I've seen Fwank's commentary around for years - but I've never seen much of his work around.   Turns out, he's an awesome author - I highly recommend pestering him if anyone is looking for having stuff done.

Mirror, Mirror

Gale stepped into the auction house quietly, despite the steady thrum of conversation and movement making it something of a moot point. Still, she had some reason to want to be inconspicuous; as best she could tell from a glance she was the only Cauerli in the auction house, all the other patrons being various races of human and elf, with the occasional ogre or lizardfolk. Admittedly, Gale had never been to one of these places before, and doubt she would ever have. But the trail of Temp'yst the Enchantress had led her here, and she wasn't about to let something as trivial as stuffy elves stop her at this point.

"Ho, lass,"  Came a gruff, disapproving voice to her side, a large cane jutting out across her path.  "What's your business here?"
Gale took a deep breath in through her black feline nose, whiskers twitching as she looked over to the origin of the cane, a stout, cross-looking dwarf up on a high seat looking down his bulbous nose at her.
"It's an auction house," Gale grumbled. "I obviously came here to weave."
"Don't get smart with meh, lass,"  The dwarf grumbled right back, waving his can at her. "We deal only in magical artifacts and reagents here. What would a Cauerli know of th' mystic arts?"
"Enough to turn you into a toad if I so desired,"  Gale snarled, her robes suddenly buffeted by an unfelt wind as wisps of pink and green smoke swirled around her. "Shall I demonstrate?"

    Gale's display didn't go unnoticed, and in mere seconds a handful of other spellcasters were glowing with their own eldritch powers.
"I would advise against it,"  The old dwarf said, smugly.  Gale scowled, her black-lined cheeks pulling up to reveal her sharp feline teeth, but let her spell fizzle out, the other wizards following suit.
"...I'll admit," A lingering human wizard said to her, "I could feel the power in you.  You're a spellcaster, for sure."
"I didn't think your kind had the... discipline for the mystic arts," An elf sniffed, coming up alongside the human.
"Discipline?" Gale scoffed. "You've never heard of the Cauerli nomads of the eastern sands? without discipline, you die. It's that simple."
"Well, yes, martial discipline," The elf said, "But I was referring more to matters of, ah... temperament, see, like-"
"Ahhhh,." Gale said in a long, slow, exaggerated nod. "You think we fuck too much to study, you mean."
"Well, that's- I mean-"
"Just because we don't have to buy or summon our sex, like some, doesn't mean we can't study,"  Gale sneered, the elf flushing beet red while the human laughed.  She pushed her way through the lobby crowd and into the auction itself, glad her spotted fur concealed her own blushing. It was true Cauerli were more sexually permissive than most races, and even among them Gale was considered sexually ravenous, but she had learned magic all the same.  Very specific magic, the magic of transmutation. While some wizards would spend years and years learning to turn lead to gold, or slabs of meat into a golem, Gale was interested in those that would enhance her sex life, an admittedly shallow and carnal desire but one that had driven her ever since she saw a pair of travelers at the back of their caravan use magic to increase the size of her breasts and his penis before their nightly lovemaking. As a girl just flowering into womanhood, Gale was awestruck by the swelling mounds and throbbing rod she could see through the light in their tent, and dedicated herself to learning magic ever after.

In the course of her studies, she learned- much to her disappointment- that the magic she had seen used between the amorous travellers was not only merely temporary, it was banned. Her heart sank as her dreams of transforming herself to new heights of sexuality felt dashed, but were resurrected just as quickly when the master had made an off-handed comment about the one who had finally made the Mages' Council decide to ban it outright.
Temp'yst the Enchantress, as she had come to be known, practiced these sexual transmogrifications with reckless abandon, reaching the point where she could change or add specific body parts to a subject at will.  Swell a woman's breasts bigger than the rest of her, engorge a man's penis the width and length of an ale barrel, add a vagina to either sex's nethers...  Her spells were powerful, fast-acting, and most of all, permanent. even the most powerful counterspells only seemed to lessen the effects, they couldn't ever get rid of them.
    What her master had meant to be a warning had instead become an obsession. Shortly after the banning of the so-called 'Lust Transmogrifications', Temp'yst had vanished as well, perhaps even before, as her whereabouts we never too commonly known, and the wide array of books she'd written on the subject, mostly published through underground press, became the subject of immediate censure. Temp'yst's whereabouts seemed to quite simply stop.
    What Gale had managed to notice, in her search for magical artifacts that could perhaps aid her in her sensual self-improvement quest, was that the time of Temp'yst's disappearance seemed to coincide with the appearance of something else. A magic mirror, quickly revealed as cursed soon after it began being studied, though the specifics of the curse went into little detail beyond "disfiguring".  She had tracked the owner down, from one mage to another, until finally she found an owner that was still alive. Immediately after she'd finished her apprenticeship, she set out to find this wizard, convinced Temp'yst and the mirror were connected somehow.

    The wizard looked surprisingly young in the face; despite being stooped of back and withered of hand, his face- what could be seen of it behind the veil and turban he wore- was that of a man no more than middling age.
"Can... Can I see what the curse did to you?" Gale had asked, trying to hide her eagerness, trying to cloak her intentions with an academic tone.
"...All right,"  The wizard said, sighing in his seat. "But only to warn you of the dangers this relic possesses."
He winced and gave tiny jerks as he undid the wrappings on his face and head.  Gale cocked her head as she observed, but said nothing, waiting for the wizard to have completely removed the coverings before she spoke.
They were shallow, dark lumps, like the cap of a mushroom, some small as a coin, others as broad as a balled fist. Their surface was pebbly, wrinkly, but there was still a tightness about them, pushing against the skin as if it were some kind of boil waiting to explode outward.
Gale bent down and reached for the wizard's face, only to have his hand interrupt hers.
    "Please," He said, already sweating a bit. "They- they're very painful."
    "...I see,"  Gale said. "My apologies. So, once you discovered the mirror's curse, why didn't you destroy it?"
    "T-tried," The wizard stammered as her began wrapping his coverings back around his head. "The enchantment- nngh- was too strong. No mortal means of crushing or piercing it proved ah-adequate, the mirror wouldn't so much as chip."
Gale was listening, somewhat, but mostly she was watching the man's face. The sweat, the flushing, the spasms...  To the untrained eye, they could perhaps be indistinguishable from pain, but for a woman of Gale's experience, she could see clear as day that those reactions weren't ones of pain. She'd seen it on partners she'd sexed raw, young men that didn't think she'd caught them spying on her bathing- the wizard was becoming exhaustively aroused, and every touch of the lumps was sending a jolt of over-sensitized pleasure through him. She couldn't help but smile as the Wizard wound through the rest of his tale, knowing that the connection between Temp'yst and the Mirror had to be there, and if there was a connection to her, perhaps she could find some of her magic.

    And so she found herself seated in the auction house.  Somewhere in the stuffy backrooms was the mirror, along with all the other effects of a recently-passed spellcaster, set to be auctioned off as a lot. As she watched the servants carry piles of books and old alchemical equipment onto the stage, her heart began to race and her nethers tingle as she realized how close she was to her goal.  Her heart jumped in her throat when the mirror was walked out, bound in straps and canvas, warning sigils plastered on it to let people of all races and species know that the item inside was cursed. 
    The auctioneer tried to put it at the back of the lot, hoping it wouldn't grab much attention, but the curse-sigils were specifically enchanted to draw people's attention to them.  There wasn't a soul in the audience who didn't see the cursed, canvas-wrapped object on stage, which played perfectly into Gale's hand.
    "Next up," The auctioneer intoned, "Is a collection of books, alchemy equipment, reagents, and, ah, miscellaneous items," He finished quietly, before dropping back into the loud, clear auctioneer's voice he'd started with. "Effects of the late Sini'than, proceeds going to his former Lizardfolk clanhold. We'll start the bidding at two hundred-"
    "Three thousand, one hundred, and eighty-two gold!"  Gale said, standing up and holding aloft the bulging sack of coins and valuables larger than her head. Her cloak and cowl had dropped off of her when she stood, and no accident; with one arm raised and the other on her hip, the low cut of her robe amplified the line of cleavage her fair-sized breasts made, and which she was aiming at the auctioneer as true as an arrow from a bow. While many in the audience reacted in shock to the large amount, the auctioneer's gaze was especially held, bearing the full brunt of Gale's tall, curvaceous body.
    "I... ah...."  The auctioneer said, finding his voice again.  "Any other bids?  Going once... Going twice-"  Here he actually tore his glance from Gale's breasts to give a perfunctory glance around the audience. "- and sold!"  He exclaimed, banging his gavel on the counter.  "We'll get the servants to-"  He started, but he was interrupted as Gale was already running for the stage, leaping upon it with her species' characteristic feline grace. She dropped the sack of money on the auctioneer's podium as she passed, picking and hopping her way through the piles of books and equipment until she reached the mirror. Hefting it over her head, she ran for the exit, gleefully shouting "You can sell the rest again!" Over her shoulder as she made off with her prize.

    The wind whipped through the fur atop Gale's head as she rode over the hills, the mirror strapped in behind her.  She had begged, borrowed, and stolen to get that much wealth together, and she probably hadn't needed half of it to win that lot, but she wasn't taking any chances.  It was hers now, all hers, and she knew right where to take it. 
    In the countryside was a small cabin, originally home to a family of fishermen before an earthquake had caused the diverting of the flow of the river it was next to. Left without any fish to catch, and not much else of worth in the area, Gale had picked it up for a song from the desperate fishermen.  Well, a song and a night of frenzied lovemaking, because while smelling of fish guts might have been a turn-off for humans, to Gale's feline nose it made every bout of sex in that long night feel like she was in the middle of a buffet as well. It suited her needs just fine- exploring the dark, sensual corners of her magic without interference.  She'd long since mastered the temporary boosts she'd seen in the camp so long ago, but this, this is what she was after.  Permanent? Irreversible?  She wanted it all.

    Her ride had hardly stopped moving and she was already unloading the mirror, rushing headlong into the cabin and setting the wrapped mirror on a low table against the wall. Using the dainty claws at the ends of her fingers, Gale shredded the canvas off of the mirror, grinning broadly at her first glimpse of the reflective surface.  She finally made enough tears to pull the canvas off completely, whipping it carelessly behind her and taking in the stone-framed mirror, gold inlay traced through the dark marble in ways both aesthetic and arcane.  She held it by the top with both hands, leaning it forward to reflect on her breasts and stomach.  As much as she was eager to gain those sensitive spots, as aroused as they made that wizard with only a light touch, she also wanted to be able to go out in crowds without drawing undue attention. A few spots on her breasts and stomach would be a nice start, she thought.
She bounced on the balls of her feet, excitement already making her flushed and slightly wet with anticipation.  She waited for the spots to appear, visualized their dark skin and rough texture.  Maybe she'd be lucky enough to get them over her nipples, so it would magnify even that existing sensitivity.  She watched, and waited, grinning and bouncing.  The accounts she'd heard and read all said it didn't take long, so she was giddy with anticipation, each second edging her closer to the inevitable.

But as the seconds turned to minutes, she began to wonder if maybe she was doing something wrong.  Maybe the curse didn't work on Cauerlis.  Maybe the curse had finally run out of energy.  Gale leaned the mirror back against the wall and examined it more carefully, reaching for every scrap of magic artificing knowledge she knew to see if there was something damaged or out o place.  A quick examination of the sides, and then a closer look at the mirror itself.  She bent in close, looking for any small fractures or chips in the mirror, using the whites of her own eyes as the swatch to check against as she looked up, down, back and forth along the mirror's surface. 
    Just when she was starting to despair, a warm tingle ran over her face and she stood bolt upright.  It was working!  Perhaps on her face instead of her body, but it was working!  And if that's what it took, well, it might not be ideal, but plenty of women from the sands wore veils anyways, and it wouldn't matter once she was in bed.
    Gale stared, grinning hungrily at her reflection.  Three spots, initially, one on her forehead and two over her cheekbones, and she was already rubbing with them and playing with them before they'd even began bulging up out of the skin.
    "Oooh,"  Gale cooed, locking her knees. "Oooh, gods..."  Each touch was like she was rubbing the lips of her vagina, that warm, electric feel, only this time racing down her neck instead of shooting up her spine. She lamented only having two hands, unable to stimulate all three at once, even as they began to look like the mushroom-top domes the wizard had.She stopped, briefly, when the fur on her cheeks and forehead fell out, drifting to the table the mirror was resting on.  For a moment, Gale considered if maybe this was enough, but then, they seemed to just feel better the more she touched them.  If she was going to have to cover them anyways, she supposed it didn't matter if they were bald or not, so it wouldn't hurt to go a little farther, right?
    Her resolve steeled (And her loins aching), Gale resumed her odd facial exploration, the lumps gaining size and prominence as she tweaked and tickled and caressed the rough, dark surfaces. They were now as big around as an ale mug, and pressing out farther than when a human would hold their breath in their cheeks. Her breathing was coming rapidly now, breasts bouncing in their top as her panties soaked with her own juices.  It felt so good, and from such a strange place... forget the headgear, this was amazing, worth any clothing she'd have to wear. The lumps were large enough to palm now, and she groped them like the petite breasts of a young lover, twisting them like doorknobs and gently dragging her claws over them, a move which made her shiver with delight. As she continued to grope, the uniform consistency began to change, the lower halves of the lumps becoming softer and looser as the top half became firmer and heavier.  a crease began to form in the lumps, deepening and splitting the tower half into two quarters, even as the upper half swelled larger still. Some part of her academic mind was puzzling this out, even as each exploratory caress and wiggle of her fingers in the shifting shapes tantalized her more and more.  If she wasn't so enthralled with the new, alien sensations, she'd surely be wrist-deep in her own snatch, so desperately horny was she.

One wandering claw found a hole in one of the bulging upper halves, slipping inside and sending a jolt of pleasure into Gale's mind so strong that it buckled her knees, the cheetah-woman catching herself on the table the mirror rested on.  Resting her chin on the table, Gale took a few deep, shuddering breaths, opening her eyes and looking at herself- barely- in the bottom curve of the mirror.  The growths were beginning to separate fully now, the bottom half sagging away from the top half, the one on her forehead feeling heavy where her eyebrows met the bridge of her muzzle. The hole, if she angled her head right to see into it, was glistening , and she mashed a finger up against the opening, her other hand cutting small grooves in the wood as her fingers and toes curled from pleasure.  It was thin, somewhat watery, but also gooey.  It didn't look like pus or bile, didn't smell like it either.  In fact, she thought as she held the wetted finger below her nose, it kind of smelled like... but could it really be?  Well, there were rumours that Temp'yst was a succubus, or half-demon, or something otherworldly to have gotten the powers she had...
    A quick dab on her rough tongue confirmed her suspicions.  Pre.  It was pre.  She was leaking precum out of her forehead.  And, she confirmed with a few more exploratory gropes, out of her cheeks as well. She looked at the mirror, debating her strange new appendages, even as they continued to swell, the heavy, divided bulges on the lower halves now seeming obviously to be nearly-filled scrotums, only the slightest bit of slack as they hung down onto her face.  She stood up, gazing into her freakish reflection, wondering again if she should stop.  But she'd always wanted to know what an orgasm from a penis felt like, and she was so close to discovering it.
    "Just once," She breathed.  "Just one orgasm and then I'll stop.  I can still deal with this. I can hide them when they're soft," She convinced her reflection, even as the testicles on her forehead began to creep into her peripheral vision.  If she looked straight ahead she couldn't see them, but looking to either side, the dark curvature of her testicles resting on the bridge of her muzzle loomed into view. So to ignore that, she looked straight ahead, eye-fucking herself as she coaxed the top halves into what she now knew they were, fat, girthy, hooded horsecocks. She left the forehead one alone, mostly, saving that one for the view as she tugged and stroked the ones on her cheeks, using the seeping precum from the as lubricant, fondling both the shafts and the filling balls, slapping against her jawline as they grew with seed. Her arousal meant that the cocks never sagged, each inch emerging from her as thick and turgid as the one before it. She panted as she watched the drips of pre her forehead cock leaked out fall farther and farther on her muzzle, thighs clenching together when she felt the first splatter atop her nose, the heady aroma of her own spunk causing her to squeal.
    Then, when the first drop of pre splattered into her heaving cleavage, the three cocks more than a foot long and big enough that her fingers barely encircled them, the warmth began to spread.  At first she thought it might have been exertion, or dizziness, but within seconds she was feeling more bumps beginning to form on her cheeks and head, bumping them with her hands when she jerked herself all the way down the two "original" horsecocks on her cheeks. She wondered if she should stop, if more was too much, but she felt herself so close, especially with all the precum in her hands for lubrication. "Just one orgasm and I'll stop,"  She told herself, even going so far as to pretend she believed herself. She even closed her eyes so as to not look at the cursed mirror any longer, but that had long since stopped being a factor in her growth and stimulation.  The seeds had been planted, and now Gale was to reap the curse's effects in full.

Still, there was an odd thrill in keeping her eyes closed, Gale thought, only able to feel the jerking motions of her hand and head, the shaking of her legs and dripping of her slit.  Only able to hear the slick slapping sounds of her fevered masturbation, the lustful moaning and panting coming from her hung-open mouth.  Even the steadily-increasing pull on her neck and shoulders from the growing genitals was a kind of exotic thrill for her, realizing that she was literally gaining weight all in throbbing cockmeat and churning sperm factories.
    As her hands began to cramp from their frenzied masturbation, her mouth dry and tongue lolling out, her hands began to wander, grabbing two of the growing dicks together, rubbing them against each other, maybe mashing pairs of thick horse balls against each other as though fighting for dominance. And they were fighting, in a way, the Caueril's petite cheeks being crowded out by throbbing, leaking, trembling horsecocks, now nearing two feet long, so thick around she needed both hands to encircle them completely. Whenever she wasn't specifically thinking about it, her head would begin to bow down under the combined weight of the nearly ten sets of equine genitals bristling from her cheeks and forehead.  And then it was ten, an inattentive moment leading Gale to lean her head down and fel a tight, but erotic pinching where her adams apple would have been were she male. Pulsing, throbbing, this cock was the fastest-grown one yet, even if it was only as thick as a roll of coins to start with. Still, it poked into the underside of her jaw when her head drooped too low, which was a shocking (but not unpleasant) jolt to remind her to fight against the weight of her overburdened head. With each stroke she could feel the swelling, sperm-laden testicles jostling against each other, fighting for space, her eyes now completely shaded from above by horsecocks and scrotums like some obscene visor. They were passing the size and weight of oranges now, hanging off her face and batting her muzzle as they leaked precum onto her chest and shoulders.
    Almost there, almost there, almost there... Gale repeated frantically in her mind, feeling close to release but finding it elusive, like every time she switched which cocks she was masturbating she'd come right up to the edge, but need to switch to a different, unattended cock, never quite finding the right tempo or rotation. She bucked against the table suddenly, a surge of raw ecstasy flowing through her hard enough to shake the cabin's wall. She could feel the bouquet of grapefruit-sized balls tighten up against their respective cocks, actually clearing her sight just a bit, enough to see in the mirror that the crown of throbbing dicks on her head and cheeks was nearly bigger than the mirror could reflect back at her. The glance was fleeting, though, her neck craning back as the full force of her many orgasms released through her at once, each pulse of orgasm from her many cocks causing her eyes to roll back in her head. Cum shot from each throbbing cock like being squeezed from a plugged wineskin, splattering on the walls, the furniture, even some on the ceiling. It took all of Gale's strength and concentration just to remain upright, both hands digging into the lip of the desk as the twitching of the forearm-sized cocks made her head sway back and forth, in real danger of losing her balance as her top-heavy appendages pushed and pulled at her in an orgasmic tug of war.
    Finally, the sensational assault was too much, and Gale bent forward, leaning against the mirror as she ground her sex against the table, gasping and panting as her cocks finally went limp, her face- or rather the tangle of cocks that jutted out from it- mashed against the cool glass.  Her view was almost entirely obstructed by genitals, now that the cocks weren't being held up by their powerful erections, but she could feel the tingling remnants of her orgasms flitting up and down her skin, a few twitching shakes rocking her shoulders and hips as the aftershocks bucked her.
    Between the heavy, crowding sacks and the thick, squishy, still-drooling cocks, there was only a small sliver of mirror Gale could see, leaned against it as she was, but when she idly focused on it she was surprised to see an eye looking back at her- and it wasn't her reflection's. Gale worked herself upright, still somewhat dazed, and lifted the veil of genitals from her forehead so she could see the odd face clearly.  It was a Cauerli, though with orange, black and white stripes as opposed to Gale's own tan and white with black spots.  The face smirked up at her as it rose to Gale's eye-level, and she noticed how haggard-looking the woman was behind the amused smile.
    "Well,"  She said, her voice somehow travelling through the mirror.  "Was wondering if anyone would ever get this far."
    "Are- are you..." Gale began, heart racing enough to make her face-cocks tingle. "Are you Temp'yst the Enchantress??"
    "'The Enchantress'?" The woman echoed, arching an eyebrow at Gale. "Goodness, I've apparently gotten famous in my absence. But yes, I am."  She squinted at Gale. "You don't look like any of my students- not with breasts that small- so how'd you find me? How'd you get the mirror away from the Mage's council?"
    "Er, I, uh, I bought you- bought the mirror- at an auction.An estate lot of a passed wizard."
    "...How long have I been stuck in here?"  Temp'yst asked, head floating to either side to look behind Gale.
    "You disappeared around sixty years ago," Gale replied. "I was the first one to tie your disappearance to the cursed mirror's origin."
    "Sixty?  Hmph... With all the fuss they'd put on about my books, you'd think they would have kept this hidden or locked up somewhere, not left to rot in a storage room..."  Temp'yst licked her lips, except instead of the normal broad, pink tongue, what traced along the edge of her lips was a dark cockhead.
    "It that a cock?"  Gale gasped, feeling her horsedicks starting to fill with blood.
    "Oh this?" She asked, opening her mouth wide and letting the long shaft extend fully from her mouth.  "Sure is.  Want one? Feels like you're always getting gently eaten out."
    "I... well, sure!" Gale replied, a little surprised at her own eagerness. But then again, it was basically invisible, so it's not like it would be making her problems any worse, right? "What do I need to do?"
    "It's already done,"  Temp'yst said, and Gale ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth. Her tongue didn't feel any different, but there was definitely the taste of pre coming from it.
"Wow, that's- what else can you do?"  Gale asked, noticing that the whole of the tigress' head could be seen now, instead of just her face.  She looked a little less exhausted, too.
    "Don't worry,"  Temp'yst said, winking, "You'll grow into it.  Or vice-versa. She tossed her head, wisps of snow-white hair fading into the reflection behind her.  "Anything else you want?"
    "Anything... else?" Gale said, her horsecocks stiffening heardbeat by heartbeat and rising out of her sight.
    "You went to the trouble to awaken me, staring into the curse long enough to cum from it, so I think it's the least I could do.  What do you say, anything you want."
    "Well..."  Part of Gale shouted to ask for how to reverse the changes so far, get the bouquet of dicks off her face, but another part said not to rush it.  She had said anything, after all:  Would be a shame to waste the opportunity if she only had one chance.
    "Come now, don't be shy," Temp'yst said, smirking. "What makes your loins burn, those cocks throb? When you think of your idealized sexual being, what do you see?"
    Without even really thinking about it, Gale reached for her breasts and cupped them in her hands. While they were impressive for a Cauerli, she'd always wanted them bigger, permanently bigger, not just enchanted for a night like the amorous couple in the tent. She wanted to go to sleep with them huge, wake up with them huge, bathe with them huge, have them enter a room before she did, that all would be in awe of her huge, soft mounds.
    "Ahhh, say no more,"  Temp'yst says. "I can feel your desire.  You want me to remake your bosoms into something more appropriate for a woman of your... tastes?"
    Gale just nodded, swallowing hard and noticing the strong taste of pre in it. Kneading the flesh of her breasts in anticipation, her crown of horsecocks fully erect and dribbling pre again, her tongue feeling thick and heavy in her mouth, she awaited the next transformation with frightful glee. It wasn't a long wait, as the same warm tingling that'd started on this whole mess drifted down to her chest, her cocks throbbing and dripping pre as her arousal spiked.  She thought of undoing her robe, but decided she'd rather use it as an impromptu measuring tape, to see just how much she'd grown. She had to maneuver some of the cocks growing on her neck out of the way to be able to look down at her own bosoms, the cantaloupe -sized scrotums on her forehead dangling down far enough for her to see her own cleavage as it begins to press tighter into itself, the flesh rising out of her neckline like cooking dough.  She hummed and leaned her head back, feeling the heavy sacks churning with sperm as they say on her eyelids, her tongue squirming in her mouth, steadily dribbling precum, which she swallowed down.
    "Mmmm,"  she hummed happily, feeling up her breasts and spreading the dribbles of precum around them.  She wanted to give them a firm squeeze, pinch her nipple, but she wanted to keep this next part pure.  The fabric was beginning to pinch tight, cutting into her flesh just above the niples, and though it was uncomfortable she took pleasure in the pain, waiting for the inevitable.  The sound of the first popped thread made her grin widely, precum drooling out of the gaps between her teeth before she slurped it back and swallowed.
    "Mmm, yeth,"  She slurred, hands moving up and down her sides and groping her butt, trying her hardest to keep from touching her breasts as the nipple bulged prominently into the fabric.  An entire seam gave way, and her breasts bounced forward, the slack instantly used up as her breasts passed the size of cantaloupes and began the spectacle of overfilling her dress again.
    "Moah, moah!"  She panted, tongue hanging out of her mouth, the organ now distinctly rounded and the pre-drizzling urethra obvious as it splattered down her swelling bosoms. 
    "Your wish is my command," Temp'yst smirked, her own pendulous breasts coming into view as her image became clearer. If Gale had been looking at anything but her own scandalously erotic transformations, she would have noticed a small pair of red-feathered wings coming out from behind Temp'yst shoulders, a hint about the enchantress' true nature. But Gale was too busy relishing the sounds of her robes' neckline falling to shreds inch by inch, her nipples large as teacups.  Finally, finally, even the fat nubs of her breasts can't hold her robe over her, and with a final snap of thread, Gale's breasts bounded free to the air, the gelatinous mounds not even having settled before her hands were groping them, mashing them against her ribs, squeezing the fat nipples and rolling them between her fingers.  Her head twitched and lolled as her horsecocks shot a huge load of cum out around her, like a malfunctioning water sprinkler. Grabbing her breasts up in her arms, she nuzzled her head against them, rubbing her brace of head-cocks over and on and between the swelling, pillowy masses, gasping and drooling as she gave what she was certain would be the first of many, many titfucks to herself.  Orgasms once again rocked Gale as she spurted cum between her arm-filing breasts, the tightness of her hold and the force of the orgasm causing rivulets of spooge to fire out of her cleavage at odd angles.  When a glob splattered on the mirror, Temp'yst looked at it bemusedly before leaning forward and sticking her tongue out.  Pressed against the surface of the mirror like a window, she dragged her tongue up the inside of the mirror and the cum vanished, her cocktongue frosted white with Gale's cum before she sucked it back into her maw.
    "Mmm, coming along nicely,"  She mused to herself.
Gale squeezed her breasts in a hug, tighter and tighter until the sacks of soft flesh flopped over her forearms and she was left holding onto her stomach. Or what she assumed was her stomach, until she felt a sensual poke from a small yet sensitive nub, a sensation so familiar yet out-of-place it was enough to snap her out of her orgiastic reverie.
    "Wh- boobth?"  Gale muttered, spitting out the collected sexual fluids in her mouth.  Her tongue fit back inside her muzzle, but only just, she realized as she parted her enormous breasts.  Or, she now surmised, her top enormous breasts. Filling up her robes again- she always tailored the middle in to accentuate her hourglassed figure- were another set of breasts, pert and round and already pressing into and against her current pendulous breasts. What's more, as the fabric once again became taut against her, she could feel a third pair of breasts struggling with the second for what little slack the first pair's destruction of her neckline had afforded them.
Gale stopped masturbating long enough to lift her head-scrotums up off her eyes, looking at the mirror even as the crown of shafts poking through the increasing number of bald patches on her fur spurted cum on occasion.  Had she been paying closer attention she might have noticed that since Temp'yst had first licked it up, cum no longer stuck to the surface of the mirror, sliding off as quick and traceless as water off a duck's back.
    "What's the matter?"  Temp'yst asked innocently, her now-visible swaying hips causing her now-visible tail to swish happily behind her. "I thought you said you wanted more?"  She continues, gripping her own heavy breasts and pulling them apart, a third breast growing out between them as she waggles her cocktongue at Gale.
    "Uh mehnt BIGGUR!" Gale cried out, mumbling around the ridges of her tongue-glans. "Mehk um bigguh!"
    "Oh, well, I can certainly do that too," the tri-breasted tigress smirked, and Gale gasped, her head pulling back while her tongue surged forward in orgasm.  The rips and pops of bursting seams fired off like a failing zipper, each breast pushing and shoving against each other as they fought their way free of the garment. Gale's knees clapped together as they locked, spattering some of the juices she'd leaked from her slit in this erotic adventure thus far, both from her orgasms and from the increasingly heavy weight of her breasts pulling at her torso. She tried to hold at least one pair in her arms to steady herself, but even that became problematic as they grew far wider than her torso, topped with nipples so fat and puffy she would have been unable to encircle one with her hand. Another few orgasms from her crown of seemingly indefatigable horsecocks, and she finally fell forward, bouncing off the table and landing on a pile of her own breasts. A gurgling cry rose out of Gale's cum-soaked, cock-stuffed mouth as she pressed down on her breasts, the vast plains of fuzzy breastflesh nearly bigger than the entire rest of her.  Left to their own devices, her top pair of breasts alone would have reached past her waist; three such enormous pairs crowding for the same space left her obscured from knee to chin, her lowest head-cock just brushing its tip  into the tight valley of her upper breasts. Gale struggled against the bed of her own titflesh, eventually getting her knees to touch the ground. Her first attempts to stand were laughable, the heavy sacks of titflesh chaining her to the ground.  With effort, she was able to pull her upper pairs up on top of the lower ones, the tower of titflesh wobbling and sliding over each other as she tried to stabilize them.  Trying to ignore her face-cocks rubbing up against her upper breasts, trails of pre and cum streaking the soft, fuzzy flesh. With a herculean effort of will and concentration and knee-clenching, Gale lifted the tower of sensitive funbags up onto the table, spreading the top two with her arms to try and look at the mirror.
    "So sorry," Temp'yst said, examining her claws. "Not what you meant?"
    "No!" Gale sputtered, drooling pre down her cleavage, pooling in the tight crevice of her middle bosoms.
    "Want me to change you back?" She said, stopping her casual inspection as her eye flicked up to Gale, behind the wall of breasts and forest of dicks.
    "A..." Gale grunted, opening her mouth but finding no words coming out. In a moment almost meditative, she took stock of all the sensations she was feeling at that instant.  Her sopping, pulsing, needful slit. The weight and feeling of her massive breasts piled atop each other like huge sacks of silky laundry. The tingling of her nipples, fat and long and tantalizingly out of reach. The constant plip-plip-plip of her pre-cum drool falling out of her muzzle and onto her breasts.  The churning of the heavy black ballsacks feeding the throbbing crown of horsecocks on her head was synced with her heartbeat by now, every pulse a moment of sublime pleasure.

    Gale realized she couldn't bring herself to say 'yes'. The feelings, so new, so exotic...

    "That's what I thought," Temp'yst smirked, hefting her trio of breasts in her arms and flicking the center nipple with the head of her cocktongue. "It really is a new world of feelings, isn't it?"
    Gale nodded, her face-cocks bobbing up and down, bumping into her top breasts and smearing them with cum.
    "Well, that's what those old fogies were so afraid of, something so new and unusual, all my spells and tricks that were making people happy and horny in ways no one had even thought of before.  Which I'm sure is why you came looking for me, right?"
    Gale nodded again, maybe a few more times than was strictly necessary to get her point across.  She liked the feeling of her face-cocks pressing against her breasts.
    "So here's the deal; I can't get out of here unless someone goes all the way with me.  Willingly."
    "...Weww, buh how?" Gale asked, trying to imagine how one could have sex with a mirror.
    "You have to take my magic into you," Temp'yst said.  "All of it, every sexy, orgy-causing and -ending spell and trick I know, until you're not even recognizable anymore."  Temp'yst looked up to see she had Gale's rapt attention, even as her head subconsciously bobbed into and out of her cleavage. "I'll say this, though; if you can get me out of here, I'll change back whatever you don't like.  Just, you have to ask for it. I can't force it on you."
    Gale though for a short while on it.  If she could bring Temp'yst out of the mirror, back into the real world, imagine what she could teach her!  Sure, it was a bit much now, but...  but the possibilities!  All she had to do is keep her wits about her, until Temp'yst was free.
    "Cah... cah I haff cohks on mah finguhs?" She asked, holding her left hand above her massive breasts and wiggling them.  The cocks on her face were certainly sensitive, but her snatch was aching and it wasn't like she could get her head down there with her mountainous breasts in the way. 
    Temp'yst smiled, and a sudden clattering was her only answer, Gale feeling something sliding down her breast towards her neck.  She instinctively reached for it, and found between rapidly balding fingertips her claws, having just fallen out like they'd been attached with flimsy string. She rolled the hooked claw back and forth between two digits, until she squeezed the first drop of pre out of one of them and realized she was wasting valuable time.
    Her hand dropped to her side and began fighting its way under her lower set of breasts, mashed against her stomach tightly from all the weight around and atop it. Using her other hand, she wormed her thumb into the waistband of her breeches, pulling it open and exposing her dripping sex to fresh air.  Gods, she could already feel the digits lengthening and thickening, barely able to keep her digits in a line as they squished against each other for space. Her first fingers inside her pants could feel the needy heat emanating off of her folds, and all five ached and throbbed in response.  Gale curled her fingers up as best she could, knuckles already stiffening as she penetrated herself, gasping as her vagina was stuffed with proto-cocks.  She leaned against her wall of breasts, rubbing her facecocks into her cleavage as she felt both being penetrated in her vagina and the act of penetration from her handful of dicks.
    "If this is what it feels like for the men,"  She marveled to herself, "No wonder they're always ready to go!" She gasped again, coughing up mouth-pre in her cleavage as the hoods of the equine finger-dicks began to flare out, completely jamming her vagina full of man-meat.  She had already had to change her stance, hand now hooked upwards at the wrist and plunging her stiff, unbending, eight-inch-long finger-cocks deep into herself, wood creaking and breasts wobbling as she shook and twitched. The crotch of her breeches were soaked in fluids now, from her sopping pussy to the leaking precum in her fingers to the stray secretions of her thumb-cock, forced out of her vagina as the digit stiffened and became inflexible.  Before the transformative tingle in her fingers had subsided, a new one- yet linked to the first- began to suffuse her hand. She felt the skin bloating, more fur falling out as suddenly her palm was occupied, forcing her arm at an ever-more awkward angle if she wanted to keep jilling herself.  As the finger-cocks neared a foot in length, Gale winced and pulled the cocks out before they tore something, inch after inch pressing her turgid fingers ever-closer together on a hand that quite simply didn't have room for them.  Her skin kept bloating, on her palm, on the back of her hand, the wrist, the pad of the thumb, the hand feeling heavier as she finally pulled it free from her vagina with a slurping pop.
    She pulled the sopping limb back up from under her breasts, the return trip made easier in spite of the much larger mass by the sheer amount of lubrication, and raised her hand alongside her. The lumps were getting bigger, heavier, and they were causing her fingers to splay apart from each other, heavy and wobbly without concentration like her head was.  The darkening skin and bifurcating sacks connected the dots for her and she realized her new finger-cocks were getting matching sets of balls, and on a canvas way too small to contain them. As her fingers thickened and continued to lengthen, fighting desperately for space in a manner that would have been painful were it not such an ecstasy of frotting, the huge horsecocks constantly rubbing against each other while the sensitive hoods bumped and bounced like wind-tossed ferns.
    Gale looked at her freakish hand, having to crane her neck oddly to see around the crown of horsecocks. It was no longer any good for mixing potions, or wielding a wand, or cooking meals, or anything that wasn't 'fucking something raw'. To her own slight surprise, the sight of the useless bulb of sexual organs actually aroused her further, the throbbing in her finger-dicks intensifying.  With a smile, Gale plunged her hand between her top and middle breasts, even the two-foot-long bundle of horsecocks able to disappear completely between the fat mounds of her cleavage. She pistoned her arm in and out of her cleavage, moaning happily as she managed to quintulpe-titfuck herself, the sensations so utterly alien and yet undeniably amazing as that entire layer of her cleavage became slick with pre, the crowded bundle of testicles churning on the edge of painfully as they were pressed and crammed together.
   
    "Remember," Temp'yst said, fondling her breasts as she watched Gale, "Anything more you want, just ask..."
    "Mmmh..."  Gale moaned as she thrust, sweat beading on her skin and under her fur, where it wasn't already slicked with cum. "Uh... Ah... Ah wish mah boobs couwd feew ah gewd ah mah cohks..." Gale slurred around her tongue-cock, which now stiffly extended past her lips, that if she pursed her lips she could just barely brush the back of the glans. With her mouth closed around it, she could feel each throbbing pulse in the top and bottom of her jaw, and it made any kind of normal sounds difficult.
    "Your wish my my command..."  Temp'yst said courteously, before adding "And my orgasm!", one hand darting to her nethers as the change began to take hold. Immediately her breasts flushed with blood and sensation, the fur receding into the silky-smooth skin as her nipples twitched and bulged. Gale was already cumming, the influx of sensation enough to push her over the edge, her middle-upper cleavage flooded with enough spunk by her twitching arm to squirt out of all sides, a few jets even pushing their way up between her topmost breasts and spraying the underside of her muzzle.  Gale gasped again, the sensation of cumming on herself electrifying with her lewdness.  It was like she didn't even need a partner, she was equipped enough to enjoy every aspect of carnal sex all by herself.  No more trawling taverns or paying prostitutes, no more awkward mornings.  As she groped at her breasts with her remaining, normal hand, trying desperately but futilely to reach the throbbing, darkening nipple, she pulled her left hand out from between her breasts and pointed the heavy, pendulous appendage at her face, jets of thick milky cum washing over her and her face full of cocks, the shuddering, shaking orgasm raining cum all over the floor and even walls of her cabin before exhaustion overtook her and she slumped forward into her wall of titflesh, shuddering and bucking at the sensation of her long, fattened nipples touching the mirror at the end of the table.  She shivered with delight as her nipples throbbed, and she felt them leave a little kiss of precum on the mirror.
    "Well, mmh, certainly a nice, ha, view," Temp'yst panted, her tongue drooling cum as she jilled herself watching Gale's nipples on their slow but steady transformation from tiny pleasure nubs to thick oozing horsecocks.
    Collapsed against her mountain of soft, sensitive tiflesh, Gale tensed a few times as various parts of her cummed, her hand resting by her head and her multitude of cocks pressed so tightly against them, her vision nothing but a tangle of shafts and scrotums, that she couldn't even tell which sensation was coming from which cock.
    "Moah..."  Gale muttered, tongue lazily painting the shaft in front of her mouth with pre.
    "More?" Temp'yst squeaked, the word seeming to send an erotic jolt through her. "More what? More, ah, cocks? M-more tits? Mmmf, more c-cum!?"  She exclaimed, a gush of fluids soaking the enchantress' hand.
    "Yeth,"  Gale sighed dreamily, before a jerk of her knees and hips woke her up a bit. "Both! Aww of it! Ah wunce!" She cried out, moving her shoulders in a circular motion as she ground her sensitive breasts against the wall and table.
    Temp'yst chuckled a bit as she rubbed her cum into her trip of breasts, the fluid absorbing into them and making them grow. "All at once, eh?  Hmmm... I think I can arrange that, mm..."

    Gale began to feel a pinching in her lowest set of breasts, slight at first, but growing ever more insistent.  Given their hypersensitivity, this only resulted in her lowest set of nipple-cocks shooting out a jet of cum from her now spooge-filled breasts, but it made her curious all the same.  Sliding her right hand under her lowest set of breasts, she shivered and shook when her fingertips ran into a plush mound, bare of fur and squishier even than her breasts.  She wriggled her fingers between the mound and her lower breasts, eyes fluttering from the stimulation.  Her left hand, momentarily forgotten in her curiosity, hung limply at her side, drooling cum onto the floor, filling the cracks between the wooden planks and forming a small but growing puddle beneath it.
    Starting from below even her lowest set of breasts, this new growth didn't even have a chance at resting on the table the mirror was on. It forced the relatively small bulge of titflesh up onto the table, and Gale could feel the large, squishy sack churning with motion underneath her paw, the claws poking into it in what felt like a thrilling, erotically dangerous manner, though no blood was spilled. Gale felt the pressure building as the sack grew, soft and sensitive even as it spread down her thighs and against her forearm.  Gale brought her other "hand" to feel the bulging, swelling organ, since it was now wide enough for her to not need to try and slide the huge, bloated club of penises and testicles underneath her bottom breasts, and involuntarily bucked against the table, squishing the huge sack and causing four distinct points of pleasure to spike through its surface.
    "It's an udder!" Gale thought to herself as she continued to fondle and stroke the heavy sack. Her right hand was fortuitously positioned to feel the nubs growing out, even as the immense size of the growing milkbag had pushed her arm straight, the curvature of the pink sphere pressing into the crook of her elbow.
    Gale realized as she cupped her hand over the surging mound that it was no cow's teat growing from it; unlike the slow, subtle progress of her nipples and tongue- which was feeling curiously unhindered as her teeth had receded into her gums without her notice- the protrusions poking out of her udder were very obviously dicks from the first touch.  Human ones, too, the helmet shaped glans and lack of medial ring putting them at odds visually with the multitude of flared, hooded horsecocks otherwise bristling out her front.  Even as the udder grew too big for her to reach around, Gale tried to briefly masturbate the udder-cock between her two longest fingers, before it finally slipped out of reach and her normal hand joined her misshapen cock-hand in rubbing and stroking her udder to another orgasm.
    Gale was slowly being bent forward, or rather her torso kept its place atop the table while her hips were pushed back from the expanding pink balloon that her udder was becoming.  Gale rotated her hips back and forth, mashing her udder against the table, her lower teat-cocks sliding along the floor underneath. The steadily-growing puddle of sexual fluids helped smooth the texture of the wooden floor, allowing the pre from her teat-cocks to join it as her udder continued to swell. Gale's legs scooted farther and farther apart, further and further back, slowly pushing the hyper-sexualized woman away from the table, her nipple-cocked breasts sliding inch by inch off the table. 
    "Awww, bye-bye little fella,"  Temp'yst said, waving at Gale's upper-left nipple-cock as it was pulled off of the surface of the mirror, a long strand of thick, sticky pre bridging the gap for a moment. Gale's feline tail whipped back and forth, face-cocks buried in her cleavage as her gargantuan udder continued to overfill the space provided to it. With a jerk, Gale felt her lowest breasts slip off of the table, her long nipple-cocks pinned to the edge by her four upper breasts, the sensation of all that weight pinching her urethras closed making her gasp and buck. For some reason, even though it was only two out of an increasingly large number of penises, immediately all of her rigid, drooling cocks pulsed with unfulfilled need  She could feel each individual testicle churning, tightening, filling with unreleased seed, and it was an almost maddening pleasure. She pulled and grunted, even her constantly-slick cock-tongue feeling stopped up, but she couldn't heft the weight of her four enormous breasts off of her trapped horsecocks.  Her vision darkened as the bouquet of horse testicles swelled down over her eyes, pressing and mashing against each other as they crowded her muzzle and cheeks, weighing her head down so much she couldn't keep her face from burying itself in her topmost cleavage, pinning her in the darkness between her massive breasts. Her legs wobbled and shook, hands both humanoid and phallic slapping her udder and lower breast in panic as each denied orgasm pulsed and rebounded through her body.  Mustering out what little sense she could while being ravaged by orgasm after orgasm, Gale leaned back and pulled as hard as she could.
    Temp'yst watched in amusement and arousal as Gale's breasts and udder filled taut with milky spooge, the tortured horsecocks pinned under her middle breasts swelling and throbbing with every attempted- but blocked- orgasm.Gale, for her part, was bucking and thrashing against the wall of swollen mammaries, perhaps initially to free her agonizingly- but not painfully- pinched cocks, but now just for the sheer carnal sensation of it. It was little more than a happy accident when, under the influence of her constant moaning tugs, Gale finally pulled her middle breasts far enough over the edge of the table to cause them to drop down, pulling her lower nipple-cocks enough to finally slide over the edge and to freedom.

    The world went white for a moment, both for Gale and for anyone who might have been standing in the room with her.  Great torrents of spunk rushed out of Gale, a floor-to-ceiling paint job using cum as her breasts, tongue, udder and face all shot their pent-up loads splattering against the wall. While gale's mind was still whited-out from the supernova of blissful release, her cocks continued to spray cum, the ones closest to the walls spraying so steadily there didn't seem to be even a momentary break in the flow between urethra and wall. Gale gargled the backsplash of cum flooding out of her cleavage, leaning back and twisting her head to try and deflect some of the torrential spray away from her mouth. She was completely soaked in cum now, whatever few dry spots remaining since her udder grew in all thoroughly drenched and slick with seed.
    The torrents of cum soon began to separate, becoming discrete pulses of orgasm instead of a singular panty-sopping flood of sensation. Sometimes they'd line up and she'd gag at all of her dicks cumming simultaneously. Other times, no two would orgasm at once, instead rattling off a constant, staccato stream of convulsive orgasms, splatters of cum firing from one cock after another like a tune played on a perverse, sexual pipe organ. After what felt like an entire day of orgasms, Gale's multitudinous penises softened; Not flaccid, the constant sensation of stimulation probably ensured she'd never been unaroused a moment out of the entire rest of her life, but not the throbbing, ramrod-straight pillars of mind-numbing sensation either. It was just enough that Gale could relax a bit, awash in cum and coital contentment as her knees finally unlocked and she sagged down on top of her massive udder, leaning into her six mountainous breasts.  For a brief moment fear pierced her heart, worried she'd tip backwards and be crushed or suffocated by her own pendulous bosoms, drowned in a sea of spooge.  But thankfully, despite the semi-frequent shocks and jolts of orgasm, the fat, sloshing, jiggly mounds of her mammaries seemed to settle in just fine, a solid tower of squishy, cum-filled funbags.
    "Having fun?" Temp'yst asked, chin resting on her hands as she watched the front side of the swelling, mutating cum-fountain.
    "Ohhhh, yeth,"  Gale moaned around her tongue-cock. "Whah moh duh I neeh tuh fwee yuh?"
    "Oof, getting a little hard to talk with your mouth full, I see,"  Temp'yst said.  "Tell you what: If you want, I can just read your mind, and you can tell me the next changes you want, or you can just give yourself over to me and I'll do what I want until you're changed enough to free me.  Sound good?" There was a brief pause. "No, don't nod, I need you to say it.  I can't see your head anymore behind those gigantic, beautiful, horse-cocked breasts of yours."
    With a squeak, an involuntary squirt of pre shot from Gale's tongue cock, and she swallowed the collected cum and saliva down her throat so she could be clear.
    "Duh...  Do muh legth firth,"  Gale begged.
    "Your legs?" Temp'yst echoed.
    Gale nodded before catching herself, swallowing back her drool. "Ah can barewy thtand..."
    "Oh, well, I can certainly help with that..." Temp'yst grinned.  Gale felt her pulse quicken, each heartbeat throbbing in her legs, down her thighs and into her feet as the pleasant tingle of change washed down her.  Her knees clenched, squeezing her udder between them even as she felt them swelling up, followed by her calves and even her feet.  It was like her thighs were taking over the rest of her legs, bloating and swelling until her stockings began to pop and rip apart, the thick tubes of flesh undoing her leggings like a zipper as her knees forced themselves straight. Gale stood awkwardly on her changing legs, unable to feel her toes in the too-tight shoes she was wearing as her calves and shins bloated as well. If that wasn't enough, she began to get love handles hanging over her waistband, but when she went to adjust her clothes with her right hand, she felt a different yet very familiar sensation as she brushed past them. Gale turned her head to try to look, but there was no way she'd be able to see the side of her own waist, not with the bramble of turgid horsecocks on her face, nor the overflowing mounds of breastflesh enveloping her front and sides. Still though, the texture, the lack of fuzz, the pleasant tingle...  She was definitely developing testicles on her hips.