Will definitely have to keep my eye on this one, absolutely love the idea of a TF mystery! Helps that the first transformation really appealed to me, heh.

That's a very intersting start! I just have a little trouble to imagine Annikah's new body.

Yes, thanks very much! A very fascinating and strange transformation

@nikita: thanks for the note. I was worried that I was too vague.

@Demon-man: thanks. Upside is the story is canned, so it will *actually* be weekly.

@getlucky: thanks. I've been tinkering with this one for a while. Hopefully the mystery works.

@tf_funtimes: yes! But which butler!?

@flicker: that's a good note, thanks. I tweaked that section a bit. I hope you like the changes.

Chapter 3

First thing first: I had a very thorough shower cleansing myself of the slick, pungent fluids that Candy had orgasmed on me. I shuddered and attempted not to cry. I was scared by the transformation I had seen, this woman who had been in my life for months rendered inhuman in moments. I just kept replaying images of her jaw unhinging and her new mouth-pussy blossoming and that intriguing look of immense pleasure and release that flashed across what was left of her face. I found myself repelled but also, I must admit, intrigued by the spectacle. I brushed my privates with my hand, but remembered that Taylor, forbidden from speaking to me until after my ablutions, was impatiently waiting to tell me her theory.

Stepping out of the shower I shushed Taylor, who was still shiny and slippery with Candy's mutant sex fluids and shoved her into the still running water. Taylor began to clean herself and explain her theory to me as she washed. "You have to admit now that there is a transformist on the premises. Once may have been a freak coincidence, but twice is a pattern!"

"Alright," I conceded, "it does appear that someone is transforming people in the house."

"And what's more, they are clearly targeting people: Annikah's own stew was spiked and so was a patent medicine that realistically only Candy would drink. Someone was intentionally trying to transform those two women specifically."

I shuddered, horrified at the implications. "That's a chilling thought. But who would do such a thing?"

"Who indeed!" exclaimed Taylor from within the shower as she soaped her long brown hair. "Clearly someone who strongly disliked your father's mistresses. Or maybe disapproved of their lifestyle..."

"I can't imagine anyone would harbour such ghastly designs..."

"What about your Aunt Janice?"

"What!?"

"Elementary my dear Molly! You told me that your Aunt is here to care for your highly transformed mother and that she blames your father for her fate. And she clearly disproves of your father and his lovers; we all saw how furiously she glared at the girls and your father throughout the meal." Taylor peaked out of the shower looking triumphant and moist.

"Well, it is no secret that she doesn't care for Father's lovers, but I hardly think she is capable of doing anything so heinous. And besides, she has been living with the status quo here for years... what would motivate her to do this now?"

Taylor stepped out of the shower and puffed herself out, inadvertently pushing out her modest breasts. "Clearly we should go and ask her."

***

Against my better judgement I lead Taylor to Aunt Janice's conservatory. I knew that after the stressful events of dinner my aunt would spend the night in her garden seeking solace and a sense of control that only nurturing her plants would lend her. I regretted disturbing her peace, but I knew that Taylor was going to be completely insufferable until she confronted her newest suspect. I also suspected that if I forbade her, Taylor would simply find a way to question Aunt Janice without me. This way, I rationalized, I would at least be there to play referee.

(Although, if I'm completely honest, I was also genuinely curious to observe the outcome of Taylor's accusations. As much as I wanted to think the best of my Aunt, Taylor's theory did have a certain degree of plausibility to it.)

When we arrived the large glass conservatory was well lit, a clear sign of occupancy. I paused to knock, but Taylor stepped around me, and pushed into the steamy room filled with tropical plants and flowers. I scrambled after her, upset that I was already losing control of the situation. Taylor's long, purposeful strides propelled her to the centre of the garden where Aunt Janice was hunched near her titan arum plant, the pinnacle of her collection. The massive, vaguely phallic flower was as tall as a person and, judging from experience, preparing for one of it's rare blooms. Aunt Janice was kneeling in front of it, still in the severe charcoal frock she wore to dinner along with her heavy gardening gloves and a scarf for her hair, digging at the soil near the arum removing minuscule weeds and imperfections. Aunt Janice, despite her middle age and abrasive personality was still a handsome woman, with narrow classical features and still-smooth skin that aged well; in many ways she was an older, more aristocratic version of my mother. Hearing us approach she startled and scowled at us, destroying what vestiges of beauty remained. "Molly? What are you and your friend doing here?"

Taylor stepped forward and stood up straight, not willing to wilt under my aunt’s frosty stare. (Have I mentioned how much I admire my friend?) "We're here to ask you some questions," she declared coolly. Taylor started to pace a little "You have quite the green thumb, I see. I notice lots of fertilizers and chemicals; it must take a lot of chemical expertise to keep such a garden growing all year long. Maybe even some alchemical skills..."

Aunt Janice scowled deeper and managed to look scornful and unimpressed. "Girl, you should get to the point. Some of us have productive things to do."

Taylor stopped and grinned wolfishly. "If you insist! I accuse you of being a transformist!"

Aunt Janice actually smirked. "Really now?"

Taylor bravely stuck with it. "I think you spiked poor Annikah's personal soup tonight with some form of alchemy, maybe even a tiny amount of dcum. And then, knowing that Candy would be upset, you spiked at least one, but probably several, of her medicines. These could have been accomplished by anyone in the house, so you clearly had the opportunity. And you have a motive: you disapprove of Molly's father taking mistresses. You blame the man for what happened to your sister and you think it is disrespectful to his wife that he is taking new lovers. You saw this as a way to punish the girls but also to hurt Mr. Rycroft for what happened to your sister! What do you have to say for yourself!?"

Aunt Janice sighed and looked right past Taylor to me, cowering in her shadow. "Molly dear, do you actually believe any of this nonsense?"

I swallowed. "Well, Aunty Janice... it isn't a completely implausible scenario..."

Aunt Janice actually looked hurt. "Molly, I'll admit that I think your father is scum and that he lead my dear Mary to her... unfortunate choice. I'll admit that I think the way your father carries away with those floozies is disgusting and a horrible example for you and your sister. I'll even admit that I personally find those hussies insufferable and obnoxious. But I promise you that I am no transformist and...what!?"

Suddenly the conservatory’s sprinkler system turned on! The large glass room had a system of pipes that ran all across the ceiling with sprinkler heads to conveniently water the entire garden and now these sprinklers were raining heavily on us. I felt the cool water land on my head and face and soak into my clothes, and with a look of horror saw that it was faintly glowing and dissolving my clothing. I screamed and Taylor grabbed me, trying to drag me to the garden exit. We ran as our clothes melted off our bodies, but I could feel my skin tingle wildly and knew it was too late for us. We nearly reached the door when I stumbled and crashed into Taylor, sending us both sprawling to the floor in a pile, me laying on top of her back.

And that's when I felt my back sink into hers and our spines fuse together.

The next few seconds? minutes? hours? were a blur of indescribable sensations as our flesh melded together and mutated. We both screamed and moaned in pain and pleasure as our minds were assaulted with new feelings and waves of orgasmic bliss. I know I wasn't in my right mind and cannot accurately describe what happened. But, from talking with Taylor and viewing the aftermath, I suspect it looked something like this:

When I stumbled I crashed into Taylor, causing her to sprawl on her stomach. I twisted around as I fell and landed on her back, with my shoulders touching hers and my butt pressed against hers. Our backs began to merge and I sunk into her. Moaning, I watched in fascinated horror as my two smallish breasts expanded slightly and then multiplied so my torso was covered with three pairs of breasts. I whimpered as all six of my nipples thickened and lengthened and grew into six inch cocks that spasmed and spewed cum all over my chest and stomach. I felt my hips crunch and watched my legs spread, baring my mercifully still human pussy to the world. I tried to close my thighs and found I couldn't move my legs that way. I think I screamed then, as I saw my feet disappear, getting sucked into my legs and leaving me with two useless legs that ended mid calf. I panted for a moment, feeling a momentary reprieve.

And then I felt what had been happening to Taylor.

Taylor, who was laying face down, had ended up in a puddle of the dcum laced spray. As I sunk into her back, she felt her pussy grow and begin to gush slick fluids. Her swelling vulva pushed itself up between her ass cheeks and subsume her anus. It continued to swell and and grow, splitting her open from her crotch to her navel and then to her cleavage and eventually to the base of her neck: she had a huge pussy that ran from her crotch to throat flanked with wide sheets of thick vulva lips that pressed against the ground like a snails foot. Meanwhile her breasts swelled to the size of sports balls and grew large, three inch nipples and flanked a clit nearly as large right at the crown of her chest. She screeched and watched as her legs became flaccid and boneless and were gradually sucked completely back into her body. And then she could feel my body too.

We both felt our necks lengthen, growing four feet long and flexible. I was treated to the extra discomfort of my neck twisting around so that my face pointed in the same direction as Taylor's. My vision blurred and when it returned I could see that Taylor's face now had a single cyclopian eye and an extra large, extra feminine mouth, but no nose. I licked the smooth skin where my nose used to be, and probed my enlarged lips, and knew my face had undergone the same changes. 

And then we both screamed as the final change hit us, and the giant clit at the top of Taylor's giant vagina erupted forward, growing into a massive cock the size and girth of a thigh that stuck out in front of us from between our long necks, and came, shooting a torrent of cum in front of us and leaving us panting and gasping. 

***

When I came to, I was laying with my face on the hard stone floor. I blinked open my single, cyclopian eye, lifted my head on its long neck and looked back at out shared, mutated body and screamed. We were a sex freak! Our changed heads were both at the end of long necks that rose from our shoulders. We still had our four arms, all pointed in the same direction as our faces. Our front side was dominated by two massive breasts and the giant, fleshy cunt that covered our entire bottom side and was pressed against the ground. Our back was my body, laying spreadeagled, my cute, unchanged pussy on display below six breasts capped with cocks. I wailed and felt one of our hands touch my face and stroke my cheek. I blinked my tear filled eye and saw that Taylor had swung around her face to hover before mine.

Concern and love flashed on her altered features. "Molly? Are you okay?"

I sniffled and shook my head.

"Molly. Dear. We're okay. We still have our minds and our body is still mobile. We can make this work."

"Bu-but we're a freak!"

Taylor leaned forward and kissed me on my giant lips with her giant lips. "Molly, you make a beautiful freak... we make a beautiful freak. You're my best friend in the world and I wouldn't want to be stuck to anyone else. We *can* make this work." She kissed me again, hungrily this time, sliding her elongated, oddly sweet tongue into my mouth, making me gasp as I realized our tongues had become as sensitive as clitori. Taylor pulled back and blushed. "I think this could be fun."

I blushed back, sniffling a bit still.

Taylor looked serious again. "Molly, I know this was traumatic, but you need to keep it together for a little while. Your aunt, who I'm now convinced is innocent, was in that spray too. We need to go in there and figure out if she is okay and call for help. Normally I'd say we should split up..." Taylor smiled wryly. I laughed brittlely. "You with me?"

Not trusting myself enough to talk, I nodded.

Taylor narrowed her eye with determination, stretched out our arms and pulled our body along the ground. We both gasped as we felt our mightiest cunt slide along the cool floor. The copious pussy juice we were leaking seemed to act as an ideal lubricant, allowing us to glide forward a few feet from a single push. Taylor gave us another push, and I whimpered in arousal. The feeling of our vulva stretching, dragging, and swelling was making me weak in the knees of our useless legs. Taylor growled and gave us yet another push. I glanced back over our 'back', seeing the swollen dicks on my six breasts sway and my original pussy glisten with need. I could also see the shiny trail of juices we were leaving as we slid along. Taylor gave us another heave. I mewled! I couldn't take it anymore! I swung my neck around and licked Taylor's face with my sensitive tongue. She frowned in concentration, ignoring me despite her own palpable need. I took control of two of our arms, and grabbed the massive breasts that were once Taylor's. She hissed and our massive ram-cock slid out of it's sheath. I ran my tongue along the length of the shaft causing us both to shudder. Precum welled at the tip of the ram-cock. I stretched out as much as I could, tongue fully extended and licked it off. Taylor squealed, grabbed my face and pulled it to her own as she kissed my deeply, hungrily, desperately. It was the greatest kiss of my life. As we separated, Taylor gave me a look of pure desire and slowly wound her neck around our ram-cock, before kissing me again and pumping our cock. I wrapped my neck around the cock as well, and reached back to kiss Taylor again. Soon we were making out and pumping our massive ram-cock with our serpent-like necks. Faster and faster we went until our mouths came apart and we gasped and grunted and finally screamed as our giant penis released another great geyser of spunk!

***

Oh, wow.

This is a neat story, but I absolutely love Taylor and Molly's TF!

Can't wait to see where this leads.

Have to echo the sentiments of everyone else and say that I loved Taylor and Molly's TF!

Thanks everyone, I'm glad everyone likes it. I came up with the tf and wrote the whole story around it.

Chapter Four

When I came back to my senses this time, I simply felt amazing.

I blinked my eye. My head was laying on the cold floor of the conservatory, neck stretched out bonelessly limp. My cheek was resting in the still warm puddle of our spunk. I blinked again and focused. There, laying on the floor opposite me was Taylor's face, cyclopean eye watching me, a wide grin glowing on her face. I blushed and grinned nervously back.

Taylor peeled her face off the floor, leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek, smiled again, and then looked around. "Come on Molly, we still have to find your aunt..."

Sheepishly I lifted my own face off the floor, and together we began to pull ourselves along the floor, pushing ourselves finally into the centre of the conservatory. I think we didn't notice anything wrong because we didn't have noses and couldn't smell the salty tang of dcum or the floral cunty pollen which no doubt filled the room. But, in all honesty, it might have been negligence on our part as we spent the trip savouring the feeling of our massive pussy sliding along the floor and throwing shy little grins and glances at one another. Regardless, we simply didn't notice the little movements or the odd configurations of the botanical life until we saw what had happened to Aunt Janice.

I recall us both gasping when we finally spotted Aunt Janice: rooted in the heart of the garden was an obscene fusion of plant and woman. Instead of a head and neck, the creature's shoulders opened into a massive blossom of pink-red labial petals and a long phallic stamen what was coated in fuzzy yellow, pollenous pre. Below her flower, Aunt Janice's torso was green and fibrous looking, her shoulders smooth and armless and her legs fused into a stalk that was clearly rooted into the earth below. Her once small, studiously hidden breasts had swollen to large, spherical tits whose nipples leaked a steady drip of syrupy sap that dribbled down her body and stem. Where it touched the ground small, brightly coloured flowers grew and thrived. Her vagina had survived the fusion of her legs, becoming more vertical, and oddly puckered... resembling a sphincter.

I glanced at Taylor and she nodded, in a matter-of-fact way, once again all business. I took strength from that, and gathered my courage and cleared my throat. I wasn't sure if Aunt Janice could still sense sound or whether she retained enough of a mind to understand human speech. "Aunt Janice...."

Her flower twisted to face us, like a sunflower chasing the light. Plants rustled, and vines writhed around the garden.

"Molly," Taylor said with a little wonder, "look! Your aunt isn't just this plant-torso, she's the entire garden." I looked around and could tell Taylor was right. The entire garden had been transformed. All of the flowers had acquired genital aspects: pink labial petals in a dozen configurations with dick stamen quivering, or hanging clusters of blossoms resembling clits peaking out of clitoral hoods. Trees whose bark had become the same fibrous green as Aunt Janice's torso with leaves that writhed and twitched and which were heavy with phallic fruit. Long vines that ran along trestles and climbed trees and which hung with breasts that dribbled more nurturing sap. And smaller, nimble vine fronds that coiled and shook along the floor which ended with blunt penis glans shaped tips, but which I saw could flare open into a five-pointed, star shaped cunt orifice. I was speechless at the scope and size of Aunt Janice's transformation and new form.

I snapped back to myself as I felt a vine-tentacle-genital frond brush the stump of my truncated leg and wind itself along it's length. I whimpered as the vine caressed my thigh, and press gently against my petite, human labia. I began to pant, nervous and horny. I blushed realizing how much I wanted the vine inside of me, inside of us. I felt my pussy grow wet and open. "Taylor..."

And then suddenly more vines were upon us, wrapping our four arms, draped over our waist, our legs and necks. We struggled, but that only caused the vines to tighten. We were helplessly mired.

And then the first vine pressed gently, but relentlessly into my original pussy causing Taylor and I to cry out in pleasure. Other vines slithered out of the foliage to join in. A collection of vines slid inside of our giant ground cunt, massaging our cavernous interior. Other vines reared up over our "back", peeled open their cunt-orifices and and wrapped themselves around our six tit-cocks. One vine forced itself into Taylors mouth, who mumbled happily and began to greedily suck on it. I moaned and writhed at the combined feeling of penetration and being penetrated. Our cock-ram pushed itself out of its sheath, bobbing with our pulse. I gasped and screeched and we bucked in our bonds until I felt our cunts spasm in orgasm and our cocks erupt. Our ram-cock released another shower of cum. I hung exhausted in our cradle of vines.

Aunt Janice, meanwhile seemed to reach her own climax, her vines writhing wildly and her penis-stamen erupting in a gout of brilliant yellow pollen-spunk. Vines swung out and scooped up some pollen-spunk as well as some of our own puddle of sperm and delivered the two kinds of cum to Aunt Janice's central blossom, penetrating deep into her face pussy. Aunt Janice writhed in apparent pleasure at the sensation.

Captive, Taylor and I could do nothing but watch as Aunt Janice’s abdomen gradually swelled while the sap dripping from her nipples became a stream. Her bulging, pregnant looking stomach clenched, and her original vagina spewed a cascade of fluid. The sphincter like vaginal opening dilated and a fist-sized bulb was expelled at the end of a slender, pink vine-tentacle that snaked out of her vagina. The tip of the bulb had a barbed, sharp spine that the tentacle pointed directly at me. Other tentacles rose up and, vice-like, pinned my head in position while the bulb-tentacle lunged at me. "Molly!" cried Taylor in fear.

And suddenly my scalp, just above my right ear, was punctured by a sharp pain. I was paralyzed with fear as I felt tentacles burrow out from the bulb under my skin, under my scalp, cheek, and neck. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pink tentacle detach from the bulb and wither, leaving the bulb rooted in the side of my head. I whimpered in fear as the foreign object drilled into my skull.

Aunt Janice's tentacles released us and crept away. Taylor, freed, swung her face around too examine the bulb closely, while I brought a hand up to touch it. No sooner did my finger brush the bulb than I felt (!) it split open and unfurl it's contents. Taylor's eye widened in surprise, and I saw reflected in her pupil that the bulb had opened to reveal a labia-petalled pussy-flower with a dick-stamen was growing out of my head. Taylor examined it closely and snaked out her long tongue to give it a lick. We both gasped at the sexual sensation.

"It tastes sweet and salty," Taylor announced. "And it is beautiful. It suits you." She smiled. I blushed in pleasure. "But now isn't the time. Molly, we have to find who is doing this and stop them before anyone else is changed like your Aunt... like us."

"You're right," I replied, "but what can we do about it? I'm not sure we will be much use in an investigation or a pursuit."

Taylor grinned. "Ah, my dear Molly, I think I know just who did this."

"You do!?"

"Yes, and we have to go to tell your father!"

***

With Aunt Janice seemingly sated, we managed to slowly slither ourselves out from the embrace of the garden. It took some considerable effort to navigate the house, particularly stairs, but we eventually managed to drag/glide ourselves to my father’s study. Taylor gave me a glance that said follow my lead and we pushed the door open. Taylor, using all of our arms gave us a great heave and sent us gliding into the office.

My father started in surprise and stood, a look of shock on his face. "Molly...."

"I know it was you!" Boomed Taylor. "I know you did this Mr. Rycroft!"

I gasped and so did my father.

Taylor continued. "You're a transformation fetishist, aren't you Mr. Rycroft? You talked your wife into taking an extreme transformation and that satisfied your needs for a while, but lately you've felt your need growing. And then you found out your lover Annikah was planning to run off with her friend Candy, so you decided to transform them to fuel your fetish and keep them here as your dependent lovers!"

My father stammered.

"And then there was your sister-in-law, who clearly blames you for what happened to your wife and doesn't approve of your perversions. She has been a thorn in your side for years. It was a simple thing to transform her too, to make her into an inarticulate garden of love to please you and no longer get in your way!" Taylor gestured at our body with her hands and fondled our giant front breasts. "You just didn't expect their to be collateral damage, did you Mr. Rycroft?" She purred. "Do you like what you see?" Taylor swung her neck over and licked my cheek, all the while watching my father with her eye.

My father looked at us in mute horror but also... and it sickened me a little to recognize it, a certain amount of lust. Maybe he was guilty, maybe my father was a rampant transformist. Maybe we had been transformed as part of some sick, incestuous fantasy. Tears beaded in my eye as I felt a deep and distinct sense of betrayal.

"How could you!?" I shrieked.

My father, tears in his own eyes, looked at us and tried to speak...

But then loyal Bentley, the butler burst into the room. "Sir!" he cried, "You better come quick! Something has happened to Hayley! She's been transformed!"

***

The bulb in her head was a little much for me, but I like how it's turning out

That's so delicously weird!

My original interpretation is quite a bit different, but that's because I'm rooted more toward traditional anthropomorphics in design. But thinking about it, your's is the closer interpretation. The ram-cock is only supposed to be the size of a thigh, but the larger size in your pic makes the neck-wrapping a lot more viable.

My favorite TF takeaway here is the backwards-facing torso that is forced to remain spread-eagle. I can already see it in taur TFs, where the back of the upper half has one of them, allowing riders more "entertainment options".

Hell, just the forced spread-eagle legs by themselves inspires a lot. Take your regular naga with upper human half and bottom snake half, then tack on the forced spread-eagle legs that expose the pussy. Super hot. If it were up to me, I would make the change that you could close the legs, but there would also be a mental TF involved so that doing so would make you quickly aroused to the point where nothing else mattered but sex.

Chapter 6

“I’ll show you! I know without a doubt who the culprit is!” Taylor declared, dragging our shared body down the hallway as quickly as our four arms were able. My father followed awkwardly, clearly wanting to rush to the culprit, but not knowing their identity, was limited to our gradual slither. So together we made our pursuit, a pair of conjoined girls slipping on their enormous cunt and a well dressed man stutter-stepping along in their wake.

I glanced at Taylor, surveying the determined set of her eye. She was smart and courageous, and I didn’t doubt the powers of her deduction, but… she had been wrong before and this current theory sounded fantastical. Mind control? A known suspect bending ordinary people to their will? How could it be?

Taylor, perhaps seeing the puzzlement on my face, launched into an explanation. “I realized that their had to be more than one person performing the transformations. We know for a fact that the maid Elizabeth had attempted to transform Mr. Rycroft and Reginald Burris identified his family’s attacker as the maid Karen…”

“Reg has been here many times,” my father add, “he knows the regular staff well enough to identify them.”

“Which makes two confirmed agents,” Taylor continued, nodding at my father. “Mr. Mandel claimed that Hayley’s attacker was a man who fled into the woods on the property. Even if he was wrong about the gender of the agent, it is highly unlikely that Hayley’s attacker would be able to gather themselves quickly enough to perpetrate the Burris’ transformation or the attempted on Mr. Rycroft. Which means that there must be at least three agents, although I suspect the involvement of more.”

“But mind control?” I asked.

“Of the two agents whose identities we know for certain, Elizabeth and Karen, neither of them has an apparent motive for wanting to transform the family. It’s dubious either would be involved, but both together? I doubt it.” Taylor glanced at me, “And the one agent we saw in action, Elizabeth, was behaving uncharacteristically and erratically.”

“Yes,” I confirmed, “Lizzy was not herself then.”

“And afterward she and Karen both seemed confused, both claiming gaps in their memory. Not to mention that inhuman, purple glow in Elizabeth’s eyes during the attack itself… I think it speaks to an outside force, an outside will.” Taylor shrugged our shoulders. “I’m aware this sounds implausible, but we are already dealing with demon powered alchemy…” She gestured with her eye at our shared body as she kept pulling us along the floor and up to the second floor of the house.

“I’ll grant that your mind control theory might have some weight,” my father said, “but how can you possibly tell who the transformist is.”

Taylor smirked triumphantly, “Tell me Mr. Rycroft, what manner of… interaction does the staff have with your wife?”

My father stammered and blushed a little, “What could that possibly have to do with this?”

“I’ll show you.”

It became clear now that Taylor had lead us to my mother’s plinth. There she stood, all six feet of her phallic body, serene and surrounded by fresh cut flowers from the garden before it merged with Aunt Janice. We slithered up to mum, her towering central cock, her mound of breasts, the ring of cocks and cunts that encircled her. I felt our body growing hot and flushed as we approached, my nipple cocks stiffening, our cunts growing hotter and tighter. “Taylor?” I asked. She ignored me and reared her head gracefully to Mum’s body and wrapped her huge lips around one of my mother’s smaller cocks. I gasped as I felt the cock in Taylor’s mouth, inside our body and moaned as I felt Taylor sensitive, clitoral tongue lick the dick in her mouth. I moaned, revulsion and arousal warring as our body responded to the sexual contact.  Our dicknipples stiffened and our ram cock extended, beading with pre. Taylor bobbed her head, sucking and licking faster and faster until I tasted my mother’s semen erupt in Taylor’s mouth. I bit my lip and tried to control my sexual excitement.

“Hello my baby,” purred Taylor’s voice as she released Mum’s cock, her cyclopean eye glowing purple. “I’m so happy with how you’ve turned out.”

“Mum,” I gasped.

“And darling,” the mind controlled Taylor said, smirking at my father, “have you come to fulfill your obligations at last?”

“Mary?” my father asked, understanding dawning on his face. “What have you done?”

“What have I done!?” She snapped. “What have you failed to do? What of our promises?”

My father looked stunned and guity all at once.

“Mum, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“When I chose to become as I am, your father and I made a covenant.” Taylor’s voice said, “We promised each other we would both transform, that we would be together, copulating forever. He wanted to wait until you girls were older, but I couldn’t wait, so I transformed and he promised to join me in ten years.”

I was shocked. My mother had transformed when Hayley was still very little, when I was quite young. “It’s been at least fifteen years…”

“Precisely!” Mum snapped through Taylor. “I have come to collect my debt!”

My father looked guilty, “Mary, ten years wasn’t enough time. Hayley is only grown now…”

“Excuses! Lies!”

“Mum.. mother! What about everyone else you’ve transformed! Me, Hayley, Aunt Janice?”

“Interest,” Taylor’s voice purred. “Transformation is a gift, and since your father has refused to share in it, I have decided to give it to all of you! To rebuild this family!”

“But how? Why now?”

“Because it’s taken me this long to be ready for it. Mind control is hard, my baby, it has taken me years to master it. Your father and the staff have always fucked me, and while we were together I could feel their bodies: lithe, alive, beautiful. With practice I found I could touch their minds as well, feel their arousal and joy and happiness. Eventually I found I could ride their minds longer, see through their eyes and taste their lovers even after we were apart. Through determination and experimentation, I found I could do more than be a silent spectator, that I could actually take control of anyone who fucked me and make them do my bidding for a time. And that’s when I came up with my plan to transform you all!” Taylor’s indentured voice echoed around the large hall.

“And then,” Mum through Taylor continued, “it took time to pull together my plan: to use my darling’s body and connections to collect the necessary alchemy; to use the staff to scout the best strategies, to prepare the more elaborate traps ahead of time. It was the kind of careful planning only an immobile pile of genitals can really formulate.

“When all was in readiness, I simply waited for the perfect opportunity. And here it was: my darling was at the house and not away on business, both my girls were visiting on vacations, and the house was filled with other guests to join my new harem. It was the perfect time.” Taylor’s mouth drew back in a predatory smile. “And now there is just one last thing. Darling, it is time.”

My father looked at me, “Molly, I’m so sorry. This, this is all my fault. I… I got cold feet. I loved my humanity too much, loved the women and the power and the luxury. I was scared to give it all up. And so I broke the promise to your mother and did all of this.” He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small vial on a necklace chain. “And it’s time I made amends.”

My father began stripping off his clothes and walking towards my mother. He lifted the vial and addressed the mute phallus. “Mary, I didn’t forget my promise. I carried it with me every day, like a chain of guilt. I love you, and I always meant to be with you again. And I will be!”

With that my father opened the vial and drank the contents, walking towards Mum. His legs swelled into pillars of flesh and he grew taller and larger with every step. His arms grew massive forcing him to crawl. His penis lengthened and widened and along with his original limbs became massive pachyderm legs that carried his torso to hover over my mother’s huge central phallus. Now my father’s torso began to swell, growing huge heavy breasts which hung below him and the centre of his body split open to form the labia of a massive central cunt. His back swelled, grew into the dome of a single enormous breast with a giant brown nipple at its apex. The five legs of his body twisted until they were equally spaced, and from among his hanging breasts grew six tentacles, three capped with cocks and three ending in cunts, each corresponding to the smaller genitals on my mother’s immobile body. “Molly, I love you and your sister,” my father gasped as his head dissolved into his huge body, now a canopy of breasts and genitals held above my mother’s phallic body by mammoth legs.

No sooner did my father’s body stop changing, did my altered parents start to copulate. My father’s legs bent and lowered the huge cunt at the centre of his body down onto my mother’s central cock shaft, slowly filling his new body with her girth. His genital tentacles blindly sought out the small cocks and vaginas on my mother and began to fuck them with abandon. And then my father flexed his five legs and began to pump himself on mother, fucking her earnestly, slamming onto her in a way that made the floors of the house creak. Faster and harder they went until Mother’s cock body pulsed, spewing her semen into father, and father’s legs shuddered as he orgasmed, a small fountain of milk shooting from the nipple at the pinnacle of his new body. It was impossible to tell, but I hoped my parents were happy.

The purple colour left Taylor’s eye. She blinked. “So? Was I right?”

“Indubitably, my dear Taylor, indubitably.”

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The End.

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