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This story contains graphic sexual content, bizarre phallic transformations, and a whole lot of weirdness.  Oh, and semen.  An infinite amount of semen.  Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

“Oh, hello!  You've been looking around for a while...And I've seen you looking at my chest, there's no need to be so shy about it.  You've never seen a guy with a rack before? ...What do you have there?  Oh I remember these...An interesting story lies within these plain, nondescript VHS tape.  I can't let you take them out of the store, but we do have a viewing room...If you've got some time...”

PART 1

Shana grunted and struggled to remain balanced on the step ladder.  It hadn't been easy, but this was the last panel.  She looked up at herself in the mirror that she was still fumbling with.  Her feline eyes showed determination and anxiousness, along with countless days of fatigue.  Her huge chest heaved with every labored breath, and her cleavage looked so luscious from this angle.  Her breasts were nearly popping out of the tight green tank top she wore.
She pondered a moment after the square mirror was secure.  This would be the last time she would look like this, at least for a while.  She took in the sight of her sandy furred form once more and then looked away, stepping down onto the cabin floor, which she had covered in a thick plastic sheet along with the first few feet of the walls.  Most of the furniture had been long since removed, save for a single reclining chair.  It was a small cabin, consisting of the larger main room, which the kitchen and bedroom were connected, and a small bathroom attached to the latter.
The only room that Shana had paid any attention to was the one she was standing in.  Over the months she had really done a lot of work on the place.  She tapped her foot on the large drain cover she had installed in the middle of the floor.  It was installed in a way so that the plastic sheet could be secured just under the grated metal cover, insuring that anything...spilled...would find its way down the drain.  This had taken the longest, the pipe installation.  The feline stretched her back and walked over to the window, where she could see the dried up lake bed that lay adjacent to the cabin, where she had arranged the drain to lead.
The leafless tree branches outside the small structure swayed and creaked in the dry autumn air.  The sun was setting over the horizon and the orange light it gave off made the cold environment seem warm.  She savored the view for a minute or two and then turned to the open room.  The door to the bedroom was closed securely, but the light from the kitchen spilled into the main room.  The sound of bubbling could be heard from the doorway.  It wouldn't be long until she would have to finish up in there.
Walking to the corner across from the kitchen, she inspected the camcorder she had attached to the wall, high up so it surveyed the whole of the room.  It was recording.  It wouldn't record the whole thing; she would have to correct that when this when things got started.  She didn't know why she decided to record the event.  Maybe it was so that the few others out there that would desire what she did would have an easier time understanding and obtaining it.
She pulled the thin chain attached to the ceiling above and illuminated the main room with the glow of a solitary bulb, which hung from the small cracks between to mirrored panels.  There wasn't enough light outside now to see what she was doing.  Stepping over the few feet of plastic spanning across the bottom of the doorway to the kitchen and moved inside the adjacent room, but not before taking the camcorder down and carrying it with her.  The kitchen was plain, simple, and all she needed.  There was a rickety counter where the sink was installed, an iron stove against the wall across from the doorway, and a table where various curious items were strewn about.  There was also a discolored square on the corner, evidence of a once existing fridge, now gone.
A metal pot, much newer than anything else in the room, was filled with a boiling liquid and rested on the ancient stove.  It was warmer in this room, and Shana enjoyed the heat while she could.  Looking through the viewfinder of the old camera, she recorded a spanning shot of the table.  A total of seven items had taken her four years to bring together.  Looking back, it took less time than she had thought it would.  She had always been a meticulous planner; the living room of the cabin was proof of that.
A rare root from a secluded valley in Brazil, moss from inside a labyrinth of caves in Aspen, water collected from a remote lake in Australia...Her mission to collect everything necessary had truly taken her all over the world.  Each component had a story to tell, even the tattered scrap of cloth that had the list of required items and how to mix them correctly.  She had acquired it, after dealing with many dangerous individuals, in the black market of Japan at a heavy cost.
Shana snapped out of her memories as if being brought out of a trance.  There was work to be done.  Once she had placed the camcorder on top of the counter and adjusting it to record what she was going to do, she proceeded to grind the root with a mortal and pestle.  The mixture had to be perfect, or all her efforts would be in vain.  She took her time, being slow and deliberate.  Still, if she messed something up, she was so determined to make this happen that she would spend the timed needed to recoup any loss of components.
After having prepared each individual ingredient in the way indicated on the page, she added them to the pot, one at a time, in an exact order as instructed.  A strong smell permeated through the room from the concoction, and it was reminiscent of cinnamon and coffee.  This was a good sign, as the instructions mentioned that this would happen if things were going correctly.  Shana smiled and quivered with anticipation. 
She searched the laid out items before her and located a homemade glass inkwell, which was created by a reclusive mystic in Russia.  It had been a challenge to acquire, but like everything else, it was a requirement for this procedure.  Shana killed the heat on the stove and waited impatiently for the pot contents to stop bubbling.  After a few minutes, the surface became still.  While the substance (which had turned a bright turquoise color) was hot, she placed the inkwell on the stove next to the pot; she knew the next part had to be done quickly.  Gripping the handle of the pot, she carefully poured the substance into the small glass container.  It was something that required great dexterity, as spilling even a single drop would ruin everything.  She had practiced this motion hundreds of times though, and followed through with an expert hand.
The inkwell now glowed that alluring blue from the fluid, and it brought a wide smile to Shana’s lioness face.  A few moments later, the remaining contents of the pot began to dissolve, and after about a minute, the liquid had transformed into common beach sand.  The ink well was the only thing that prevented this from happening, provided that not a single drop was spilled from the initial container to the well itself.  Shana didn’t understand why this was the case, but she didn’t want to question something like this.
With agile feline paws, she moved the inkwell to the table and prepared the final two items she needed: a plume made from from a rare bird’s feather that could only be found in Ireland, and a sheet of parchment made from a small tree that must be grown from start to finish by the person preforming the ritual.  On the instruction paper, she referenced the odd symbols and markings that were scribbled towards the bottom.  She had to replicate these exactly, and use all the ink in the well.  This was another task she had practiced, and practiced well. 
She dabbed the pen into the ink well and began transferring the ink to the paper.  It made a pleasing scratching noise on the rough surface with every line and curve she made.  In about half an hour, the whole page was covered in strange strokes of glowing blue ink, save for a nearly perfect vacant circle in the middle. It was time for the final component to be added…
With a pair of tweezers and a bit of discomfort, Shana plucked a few stands of tan colored fur from the tuft on her chest.  With the hairs held tightly between the metal, she held it the offering above the empty circle on the parchment and released the fur.  While she knew it took a split second for the fur to fall onto the paper, it felt like an eternity.  She was just so anxious to see the fruits of her labor pay off. 
The instant her fur touched the target, the entire page burned away in a flash or teal fire and blue smoke.  The sudden event made Shana yelp and take a step back.  Though the page was gone, smoke continued to rise from where it had been, collecting in a swirling cloud above it.  The cloud was so dense that she couldn’t see through it as it hung in the air in front of her.  Through the mass a figure started to emerge from the core of the cloud.  As it breached the outer edge, Shana was able to make out portions of it.
It looked similar to a person in shape, in that it had a head, a body, two arms, and two leg, but it was much smaller and had exaggerated features. Head to toe, Shana surmised it must have only been two feet tall, but its tail, which looked like that of a cat, was easily three feet long if not more.  It was if the thing was floating in water, hanging in the air like gravity didn’t apply to it.  Once it was completely out of the smoke, the cloud dissipated and left the being completely visible.
Its oversized head held larger than average eyes, one of which was emerald green, the other sapphire blue.  The thick pelt of fur was multicolored, shimmering and changing in waves across its unique body constantly.  Its paws and feet also looked much bigger than they should be.  All in all, it looked like an absolutely adorable stuffed animal to Shana, but she knew that it was actually a powerful being of magic, and held respect for it.
“You whom have summoned me…” The creature spoke in a high pitched voice and carried an accent that Shana had never heard before. “…For your efforts, I offer my magic to you for two nights. Tell me, what is it that you wish for first?”
Shana grinned.

PART 2

“I-I’m sorry…you want what, exactly?”
“I think you heard me…” Shana put a paw on her hip and smiled with the smallest hint of a blush.  She walked backwards, into the main room of the cabin where she had prepared everything. She placed the camera back on the makeshift mount in the corner again. “I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?
The multicolored sprite followed slowly, seeing the room and changing into a light pink color all over.  Shana surmised that it meant the scene, paired with her request, was awkward and embarrassing. “You’ve earned whatever you request; if this is what you want, then I shall carry out your wish.”
Shana grinned and held out her hands, looking at her position in relation to the wall length mirror to the right.  She was shaking with anticipation. “Oh, it’s what I want. Don’t hold back…I want this to be intense…”
There was a moment’s pause before the sprite moved over each of the caramel furred feline’s fingers, leaving a trail of light blue dust in its wake.  When it touched Shana’s digits, it made her shiver.
It was like this method of magic (or perhaps this specific spell) caused her drive to rise higher by the second. It tingled, and she felt a warming sensation pour over her, down to her crotch, which was already eager and moist from the excitement.  She didn’t expect the reaction to be so instantaneous.  Already she could feel the dexterity draining away and the flesh on her paws tighten and become more sensitive to the air itself.  She let out a low groan, watching intently.
She bent her fingers over and over.  Each time felt less responsive than the last, and the joints were melting away.  It was a difficult sensation to describe; not really painful, but extremely strange.  It was like each finger was being pumped over and over, as if it were stuck in a vacuum.  She touched her bloated paws together and gasped.  Every inch of the effected flesh was so sensitive and tender.  Tiny waves of erotic pleasure rippled through her paws and arms. 
It was about that time that she noticed the tiny buds forming all over her palm and the back of her paw.  Were they…testicles?  She hadn’t asked for that, but was completely fine with the surprise.  After all, she wanted her new features to be able to orgasm of course.  She couldn’t wait for that. 
The feline’s horniness continued to climb with no signs of stopping.  Even for her, this was the most rev’ed up she had been in her whole life and by a wide margin.  Almost subconsciously, she gripped at her crotch.  Her fingers were already twice as thick as usual and the fur was almost completely gone, leaving red, throbbing flesh that begged for attention.  Her paw barely fit between her legs, even when she spread them out a bit.  The feeling when she managed it though was so incredible it brought her to her knees.
Her panties were soaked, and as much as she wanted to curl her fingers against her crotch, they weren’t responding now.  Sensitive mounds started to form at the tips which were obviously the starts of her new cock tips.  There weren’t any more bones in her fingers, that was for sure.  They felt so heavy, and the emerging, golfball sized testes didn’t help matters.  She could barely tell the masses on the ends of her arms were once paws.  The veins along each of her new alterations throbbed hard and egged her on more.  The crowns of each cock were nearly complete when an orgasm tore through her, making her roll to the side on the plastic sheets she had laid out prior. 
With a sensation she could only relate to as painless insect bites, the tips of her cocks spouted openings, which started leaking right after they formed.  She jammed one of them in her muzzle and growled, feeling the intense joy of sucking and being sucked at the same time.  It spurted for hir; SHE spurted for her, and it tasted so great.  The shafts on either sides of her lips were enjoying the softness of her fur, which made them leak rivers of lust down hir cheeks and neck.  She gave the unit a hard suckle and whimpered at the blast of lusty bliss that radiated from the act.  She had to taste herself more.
Her eyes widened a bit as she felt all her balls tighten at the same time and then relax, a jet of hot pre squirting from each almost simultaneously.  She whimpered and fumbled with her pants, trying to get them off, but with every attempt it only made her cocks tense and twitch and squirt, but there was no function left.  They were there to cum and be bastions of pleasure for her now.  She wanted to fuck herself now more than ever.  She couldn’t even get her cocked fingers under her waistband due to their increased, bloated, pulsing size.  Even trying made her balls tense as they rubbed along her toned belly, milking more pre and just making a pleasured mess everywhere.
She popped the member out of her maw and looked at its shimmering surface.  The fingers (or what were once fingers) all twitched and throbbed at different times, leaking and begging her to make them orgasm.  She put one of the sacs on her crowded palm to her snout and sniffed, moaning at the masculine allure that shot her lusty need up even more.  She took one in into her muzzle, which was a task given that each orb was roughly the size of an egg.  One suckle was enough to make the member shoot another thick jet of pre all over her face.  The need to cum was almost painful.
The sprite, who Shana had understandably forgotten about, apparently wanted to help.  Her pants were unbuttoning by themselves as it hovered above her hot crotch.  The pants, then the soaked panties, slipped off of her as if being pulled away by a current of water.  She spread her legs wide and reached down to her bare cunny, which was puffed and sopping wet.  She fumbled around with her twistedly transformed paw, her tips teasing those sensitive lips as they struggled to find purchase.  Finally, her ring finger clicked into place and she jammed over 10 inches of bloated cock into herself.  She yelled into the air in pleasure and intensity, realizing, as she had been told a few times, she had a tight little pussy. She squeezed her walls around herself and trembled, the cock barely fitting inside her.
She quickly pushed another of her other paw’s cocks into her muzzle.  This proved to be more than she could handle as each finger started to pulse hard for a moment before erupting into fountains of hot, thick cum.  It wrapped her into a world of pleasure as she drank her own cum and took it up her cunny at the same time.  It was so incredibly thick!  She thrashed in orgasmic bliss, covering herself in pearly white ropes.  She had a strong taste, she found, and potent if she did say so herself.  She blushed as she realized she stacked up better than a lot of the guys she had been with.  She whimpered and rode the orgasms out, waiting for her body to be released from the climaxes.
Shana started to realize that her orgasms were quite lengthy compared to others she had seen.  It just kept going and going…Was it ever going to end?  Through hazy eyes, she looked for the sprite, whimpering as cum continued to flow, even to the point of making her stomach round a bit.  She yelped out as more waves of powerful feelings overcame her, and she knew there was something else going on here.  It had to have been minutes now, and she had to finally pull out of her cunny due to the uncomfortable tightness caused by her neverending load.  She meeped as spunk poured out of her and seeped into the fur on her bottom.  She held both paws up and watch as they came and came, raining jizz down on the feline.  She quivered and rubbed her spunk matted breasts, deciding to enjoy this as much as she could.  This was what she wanted…

Shana awoke to the sound of rain outside picking up into a storm.  The room was dimly lit by a candle on the nightstand next to the bed she happened to be laying in.  She certainly didn’t remember crawling into bed; much less putting on the sweatpants and tanktop that she typically wore as pajamas.  Last she could remember, she was locked in a massive multiple orgasm that seemed to never end.  The more she thought about it, the more she thought that the intensity very well must have knocked her out…What an experience.
The lioness realized that something of some weight was resting on her stomach.  As her eyes adjusted, she realized it was the sprite that she had summoned the night before.  It looked quite adorable resting on her with its head between her hefty breasts.  She absently ran a paw over its back and then realized with a pang of sadness, that her fingers were back to normal.  Any transformations had since reverted.  In fact, she was completely clean as if she had showered after the event.  She felt a little better though when she noticed that her belly was still tight and plumped slightly from all the cum she had pumped into herself prior.
Reluctantly, Shana shook the sprite a little bit until it stirred.  After a yawn and a cute growling noise, its eyes fluttered open. “Mmrrow?”
“Um, h-how did I get here exactly?  Why are my paws back to normal?” Shana said softly, still groggy and fatigued.
“Wha-? Oh…Well you passed out master…I found clothing in a bag and decided to clean you up and place you in your bed.” The sprite’s voice was rough from the deep sleep it must have been in. “I don’t understand your other question.  Should your paws not be normal?”
“I appreciate the sentiment but…I wanted this to be a permanent thing.” Shana said flatly.  She appreciated the sprite wanting to make her comfortable, but she had a taste of something incredible, and she needed more.
“I apologize. I haven’t received a request like this before.” The sprite folded its ears back, obviously seemingly upset that it did something it felt was wrong.  Shana gave it a reassuring scritch under its chin, trying hard to not seem too eager for the creature to work its magic again.
“No need to apologize.  Let’s give this another shot…With a few differences this time…”

PART 3

“And…you’re sure you want this to not be reversible master?” The sprite looked apprehensive at the prospect, but Shana wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Yes, I’m definitely sure. And I’m sure about the additional requests too.  Please, continue.”  Shana replied, taking a moment to rewind the tape to the end of the fun from last night so that she could record this new transformation as well.
They were back in the main living room of the small cabin.  It was a really good thing that Shana had laid out all the plastic sheeting on the floors before summoning the sprite the day prior.  While the sprite may have cleaned the lioness up, she certainly didn’t clean up the living room.  The air was heavy with the scent of cum and musk, and there were literally gallons of spunk pooling all over the floor, even though much of it must have found its way down the drain.  There were even thick streaks on the mirrors that she had affixed to the walls.  Shana took a raunchy pleasure in it all.
Although the sprite was obviously apprehensive about the request, Shana knew that what she had requested would be carried out, and she was unbelievably anxious for what was to come.  The sprite fluttered over to her and extended her tiny paws, running them along her cheeks and face.  As she did, Shana felt a tingle in the wake of the movements.  It made her face feel warm and moist, despite her fur being dry.  Shana could feel her heart beating faster and watched the sprite intently while it worked its magic.
When finished, the tiny being backed away, a worried expression on its cute face.  It made sure to get out of the way so that Shana could see the wall mounted mirror as she had requested earlier.  The lioness nearly slipped in a puddle of earlier orgasms, but managed to maintain her footing as she stumbled closer to the mirror, a loud murr resonating from her throat.  It took her a moment to find a part of the wall length mirror that didn’t have seed spattered on it, but she eventually managed to get a good view.
Gazing upon her face, Shana was a little surprised that her expression revealed such lust.  She of course wanted this so bad, and had already knew that she would be so turned on by the situation, but never really expected to see this degree of need in her eyes.  In the reflection, she could also see the sprite had taken a seat on her suitcase and was watching with a combination of interest and worry.
In any case, Shana had a great view of what was going to happen to her, and it seemed to already be starting.  She started to feel throbs of pressure from various places on her face and she moaned softly, reaching up to feel the areas.  There were no visible indicators of change yet, but the areas she touched were quite sensitive and felt great; like she was scratching a particularly troubling itch.  She pressed her paws against the mirror and leaned in to get a better look as her body warmed with the intoxicating feeling of unrestrained lust.
To her pleasant surprise, Shana noticed that parts of her fur were bulging slightly, throbbing before going back to normal.  Each time this happened, it was like a sexual sting of pleasure shot through her and it made her tremble.  She brought one paw to a bud when it swelled and pressed, which made the bulge thicken up and tense in response, and it felt so wonderful.  Tightness swelled on her scalp, face, and muzzle in random places, and there was an odd sensation of new internal workings starting to form under her pelt.
New muscles stirred and grew in random places all over the feline’s face and head bringing a gradually increasing heat along with them.  With each passing second, Shana’s libido rose in response to the added masculinity that slowly became more and more evident in the mirror’s reflection.  It didn't take long fo r Shana to become week at the knees. All her senses were assaulted the new experiences that she was undergoing at that point. Although similar to the last transformation, it felt as if this time things were more intense. With every minute movement of her facial muscles, her mind swam with new feelings of euphoria.
As the seconds ticked away, the small buds on her face became plateaus, each yearning to fulfill its eventual shape. With trembling fingers, Shana poked and prodded the various growing additions along her face as if to egg them on and encourage them. It seemed to help, as squeezing one of them on her cheek not only shocked her with pleasure, but also made the mound stiffen and grow. The same developing member suddenly "popped" in a snap sharp pleasure as an opening formed at its crown and begin to leak. Shana's eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, body shivering.
Demanding more pleasure, Shana pressed both paws to her face running them over textured surface. She fell to her knees as a shotgun blast of indescribable bliss poured over her. It was hard to recognize anything left that once could be described as Shana's face that had been replaced with bumps and bulges that were undeniably masculine organs. It was hard to concentrate but she could count at least 12 visible members sprouting out from all over her face and scalp most were around 3 inches but some had already reached around the 6 inch mark. All of them which and moved slightly each time her body trembled and she loved every moment of it.
    It looked like her right eye was swollen as if she had taken a punch to it. Her vision in that I was fading rapidly, blurring by the second and swelling uncontrollably. This area was the most sensitive and the feline could feel the inner workings of her eyes being rewritten moment by moment. Soon all vision faded completely from that eye and it began to bulge outward accompanied by two bumps just under it on her cheek, which could only be the beginnings of testicles.
    Just like before she reached up and began to play with the new addition which only caused it to grow faster. Eventually, her entire right eye was placed with a similar masculinity; 6 inches of proud maleness twitching and eager to release its potent spunk from the growing mounds that weighed heavily underneath it. A coiled vein the longest length twitched in the opening formed in it rooting through the inside of her head which triggered an immediate feminine orgasm, flooding her crotch with feline nectar. She groped herself and howled out in climax, the shaft jutting out of her eye leaking a river of crystal pre down her face, along with several other pronounced cocks that throbbed at attention around it.
    Before long a gentle "pat pat pat" could be heard from the pre hitting the plastic sheeting coming from all the leaking members jutting out from Shana's face. This only intensified the eroticism of the situation for the feline. Now, more than a dozen fully errect, powerful, lengthy cocks covered Shana's head in all directions like phalic horns, and all of them glistened with preseed. Even though she could only see it through one good eye the sight was intoxicating. The shortest one was about 6 inches and some were in the range of 12. Her entire head felt heavy because of the added girth in the accompanied balls under each shaft, all of which were desperate to cum hard and long.
    If this was how just her face felt, she could barely imagine what the rest of her body would experience when this continued.  Thankfully she could still speak.
    "Nnngh...More.  Change me more...Like we talked about."  She stammered, chest heaving as she became gradually more and more worked up.   Her face was a mess, and even the small muscle movements to speak sent ripples of bliss and intensity throughout her body.  The phallic extensions started to become fully complete as heavy balls began to swell and add to the weight under each one.  She didn't expect her head to feel so weighted down, but it seemed obvious in retrospect. 
    "A-As you wish, master..."  The sprite extended it's fingers reluctantly and hazy lines of luminescent light trailed from its tiny claws.  They found their way to Shana's body, four on the front, six on the back, and the feline's body tensed up when the connections were complete, a feeling of electricity pulsing through her fur and skin.         

PART 4

    Slowly but surely, another transformation began under her shirt.  Shana's stomach and back warmed up and experienced a sensation of warm moistness that grew steadily in intensity until new extrusions began to form.  Things weren't coming in at the same time, but they were coming in quickly.  A second set of breasts began to stretch her skin under her original bust, tightening her shirt as the fleshy mounds pressed against the fabric.  Extra spots of sensitivity formed at the peak of each mound as new nipples formed.  On her back, a similar situation was occuring three additional sets of perky feline breasts pulled her shirt even more tightly.  There was a distinct sound of ripping threads as her top threatened to give under the pressure of her new additions.
    The feline gave a low, ragged moan and groped the second set of orbs that formed under her original busty tits and tensed up.  All of the members on her face flexed instinctively and spurted a strand of pre each.  The feeling was so wonderful that her legs nearly gave way.  Her overstressed shirt was sopping wet from the rivers of pre that leaked down from the clustered mass of cocks that occupied most of the space on her head and face, and it made the situation even more arrousing.
     Eventually, more breasts fluffed under her flesh and pushed it outward, adding a heaviness to her torso and then making the shirt uncomfortable if not downright painful.  It was resilient to a fault, not ripping and relieving the pressure that she desperately required to be let loose.  She bagan to fumble with her top, shaking fingers pulling up at the hem and attempting to squeeze it over the multitude of squishy orbs that occupied her upper body, but she was having great difficulty.  Between the nearly skin tight shirt and the sensory overload, managing even simple motor skills was proving to be a challenge.
    The sprite, who had been watching nervously the entire time with fascination, bit its lower lip and let out a soft whine.  It hadn't ever been in this situation before and it was quite a lot to take in.  It was mesmerized by what was happening; so much so that it forgot its place and instructions momentarily.  It shook its head, snapping out of its trance and fluttered quickly over to Shana.  It was the legs, right?  Or was it the hand?  It couldn't focus and a spike of panic shot through it.  It whimpered and floated down to the struggling feline's legs, laying its paws upon her legs.
    Shana gasped in surprise as a cloud of warmth spread throughout her legs and groin.  The flesh on her thighs gave a strong pulse that nearly knocked her on her ass.  She managed to retain her footing dispite the sudden jolt, but something unexpected was happening, making it that much harder to concentrate. 
    "Wh-What's happening?!" Shana murmered, feeling her legs twitch and throb awkwardly.  It was becoming very hard to adjust her balance as her legs started to feel an odd numbness in places.  More weight was quickly growing on her rump, adding to the new difficulty of standing.  It dawned on her that the sprite must have jumped the gun and furthered her transformation before she had asked.
    “N-No, not yet!”  Shana whined, stumbling back a little.  All the members on her face shook with the back step as did the multitude of breasts along her front and back.  There was a tearing sound as her shirt was about ready to give way, but still managed to stay mostly intact. 
    “But…I thought I was supposed to!”  The sprite whimpered, rubbing it’s paws together nervously.
    “Stop it, please!  I need to change the tape…” The feline begged, looking at herself in the mirror with a deep blush as her legs had thickened up considerably and made her once loose jeans rather tight against her skin.  There was also an uncomfortable pressure on her bottom as it continued to balloon out and become more sensitive.
    “I can’t, master!  You said you wanted it irreversible!”  The sprite bit its lower lip and watched the transforming feline struggle to stand upright.
    With a frustrated grunt, Shana hobbled over to the mounted camera in the corner of the room.  She quickly bent down, with considerable effort as her legs were reluctant to fold, and fumbled inside a small duffel bag on the floor in front of it.  Her oversensitive face was twitching and leaking all over the bag, and Shana had to put forth effort to make sure her numerous cocks didn’t drip all over the contents of the bag.  Finally, she fished out a blank tape and struggled to her feet.  As she did, a head rush surged through her and each spire jutting out of her hear flexed and spurted a large glob of pre, spattering down on the ground with a sound not unlike a bucket of water being dumped out.
    With only one good eye, it was difficult to manipulate the camera as Shana reached up and fumbled with it.  Eventually, she managed to pop out the old cassette and drop it into the bag below.  Just as she did so, her feet bloated out and she gasped as the threads on the sides of her jeans started to rip.  Her toes began to meld together and she looked down to see them change in color slightly.  Her knees had become nearly non-existent and she could feel an intense pulsing at the core of each leg.  Each throb brought an audible ripping noise, a reminder that time was short.
    Shana quickly stuffed the new tape into the recorder and shut the compartment, bracing herself with a free paw against the wall.  The tips of her legs, which used to be her feet, had ballooned out to form mushroom crowns to what was obviously massive members that were replacing her legs.  They each were stiff and didn’t respond to any attempt at bending.  She suddenly felt the ass of her jeans tear apart and she nearly fell backwards as heavy orbs swung free from what used to be her rump.  She blushed bright red and quickly hit the record button on the camcorder.  If she could just get to the sofa…
    With what felt like rigid stilts coming out of her hips, it was going to be a challenge to get to the couch, but she had to try.  She needed to get back in frame for what was about to come.  With a grunt, she pushed herself off the wall and awkwardly stumbled a few “steps” into the center of the room.  A moment later, she felt the cumtube form in each of her legs, one after another, and then the opening made way.  The sensation was extremely strange, but the worst part was that with the tunnel came pre, which instantly spurted out and caused her to slip, falling forward in a panic.
    With arms outstretched, she managed to catch the cushions with her paws, avoiding a nasty fall to the floor.  Whining in a combination of embarrassment and pleasure.  She twisted her body and threw her phallic leg over the other, the giant shaft hitting the floor with a slightly painful “splat”.  Shi winced, lowering herself down into a sitting position against the front of the couch, dragging her newly formed legs with her.  When her transformed bottom hit the floor, a spark of pleasure shot up her middle and each of her legcocks gave a massive spurt of potent pre, adding to the abundance that was already globbed around her.  She hadn’t noticed, but her pants were in ribbons, only attached to her by the waist, and she could see every detail of her cocked legs from the pulsing flesh to the pronounced veins.
    “Master…I’m sorry I thought-”  The sprite gave Shana a start as it hovered in front of her from the side.
    “It’s okay, no harm done…Far from it…” Shana murred, running a paw along the flesh of her leg as her massive balls tensed in response. 
    “Well, again, I apologize.  I haven’t really-” The sprite meeped and dodged a jet of pre that spurted out of Shana’s once eye, now cock. “-I haven’t really had this kind of request in the past…”
    “That’s a shame…” The feline moans and ran her paw along a particularly needy cluster of members on the side of her face, letting them leak hot pre all over her paw and arm. “It’s really wonderful…”
    Reaching up with both paws, Shana curled her fingers around the largest shafts she could find on her deformed head, one being her eyecock, the other sticking out of her forehead like a horn.  Both had healthy, heavy balls that hung heavily down onto her nose and cheek, some supported by other throbbing spires here and there.  She gave the shafts a few hard tugs and groaned in pleasure, the process causing just about every member sprouting from her head to spurt crystal pre-seed, particularly from the two she was pleasuring.  In that moment she knew that her long and difficult months preceding this night were worth it.
    She sped up her pumping motions on the two cocks, the thickness so much that she couldn’t get her whole paw around either.  Each stroke was like a mini orgasm, and she needed more.  Eventually, she was panting and laying her head back on the couch, pounding away at the shafts and moaning in bliss.  When she felt the newly familiar sensation of impending male orgasm approaching, she leaned forward, watching herself in the mirror through her partially covered, still functional eye.  The sight kicked the sensation up a notch and her eyecock suddenly throbbed thickly and sent a chill of heavenly, intense pleasure to her brain as ropes of pearly white seed jetted out in long streaks. 
    The appreciative member twitched and spattered its load only for a moment before the other cock went off, doubling the pleasure of the initial climax.  She groaned and tensed up, body putting pressure on the huge pair of balls she was sitting on, what used to be her own heart shaped rump, and this caused her legs to gush pre in copious amounts.  Everything about the situation was driving Shana mad with pleasure and need, but only a few moments later the twin cumming cocks tapered out, leaking instead of spraying.  They started to shrink back a little, becoming somewhat flaccid on her soaked face before growing quickly to attention again, demanding more release.  The feline was amazed at hir own recovery, but knew that the sprite probably made it that way.
    “A-Are you done, master?”  The sprite asked awkwardly, looking at her mess of a face and biting nervously at its thumb.
    “Oh, far from it…”  Shana panted, maw curling into a grin.

PART 5

“You mean you want the arm to be…like…”  The sprite whined at the request.  What would she ask it to do next?
“That’s right, just go through with it.”  Shana panted, running a paw over her phallus covered face and loving the intense sensations it caused.
“V-Very well, master.”  The sprite sighed and floated along her arm, a finger rolling along the exposed flesh and fur.  In its wake there was a warm tingle and Shana gasped as a thick, pulsing vein followed the trail the sprite left with its finger.  With how wonderful her legs felt, she wanted another round.  She closed her eyes and licked her lips, stopping with a gasp as she inadvertently ran her tongue over one of her new balls, which tensed up in pleasure.  She lapped at it and murred, enjoying another new sensation as the accompanying shaft drooled a steady stream of pre.
While molesting herself with her own tongue, she watched her arm intently as it started to pulse and feel heavy.  Her underarm was also tingling with heat as a swelling started, straining the already overstressed, nearly torn shirt she wore.  She gave the arm a few flexes, which became more difficult to do each time, as if it were getting pumped full of substance and padding.  It visibly began to throb and her fingers, much to her surprise, started to shrink down with the strangest sensation, sort of like when she would retract her claws, but with this she could feel the bones being diminished and wasting away into her palm.
Shana had reached the point where her arm couldn’t bend anymore, and it didn’t look like an arm at all.  The palm itself was spreading and growing, shrinking in on itself to form that of her new cocktip.  There was a pain at her side that lasted only for a few seconds before a loud rip sounded out and her shirt finally lost integrity, the emerging testicles proving too much for it to take.  All the breasts bounced heavily out of the constraints as the shirt ripped apart, and her new balls fell heavily against several of them.  She breathed a sigh of infinite relief as she was finally more comfortable and could fully play with her transformed body.
Her arm had stiffened to the point of being immobile, fully erect and curved slightly upward, the tip of which a bit higher than her head.  She wondered… The feline gave out a hard gasp as she made the effort to clench her fist on what used to be her arm.  The muscles tightened hard and the head of the cock bloated out, a hot jet of pre escaping it.  She clenched harder and groaned, another tense, pressured sensation traveling up her cock arm to the tip and making it bloat out.  She tried curling her toes to similar effect, adding pre to the lakes that were already formed under the ends of each leg cock.
After a few moments of clenching and unclenching her muscles, Shana looked over to the sprite expectantly. It hesitated and then nodded, floating over to rub both paws along the length of her other arm.  She knew the request was even stranger than what she had already requested, but she wanted to know what it felt like so badly.  She looked at her arm and noticed that it felt softer at the shoulder, and the length was steadily shrinking into her torso.  The feline panted hard and realized that she was about to lose control over her hand and arm, for good.  While she still had control, she brought her good hand down to the space between her giant, thick legs and felt her exposed snatch.
She hadn’t realized it, but she had been climaxing quite a bit down there, and the feeling must have just been overpowered by all the new sensory inputs from her changing body.  Her cunny was soaked and hot, puffy and needy.  She drove a few fingers into herself with a sharp gasp, her walls contracting from the advancing digits.  Her fingers started to puff slightly, becoming more sensitive as time when by, but her arm was also shrinking inward, making it only a matter of time before she couldn’t reach her femmeslit anymore.  The more she probed, the better her fingers felt, and the tighter her tunnel became.  Although it wasn’t that her cunny was tightening, but more that her fingers were bloating.
There was that popping sensation that she had gotten accustomed to at the end of her for and then middle finger, and the palm of her had began to swell in various places as balls began to haphazardly make themselves known.  She felt her throbbing fingers squirt hot pre into her nethers and she trembled while quite literally fucking herself.  She had to bend over now, her arm so much awkwardly shorter than before, but she still managed to hammer two thick fingercocks into herself, felling a climax approaching.  Just as the arm was too short to reach, she howled out and the two digits painted her puffy cunt with white streaks of cum.  The orgasms were just as powerful as before, and she blushed darkly, not that it was visible on her cock and ball covered face.
She had been preoccupied with her ladybits to the point where she hadn’t realized that her arm was about half as long as it was before, weaker now, and soft.  There was a growing, plush mound at her shoulder now, about the size of her head and growing just as fast as her arm was shrinking.  With a low moan, she leaned back and simply watched as her hand became unrecognizable, now a spattered mess of cocks and balls that edged closed to the large mound as time passed.  Eventually this transformation was complete, leaving a massive breast hanging off the side of her body with a mass of turgid shafts and balls crowned on it.
Really unable to move much of anything other than her head at this point, the feline turned and looked at the sprite with lust in her eyes.
“More…Change me more.”  She panted.  “Anywhere there can be something, make it appear. My tongue, my other eye, everything…”
“M-Master?!  But these changes are not able to be reversed!  You can’t seriously-”
“I do!  Please…Please do it…” Shana begged, the extra bits on her body all throbbing strongly and twitching, matching her enthusiasm. 
“V-Very well master.  If you insist.”  The sprite gulped and rose a paw, a glowing pit in its palm showing itself.  From this nexus came a fountain of green mist that covered Shana’s body, warming her and making her feel sticky.  The sprite then backed away, a worried expression on its face. 
Shana’s body quivered as new bits started to form in any place they could emerge.  A sensation of overpowering lust took hold and she closed her good eye, which was already starting to blur and feel different, much like her other one had.  On the surfaces of the multitude of breasts she now possessed, tiny throbbing bumps were forming.  Some of her nipples even felt more sensitive and almost uncomfortably thick as the crowns of cocks replaced the sensitive nipples as the grew outward and thickened.  The new members start to sprout up uncontrollably and in all sorts of places; essentially anywhere that didn’t already have one.  The feeling was incredibly intense; like a million little spikes of lust became a part of her, and each carried a massive dose of orgasmic need.
The flaw in all this was that shi could no longer feel her parts with the lack of arms and hands, however even the air was making each member twitch and throb.  Her tongue had started its transformation now, thickening up and filling more of her maw.  She tried to open her eye, but found that she couldn’t, as another phallic spire was beginning its creation there.  It rooted deep to her core and she shivered in pleasure.  Her vision was gone, forever, but that seemed to only intensify things.  With her sight gone, she could only feel, and she felt great.  All over her, growing members started to press against one another and cause spikes of pleasure.  She had never felt so heavy and potent.  A spark of panic took her for a moment, and she mumbled quickly to the sprite.
“I want you to…” The words were slurred with the size of her growing, overly sensitive tongue.  She could no longer close her cock laden muzzle.  “Make it so I never stop climaxing…Forever.  There should be no end to this.  When it’s done…leave me here.  You’ll be free…”
“I-I…”  The sprite stammered, perplexed at this request.  It was shocking, but that was something that she would have been more surprised had it not followed such bizarre demands.  And she would be free?  That was an interesting proposition.  “I’ll do it…I…I can’t see what else you would possibly want other than that, master.”
The sprite outstretched its arms and, although she couldn’t see it, the lights dimmed around Shana.  The sprite’s eyes began to glow a strong yellow color and a low hum filled the air.  Shana’s maw was permanently stretched wide with the transformation of her new dripping, thick tounguecock, which was larger than anything else that had grown on her head.  There was a heaviness that fell upon the fur’s weird and distorted form, and all the members seemed to shudder at once.  This was it.  It was time for her to reach that point she had desperately wanted for so long.
The sprite, still looking concerned, went to the window and lifted it, exposing the mountain air to the spunk scented interior.  There was a dry lakebed outside that the sprite could make out.  It couldn’t help but smile.  The feline had really planned this out.  The creature took one final look at it’s unrecognizable master and floated out of the window, muttering a heartfelt ‘good luck’ as it did.
Shana, left alone in the cabin whimpered in pleasure as she suddenly felt like each and every cock on her body, a countless amount, began to tremble and tighten.  There was a buildup so monumental that her body went limp, looking as if it were just a mound of throbbing genitalia, as orgasms quickly approached.  If she could have screamed, she would have, but her body was long past that of any humanoid composition.
Each and every spire that occupied her flesh gushed at an almost simultaneous time, launching semen all over the cabin in audible splatters.  Shana’s body was completely locked in a pleasure that was indescribable and infinite, spurts coming in hard waves and different speeds from each male organ.  It was impossible to think as seed rained down upon her without stopping, her body like a twisted, cum spurting fountain.  In only a matter of moments there was a few inches of her spunk in the cabin floor, and it was steadily rising.  It wouldn’t stop though; nothing would ever stop it.  Shana remained in a state of unending orgasm from then on, leaving her old life behind for something much more enjoyable.

THE END.