Freaking awesome. I'd love to read more like this.

I remember seeing an old sketch you did of an ostritch-like creature that was one entire family fused together, with the parents as the main creature while the grown-up kids became their nethers. I'd love to see a similar transformation, even if it's a different kind of animal.

This is so fantastic and i love the concept of volunteers for a park like this. Please, please more of it, i can't wait any longer for new stuff.

Here is a short and rather rough one.

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Suzie was quite nervous standing in the room that would become her new home. She was quite aware that she shouldn't be here. In fact her parents would probably kill her. Unlike many of the other volunteers she was not from Jizza. Instead she came from the nearby village Podahl. Thus she was not here because she was simply affected by the Jizza factor. No, she was here because she was a rebel.

Suzie's parents were quite conservative and stuck in their ways. Basically like most people of Podahl. The whole valley it was in was basically a little pocket that time forgot right in the middle of one of the Empire's most diverse and modern provinces. Many had a negative attitude towards the changed, like they disliked anything else that was different from what they were used to. Not surprisingly there were not many transformees living in the area. Suzie had never shared her parents distaste for transformees. To be fair, she never cared much for them, either. It was more of a live and let live attitude. Nonetheless she felt more and more suppressed by her family's, no the entire communities' dusty, old ways. No innovation, no influence from the outside, no fun. Suzie, why do you have to listen to this music? Suzie, you look like a slut, dress differently! Suzie, good girls don't go out late at night! Suzie, don't start fooling around with that boy! She was sick of having her freedom restricted like that.

This was her way out, her own form of rebellion. When she had seen the call for volunteers to fill Jizza's new zoo, she had made the adhoc decision to join. It was quite an extreme measure to get out of the valley. After all she could just have run away to live in one of the cities. Suzie couldn't deny that this was more about revenge than her freedom. All her live her parents had tried to press her into a mold, with no consideration of what she wanted. Now she would destroy it all, their perfect little princess turned into some twisted beast. The thought was so tempting that she was willing to swap one cage for another, more literal one. She had just turned eighteen so the zoo couldn't reject her without good reason. Nonetheless she had sneaked away during the night and taken the train to Jizza. They would find out sooner or later anyway but now she had no need for them interfering.

Suzie breathed heavily. No going back now. She didn't really wanted to be transformed. She never had a desire for it but this was the most perfect way to take her freedom to the extreme. Almost immediately after telling one of the zoo-people that she wanted to become an exhibit, she had been let into this room. It almost looked like a large bathroom, covered in white tiles from ground to walls. Half the ground was lower by half a meter, creating what looked like an empty pool. In fact there was a large drain in it. The wall opposite of this pool was nothing more than a large glass panel, while the wall on the pool's side had about half a dozen holes drilled through it at about chest height. She had no clue what they were meant for, maybe air-circulation. Otherwise the room was devoid of any feature or furniture. Combined with the shiny white tiles and cold light of the ceiling lamps, the room had a very sterile quality.

She was having her first doubts. Did she really want to spent potentially the rest of her life in such a place? Her gloomy thoughts were interrupted by the zoo employee who just came back with a clipboard in hand.

„Miss Dummvalt,“ she said in a neutral tone. „Could you please sign here. We can continue with the procedure then right away.“

Suzie hesitated for a moment but then took his pen and signed the damn paper without even reading. She had made a decision and would follow through with it. She would show her parents that she was the one choosing her fate.

„Thank, you“, the woman replied. „Now please undress. We have a modified mana-emitter installed in the ceiling to ensure the right result.“
„Wait, you didn't even tell me what you want to change me into,“ Suzie replied with some alarm. She had thought she would maybe given some choices or at least be told what they had in mind for her.

The employee just grinned at her: „Well in that case I think it is going to be a pleasant surprise.“

That said she simply left the room and audibly locked the door behind herself, leaving a dumbstruck Suzie behind. Not much she could do about it. In the end it wouldn't change anything if she knew what they were about to turn her into anyway. The young girl sighed and began to remove her clothes, throwing them into one corner of the room. She had almost been on the skinny side, almost a bit boyish. Despite her lack of hips and butt, she at least had some firm B-cups to point out her femininity. Against her parents wishes she wore her crimson hair in a pixie cut, going well with her young, freckled face. Maybe she was a tomboy but she still considered herself rather pretty. She took a last look at her body. Soon there would be barely anything left of her current self.

The girl had just thrown away her last sock, when she already heard a mechanical whine, like some electric engine powering up. Her hair was starting to stiffen, as she felt a charge building up in the air. Suddenly a wave of pure warmth ran down Suzie's body, as the machine audibly discharged. She couldn't see anything but immediately felt the device's effect. Her skin started to tingle at first and then blew up like a balloon. Her flesh started to twist and grow rapidly, the sensations too many and too bizarre for the poor girl to comprehend. She was only half aware of what was happening to her.

Her entire body stiffened while her chest and stomach swelled and rounded out. At the same time her arms stuck to her sides and simply vanished into her body. Her modest breasts disappeared into her growing flesh in a similar manner. A second later her entire upper body was nothing more than a smooth, circular shape with large veins erupting all over it. Suzie's neck was swallowed next by her swollen torso, leaving her head sticking out from the top. Within seconds her hair fell out, as her skull bulged outwards and turned into a bright pink. Suzie gasped as her mouth suddenly turned sideways into changed into a lipless, vertical slit. She was immediately distracted though, as her vision blurred and then became more vibrant, even though a bit hazy, as if seeing the world through some movie effect. She didn't realize that all her facial features had melted away, including her eyes, as her head finished its transition into the glans of a penis. Luckily she had been left with mana-based vision to make up for it. Suzie's entire body from her waist up was nothing more than a five feet long, flexible penis. Her changes were far from over, tough.

Suddenly she fell hard to the ground, her legs just giving out. She realized that her remaining limbs had lost all bones, they twisted and stretched, turning into tentacles twice as long as they had been before. The blunt tips that used to be her feet swelled and then turned into cockheads the size of fists, immediately leaking pre-cum. The same milky substance started leaking from her former mouth in copious amounts, as Suzie's was actually getting quite aroused. She deep, burbly moan escaped her facial urethra, as her genital suddenly shot forwards. The flesh of her crotch quickly stretched into a tentacle as thick and long as her former legs, while at the same time her vagina swelled and changed to become another penis glans, leaving her with three identical dick-tentackes. Meanwhile her butt cheeks deflated and sealed over her crack, as her anus migrated down towards the central point between all three legs. Her lower body was left perfectly, radially symmetric. At last small bumps popped up underneath the base of each tentacles. The rapidly inflated and revealed themselves as massive testicles, each one the size of a beachball.

The transformation finally over Suzie shuffled around awkwardly. She was nothing more than a collection of penises. She should be horrified but she was just too horny to bother about anything else. She had to get relief. Without thinking about it, she moved up her tentacles and started rubbing them along her main shaft. It was an overwhelming sensation. It was as if her entire body had become one massive, erogenous zone. Well, actually it kind of has. All the stimulation quickly lead her to her first climax as a beast. Thick ropes of white goo erupted from her tentacles, splashing all over the walls. This was nothing, though, compared to the white geyser that shot from her penis-body. It hit the ceiling and rained. When she came back to her senses, Suzie found herself and most of the room covered in cum. Now she understood the meaning of the pool and the drain. To her surprise she realized that she was still oozing pre-cum. She guessed that that would be a permanent feature. Not too bad.

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Suzie was dead. That didn't stop her from enjoining herself, though. Six weeks had passed since her transformation, four since the opening of the zoo. She had quickly given up on her former name and accepted the one used by the zoo as her own. She was what they called a cum-monster now. It was quite a fitting name, for she was permanently dripping pre-cum all over herself. In fact she was constantly wading in her own jizz, since her little enclosure was full of it. The walls were stained with the residue of her ejaculations and the floor-tiles were hidden in a thick layer of cum. Despite the drain, the pool in the corner was overflowing with even more of the white substance. The creature loved to bath in it, rub the silky goo all over herself.

Something about her cum stopped it from drying out or rotting. As such the cleaning crew didn't have to worry. In fact they haven't cleaned her room even once since her transformation. She didn't mind, in fact she preferred her cave entirely covered in her semen like this. There was also that lovely masculine musk. She knew from reaction from visitors that it must be quite potent and reach far beyond her enclosure.

Even though she as male as one could be and not really human anymore, she still preferred to think of herself as female. It was like a twisted little secret hiding in that masculine body. This bizarre form of gender-bending was a big turn on for her. Ironically her body had become even a bit more masculine in the meantime. Unable to shave herself, thick, curly hair had started growing at the base of her cock-tentacles and on her many balls. It had the same shade of red as her hair used to be as a human. By now her pubic bushes were already quite dense but she wondered how far they would still grow.

The creature was just relaxing a bit in her pool, using two of her tentacles to rub her main shaft. She loved the attention she got from masturbating. She got a small audience gawking at her. Let's show them something special. She heaved her massive body out of the pool and lifted her rear so people got a good look at the anus on her body's underside. Then she bend her unoccupied tentacles around and plunged it into the waiting orifice. She still couldn't believe how incredible it felt. A few moments later she came, ejaculating all over the wall next to the glass panel. The creature let herself fall back down on her underside and relax for a few seconds. Her audience had already dissipated, replaced by others to watch the cum-monster. She had been told that her parents knew about what she has become but so far they haven't been in the zoo yet to see her. She doubted they'd come anytime zoo. Maybe her mother would overcome disappointment and anger to take a look at what used to be her daughter. She would quite enjoy to see her expression when that happened.

Even though she was the only cum-monster in the enclosure, she wasn't bothered about being lonely. After all lots of people came every day to look at her and when it came to her physical needs, she could take good care of herself as she had just demonstrated. Furthermore there was the way she was fed, a delightful idea of the zoo for some interactivity with the visitors. The holes in that one wall had turned out to be basically glory-holes, connected to little stalls in a side rooms. Any visitors with a penis could just stick it through, offering her a treat. She was not only named a cum-monster for the absurd amounts of jizz she produced but also because that was the only nourishment she could digest. Most likely her body ran more on mana than anything else but she couldn't deny the hunger and overwhelming appetite she felt for other people's semen. She could hardly control herself when she saw a penis poking from one of the holes, the urges were that strong. Right now she noticed two begging for her attention. One was an ordinary dick of average size, nothing special, but the other was a literal horse cock that had to belong to some form of transformee. Obviously she went for the big one first. Hungrily she engulfed it with her former mouth, giving it a unique blowjob. Of course she didn't want the other person to lose interest, so she used a tentacle to give their dick a gentle massage. Not enough for them to ejaculate too early but enough to keep their interest.

The cum-monster loved its new life. It didn't matter she had only done it to piss of her parents, joining the zoo had been the best decision she had ever made.

Niiiiiiice

Another entry. I tried to experiment with some new themes, especially gross and filthy ones, so many might not enjoy it.

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Cloe Bonefire left her college dorm to have a morning coffee at the nearby corner shop and pick up today's newspaper. She was turning the pages with little interest. Politics were the same, economy was the same, no events of any interest and so on. It was a small ad in the corner that caught her eye. Jizza was opening a transformee-zoo. She had heard about the odd events in that city but knew very little about it. The province of Feldearth had always been a bit isolated from the rest of the empire. Big events or important issues got picked up by the local media but otherwise one heard very little of what was going on in other provinces. Especially if it was of a nature like this. Due to some quirk of chance Feldearth suffered only of very few demon attacks and the mindset of its people didn't really tend towards self-inflicted modifications. As a result transformees were a bit of an oddity and in many places actually looked down upon.

Cloe didn't share that opinion, though. She had always been fascinated by the transformed. Outside of the internet it was quite hard to find anything out about the topic, especially in this little town. She had never even seen one in the flesh, only pictures and videos online. A trip to Freya's Realm or even just Ondora city had been a dream of hers but it had never worked out, either due to a lack of funds or simply because she had been too occupied with school or college. Her parents wouldn't approve anyway, so there was no hope of support from that direction. The small advertisement reminded her of this long-held wish, though. She had to show it to her sister. She gulped down the rest of her coffee and ran back to her dorm.

“Darma, you got to see this,” she shouted, storming into their shared room without even knocking.

Both girls were twins but not identical ones. In fact many people would probably not even have guessed them to be sisters. Cloe was small and skinny, a bit tomboyish with a black pixie cut and a tendency towards trousers and shirts. She didn't take any efforts to hide her prominent d-cups, though. In fact she was quite proud of them. Darma on the other hand was taller and more voluptuous, with a bit of a tummy and even larger breasts than her sister. She was more of a classic beauty, long blonde hair and a taste for feminine dresses and make-up. Standing next to each others they looked nothing alike.

“What is it?” Darma asked, still in bed and not in the mood to stand up. It was her day off.

Cloe told her about the zoo and showed her the page in the newspaper. Darma took it and gave it a more thorough read. Like her sister, she also had an interest in the transformed. It was one of the few things they had in common.

“That sounds very cool,” she said. “Its a lot easier to reach than the on in Frey. What do you think? I saved some money, we could maybe go there for a few days during summer break.”

“Well...,” Cloe began, tapping one foot and looking surprisingly embarrassed. “I wasn't thinking about going there as a volunteer.”

“You can't be serious,” Darma replied in shock. She had known that her sister was more into this than she was but this was something she hadn't expected.

“Well....I don't know. I've recently been playing with the idea to do some modifications, maybe. Just wondering what it would be like.”

“But this is not just some modifications,” Darma retorted. “They are looking for permanent exhibits. You'd be some animal and stay there forever.”

Cloe looked even more embarrassed now, she was actually blushing. Nonetheless she was defending her point: “Yeah...I know...but it kind of seems exciting, doesn't it? Like doing the forbidden.”

Darma had serious problem imagining her sister as a sexual monster. On the other hand, the thought kindled a perverse curiosity in her. Nonetheless, this was a serious matter.

“What about your studies? Your future?,” she answered, sounding a bit less sure now. “Do you really want to spent the rest of your life in a little cage for people to gaze at?”

Cloe seemed to squirm for a moment as if wrestling with herself. Eventually honesty won:
“Kinda yeah? I know its weird.”

She sighed.

“I just like the thought,” she said in resignation. “Its stupid, I know.  Let's forget about it.”

Meanwhile Darma's conviction was slowly breaking. She couldn't deny that the thought of seeing her sister transform had a certain appeal. It was obviously the thrill of the forbidden, as Cloe had mentioned, but that didn't make it any less appealing. Even though she tried not to show it, she was struggling with herself. Rationality was competing with emotions she had kept at bay for many years now. She probably wouldn't have given the little ad another thought but Cloe's unexpected confession had kindled something inside of her.

After a long, silent minute she said something she would never have thought to say, something that she should not say, which was exactly the reason why she did: “Let's do it together.”

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A week later the twins were standing in a sterile looking room somewhere in one of the zoo's smaller buildings. They called it the “Urban Enclosure”. Neither of the sisters had any idea what that meant. Without telling their friends or family, they had taken an airship to Jizza and gone straight to the construction side to volunteer. Cloe had been excited all the while, barely able to wait for the moment they got transformed. She had fully embraced that hidden desire. Darma on the other hand had a lot of doubts. She was still seriously contemplating to stop the whole thing and go back home. In fact it was only her sister's enthusiasm that had made her stick to the plan so far. Now they were reaching the point of no return and it made both of them very anxious, even if for different reasons maybe.

The fact that nobody had told them anything since their arrival, didn't help to quell Darma's fears. They had no idea what kind of enclosure they were meant to spend their lives in or what they wanted to transform them into. Both sisters had been hoping for something cute and cuddly or elegant and sensuous. Unlike her twin, Darma was very well aware that they could also be turned into something very different from what they had in mind. She had seen pictures of people turned into animal's assholes. That was not what she was willing to sacrifice her future for.

“What are you going to do?” she asked the man in front of her, hoping at least for a hint of what they had planned.

The employee just smiled and said: “Don't worry. Its going to be fine, just undress and enter through the door over there. I need to wait for a colleague. We will follow after you.”

They looked at the door. It was a solid looking pneumatic door, something you'd rather expect in a military facility or a power plant. Whatever was behind it, they either didn't want anybody to get inside without permission or...maybe more like, out. Even Cloe looked a bit unsure but there was no going back now. She started to undress, Darma following her lead. Anxiety and the mystery of what awaited them, made them completely forget that they were completely naked in a room with a stranger.

The man didn't seem to notice or care, though. Instead he just told them to go through the door, entering a code in a side panel to open it. The girls went through, just to find themselves in a tiny little space with nozzles in walls and ceiling. Darma recognized what this was from her chemistry lab at college, a disinfection room. The door behind them slammed shut and a hatch in front of them opened. They were suddenly hit by a wave of foetid air. The stench was impossibly pungent, an intense mix of mold, dampness and feces. Darma was about to turn around and beg the man to let them out. Whatever was going on, the stench couldn't mean anything good.

Before she could move, Cloe took her hand, though. Her expression was shockingly determined. It was so unlike her. She lead her sister into the room proper, whispering: “Its too late now. We go through with this, no matter what, okay? I am with you.”

Her smile was quickly wiped out, though, when they entered their new home. Darma couldn't tell if it was because of what she saw or because the smell had gotten even more intense. It was as if they had fallen into the sewers. In fact the room, a space of maybe ten by ten meters, was a perfect replica of a sewer tunnel, damp, moldy brick work and everything. Even the hatch they had come through was carefully hidden inside the brickwork, the only thing that broke the illusion was the large, reinforced glass panel on the opposite wall. Running through the room was a little canal, about a meter wide and probably not very deep. The girls couldn't tell, though, for the water running through it was a filthy, dark soup. Considering the stench, neither of them would have been surprised, if it was actual sewage. It came from a grate in the wall and disappeared into a big drain just underneath the glass panel. Maybe that was the reason for the odd security measurements and thick doors. They had actual sewage running through the enclosure. Darma couldn't take it any longer, her body capitulating, she bend over and vomited. Cloe didn't look much more healthy. Despite all her bravado, she was feeling sick.

She heard the metallic clank of the hatch opening and turned around. Two figures in hazard suits entered the enclosure. The lead one was holding what looked like...a gun. After a second glance it was actually more like a watering can, with a perforated, funnel-like muzzle. A thick rubber tube hang from it, connecting the device to a huge metal canister the other figure was holding. She could easily imagine what this was about but the fact that the zoo people were in such heavy gear didn't fill her with confidence. The very room she and her sister were in was not at all like what she had imagined, so much that she was actually afraid now what they had in mind for them. She was on the verge of protesting but the leading figure lifted the gun and spoke with a feminine voice: “Don't worry, sweethearts. Its going to be alright once the procedure is over.”

Cloe didn't get a chance to reply, as she was immediately hit by a thick stream of purple goo erupting from the gun. Darma had been too busy retching to notice what was going on. She shrieked in surprise when she was hit by the substance. Whatever it was, it was sticky and heavy, almost like glue. Due to the high pressure and wide spread of the gun's “fire”, they were completely covered in seconds. The employees kept going, though. More and more of the purple substance was layered upon the sisters, the weight slowly forcing them onto their knees and then onto the ground. Cloe and Darma were about to panic, pressed down like this, unable to see or hear anything, muffled by the purple goo. However, despite themselves, they started to calm down again. Something in the substance had to have some form of sedative mixed into it. They felt their limbs go numb and their minds felt dizzy. The two zoo employees only stopped when each girl was hidden underneath a large, round pile of purple slime, hardening already into what resembled a cocoon. Inside the sisters were unable to resist the calming warmth of their prisons and fell into a deep slumber.

-0-

Cloe woke up first. There was a moment of utter confusion when she found herself in absolute darkness, completely covered in something heavy and smothering. She thought at first she had the blanket over her head but then remembered where she was and what had happened. There was a short flicker of panic but then calm set back in. She had to stay level headed. She had to get out of this stuff. It felt hard and flaky on her skin, as if it had dried out while she had been asleep. She tried to break it apart with her hands, carve herself a way out but nothing happened. Her arms were not numb but missing entirely. She wasn't sure how but she just knew by the way her body felt. In fact, it felt massive, swollen and a bit formless as if she had gained a lot of weight. She tried to push herself forward but realized immediately that her legs were missing, too. What had they done to her. She kept calm. Physical changes were to be expected after all. Despite herself, she actually got a bit excited. There was something thrilling about the mystery of what she looked like now. Her spine felt a lot more flexible and a lot longer. Had they turned her into some sort of snake? At least that would explain the lack of limbs. She tried to shuffle forwards to wiggle out of this cocoon. It was a slow and laborious process, for her body felt heavy and sluggish, not matter how flexible it might be now, but she made progress. Her head was pushing through the dried out substance with ease, it was almost like Styrofoam. However, she also realized that something was wrong with her face. Her mouth was pulled into a permanent pout which she could barely move and there were some form of appendages attached to her face, if she didn't know better she would say that they felt like hands or....no more like feet.

After some more pushing and awkward shuffling she finally saw light. The brightness caused her to close her eyes but she was happy and pushed on, finally free of her prison. It took some more minutes to slide out entirely. Even free of its confines her body was slow and heavy. By then her eyes had adjusted and the blinding light revealed itself to be no more than a dark gloom. Cloe found herself back in the fake sewer tunnel, the dried husk of the cocoon she had came out from collapsed and fell apart the moment she was out of it. She looked around, disappointed that this disgusting place was going to be her new home after all. The smell was still unbearably horrible but her body didn't react anymore to her surprise. No reflex to gag or retch. It was bothersome but didn't make her feel ill any longer.

Her initial sense of disappointment and disgust was slowly replaced by curiosity when she caught a faint reflexion of her new form in the window glass. Shock and horror were fighting with fascination and awe at what she saw.  She had essentially become a giant worm or slug. Her body was was nothing more than a fat, limbless tube about seven feet long. It was not of an even width, instead the center of her body was the fattest part, easily more than three feet in diameter and tapering at both ends. Her skin was an ugly, brown-green color and dripping with thick mucus, not unlike a slug. Despite her inhuman shape, she had very human breasts hanging from her underside. There were dozens of them, each a perfectly shaped, firm d-cup arranged in a row of pairs that ranged from just below her head to the tip of her tail. They seemed out of place. The same was true for the four feet that were attached to her face. Her first assumption had been right. Her head was little more than an short extension of her flexible neck, with two small black eyes at either side. She had neither nose, nor ears but arranged around her mouth were four dainty, feminine feet, set in two pairs in a way as if two women were standing back to back. The ankles seemed quite dexterous, almost boneless, but yet strong. As a result she could easily move these feet around and bend them so that the soles of them all could touch each other. In between these appendages was not her human mouth, though. The orifice she saw was more like a sphincter, in fact it looked exactly like a human anus, nothing more than a puckered little hole. She still had her tongue, though, which she experimentally pushed out. She shivered. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, her sphincter-mouth a lot more sensitive than her human lips used to be.

Rather than cute and fluffy, Cloe had become slimy and gross. Yet she was not horrified or lamenting her fate. Instead she was utterly fascinated by her new self. She shuffled around to get a better look at the rest of her body. On what she would describe as her back, where her worm-body was thickest, was a sort of hump. Moving around she realized that it looked like a feminine butt and lower back growing out from her backside. She noticed that there was no anus between the butt cheeks but there was her virtually unchanged vagina squished underneath. Despite being also green it look the same as before, rather tiny on her new frame. Further away she noticed that her blunt tail end also sported an orifice. It looked like an anus, too, but a lot larger and thicker than the one in her face. She guessed this was the asshole formerly between her buttocks. While squirming around to get a better look at herself, Cloe noticed one last appendage she hadn't seen at first. Hidden between her many breasts was a male penis. Taking a closer look at it, she realized there was also a pair of balls. They were massive, probably the size of an orange each, set in a loose scrotum that would most likely drag along the ground when she moved. The same was true for her penis, even flaccid it was two feet long and as thick as her wrist used to be be. It almost looked like a snake trying to navigate through her tits. Staring at it she noticed it slowly getting rigid, with each pulse swelling a bit more and becoming a bit more erect. Only now did she realize that indeed she was feeling quite excited, a little aroused even.

The rational part of her mind was well aware about how absurd this was. She was a slimy worm-monster, the absolute opposite of what she had wanted to be, and she was lying in a stinking, filthy fake sewer tunnel. There was nothing even remotely erotic about this and yet she couldn't deny how she felt. The sight of her disgusting new body and the sensations it provided her with were turning her on, if she wanted to or not. At first she tried to resist but then realized that this was even more absurd. There was nothing she could do about her situation, so why not give in and enjoy it. She guessed many transformees felt like this, at least those ending up with a body not of their choosing.

Her penis was fully hard by now, three feet long and pulsing with need. A thick stream of pre-cum was leaking from it and mixing with the slime covering her body. Cloe had to get relief but she had no hands to masturbate. At the moment she could only think of one thing she could do. She wriggled her heavy body around and with some effort managed to bend to the point where she could reach her new organ. She could only achieve this, though, by pressing her many breasts into each other, hard nipples rubbing against each other and making her even more horny. Without thinking Cloe clamped her four facial feet around her member and began to move her head back and fourth. She was essentially giving herself the most bizarre foot-job she could imagine but it felt heavenly. The sensations were new and strange but oh so right. Her mind was at the breaking point barely able to handle all this pleasure. A moment later all these different sensations were washed away by one blinding, intense feeling as she reached the first orgasm in her new form. Her cock shot its load right into her face, almost hitting her in the eye. The huge appendage kept spraying cum for several moments, far longer than an ordinary man could ever hope to, releasing impressive amounts of jizz. Cloe was surprised by the intense feeling of satisfaction she experienced after her orgasm finally ended. She was exhausted and a bit dizzy but in a weird way very content. Despite her initial doubts, she was pretty sure now that she would be happy in this new life. She noticed her cum dripping from her facial feet. As a human she'd probably have washed it off straight away but now there was no point. Even if she had the means, considering this environment, a bit of cum was absolutely meaningless.

The former girl was torn from her daze by a cracking sound. She wriggled her body around to see a large split in the other purple cocoon. Her sister was finally waking up and forcing her way out. Cloe smiled internally, she would help her sister to adjust to her new body and show her how pleasant it could be.

-0-

Cloe groaned in a deep, bizarre voice as she pumped her hard cock into Darma's wet pussy. This was already the third time today they were mounting each other and it was only early afternoon. The whole process was a bit awkward, one large, sluggish worm monster mounting the other from behind to get at the vagina on the back, with no limbs to get a hold, only using their tails and sticky slime which covered their bodies to keep on top of the other. By now they had the hang of it, but even then one would slide off from time to time. In a weird way the additional labor involved just to fuck each other actually fueled their lust even more.

It has been a year now since their transformations. What had started as a horror trip had quickly turned into something they preferred even over their initial idea of becoming sexy and cute. Maybe the changes had also twisted their minds but they loved being gross and ugly. They didn't mind their sewer-enclosure either. They had first gotten used to the stench but then actually started to like it when they began to embrace their new disgusting forms. It fit the theme and was quite a suitable habitat for monsters like them. In a perverse way they enjoyed the disgusted and shocked looks they got from visitors. They were not the creatures they expected. They were the oddballs meant to remind people that not all transfomed creatures had to be desirable sexbeasts.

There had been a few others things that had taken some time to get used to. A day after they had entered the enclosure, Cloe had felt the need to take a poo. The pressure hadn't moved towards her rear-anus, though. Instead she had been forced to discover that it was her facial anus that performed that function now. The first time had been horrific, with her tongue still there, she had been able to taste all of it. The pleasure she felt from her sensitive orifice had only made the whole ordeal very confusing. At least there hadn't been much need for a clean-up, for her thick layer of slime had washed off most of it. When she had felt thirsty and hungry for the first time, things had become a bit more clear, for the need to ingest was strongest at her tail end. She had still been forced to drink from the sewage for there was nothing else in their room and nobody brought them anything, but luckily she had no tongue at that end. The zoo employees had later revealed to them that their digestive system had been reversed. That's why they had to drink sewage with their tails, their only source of nourishment from now on, and shat with their mouths. At firs they hadn't taken well to that aspect of their anatomy but with so many other things they had adjusted, to the point were they actually enjoyed it. Cloe didn't mind the taste of her own feces anymore and focused more on the pleasure now.

Cloe was finally reaching her climax. The sensation of her many tits rubbing against her sister's backside was just too much. With another deep, inhuman moan she shot her seed into the other's womb. That's what she lived for. She didn't knew if Darma felt the same about their new genitalia but she loved her cock far more than her old vagina, even though that didn't mean that she disliked being mounted by her sister in return, far from it. She simply preferred the sessions when she was on top. Dizzy and content she rolled off her twin's slimy body, hitting the ground with a lazy thud. Darma on the other hand didn't stop moaning. It was almost as if her own orgasm was still ongoing. In a way it was. A moment later a big cluster of apple-sized orbs erupted from her womanhood, all glued together by more slime, looking almost like a giant, deformed bunch of grapes. The cluster slid down her body and fell to the ground has she was finally coming to a rest. There were several similar clusters all around their enclosure. That was actually the primary reasons for why they had been transformed like this.

Only later they had been told that they had unknowingly become volunteers to one of the zoo's many breeding projects. In fact one of the most unique and unusual of these projects. They had been created as the first breeding pair, the progenitors of a new species. Rather than just adding a new species to the world or helping to rescue an endangered one, there was a more specific and pragmatic purpose to this. The creatures that hatched from these eggs looked similar to their parents but without their human genitalia or facial feet. They were nothing more than fat worms, almost looking like fat slugs, maybe eight inches long. This was their adult form. They would not grow or procreate on their own. Only Cloe and Darma could breed, keeping the growth of this species under strict control. The newborn worms would not even stay in the enclosure. Drawn to water by instinct, they'd be flushed away back into the actual sewers. Their slime, identical in nature to that covering their parents, was a carefully crafted anti-toxin and disinfectant. The idea was that the mere presence of these worms in the sewers would break down the sewage and start cleaning it up before even reaching the water treatment plant, improving the water quality all over Jizza. The twins assumed there was more to it that the employees didn't want to say, quite amusing, since neither of them would be able to tell anybody else. However, they didn't care that much anyway. Laying these eggs was an orgasmic experience of its own and something they greatly enjoyed.

Despite everything both sisters were loving their new life. It was slimy, stinky and disgusting but somehow it was better than anything they could have hoped for in a twisted, perverse way.

Here's my attempt to add to this little part of the universe.  I hope you all enjoy it.

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            Frosty sighed as she set her basin beside yet another table and started piling the used plates, cups, and silverware into it.  Just another day at her oh-so-boring job.  She'd come to the big city four years ago to make her big break in acting, but like so many young people with that dream it never came to fruition.  Her biggest part in that time period was the one likely responsible for her lack of success. 

            Back then she was just Florence, a curvy blonde with lots of…personality.  She was so excited to get a spot in a commercial advertising a new brand of chewing gum.  Florence hadn't even minded the full body make-up she'd had to put on, leaving her with pale blue skin and ice white hair.  It was only afterward the actresses found out the studio had used d-cum laced products to make their colors really pop.  The fact she was now permanently blue was a blow to Florence's ego, but it could have been worse.  Cherry now looked like she was permanently in a fit of rage despite being the sweetest person Florence had ever met and Lemon looked like she was always ill.  Not to mention Grape losing out on her lucrative contract modeling swimwear.  At least the settlement for loss of earning potential made it a bit more bearable, though the fact everyone started calling her Frosty was annoying.

            Fast forward three years and even with her unique coloring Frosty never found a role she clicked with.  It was almost to the point she considered going back to the farm, though she dreaded the looks on her parents’ faces.  Frosty came from a region where there were very few transformed and knew she would stick out a like a sore thumb.  Normally she liked attention, but not that kind.

            Frosty carried her bin to another table, one recently vacated by a man in a business suit.  As she dumped his plate of half eaten toast into the bin, Frosty's eye was caught by the newspaper the businessman had left on the table.  Specifically, the small article in the corner about a new zoo opening up in Jizza.  Frosty had always loved animals, a byproduct of growing up on a farm.  Jizza wasn't too far away, maybe this would be a fun distraction when it opened in a few months.

            Frosty picked up the newspaper, intending to save it for further reading after her shift, when a particular detail caught her eye.  The article stated that the zoo was looking for volunteers to become exhibits.  Not work them, become them.  Suddenly Frosty became weak at the knees as the idea swept through her mind.  Lounging around all day, finally getting the attention she thought she deserved, that would be a dream come true.

            "Frosty, I pay you to work, not to daydream."  came a loud voice, interrupting Frosty's train of thought.  Frosty turned to see a squat and angry woman standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her brown hair in tight curls. 

            "Sorry Mrs. Kalemier." Frosty called guiltily.

            "There are two more tables in section three that need cleaning.  Now hop to it." her boss ordered.

            "Right away Ma'am."  Frosty exclaimed, rushing to catch up with her work.  The whole time, her mind was firmly on this wonderful opportunity.

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            Frosty was so excited as she stepped through the front gates of the zoo.  She'd been full of anxiety ever since sending in her application two weeks ago, her self-doubt predicting they'd reject her.  Instead, ten days later she'd gotten a letter explaining that Frosty had qualities they were highly looking for and asking her to come in right away.  The last few days had been a blur; quitting her job, breaking the lease on her apartment, and gifting or selling her remaining possessions.  After all, where she was heading Frosty wasn't going to need them anymore.

            All around her were people scuttling to and fro.  They seemed to be split into two separate groups.  The first looked like they belonged at the zoo, either as employees or contractors helping with the set-up.  They were dressed either in uniforms or work clothes.  The other half were like her, wide-eyed and excited to find out what they would become.  Frosty's paperwork had told her to report to the main dining complex, where she would receive further instructions.  As it was an hour or so before noon, Frosty didn't expect the cafeteria to be very full.  Maybe they would be throwing her one last lunch before carting her off to be changed.

            Stepping through the wide glass front doors, Frosty scanned the room.  There were a dozen or so worker class people scattered around the large circular room, but her eye was caught by a trio of women sitting at a table by the rim of the stage.  Frosty thought they might be here for the same reason she was, so she walked over to see.

            As Frosty stepped closer, one of the women looked up and spotted her.  The woman’s skin was a very pale white, which contrasted nicely with her shock of red hair.  "Wow cool skin." she exclaimed.

            "Literally." the second woman deadpanned.  She was a well tanned blonde with the build of a farmer.  Frosty was almost reminded of her old look before the commercial.

            "Let me guess." said the third, a dark skinned beauty with short curly black hair.  "You're here to become an exhibit?"

            "Umm, yea." Frosty stammered, slightly taken aback at the woman's blunt accusation.  Then again, it was a good guess seeing as she didn’t look much like a zoo employee.

            "Us too." squealed the redhead.  "This is going to be awesome."

            "They told us we were waiting on a fourth.  Now that you're here they should be changing us soon." the dark skinned woman told Frosty.  "By the way, I'm Kiari." she held out a hand for Frosty to shake.

            "Sabrina." the redhead replied enthusiastically.

            "Amanda." the final woman answered shyly.

            "Florence, but most people call me Frosty." Frosty gestured to her blue skin as she took a seat at the table.

            "I can't wait to find out what I'm going to be.  I want it to be something sexy and cute so people will have fun playing with me."

            "I'm hoping to become quite the opposite." Kiari smirked at her bubbly companion.  "Something big and powerful and scary.  Something that sticks in the mind of everyone who sees in."

            "What about you Frosty, what do  you want to be?" Sabrina asked.

            Frosty shrugged.  "I haven't given it much thought honestly.  I just want to be the center of attention for once.  I tried becoming an actor, which is where I ended up with this skin tone, but things never worked out.  I figured this place was better that waiting tables my entire life."

            "No matter what you end up as here, it's practically guaranteed your end up as the center of attention in your little world." Kiari noted.

            "And you, Amanda?" Sabrina their shy tablemate.  When the tanned woman didn't answer Sabrina tried again.  "Come on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.  We're all here for the same reason."

            Amanda bobbed her head as if thinking before finally admitting, "I want to be something strange and disgusting.  A giant worm or a pile of genitals.  Maybe even become the genital on a normal animal, or even as asshole."

            Frosty didn't think she could stand being transformed that way, but who was she to cast stones at others fetishes?  Besides, Amanda looked relieved to have that off her chest.  Sabrina started to probe for details but before she could dig very far their conversation was interrupted by a man in a zoo uniform approaching their table.  The name on his shirt patch was Oliver.

            "Ah good, the last of you has arrived.  If you'll come with me ladies, we can see to getting you transformed."

            "What, already?  We can't get lunch first?" Frosty complained.

            The man shook his head.  "I'm sorry, but we need to get you changed and hooked up before the lunch crowd arrives.  Now if you'll please follow me."

            The dining area was designed as a large circle, with all the vendors around the outer lip.  Inside that was a thick ring of tables.  The inner portion of the circle was a raised stage that the man mentioned could be filled with either temporary exhibits or other ways of entertaining diners.  The stage had a backing running a quarter or so of the arc and Frosty and her new friends were led behind it.  A long shelf ran the entirety of the curved section.  On it sat the typical things found in cafeterias.  Cup dispensers, a salad bar, extra silverware and napkins, etc.  There was a gap in the center that Frosty found odd, but her eyes were drawn to the huge box on the floor before it.

            The box was big and metal, almost eight feet long and three feet in the other two dimensions.  Around it stood two other men and a muscular woman, each dressed in park uniforms.

            "Here we are." Oliver told the group.  "We need each of you to strip down and step into the conversion box."  He gestured to the metal structure on the ground.

            "But why are we changing here?" Sabrina asked, even as she started to unbutton her blouse.  "Wouldn't it make more sense to change us near our exhibit?"

            "You'll see." was the man's cryptic reply.  "Now please hurry, we have a very busy schedule today and we're already running behind."

            Frosty fell a bit insecure about taking off her clothing in public, but then she rationalized that as an exhibit she wouldn't need them soon anyway.  Amanda seemed to be filled with a similar anxiety, while Kiari was already down to her undergarments.  To the surprise of no-one, Sabrina was the first volunteer nude.  Under the direction of their guide, she stepped into the box and laid down long ways.  "Ok, I'm ready.  Change me." she exclaimed with glee.

            "Not yet." Oliver told her.  "We need the others to climb in first."

            That caught Frosty by surprise.  She thought they would all be changed individually.  Sharing a body with the rest of her group would dim the spotlight a bit, but it was too late to back out now.  She climbed into the box after Sabrina and Kiari.  Amanda took some extra encouragement from the three naked women before she joined them.

            Oliver and his assistants arranged the woman in a very specific order.  Frosty found herself with her face in Sabrina's knees, which trembled in excitement.  Sabrina was against one of the metal walls of the box, while behind Frosty she could feel Kiara's warm back pressing into her.  Amanda was placed on the far side of the dark skinned beauty, directionally flipped like Sabrina.

            Despite how big the interior looked at the beginning it was now very cramped with four women in it.  Frosty wasn't claustrophobic, but the closeness of the other women was starting to give her second thoughts.  Before she could voice them, her world was shadowed by the lid being raised over the box.

            "I hope you ladies enjoy your transformation.  Trust me when I say you'll be well liked and appreciated from now on."  With that the top of the box was slid into place, trapping the women in pitch blackness.

            "This is it, I'm so excited." Frosty heard from around her ankles.

            She was about to reply when there was a hissing sound and her skin suddenly felt damp.  A moment later it started to tingle.  Aerosolized d-cum, Frosty thought.  She could feel the chaotic power of the liquid seep down into her core.  Frosty tried to pull away from Kiari's back and found she couldn't.  It was if they now shared one body.  Before she could try and pulled away from Sabrina, Frosty felt her flesh begin to inflate.  Her body pressed against the others, into the others, and then Frosty lost her sense of self.

            Some time later…it could have been second, minutes, or hours, Frosty came back to herself.  She knew instantly what had happened, there was no fogginess that she read could sometimes happen with extreme transformations.  Frosty knew she was no longer human.  However, Frosty had no idea what she was now.

            The blackness of the box was still all around her, if not deeper than before.  It wasn't like having her eyes closed, it was if she no longer had eyes.  In fact, Frosty wasn't sure she even had senses anymore.  She couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't taste or smell.  Frosty thought she might have lost touch as well, but then she felt something press into her at multiple points.  It wasn’t painful, more ticklish in an area that felt like her breasts.  A few minutes later, despite having almost no way to perceive the outside world, Frosty felt a moment of vertigo as her new body was lifted and repositioned.

            As the motion ceased, Frosty became aware that she wasn't alone.  She could kind of hear the others, whispers of thought and flashes of images.  It wasn't true communication, more the barest sense of feeling.  From what she could tell Sabrina was happy, Kiari was horny, and Amanda was scared.  Frosty tried to send comforting thoughts to the latter.

            For a time Frosty floated in the darkness.  She could somehow tell Oliver and his team were still working on her.  She would feel them touch her skin, or something new pressing into her transformed body.  With her limited senses, each action felt magnified tenfold.

            Frosty thought she was finally getting used to her reduced state when something came in and ran her head like a bell.  It was as if she had a button labeled pure pleasure and someone had pressed it firmly.  It was the feeling of a hard fucking, soft sucking on her tender nipples, and a tongue teasing her clit all rolled into one.  Under the shock of arousal Frosty could feel something else.  The movement of liquid through her new body.  It came from a place she thought of as her stomach, winding its way around before coming out her mouth.  Despite trying Frosty could in no way affect the flow of the liquid, merely sit back and enjoy the pleasure that came with its passage.

            The press of her pleasure button ceased and so did the liquid pumping out of her.  Frosty wanted to cry out, to beg someone to press her more, but she could no longer speak.  A moment later the sensation did return, but no-where near as strong.  Through their mental link, Frosty could tell it was Sabrina who was now getting the full brunt of the pleasure.  The trickle she was receiving was enough to keep Frosty at a slow boil, but not enough to get her the release she craved.  Eventually, after all the other women had gotten a shot of intense pleasure did her turn came again and Frosty screamed soundlessly as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

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            Oliver stood back and examined the food court's new drink machine with pride.  It was a boxy cube of flesh about six feet wide and as deep as the counter it sat on.  Running across the middle in a line were eight large breasts, each with a wide areola and flat nipple.  On the bottom of each breast was a pair of lips, alternative facial and vaginal.  These lips hung over a gap large enough for a glass, which would rest on the eight butt cheeks that made up the liquid catch.

            The skin of the machine was a camouflage pattern derived from the skin tones of four women who comprised it.  On each breast was a tattoo describing the drink that would dispense when the nipple was pressed.  This was not part of the transformation, instead an addition performed by the transformation machine Oliver’s crew had taken to calling the Juice Box.  The flavors weren't major brands, instead they were things like "Sassy Sabrina" or "Kool Kiari".  At the very top of the machine, where a normal soda dispenser would have the company logo, they organic drink machine had one as well.  An image of Frosty reclined in a lewd position, her modesty barely preserved by bubbles as she held up a frosted mug in either hand.  The words "Frosty's Finest" were painted in dark blue script on either side of the image.

            "I think I like this one more than the one we installed earlier in the rest stop on the far side of the park." the sole woman of the work crew, Tabitha, remarked as she pressed a nipple to refill her glass.  Oliver could picture the sheer pleasure that was running through Frosty as she dispensed some "Fabulous Frosty" out of what had once been her vaginal lips.

            "You just had the hots for the blue woman." Mark teased.  It was well known to the tight knit group that Tabitha was an avid lesbian.

            "And you didn't?  I loved those old gum commercials."  Tabitha sighed as she took a sip of her glass.  "And now I can drink her in every day if I want to."

            "Come on guys, let's get a quick lunch in." Oliver told his crew.  We've got another of these drink machines to install this afternoon over by the petting zoo."

            "Ooh Mark, maybe if we can get done early you can play with your girlfriend there." It was Tabitha's turn to tease her companion.

            "I doubt we will." Oliver noted.  "One of the afternoon volunteers was another woman from the same commercial that colored Frosty."

            "Ooh, who?  Lemon?  Grape?" Tabitha asked excitedly.

            "Cherry."  Mark groaned at the excited look on Tabitha's face.

            "Out of here on time, we will never be now."  The rest of the work crew stared at their fourth member, nicknamed Silent Steven for how little he talked.  This led to a round of chuckles as they walked off to go get some lunch, leaving the living drink machine that used to be Frosty and her friends behind.

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Epilogue

            In a way, Frosty got her wish.  As the food court’s sole drink machine they were the center of attention.  A month after opening the zoo ran a poll and her two flavors averaged out the most favorites.  After that it became a rite of passage to try one of her drinks, leaving the former actress in an almost never ending stream of orgasms.

I love what happens with Cloe and Darma. This is the stuff i hope for.

And here's the second set of transformations I've been planning.  I hope you guys like it.

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    This whole thing started out as a game of chicken.  None of us ever expected it to get this far.  But now that we were here, it wasn’t like we could back out.

    Maybe I should back up a moment.  If you looked at our current situation with an impartial analysis, a large part of it would be my fault.  After all, I was the one who brought the news that Jizza was opening a new zoo to the attention of my friends.

    We’d talked about it the night before at the dinner table.  I was living at home while attending college and my parents insisted on sit down meals.  My mother had just returned from a work trip to the city, a place she visited regularly.  She had been there when the first wave of transformations had occurred years ago and had been swept up with the sudden need for masculinity as well.

    Despite how much she wanted to, my mother knew my father wouldn’t be able to take being married to another man.  He loved her dearly, but there are some things a man can’t change.  Therefore my mother became what she called a stealth male, one that hid her true gender under changes designed to feed on my father’s other fantasies.  She became an anthro skunk, covering her body in a wonderfully soft coating of black and white fur.  Her breasts were converted into testicles, and her tail was actually a huge cock,  the true purpose of both areas hidden by her fur.  The changes hypercharged my mother's cum production, causing her to constantly leak small amounts.  It blended unnoticed into the white fur of her tail, but the change made my mother always smell like she’d come home from an orgy.  My father had taken to calling her Stinky as a pet name and it was picked up by several of her associates.

    To maintain the illusion of femininity, my mother’s anus was moved forward to where he vagina used to sit.  As weird as it is to think about one’s parents’ sex life, my father didn’t seem to mind screwing this new hole.  In fact, they seemed to connect far more often than before my mother’s change.  My younger sister and I were thankful the house was built with noise canceling foam inside the bedroom walls.

    Anyway, back on topic.  My mother brought up the topic of the zoo to me and I shared it with my group of friends.  We were a decidedly mismatched lot.  Constance was the outdoorsy type, with a tall and athletic frame.  It seemed like every other weekend she was out hiking or camping somewhere.  Hilda was dark skinned and short.  She kept her hair in a tight, curly afro and when she wasn’t in class could be found in the campus gym.  Frederick was the only male of our little clique, a short and slight geek.  Many of the other men teased him for it but we never did, which might be why he hung around with four women.  And finally there was Tina, whose look was best described as goth-lite.  She wore black most of the time and was really pale, but lacked all the death and gloominess of a true goth.  At least towards the others.  I think she disliked me, but I could never figure out why.  Tina never seemed to want to be alone with me.  She always made up some excuse whenever circumstances put just the two of us together.

    As a group we spent a week talking about the zoo, making up all sorts of different transformations we might see.  Finally someone, I think it was Hilda, suggested that maybe we should volunteer to become exhibits.  After all, we all thought the transformed were sexy, or at least bizarrely interesting.  Why not take the plunge and find out what it was like to become little more than an animal?  That is, unless we were chicken?

    Once the idea took root it was impossible to weed it out again.  For a multitude of reasons none of us were willing to break first.  So here we were, being led around the section of the zoo that would become our home for the rest of our lives.  This subsection was devoted to making genitalized versions of animals from the other lost continents.  I’d studied them in school, the pictures left over from Eden.  From the signage already in place we were to become creatures from Atziluth or Yetzirah, but I didn’t have time to stop and read more.

    “Ms. Hanson, this is your enclosure.”  Our guide and transformer Martin told our group, indicating Constance.  “If the rest of you will wait here in the walkway, you can watch as she gets changed.

    After Martin left with Constance, the rest of us chatted nervously.  “What do you think she’ll end up as?” Frederick asked, his excitement dampened by the thought that soon he’d be the one walking into an enclosure.

    “Who knows?” Tina replied, her emotions unreadable.  “We’ll have to wait and see.”

    A few minutes later Constance reappeared with Martin.  She strode naked into the enclosure, giving us a full view of her body.  Modesty wasn’t important when you were going to become an animal in only a few moments.  Constance’s nakedness gave me a clear view of the big way she differed from the other females in our group.  While out camping in the mountains two years ago, Constance had stopped off to bathe in a small mountain lake.  What she didn’t know what that the lake was infested with cockfish, and one of the little buggers swam right up her vagina and merged into place.  The skin of Constance’s dick was much darker than the rest, almost brown, and was standing at full attention in anticipation of her change.  This was the first time I had seen it, as her dick was the one part of her body Constance was shy about.  From this distance I couldn’t tell if she had balls to go with it.

    Martin said something to Constance we were too far away to hear and handed her a small glass vial.  Our friend gave us one last wave before drinking the potion and handing the vial back.  Afterward, she lay down on her back and waited for the changes to begin.

    I was curious about Constance’s prone position until the potion took effect.  It went after her joints first, bending her arms and legs around.  When Constance stood a moment later she was fully quadruped, though with her chest pointing up.  Constance was already the bustiest member of our party, but her breasts grew even larger under the effect of the d-cum.  They shifted on her body, one drifting down to where her belly button was while the other scooted over to be centralized.  Both breasts continued to inflate until they were the size of large watermelons, easily a foot and a half tall.

    While this was happening, Constance’s dick was also growing.  By the time it stopped, it stuck out almost two feet and a good ten inches in diameter.  By the way it twisted back and forth, I suspected it was now prehensile.

    The next change I saw was a thick coating of hair grow in over Constance’s body.  The majority was short and blonde, while there were thick brown patches over the tops of her breasts and dick.  As the fur grew in a last few changes manifested.  Constance’s hands and feet shorted into hooves, her torso became more oval, and her knee joints reversed.  The final change was Constance’s head reabsorbing into her shoulders, which puffed up into a pair of butt cheeks.  All that remained was her hair, which solidified into a tail.

    As the transformation finished, I was looking at a genitalized camel where one of my good friends had once stood.

    “Holy shit.” Frederick whispered.  Like me, he sounded totally stunned at the change.  Glancing around, I saw Tina’s face was disinterested, while Hilda practically had her hands down her pants.  I think it hit me then that this was real, that soon I would be a bizarre creature just like Constance.  I didn’t know if I wanted to mimic Frederick’s horror or Hilda’s gleeful anticipation.

    While we watched Martin performed a quick examination of Constance before returning to our group.  “Your friend’s transformation turned out perfectly.” he told us after walking into earshot.  “She’s very healthy and fully functional.”

    “Is she still...you know...in there?” Frederick asked.

    “We reduced part of the brain that deals with boredom and time management, but otherwise her mind is fully intact.  She seemed quite excited at her change.” 

    That wasn’t surprising to me.  Constance had been one of the most vocal proponents of our little plan.

    “Can I go next, please?” Hilda begged.  I wasn’t surprised; Hilda had wanted to do this even more than Constance.  “If I have to wait too much longer I’m going to do something indecent in public.”

    “While we do encourage that from our exhibits, we like them to wait until they actually are our exhibits.  In the interest of preventing any...problems, we can easily do you next.  If you’ll follow me, Ms. Cabral.”

    Martin led Hilda around to an enclosure opposite Constance’s.  While we waited for them to prep, I watched Constance the camel graze on the short grasses that populated the sand of her enclosure.  Her great phallic head leaned down, the hole in the tip unerringly engulfing the reedy plants and ripping them out of the ground.  Constance must have had some sort of mana sight, as she had no eyes I could see.  I wondered what that would be like, then realized I might find out soon myself.

    Five minutes later Martin emerged with Hilda skipping beside him.  Much like with Constance, she took the vial from the transformation specialist,, downed the liquid within, handed it back, and lay down on the ground.

    This time though, Hilda’s limbs didn’t reorientate.  Instead they sunk back into her body.  Hilda’s arms disappeared like someone was reeling them in on a line.  After a moment only her hands remained exposed.  These split apart into four separate sections, one for each finger, with the thumb disappearing.  These fingers spread down Hilda’s torso, growing bigger as they went.  By the time the last finger slid into place before Hilda butt, each digit had grown half as large as the arms they replaced.

    Meanwhile, Hilda’s legs were undergoing their own change.  They sunk into her hips almost all the way up to the knee.  Each remaining section of leg grew skinnier, but the bumpy muscle was still visible.  Hilda’s feet deformed and split apart, reforming into a pair of very phallic claws.  Run in a “U” shape on the inside of the cocks was a dripping mess of feminine tissue.

    After her arms and legs finished, Hilda’s skin changed next.  Her coloration was already dark, but now her skin looked almost black.  The hard ridges of her muscles solidified into armored plate.  This process started at her claws and worked its way backward.  Hilda was the flattest of our group, her tiny breasts barely leaving bumps as they were covered in armor plating.  By the time the chitinous wave reached Hilda’s neck the final change was occurring.

    Hilda’s mouth stretched wide was her tongue forced its way out.  It grew bigger and bigger, far larger than any normal tongue, while taking on very phallic characteristics.  By the time it passed one foot in length, Hilda’s mouth had disappeared into the base and the rest of her features were being wiped away.  By the time her tongue-cock reached two feet, all of Hilda’s facial features had been wiped away.  The phallic tail grew in a curve right out of her shoulders, with only Hilda’s nest of short, curly hair as a reminder that her head had once been there. The hair didn’t last long, falling out as it was swallowed up by the tide of armor plating.

    When the tail finally stopped growing at three feet, there was no sign at all it used to be part of Hilda’s head.  In fact there was little evidence the scorpion like creature had once been my friend.

    As the transformation finished, Hilda experimentally took a few steps.  Controlling eight finger-like legs must have been difficult, as she stumbled a few times before getting the hang of it.  Afterward she happily scuttled around her enclosure.  As Hilda turned in my direction I saw she still had her pussy and ass in what was probably now her face.  The former was dripping with how aroused my friend was at her new form.  Martin tossed something small in her direction and Hilda scrambled after it.  She lifted it in a claw and shoved it deep into her vaginal mouth with obvious glee. 

    Martin did one or two more checks to ensure the transformation had worked properly before walking around to rejoin us.  While we waited, Hilda entertained us by playing with herself.  Before she had been reserved...maybe introverted was a better word.  The transformation seemed to have unlocked her exhibitionist side.

    “Mr. Keenan, you’re up next.” Martin said upon his return.

    “Me...um...are you sure I can’t wait a bit longer?  Maybe Tina or Jayna would like to go first?”

    “I’m sorry, that won’t be possible.  We really need to do you next.”
Frederick looked like he was about to back out, before he nodded as followed along.

    “I always thought he was going to be the weak link.” Tina said as we watched them go.

    “So we wouldn’t have to do this?” I queried.  Tina and I never talked much, so the fact she was starting up a conversation was significant.  Maybe she didn’t dislike me as much as I thought.  Or, it was the fact we were the only two left.  Previously, this set of circumstances would have her scrambling for an exit, but right now we had nowhere to go.

    “Oh, I still would have done this, with or without the rest of you.”  Tina looked up at the sky, as if it possessed answers to questions she couldn’t ask.  “I...never fit in well on the outside.  In here...hopefully that will be a different story.”

    I was about to ask what she meant when Martin reappeared with a naked and very sheepish Frederick beside him.  The pre-transformation ritual commenced, with Frederick drinking the vial and lying down afterward.  This time, the changes started in a similar way to Constance’s.  Frederick’s hips and shoulders shifted, binding him into a quadruped stance.  His hands and feet shortened into hooves, the direction of movement toward his crotch.  Frederick didn’t have any breasts to grow, so the transformation skipped right over to the penile growth.  This time, Frederick’s dick didn’t stop at two feet.  By the time it stopped growing it had to be over ten feet long and two wide at the base.  If he still had balls I couldn’t see them, as they were so dwarfed by his massive organ.

    The next change to occur was a discoloration of Frederick’s skin.  Like most geeks he was naturally pale from too much time spent inside.  As the power of the transformation worked it’s way through him large patches of skin darkened to coffee brown.  A mane of his short sandy hair started just above the glans of his dick and ran all the way down to where it intersected with the rest of his body.

    Next Frederick’s head changed similar to Constance’s.  The orb flattened as if under the pressure of an invisible rolling pin, squeezing down into a thin strip of flesh while all the features blurred away.  Frederick’s brown hair tufted the end, revealing his head had become a tail.

    The final change was so small it was hard to see.  Two bumps rose out of the top of Frederick’s glans.  These grew out six inches or so as penile horns.  Instead of glanses, the tips opened up to reveal eyes.  From the way they moved around, Frederick had some control over them and the glans was now his face.  One of my few male friends had become akin to a giraffe.

    “I guess that just leaves us.” Tina said as we watched Frederick eat leaves off a tall tree in his enclosure.

    “Yea.” I replied, not sure how to answer.

    We stood in silence for a few minutes before Tina finally said, “Jayna, before one of us transforms...I just wanted you to know…”

    What she wanted me to know I never found out, as Martin chose that moment to return.  “Ms. Nix, Ms. Cowley, it you two will follow me we’ll finish off transforming your group.”

    “Wait, what?” I asked, confused.

    By the look on her face, Tina was just as offput.  “Are you saying we’ll be sharing the same exhibit?”

    “The same body actually, due to the significant increase in mass.”  Martin said this as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

    “The same...” I began.

    “Body?” Tina finished.

    “Yes.  Like I said it will be necessary to merge the two of you together to create a beast of necessary size.  Now if you’ll please follow me, I’m actually on a very tight schedule today.”

    I followed the transformation guide in a daze.  Tina walked beside me, looking equally stunned.  After how much she’d shunned me, would she really be alright with sharing a body with me?  As if she could read my mind Tina whispered, “Jayna, I know you think I don’t like you, but...I’d really, really like if we can do this together.”

    I didn’t know what to say to this, so I just nodded.  Martin led us around to the hidden area of the zoo, the part the caretakers could use to get into the exhibits.  It appeared we’d be spending the rest of our days right next to the enclosures for our friends.

    “Strip down and put your clothes in the basket over there.  I need to go retrieve your vials.” Martin told us before walking off.

    I slowly removed my clothing, relishing the fact it would be the last time I would ever do such a thing.  I glanced over and saw Tina was already full naked.  She was sneaking guilty glances in my direction and blushed furiously when I caught her staring.  As she turned away I saw Tina had a tattoo running across the cheeks of her butt.  Twin interlocking feminine mirror symbols.  At that moment, the penny dropped.

    “You’re...gay.”  I said it more of a statement than a question.  Blushing even deeper, Tina nodded.  “Is that why you wouldn’t talk to me?  Were you worried I would somehow reject you for your sexuality?  Is that what you think of me?”

    Tina hung her head.  “No, that’s not why.  I...I had...have a huge crush on you Jayna.  I was afraid if we were ever alone together that I...would do something stupid and ruin our friendship.  That was worth more to me than any...potential relationship.”

    I slipped out of my panties and tossed them into the basket.  “So finding out you’re about to be merged with your crush must be a dream come true.”

    “Yea.” Tina agreed is a quiet voice.  The silence held while I removed my bra. 
“I pictured a thousand different ways of telling you.” Tina admitted.  “But I never saw doing it like this.  I thought...that it was finally too late.”

    “Well, I think we might have another minute or two until Martin comes back.  I’ve never tried kissing a girl.”

    Tina’s face lit up in a way I’d never seen before.  “You’d really do that, for me?”
I shrugged.  “Why not?  We’ll be sharing a body soon.  Sharing some spit shouldn’t be much of an issue.  If I wasn’t one for trying strange things, I wouldn’t be standing here naked about to be transformed into some kind of animal.”

    Tina pounced on me, engulfing me in a back breaking hug and pressing her lips into mine.  The sensation of our breasts squishing together was nice, but plugging in via tongue felt magical.  I’d never questioned my sexual preference before, but Tina was making a very persuasive argument for the opposition.

    “How was that?” Tina asked as we broke apart.

    “Good enough that I wish you told me earlier.  We could have had more time together.”

    “You’ll have plenty of time together in the future.  All of it, technically.”  Tina and I jumped, releasing ourselves as Martin interrupted our private moment.  We had gotten so caught up I never heard him approach.  “If you’ll follow me, we can get you two bound up all nice and tight together.”

    Tina held out a hand and I took it, enjoying the simple action of interlocking our fingers.  Together we followed Martin out through the door and into the enclosure that would be our new home.  It was larger than the other, but then again Martin had mentioned something about our new form being quite large.  The ground was dirt and short grasses, with a stream splitting the enclosure in two.  A pair of trees and some rocks gave it a homey feel.

    “Ms. Cowley, here is you vial.”  Martin handed me a small vial of glowing white liquid.  “I need you to drink it and lay down on your back there like your friends.  The transformation will not proceed until Ms. Nix joins you.” 

    This was it, my big moment.  I held the vial up to my eyes, examining the liquid within that would change my life forever, before removing the lid and drinking it down in a single gulp.  It burned like fire going down...or maybe raw potential.  I could feel the chaotic energy seeping into every molecule of my body, but changes did not begin yet.

    “Ms. Nix.  Here is your vial.” 

    Before he could give further instructions Tina snatched the vial from Martin’s hands and downed it.  Handing it back she asked, “What next?”

    “You need to crawl in between Ms. Cowley’s legs and…” Martin cut off, looking flustered, before finally finishing, “You need to lick her pussy.”

    Tina and I glanced at each other.  “Today is a great big day of firsts.” I joked with her.  “My first kiss with a woman, my first transformation, and now my first time getting my pussy licked.  This should be fun.”

    “Oh it will be.” Tina replied with newfound confidence.  “I’m a great pussy licker.”

    A point Tina proved a moment later, shoving her face into my crotch and her tongue deep inside me.  I almost orgasmed right there and then from the unexpected sensation.  I wasn’t a virgin, having experimented with toys and two of my past boyfriends, but this was on another level entirely.  I couldn’t believe I missed out on this by not having a relationship with Tina.  Oh well, that was something I could no longer change.

    Within a minute I was on the brink and despite how hard I tried to hold out Tina was too good.  I cried out in orgasm as waves of pleasure rolled through me like a tsumi.  I thought I heard Tina cry out in pleasure too, but that was when the transformation elixir within me decided to go from passive to active.

    When I felt heat flare in my shoulders and hips, I had a pretty good idea what was happening.  Having my joints realign backward should have felt awkward, but instead my new orientation felt totally natural.  The sole exception being my face was stuck facing upward.

    I tried to rise in my new quadruped configuration and felt a tug at my crotch.  I craned my neck up as far as I could and saw Tina still had her face buried between my legs.  She tried to pull back and I felt a sharp tug on my clit.  A part of me tugged back and Tina found her head inexorably pulling to my hungry slit.  I’d never considered myself a size queen, but the sensation of Tina’s head filling me was out of this world.

    While I was distracted with Tina, I missed the fact I was growing.  When I finally looked over at Martin I saw that, even on all fours, I was taller than him.  I could feel my body pulling mass from the raw mana around me.  Normally I was quite proud of my trim figure, but right now I wanted to pick up the pounds.  It was all part of losing my humanity, of building my new self image.

    As exciting as it was watching the others change, going through the process myself was a bit of a disappointment.  Don’t get me wrong, a constant stream of pleasure is nothing to sneeze at.  But over the years I’ve found visual stimulation is a huge part of my arousal and with my point of view stuck as what would probably become my new ass, I missed the best part of the change.  I could tell we’d grown much bigger, at least ten feet if the nearby trees were any indication, and proportionally massive.

    Finally, my head started to tingle and I had a moment of panic.  The sensation of it being reabsorbed into my body was indescribably unreal and the resulting disorientation threw me for a loop.  I was blind, deaf...and whatever the descriptions for being able to smell or taste were.

    And yet, one sense I gained came from Tina.  Her mind became open to me and mine to her.  I could see the struggles she had with her sexuality, her fear about coming out to the friend Tina found she loved.  At the same time I could feel Tina riffling through my own memories.  She seemed to take particular interest in my mother and her mustelid transformation.  I wished that Tina had been able to meet my family formally before today, but I had no doubt they would be by to visit soon.

    After what felt like an eternity sharing memories, I realized I could see again.  The colors were...off.  Some a bit too sharp, others dimmer than I remembered.  I apparently had mana sight now.

    “Ms. Cowley, Ms. Nix, can you hear me?”  I turned my...I guess it was now my head, even if it had started the day as my crotch, toward the sound.  Wow, Martin had gotten tiny.  I towered over him by almost a factor of two.

    While I tried to decide how to answer, I felt a part of my anatomy move without my control.  Somehow I knew Tina was at the controls, while I was the master over the rest of the body. A great column of grey flesh lifted up before my eyes.  For a moment I thought I’d gained a second penis head like Frederick or Constance, then the shape sparked a memory.  It was a trunk.  If I had a trunk, that meant…

    Ignoring Martin, I made my way carefully over to the stream splitting my new home.  My whole body felt huge and ungainly, requiring me to take each step slowly and carefully.  When I made it to bank and could finally see my reflection, I felt a sense of...rightness fall over me.

    Like I guessed, Tina and I had been transformed into an elephantine creature.  Tina’s body had become a great grey trunk, flanked by twin white tusks that had probably once been her arms.  At the end of the trunk were two bumps like butt cheeks, with a large sphincter nestled within.  On the other end of the trunk grew out of the giant vagina that had become my face.  It was located where my clit would be, if my vagina was upside down.  I had a pair of massive floppy ears that resembled oversized vaginal lips but no eyes, which confirmed my mana sight suspicion.  My skin was grey, wrinkly, hairless, and hopefully quite tough.

    I shuffled around, trying to get a good view of my backside, which was hard when I didn’t have a neck anymore.  Or eyes, and it would take me a while to learn how to shift my line of sight.  I couldn’t see any large genitals underneath, so my primary set was clearly on my face.  I had a whiplike tail, one that still had some remnants of my dark hair on the tip.

    I could have stood there and admired my reflection for hours, but Martin became quite insistent.  He ran me through a few tests to ensure the transformation had gone smoothly before finally bidding me farewell.  I watched him leave through the door I entered not long ago, now far too small for my huge bulk.  But that was ok.  Here was where I was meant to be.

    As I went to stand back by the water, I felt a probing inquisitiveness from Tina.  Her trunk body lifted up and probed gently at my vaginal face.  I offered feeling of encouragement and slowly she penetrated me.  While not as good as Tina’s tongue had been, it was a close second.  I quickly...or as quickly as I could now move, lowered myself to the ground to prevent falling over from the wonderful sensations.  Our arousal ping-ponged back and forth until we both exploded into an amazing orgasm.

    Laying on the bank, soaking up the afterglow and Tina’s ecstatic emotions, I was glad I’d gone through with the process.

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Epilogue

    As Martin had mentioned casually, the transformation left me incapable of telling time.  Ok, maybe that was an overstatement.  I could still keep track of a couple minutes, but beyond that ten minutes could have been ten years.  It did help with the boredom, as every day felt like a brand new day full of adventure.
That being said, there was an indeterminate period of time between our transformation and the opening of the park.  I want to say it was a month, but my margin of error was in the weeks.  All I knew was one day there were crowds on the walkway, people who had come to see me.  I was so excited and loved showing off by spraying water from the river or fucking myself.

    My family came to visit of course.  Mom and Dad and Lori were all there on opening day.  In the spirit of the place Mom had gone without clothes and I wondered if people thought she was an escaped exhibit.  She and Lori looked happy at my change, but Dad looked disappointed.

    The next time they visited it was just Mom and Lori.  The time after that they were joined by a handsome young man, likely Lori’s boyfriend if they way they were hanging off each other was any indication.  The time after that the boyfriend had been replaced by a girlfriend.  It seems my sister shared my appreciation for the female form.  Strangely though, the girlfriend had much the same scent as Lori’s old boyfriend.

    The visit after that I was greeted by three skunks.  I recognized mom by her markings, but the other two were identical in every way.  By studying how their tails bobbed, I could tell they were stealth males as well.  It seemed my family really like to be transformed.

    Oh, one last bit of news.  It seems my exhibit has been so popular they’re considering adding in another beast like me.  They might even be able to tweak it so we can breed.  For me, I can’t wait to see a copy of what my transformation looked like.  For Tina...I imagine she was more looking forward to having another vagina face to stick her trunk into.  Until then she’d have to be satisfied with me, as we took life one sexy day at a time in the best place in the world.

This zoo is so amazing! Love what's going on in it and what the volunteers become. Thinking of what would i do i've a park like this was real coast me a lot of time, give up the old life and many more and become a crazy sexbeast is not that easy but i think, i would be a volunteer too. This would be very exciting.

Just amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Love you dman!!!!  you are the best.

This is an another great story, i'm thank you for that Demon-Man. Need more, make more. Please.

Not bad, hope there would a lot more of this stories from the Jizza Zoo. My absolute favorites in this Zoo are Suzie and Cloe Bonefire and his sister Darma, i love what they turn into. And of course, i hope i read more of the dakini-house, i love the dakini-worms and his spawns.