I thought was because of me, but one that appears to be driven by a broader set of experiences.
It's still sexy as hell though.
***
Day 5: afternoon
After Tandra left I casually watched the square fill up with spectators. The transformation enthusiasts were back and their participation has evolved into a raucous party. Contrasted with them are the sombre observant alchemist students, the boisterous engineers, and a growing crowd of the randomly curious. The protestors are of course back again.
I squint at the protestors and I can't see any sign of Snootsy. Unless she is the hooded girl in the black sweater and jeans in the distance. Maybe she has turned over a new leaf.
I don't have to wait long for the procession of honours alchemists with my daily vial deliveries. Except today the vials are brought by only a pair of alchemists and there is no sign of Hendricks. My heart drops in my chest. The two alchemists, a guy and girl, come to my pass through window.
Me: "Where's Hendricks!"
Girl: "Oh, uh, he wanted to come but he couldn't."
Guy: "Professor Lipple has him under quarantine."
Me: "Quaratine? What happened?"
Guy: "You did!"
Girl: "Don't be a wheeny. She saw you two making out yesterday and she felt that the "emotional involvement" of Hendricks was inappropriate for the experiment.
Guy: "In other words, she was worried he was going to do something rash. So she sent us today instead."
Me: "Oh."
Girl: "Don't look so disappointed! I'm Rosie, by the way."
Guy: "And I'm Jorge. We'll be your alchemists this evening!"
Jorge presents the vials to me and I bring them into my cell and exchanged them for my unused vials from the day before. I am super disappointed that Hendricks couldn't be the one to bring me my vials and share this moment. I thank Rosie and Jorge anyway and then track down my dice.
I rub the dice in my hand and give them a sharp roll along the cum stained floor. It hops and slides and rolls and finally, skidding on some cum, comes to a stop.
The dice shows blue.
I pick up the blue vial, open it, and swallow its contents in one exceptionally salty drink.
I feel a warm flush suffuse my body immediately; I realize I haven't eaten yet today.
The warm flush feeling races around my body in waves that collide and interfere with one another, sometimes spiking red hot, sometimes cooling. The feeling is diffuse so I have no idea what is about to change. But I know something is about to happen. I pant in anticipation and feel the genital tissues around my body begin to stiffen in arousal.
I notice that as waves of heat travelling along my body encounter my breasts they shrink and are trapped in my tit tissue. I gasp in joy as my breasts swell by a cup size, spilling over my hands. I shriek as a feeling like muscles clenching erupts in my cleavage. I lift my boobs apart and watch the skin between my breasts pimple out into a nipple and swell. I whimper at the vaguely unpleasant sensation as my new breast grows until it is the size of my other tits.
I now have three heavy d cup breasts that hang off my chest. Awesome!
The clenching feeling in my chest dissipates back into waves of heat that again pulsate and race around my body. The waves seem to be somehow smaller than before, and this time seem to be accumulating in my cock and pussy. I brace myself for my next change.
I yelp when a feeling like someone squeezing my cock and labia suddenly appears. It is intense and a little painful! I clench my teeth and hiss through them and watch as my primary cock grows three inches longer and becomes thicker than I can wrap my hand around. I touch it and gasp at the sensation, my dick is more sensitive too.
I felt the squeezing in my cunt too, so I try to lift my now head sized ball udder out of the way to see my pussy. I can't quite manage it so I settle for squeezing my thighs together and touching it. I gasp again at the new intense sensitivity of my labia. I waddle over to the mirror in my cell, bend forward and lift my tail. In my reflection I can see my changed pussy: my labia have swollen dramatically and now hang as a fist sized bulge of pink flesh from my crotch.
I stroke my enlarged labia with my tail and watch as they swell and butterfly open, to the size of two open hands on my crotch.
The heat pulses have moved on, rippling around my body in waves and accumulating on my tongue. I worry about the effects of this next change.
The heat on my tongue intensifies and explodes into the burning sensation of spicy food. I gasp as I feel my tongue swell and shut my mouth, futilely trying to stop what in afraid is happening. My increasingly cylindrical tongue slams into the back of my teeth painfully, and relenting to the pressure I open my mouth and feel my tongue slide out into the air. I look down and see what I was afraid of, a penis glans bobbing into view at the end of a shaft that emerges from between my lips.
My tongue is now a cock.
I touch it, and the shaft feels rough like a tongue and I can taste the skin of my hand. It appears to be a combination of penis and tongue. It is also not exceptionally large, only six inches, and not to so wide that it forces my mouth all of the way wide.
I force my tongue cock over to one side and find I can slip three fingers into my mouth. It seems that I will still be able to perform oral sex on lovers and on my own shoulder cocks, which is a relief.
I just hope that when I’m not aroused I can still speak.
I experimentally stroke my new tongue cock with my hands and moan. I feel a burning desire to cum through my new cock. Except, as pleasurable as touching it is, the sensation of rubbing my hands on my tongue is unpleasant. I really want to stick it in a mouth, or cunt.
It occurs to me that I have a cunt and that my body is super flexible.
I wonder if it is flexible enough...
I plant my shoulders on the floor with my back straight and my legs held upright above me in a yoga pose that Tandra taught me. I bring my hips forward and place my feet on the floor. My ball udder hangs heavily on my three enlarged tits. I bend my back further, pushing my hips towards my face, squishing my balls and tits into a tighter ball. I lift my beck and strain, and can see the massive flesh petals of my labia and the glistening goal of my vagina.
I strain further and further and suddenly my cock tip is pressing against my hole.
I am so close! I bend my back further and further and my tongue-dick slips further and further inside of myself. The feeling is incredible as is the spicy taste of my cunt and the salty taste of the semen saliva on my tongue clock. I rock my neck back and forward, slow at first and then faster as I begin to fuck myself in the vagina with the penis that has replaced my tongue. It's perfect!
And then....
And then...
And then!
It's over as I'm spewing cum out of my tongue and into my cunt which simultaneously clamps down on my dick in orgasm.
I unfurl myself onto my back and become aware of my other straining cocks and the weight of my massively expanded testicles.
I also become aware of how hungry I am.
I look up and see a very fascinated and aroused looking Rosie and Jorge watching me. I find my tongue has returned to a mostly normal shape so I try calling out to Rosie and Jorge. I find that aside from a new lisp that I can talk, so I point out that I haven't been fed and they agree to fetch me a large meal.
When they return we chat for a while I eat the very large curry feast they brought me. We talk about why they were in the honours alchemy program and what their career aspirations are. We chat about my changes, which are my favourite and most challenging, and what it's actually like to change. They tell me funny stories about Hendricks, like the time he accidentally dyed a classmate permanently bright pink in a lab accident or the time he turned a bunch of bananas into cocks wrapped in banana skins and handed them out at an abstinence rally. I smile and laugh, but inside I am deeply disappointed he is being kept away from me.
I eventually ask them about Katka and where she is since I haven't seen her in a few days. They exchange meaningful looks that seem to carry a great deal of extra meaning. I try to press then on it, figuring that Katka has gotten herself into some sort of malarkey. But they quickly change the subject and point out they are late for their debriefing and that they really had to be going.
I am suspicious. What has Katka gotten herself into?
I want to go immediately and find out, but I can't since I am locked in my display cage.
Sometimes confinement sucks.
***
Day 5: evening
I start my evening by servicing my body. I find another mostly clean section of floor in my cage under my semen stained coffee table and it bugs me. I empty my bladder and ejaculate all over it, spreading the cum around with my dicktoed feet. I find that one corner of my cage has been spared being filled with spunk so I squeeze out my ass-dick and masturbate my shit-cum all over the corner. Satisfied that the floor of my cell is sufficiently cum covered, I decide instinctually to try to paint the ceiling of my cell with semen. I lay on my back, point my much larger, more sensitive primary cock at the ceiling, and stroke it until it erupts in a giant geyser, soaking a square patch of cowling and causing long ropes of cum to drip down. It also shrinks my balls to their most manageable smallest size.
It sounds crazy, but coating my cage with cum makes it feel much more like a home.
I'm beginning to suspect I may have undergone some mental changes.
My spine, toe, and shoulders cocks are still hard and my tongue cock is engorged and gagging my mouth. While I might have serviced the more obligatory parts of my anatomy, my more recreational cocks are begging for attention to.
I hear a knock on the window and see hoodie Snootsy and three other preppy girls with her holding a noodle to go box of food.
I wave, point at my mouth cock, and shrug. Snootsy smiles and tells me she understands. She tells me she noticed that I haven't been getting my meals regularly and thought she's being me dinner. I smile as much as I can and nod gratefully. I meet her at the transfer window and accept my food.
And then mff in surprise when she leans in, wraps her lips around my tongue-cock and deep throats it enough that our lips meet in a kiss. Snootsy starts to suck on my new mouth cock and bob her head. She reaches into the cage with her hands, grabs my shoulder cocks and pumps them with her hands. I fondle my three heavy tits with my hands and stroke my cunt with my tail until all of my peripheral cocks explode and I orgasm and my tongue ejaculates into her mouth. Snootsy makes a point of swallowing my seed.
She steps back blushing furiously.
Snootsy: "I've been waiting to do that all day."
My tongue deflates and slips back into my mouth.
Me: "Wh-what?"
Snootsy: "You were right yesterday, I do find your transformations sexy. And, and I think I want some of my own. Is your offer from yesterday still good?"
Me: "Offer?"
Snootsy: "To give me some vials, well, a vial."
Me: "Yeah. Of course!"
Snootsy: "Great! And, uh, these are some of my friends from the protest movement. They also have seen the... error of the anti-transformation movement. And they want to change to..."
Me: "Yes I can give them each a vial too."
Snootsy: "Great!"
Me: "Which one do you all want?"
Snootsy: "Why not roll the dice for us?"
Me: "Oooh! I like that. When was the last time you all ate?"
Snootsy: "Not since lunch."
Me: "Great! It will be quick then. Okay ladies strip!"
I scramble around my cell looking for my dice, find it in a pleasantly large pool of semen, and wipe it off as best I can. I drag my coffee table over to the window, brush off the largest mounds of cum, and roll the dice.
It skips and jumps and rolls and eventually comes up purple.
I pull out the purple vial and hand it to Snootsy. She uncorks it, sniffs it experimentally, and with a look like jumping off a bridge, quaffs all of the vials contents.
For a second Snootsy just stands there blinking. She is a pale, petite young woman with small a cup breasts, a narrow waist and hips, and a halo of blonde, curly locks. She is blushing more than a little, and her pussy is flared in arousal.
Suddenly she moans, loud and low until it trails off into a muffled gurgle. The reason for this is soon apparent as her mouth flows vertically, merges with her nose, her lips flare in large, fleshy vulva. She gurgles, juices trailing down her chin. Her eyes are lidded with pleasure.
Suddenly she gasps and the moan that trailed off is back. I can see that her pussy is becoming more horizontal, her labia deflating until they take on the familiar shape of human lips. She curses happily with her new mouth.
With an audible crack Snootsy's neck and back twist and heave under her skin. She drops heavily to all fours and seems to stand naturally in a posture with her hands and feet comfortably on the floor and her neck pointed forwards. Her butt with its anus and mouth stands proudly above her shoulders.
As I stare at her thin but shapely ass, I notice two strange skin abnormalities appear on the apex of each butt cheek. They bulge slightly and crinkle and grow a line of hair down the centre before splitting open to reveal a new pair of eyes on her ass. The new peepers make eye contact with me and wink.
"I can see who I'm talking to again! Phew! That was awesome!"
Snootsy experimentally walks around on all fours. Her friends looking slightly aghast and aroused. Snootsy circles them once, showing off her body and corralling them. She seems to select one, lowers her head and shoves that friend towards me cajoling her the whole way.
I laugh and roll the dice for her. It rolls and rolls and stops on blue. Which I've already used. I shrug and roll again, again getting blue. I fondle my third tit, blue is mine. I roll again and this time the dice comes up orange.
Snootsy's friend, who I think I'll call judgey, is a tall willowy girl with long thin limbs, a high petite ass, narrow hips, a long toned torso, and pair of pointy b cup breasts . She has an aristocratic face with a hooked nose and long flowing brown hair that cascades down her back. Basically she is gorgeous.
I pick up the orange vial and hold it out to her. We share a nervous smile.
She uncorks the vial, thinks about it a moment, shrugs and tosses it back like a shot of alcohol.
She yelps and her hands fly up to her chest. Her breasts both swell, gaining several cup sizes but also begin to press together as her cleavage melts away leaving her with one giant g cup breast on her chest with two nipples on it. The huge mono-tit begins to slide down her body, growing larger as it moves and sprouting extra nipples which lengthen as it moves. When the giant breast finally comes to a stop on her hips it has six cow-sized teats and is almost as large as her torso. It looks like an udder, but one made of smooth human breast flesh and elongated human nipples. Her chest is now smooth and featureless except for the contours of her pectoral muscles.
Judgey pokes her new udder experimentally and tugs on one of her teats. A large spurt of milk squirts out and she gasps. She does it again and again and stops when her hands pull back and flail reachingly at it.
She can't reach her giant breast anymore?
Judgey whimpers and I realize what is happening. Her arms are shrinking! Her arms go from being long, graceful limbs to drastically shorter arms about half as long as her original. They would look like they belong to a child, except they have kept the muscle tone, and slender shape of her original arms and her full sized, long fingered hands. She waves her little arms around, trying to feel them like a cartoon dinosaur.
Judgey is still coming to terms with her short arms when she shrieks as the next changes start. Her nose and top lip come together and push out and away from her face, merging to become a long tube of flesh. At first I think she is growing an elephants trunk, but it becomes obvious when the tip of her trunk swells and takes on a new bulbous glans shape that her new growth is a cock. Her new appendage grows and grows, taking over her face and hanging from her body. It's soon as thick around as her legs and four feet long with a penile glans the size of the rest of her head.
The dick sways and moves, very much like the trunk it resembles and the dick slit pulsates with her breath. She groans through her dick slit and tries to touch her cock trunk with her tiny arms. She settles for swinging the sex organ over to her arm in a coordinated motion and stroking it there.
She waddles uncertainly a few steps before falling to her butt on the ground, her massive udder pooled between her legs. She continues to use her penis trunk and hands to explore herself and body.
Snootsy meanwhile has circled around and is herding her next friend to the window.
I decide to be proactive and roll the dice for her. It spins along the table and comes to rest on its red side. I pick up the red vial and bring it to the pass through.
This next friend I think looks like a Pious. So Pious she will be. Pious is a heavier set young woman with red pigtails, a freckle speckled round face, a generous torso with large pendulous breasts and a slightly convex tummy bulge. She has a big pillowy ass and thick meaty thighs. But she carries the weight well, looking vibrant and curvaceous instead of fat. She looks excited but dubious.
Snootsy gives her another budge with her cunt-faced noggin and pushed pious closer. Pious reaches out and I handed her the vial.
She rolled the vial in her hands, a look of intense thought stamped on her face. She pauses, seems to come to a decision, then seems to go back on it and returns to nervously rolling the vial. Then, suddenly, with determination she removes the stopper and slowly sips down the red fluid.
She makes a noise not unlike a purr. I can see that her ass has started to swell. While her butt was generous before, it is now growing and growing and growing beyond anything you'd see on a regular person. When it seems to stop swelling her hips, ass, and thighs are gigantic. Her hips are easily four feet wide and her butt, chubby but taut, stands our four feet behind her with ass cheeks the size of couch cushions. She bounces her ass experimentally and prodigious waves ripple across it. She smiles beautifully.
A smile that warps suddenly as her the lips of her mouth swell dramatically on her face. They go from generous to beestung to a fleshy caricature of female beauty. When her lips stop growing they stand out from her face with what must be a two-inch circumference. She licks her new lips, a job that takes much longer now.
All of a sudden pious squawks as her torso seems to collapse in on itself. She gets shorter as her shoulders and upper chest ride her shrinking midsection down to her massive hips leaving her an abbreviated looking person.
Looking at her now I see her face with its giant lips and pigtails sting on her neck and shoulders. She has her arms and generous breasts, but these now rest directly on her giant hips and ass with nothing in between. It is like her hips and ass are her new body, and everything else is growing directly out of them. It's a weird and interesting look.
I find I am deeply intrigued by the way her large breasts hang around her crotch, her vagina peaking through her cleavage.
Pious smiles with her giant lips and fondles her new ass. She looks rather pleased with her new body and sashays, with dramatic sway, over to where Judgey-judge is seated.
Snootsy has taken the opportunity to creep up on the last of her former protestor friends. This one looks tightly wound and nervous, so I think l’ll call her nervy. She jumps when Snootsy bumps into her with her head.
Nervy is short skinny girl. While she still looks healthy, she has thin limbs, tiny breasts and an imperceptible ass. Her ribs are clearly visible on her panting chest. She has a mop of black curly hair.
She is shaking, quivering in fear. She does not look like she is particularly interested in this. As I go to grab the one remaining vial, the green one, her friends try to encourage her. Which is quite a sight! Seeing Snootsy entreat her friend with the lips on her crotch, Judgey preach how great she feels from the dick slit at the end of her cock trunk and Pious shout encouragement from her giant lips is bizarre.
Nervy must think so too, since their cacophony seems to make her even more afraid. She pushes back against Snootsy's face, claiming that she can't, she can't, pleading with her friends. She screams, spins away calling that she's sorry as she rubs away.
Snootsy: "Stick in the mud! Prude!"
I laughed at the irony.
The three transformed girls came over to my window to thank me, each bestowing me with a kiss before, the three walked off into the night chatting happily and planning strategies to meet boys.
Day 5: night
I stayed up late waiting for professor Bluthe. He did not come.
As the first glow of dawn lit the horizon I went to sleep.
***
To see Miranda on Day 5 go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15119904/
To see Snootsy go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15119923/
To see Judgey go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15119937/
To see Pious go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15119953/
To read about Emma and Drake go here: http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/forum … php?id=497
To see Emma go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14760914/
To see Drake go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14761016/
Re: Body Art
Those were all interesting transformations, but what's happened to Katka!? Oh noes!
Re: Body Art
I haven't been around due to school but wow, this is my new favorite story. The transformation concept of intertwining masturbation and auto arousal with otherwise normal, nonsexual bodily functions is at the top of my list, and you nailed it. Transformation aside your story structure also really works and is a definite step up from the usual transformation show story as it allows individual characters to approach and develop over time.
+1 for asscocks
Good work.
Re: Body Art
Body Art
Day 6: morning.
I slept late and woke to knocking on the window and someone calling my name.
I opened my eyes blearily and glanced around. I tried to sit up and look, but found myself pinned by my greatly enlarged testicles. I wrestled my ball udder under me and managed to get to my knees and see who is there.
It is Emma, the courier from yesterday with the cunt neck and crotch-face, standing outside my cell clutching a to go bag and coffee from a local cafe in one hand. In the other hand she held a leash.
I am absolutely stunned by what she has on the end of her leash!
Tandra! A very naked Tandra is clipped via her leather dog collar to the end of the leash and is crawling on all fours. She turns to look at me and I see that she has a ball gag inserted into her mouth and that her hands are wearing restrictive mittens, I suspect to simulate paws. She winks at me, lifts herself into a squat and pisses on the ground.
Emma smiles and hands me my breakfast through the pass through.
I stare at Emma.
Me: "what gives?"
Emma: "I thought that someone should bring you breakfast."
Me: "Thank you. But I mean with Tandra!"
Emma: "Well, she seemed to want to see you and I needed to take her for a walk anyway, so I brought her."
Me: "But why is she dressed like that and acting like an animal?"
Emma: "She is an animal, or at least trying to decide if she is one. And she wanted to be out in the world like this to try it out."
Me: "I still don't think I understand..."
Tandra, watching me intently, seems to reach a decision and crawls over, ands and knees to Emma and rubs her face on the transformed girls face/crotch. Emma sighs happily and the tip of her tongue, which is also her penis, slips out of her mouth. Tandra turns around, raising her ass and naked pussy to Emma's crotch face and presses her cunt to the other woman's mouth. Emma laughs happily and then is gagged as her tongue cock expands out of her mouth. She pushes her dick into Tandra whose eyes widen and nose flares in pleasure. The two gyrate and thrust against each other, fucking silently right in front of me.
I feel my body respond to the show. My dicks all stiffen and my cunt salivates at the scene. My mouth cock hardens and I find I am completely gagged. I begin to touch myself with my hands and tail, working my genitals as I watch Emma and Tandra copulate.
Suddenly both women tense against each other in silent orgasm. Tandra languidly slides to the ground and Emma's body is dragged with it, draped over Tandra's back. The two lay there, Tandra looking very satisfied. I wonder why they haven't pulled apart and then remember the canine knot on Emma's cock; the two are stuck together until Emma's knot deflate.
I decide to spend the time ministering to my own arousal. I slip a shoulder cock into the tiny space left in my mouth and stroke my tongue-cock and that shoulder
Cock until they both orgasm and deflate. I then slip my tail into myself and fuck myself while I release my bladder in a glorious wave of ejaculation under and onto myself. My cunt spasms around my tail and I cry out. I then grasp my primary dick, and crunching myself around my huge ball udder and three large tits, slip my cock into my mouth. I give myself a blow job until with great force I cum and blast my face and chest with a tidal wave of semen as my giant balls empty.
I collapse, free from the burden of my full balls, in a warm lake of my cum and smile at Tandra who grins back with her eyes.
I sit up and enjoy my breakfast muffins and coffee, watching the still linked women until eventually they come apart. Emma stands up, uses her hands to wipe her face/crotch off.
She excuses herself to run off to catch the lunch shift at the Serpent and Hound bar she works at but promises to come back the next morning with breakfast and more time to talk.
She tugs on Tandra's leash and strides off across the plaza, Tandra obediently crawling behind her.
I'm left stunned, full of questions for the next day.
***
Day 6: afternoon.
I realize that I haven't taken stock of how I look today and walk over to my mirror. Here is how I look:
- I still have my brown hair and my face is largely the same as ever except for my tongue is now also a penis which juts out of my mouth when I'm aroused.
- I am eight feet tall, super flexible, and have colour changing skin that at moment is mostly flesh coloured but with bright red blotches from cum spatter. I also have a long flexible tail that is tipped with a cock head.
- I have three large tits on my chest.
- Between my legs I still have my pussy, now with large fleshy labia that hang out from my cunt. My crotch also sports a tight rubbery testicle udder that is currently the size of an apple, but which expands dramatically when I am aroused. It has four nipples that grow into giant teats as it expands. I also have a foot and a bit long cock that is connected to these balls which can rapidly empty my ball udder.
- I have a diffuse collection of other cocks that seem somehow connected so that they can orgasm all together. I have five cocks of decreasing length growing from my spine, my feet have two cock toes, and my shoulders sprout two large cocks which poke my in the face when they are erect.
- You can't see it, but I have also been given a radically different digestive tract where my mouth saliva is cum and where I ejaculate cum from my bladder through my originally pussy urethra to pee and have a cock that emerges from my asshole from which the semen that is my shit orgasms out of me.
I am pretty fantastic!
Except that I feel like I maybe haven't been taking advantage of my skins properties lately... I find an unused bucket of cold wash water and wash myself making myself blue. I look around for something hot to add red accents but can't see anything hot around. I feel a rumbling in my bowels and realise that I can make my own hot fluids.
I dump one of my buckets of cum waste on the floor and squat over it, clenching and feeling my anal cock unfurl. I pump it with a businesslike determination until with a rush my ass empties in orgasmic pleasure into the bucket. I soon have a bucket full of steaming, hot cum.
I dip my tail, swirling it around and then begin to give myself a cute polka dot pattern on my arms and legs, back and sides and stomach, leaving only my face and totally blue. I paint my nipples and lips and balls and a stripe across my eyes red.
I smile satisfied with the result.
I turn and see the crowds gathering for today's festivities. There seems to be more people here than yesterday including a surprising number of townies. It seems my show is getting attention even off campus. All the usual groups are here, including the anti-transformation protestors. I see Nervy holding a placard near the front. I wonder if her friends know how close she came to being a freak herself.
All of a sudden I hear a commotion and see Snootsy, Judgey, and Pious pushing their way towards the protestors. They are shouting and holding up placards themselves with pro transformation slogans like:
"A change will do you good!"
"Free to be what I want!"
"I've never felt sexier!"
I smile broadly and laugh. I hope
Katka is getting this!
... Wherever she is....
I don't have to wait long for the alchemists to arrive bearing today's potions. The representative of the honours alchemists comes to the pass through. It's a girl who I don't recognize and not Hendricks of Jorge or Rosie. She smiles when she hands me the vials.
Girl: "Hi, I’m Elizabetta."
Me: "Hi. No Jorge or Rosie today?"
Liz: "I'm afraid not. Professor Lipple caught them making out in a chemical closet and talking about transforming. She has them under quarantine."
Me: "So she sent you. Why just you? Isn't there another one of you?"
Liz: "Yeah... Amy. Amy, hmm, made herself into a shemale using lab reagents and is... Already under quarantine."
Me: "So she sent just you."
Liz: "Well I'm probably the most reliable of the honours alchemists."
Me: "You mean you're the teachers pet?"
Liz: "I prefer to think of myself more as a protege.... But what you like."
I take the vials inside my cell and grab the rack with the one leftover vial from the day before.
Liz: "What happened to the rest of the extra vials?"
I wink at her and point at snooty and friends.
Me: "Staging a counter protest apparently."
Elizabetta grins at me mischievously. Maybe she was alright after all.
I go to find my dice.
I pick them up, warm them in my hands and roll them, watching as they skip and bounce.
Red, now blue, now green, now purple, now, finally, blue.
I pull out the blue vial, sniff it's botanical fragrance, bring it to my lips and drink it down.
Belatedly I realise that I skipped lunch so this one might also be quick. My stomach gurgles.
But I don't feel anything: no tingles, pinches, caresses, heat, or stretching. But I have faith in the alchemists, so I look around frantically, trying to find the change.
As my hair flops into my face I notice something. It's dark blue, and longer. I glance over my shoulder and see it hang down my back like a cape.
I run my hand through it, enjoying the pleasant sensation of tugging at my scalp. I notice that my forearm looks strange.
I hold it up for closer examination. The light halo of down on my arms is changing, becoming the same dark blue as my hair and growing thicker and longer. I watch in fascination as more hairs sprout and more hairs, growing longer and thicker until my forearm is covered in a thicket of long blue fur that hangs off my arm like fetlocks.
I look myself over and see that I've grown thick blue hair around my other forearm and both of my lower legs. Groovy.
Suddenly I feel my tail resting on the floor behind me. I try lifting it and find it difficult, forcing me to lean forward to get it off the floor. I turn and yelp in surprise! My tail has expanded dramatically!
Where before it was maybe four feet long, as round as my legs, and completely prehensile it is now twice as wide and at least eight feet long. It is still prehensile, I can still move it's phallic tip around and curl the entire length, but it so much heavier. I can barely lift its entire length. I suspect that from on I will have to rest some part of it on the ground to help support it's girth.
This was going to be a challenge to live with... I bit my lip in... Oh! That felt better than it should! I stick out my penis tongue and run it over my lip and gasp in pleasure. It feels like someone is licking my pussy.
My eyes go wide and I scramble over to the mirror, dragging my new tail after me.
As I watch my mouth puckers and my lips swell oddly. My mouth grows to a vertical orientation and lengthens and collapses inwards. I shudder in pleasure and moan through my forming cunt. . My lips continue to swell forming labia and my nose is pulled into my forming vulva, shrinking and becoming bright pink. I lick it with my stiffening cock tongue and gasp and moan through my cunt at the feelings from my new clitoris. Pussy lubricant drool mixed with my cummy saliva ooze out and down my chin
My mouth is now a vagina and labia.
My dicks are all rock hard including my tongue dick, which sticks out of my face cunt and presses up against my clit. I try to lick it and am rewarded when my tongue manages enough motion to stimulate my love button. I pant through my cunt and drool my mixed sex juices down my face.
My tongue dick doesn't seem to fill my vagina, though and seems to project from the top of it, where the urethra would be in a normal cunt. I reach up and slide a finger inside my new cunt, squirming in pleasure at the feeling for penetration and find that I have space to fit a cock inside my new cunt below its cock.
I try to smile as a thought hits me.
I sit down on the floor and bend myself around my now head shoulder sized ball udder and slip my primary cock slowly, tantalizingly, into my new cunt groaning at the amazing feeling. I begin to bob my head, fucking myself in the face with my large cock, filling my new pussy completely. With my dick tongue I keep licking, as best I can, at my clit heightening my pleasure. I grasp my shoulder dicks and begging to pump at them, occasionally feeling up my three tits. I am a wash in sexual sensations!
My lower pussy has swollen and is sopping and is begging for attention. With care I coil my massive tail around myself and slip it's dick tip up into my pussy and begin fucking myself with that too.
I fuck myself harder and faster and harder and faster until, all at once I feel myself tense, and spasm as both my pussies explode in pleasure and wrack my body in pleasure. Almost instantaneously all of my clocks erupt, showering my body with cum and splashing cum into my twats. The sensation of a gallon of cum boil into my mouth cunt and down my throat is glorious.
For good measure I release my bladder and enjoy the intense joy of ejaculating out my bladder semen.
When I come back to myself I see that Elizabetta is still there intensely watching. She waves me to the pass through. I drag myself there and she leans in grabs me by my flaccid shoulder cocks and drags me into a hungry kiss, sticking her tongue into my mouth cunt and licking at my tongue penis.
"Wha- what was that for?"
I manage to ask with my mouth cunt, words and voice distorted by my less agile lips and tongue.
"You're beautiful!"
And she gives me another peck on my pussy lips.
"I am an alchemist after all! Even if I am "the good one". I'll see you when you get out of your cage since I suspect that in quarantined now!"
With the she turns and skips away happily towards a frowning professor Lipple.
***
Day 6: Evening
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to learn about the changes to my body, getting used to dragging my tail around and trying to talk and sing with vulva for lips and a halfway cock for a tongue.
I find I can speak clearly enough to be understood, I think, but find that I have a pronounced wet lisp and that with my new lips everything sounds a little deformed, like I have a hearing impairment. I also find I have to take a lot of care to enunciate clearly. I realize that speaking feels really, really good and that if I'm not careful my labia and cock tongue become engorged and in forced to pause and masturbate or fixate on something unsexy until my arousal subsides.
Oddly enough, I think I find my enlarged tail the more challenging change to get used to. The feeling of my skin dragging along the ground behind me is alien, the sheer weight of my new appendage has my straining against its weight to move, and it's length means I'm more like a train of person which is a difficult to adjust to. I'm also constantly bumping into things between not being aware of my length or just idly swinging the mass of flesh around. I think this one is going to take some serious practice.
My stomach rumbles. Apparently dragging a tail around is hungry work. Especially when you skip lunch.
I smell the food before I see her: Katka!
She is smiling at me, a camera slung over her shoulder and brandishing a giant to go box of pasta.
My pussy mouth waters in anticipation, but my curiosity wins out. I eye her critically. She is wearing clothes so I can't see her body completely, but she looks the same as when I left her.
Katka: "I brought dinner, I thought you'd be hungry. Can you talk?"
Me: "Yes. It's a bit hard, but I'm working on it."
Katka: "Good! I was worried."
Me: "You were worried!? I was worried! Where have you been?"
Katka: "Eat first. No one brought you lunch (sorry!) so you must be starving! I'll explain after."
Me: "you can tell me while I eat."
Katka: "Something tells me you might enjoy your meal a little too much to listen. Plus I want to get pictures of this."
I accept the to go box from Katka and open it. I smell the food and feel the hot drool of lubricant and semen saliva ooze out of my mouth. It finally occurs to me that I have a pussy for a mouth! How was I going to eat!?
I was going to have to shove food into my cunt and somehow swallow it.
How was this going to work?
I decide the best approach is just to try it and see what happens. I stick the fork provided into the pasta, mix the sauce into the noodles, twirl the pasta onto the fork and slowly, carefully insert the food into my cunt.
I squirm in pleasure: the penetration sensation is exquisite. But, it's more than that, the flavours of the food are somehow more intense and are giving me.... sexual pleasure. I close my labia around my fork and almost instinctively bear down on the boils of food and swallow it whole down my vaginal esophagus. It feels amazing! Like a small rolling orgasm.
I pant, shaking after the first morsel.
It appears my new form can do food provided it's in small enough pieces to slide down my cunt. And that it is intensely pleasurable.
I tuck into my meal properly, taking bite after bite, shuddering in pleasure with every swallow. I'm panting and shaking and flushed, occasionally orgasming. The entire world is me and my food and holy fuck and eventually the plate is gone and I am full and happy and absolutely spent.
Katka: "I'll have what she's having!"
I laugh. It is so good to see her.
I try to shift myself closer to her but realize that the arousal of eating has made my testicular cum production kick into overhear and my balls are now as large as a large beach ball. I shrug, and scoot myself closer to Katka using my strong, heavy tail to shove myself along the ground. When I get close enough I flop chest down onto my balls like a chair and look at Katka.
Me: "So where the hell have you been?"
Katka: "Watching!"
Me: "Watching? I haven't seen you anywhere!"
Katka: "Exactly! I realized that my taking photos of you in an obvious way was changing the performance around you and that all of the weird and amazing things happened at odd hours when you and your collaborators thought you had privacy."
Me: "Wait? You've been watching me secretly all the time?"
Katka: "24-7 baby. All day and all night!"
Me: "But how?"
Katka: "Mad skills"
Me: "Really, how?"
Katka explains that she borrowed lenses from everyone who owed her favours and maxed out her credit buying high end telephoto lenses and night observation gear. She explained that she enlisted the help of the honours alchemists so that they could keep watched in shifts and wake Katka up to snap photos of anything interesting. Amy the shemale was particularly helpful since she had a lot of free time during her quarantine. Katka also admitted to enlisting some other alchemy students to carry smaller, concealable camera to snag closer photos when they could. Katka was very proud of her system and insists that she has caught just about every key moment.
Katka: "I think you'll be really happy with how everything turned out. I'm sorry I've been so absent, and hope you’re not mad."
I smile.
Me: "It all depends on how good the photos are."
We share a laugh.
Me: "Seriously, I'm glad your okay. I thought maybe you'd gone as crazy as the rest of us and done something drastic!"
Katka got a serious look.
Katka: "Like transform? Miranda, I thought about it... Almost did it. Amy thought she could smuggle me your leftover vials after and everything. I think I still want to."
Me: "What?"
Katka: "Look I'm not going to transform right now, I have all kinds of work to do still! I'm really passionate about this photo project and, well, I couldn't fuck it up for you. But after we're all done? Miranda, watching you transform and this big crazy thing that you've caused... Well, I want to be apart of it too. Or maybe at the centre of my own thing."
Me: "Your own performance of body art?"
Katka: "Or something like that. Look, now isn’t the time for this and I haven't seen you in forever! Tell me about your changes! I've seen then all, but how do they all feel?"
And it was my turn to tell her about my transformations and then to gossip about my romantic life and to joke about all of the weird stuff that's been going on. That is until Katka realises she was late meeting her nighttime photo crew and that she really had to get setup for overnight.
Katka: "Love ya babe. See you tomorrow."
Me: "You better!"
****
Day 6: Night
I decide to stay up late again on the off chance that Professor Bluthe would return.
I didn't have to wait very long.
As soon as it was dark enough, late enough for some privacy I see a naked man pushing a stroller approach my cage. It's professor Bluthe pushing his husband, the cyclopian six cock tentacles toroid that used to be a beautiful woman, over to my cell. He parks the stroller with his husband to one side with a good view and walks over the pass through.
Prof Bluthe: "I thought about your offer and have decided that it's something, something I want to do."
I smile at him coyly.
Me: "Okay. Great! So what'll it be 1 vial? 2?"
Bluthe turns to look at his husband.
Bluthe: "Well dear?"
Husband: "How many does she have?"
Bluthe: "I guess all you can give me.
Me: "Four it is. When did you last eat?"
Bluthe: "Uh? Lunch, I think. I've been a little nervous."
Me: "Great!"
I go to the rack of leftover vials and pick up the orange orange one and carry it over to professor Bluthe who is starting to get an erection. I hand him the vial.
He uncorks and swallows.
He groans and begins to stroke his belly which swells into a taut sphere, shedding it's body hair, his innie belly button popping outtie. It swells and swells, resting lower on his body, straddling his hips. Professor Bluthe now looks like a very pregnant man with a womb near term and containing some multiple number of babies.
He strokes it lovingly.
Next his penis cums and retracts into his body slowly, leaving him with a completely smooth, sexless crotch. He moans in arousal and frustration with no obvious way to relieve his needs.
Next his legs shorten dramatically, and his back makes cracking noises as it readjusts itself into a new posture. Professor Bluthe now stands as a quadruped, much like a gorilla with short hind legs, resting on his knuckles, his pregnant-looking belly hanging below him.
"Ready for your next one?"
He nods.
I pick up the red vial and hand it to professor Bluthe. He lopes over and accepts it, opens it, and drinks it.
He cries out in what sounds like orgasm as a fist sized lump of flesh buds and expands on his crotch. The lump gains creases and then unfurls like a flower blossom, becoming lobular and fleshy. Professor Bluthe has grown a new vagina and vulva.
He shudders through another orgasm and then the new organ begins to swell and swell, hanging halfway to his knees. The flesh starts to inflate with blood standing outright and enveloping his legs, no, flowing around them, placing his legs actually inside the orbit of his labia. It looks sort of like the cunt skirt of that woman from the Serpent and Hood at first, but then swells and engorges further, standing like a flat disk of cunt flesh from his waist. It looks kind of like a hoop of cunt, or maybe a dirndl, with lobes of labia draping from it around a central, gaping vagina.
Professor Bluthe pants and groans again as his new clit, the size of a fist, splits open, grows an opening and swells into a penis glans. The new glans grows a shaft of flesh that is ten inches long and projects from the space between Bluthe’s pregnant belly and cunt hoop.
Next his face begins to reform in a way that is intimately familiar to me. His lips become fleshy and lobular as his mouth takes on a vertical orientation, overtakes his nose which becomes a clitoris and leaves him cunt faced.
I smile with my eyes.
"We match!"
He grunts in reply.
"Can't speak?"
He grunts and shakes his head, his pussy lips glistening.
"Want the next vial."
He nods vigorously.
I pick up the purple vial and hand it to him. He inserts between his facial labia and pours it down his throat.
His eyes lid in pleasure and he purrs through his pussy as every fibre of hair falls off of his body. His skin swells with subcutaneous fat, becoming perfectly smooth, and taking on a rubbery quality. His new skin takes on a greyish tone making him look vaguely dolphin-like.
Next his chest swells into a pair of modest but very perky breasts that rest on the swell of his taut belly. The nipples of these jut out sharply and swell and lengthen becoming aureola skin covered cocks complete with glans. The dicks spurt cum as they finish growing in.
Professor Bluthe makes a kind of howling noise and all three of his cocks: his new crotch one and his two nipple cocks suddenly extend in length dramatically and wave about as they become prehensile. This two nipple cocks are each two feet long and his crotch cock is at least five feet in length. They swing about like tentacles for a moment before Bluthe slips his crotch cock into his cunt and shoving both his nipple cocks into his mouth.
As he fucks himself I grab the final green vial and wave it around to get his attention.
"Yoo-hoo!"
Professor Bluthe looks up and without pulling his cocks out of his cunts lumbers forwards and takes the final vial. He slowly draws his nipple cocks out of his mouth and replaces ten with the vial and sucks down its contents.
At first it looks like nothing is happening, but then prof Bluthe begins to grind his upper arms against his sides and groaning. As I watch lobes of pink of labia flesh squeezes out from his armpit. Actually both armpits. He lifts an arm and I can see that he has grown a large, fleshy cunt in the armpit and presumably in the other one too. He keeps squirming, seemingly enjoying the sensation of his arms/forelegs grinding on his new labia and clits.
He groans again and paws at the back of his head. Turning his head sideways I can see that he is growing yet another cunt on the nape oh his neck that is angled upwards into the back of his skull. I giggle as it occurs to me that people could actually fuck his brains out now.
Professor Bluthe orgasms suddenly and all of his cunts squirt a sizeable blast of girl cum. He howls in pleasure as he gains his breathing back and pants. Oddly each breathe comes with a small puff of fluid and vaginal fluids are still sluicing off his face. And down his legs. And down his back, arms, and sides. All of his cunts seem to be continuously oozing pussy juices. Maybe permanently.
He smiles with his eyes and looks at his husband and then at me. He lumbers over to the pass through window meeting me, leans in, and presses his labial lips to mine in a kiss that feels lovely and makes my mouth cock stiffen.
He pulls back and looks at me, eyes glowing.
"Is this a thank you?"
He nods and leans in for another kiss, taking my now rock hard tongue cock into his cunt and mashing our mouth labia and clits together in a deeper kiss that is a combination of penetrative sex and scissoring. We grind our faces together purring and fucking.
In a brief moment of lucidity I notice that Bluthe’s husband is not in his stroller and, using his six cock tentacles, has skittered behind Bluthe and was poised to ram his cocks into his spouse’s new body. He slips one into Bluthe’s main pussy, another into each of his armpit vaginas, one into the cunt in the nape of his neck, and yet another into his anus. He takes his last cock and slides it into his own massive, giant lipped mouth in autofellatio. He starts to multiply fuck his husband.
As we all fuck, I feel Bluthe reach in with his hands and grab my shoulder cocks with his strong hands. I mew, and decide to slide my tail into my own cunt, growling at the feeling. I stroke my own crotch cock with my hands. Bluthe begins to rub my tits and ball udder with his three dick tentacles, which feels nice, and even better when he jams his nip cocks into my twin cleavages and tit fucks me.
And then I feel his main cock tentacle snake around down under me and slide past my occupied cunt and press instead against my asshole. The pressure of his cock on my asshole is relentless and soon his clock is squeezing through my sphincter and penetrating my anus. I squawk and shudder at the sudden hugeness in my ass, feeling myself stretching a little painfully.
But there is pleasure too as I feel the cock in my ass press down on something that makes stars explode in my head and my cock jump in my hands.
My prostate!
I must have a prostate now!
Mmm. As Bluthe starts to slowly, slowly fuck my ass I realise that being fucked in the ass is a much different, much better experience with a prostate. I moan and writhe on the clock tentacle, enjoying the double penetration of the cock in my twat and asshole. I could get used to this.
We fuck and fuck and orgasm and cum. I wet myself eventually, enjoying the flow of ejaculate. Bluthe cums on my tits and in my ass and I spew in his mouth-cunt and cum all over him with my main cock. Bluthe’s husband of course has cummed in him over and over and over again.
Eventually we all pull apart, sore and stiff and satisfied.
Bluthe’s husband tells him that he is beautiful and that he loves him. He climbs onto Bluthe’s shoulders and back and rides him off into the night promising to be back the next day for my release.
I could not be happier.
***
To see Miranda's body on Day 6: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15174839/
To see Professor Bluthe go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15174868/
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Oh man, this is the good stuff! Bluthe's transformation was a great read, and Miranda's new hair looks great with cold skin!
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Thanks everyone! I'm glad you are all enjoying it. Also a big thank you to everyone who provided the transformation vials: this was really interesting to write.
(Also don't worry if your vials are under-used. I have some plans.)
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IMHO one of the best - maybe THE best - story in the last months! I hope you'll write another one, soon :-)
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Well, I have plans for a bunch, and set up some sequels in this one, but right now Belial Idol eats up all my writing time, and I really want to actually finish it. So we'll see how soon before the next one.
Nothing this long again... this was tooooo long.
Still one chapter to go!
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Day 7: Morning
I wake up buzzing with excitement! I'm almost free! Free to move around and see Hendricks and...
... And live the rest of my life like this.
My various genitals tense in response.
I don't have much time to meditate on this as I see Emma walking with a naked, collared, muzzled, gloved and leashed Tandra across the college square.
I can see she has coffee and a takeaway bag in her hand. My pussy mouth waters obscenely.
I am struck by how oddly natural Tandra looks loping around on all fours, linked by a leash to her mistress. She really does look like a happy pet out for walkies.
She tugs on the lead stubbornly near a planter, drags Emma over, scrambles into it, and squats. She pisses and then, eyes lidded in pleasure, takes a shit right there in plain sight. Emma sighs, pulling out a poop bad and scooping up the turds while a very satisfied looking Tandra paws at some discarded trash.
This business concluded they resume their course to me and arrive. Emma wishes me a good morning and hands me my food, apologizing for not bringing me something more pussy face comparable. I tell her my mouth-count can handle solid foods and that I appreciate her delivery. Tandra meanwhile rears up in her legs and presses her face and tits against my cage, rubbing them around obscenely to get attention.
Tandra smiles as much as she can with her ball gag and makes eye contact with me. She can't talk but seems to be trying to communicate something important with me.
She stretches deeply, beautifully, and suddenly rears up onto Emma, pawed hands on her shoulders.
"What is it girl? What do you want?"
Tandra paws at a small vial hanging on a chain between Emma's cleavage.
"Careful girl! Don't break it!"
Tandra sighs through her nose and insistently paws at the vial again.
Emma's crotch face looks surprised and pleased.
"Oh! Are you sure?"
Tandra nods empathetically.
"I am so happy to hear that."
Emma is panting.
So is Tandra.
Emma reaches down and starts undoing the binding paw gloves on Tandra's hands and then unfastens her gag while Tandra unhooks her collar.
Tandra, shaking with arousal, stands up, rubbing her thighs together, and looks at Emma.
"I love you."
"I love you too!"
"Take good care of me."
"Always!"
Tandra looks over at me and smiles.
"Miranda, I could never have done this without you. Watching you go trough this, watching you transform, it's, it's really given me the courage to go through with this. Thank you and goodbye!"
Tandra opens the vial, brings it to her lips and swallows.
She gasps in pleasure and drops to all fours as her arms lengthen and her spine readjusts. Her body swells, becoming more muscular and strong, limbs becoming powerful legs ending in three-toed paws that have gecko like pads. Tandra is now as large as a horse and rippling with taut strength under her soft skin.
Her hair falls out of her head as her face looses definition and punches out in the now familiar shape of a penis glans with the urethral opening replacing her mouth and nose and her eyes peering out from it. Her neck lengthens and becomes cylindrical like a cock, growing four feet long and flexible allowing her to move her glans head around freely.
Her breasts swell on her chest and partially merge together, becoming something like a two lobed udder which hangs between her forelegs.
Meanwhile her cunt swells dramatically, growing obscenely fleshy labia that span from her belly button to the top of her asscrack, leaving her anus intact but surrounded by labia. She grunts animalistically and her cunt moistens in arousal. A stubby, thigh sized clit projects out of the top of the cunt like a docked tail on a dog and wags eagerly.
Finally the skin of her back begins to swell oddly and grow a leathery skin which glows and shapes itself into a saddle shape on her back. In the middle of the saddle another bump buds and grows into an impressive canine cock with the telltale bulges of a sizeable knot.
Tandra howls as the changes finish and I watch as the intelligence in her eyes diminishes.
Emma is squealing in joy and rushes over to the transformed Tandra, making placating noises and stroking her cock face. After smothering Tandra in kisses she walks along Tandra's new body, one hand trailing along her neck and back and then scrambles up into her saddle, shoulder cunt down, and adopts the same back bridge position she used when riding the other sex steed.
She lowers herself onto Tandra's canine cock and hisses and groans as it fills her vagina and swells, knotting her to Tandra and holding her in the saddle.
Tandra bucks suddenly and runs a few laps around my cage and then scrambles over it, Emma whooping and trying to get control. Tandra suddenly stops, reverses and presses her vagina right up against my open pass through window and rubs it's moist, animal smelling darkness all around.
I feel myself harden at the invitation.
I waddle over and slide my now aching primary cock into the cavernous, hot, slick space of Tandra's new body. I start to hump her, feeling a little disappointed at how loose she is, but then feel muscles start to clamp down tightening the fit. I am soon fucking my friend the animal and groaning through my cunt mouth and then jamming a shoulder cock into it and fucking my crotch cunt with my tail and oh god oh god oh god cumming in my friend in a firehose blast that empties my massive ball udder. In front of me Tandra lefts her cock head skyward and erupts in a fountain of spunk.
As I slide out of her, I see a very flushed and pleased looking Emma, still seated in the saddle. She looks at me between her thighs.
Emma: "Oh, This is so much better than my dreams!"
Me: "Wh-what did Tandra do to herself?"
Emma: "She made herself my pet, my steed. Forever!"
Me: "What does that mean? Is my friend still in there?"
Emma: "She realized her dream of being a sexual animal. Tandra is still Tandra, she still feels and loves and recognizes us, but she is a lot stupider and doesn't really grasp abstract concepts. She's... Like a really smart dog now."
Me: "Wow."
Emma: "It's what she wanted. What we both wanted. I promise I'll take really great care of her and give her all the love and affection she deserves. And I really hope you'll come visit her, you really mean a lot to her."
I promise to visit and pet Tandra on her dickhead when she comes around to nuzzle me. Emma wishes me luck and tells me she really wants to run with Tandra, something she has been dreaming about forever. And that they'll be back for when I leave. They turn, Tandra rearing up, and running off into the world with surprising speed and grace.
I wave at them, happy for my friend and verklempt over her changes.
****
Day 7: Afternoon
I spend the rest of the morning luxuriating in the glorious feeling of eating my breakfast with my cunt mouth followed by the also enjoyable sensation of cumming out my ass-semen when my coffee makes me have to shit. It's not a bad morning routine!
I survey the square and see that a record number of people have turned up. I see more than a few townies, and what seems like a pretty large portion of the campuses' students and faculty. It seems I have made a splash.
I see the usual groups too. The alchemists and engineering knots are still strong and the buskers are back. I see the transformation enthusiasts have come out in force as have the protestors. But, in something that makes me smile with my eyes, I see my counter protest is back and that it has grown and now dwarfs the anti-transformation activists. It is super cool!
I see professor Lipple arrive with the honours alchemists in toe. The alchemists stop a few yards off and stand in a group and Lipple herself strides forward with today's vials.
I swallow nervously, it turns out I'm very intimidated by the woman I've come to consider my nemesis.
Lipple: "So. You're almost there."
Me: "Last day."
Lipple: "Is it worth it?"
Me: "Yes! I feel wonderful! This body I'm growing into is incredible!"
Lipple: "I’m glad you think so, since this is all permanent. You mighty escape this cell, but what you've done to yourself here will be your burden, your prison for the rest of your life."
Me: "Oooooo! Mmm. That's kind of the point. What's your problem with transformation anyway?! You're an alchemist!!"
Lipple: "Because this, what you're doing, this recreational use of alchemy, is a problem."
Me: "How?"
Lipple: "Because dcum is a gift! It has the power to change lives! Have you ever thought of the good we could do with it? The diseases we could cure? The injuries? If we could learn to control it better, remove the impurities of sexual side effects we could save and help so many people!"
Me: "Alright, but what's so wrong with people like me who want the sexual transformations?"
Lipple: "You distract! You change the public perception: instead of thinking of dcum as a cure they think of it as a toy for perverts to make themselves into freaks. And then there is the effect on alchemists! You seduce the best of us away from tackling real problems and make us into magical cosmetic surgeons! Look what you've done to my very best students! In a week!"
Me: "Hey! You were the one who thought this would be a good exercise!"
Lipple: "I did, I do. This was a good test of their skills and a better test of their character. A test they weren't ready for, it seems."
Me: "Just because they like kinky transformations?"
Lipple: "Yes. I fear I've already lost them."
Me: "And you blame me?"
Lipple: "No... I blame myself. I should have taught them better...."
Me: "I think they have learned fine! And maybe they have something to teach you!"
Lipple: "I doubt it. I have thought about this for years and devoted my life to it, I hardly think I'll change my stance now. Here take these vials, finish your show. I hope you are happy and don't regret this."
Me: "I hope you are happy too..."
I accept the vials from doctor Lipple and give her the empty block from the night before. She glares at me and I smile bashfully with my eyes. She turns on her heel and strides back to her students to watch.
I set down the vials and take my dice and roll them simply.
They flash a kaleidoscope of colours and come to rest with orange showing.
Before I pick up the vial I survey the crowds and wonder if my last change will be a crescendo for them.
On a whim I pick up my dice and roll it again. It bounces and rolls and comes up red.
I shudder in excitement and pick up both the orange and red vial.
I open both and drink them one after another; orange and then red.
Almost immediately I feel an itchy feeling in my skin and I watch as I grow curly blue hairs on my body like a man: my upper arms, upper legs and ass become hairy. I grow a tuft of body hair at the top of my chest above my hairless tits and a treasure trail below them that stretches from below then to my hairless, smooth ball udder. I reach up to touch my face and feel stubble on my cheeks and sideburns leading down from my scalp.
I don't have time to dwell on that since I am wracked by a feeling a cramp in my tail and a hot swelling feeling where my tail meets my ass. I lift it aside and watch in the mirror as a pair of breast sized testicles in a hairless, smooth rubbery looking nutsack with a pair teats grows at the base of my tail.
My tail is now an right foot cock with its own balls that suspiciously like my already swelling crotch ball udder. I wonder if these new balls work the same way? As I watch, in arousal, they visibly swell. It would appear they will also grow gigantic until they are milked or relieved through ejaculation.
Suddenly my head pounds with a headache and then a splitting pain! My vision blurs and for a moment I lose myself in an explosion of light and agony. What happened?
I blink my eyes and see my face staring back at me, cunt mouth, cock tongue, blue hair, stubble, and a confused look on it's face that feels a lot like mine. I glance at the mirror, and see that I now have two identical heads growing from my shoulders. I’m two headed!
Except I can only see out of one set of eyes and while I can feel my whole body and seemingly control it, I can't feel or control the other head.
Am I now two people?
I don't have time to figure this out as the next wave of changes slams into me.
I feel a bulging feeling on my torso below my three tits. Me and my other head both glance down and watch, aroused, as the swelling flesh on our body begins to form into a pair of spheres. At first I think I am growing another pair of breasts, giving me five, but then I notice the two bulges share a bag of slightly wrinkly skin. I touch it and both my head and the other head gasp as I, we maybe, feel someone stroke out new breast sized chest testicles.
I gasp as a great pressure suddenly builds in my skull, a column of force begging for release. I gasp in shock as my long blue green hair falls out of my head and I turn to watch as the hair on my other head also loses it's hair and begins to stretch and warp. The other head, her, grows to a point upwards and swells, taking on a rubbery appearance and a dark pink colour. As it begins to take its final shape, I gasp as I realise what has happened: my two heads are now cocks with a glans on the tops of our heads and our faces are nestled in the split of the dickslit.
I feel a tingle go through my neck and watch my mirror face's trachea bulge oddly as it becomes slightly more like a cock shaft.
I can still feel the pressure building until suddenly feel it release as a boiling surge erupts from my heads Ina stream that seems to originate from the balls on my chest. It feels amazing as the cum rains down and drips off our head glans.
I feel a pushing feeling on my forehead, just below where my face meets my glans hat, and watch my mirror face as an eight inch cock emerges like a unicorn horn from our foreheads, and grows a pair of hanging balls that hang down into my vision.
I go to touch it and yelp as my, and my head twins, forehead cocks pop off our faces and fall to the floor!
We both grunt in pain at the feeling of the cocks smacking into the floor... Even though they are unattached. I look into the confused face of my mirror-head who looks back at me. She, and I guess, I, now have a small lump on our foreheads where the cock grew out of. We both stare at the cocks on the floor, feeling the sensation of them resting there.
I reach down and pick up the cocks, feeling the left one (the same side as my head) being embraced in my warm hand.
I have a dildo sized detached cock that I am mentally linked with!
Weird.
Also weird is my other head. I still can't feel it.
"Are you another person?"
I say it at the exact same time as the other head! Is the other head just dumbly parroting my first head? Or did this new person just thinking to ask the same thing at the same time?
"Okay, are you a person?"
Again at the same time.
"Okay, wait a sec, let me talk!"
Both my head and the other one are still speaking at the same time. There has to be a way.
"What if we took turns? Let's say the left hand head goes first then the right. Alternating."
Both of my bodies heads say this at the same time too, but now there is a system. Since I am the left head, I wait a few seconds and then speak.
"Hi."
The other face smiles and blinks.
"Hello."
Holy shit! The other head is another person!
"Holy shit! You are a person!"
"Holy shit! You are too!"
"I'm Miranda!"
"So am I."
"How can we both be Miranda?"
"Unless we are literally both her split into two new people!"
"Like a road with a fork in it!"
"Which would explain how we kept..."
"... Saying exactly the same thing."
"And thinking it. I knew you'd finish that sentence."
"And I knew you knew."
"Do you think?"
"That we'll start to bifurcate and actually start to develop into separate personalities?"
"You know I do."
"This is going to..."
"Take some getting used to."
"It's not as weird as the psychic dildo though, is it?"
"It's like you're reading my mind."
"It might as well be our mind right now."
"Wait! I feel like I have complete control of our body."
"So do I. I wonder if it only feels like that because we are in total agreement about what to do?"
"Does this mean that if we start to differentiate from each other we'll have a harder time moving?"
"Probably.... Want to fuck?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
"That's not true!"
"Guess I can't lie to myself!"
We smile at each other with our eyes, our tongue dicks engorging and projecting out of our cunt mouths. As one we both lean in and slide our mouth dicks into each other's face cunts and mash our labia together. The feeling is amazing. I know exactly what she wants, what she likes, and she knows me too. It's perfect.
In moments we both orgasm and cum with our mouth genitals. We separate in unison, each grab a shoulder cock and insert it into a face cunt and start to fuck those too. We jam our tail into our main cunt and, using our flexibility shove one of our dildo cocks, hers, into our ass and fuck it with it. With our other hand we take my dildo cock tit fuck ourselves.
I wonder if this different experience is starting the process of making is into other people. I know she wonders it too.
Our shoulder cocks erupt at once in our mouths and with them so do our back cocks and toes cocks. We decide to empty out bladder too and our cunt urethra begins to spew our seed all over our legs.
A moment later I feel cum in our ass as my body mate's dildo cock cums. At nearly the same instant I hear my other face scream in pleasure and feel a foreign feeling as a cock somewhere on my body erupts. I realise that my twins head glans has exploded with cum and that I felt it. I also realise that our head cocks seem to be linked to our disembodied cocks.
I take my dildo cock and shove it into the face cunt of the other me and enjoy the feeling of a stranger suck my cock until it erupts in her mouth-vagina, which makes me cry out as my skull penis explodes in a torrent of cum.
Together we reach down to our primary cock and begin to work that. Both our crotch udder-testicles and ass udder-balls have swollen dramatically. The crotch ones are as large as our torso and our ass ones are about half the size. We are basically pinned in place between the two huge, dragging masses of hot flesh. And so we stroke our cock and fuck our cunt with out tail until both erupt like firehouses shooting gallons of cum into our cell and womb. We both scream in pleasure.
And then we lean in to each other and press our cunt lips together in a kiss and say, simultaneously:
"I love you."
***
Day 7: afternoon
It is nearly time for me, for us, to escape our cell. But before I leave, we leave. I, we, want to take stock of ourselves and paint ourselves one last time.
We call for an alchemist in stereo and send him off to fetch a pail of hot water and a pail of cold water. We use these to paint ourselves. We paint our left side red with hot water and our right side blue with cold. It's a pretty cool asymmetric look which we suspect might further drive us into individuality.
We shuffle over to the mirror, dragging our tail and look at ourselves.
I head over to my mirror to check my body.
- We have two identical heads that each contain a separate if virtually indistinguishable person. Each face is split by a large fleshy cunt that has absorbed our mouths and noses. Our tongues are cocks which project out of our mouth counts and press wonderfully against our clitori. Our heads themselves are also cocks with massive penile glans which comprise the tops of our heads with our faces nestled in the dickslit gap.
- We are very tall and lithe, and extremely flexible. We have three large breasts on our chest and below them a pair of breast sized testicles in a mostly smooth scrotum. Our body is hairy with curly blue-green hairs and long furry fetlocks on our forearms and shins.
- Our skin looks human, but is sensitive to temperature and can be painted red with heat and blue by cold.
- On our crotch we have a large vagina with extra large labia that hang obviously from our body. We also have an inhumanly large cock and balls that are smooth and swell dramatically when we’re aroused or haven't emptied them of cum recently. They also have four nipples with which we can milk them. Our scrotum is currently as large as a cows udder and has nipples grown to the size of teats.
-From our ass we've grown an eight foot long serpentine tail that probably weighs as much as the rest of us. The tail is itself a cock with a large glans at its tip and a large pair of balls that hang from our ass. These balls are also in an expanding ball udder, but have two teats instead of four. At the moment, it is about the size of a goats udder.
- We have a series of other cocks spread around our body. We have five dicks of diminishing size spread down our spine, our feet end in a pair of large toe-cocks and we have a pair of large clocks on our collar bone that when erect are the perfect height to slip into our mouth cunts.
- Our insides have been changed so that our digestive system is cum based. Our saliva is semen, we pee semen which we ejaculate out of the urethra in our primary vagina, and we shit semen out of a dick in our asshole that only grows out when we need to poop.
- Finally, we have bumps on our foreheads that psychically link us to a pair of disembodied dildo cocks, that when they cum, cause our head cocks to ejaculate. They are strange, but we are excited to experiment with them.
We are very happy with our new body.
The time finally arrives for us to make our escape. We take our key and unlock the internal padlock indicating our desire to leave.
Katka smiles as she arrives baring her own key and using it to unlock her padlock and snapping a photo of the event.
A few minutes later Emma riding Tandra arrives and waves at me with her foot hand. She convinces Tandra to sit on her haunches and watch.
Not to long after the honours alchemists arrive, lead by Hendricks. They have Kai, Elise, Fraser, and the other engineers and alchemists who have watched the project from the start in tow. Hendricks steps forward, brandishes Professor Lipple’s key, and opens her pad lock. We share smiling eye contact.
Soon, Snootsy, Judgey and Pious show up with their new bodies and their pro transformation signs. They wave from a respectful distance.
Finally, loping along the ground is Professor Bluthe with his husband riding on his back as he makes his four legged way to the door. He lifts his key and unlocks the last padlock.
The door swings open.
And we launch ourselves into Hendricks waiting arms and bury him in a cunty, cocky, two headed kiss.
Tandra snaps a barrage of photos before she clears her throat and announces that the performance is officially over.
I’m too busy kissing the boy I've wanted to kiss for days to care.
Hendricks looks at me playfully.
"You look different."
"Actually, we look different." My bodies two heads say in unison.
"We?"
"I'm, we're actually two people now. One of the last vials made Miranda into two independent, but conjoined versions of her."
"Oh."
"We are still almost completely the same person which is why we are both saying the same thing at the same time, but we suspect that as time goes by we might grow into two very similar, yet different people."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that for now, we are Miranda and we both really like you and we intend to go on dates with you after we fuck your brains out."
"I can live with that."
I give him a peck on the cheek that my mirror does not.
I say: "We talked, and we'd like you to call me Miri, since I'm on the left."
My mirror face kisses him on the forehead.
She says: "And since I'm on the right, you can call me Andi."
"We will answer together to Miranda, but as time goes by and it matters more we hope you can grow into treating us as individuals."
"Okay."
"We also hope you are into polyamory since you have two of us that very much want to date you. And we would hate to have to fight each other over you."
"I think arrangements can be made!"
We kiss him again on the lips at the same time with our mouth cunts, dick tongues stirring.
Hendricks looks at us.
"This has been some adventure hasn't it?"
"Wait till you see what we have come up for Katka..."
The End.
To see Miranda's final form go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15227442/
To see Tandra and Emma go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15227470/
And stop by next week to learn what happens to Katka
Re: Body Art
Sorry folks, I've had a mad week so I haven't had the time to finish the Katka semi-sequel. You'll see it in the new year.
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