Tiffany, it had to be said, had an impulsive streak.

She was normally a responsible, straight-laced woman who made responsible choices. But sometimes... sometimes a wild impulse would just bubble up from her unconscious and before she even knew it she would have done something silly and drastic and decidedly irresponsible. She had the scars, tattoos, misdemeanors, and broken relationships to prove it.

As a child her mother had referred to her impulses as the "wicked little voice" and instructed Tiffany to work very hard to ignore it. Tiffany of course didn't actually hear any voices, she wasn't mentally ill, just impulsive. But as she grew up she did start to think of her wild side like an alternate personality, not a split one, since she knew that was an invention of cheap drama, but a kind of discrete aspect of herself pit against business as usual.

Which, Tiffany presently thought to herself, was how she got into this mess.

Tiffany was flopped naked on her bed, holding the small crystal vial she had ordered impulsively from a catalogue. She knew it was transformative, but only had a vague sense of what it was designed to do. The purchase had not, like so many of her choices, been a well researched decision. She turned the vial around in her hand scrutinizing it carefully. She knew she shouldn't actually drink it, and that despite the expense, she really ought to dispose of it immediately. But what, Tiffany thought, was the safest way to do that...

And then an impulse struck her and before she knew what she was doing Tiffany had inbibed the entire vial.

She gasped in surprise and tossed the empty vial away. And then she moaned as she felt two pinpricks of heat and pressure on her chest which seemed to condense into nipples. These flesh below her new nipples swelled pleasantly and rounded into a second pair of breasts. "Oh!" Tiffany gasped, "that's not so bad. I can live with thi...!!!"

Tiffany was blindsided by an incredible pressure on one side of her shoulders, a yearning, twisting push for release which bulged and grew and slowly gained definitions and features and a mane of blonde hair and was eventually a second copy of her face.

"What!?" Tiffany groaned in arousal and confusion.

"Hi, Tiffany!" Said the second head cheerfully.

"Who are you?"

Her new head grinned impishly, "I'm your 'wicked little voice.'" She gave Tiffany a smiley look, "And I'm here to make life more interesting."

Tiffany felt herself lose control of her arms as her impulsive personality, with a careful deliberation that was not at all, reached down, around, and under their shared body and inserted their fingers into their pussy.

(Your welcome, how about another!)

Awesome humantaur and two heads morph. Definitely one of the best two headed morphs I've seen. Looks so natural!

Annnd Indigocarmine, that was amazing.  Fits very well with a truly awesome morph

The morph with the dick tentacles is amazing! So is everything else! Thank you!

KSG, your work is outstanding. Awesome multi-arm morph

Thanks as always everyone!

Honestly, I'm not completely happy with the morph. It's one of those that was sitting on my computer half finished for awhile before I cleaned up some of the rough edges. Reposting my favorite of the titapede morphs I've done in case someone here hasn't seen it and because I may not get around to doing anything new for a few days:

Meredith pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned back in her desk chair. Her last patient of the day had been a challenge to stay present for. The man had deep seated fantasies about his wife merging with their large, male dog and becoming a kind of beastial shemale who would dominate him. The man was deeply uncomfortable with this desire, worried about what this meant for his sexuality, and terrified that his wife would find out. Meredith could only listen and advise that many men had secret transgressive fantasies and that part of a healthy marriage was discussing them and finding a mutually agreeable way to act on them, either through role play or with help from outside the marriage. The man was too much of a coward though and so he would come back week after week and rehash the same issues. It was exhausting and tedious, Meredith wished the man would just make progress.

Sometimes she wished he would just surreptitiously transform his wife and dog.

Sometimes she wished he would move away and be someone else's problem.

Sometimes she wished he would do both at once by moving his family to Jizza.

Idly she wondered whether her husband harboured fantasies about transformation...

Meredith sighed, the compassion required to be a good psychiatrist was taxing. More so since transformation was becoming increasingly popular in her community. There seemed to be something about taking a change that seemed to resonate with the neurotic causing them to fixate on it. She had an appointment that day with a woman patient who was hugely codependent and who was obsessed with conjoinment as a way to never be alone. (She had propositioned Meredith who politely declined because it would breach their professional relationship and because the woman was a mess.) Meredith had spent an hour with another woman who was paranoid that her coworkers were poisoning her with alchemy and was convinced that every mole, pimple, or rash was a new nipple or glans or clit slowly emerging. Another patient was traumatized by his sister becoming a multibreasted, armless hermaphrodite on Demon's Eve and was trying to come to terms with the change. Another severely depressed patient mused about whether he would be happier living as his girlfriend's left tit. And so on...

It was exhausting and not something Meredith had an easy answer for.

Meredith pushed the stack of files on her desk aside, unlocked the bottom drawer on her desk, and pulled out the tumblr and small bottle of whiskey she kept hidden there. She poured herself a healthy measure, slipped off her shoes, leaned back and rested her feet on the desk. She knew she shouldn't be self medicating like this, but sometimes after a long day a good dose of ethanol was deeply helpful.

Meredith took a sip, savouring the burn of the whiskey, the delicate spice of rye, and the puff of peaty smoke. She sighed again, this time happily. Life had such simple, uncomplicated pleasures if one just stopped for a moment to appreciate them.

Thinking about her day Meredith  reflected on how much of her patients' suffering was self-inflicted. Complex, inexplicable desire married to fear. Too much unfocused imagination misapplied to non-existent problems. Run away thoughts that just will not be still or quiet. A wide edifice of distractions built between a person and the obvious pleasures right in front of them.

What a curse the mind is, she thought.

How much simpler would it be to just exist in the moment?

Meredith gasped and jumped as a sibilant voice, like three speaking as one murmured from the shadows. "Dr. Meredith Griere, I would very much like to hear your thoughts about how the mind as a burden." The shadows shifted unnaturally. "I would so enjoy to have a conversation with you doctor."

***

When the man entered the apartment he found her lounging on the couch. She was different: where before she looked quite normal, now she had eight breasts and a vagina with wide, fleshy vulva on her face instead of a nose and mouth. She felt a burst of happiness and arousal at the site of the man, her mate. The man, however, expressed shocked dismay and said something.

She couldn't understand his words; she was completely incapable of even thinking in language or abstract concepts. Her mind was wired to live in the moment. She could tell her mate was upset, since she was still quite intelligent despite her new mental framework and she still had a very high emotional sensitivity, the same trait which had made her such a successful therapist. Her mate's distress saddened her, and made her want to go to him.

Smoothly she slid to her feet, enjoying the feeling of her eight small breasts reorienting themselves as she stood. Her vaginas grew hot and wet and she hoped that her mate and her would fuck. She did very much desire sex. As she grew closer she could see arousal warring on his face with his dismay. This pleased her. She took the man in her arms and pressed her breasts against him, stood on her tip toes, and pressed her facial labia to his mouth.

For a moment the man stood there stunned.

Then, making her moan, she felt him experimentally lick and probe her facial cunt.

This was all she wanted.

And here's another illustration for ekempo5000's A Chick for a Dick... Jaci (or Jaqi) from the most recent chapters:

KSG, I was blown away by you morph of Jaqi. Thank you so much for this great surprise. I hope I can come up with more changes in the future that you will feel inclined to create as well. I enjoy all of your morphs, but it's particularly special when I see one of my characters. Again, thank you.

Great new morphs! Absolutely love them, especially the humantaur. always love your work!

Wow! Simply amazing!!

Your talents are amazing. Hands down best morpher.

Hey KSG, glad to see that you're making new art!

I was wondering if I could make a request: a two-headed humantaur, with a horsecock and four breasts?

Oh wow! This humantaur is breathtaking!