"Look alive everyone, we're almost there."  Patricia called from the driver's seat.  Our sound technician was a tall and willowy woman, with a raven bob haircut and pale skin.  Patricia had drawn the short straw and had been driving the last three hours of the trip.  We had finally arrived in Wasen, a large city on the south central coast of the Empire.
            About damn time, you can't believe how cramped it is back here." said Andrea, my camerawoman.  She was a dark as Patricia was pale, the shortest in the van as well as the most solid.  But considering she lugged around heavy camera equipment all day, a good chunk of her mass was muscle.
            "Don't lie, you loved me working on your hair the whole journey." said Sarah, our intern.  She was a journalism major at the local university who was tagging along over the holiday.  As I turned around to look I could see she was still braiding the rest of Andrea's hair.  While the dark skinned woman's thick hair only fell to her shoulders, Sarah's blonde braids went all the way to her butt.  She reminded me of the cheerleader stereotype, bubbly and blond, with a pretty face and killer figure.  Ten years ago I would have loved a body like that, though my attempts to dress sexy in college made me look like a librarian from a porn movie.  Now I was much wiser and could see my more girl-next-door looks, combined with my glasses, gave me an approachable yet sophisticated look.
            "You can have the passenger seat on the way back, once I no longer have to look pretty for the camera.  I'll either drive or let Sarah work on my hair."
            "Ooh, I hope you come back here with me Jacquelyn, your hair will be much more fun to work on than Patricia's."
            "Which would leave me driving again.  I'm not sure which is worse, that or spending days undoing the mess you'll inflict on my hair.  I still remember your spider webs from the Halloween Party."
            "I didn't mind.  I had to cover a huge storm the week after so having white streaks in my hair fit nicely." I said.
            Patricia drove us as close as we could get before the roadblocks, finally pulling our van into a nearly full lot.  People were getting out around us and streaming toward the center of town.  They were all volunteers, here to help set up the town's annual Festival of Lights.  As the place was already packed with just volunteers, I couldn't image how crazy it was going to be when the rest of the town showed up.
            Once we had all the gear out of the van I said, "According to our producer, our contact for the festival would meet us at the base of the clock tower."  I pointed at the tall, narrow building about two blocks distant.
            "How will we know who we're supposed to meet? Sarah asked.  "I mean, look at all the people."
            "Going to be hard to find places to set up for a good shot."  I heard Andrea mutter, glancing around.
            Ignoring Andrea I answered, "Karla's exact words were "You'll know her when you see her.""
            The four of us pressed our way through the crush of humanity.  While most seemed to be normal humans, about 20% or so were transformed enough to be obvious.  A trio of young woman strode past us in the other directions, their huge erections tenting the front of their skirts.  I saw a woman I thought was pregnant, until she turned and I saw another woman's face where her belly button should have been.  There were a handful of transformed males too, such as the guy who was so big and hairy I thought for a moment he was a walking bear.
            We managed to make it to the base of the clock tower and climbed the flight of steps at its base for a better view of the milling crowd.  Something caught my eye, a glow at the edge of my vision.  I turned to see what I thought was one of the cockwomen of Freya, but I had never seen one like this before.  She had the base form of a cock-woman, the lower torso of a woman with a giant penis for an upper torso.  However this cock-woman had several rings of watermelon sized breasts around her penis, at least a dozen in total.  Each had a different color or pattern and stranger still, they all seemed to be glowing faintly.
            "I'm going to guess that she's our contact."  Andrea said from beside me.  "Because if there's something stranger about, I might need to snag another roll of film from the van."
            The cock-woman must have spotted our little crew, as she started striding our way.  If possible, her colors seemed to grow even more vibrant the closer she came.  When the cock-woman got within handshake distance, I started to regret leaving my sunglasses in the van.
            The first thing the cock-woman said was, "Sorry about the lightshow, I get this way when I'm excited.  And having you here with us today, already an extra special day, has made me extremely excited."
            "I'm Jacquelyn Ray."  I said, holding out a hand.  "TTN news sent us out here to cover the festival.  Then I looked down at my hand and across at the cock-woman's armless body.  "Whoops, force of habit."
            To my surprise, I felt a soft pressure on my hand. It bobbed my hand a few times before letting go.
            "I'm normally more of a hug person myself, but with the way I'm shining I understand the reluctance to get any closer.  Plus I'd hate to ruin your lovely outfit with any…spillage.  Oh, how silly of me, I forgot to introduce myself.  Gretchen Nichols, director of the town committee for the annual Festival of Lights."
            After I introduced the rest of my crew, Sarah asked, "Can I give you a hug?  All the breasts look nice and soft."  Gretchen gave her an affirmative and our intern nearly sunk into Gretchen's body.  When they broke apart Sarah continued, "Wow, it must be awesome to have so many pretty breasts all the time."
            "It is, though occasionally very distracting.  Especially like right now when they get horny.  They all loved the compliment by the way."
            Sarah's cute face scrunched in confusion.  "Wait, how do they love the compliment?  Unless…are they all people?"
            "I see you don't know much about our festival.  I think I know our first stop."
            Gretchen led us across the square, to where an line of volunteers was forming.  Gretchen led us toward the head of the line and into one of the buildings surrounding the square.  Inside we found a small waiting room with numerous women filling out forms, which were being collected by a woman with the teats, udder, and horns of a cow.  She looked up as Gretchen walked into the room.
            "Director, what can we do for you?" the cow woman asked.
            "Oh, I just came over to see how the process was going along Terri.  We have some out of town guests who are filming our little spectacle for one of the major news outlets, so I decided to show them where the magic starts first."
            "Let me go check with Addicus on the back.  I'm sure he'll let them watch a transformation or two."  Terri disappeared through a doorway, only to return a moment later and motioned for us to follow.
            Behind the door was a short hallway that ended in another door and a bigger room beyond.  One wall of the room was taken up by large bins of clothing, while the other contained a conveyor that traveled to some other part of the building.  In the center though, was a machine that caught and held the eye.  The main body was a column seven feet tall and three across.  There was a section with the rough outline of a human upper torso, with a pair of real looking breasts sticking out.  The entire thing (sans the breasts) was covered in alchemical runes.
            "Is that…" Patricia started.
            "…a transformation machine?" Andrea finished.
            "Yep, a specially made mammarification machine, a gift to our town from Freya.  Before we got it festival preparations used to take weeks.  We had to use specially prepared D-cum baths and those take forever to work fully.  It appears we arrived before the process has begun, so prepare to see some magic."
            As if controlled by her words, I could sense a sort of hum fill the room.  At first I couldn't see any differences, then I noticed the breasts sticking out of the machine were…growing.  From what was exposed before I would have guessed the woman within to be roughly a C-cup.  But now they were big enough to rival Sarah's prodigious breasts.  Stranger still, the skin darkened to a fiery red not normally seen on mammals.  It seemed...shiny, almost...metallic.  When the process finished there was a pair of bright red, foot diameter spheres resting on supports in the front of the machine.  The roundness was broken only by the nipples on each.  They stood out like tiny silver towers.
            The machine opened, revealing the now empty hollow within.  All that was left of the woman who went inside was the two orbs in the front.  I could see them vibrating slightly, the two new women within testing the boundaries of their new form.
            "It looks like you have another pair of satisfied customers Addicus." Gretchen called.
            From around the back of the machine came a figure that was very hard for me to assign a gender to.  The basic body looked male, but the three rows of vagina tipped breasts and pussy that nearly stretched to the knees below seemed to suggest female.  Then there were the twin penis tails with three huge testicles hanging from the figure's ass and the fact most of its face was taken up by a large anus, throwing conventions completely out the window.
            "Ah, Madam Director, I didn't know if you would have enough time in your busy schedule to visit my workshop this year."  His eyes flicked past her to take in my crew.  "And I see you brought guests, splendid."
            "Jacquelyn Ray, I'm covering the Festival for TTN."  I said, stepping forward to shake one of Addicus's many hands.
            "Addicus here is the Avatar of Freya who first brought this amazing machine to our small town.  He must have really liked it, as he's stuck around ever since."
            "I found this town has just the right ratio of hustle and bustle to rural charm.  It's close enough I can get to where I need to go in my duties as one of the Great Demoness' Avatars, but quiet enough I can work on some of my other projects."
            "Speaking of which, you'll have to show me your latest soon."
            Addicus bowed, "Of course, once it's finished.  I have Blanca up to nearly 50 stone now, it won't be much longer until I can start molding her.  As soon as I'm done, you'll be the first to know."  The look he gave Gretchen made me suspect there was something going on between them.  The avatar's giant vagina certainly looked big enough to fit Gretchen's cock torso, something that probably wasn't too common outside the Realm.  Then again, it could just be my imagination.
            "If you'll excuse me a second, I need to get what's left of Hattie here on to her next stage."  Addicus used his multiple arms to pick up each breast-woman and carry them over to the conveyor belt.
            "In the next room, they'll be pierced through the nipple with the thick ring that will be used to hang them." Gretchen explained.
            "You can hang all that mass from just a single piercing?" Patricia asked skeptically.
            "One of the special modifications to our machine is to strengthen the nipple, allowing it to support the breast-woman's mass comfortably. Piercing is also possibly the wrong word.  Each nipple has a hollow running through it sideways, surrounded by gripping muscle and closed with a sphincter on both ends.  The ring is slid into the hollow, allowing the breast-woman to grip tightly to it.  Once the ring is in place, the breast women will have another conveyor ride out to where our volunteers are hanging them up for tonight."
            "But what about after tonight?" Sarah asked sadly.  "I mean, they're essentially giant ornaments now."
            "A few go back to their families, where they live much like normal breast-women.  As for the others, after the festival many of them walk away with new owners.  They get to see the world for a year before returning for the next festival.  Those that remain get to have some fun as well.  They get placed in what Addicus refers to his charging room.  Each breast-woman is set on a vibrating anal and vaginal plug, which constantly runs in alternating patterns.  The walls of the room show nonstop pornography, to add to the breast women's arousal.  However, the room is enchanted to prevent the breast-women from cumming.  As they build up trapped sexual energy they start to glow, so much so that any normal person who walked in unprepared would probably be blinded.  They continue to glow until midnight tonight, when Addicus releases his spell and allows them to finally cum.  Our version of fireworks."
            "And entire year stimulated to the brink, yet unable to cum.  That must be maddening." I said.
            "And yet they love it.  I put a policy in place that all of our Festival Light volunteers have to spend at least a year there with one of their halves.  Some like it so much they want to be put back in the charging room every year."
            "But what about the woman we just saw, she wasn't glowing?" Sarah asked.
            "Don't worry, the breast women who don't spend time in the charging room are able to feed off the stored sexual energy of those who did.  They might not glow quite as bright, but they'll still be able to put on a good showing."
            While we were talking, Addicus left the room and came back with the next woman to be transformed.  She was older than I expected, probably in her late forties.  Her curly brown hair had some streaks of grey and the laugh lines around her eyes showed experience.  The most noticeable part of her was the large pair of breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt.
            "I thought it would add to your story if you could interview one of the women I will be transforming today." Addicus explained.
            "Jacquelyn Ray from TTN."  I said, holding out a hand for her to shake.  Andrea readied her camera while Patrica made sure her mikes were working properly.
            The woman returned the handshake.  "Alma Patton.  What I'm doing today is fulfilling my part in a tradition that has been passed down through my family for generations.  My great, great, something grandmother was one of the founders of this town.  She was also one of the first transformed into a Festival Light.  When her daughter reached her majority, one of the breast women halves merged into her daughter.  When that woman's daughter was old enough, she merged with her daughter's breasts.  And so on and so forth through the ages."
            Alma unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra, allowing us all a good view of her breasts.  They were quite large and abnormally spherical, with fat nipples the size of Alma's fist.  Each sparkled with dozens of colors from each of the women trapped within.
            "My daughter Nadine turned 18 this year." Alma continued.  "She's eager to carry on the family tradition.  I'm looking forward to getting closer to her, as well as all the women on my maternal line.  From what the experts can tell a sort of hive mind exists in there and I can't wait to join them.  As for the other me, I'm thinking of a five year stint in the charging room before going out to see how the world has changed.  Or maybe I'll be one of the ones who stays in there forever, only coming out and cumming once a year."  Alma shuddered in pleasure at the thought.
            Addicus gave us a few more minute for the interview before breaking back in.  "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we do have a long line of people to mammarify today."
            "I think we got enough, so I won't stand between Alma and her destiny any longer."
            I thanked Alma one last time for the interview and she asked me to spread her story far and wide.  "I would love for others to learn what I have done so they can start their own traditions.  The feeling of love and connection is impossible to replicate."
            With that she stepped into the mammarification machine.  The doors closed and the top slid down, leaving only Alma's large, multicolored breasts exposed.  I watched in fascination as the machine started to hum and the breasts grew larger, stopping only when they reached the size of beach balls.  I could only imagine the ecstasy Alma was undergoing, her mind melding into that of her ancestors while her body turned into one large erogenous zone.  My crew looked on in wonder as the machine opened up, revealing the cavity within.
            After a few more seconds of silence I stepped closer to the machine.  "Alma, can you hear me?"
            "Alma is gone." two voices said in stereo.  "Only ARKLGLVABBA remains."  That caused me to take a step back in alarm.  "Do not fear, we are the meld of all the women of our line and we are overjoyed another of our daughters has joined us."
            Addicus got to work, picking up ARKLGLVABBA's new forms one at a time and carefully carrying them over to the conveyor.
            "Wow." was the only thing I could say.  By the way the rest were nodding, they were all similarly dumbstruck.
            "I guess that concludes this part of the tour." Gretchen said.  "If you'll follow me I'll take you to…"
            "Wait!" Sarah blurted.  She flushed as we all turned to look at her.  "It doesn't have to be over, does it?"  At our blank looks she continued, "I know I promised to be your intern over the break and all but…I was wondering if…if you would mind if I went through the process as well?"
            "You want to become a Festival Light?" I asked, slightly confused.
            Sarah nodded.  "I know, it sounds crazy.  I just found out about these things and yet…when I picture what happened after Alma stepped into the machine I get all gooey inside.  I wonder what it would be like, to be almost completely helpless and reliant on others, yet revered because of it.  I wonder what it's like to spend a day hanging in the sky, then be returned to a box filled with my endless frustrated kin.  I wonder….is it worth it…"
            "My dear, you are the only one who can answer that."  Addicus noted sagely.  "However, if this is your wish I will let you jump the line so your friends can watch you transform.  We just need you to sign a few sheets first."
            Three minutes later a naked and very nervous looking Sarah stepped into the mammarification machine.  "Jacquelyn, I just wanted to say thanks for letting me do this."
            "Who am I to stand in the way of a woman whose dream is to spend the rest of her life as a giant pair of boobs?"
            Sarah gave one last wave as the doors closed, leaving only her large breasts exposed.  They grew even bigger as the machine hummed to life and dissolved the rest of Sarah's body into her breasts.  A minute later the doors opened to reveal the emptiness inside, leaving the two beach ball sized spheres as all that remained of Sarah.  Each immense orb was a shiny blue with the images of a horde of naked women having a snowball fight.  Though the pictures were cartoonish, each bore a striking resemblance to the woman who had gone into the machine.
            "Sarah, how do you feel?"  Patricia asked.
            I could see the breasts wriggling as the newly split Sarahs inside adjusted to their new forms.
            "This is fucking amazing." said the one on the left.
            "Everything's so sensitive, it's unbelievable." agreed the one on the right.
            "Of course, that happens when your entire body is made of breast tissue." Gretchen noted.
            "I can't wait to give myself a workover, cumming must feel amazing like this." said the one on the right.
            "I'll rub you if you'll rub me." the one on the left offered.
            "You two can play with yourselves later, once we've had you hung.  Oh, and you're under the same enchantment as the Festival Lights from the charging room, so you won't be able to cum until midnight."
            "Ah, was that to stop us from playing with ourselves?" one breast asked.
            "No silly, it's so we can build up some sexual energy and glow like the other lights." answered the other.
            "As much as it had been an honor to have you and your crew in here Mistress Jacquelyn, I must ask you to leave.  Progress has slowed much since your arrival and I have many other lovely ladies to mammarify before nightfall." Taking the hint, those of us who were still independently mobile made ready to leave.
            "Bye Jacquelyn, bye Andrea, bye Patricia, hopefully I'll see you all later." both breasts chorused as Addicus carried them over to the conveyor belt that would take the Sarahs on to the rest of their lives.  I had to stop and wipe a tear from my eye as I stepped out of the room.  I had only know Sarah a few months, but we had developed a sisterly bond.  I was going to miss her.
            As we stepped outside Gretchen leaned back to check the time on the clock tower.  "Oh good, that didn't take too long.  If we hurry we might be able to make it before they install the tree."
            As we followed Gretchen through the crowd I said, "Our producer, Karla, insisted we get footage of that event, so I'm glad we won't miss it."
            The four of us walked through the square and down a short street lined with stores.  Soon we came to another open square, this one with a large, grass covered hill in the middle.  A ring of plastic barricades had been placed around the perimeter to keep out the volunteers.  Gretchen led us right to the gap, where a bored looking Freyan anus-woman was balancing on one leg and using her other to check a clipboard.
            "I hope we're not too late Beth." Gretchen said to the anus-woman as we approached.
            "We wouldn't do this without you Madam Director, you know that.  After how many years in charge you still don't trust us?"
            "13 years, which is longer than my three predecessors combined.  I've managed to survive that long by trusting, but verifying.”
“Did you get that phase from my engineer husband, it sounds like the things he always says?"
            "How is Robert?  I haven't seen him here today."
            "He's at home, looking after little Anita.  He'll be along when the action starts.  Or at least he better.  I'm so horny he's going to have to tie me to the bed and fuck me all night.  We've been wanting to give Anita a sibling..."
            The women talked a minute longer before Beth said, "There they are, about time."
            I looked over to where she pointed to see a group of a half dozen people walking toward us.  All but one were completely naked, and in the lead was…"Karla!?!"
            My boss smiled and waved in our direction.  "Jacquelyn, glad you made it here safely.  I see Gretchen has been looking after you like I asked."  Her eyes flashed over our group as if counting.  "Hang on…I thought you were bringing the intern, Sarah, with you?"
            "We…did.  Gretchen took us to visit the mammarification machine and…she decided to become a Festival Light."
            "Good for her, a lovely transformation option.  I've considered doing it a few times over the years, was thinking it would be a fun way to spend my retirement.  But then my number finally came up for the Tree and I find myself here instead."
            "Just what exactly are you all doing out here butt naked anyway?" Andrea asked.
            "As you know, I'm originally from this town and grew up attending the Festival.  At the heart of the Festival is the Tree of Lights, a living tree made by conjoining five individuals together."  Karla motioned to the naked men and women beside her.  "Hundred apply to become the tree each year, but only five are randomly selected.  I've been applying for almost twenty years and I finally got lucky."
            "But what about after the festival?"
            "The local avatar moves us to the refuge outside of town.  It's populated with Trees of Lights dating back hundreds of years.  I used to love camping there growing up, now I get to spend the rest of my life there sheltering the next generation."  A look of serenity filled Karla's face.
            "As much as I'd like to stay here and chat, we really do have a schedule to keep." said the only clothed member of the group, a middle aged man dressed in the white lab coat I tended to associate with alchemists.  "Hanging hundreds of Festival Lights takes time and we need to give the volunteers as much time as possible."
            Karla quickly said goodbye before hurrying to join her naked brethren at the top of the hill.  They stood in a circle, facing inward and pressing their bodies against one another.  The alchemist walked around them in a circle, spraying the group with what appeared to be an oversized spray bottle.  By the white sheen it left on their naked flesh before getting absorbed, I knew it to be filled with D-cum.
            The alchemist must have been satisfied with his coating as he took a few steps back and said, "Alright, be ready people.  Here is comes."
            I flicked my eyes over to ensure Andrea was still filming before squinting to get a better look at what was happening.  I could hear sounds of pleasure coming from the huddled mass as their flesh seemed to melt.  After maybe thirty seconds there were no longer discernible people, just a giant column of quivering multi-toned flesh.  Fueled by transformative energy, the column grew both taller and wider.  It finally stopped when it rivaled the nearby buildings for height, I guessed around thirty feet tall.  The very tip distorted, molding itself into a familiar bell end.  Holy shit, Karla had just become a giant dick tree.
            But the transformation wasn't over yet. Fleshy spheres started growing around the base, turning into a ring of encircling testicles bigger than I was.  At random spots on the tree huge breasts inflated out, their nipples growing long enough to mimic branches.  A couple breasts grew out multiple branches, reminded me of an udder.  Perhaps that had been a small set of goat horns I had seen on one of the other women.
            The transformation finished with the branches growing out in a rough cone shape, with a wider base and skinnier top.  The lowest branches were ten feet off the ground, leaving a gap between them and the testicles at the base.  In my mind, it made the Tree of Lights look like a giant butt plug.
            As a stream of volunteers appeared, carrying the scaffolding they would need to hang the Festival Lights, Gretchen said, "I'm going to have to leave you now.  There are a few other things I need to check on.  Feel free to interview any of the volunteers and pitch in with the work."
            I thanked the cock-woman for her assistance and she disappeared into the swarming masses.  "You heard the woman, it's time to get to work."
            Two hours later I sat on a small bench and took a break, staring up at a tree that was almost completely covered in Festival Lights.  After doing a handful of interviews, Andrea and Patricia ditched their gear and all three of us helped carry Festival Lights up the tree.  I was amazed at the variety.  Some were a single color, like the unknown breast-woman we had first seen at the mammarification machine.  Others had designs like Sarah or multicolored swirls like the breasts Alma had turned into.
            I pinned my recorder to my lapel and interviewed several of my loads.  Each was only too happy to tell me their story.  Some were veterans of many trees, excited that their favorite time of the year had finally arrived.  Others were fresh transformees, eager to be hung for the first time.  Then there were the ones who had spent the year in the charging room, nearly incoherent with how badly they wanted to cum.  All the Festival Lights literally glowed in excitement, so I was glad the volunteers were issued protective goggles.
            Having caught my second wind, I looked around for signs of the rest of my crew.  I didn't see Andrea, but Patricia was over by the stage talking to a pair of men dressed as technicians.  As I walked her way I could hear Patricia say, "I don't care if these have worked for the past ten years.  Look at the insides, they're a mess. I'm amazed they make noise at all, even static.  I'm sorry guys, but these speakers are officially DOA.  The control board is little better, but I might be able to salvage it with some of the gear I have in the van."
            The younger technician scratched his head and said, "But they have to work.  We're running all the festival's sounds through here.  We can't have the Festival of Lights without music."
            "What's going on?" I asked Patricia as I got close.
            She shook her head sadly.  "What's going on is the Festival's entire sound system should have been redone years ago.  It's literally running on tin cans and wire in a few places.  I really want to help, but even with my expertise I'm not sure where's much I can do."
            "There must be something." said the older technician.  "I can try boosting the signal strength again."
            "That would only burn the system out even more.  Listen guys, I know how much the Festival means to the people of this town and I'd do anything to help, but it just isn't going to happen.
            "There is one thing we can try." said the voice of another newcomer.  "Try picturing the perfect sound system in your mind."
            "I can picture it all I want, but it would never get here in time.  Hell, this entire thing would need to be built custom to handle such a large space.  Personally, I'd design a system of universal speakers that had enough juice to run under their own power for the whole night.  Then I'd have to design mounting arrays that would work on numerous surfaces.  And then there's the matter of signal connection…hey, what are you doing?"
            I stepped to the side to see the other voice belong to the alchemist from earlier.  His transformative spray bottle was back in his hands and he was unleashing its contents on Patricia.
            "You did say you'd do anything to help." the alchemist said as he continued to spritz her.  "Now you can, by becoming the system the festival needs."
            "I meant parts and supplies, not turning myself into a replacement system." Patricia said a bit angrily.
            "It's too late to quibble on that point now, what's done is done.  Now focus, picture in your mind the perfect sound control and deliver system for a large event."
            Patricia took a step toward the alchemist but wobbled unsteadily.  She caught herself on the side of one fritzy speaker, then looked down in horror as her body seemed to melt into it.  Patricia stretched like a liquid as her body wrapped around the  man sized black box.  She struggled mightily, but only succeeded in knock the box over.
            I rushed over to help but the alchemist stopped me.  "It's already too late.  Let's give your friend a chance to see what she can come up with."
            While I stood there impotently and watched, I wished I knew where Andrea had stashed her camera.  Having the transformation on video would make losing my sound tech a little less painful.
            As I watched, Patricia's body swelled into a hemisphere around eight feet across.  The circular base squished into an oval just as four fat protuberances burst from the skinny ends.  They shaped themselves into rounded legs with blunt ends.  Indentions opened at the skinny ends, making me think Patricia was turning into some sort of giant tortoise.
            Then the upper surface of the hemisphere started bubbling.  At least that's what it looked like.  I corrected myself a moment later when I realized what I thought were bubbles were actually dozen of breasts of all sizes.  Some looked no bigger than my fist, while a few around the base looked larger than me.  They grew to cover the entire surface of Patricia's "shell."  Each was topped by a wide areola and short, squat nipple.  The areolas were concave making each breast look like a speaker.
            I saw movement at what I thought of as the creature's front as something emerged from the indention.  It was a sphere the size of one of the smaller Festival Lights, the surface area almost entirely composed of a fleshy vagina.  It was attached to a fat tube that retreated deeper into the body.  On the other side I could see several smaller vagina tipped tubes waving like tails.  Finally, a four smaller indents appeared around the base of the shell.  Long skinny dick tentacles poked out of them and waved lazily in the air.
            I took a hesitant step toward the thing that had once been my friend.  "Patricia…are you ok?"
            The bobbing vagina in front turned to face me just before a wave of sound assaulted my ears.  "Ok, are you kidding?  This is awesome."  I had to cover my ears to prevent from going deaf.  The sound seemed to come from all the speaker breasts growing on her shell.
            "Whoops, sorry.  Not yet used to my own volume."  This time the words were much quieter, but there was still a bit of an echo.  "Better?"
            "Much."
            Patricia took a careful step, waddling due to her bulk.  Patricia marched up to the alchemist who transformed her, who gulped as she approached.  "I'm sorry I took your words as implied permission to perform my craft."
            "Oh, you'll be begging for mercy alright." Patricia blasted, raising her head until she was face to pussy with the alchemist.  "You'll be begging for mercy all night long as I screw your lights out."
            "Wait, what?" he looked confused.  "You're not mad?"
            "Oh I'm mad alright, mad that you didn't ask.  Which is why I'm going to punish you all night long."  Patricia leaned in and squashed her vagina over the alchemist's face in a kiss.  Not even bothering to pull away she continued,  "But this body you gave me…I can't believe how cool it is.  I've been fascinated with manipulating sound my whole life and now I'm literally a walking sound system.  For that, I'm going to make you very satisfied for several days after the festival."
            We spent the next hour playing with Patricia's new body.  She had a lot of fun experimenting with making her voice come from only certain speakers on her back.  We found out all her vaginas doubled a microphones, which led to a lot of jokes about how she was going to be a screamer when she finally got fucked.  The alchemist, who I found out was named Darrel, and I tried talking into two vagina-phones at once and Patricia found she could route the sound independently among her breasts.
            But the coolest thing, at least in my opinion, were the breast speakers on Patricia's back.  They were detachable, stuck to Patricia by a vagina on the back side of each speaker that slotted into a corresponding phallus on her shell.  Each speaker had four retractable, suckered tentacles around the vagina, allowing them to conform and stick to almost any surface.  Even better, when I walked away with one we discovered Patricia's mana senses extended to her speakers, allowing her to monitor the area around each one.  We found I could move her breast several hundred yards away without any losses.  Patricia confessed watching me go was a bit disorienting, but hoped with practice she could view multiple areas at the same time.
            Darrel had to leave at the hour mark, to assist the alchemists who were overseeing the Festival Candelabras.  From what I understood they were the male equivalent of the Festival Lights, males that transformed into little more than seven large dicks sprouting upward in a line.  When they got excited, the glans on each dick started to glow.  According to Darrel, the town didn't have anything as efficient as the mammarification machine, so each transformation had to be done with a specially prepared D-cum mixture.  This was both expensive and time consuming, which is why there were much few Festival Candelabras than Lights.
            Patricia, the two technicians, and I were about to go start placing Patricia's speaker breasts when Andrea found us.  To my surprise her entire figure was on display, wrapped in a skintight light blue latex catsuit.  As she approached Andrea called out, "There you are Jacquelyn, I've been looking all over for you and Patricia."
            "Well you found us.  Nice suit."
            "Thanks.  I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I'm afraid I won't be working with you any more after tonight."
            "Why not?" I asked, a bit flabbergasted.
            Andrea looked sheepish.  "I…uh…pulled a Sarah.  After we were done decorating the Tree of Lights, I got roped into helping set up the booth for one of the local charities.  I found out Giving Hope does a lot of good work in both the Empire and the Realm.  Right now they're looking for donations for poor children in some of the more isolated towns both here and in the Realm.  Can you believe some of them are so poor they've never received a New Year's gift?"
            "Unfortunately yes.  But what does this have to do with you pulling a Sarah?"
            "When I said donate, I didn't mean give money or go out to the store and return with a toy.  They're looking for people to donate themselves to become toys." At my blank look she continued, "The suit I'm wearing is lined with a very special D-cum mixture.  It's already permanently bonded to me and right now is slowly changing my insides.  In a few more hours it will start to tingle and the latex will run up my face, letting me know it's time to get back to the booth.  About a half hour after that my transformation will be complete, I'll be a giant testicle filled with fluid and toys.  All they'll have to do is pop me open and dry everything off.  Then all the little bits of me will be boxed up and given to needy children.  The best part is my consciousness will be linked between all the toys, so I'll get to watch all the kids grow up."
            "That's…really noble of you." was what I managed after several seconds of trying to figure out what to say.
            "Thanks, I'm really looking forward to not being me anymore.  No more hard work, just lounging around all day and making children happy.  I just need to find Patricia so I can break the news to her."
            "Oh, she might be closer than you think."  I thumbed at the giant speaker tortoise standing next to me.
            Patricia's vagina face twisted around to look at Andrea.  "That idea does sound really cool.  What type of toy are you going to be?"
            "Patricia?" Andrea exclaimed.  "You're…you're…"
            If it was possible for a pussy to smirk, Patricia was certainly trying.  "I recently put on a little bit of weight."  Patricia paused, twisting her head around to study her massive body.  "Perhaps more than a little."
            "I'll say.  You look so bizarre and yet…for some reason the look suits you."
            "Thanks, I'm looking forward to giving myself a test run tonight.  By the way, you never answered my question about what you're becoming."
            Looking embarrassed, Andrea turned around and presented her ass to us.  One of her butt cheeks had the image of the ruler of the Realm, the Great Demoness Freya.
            "You're going to turn into a bunch of Freya dolls?" I confirmed.
            Andrea turned back around and nodded.  "As I was the first to volunteer I got my choice of which toy I wanted to be.  I figured turning into a bunch of foot tall Freyas would make me popular.  Especially as everything is perfectly proportioned."
            "Everything?  I bet the girls are going to love you when they start sexually experimenting.  You'll transition from doll to dildo with that chunk of meat between your legs."
            "That…may have been a greater than minor reason for my decision.  The woman running the booth assured me I'd retain full sensitively down there, possibly a bit more as the rest of my skin will be dulled.  As I'm a living doll, sustained on mana, I should even be able to cum with enough stimulation."
            "Being fucked at the same time across a dozen of your bodies, that sounds like fun.  I wonder if I could do something similar with my breasts."
            The three of us continued talking as we distributed Patricia's breast speakers across downtown Wasen.  Her long side tentacles were extremely helpful for placing breasts in high locations.  When they were all in place Patricia decided to head back to the stage with the technicians so they could get her set up.  She was really looking forward to testing her system.  Andrea meanwhile wanted to head back to the charity booth where she would act as a product demonstrator until her remaining time was up.  I gave her a hug goodbye, saddened by the fact this was the last time I would see Andrea.  As the group walked away, I had to work to keep tears from my eyes.
            I sat on a bench and watched the people around me.  Inside I was battling against the sadness building inside me.  My team was forever broken. Some I had worked with for years, others I was just getting to know.  But with their current forms there was no way they could continue hunting stories with me.  Sarah was hanging up there somewhere in the sky and Andrea was on her way to becoming a bag of shemale demoness dolls.  Patricia was still able, but far too large to transport easily.  Plus with her newfound gifts there were other paths now open to her.  I could see her being hired to provide sound for events all over the Empire.
            Each had gotten transformed and each had found happiness.  Was that the solution to how I was feeling inside?  Go out and give up my humanity?  Was the happiness worth my body, my friends, my career, my family?
            My existential crisis was interrupted by a voice from beside me.  "Umm, excuse me.  I was hoping you could help me with a problem."
            I looked up to see a pretty woman with short dark hair standing beside me.  "Maybe, what did you need?"
            She pointed at the plastic card hanging from the lanyard on my neck.  "I saw you have a senior staff badge and I was hoping you could help me get a van and truck in here to set up for the festival."
            I looked down at the card, only now noticing what it said.  Gretchen had given it to me before she left, to allow me access to wherever I need to go for my story.  "I'm actually not staff, I'm a reporter covering the event.  But I don't have anything else to do right now, so I can at least help you find someone who know what to do."
            I recognized a man who was in charge of decorating the Tree of Lights and led the woman over to him.  I found out her name was Karena and she was a nurse at the local Regina center.  Together we managed to get the proper permission and some helpers to set up the Regina booth and viewing area.
            Regina had a mid sized truck, which drove in followed by a passenger van.  The truck was strange, it had mirrored black panels on the sides of the cargo area.  After parking, the driver's side door opened and a woman stepped out, looking like a cross between a human and a horse.  Her legs were hooved and digitigrade.  Her hands had chunks like her hooves instead of fingers, with a separate chunk for a thumb.  Her face was equine, a long muzzle and a mane of blonde hair that stood in contrast to her darkly tanned skin.  Then there was also the fact she was completely naked, displaying large, pierced breasts and a very unladylike equine penis and testicles hanging from her crotch.
            "About time Karena." the horse woman called to us.  "Our charges were getting restless."
            "Are you sure that wasn't due to your driving Jenise?" Karena joked.  Then she gestured to me and said, "This is Jacquelyn.  She'll be helping us set up."
            Jenise's glare was hard enough I almost felt physical pressure.  "A volunteer, good.  Let's get to work."
            Jenise went to the back of the truck and undid the door, sliding it skyward.  I was right beside her and was bowled over by something bursting out from the rear of the truck.  My butt hit the ground painfully and I was away of something big practically sitting on me.
            "Bad Diggie, bad!" I heard Karena shout and the mass got off me.  I sat up and rubbed my head, a bit stunned.  Karena knelt down beside me, checking for obvious injuries.  "Jacquelyn, as you alright?"
            "I think so, just startled."  Jenise reached down and I gripped her strange hand so the horse woman could pull me upright.  "What hit me?"
            "That would be Diggie.  He's always been hyperactive, but with the intelligence of a smart dog there isn't much we can do besides trying to train him out of it."
            I looked down at the strange creature that was sniffing at my shoes.  It's body was a giant penis, easily four feet long and two in diameter.  Diggie had four legs like a dog's and a short, fluffy tail, but most other details were obscured by the thick coat of curly black pubic hair that covered the creature's body like a coat of fur.
            Normally I would have been very weirded out after getting tackled by such a creature.  But after the strange day I'd had, a little weirdness was almost comforting.  I knelt down and scratched just under the flange of Diggie's glans.  Diggie let out happy sounds and rolled over so I could rub his belly.  While running my hands through the thick hair, I discovered a very large dick and balls hidden in the fuzz.  I gave them a playful squeeze before standing back up.  "Sorry Diggie, I need to go help your caretakers unload.  If you're a good boy and don't tackle me again, I promise to continue your belly rub."
            The next half hour was spent unloading the Regina patients into a set of stands by the Tree of Lights.  Most of them were immobile, little more than giant genitals with the occasional eye as evidence there was a person inside.  A few could still talk and we chatted as I carried them to spots with good views.  They told me of changing by accident or intentionally, but all agreed it was the best thing that ever happened to them.  The whole time Diggie stayed by my side.  He even helped carry a few of his brethren that were dexterous enough to ride on his back.
            "I think you've made a friend for life with your promise of that belly rub." Jenise noted as we went back for another load.
            I made a face of mock shock as I looked down as Diggie.  "Is that why you've been following me?"  His response was to flop over and expose his belly.  "We still have a bit more to do, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I rested for a minute."
            As I was playing with Diggie, Karena walked over.  "You two make a cute couple." she joked.
            "He's grown on me." I admitted.  "It must be all the hair."
            "Yea, the hair.  It's not the fact he's a phallus the size of a large dog."
            "I can just picture the looks on the faces of my neighbors if they saw me walking him down the street."
            Karena's face went thoughtful.  "You could, if you wanted to."
            "What do you mean?"
            "We bring patients out here every year so they can watch the festival, but that isn't the only reason.  Many of them are tired of the group home and are looking to get into the world again.  They don't have families anymore, or at least don't have one willing or able to care for them."
            I looked down at the furry creature at my feet.  "Diggie doesn't have a home?"
            Karena shook her head.  "He was found wandering into town from one of the nearby forests.  A demon set up shop there for a while, turning hikers and campers into animalistic genitals.  Finally the local avatar called in a few of his siblings and they took care of it.  But we were still left with about a dozen of its victims.  A few we could identify from birthmarks or tattoos and we gave them back to their families.  Diggie though…no one ever came forward.  Diggie isn't even his or maybe even her real name, just the name we gave him at the center."
            I gave Diggie a firm rub on his flank.  "That's really sad."
            "As I was saying, one reason we bring some of our patients out here is to find people willing to adopt them."
            I looked from Karena to Diggie.  "You're asking me if I want to adopt him?"
            "You two do seem to be getting on really well."
            "I wish I could, gaining a new friend would help with the sadness of losing a few others recently.  But with my crazy long hours and frequent trips, I would feel bad about leaving him at home."
            "Jenise and I realized that might be a problem for a lot of potential caretakers so we came up with a solution.  We worked with a local alchemist to create a mixture to merge patient and caretaker.  If Diggie was a part of you, then there would be no problems with you taking him everywhere."
            "Merge with Diggie…" I said this as much to the air as Karena.  I looked down at the creature beside me, happily sniffing at my shoes.
            "It's not something you have to give me an answer on right away.  I just wanted to throw out the possibility."  Karena hurriedly continued.
            I thought about it as I continued to pet Diggie.  Merging with something, especially another sentient creature, would mean giving up part of my life.  People would treat me differently, not to mention I might lose my job.  And yet…I had seen the happiness in my friends after their transformations.  Would I be willing to give up a little bit of myself to get my own share?
            These thoughts swirled through my head in an instant before I blurted out, "I'll do it."
            Karena looked at me strangely, clearly not expecting me to make up my mind so fast.  "Are you sure?  I mean, I don't want to rush or pressure you into anything."
            I nodded.  "Doing this…feels right.  I'm the last one of my friends here that isn't transformed.  Giving up their normal bodies brought each great happiness and I think it's my turn.  In fact…do you have any other patients who are looking to get merged?"
            "We have several but…ooh that might work.  Diggie has for lack of a better term a sister, another creature transformed by that rogue demon.  She's with us today and looking to rejoin the world as well.  Would you like me to go get her?"
            "What do you say Diggie?  Shall we go talk to your sister about merging both of you into me?"  Diggie gave a happy bark and licked my face with a tongue that appeared out the slit in his dick head.  Taking that as a yes, I followed Karena back toward the truck with Diggie bounding along behind.
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            "Last chance to back out." Karena told me as she walked over with a small paint can and brush.
            "Nope, I'm looking forward to it."  I was standing naked in the shop behind the viewing area.  Karena had led me back here so we could do the merging with some privacy.
            "She better not back out of it now, not after what I just had to go through." Jenise muttered as she entered the shop.  Beside her was Diggie, his furry tail trimmed away to reveal the wagging penis core beneath.  "The look on that woman's face when I tried to return the scissors."
            When Diggie saw me he bounded over and stuck his face in my crotch.  "Down boy." I joked.  "There will be plenty of time for that later.  Now hold still so Karena can coat you tail."
            Karena used her brush to paint the merging fluid over my inner thighs and crotch.  She then coated Diggie's tail, which was difficult due to the excited wagging.  Karena eventually stepped back and said, "Alright you two, showtime."
            "Hold still Diggie, I'm told this will tingle a bit."  The dog creature did as I instructed.  He was as excited as I was, evidenced by the growing canine phallus poking through his fur.  As for me, I was wet enough I probably could have done this without the lubrication assistance from the merging gel.
            I stood behind Diggie and lifted up on my tip toes to align my pussy with his tail.  It was a delicate operation as I couldn't use my hands, at least not without them fusing in too.  I finally got the right angle and felt the fullness enter me.  I slid down its length until my crotch bumped into Diggie's ass.  The position was a bit uncomfortable and I opened my mouth to ask how long the process would take when I felt the expected tingling start.
            I tried to shift my position and found I couldn't.  My skin was bound to Diggie's back as if by super glue.  His hardness seemed to grow even bigger inside me, shifting my organs.  It seemed to be pushing backward until it felt like it was touching my spine.  There was an electric tingle and suddenly I was away of a body that wasn't mine.  I could feel six legs instead of just two.  I could feel something unwieldy on my back, yet at the same time could feel myself trying to balance.  I could feel the hardness between my back legs, growing even bigger in excitement.  And I could feel Diggie, not thoughts but definitely emotions.  He was as overjoyed as I was at our connection.
            The transformation continued as my pelvis dissolved and my spine connected directly to Diggie's.  I only had to worry about six legged locomotion for a minute before my legs started to change.  Jenise had helpfully brought over a mirror, so I could watch my right leg twist behind me.  The bones dissolved and the entire thing became more circular.  I realized my leg was turning into Diggie's…no my replacement penis tail just before it was covered in a thick coating of fur.  Meanwhile my other leg also became a penis, merging with the one that bobbed between Diggie's hind legs.  It shrunk by about a foot, the extra mass combining with the matter taken from my pelvis to supersize Diggie's balls.
            As the transformation finished I was hit by an overwhelming wave of arousal that sent me off into my first male orgasm.  I leaned forward, beasts against Diggie's back and my face to his head, using my arms to pump every last drop of pleasure out of our shared dick.  When it was over I had to stand there for a few minutes to catch my breath.
            "It seems that went well." Karena noted.
            "It was…unbelievable."  I looked down as saw a line of cum stretching ten feet across the open part of the store.  "Whoops, sorry about the mess."
            "Don't worry, we'll make you clean it up later."  Jenise said.  "But first, how are you feeling?"
            "Amazing.  I feel so full of life and energy, no doubt Diggie's contribution to our partnership."  I reached down and stroked his head.
            "Try walking, we need to see who's in control of your legs."
            I stretched my senses down to my lower body and found I had connections for the legs.  I took a few hesitant steps, almost overbalancing due to my inexperience in moving on four legs.  I felt a gentle pressure as Diggie exerted himself, rebalancing us. I got the feeling he could control us as well, but only would if I was having problems or asked him to.  To test this I walked over to the door of the shop, then asked Diggie to walk me back to Karena.
            "It seems we both have control over our lower body.  Either I have total control over the upper or Diggie doesn't care to try."
            "Good, then if you're ready you have another friend to meet."
            Something flapped over and collided with my chest.  I looked down to see a dark skinned sphere about a foot in diameter.  It was broken only by a large vagina on the front and anus on the back.  The creature's wings were massive, six feet long and three wide apiece.  They were designed like a bat’s, with tiny bones contained in flaps of skin.
            "This is Wingie." Jenise said.
            "I'm guessing the same person named both her and Diggie."
            Jenise shrugged.  "It's hard coming up with names for random sex beasts."
            I looked down at the ball in my hands and said, "Do you want to become part of me Wingie?  Your brother certainly likes it."  The sphere shook in the approximation of a nod.  "Good, then we can get started on phase two.  I'm going to have to give you back to Jenise so she can put you on my back."
            Karena had to dodge my happily swinging tail to coat my back in merging gel.  I watched in the mirror as she coated Wingie's front before Jenise pushed the creature into my back.  After a moment I felt the tingle of our flesh joining and told Jenise she could let go.  Without fur in the way, I could see the merging much more clearly than I had with Diggie.  Wingie's dark skin flowed over mine like water, a snowball melting into the hot surface of my back.  As the hump got smaller I could feel the mass move through my chest and cause my breasts to tingle.  I gasped and lifted them excitedly.  I was never very busty, had long ago come to terms with my B cups.  But now I could feel my breast growing as I held them, giddy as a teenage girl going through puberty.  They stopped somewhere in the DD range, but that wasn't the only change.  Both of my nipples sunk into my body; one forming a circular hole, the other a cleft.  As the modifications to my breasts finished I was left with Wingie's pussy on my left breast and her asshole on my right.
            I felt the same electric tingle as before, as Wingie's spine merged with mine.  I could now feel the powerful wings hanging from my back and spread them wide.  Our merging must have made them grow even bigger, as my wingspan touched both walls of the store.  I also felt the connection with Wingie's mind, feeling her joy at joining with someone else.  Diggie's joy and excitement spilled in as well and before I knew it I was playing with the holes in my breasts.  I fingered my new pussy and asshole until I felt the pressure below built to a critical point.  The spray of cum this time was only around eight feet, but the sensation of orgasm was twice as good with another consciousness to share it with.  I actually had to lean against a display to prevent myself from falling over.
            As I drifted in the afterglow of my second orgasm in less than five minutes I realized how blessed I was.  I now had two friends that would go with me everywhere, that I could share all kind of new experience with.  There was the slight downside of the fact I could never go anywhere without them, but that idea was smothered under the joy of finally being whole.