Topic: Tales of Belial: Festival of Lights 3 The Transformanatrix
Come one, come all to my latest iteration of a holiday classic. Pull up a chair and prepare yourself for all manner of transformations to get yourself into the holiday mood.
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Vieira McKnight, Mistress Vieira to everyone but her estranged parents, sat on the terrace of a rooftop café and watched the crowds milling below. The new year was nigh and in Wasen, that meant only one thing: the Festival of Lights. Already Vieira could see dozens hanging from cables strung across the city streets, the former woman glowing in excitement. How many in the swirling crowd below would join them before the night was through?
Vieira smiled and took another sip of her tea. She'd always been fascinated with transformations, ever since her high school rival Tesha had transformed herself to win a boy they were feuding over. The extra pair of breasts had given Vieira's opponent an edge for a time, but Tesha shouldn't used a bargain bin alchemist. Not a week later two extra breasts had turned into twenty, running down Tesha's body all the way to her feet.
The target of their feud dropped Tesha like a hot skillet, much to Vieira's amusement. Vieira could have swooped in and taken him, but she was far too fascinated with her rival's changes. Not for herself, even today Vieira was just as human as the day she was born. But how the transformation changed Tesha's life. Vieira even buried the hatchet and became friends with the radically changed woman. It was Vieira's suggestion that the overly endowed woman seek out the nerds that drooled over her from a distance. Ironically, Tesha got laid more often than if she hadn't had the accident and now ran her own porn studio for breast aficionados.
Tesha had been the first step, but it wasn't until college that Vieira had found her niche in life. Like many students looking to avoid crushing student loans, Vieira took on a part time job with the university. She was a counselor's aide, and over a four year period old Mrs. Batson taught Vieira everything she knew. How to read people. How to get them to spill their problems, their desires. Vieira had initially planned to study business, but after learning at the feet of a master for so long she wanted a different path. The question was, how could Vieira monetize her skills?
The answer ended up coming from Vieira's roommate Hellen. Unlike Vieira, Hellen had gotten everything she wanted in life. He father had made significant contributions to the college, which was the only way she'd gotten in. And the only way she stayed in, despite years blowing off classes to spend the day sleeping off party induced hangovers in the apartment he'd bought her.
After yet another blow-out phone call with her father, Vieira sat Hellen down to talk about it. Hellen's father was after her for having no ambition, for just drifting through life. After calming the woman down, Vieira asked what Hellen wanted to do with her life? The blonde admitted she didn't know. She liked sex and partying, was addicted to being the center of attention. But that lifestyle couldn't continue forever, could it?
Vieira had chuckled at that, thinking of Tesha. Now that would be a way for Hellen to always be the center of attention…
After some research on Hellen's computer, Vieira offered her a deal. If the blonde would surrender herself to the changes Vieira proposed, then she would be able to live out her dreams. Hellen had wanted more details, which Vieira rationed judiciously. It was only after the blonde agreed that Vieira handed over several sketches.
Vieira was pulled from memory by her phone buzzing. Pulling it out, the
Transformanatrix saw it was nearly time to meet up with her new charges. With the memory of Hellen still fresh in her mind, Vieira opened up her photo folders and selected the one centered on her friend.
The initial changes had been radical and eye catching, exactly what Hellen wanted. Full head and neck removal, with the shoulders molded into butt cheeks complete with anus and vagina. Arms replaced with additional breasts, with all four swollen up to foot diameter spheres. A dick growing out at the end of her spine, two feet long and thicker than a bottle of soda. The testicles hanging beneath it were nearly as large as the breasts on the transformed woman's chest.
The inspiration for this change was the discovery of Hellen's messy fetish. She seemed to love videos where the performers ended up covered in cum, milk, and other bodily fluids. The radically changed Hellen got to be her own walking disaster zone, with a constant stream of cum drooling from her cock tail. All four of her breasts could spray milk on command, and often leaked when full. Both upper and lower vaginas over lubricated, leaving sticky streams running down Hellen's body.
Needless to say, Hellen's father's reaction was priceless when she showed up newly transformed at one of his parties. She didn't end up staying long, her father was so upset Hellen ended up escorted from the premises. But not before she'd picked up a business card…
Vieira swiped to the next image, which showed Hellen posing beside her husband. It turned out one of her father's guests, a fellow company owner, shared Hellen's love of overly endowed, dripping women. When Hellen showed up at the next party on his arm, her father nearly had a second heart attack. This time Hellen got to stay through the whole party, as her new lover was an important advertiser in her father's newspapers. It turned out he'd started a specialty fluid proof clothing company just to indulge in his fetishes and Hellen became his number one model.
In the years between then and the first photos, Hellen had undergone a few additional changes to keep things fresh. Her skin was now a shiny grey like a dolphin, to better tolerate the water she found herself so often in. At least, the little uncovered flesh was grey. For Hellen had embarked on another fantasy to tattoo herself from headless shoulders to dick-toes. Her various orifices and genitals sported dozens of rings and piercings as well, making Hellen about as alternative as you could get.
The phone buzzed again and Vieira shoved it back in a pocket. As fun as it had been to dwell on the past, it was time to begin today's festivities. Still, after standing Vieira paused a moment to admire her figure in the reflection of one of the café's windows. She was tall and slender, her figure augmented by a rigid corset and high heels. A Waoi grandmother had gifted Vieira with thick waves of straight black hair and alluring almond eyes to go with her flawless white skin. Smokey purple makeup accented a heart shaped face with lips so kissable people had literally given their bodies for the opportunity.
The outfit Vieira wore had been one such client, willing to surrender his body just to have it spend time close to hers. To those watching as she walked past it appeared that Vieira was wearing an ordinary, yet extremely kinky outfit. Few people would have guessed it used to be a person and was actually a single piece of living fabric.
The core of Vieira's Transformanatrix wear was a black leather corset dress, which covered her from ample breasts to firm butt. At the apex of each breast and both cheeks were crowned by a pair of red lips, complete with a tongue that would occasionally poke out to taste the air. Attached to the bottom of the corset was a matching black skirt that ran down to Vieira's knees. The bottom foot was a double ring of mouth topped breasts that Vieira was able to used as storage pockets. Around Vieira's legs were a pair of thigh high platform heels with 6 inch stilettos, the tops of the leather disappearing up into her skirt.
Over the top of her corset Vieira wore a crimson leather bordello jacket. The sleeves were elbow length, the ends puffed up to look like a pair of lips. Out of these came fingerless gloves, leaving Vieira's fingertips as the only exposed skin on her arms.
The entire outfit was skintight, showing off Vieira's well maintained figure. Due to some clever design work the living leather could easily unwrap, allowing Vieira to go from sexy dominant to sexy nude in mere moments. Of course, to see that usually cost extra.
The only piece of Vieira's outfit that wasn't part of her former client was the necklace around her graceful neck. The chain was simple and silver, strong and not ostentatious. Hanging from the loop was a strange little artifact that Tesha had gifted Vieira for her birthday one year. It was a little chunk of obsidian with engraved runes. The sides were smooth and regular, but the exact number of them seemed to vary by the counting. It was one of Vieira's favorite tools in deciding how to transform her clients. Running a finger over the smooth black surface, Vieira mused the little stone would be getting a lot of use today.
As Vieira made her way through the crowd, the masses parted around her like a rock in the middle of the river. On a primal level, they seemed to sense what she could do to them. Would do to them, if they were brave enough to ask.
With two minutes to spare, Vieira approached the appointed meeting space. It wasn't far from the café, which had given her the perfect place to watch her new playthings arrive.
The first Mistress Vieira already knew. Penny Sperry was the younger daughter of Vieira's housekeeper. Penny's sister Laurie, elder by five years, had been the Transformanatrix's assistant from the moment she turned eighteen. Now that Penny had reached that milestone, Laurie was more than willing to retire and let her sister take up the role. Vieira hoped Penny was up to the task, as she couldn't exactly untransform the older sister. Even if she could, Laurie was serving her far better as a throne of boobflesh and tentacles than she ever did as a maid. There was two left feet, then there was whatever curse of clumsiness that afflicted Laurie.
While Laurie had been shorter and pleasantly plump, Penny was of average height and skinny as a rail. Her skin was tanned in the way only people who spent lots of time outdoors could obtain, nicely matching the rich brown of her shoulder length hair. Dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt, her look practically screamed tom-boy. One would never guess that under that confident exterior lurked a burning need to be dominated and controlled. A need Vieira was going to have a lot of fun exploring.
Chatting animatedly with Penny was Lyn Harman. Lyn was a fairly typical case for Vieira. She'd come into money recently---enough to splurge with, but not comfortable enough life the rest of her life on. While most people would have squirreled her dead uncle's windfall into stocks or a downpayment on a house or car, Lyn had decided she wanted to give up her boring life as a waitress to become a sex pet. She didn't even have a particular kind in mind, only that her final form would be completely inhuman.
Almost a pity, Vieira thought. Lyn was only in her late twenties, still perfectly young and perky. Her breasts were small, but from the photos she'd sent with her application Vieira knew her rear was ample enough to compensate. Oh well, the customer wanted what they wanted.
The last of the trio sitting at the table was the odd man out. Tristan Woodworth was male, for one, and significantly older. After thirty-something years as a hard charging investment banker, he was ready to retire and live the life he'd missed along the way. And the sex. Especially the sex. While Lyn wanted to become a sex pet for the dehumanization, Tristan Woodworth was a slut in a businessman's body. Though not for much longer. Time to go to work.
Mistress Vieira enjoyed how each of her client's eyes went wide as she approached their table. Tristan and Lyn had never seen her in person, so their shock at her outfit and aura of dominance were expected. For Penny, it probably had something to do with the fact her submissive dreams were about to come true.
"Hello my pets, it's good to see you are all here on time." Vieira favored all three of her clients with a smile. "Not everyone who contacts me gets this far. For some, it's only a fantasy." The Transformatrix pointed at the cable high overhead, strung between the buildings on opposite sides of the streets. "Do you see that Festival Light up there? The one with the cookies and snowballs pattern."
The trio looked at each other, confused, before nodding in unison. "She used to be a client of mine. Nice woman, though unfortunately obese due a lifetime of eating disorders. She had reductivism fantasies, though I never found out if they preceded or were the result of the binge eating. The woman came to me, begging me to make her smaller one bit at a time. This was back when I was first starting out, when I was still new at reading people. I worked her over for months. Diets, exercise routines, the whole works. After six months she'd dropped half her body weight and was fitter than she'd ever been in her life. It was then that I asked her if she still wanted to go smaller. Do you know what she told me?"
The trio shared another look before Penny ventured, "Yes?"
Vieira let her smile grow a little wider, remembering the look on her former client's face. "Yes, yes indeed. We started with arm removal first. A nice and easy d-cum procedure. There one second, gone the next. One minute she was perfectly capable, then next she's heavily dependent. Do you know what she said to me then?” The trio shook their heads. Vieira leaned in conspiratorially, as if about to impart some great secret. “She said, I want more."
Vieira let that sink in a moment before continuing. "I gave her more of course, but I made her work for it. She had to prove she was ready for the next level. Her legs went next, leaving her a helpless bed pet. She warmed by bed for a month, before I graduated her to a pot-girl. It took her another month to convince me to finish the process and turn her into a Festival Light. But first she had to endure the agony of waiting two months until the holiday rolled around. Now one half of her stays in the charging room each year, while the other is loaned out to my friend's porn studio. I was here when they swapped last year, and both lights were happier than they ever imagined." Vieira paused again, letting her eyes linger over each of her clients. "Now, do you know why I told you this story?"
"So we know what we're getting into?" Penny offered.
Vieira tisk tisked. "Penny, you've already seen this part, don't spoil it for the others." Gazing between Lyn and Tristan she added, "She is right though. I want you two to understand that once you surrender yourself to me, there is no going back. I will mold you, kicking and screaming if I must, into a being of your deepest, darkest sexual fetishes. Normally I do this over a period of months, but you two have paid handsomely for an express ticket to your perverted dreams. For you," she gestured at Tristan, "this is the ultimate slut, a non-stop taker of cocks and cum. By the time I’m done with your sex will be as natural and constant as breathing. Then I will sell you to someone who will use, abuse, and utterly control you. Perhaps multiple people, as it will take that many to satiate your needs.”
“As for you," Vieira's hand shifted to Lyn, "you are about to become little more than a pet, a living sex toy. I will break you down until your humanity is a distant dream and you are incapable of thinking enough to disobey an order. Your life will revolve around nothing more that fulfilling your Master or Mistress’ every need.”
Lyn was flushing heavily at this point, one of her hands adjusting her skirt under the table. Tristan was squirming likewise, trying to make the raging bulge in his pants more comfortable. It was time for Vieira to go in for the kill. Reaching into the breast pockets on her skirt, she retrieved three vials. Holding them up between her fingers, she waved the tiny glass cylinders before the mesmerized eyes of her clients. "These little vials are the first steps in your new lives. Each one will change you, utterly erasing the person you once were. No one will ever again call you Penny, Tristan, or Lyn. While I am transitioning you, you will be simply One, Two, and Three. Once you are complete, perhaps I will give you a new name. Perhaps not."
Vieira set the vials down on the table between her clients. "All you have to do is take the vial over to the changing stations over there." Vieira pointed to a line of booths spanning the brick wall of a nearby shop. "Step inside, drink the vial, and let your new life begin. Otherwise you can walk away, forfeiting your deposit. The choice is yours. The fantasy is over, now begins the reality."
Without hesitation, Penny snatched up a vial and sprinted toward the changing booths. Lyn took a bit longer, lingering over the two vials as she tried to determine which one to pick. A minute later she was gone, leaving the last member of the trio to make up his mind.
"What shall it be Tristan? This is a one time offer. If you walk away, you can never come back. You might find another Transformanatrix to change you, but they won't be me. Are you man enough to live out your fantasies?"
Vieira's goading did the trick. The older man collected his vial and strode off toward the changing rooms. Vieira waited until he was lost from sight before letting out a sigh. She'd know all three were ready to make the choice. Vieira was very selective with her clients, ensuring they were ready for her services. She'd yet to have one walk away, but that didn't diminish the relief that's she'd chosen correctly with this most recent batch.
Vieira spent the next few minutes reviewing he plans for the Festival while her clients changed. She'd already done extensive research on which vendors and exhibitions would be in attendance and which would be most suited for her client's interests.
Five minutes later, Penny was the first of the trio to return. Vieira wouldn't have recognized her if the woman wasn't wearing the same clothes. Penny's tanned skin had darkened to chocolate black and her hair had fallen out. The effect made her head look like a scrumptious piece of candy ready to be licked. Looking down, Vieira could see Penny's pants were bulging obscenely in the front. "Tell me One," she asked, emphasizing Penny's new designation, "how do you like your new appendage?"
"It felt really weird, having it flopping away down there. Now it's almost uncomfortable in my pants, like I can't get it to sit right."
"Don't worry, you won't be wearing those clothes for long. In this crowd, no one will blink at casual nudity." Vieira gestured at a passing couple, the man clad in sandals and a cock cage only, while his cockwoman wife led him around on a leash clad wearing in striped tights.
Turning back to the changing booths, Vieira spotting the door to the one Tristan had entered beginning to open. The woman who stepped out looked nothing like the man who had stepped in. She appeared to be the same age as Lyn, though the silvery hair remained. The woman's ample assets were barely contained by a partly buttoned dress shirt, the only clothing she was wearing.
Returning to the table Tristan, now Two, took a seat beside One. "When you said you were going to turn me into a slut, I didn't realize it was going to be so soon." she remarked.
"I didn't know who would pick which vial Two. Beside a minor random change, each vial contained a specific type of gender transformation. By the look of you, you were the one who received the full gender change vial. Congratulations, you can now have sex, get pregnant, give birth, and even breastfeed just like a normal woman."
"What about me?" One asked.
"You received the primary external gender change potion. Your vagina transformed into a dick, but you still have ovaries instead of testicles. You're an egg shooter and can get pregnant anyone with a womb and some sperm."
"Cool, I think. Laurie let me play with her strap-ons once. Do you think you'll let me try it out on a real person sometime?"
Vieira thought of a very special booth she would be bringing her assistant to later in the day. "Perhaps."
After another few minutes, right around the point Vieira was going to order One to go check on Lyn, the new Three finally appeared. She was much larger than before, having gained several inches of height and at least thirty pounds of muscle. Three's breasts had doubled in size, leaving her with solid D cups. She wasn't wearing any clothing, her only covering a thick coating of body hair. The bush between her legs was insufficient to conceal that Three's slit now ran almost all the way up to her belly button, leaking fluids down the woman's right leg. By the looks of it, she'd had at least one orgasm in the changing booth and hadn't bothered to clean up after.
"About time you joined us Three." Vieira remarked in slight disapproval. "Try not to take so long in future. We have a very busy schedule today to get everyone's changes is."
"Sorry Mistress Vieira, it won't happen again." Three's voice was now deep, with the huskiness of a lifetime smoker.
"See that it doesn't. As I was explaining to One and Two earlier, you received the secondary gender trait swap potion."
"If I received male secondary traits, then why did my breasts get bigger instead of smaller?"
"Possibly crossover with the random secondary transformation. I remember seeing genital enlargement as one of the options. Judging by your vagina, that's the option you received."
"My ass too. They had some toys in the changing booth and I was able to stick one the size of my arm into my rear hole. It doesn't really close now, unless I focus on it."
"Just one of the new things you're going to have to learn to live with. Now we must be off. Lots of things to do, people to transform."
The group didn't have far to go. One reason Vieira had picked this particular meeting location, in addition to her hanging former client, was that it was close to the first booth she wanted to visit. Booth, however, was an understated way to put it. The maze of shelves took up one side of the street for nearly a whole block. Shelves that were packed to bursting with what at first appeared to be a serial killer's delight. That or a build your own manikin store. Spare arms and legs were stacked like cords of wood, organized by size and skin tone. Heads were arranged like eggs in a carton. Smaller additions like extra nipples or dicks were stored in a bin.
"Welcome to Bits and Pieces." Vieira proclaimed. "The first step on the road to your new lives. The proprietress is an old friend, so while I'm catching up I'll leave you each to a little shopping. I won't always give you a choice, so think of this as an opportunity to impress me with your ingenuity. Let's see…" Vieira spun the little stone on her necklace, reading the runes. "Two. Yes, best not to go overboard so soon. Each of you is to pick two additions to be added to your body. Let's say…one conventional and one exotic. I'll leave it up to you to determine what I mean by each. You have ten minutes to make your choices, then I expect to see you up front by the register." Vieira was about to step away when she paused. "Oh, and items that usually come in pairs, such as legs or breasts, only count as one item." With that Vieira strode off between the shelves, leaving her stunned clients behind.
Reaching the other end of the booth, Vieira called, "Sylvia!"
The woman behind the counter looked up and smiled. Apart from her hair, which was a metallic silver nearly as long as the Transformanatrix's, she looked entirely human. "Mistress Vieira, I was hoping you would stop by."
"I promised I would. The first stop in fact." the Transformanatrix replied, giving her friend a hug. "How goes the turning people into disembodied body parts business?"
"Shockingly well. Who knew there were so many people out there obsessed with one part of their bodies that they'd want to become multiple copies of it? I have to keep turning away people who want to become legs, and the only reason I can keep up with the breast turnover is due to high demand."
"See, I told you so. Who knew some throwaway advice would turn into your own successful business?"
Sylvia rolled her eyes. "The money you invested didn't hurt either."
"I simply chose to wisely spend the money from a big job. Who was I to know it was actually the inheritance your deadbeat brother had stolen from you?"
"Speaking of Benny, how is my ass of my brother doing these days?"
Vieira smiled, "He wanted to be the big dog, the alpha of the pack. Now she is, hugely pregnant and screwed daily by the members of her harem."
"Serves the bitch right. Especially with what Benny was initially going to pay you to do…"
The women caught up for several more minutes while Vieira's clients shopped. At one minute till, the Transformanatrix let out a piercing whistle. As if summoned, the trio arrived at the register with seconds to spare.
"Going up in order is easiest. One we'll start with you."
One stepped forward. She had a pair of forearms clamped under one elbow, and was struggling to contain a huge wig of hair. "I thought having more hands to serve you Mistress would be…well, handy."
When Vieira looked confused, Sylvia explained, "She's selected one of my animate wigs. Unlike most of my other pieces, they retain some of the personality and mobility of their originator. It's like trying to control a small child to get them to do what you want."
"We'll see if my new assistant is up to the challenge."
Sylvia took the wig from One, fluffing out some of the strands. The hair was bubblegum pink and would fall in thick curls below One's butt. Sylvia flipped the wig around so the cap interior was visible, gave it a quick spray from a bottle on the register, and moved behind One to align the wig on her head. "Ooh, that tickles”, the chocolate skinned woman squealed as Sylvia made a few last minute adjustments.
"That just means the bonding process is working. Is there a particular spot you want these?" the proprietress asked, holding up one of the forearms One had brought over.
"Can you attach it to my elbow facing the opposite direction? That way I can reach things behind me."
"I can, but the shirt needs to come off."
"And will stay off." Vieira ordered as Sylvia sprayed one of the extra limbs and aligned it with One's elbow. "Once your old clothes come off, they can only be replaced with what I allow you to wear. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress." all three pets replied in unison.
"Good, now let's see what Two brought back."
Two stepped forward and set a shopping bag down on the counter. Out of it she pulled two melon sized spheres that were flattened on one side, along with a trio of foot long protuberances that looked like pink taffy.
"Extra breasts. Why am I not surprised Two?"
"Because you know me so well Mistress?"
"Now, what do we have here?" Vieira asked, picking up one of the strips of pink flesh.
"It’s a tongue." Sylvia explained, having finished attaching One's other forearm. "Believe it or not, I actually found someone who wanted to become a barrel of them. I think he used to be a pick up artist, was always bragging about how sharp his tongue was."
"Tongues…now that's more what I meant by exotic. Where were you thinking of putting these Two?"
"A second for my mouth Mistress, with the others in my pussy and ass respectively."
"All you have to do is push them inside and the tongues should anchor themselves. I'm going to need you to lie back on this bench for the breasts, to ensure I align them properly."
While Sylvia attached Two's additional breasts just below her initial pair, Vieira had fun sliding Two's new tongues into her. The transformation seemed to affect Two's other mouth tongue as well, so when they were finished the sexy woman was about to extend four tongues nearly a foot from her body.
"And last but not least, we have Three. What did you choose, my pet?"
Three set a small vial of glowing blue liquid on the counter, followed by a pair of vaginas. The fleshy slits were small, thin strips, almost looking like perverted cookies.
Sylvia's eyes lit up when she saw the vial. "Ooh, I was wondering when someone would pick up that little item."
"What is it?" Vieira asked, picking up the vial and giving it a little shake to watch the liquid within swirl.
"It's actually from an alchemist friend of mine. It causes the drinker's bodily fluids to glow that color."
"Simple, yet exotic. Perfect."
"Where do you want these?" Sylvia asked, picking up one of the vagina slices.
"Over my nipples. That should provide the most access." was Three's reply.
Sylvia bid Three to lay back on the bench for alignment. As she sat up Three pushed a finger inside, finding her new openings far deeper than she expected. Withdrawing the finger, Three found it coated in a goo with a faint bluish luminescence.
"Excellent work as always Sylvia. I trust you can bill these all to my account? With a 10% tip for personal services."
Sylvia bowed. "A pleasure working with you as always Mistress Vieira. If you ever decide to lay down your convictions and transform yourself, I hope I'll be
your first call."
With that Vieira shepherded her clients out of the shop and toward their next destination. The group got a few strange looks along that way, but that was more due to Three continued fingering of herself and One's hair playing with her body than the fact Vieira was being trailed by three nearly naked figures.
The second stop of Vieira's schedule was Skin of the Cat, a shop that specialized in bodysuits. Vieira had never done business here before, but the online reviews had been very favorable. Due to the name, Vieira was surprised when an anthro dog approached her upon entering the booth. "Good afternoon, how may I assist you today?"
The woman's form had the figure of a human with the skin tone of a Dalmatian. Short white fur covered in the occasional black spot covered her from head to toe. Additional canine features expressed themselves in the long black nails and pink pads on her paws. The woman's face stained to contain big blue eyes and a flatted, black tipped nose. Her hair was jet black and should length, curling to frame a face flanked by two large, triangular ears.
"Good afternoon to you as well." Mistress Vieira replied. "I'm here to buy some bodysuits for my clients." She gestured to One, Two, and Three, who had bunched up at the entrance to the booth.
"Please, come in and look around. Let me know if you have any questions." The saleswoman gestured to the racks that ran along the edges of her booth.
"I'm sure I'll have a few in a moment." Turning back to her charges, Vieira ordered, "Your new task is to pick a bodysuit I'll find fitting. The…" Vieira consulted her die, "two choice I like the most will get the transformation. Now go, you have five minutes."
As the trio dashed into the shelves, Vieira turned into the saleswoman. "Mistress Vieira, Transformanatrix." she said in greeting, sliding over both a business and credit card.
"Catrika Costa, owner of Skin of the Cat."
"Ah, that's where the name comes from."
Catrika nodded. "It confuses a lot of people. But I've always liked dogs more than cats and there are benefits to being a sexy bitch." Catrika patted her chest, where four pairs of breasts sat cradled in a web of leather straps. "Less people ask when my younger sister works the booth. She's an anthro snow leopard."
"I see. While we wait for my clients to make their decisions, why don't you tell me about your suits?"
Catrika led Vieira over to the nearest rack. The suits looked like latex, imprinted with different patterns. Catrika pulled out the arm of one suit, which was white with black marking that looked like tiny feathers.
"We use a D-cum infused synthetic polymer." Catrika explained. "It's activated by body heat and oils when worn, so it's safe to handle and transport. When I first started I used to design the bodysuits more like fursuits, which allowed for a more exact change. These catsuits are easier to mass produce and created themed changes, not identical ones. If you put on this suit, you could end up with arm wings or back wings, feathers in strategic areas or over your entire body…you get the idea."
Catrika went one explaining the features of her suits until time was up. The trio of clients returned to the register, eager to see if their selection met Mistress Vieira's approval. One had selected a grey suit with fins that brought to mind a dolphin or shark. Two's suit was a metallic gold, decorated with scales. Three's suit was striped like a tiger, only purple instead of orange.
"Hmm." Vieira pondered as she strode back and forth before her hopeful clients. Three's costume was a definite, it would reinforce the pet vibe she was trying to instill. As for the other two…Vieira's finally decided that the gold fit Two better.
"Two, Three, congratulations. Head over to the changing booths and put on your suits. One, return yours to the rack." Two and Three rushed off, while One dejectedly turned to put her suit back. Vieira leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Do not fret little one. The day is young and there will be plenty of other opportunities to change. Next time it might be Two or Three who goes without." Nodding, One walked away with a little more confidence in her steps.
"You provide a very odd service." Catrika remarked as she processed Vieira's payment.
Vieira flashed her white teeth. "It's the best job in the world. I get paid well to help people unlock their inner desires. Very, very well."
By the time the payment was finished, Two and Three had returned. Two was now covered from head to toe in metallic gold scales. Her hair was gone, replaced with bony ridges that ran from widow's peak to the back of her neck. Two's nails had grown into claws and a two foot tail hung from her backside.
Likewise, Three was coated in thick white, black, and purple fur. Like Catrika she had paw hands and eight breasts on her chest, though she lacked the owner's thick fluffy tail. As Three massaged one of her new breasts, Vieira could see it also had the hidden vagina from her upper pair.
Vieira looked from the anthro reptile to the anthro tiger and smiled. "Very nice. But we're just getting started. Come along you three." Waving goodbye as Catrika, the group left the shop.
The next shop was several blocks over and Vieira had a special stop planned along the way. Each year the Festival put on a themed art exhibition. This year it was the anticipation of transformation.
Walking into the art tent, the first display was a vat of d-cum the size of a bath-tub. Hanging above it, suspended by ropes that wrapped around her body in intricate patterns, was a young woman. A blindfold robbed her of sight, while thick earmuffs cut out all sound. By the buzzing of the wand strapped to her crotch, the woman was trapped in her own little world, unable to know when the big moment would occur.
The display next to that was set up like a dunk tank. This time it was a young man who sat on the board, blind and deaf like his companion. There was a pitching machine with a sign next to it, explaining that every ten minutes a ball would shoot out. The machine was gimbaled, randomizing where the shot would hit. In addition to the large button that would dunk the man into the pool of liquid below, there were several smaller targets that would dump different transformative elixirs in there with him.
The third display contained a pitcher plant that nearly reached the ceiling. By the way the central stalk was moving, there was already a victim inside squirming in anticipation.
The one after that had a man strapped to a medical style chair. His head was trapped in a rubber ball with hoses, robbing his senses and any clue about what was happening inside. A milking device had been strapped to the man's penis and a large plug disappeared into his backside. Both were active, as were the tiny e-stim devices over his nipples.
Beside the man, a display proclaimed:
Time to transformation 6 minutes 23 seconds.
Number of times delayed: 5
Number of minutes added to the transformation clock by the next orgasm delay: 15
Note: Each orgasm delays the transformation by 20 minutes, minus the number of previous delays.
Ingenious, Vieira thought as the man came, increasing the clock to 20 minutes 45 seconds. She'd have to try and incorporate a similar game in the future.
After that the group reached the far wall of the tent. Running down the entire length were two dozen vertical glass tubes large enough to hold a person. Only a quarter were occupied at the moment, the naked humans inside doing everything they could to drive themselves to sexual heights. A sign at the end explained that the tubes sealed on entry and at midnight would transform the occupant based on the number of orgasms they'd had while inside.
Finally, after looping back around the displays Vieira found the exhibit she was looking for. It was a hollow glass cube around ten feet a side. Inside several misshapen figures fucked with wild abandon. They appeared to be random collections of body parts rather than people and Vieira smiled, remembering the trio before they came to her into her clutches. Now they were a collective of swappable body parts, detachable pieces connected by a network of dicks and pussies.
Right now they were making a wobbly H double penetration. The figure on the left had two heads where the arms should be and was rocking back and forth on a trio of legs. The one in the middle was headless, playing with itself using four arms as it was fucked from both sides. The last figure was quadruped, lunging in and out to bury the middle figure inside the giant pussy where its head should be.
Vieira's brows crinkled in confusion. She'd missed it at first due to all the miscellaneous body parts strewn around the cube, but there were four heads in there. Two on the bipedal figure, one at the crotch of the quadruped, and as Vieira watched the quadruped pull back she saw a fourth on the figure between them.
"Mistress Vieira!" one of the arm heads called, and instantly all three figures were pressed up against the glass.
"Hello again M,N, and O. It seems you've found a friend."
The woman in the middle with arms for legs blushed. "I'm P. Or at least I will be when the potion finishes taking effect. Right now only certain parts come off." She gestured at her lower arms, which were located where he legs should have been..
Turning back to her charges Mistress Vieira said, "One, Two, Three, I'd like you to meet M, N, O, and P. The first three used to be like you. Once they were ordinary humans, now they are very in demand as…entertainers for special parties."
"That's where we met P." The quadruped O explained. "She'd been at several of our parties and had a great time, so when we got the invitation to join this exhibit we all knew instantly who to call."
"We're looking forward to the extra parts." added M. "I've already been thinking up new combinations."
"Be sure to send me a video when you do. You three make great marketing material. P, I hope you have a lovely time in their company."
"Oh, I plan to." Absently, the transforming woman massaged her chest. "I think my breasts are beginning to loosen. Any idea what we should replace them with?"
As the cubed group fell into discussion, Vieira gestured her charges away. As fun a distraction as the detour had been, they still had a very busy afternoon. Passing by a woman trapped in a glass coffin with dozens of dakini worms, her orifices blocked with slowly melting plugs, the group exited the tent to return to the sunshine outside.
As they approached their next destination, Vieira and her pets had to fight their way through ever thickening crowds. When they arrived, they found a combination eating establishment and transformation store. On the food side was a fifteen foot long stage behind a wall of clear Plexiglas. A dozen figures stood behind it, bound into bondage frames. In fact as they arrived one of the rubber catsuited, busty waitresses was guiding a cowgirl along the stage to an open spot. After buckling the cowgirl into a padded bench, the waitress attached milking pumps to all four teats on the woman's udder. Two more locked into place over nipples the size of thumbs. The cowgirl shuddered in pleasure as the pumps turned on and white liquid slowly crept down the attached tubes. The tubes ran down to the floor, under the stage, and out to one of the drink dispenser machines. Each machine was numbered to the corresponding subject or subjects on the stage.
Stepping around a Freyan cockwoman remarking that the cum she'd just
received was the sweetest she'd had in a while, Vieira strode toward the shop half of the booth. Another catsuit clad waitress was standing there, her third breast straining the structural integrity of her outfit. "Welcome to Flood of Fluids. Can I take you order?"
"Actually, I have an appointment to use your Infuser?"
The waitress' eyes went wide. "Oh, Mistress Vieira. Pardon me, I should have recognized you. Owner's description was very precise. If you'll follow me." She beckoned and the Transformanatrix followed. "I'm afraid we only have two machines available at the moment." the waitress continued, looking back at the trio following Vieira. "Milk and Cum are ready for your use, but I'm afraid we still have someone in the Juicer. And of course Specialty Fluids is down again." The waitress rolled her eyes. "Someone tried to do honey and it clogged all the pipes."
The waitress led Vieira to the far side of the booth from the stage. This end also had a plexiglass wall, but instead of a stage there were four glass tubes like they'd seen back in the art exhibit. The one on the far right was empty, with an out of order sign taped to the front. The one on the far left was full to the brim with a neon blue liquid.
"Alright pets, let us see which ones of you get to use the milking machines." Mistress Vieira spun her die. "Hmm, Two and Three again."
"Dibs on milk!" Two exclaimed. When everyone looked at her Two blushed, her cheeks darkening to burnished copper. "If…if that's alright you with Mistress."
Vieira's eyes flicked over to her tiger striped charge. "Three?"
"I have no issue with it Mistress. If I'd been a little faster, I would have claimed cum."
"Then it's settled." Vieira read the name tattooed on the waitress's center breast, clearly visible due to the transicity of her catsuit. "Titula, if you would?"
While she went to work preparing Two and Three for the Infusion process, Titula explained what would happen. Large plugs were inserted vaginally and anally, designed to pump special transformative liquid deep into each subject's body. A gag strapped to each face was designed for the same purpose, with the addition of air lines so the subject didn't drown. When Two and Three were ensconced in their respective tubes, the door were shut and a slowly rising level of white liquid pumped in. When both subjects were hidden from view, Titula turned to Vieira. "It should take about thirty minutes for them to soak up enough of the fluid. Longer if you want their capacity to increase."
"I'll be back in an hour then. Come along One."
"Don't forget to grab a complimentary drink on the way out." Titula called as the pair left.
"Don't fret pet." Vieira said when she saw the disappointed look on One's face. "With the others out of the way, I have you all to myself. I wonder what interesting transformations I can come up with in the meantime." Vieira handed an empty plastic cup over to One. "But first, I think I'll take our three breasted friend up on her offer."
There were a dozen different drink dispensers to choose from. Vieira was tempted to fill her glass from the one labeled cum-beer. On the stage behind it a cockwoman had half her body encased in a milker, her balls nearly larger than Vieira. If she was reading the tattoo right, the beer was genuine Morberg. However, Vieira decided she'd leave the alcohol to later tonight, when the job was over.
One had taken her cup and stopped halfway down the stage. Her eyes flicked back and forth between a pair of twins, identical save for their hair colors. Each one possessed skin nearly as dark as the stained wooden boards of the stage. Both had two pairs of breasts on their chests, each as large as a watermelon. Looking closer, One could see the one with crimson hair had a fifth milker attached to the dick at her crotch, while the one with pale blue hair only had another dildo driving her towards orgasm. Appropriately, the two machines they were feeding into were labeled Hot Chocolate and Ice Chocolate.
"Are you feeling something hot, One? Or something cold?"
The young woman jumped at Vieira's voice behind her. "I don't know Mistress. I can't decide Mistress."
"How about this. You go for hot, I'll go for cold, and we can share."
One's eyes went wide. "Really Mistress?"
Vieira nodded and One placed her cup on Hot Chocolate's dispenser. The four breasted woman moaned in orgasm as the machine ramped up its efforts to fill One's cup. Beside her twin, Ice Chocolate was in a similar predicament as Vieira filled her cup.
"Ah, the perfect amount of sweet and bitter. How is yours One?" Vieira asked.
"It's a little spicy Mistress, but I like it."
Taking her assistant to be by the arm, Vieira guided One through the crowd. "If you see something you like stop me, and we'll go in for a closer look."
They passed by booths selling edible sex toys, outfits for people of unusual body shapes, even special sweaters to keep Festival Lights warm in the winter. Finally One called out, "Mistress, can we please look over there?"
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To find out what One saw, tune in next week for the conclusion of the Festival of Lights 3 story.
