@phil

Alisaundra's face screws up in mild disgust. "Karma?    No.  My brother is an avatar of that sick bastard, and my sister got picked up by Freya at the same time when the two Great Demons went rounds northeast of Sadar about twenty-six years ago.  I cut a deal with Mammon six years ago, saved up for twenty to get changed into a half-demon a specific way.  Just came back from my family home in the Sadar outskirts, I've been practicing cracking seals.  Got ma and dad back to some semblance of normal-ish and scrubbed the last quarter-century  of hell on earth from their memories that Malinda and Dathien inflicted on them in the aftermath. "  her claims are matter of fact, save for a very real flash of fear quickly suppressed along with the physical shudder as she mentions Freya, and the two great demons fighting.  The emotion feels like an old, deeply scarred wound taken as a whole to milly's senses, mixed with a quailing dispair almost buried when she speaks of Malinda and Dathien, like something she cared very deeply about was lost there.

She idly re-weaves the mana pattern she saw Milly making, wasting absolutely no  energy to do more than make an invisible-to-humans visual mockup, dissecting and examining it as  she speaks.  Her mimicry is intricate, too perfect for a halfie of six years, though  her pattern would be likened to a carpenter's  hammer made of gossamer cobwebs versus Milly's cold Iron War Maul.  She goes a bit pale as she lets the pattern go, recognizing what it would have done.  "Remind me to never piss you off."

She looks up.  "Tell me the rules and I'll  abide as best as I can understand,  same as I demand in my own home."

She looks over at Katrine with a smirk, speaking easily through a mouth without obvious teeth.  "I remade my image right before I went to Mammon, part of the core philosophy  of  the  AAS is that a master alchemist proves it by molding themselves in the image they present, so the face is different,  and I tweak it a lot.  I don't  have  much use for alchemists  who desperately  try to stay perfectly as-born as a statement of skill.  That proves risk-aversion, not reliability."

She looks at Katrine critically.  "Come to think about it, your breast tap as the barkeep fits obnoxiously well in that philosophy.  Only reason you don't  see that in the AAS proper is we're usually focused on breaking the human purity mindset  among nobility, wealthy, business pillars and such.  Taken by itself, bodysculpting is something terrifying to most emperial citizens.  We turn it into a fashion statement for the elite, then let the changes in society erode away that fear.  Good for business, and transformees slowly become less persecuted.  It's  slow going, but we're  making some headway in a few cities."

"As to my credentials?"  She withdraws four precision-point alchemist pens, then purrs.  "Since I have no idea how much practical knowledge of alchemical processes you've  bothered to learn, Milly..."  she pointedly turns her gaze from Milly to Katrine, "I believe the best credentials  are shown.  So tell me dear, what formulae do you or your kitchen crew have trouble making work?  Make it a challenge please, a real one, not the challenge you'd give to some hackwit looking for a job claiming he can mix gender fluid like a champ.  And if you have a proper ream of paper?  Drawing formulae on napkins to prove a point is a bit childish for me."

At this range, Milly can easily pick out that Ali has a seemingly preternatural ability to sense and manipulate mana flows, gliding through the currents like she's  part of it, generating more than she uses, almost entirely lust-aspected emotional flavor, the easiest to work with.  In more or less every other way save for physical grace and power, she's  stunted.  Were she to completely blow her wad and hit someone with everything she had, it might equal something milly could put out with moderate effort once before she had to recharge.  Her ability to take in mana rapidly seems almost nonexistent as the emotion-laced mana generated by the interactions of her body and living leathers seems to disperse into the world rapidly.  She takes in mana like an asthmatic gets oxygen mid-attack trying to breathe after a mile run, and the mana solidified into her heavily modified body seems to be about what one would expect from a half-demon with less than a decade under her mana-born belt.

It's  rare to see a half-demon totally focused on the ability to control what she's doing, most are more balanced, and the majority of mammon's blessed bastards were more concerned with power when they were buying it on his market.  She's  definitely  not  a fighter, but her idle comment about scrubbing memories would indicate her talents lie elsewhere assuming she isn't  full of shit.

@ darth: 

"Probably at camp, waiting for us.  Or soon will be.  But he can wait. What ddid you want to show me?"  The tent in Alex's pants obviously saying he hopes for more than a little show and tell.  It's likely if the former human girl jumped himright there he wouldn't resist
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@ Lamia:

Milly goes a little pale seeing her 'weapon' recreated in such detail if not substance, an uncomfortable reminder of when shi got involved in the great demon's disagreements.  Shaking it off, "That must have been some detailed deal you hammered out with Mammon to get that rather unusual set of skills."  Milly comments and lets the other two chat for a while.

((will continue more soon sorry inspiration is evading me))

@Phil

Alisaundra looks at Milly and shrugs.  "All I got was the potential.  Most of what I learned, I got from experimenting on myself or working with on others.  I didn't have the benefit of anyone telling me what I shouldn't be doing.  The only 'skills' I have as a half-demon are being meticulous, careful and stubborn.  Everything else came from doing things that in hindsight I now realize were incredibly stupid because i didn't know better.  Because I can't put nearly as much power out I've had to learn to have a very light touch." 

(Will continue when you're ready)

@  Darth:

Alex begins to change as he fucks Slut Bitch.   

Tom is waiting at camp for the others not yet aware he is already the only human left.
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@ Lamia:

Milly nods along thinking shi could certainly help Ali make better use of her skills to overcome her weaknesses to some extent but not sure if shi trusts the half-demon enough to offer such a thing, yet.  "Other than normal mortal rules of decency I hold two rules in high regard.  One no violence under my roof, ever.  Two, all transforamtive blessings must be voluntary, except when rule 1 is violated."

Kathrine pulls out some paper and after som carefull editing copies an old potion request.  "This request is deceptive at first glance.  It had our 'Star' Alchemist stumped for a few days.  The two of us working together took all night to find a solution. Let's see what you make of it.    It not as complicated as this one but It's a dosie."  Kat says tweaking her tap.   

(The requested TF looks relatively common until you read further and see the cilent ants the change concentrated in a specific non-normal location and not affect any other area of the body.  And a lst of other common side effects they Absolutly did not want.   This makes what could have been a rather simple change much more difficult.)

@Phil

Alisaundra chuckles.  "My idea of proper violence is something that other people do to each other, so you'll have no concerns there from me.  The no involuntary transformations rule is pretty much how I run my shop at home.  Even so I'll wait for the nod from you or the staff before I involve myself in an altercation.  It's your house."

Alisaundra looks at the request and cocks her head slightly.  "Damn, they don't ask for much do they?  This would almost require Milly to do hirself, or I could do it without alchemy, just not as fast."  She studies the effect requested,  then settles back and starts ticking off something in her head, counting on all twenty fingers.

"Short answer would be to have an alchemical masseuse on hand, this is the kind of thing my old friend, rival and A.A.S. co-founder, Nuvari Kas, specializes in.  My specialty is full-body fusions and absorption.   However, I can give you a long answer, I think.  Offhand my guess would be a 20% chance of catastrophic failure no matter how you cut this one, but you can absolutely avoid all of the listed side effects.  The ones you might get instead aren't much better, though, whoever made this request didn't understand just how volatile our particular art is."

She seems to be talking to herself as she begins working on the sheet she's given, and sets three more to the side.  Contrary to the trope of the four-armed person using all four to work faster, she uses one hand at a time, drawing careful lines on the sheet and filling them in with different sized pens slowly in her other hands, with painstaking detail.

She glances up.  "This will take a while, Katrine is it?" she looks at the name tag displayed on her clothing.  As she goes back to her work on the paper the beginnings of a traditional, complex alchemical diagram begin taking shape, using very old-school terminology, and not opting for the more modern "recipe book" style of alchemical calculation.

"So tell me, dear, I sent a particular rising star in our community an invitation to visit several of our facilities, and an option to choose whom she would like to spend her journeyman years working with to hone her skills."  Alisaundra shifts hands to fill in the careful calligraphy of the calculation she's putting to paper, sees something she doesn't like, crumples it, takes a new sheet and starts over from scratch.

She looks up with a smirk.  "I think I know why I never got a response, though, I'd have been hard pressed to leave something like this myself."  She looks over at Milly.  "And I'm absolutely cross that I didn't think of the transformation-themed restaurant first."  Her smirk and the glint in her eyes show that she's anything but upset at the prospect as she slowly traces out more lines for her diagram/recipie in her distinctive, calligraphic hand.

"I might actually send a few of our masters, none of the others are half-demons, don't tense up on me, to have a look here.  Getting the avant-garde elite to accept a blessing as a fashion statement?  Not hard."  She slips slightly, her accent sliding a little as she calls transformations "Blessings."  She looks carefully at the diagram she's drawing, muttering "Better" before looking back up to Katrine.  "This place would be the best way to bring the trend to people who aren't enamored with the idea that the more expensive something is, the better it must be."

"It's approachable, and bluntly to an average Imperial citizen who's not in a trade town bordering Freya's Realm, you would be the biggest draw, Milly."

@ darth:

Alex moans  with pleasure and shock as he becomes a she as well as slowly transforming intosomething not human. 
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@ Lamia:

Milly gives Ali a half smile, "You are polite and unusual."

Katrine nods, "I suggested the same,but the client specfically requested a alchemical potion and Raymond wouldn't let his pride go down any further after asking for my help."  She picks up the discarded diagram,  "Old schoolI like that.  Look you can't go spreading it around, I have a certain rep 'round 'ere that would be damaged should details about my past come to light."   Kat holds up the alchemical diagram, "I'll say it this way.  You know the orginal name for this style of formulation, the nearly unpronouncable one." She says woith a meaningful look at her nipple-tap. 

Milly geniunely blushes at the compliment,  "If you're planning on sendings others here They'll be expected to contribute something in return.  Live transformation shows are a bit of a tradmark of my place.  And one pefromed by a skilled master would draw significant attention from the local Alchemists Guild."

@Phil Ein Blank:

Queen, Hornet and Slut Mistress

We see that Alex (Cum Bitch) moans with pleasure and shock as he becomes a she as well as slowly transforming into something not human. Like Slut Mistress with hir new hard cock and hir new SpitBug body, her new hard cock is inserted in her new ass hole (Cum Bitch), we whisper in her ear´s hole (Cum Bitch) while Slut Mistress continues enjoying fucking her as wildly "spit bug" that they are

Your name will be Cum Bitch and you are under the orders of Slut Mistress from now, you will be forever female with your new Breasts...

When we say that to Cum Bitch, from her ass it grows a new elongated abdomen from her back, her new breasts grows more and divided in four, no..., eight couples of breasts (size cup II), including a lot of holes or apertures that they have the functions of vaginas or pussies in all her body, also one situated instead of her natural mouth without nose (only eyes and mouth-vagina) in form of a slit, like these images

And Slut Mistress goes changing more into something not more human, like this

After We allow that Hornet fucks the couple, and also us, we say to them (Hornet, Slut Mistress and Cum Bitch, our new family member)

Let´s go to meet Tom at the Campsite, people. Cum Bitch tell us now something about your new personality. Slut Mistress, she is under your control now, dominate her and enjoy of her as we enjoy of yourself

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((Note, the new aspect of Cum Bitch is the picture of Sam, the character of "Totally Spies" changed into a hybrid of human and green grasshopper, with the added of the changes of the picture under that. Also, the new aspect of Slut Mistress is the person that appears in the third image as a shemale wasp fucking herself while she licks the pussy of Clover, with also the change of the fourth image))

@Phil Ein Blank:

SpitBug Group ("Reservoir Spitbugs")

Alex now Cum Bitch moans accepting her new role. Cumming the desire to share this with Tom quickly grows, seeing it by us three with the signs of "her new female body" very wetted by the cum of Slut Mistress in all her body, Cum Bitch had a stronger desire abruptly of licking all the cum that is on all her naked changed body using her new "spit bug" tongue.

After some minutes or moments of recovering the breath in the case of Cum Bitch and Slut Mistress, decided by us, we move in the direction of the Camp site to convince Tom "the last member" of the group failed to join our and her new family in silence

@ darth:

As the group approaches the human's camp the find Tom pacing bored and nervous.   Muttering under his breath.
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@ Lamia:

Milly listens thoughtfully, "You're right.  No need to rush anything.  The endorsement will likely be all for now.  I'll discuss things with my partner  and gage their feelings more directly.  I'll get back to then."

Katrrine nods along understanding, "Yeah, I can see that.  So someone who would do this to themslves at six years old would be more what you're looking for."  She says twitching her large cat ears.  "Or another staff member with a particularly artfully crafted body to act as the face with the alchemist next to them. Do I have that right?"  To Milly, "We could always poll the staff and see if anyone would be interested."

Milly nods, "I see no harm in descertly asking."  Milly puts a hand on Alisaundra's shoulder, "Now if we are going to accept the endorsement of the AAS I think I should see what one of their Masters is capable of, don't you?  Come back tomorrow and the stage is your's for a couple hours.  And bring your A game, show me what you can really do under pressure."  And adds in way normal humans won't hear, "If you impress me I might have some pointers on dealing with your own Avatar problem."

@Phil

Alisaundra smirks, "Someone with the image you wish to present to the world is best, someone whose changes and appearance are evocative of Milly's Bar and Grille.  In fact if someone volunteers to reshape themselves to fit the mold, or an Alchemist willing to take the plunge, great, but this is your house, I'm not going to tell you who to put forward.  Besides, I'd be biased towards the pretty face with cute cat ears and deliciously interesting anatomy."  Her final words are delivered with a wicked smirk as she sips the chocolatey ale once again.  "Besides, it's an opportunity for your talent to show off, and for someone to shine.  Do it your way, not mine."

"But as far as your stage...  Do you happen to open for the breakfast crowd?  If you do, I'll see what I can do to entice them to bring friends to lunch, perhaps even dinner.  And if you're happy with the show overall, I'll do one more at last call before you close for the evening.  So you have me all day, and if you're not adverse, I would adore seeing how you've combined an alchemical station with a kitchen..."

She simply looks at Milly's last statement, and inclines a head, with an irreverent smile and "I accept your challenge."

Returning, in that impossible to hear by mortals, "I wish to stop them, not destroy them, please bear in mind.  They've done harm, but they're still family.  We should always be ready to take care of our own, for good or for ill.  I promised Ma and Dad that much."

((¿Phil, are you still working on your new job?))

@Phil

Alisaundra smiles, seeming not to notice the long silence.  "Well dear welcome, I hope we can give the crowd a show they won't easily forget, though it's early yet.  So tell me, what made you want to study alchemy?"

She begins setting out several odd jars of a yellow, powdery, pasty substance and hands the young woman a trio of vials.  "Here's a simple one for you dear, since you have completed your first year, let's see how well you paid attention to your instructors.  These three vials are Demon-Cum Catalysts.  One has been primed to a particular creature I find fascinating, one to more sensual changes, and one is purely unrefined.  The more you use, the more severe the changes along that slant will become, with the unrefined being, of course, more volatile.  I want you to identify and choose two to add to the mixture I have prepared."  She proposes a test that is hardly difficult, especially as she has set out the tools a first year would need to easily discern the little riddle, hopefully the young woman paid attention in class.

Alisaundra has a mysterious and amused smirk as she speaks,  "I don't get many volunteers who have experience, so even with a first-year education, you'll allow a more entertaining show as we move on.  And if you pay attention, you may just be able to take something back to your instructors from the experience."

"Shall we begin?"  She chuckles, "Oh, try not to add the volatile one, unless you really want to liven the party.  Once you have the two vials, mix it into the yellow paste there while I prepare the other catalyst."

@ Lamia

Donna begins to examine the vials as she speaks, "Well umm, I was catch in a fire many years ago.  It left me with some rather obvious scars, but I was one of least affected survivors.  Several of the others had to be healed with Alchemy.  The so called alchemist wasn't very good, most were left with awkward ungainly forms.  Two got lucky and got inhuman but beautiful graceful bodies.  They seemed just so happy, I wanted to give that to people.  And maybe if I got good enough I could fix the work of people like that hack." 

Feeling reasonable confident at having identified the unrefined one, she puts that one aside, "I had thought to wait and use my own body when I was good enough to show what I could do."  looks into the audience at her boyfriend and accidently adds a lot more of the sensual one then she was planning to. "But how could I pass up a chance to observe a Master up close."  adding a large 'pinch' of the creature formula and mixing it together.

"I think I did it right." she says presenting the mixture to Alisaundra.
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@ darth:

(Sorry, I forgot all the stuff we talked about before, This is going to a short one but I hope this is okay))

Tom jumps in surprise as he sees his friend's altered form, "Alex is that you?  What happened in the tunnels?"  He asks wary and cautious but concerned.

@Phil
"That you did.  Well, let's show the audience the results, shall we?"  She leads her assistant to the center stage and smiles.

"This Morning's event is a discipline pioneered by my good friend Karos Myre.  He mixes alchemy with full body makeups to 'paint' his creations into existence.  And as I'm finished with my part, I need you to strip, love.  Please turn your back to the crowd and we'll get you started."

Alisaundra rather blithely dips her leather-clad hand into the yellow mix and begins rubbing it over Donna, changing her skin from head to toe, rapidly into a bright yellow color.  The tingling feels pleasant as the four-armed Alchemist finishes, taking special care with the scars to fill them in with just enough of the mix so that they blend in, still there, but nearly impossible to see without close inspection.  When she has Donna sit on the stool, every millimeter of the woman's exposed skin has permanently changed to that vivid yellow as she pops open the jar she was working on.

"I like the motivation.  For my part, I like to think of alchemy as a work of art.  Choosig a theme, for instance."  She dips a shockingly clean-gloved hand into the electric blue mix and smears it over her hands, then runs her fingers through Donna's hair, rapidly changing her hair from it's original shade to a bright, cobalt blue color that offsets her skin, then fluffing it so it stood out proudly.

"Your theme of the day is one of my favorite little animals of the sea, can you guess which one?" She speaks clearly enough that everyone in the crowd can hear her as she takes a brush and delicately begins using the cobalt mixture to paint vivid, blue rings along Donna's right arm.  The tingling goes mad as the arm goes limp, seemingly stretching to Alisaundra's pull to twice it's original length as she draws more rings on the rapidly-forming tentacle that absorbs her hand.

When she finishes, Donna's arm is left a long, tapered and strong tentacle with suckers along the under-arm, and a normal-sized cockhead at the tip, then she repeats the rings all over the woman's body, her other arm which became a twin of the first, her cheeks, her ass, back, breasts and finally, her legs, which swell  immensely on the chair, segmenting, and finally bursting outward splaying out into eight more thick, strong, dexterous, tapered tentacles with cocktips, each twice as long as her legs had been, connected with dress-like webbing making her look almost as though she's wearing a very interesting dress.

"Marvellous.  Go ahead, stand up and practice moving.  Tell the crowd how you feel."  She smirks as Donna's first speech would come from the mouth that had replaced her sex between her legs at the center of her tentacles, tongue flicking between toothless, sensitive human lips that were unnaturally elastic and pleasurable to use.  She would he eating through her hips from now on.

The former burn victim had changed, her face a lovely mix of masculine and feminine, in an attractive, androgynous cast framed by her blue hair, a blending of woman and blue-ringed octopus with a large dash of sex-beast thrown into the mix.  Her former mouth and nose are unresponsive, as the tongue was gone, as was her nose, replaced with the pussy that once rested between her thighs, sharing the octopus' trait of the female's sex being contained within her head...