Chapter 17

            I breached the surface like a dolphin, nearly flying out of the water completely before falling back to float on my back.  A few feet away Elizabeth surfaced, abet in a much less spectacular fashion.

            "That was…wow." was all the blonde could say.  Slowly I nodded, my eyes still on the few tiny clouds in the otherwise beautiful blue sky.

            The day of the high summer party had finally arrived and the weather couldn't have been more perfect.  Warm but not hot, sunny but not scalding, and with just a touch of a breeze to blow away any errant moisture.  I'll admit I'd been growing more and more nervous as the day arrived.  In a way it was funny, I was more concerned about being seen with Elizabeth in public than being practically naked in public.  I shouldn't have been either, seeing as there were plenty of couples of all gender combinations getting their sexy on throughout the party.  And with weather this good, no one wanted to be burdened by clothes.

            "Race you back to shore!" Elizabeth exclaimed from beside me before flipping over and shooting off with long strokes.  Another funny point.  I'd practically had to drag the blonde into the lake when we first got here.  I had to promise to do all sorts of unspeakably sexy things with her under the surface.  But now, Elizabeth had taken to the lake…if you don't mind an overused cliché, like a fish to water.

            As I spun about to follow my girlfriend back to the beach, my mind flashed back to some of the things we'd gotten up to under the water.  Of course the first thing Katie did was lock my legs together into a mermaid tail.  I kept feeling like I was going to drown, but the size of the flukes meant every swish of my tail shot me through the water.  After reached the middle of the lake Elizabeth and I experimented with the best position for a mermaid to have sex in.  Katie helpfully ran snorkels up to the surface for us, so we could breathe and fuck at the same time.

            Then Elizabeth got the bright idea to explore the depths of the lake.  She whispered her plan in Katie's ear (my crotch in this instance).  A moment later I found Elizabeth squished tightly to my chest as Katie fully engulfed us both.  A clear rubber bubble formed around my head and a second around Elizabeth's.  Our bodies were surrounding in thick rubber shaped like a submersible.  Craning my head around, I could see huge sacs on my back, each one pulsing gently with the air we needed to breathe.

            Elizabeth and I were helpless as my outfit took us on a scenic tour of the bottom of the lake.  When we got deep enough that the sun high above had difficulty penetrating, some type of bioluminescent lights snapped on.  They seemed to come from Elizabeth's breasts and shone in multiple directions with a strangely greenish light.

            I had a hard time focusing on the world outside my little bubble, as Katie was playing havoc with my body the entire time.  Huge tendrils twisted and writhed inside my lower holes, while unseen mouths sucked on my nipples and clit.  I must have cum at least three times, narrowly beating my closely bound lover.

            By the gurgling of our stomachs, our air supply wasn't the only thing running low.  Reluctantly Katie had driven us back to the surface, which brought me back to the present.

            Even with my tail, my pause of reflection was enough of a delay for Elizabeth to narrowly beat me back to shore.  She stood there smiling, shaking the water out her hair in a way that made all six breasts wobble adorably.  After Katie unbound my legs and I was able to stand, Elizabeth gave me a long kiss on the lips.  Breaking it, she gave me a joking smile.  "Slowpoke."

            "What can I say, I was still recovering from that extra orgasm." I taunted back.

            "You'll be making that up to me later."  Another gurgle from our stomachs cut off whatever else Elizabeth was going to add.  "But first, food."

            "Agreed."

            The line for food wasn't long, as we spent the time talking with a headless and grossly pregnant woman who worked for the Living Transformation Applications branch.  Using the lips that stretched the length of her swollen belly, the woman told us she was a living incubator for several of the creatures they were breeding for sale.

            Beside the woman was her husband, who looked completely normal save for the vagina replacing his balls.  "Some of things my wife carries don't interact well with extra cum, so the change was a necessity.  However I can pull fluids up through my vagina and ejaculate them, which has some fun uses apart from knocking my wife up for her next batch of products."  I made a mental note to never use anything from the fridge if I ever visited the couple's house.

            Eventually we reached the front of the line.  I got a boob burger from the non-gender determinate individual with eight tentacle arms manning the grill, while Elizabeth went with two cock dogs.  The condiment bottles were all shaped like Freyan Cockwomen and we shared a chuckle as we squeezed out our respective toppings.  A handful of chips, a slice of watermelon, and I was ready to find a place to sit and eat. I spotted Arthur and Chier lounging further down the beach and made my way toward them, Elizabeth trailing right behind.

            As we drew closer, I caught the end of the story the woman lounging beside Chier was telling.

            "And that's how we came to work for Crimson Moon alchemy labs." the woman explained.  "When they offered to write off the cost of my transformation as a signing bonus, I jumped at the chance.  Do you have any idea how much quality work like this costs?"

            As I sat down beside Arthur, I had to admit the woman had certainly undergone an extensive transformation.  She looked more like a cockwoman than a human, only with dozens of breasts encircling her upper torso instead of a dick and balls.  The woman lacked arms, but had two extra legs that created an odd symmetry.  The woman's skin was the color of the sky above, with darker blue fur patches encircling her breasts and the sphincter where her neck used to be.

            "That certainly is a unique transformation." Elizabeth said as she sat down on my other side.  "Who came up with it?"

            Even without lips, I could sense a smug grin from the transformee.  "It's kind of a long story.  My then boyfriend and I had a bet…and we kind of let things get out of hand."

            "You let your ex transform you?" I asked around a mouthful of watermelon.

            "No, I won the bet and transformed him.  Then I realized I was winner, so why did he-now she, get all the fun.  Isn't the right dear?"

            From the other side of the transformed woman, a large figure rose up.  It was serpentine in shape, with dozens of rows of vagina topped breasts running down the woman's torso.  She had a cobra hood framing a face that was equal parts beautiful woman and snake.  "I've certainly never regretted it.  I don't think we've been introduced.  "I'm Cobalt Blu, and this is my wife Symmetra."  An arm suddenly appeared from a concealed sphincter on Cobalt's back and she held it out to shake. I set my burger down and wiped off my hands in order not to get ketchup on the hard nails that tipped Cobalt's three fingers.

            "Cobalt and Symmetra only joined the company two years ago." Chier explained before waving with her foot for Arthur to feed her another grape.  "We were comparing the onboarding process."

            "If I'd know they were willing to shell out for huge transformations to entice new hires, I would have asked for a bigger signing bonus." I joked as I picked my burger back up.

            "I'm sure they wrote it off as a business expense." Cobalt said, stealing one of my
chips.  "After all, they do play a role in our careers.  I design custom transformations for the special projects branch.  Whenever a client asks for a demonstration of my skills, I only have to point at myself."

            "And I work with Chier in inhuman resources." Symmetra added, picking up where her wife left off.  "I get paid to come up with all kinds of transformation games and events…which is the best job in the world by the way…and the story of how I ended up this way is a real icebreaker with clients."

            I had just finished my burger when Chelsea came up to our group in a sprint.  "There you are Becca, I've been looking all over for you."

            Glancing around at my companions, I remarked, "In this crowd I don't really stand out.  How are you enjoying the party Chelsea?"

            "It's been great so far.  I haven't been in the lake much, been too busy with the games.  Speaking of which, I'm here to grab you for the tug of war."

            I looked down at myself.  "I don't know why you'd want me Chelsea.  I barely break one ten soaking wet."

            "I was thinking a bit more than soaking…"  Leaning in Chelsea whispered her plan in my ear.  When she was done, I couldn't help but grin.

Chapter 19

            "The next change is not for the faint of heart." Dr. Long said as the gender flipped couple left the stage.  "It involves D-cum is a very raw and very powerful form.  I'm not even certain how you'll end up, but we did add a little bit that will keep you sentient and functional."  He chuckled.   "We don't want to accidentally lose a great employee now, do we?  But it is practically guaranteed you'll end up part giant genitals.  Exactly what kind will be driven by the depths of your dirty mind.  By the way some of you are salivating that was probably more of a turn on that turn off, but don't say I didn't warn you.  Here we go, our next winner is…"

            The woman who came onstage had the solid frame of someone from the northern mountains.  Thick arms, thick legs, and only a moderate amount of curves.  Her main concession to femininity was a bountiful mass of white blonde hair, which could have made wigs for three normal women.

            "Ms. Bratton, I'm not surprised to see you up here for this." Dr. Long said as Ms. Baker handed over the transformation potion.

            "You know me Chief." the large woman rumbled.  "A huge chunk of my family is from the Realm.  It was good odds I was going to end up a giant pile of genitals at some point.  This opportunity is just coming along earlier than I expected."  Ms. Bratton upended the vial and drank down the contents.

            Immediately, Ms. Bratton's hands flew to her breasts.  "Ooh, felt that.  It looks like I might be finally getting a visit from the boob demon."

            Ms. Bratton was right, but I don't think anyone expected how right.  Her breasts, which only looked small due to her large frame, began to swell larger and larger.  After the first minute they were foot diameter spheres worthy of a porn star.  By minute two their mass had increased by a factor of eight as each sphere grew to over two feet in diameter.  At the three minute mark it was difficult to see any of Ms. Bratton's upper torso her breasts were so large.  It should have been crushing to have breasts that size, but Ms. Bratton had the opposite problem.  They almost seemed to be lifting her off the ground.

            When her breasts stopped growing at around minute four, it became clear that breast was the wrong descriptor.  They seemed more like giant helium balloons, perfectly spherical and now so buoyant that Ms. Bratton's feet did leave the ground.

            In a way that was a good thing, as the rest of the woman's body was now changing.  Her arms melded into her shoulder and her legs grew together, leaving Ms. Bratton with a body that was a giant cylinder of flesh.  Correction, a giant dick.  That became more obvious when her feet reformed into a glans.

            While these changes were finalizing, Ms. Bratton's skin began to change color.  Shades of light blue and grey appeared, giving the transformee a camo pattern.  Strangely enough, the one part of Ms. Bratton's body that didn't change was her hair.  It hung down from where her head had been, flowing downward like a tail.

            "Ms. Bratton, are you still with us?" Dr. Long asked as the changes seemed to stop."

            An eye right above the five foot long dick's glans opened and blinked a few times.  "I'm here.  Everything is just so radically different that it's hard to think straight.  Nothing's in the right place, if you know what I mean."

            "You're talking to a man with three heads, one on the end of each of his dicks.  I assure you I do understand the disorientation, though my changes weren't as radical, let alone all at once.

            "Can…can I see what I look like now?"

            "Certainly.  Ms. Baker, can you help me with this mirror?"

            Together, the pair wheeled out a large, free standing mirror for Ms. Baker to examine her radically changed self in.  She reminded me of a Garn Cockwoman, modified to be more like an airship than bird.  A pair of four foot diameter spheres supported the base of the five foot long cock that was Ms. Bratton's new body.  Lifting the hair that was now the transformee's tail, Dr. Long showed that nothing remained of the former woman's face but a large sphincter at the end of her phallic body.

            "I have some cousins in Garn, they're going to flip when they seem me." Ms. Bratton said as she examined herself in the mirror.  "It's going to be a blast hanging out with them in the air, though I seem to be a bit more of a floater than a flier."

            "I'm sure you'll get the hang of moving in no time.  And with this change I might move you onto the Gilded Cage project.  Having someone who can demonstrate some of the mounting stands will be useful."

            Dr. Long continued talking with Ms. Bratton as he helped the transformee float offstage, but it was too low for me to hear.

            While we waited for Dr. Long to return Arthur asked, "Do you wish your change was more like that Chier?  Being able to fly everywhere?"

            "I have more than enough difficulty navigating in two directions, I'd die in three." his lover joked back.  "Although, her body does give me some ideas.  With enough rope to rig me up, we could probably produce a similar result…"

            "Oh, get a room you two." Elizabeth said, sticking her tongue out in their direction.

            "We already have one." Chier replied smugly.  "I knew how horny this event would make me.  So we rented a place for the afterparty and invited the Blus.  You two are welcome as well."

            I tried to image three large, cocklike bodies lumped together in an orgy, with Arthur providing support to whoever needed it most.  Somehow, I figured I'd get squished to death somewhere along the line.  "I think I'll pass." I told them, before looking over at Elizabeth.  "I think we'd like some private time tonight."  The blonde nodded in agreement.

            "Your loss."  If Chier still had a face, she'd be sticking her tongue out at me.  "Don’t worry, I'll give you all the gooey details come Monday anyway.”

            "Dr. Long is coming back." Arthur noted, finally interjecting himself into the conversation.  "Let's see what the next transformation will be."

Oh wow this mermaid part is going to be awesome judging from the "slideshow". Can't wait!

Chapter 21

            "Alright folks, we've reached our last prize for the evening.  You know what that means…" Dr. Long called as he retook center stage.

            From around me came shouts of "Grand Prize" and "Bring her out".  I gave Elizabeth a questioning look, unsure of the "her" they were referring to.

            "I see a few puzzled faces in the crowd, so let me explain for our new hires.  When I first  started hosting the High Summer Parties as the P&C division chief six years ago, I was looking for something big to close out the prizes with.  At the time one of my kids was home for the summer from college.  My entire family is a huge fan of alchemy and he suggested using one of them for the grand prize.  And thus a tradition was born.  That year and every since one of my kids has been transformed as part of the grand prize.  This year, my daughter Reita won the opportunity.  Please welcome her out to the stage."

            The crowd cheered as a blonde woman in her mid-twenties strode down the side of the stage toward her father. "Hi daddy." she said, before kissing all three of his heads.  "I'm so excited for what's to come."  Reita turned to face the crowd.  "Like daddy said, getting transformed at the annual picnic has become a tradition in my family.  In fact I think I see my older sister Nyla, who transformed last year, out there in the crowd."

            There was a loud bark from further down the hill.  From where we were sitting I could see the back of what appeared to be a large, oddly proportioned dog.  It's owner was snuggled up against it, one arm around Nyla's shoulder.

            "I'll take that as a glowing endorsement." Reita said to laughs from the crowd.  "But before we get things started, I need someone to win me.  Carol, if you please?"

            Ms. Baker torqued up the spinner to thoroughly mix the tickets inside.  The whole hill was so quiet you could head a bead of bodily fluids drop as the blonde reached into the pile of tickets.  Reita pulled one out, smiling widely as she read the number.

            There was a loud "YES!" and several appreciative cheers.  A moment later the winner took the stage.  She looked similar enough to be Reita's sister and the prize-to-be squealed when she saw her.  "Kylee!"

            Kylee had to brace herself as Reita practically jumped on her.  "I can't believe that you're my winner."

            "If someone had to win you, I think your childhood best friend is a good option."

            "You bet.  We're going to have so much fun together."  Reita turn to her father.  "Daddy, can we get started now?"

            "Sure pumpkin."  Ms. Baker came over and gave Rita a vial.  The blonde looked at it for a moment before walking over and kissing Kylee right on the lips.  Breaking away from her surprised counterpart, Reita said, "I've always wanted to do that.  Now I'm ready."  With that, Reita upended the vial and drank down every last drop of the potion inside.

            The changes were immediate.  Reita's limbs sank in on themselves while her torso inflated.  What little body hair the blonde possessed fell way and all body features blurred away to nothing.  A minute later, the crowd was left staring at a giant egg where the excited woman had once stood.  It was over three feet in the longest direction and covered in shiny silver scales.  The gaps between the scales were filled with a bright gold that matched the shed strands of hair now surrounding the egg like a nest.

            "She's an…egg?" Kylee said slowly, circling her transformed friend.  "What am I supposed to do with an egg?"

            "By itself, nothing.  But by nurturing it and letting it hatch, you get whatever's lurking inside." Dr. Long explained.

            Kylee gave the egg another circle.  "Fair enough, but how do I get it to hatch?"

            Dr. Long chuckled.  "Like how all egg laying species gestate their young.  You have to sit on it and keep it warm."

            Kylee looked doubtful, but she did as the P&C director suggested.  She straddled the egg, slowly lowering herself down until it was clear the orb would hold her weight.  "Ok, now what?"  Dr. Long shot her a trio of looks that said to be patient.

            It took a good two minutes for something to happen.  "Hey, what…" Kylee called as her butt started sinking into the egg.  The entire mass seemed to become a living liquid, wrapping around Kylee's limbs.  The blond barely had time for a startled cry before her head was engulfed as well.

            The crowd sat there flabbergasted as the silvery metal of the egg reformed around Kylee.  When it stopped, the woman was encased from helmet to booted feet in intricately designed full plate.  The armor had a bird theme, with winged pauldrons and an avian beak and crest.  The boots were more like oversized talons, each ending in three claws.

            "Kylee, are you alright in there?" Dr. Long asked.

            "I'm fine, just a bit shocked." the woman replied.  The beak of her helmet remain frozen half open, but Kylee's word came out clearly.  The armored woman held up one of her arms experimentally, running a finger of the opposite hand down the intricate golden edging and scrollwork that decorated the shiny silver metal.  Kylee looked up, taking in her reflection in the mirror with black orbs the size of fists.  "This is so weird.  It looks like I'm wearing armor, but I can feel it like it's my own skin."

            "That's because it is your skin, though it's resilient enough you'll never need to worry about clothes.  My little Reita loved her history, especially the outfits worn by the warriors of ancient times.  I must say, her idea came out much better than I hoped.  I can't wait until you try out the other mode."

            "What other mode?" Kylee began, but before she could finish her body was already changing.  The armor of her upper torso unfolded and leaned forward.  This exposed Kylee's torso and head, which were now just as silvery and gold inscribed at her armor.  The woman's head was a blank sphere with no traces of any features.

            The armor that had formerly been wrapped around Kylee's torso reconfigured itself pointing outward.  Her legs shifted, the taloned toes growing longer while the muscular legs reconfigured into a digitigrade position.  The end result was the appearance of a silvery skinned woman sitting astride her metal bird-like mount.

            "What is one of the greats knights of old without her steed?" Dr. Long remarked.  "Reita thought this was the best way to combine her passions of history and horseback riding.  Also, this way the mount doesn't get left behind when the its rider needs to go inside."

            "She's still in me, controlling my legs." Kylee said as her body took a few drunken steps forward.

            "Once she gets used to her new condition, Reita should be able to run at speeds approaching forty miles per hour.  You'll never need a car again except for the trunk space."

            "That's cool…oooh.  She's licking my….oooohhh.  Stop that Reita, I'm going to cum on…aaaah."

            All three of Dr. Long's faces beamed.  "You'll find that Reita is your mount in more ways than one.  She's perfectly capable and very willing to provide all kinds of pleasure to her mistress."

            "If she doesn't take us somewhere more private stat, her new mistress if going to make a fool of herself onstage."

            It might have been a trick of the light, but I swear the bird's beak shifted into a smile as the forward mount lifted up to engulf Kylee back into her full plate form.  "Much better." Kylee said, relieved.  A second later she let out a cry.  "Demons, now she's after my nipples."

            "Don't you go getting any ideas." I told my outfit as Kylee made her way drunkenly offstage.

            "Oh, we're trying that out later tonight." Elizabeth said from beside me.  "Only one of us gets to play the mount while the other gets driven around."

            "You're on."

Interlude 2 - A New Way Forward

Chapter 1

            "Hey Denise, welcome back." A voice called as I stepped through the front door of DD studios.  "How was old Man Paulson and Tripi?"

            I looked up to see a pair of figures walking down the stairs to the upper level.  Both were heavily transformed, but what did you expected walking into a transformed porn studio?

            Jodi Ball was leading the way.  In order to save her dog Bacon's life, Jodi had fused herself to him.  Now Bacon was nearly five feet tall at the shoulder, a massive form of sleek silver and black fur.  Jodi hung underneath him, her waist fused between the dog's rear legs.  The woman's own legs had turned into massive testicles, but to compensate she had some mental control over her canine bodymate.  Despite literally being a dick, Jodi was one of the nicest people I'd ever met.

            Behind Jodi strode the even larger form of Madeline Bishop.  Once a pair of best friends, she was now a seven feet tall, three headed anthro wolf.  Supposedly the outer heads had the initial pair's personalities, while the dominant head in the middle was a fusion of the two.  Madeline's fur ranged from white to brown, covering her entire body in a thick coat.

            "Old Man Paulson was Old Man Paulson." I replied, answering Jodi's question.  "A pervy old fart whose alchemical genius compensates for his terrible people skills.  I don't know what Tripi sees in him."   Tripi had been a co-worker of Jodi and Madeline until recently, a centipedial fusion of three friends.

            "I have a good idea.  Have you seen the bulge in his pants?" Jodi smirked, then frowned.  "Whoops, sorry.  Forgot you're not into that."

            It was an open secret around the office that I was bi, with a leaning toward women.  Considering most of DD studio's actresses were female, or at least female appearing, this was taken as nothing out of the ordinary.

            "If I want a big package, I'll get my own." I mimed growing a dick from my crotch.  "Personality matters much more to me."

            "Sure, that's what they all say."  All three of Madeline's heads grinned at me, revealing the sharp teeth hidden inside her muzzles.

            "Don't you two have a shoot to prepare for?" I asked, pointing at the bone the werewolf was holding causally over one shoulder.  It was as tall as me and about as thick.

            "Way to change the subject.  You're more than welcome to join us for the shoot."

            Much like my sexual preference, my desire to move from behind the camera to in front of it was well known to the
extended company family.  However my father had so far put his foot down.  "Not today, I have other things I need to do." I said with some reluctance.  "I need to bug Dad about some paperwork before he leaves for the day."

            I bid the pair goodbye and walked down the ground floor corridor.  The DD studios building had once been a large warehouse.  Now the ground floor was divided into sections for sets, storage, and communal areas like the kitchen.  Upstairs some of the offices had retained their original purposes, while others had been converted into bedrooms for the actresses.  Almost a dozen stayed here full time, enjoying free rent as a perk of their employment, with about as many part timers.

            After locking my acquisitions from the alchemist in the vault, I walked upstairs to talk to my dad.  I knocked on the door and got a "Come in."

            I stepped into the room and immediately wished I'd waited a few more minutes before coming upstairs.  There was a woman splayed across my father's desk, positively jiggling as she was plunged into from below.  I recognized the woman as Quatra, who had a second pair of arms instead of legs and butt cheeks that acted more like breasts.  She fell into DD studios other subset of employees, actresses with extra limbs and/or breasts.

            With a moan my dad came, a moment later followed by Quatra.  Neither looked embarrassed at my interruption, with Quarta even pausing to give me a quick hug before jogging out of the office.

            While my father pulled his pants back on, I straightened a few desk artifacts that had been knocked askew by their afternoon delight.  I picked up a picture of our family and paused to take it in.  The image was from five years ago, before my mom had gotten sick.  Back then she'd been her boisterous, stunning self.  Two heads, four arms, four breasts, and the outgoing personality to match.  It had been her idea to get into the porn business with herself as the star, a decision that had led to a very successful business.

            I set the picture down and moved a brass name plate into position.  Davis Dunn, CEO  "So, how's mom?"

            "Horny, as always." Dad replied, adjusting his pants.  "Even after the fuck we just had she still wants more."

            When my mother found out about her illness, she'd gone to her husband with a solution.  A CTF wasn't a conventional treatment for a life threatening illness, but would allow us to stay together as a family.  The result had left my father looking two decades younger, with a short head of thick dark hair and a muscle tone he hadn't possessed since they first started dating.  He was also left with two dicks, which left him horny almost constantly.  Because of that, I didn't begrudge him sampling the staff.  After all, it wasn't technically cheating.  Mom was having plenty of fun out of the transaction.

            "What can I do for you honey?" Dad asked, taking a seat behind his desk.  He spotted a few errant drops of bodily fluids, cleaned them off with a towel, and turned his attention back to me.

            "I need you take a look at those quarterly payroll returns I left on your desk last week."  After graduating college six months ago, I'd returned home to take up a position as the company accountant.  The previous accountant had been Tripi, who despite having three brains in there somewhere turned out to be terrible at math.

            "They should be around here somewhere."  Dad rummaged through several drawers before pulling out a folder.  "Here we go, signed and ready for delivery."

            I did a quick check and everything seemed to be in order.  The signature stickies had probably helped.  "I put the latest shipment from Paulson in the vault, we should be ready to go for Anna on Wednesday."

            Anna was one of our performers who was looking to go further in her transformation.  Already in possession of two rows of three breasts, she now wanted to replace her legs with a duplicate of her upper torso.  If things held to pattern, the video would be the most popular we put out this month.

            "I know she's looking forward to it.  Jodi and Madeline were working on the set earlier, they should be nearly finished.  I'll have to check on it before it gets too late."

            "Speaking of getting late, I'm off for the rest of the afternoon.  There's a few things I want to pick up at the mall before it closes."

            "Can you pick up some fabric while you're there?  Quatra needs some for Anna's new outfits."

            The four armed woman was the company seamstress (sometimes in more than one meaning of the word) so the request wasn't unusual.  "Sure, I'll stop by on my way out and see what she needs."

            "Thanks sweetie."  Dad leaned forward and I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Enjoy yourself at the mall.  Who knows who you might meet?"

            I rolled my eyes at this as I left the room.  Dad had been after me about having little to no social life outside the company.  It was something I didn't mind and didn't see changing anytime soon.  "Who you might meet…"

Chapter 3

            Several hours later, I stepped through the front door of my apartment.  Despite offers to bunk at work, I enjoyed some quiet time away from my co-workers.  That…and there are some sounds even thick insulation can't muffle.

           Unsurprisingly, my best friend and roommate Maggie Rodgers was sitting on the sofa drawing on her tablet.  Maggie and I were very much opposites.  She was short while I was tall, I was skinny while Maggie packed a few extra pounds on her frame, etc.  It seeped into personalities as well.  Maggie was content to be off in her own little world, while I liked being out and interacting with people.  At least, I did after arriving at college and breaking out of my shell.

           Also unsurprising was the fact my roommate was mostly naked on the sofa, clad in only panties and a pair of socks.  It wasn't until we'd moved in together during college that I'd discovered my best friend was an exhibitionist.  A jarring discovery to be sure, not helped by the fact Maggie came out as gay not long afterward.  Perhaps I wasn't the only one who came out of her shell during college.  Either way, it wasn't uncommon to find my roommate wearing only an article of two of clothing in the house.  During the few times she left it, the maximum legal amount of skin was on display.

           "You're home late." Maggie remarked, not bothering to look up.  Her gaze only occasionally shifted from the NSFW artwork she was drawing to the documentary on the history of the Realm that was playing on the television.

           "I ran into someone unexpected at the mall.  You won't believe who."  Plopping down on the love seat beside the couch, I laid out my interaction with Caroline.  The whole time Maggie just nodded along and kept drawing.  I wasn't offended by this lack of attentiveness; Maggie paid her half of the rent by selling such artwork and had long ago master the art of multitasking while drawing.

           Only when I finished my story did Maggie set aside her tablet and stylus. "Do you think she was being sincere?"

           I nodded.  "Caroline seemed pretty upset about what had happened between us.  She certainly sounded like she wanted to turn over a new leaf.  Besides, what does she gain by lying to me?"

           "Nothing, as far as I can see."  Maggie stretched, raising her arms above her head in a move that caused her heavy breasts to jiggle.  I did my best not to stare, for more than one reason.  "The way I see it, you have two options."  Maggie let her arms fall.  "You can throw her number away and forget this incident ever happened.  The odds of you running into her again are slim, and after giving her the silent treatment I think Caroline will get the message you want to be left alone."

           "Or?"

           "Or you can call her back and try to work out what happened between you two.  It sounds like you both have some unfinished baggage to take care of."

            "I don't know."  I turned my gaze to the TV, on which a reporter was interviewing a marsh dwelling cockwoman.  "I'll think about it."

            "Don't think too long, or the situation might make up its mind for you."  Maggie suddenly looked thoughtful.  "Sorry to switch topics, but did you remember to ask your dad about my request?"

            Said request was my roommate's desire to join the DD studios’ stable of actresses.  I couldn't compute why an otherwise introverted woman wanted to be the center of attention, but I figured it had something to do with Maggie's exhibitionist tendencies.

            I shook my head.  "Sorry, I only saw him for a minute today.  When I walked in he was in the middle of fucking one of the other actresses, which was a bit distracting.  I'll try again tomorrow."

            I was saved trying to come up with further excuses by a loud rumbling from Maggie's stomach.  "Huh, guess I forgot to eat lunch again."

            I rolled my eyes.  Another way we were opposites.  I was hungry all the time and was only saved from a life as a four hundred pound woman by my high metabolism.  Maggie on the other hand could go all day forgetting to eat, only remembering when she got light headed.

            "I think we have some cocks and cheese in the fridge, let me go warm it up….."

Chapter 5

            Two weeks later, I leaned against the wall beside the front door into the studio.  As I watched, a car turn into the lot and came to a rest in the slot beside mine.  A moment later three women exited the car.  Caroline was the driver.  The passenger was a tall, solidly built redhead I recognized as Kristen Welch.  She'd been the muscle for Caroline back in high school, something that, by the looks of it, hadn't changed in the time since.  Apparently working in a warehouse was better than going to the gym.

            Climbing out of the back, little Natalie Miles was almost lost in the shadow of her friends.  The brunette was the brains of the outfit, even if she was too shy to ever go against Caroline's orders.  I saw her eyes go wide behind her glasses as Natalie craned her head up to take in the giant studio building.

            "You look surprised to see us."  My gaze flicked back to see Caroline standing before me.

            "I am." I admitted.  "Even after we spoke on the phone…some part of me still thought our meeting was some strange dream."

            "You said you'd finally decided how we could pay you back for all the harm we caused in high school.  After weighing on my conscious for so long, how could I pass this up?" Beside Caroline, both Natalie and Kristen nodded.

            Once more their earnestness threw me.  After a moment I finally said, "You better follow me inside so we can talk."

            I led the trio inside, pausing so Anna could go by on the stairs.  She'd only had her duplicate lower body for a week and was already adept at walking in a quadruped fashion.  Quatra was on her back, dressed like an old fashioned foxhunter in a red jacket and black helmet.  My three ex-tormentors froze stiff when they caught sight of the scene, mouths open in shock.

            "Denise, what's wrong with those three?" Quatra asked as they passed by.  "Haven't they ever heard of ponyplay before?"

            I chuckled.  "Quarta, it takes anyone normal a little while to acclimate to this place."

            "It didn't take your roommate long at all."

            "Hence why I added the normal qualifier."

            Passing Quatra and her mount, I led the trio upstairs to my father's office.  Dad was behind his desk talking with Maggie.  My roommate was dressed in bike shorts and a crop top, covering the minimum amount of skin required for social niceties.

            "Sorry to leave Maggie with you Dad." I said as we entered the room.  "I hope she hasn't talked your ear off too much."

            Maggie stuck out her tongue at me.  "I merely presented a few opportunities for business growth."

            "As intriguing as I'm sure they were, my proposal is why we're all here today."

            I gestured for my ex-bullies to take a seat on the office's couch.  Caroline looked at it dubiously, as if wondering what terrible sex acts had taken place upon it, before finally sitting down.  Natalie and Kristen shared a look before following their leader's example.  Maggie, in contrast, hopped up to sit on the corner of my father's desk.  The irony was, the desk was probably saw more action than the couch.

            I took a deep breath to center myself and slowly let it out.  I just hoped what I was about to saw made as much sense outside my head as in it.  Turning to face my father I said, "Dad, I think it's time for me to take on a bigger role in the family business."  Before my father could speak I added, "Mom's role, specifically."

            My father's mouth was half open, about to speak, but he closed it.  He knew exactly what I was asking.  My mother had been the face of the studio, the star of at least half the movies they put out.  By trying to take on her role I wouldn't be dipping my toe into the world of being a porn actress, I'd be jumping in with both feet.  And as we were a transformed porn studio, that meant I'd need to change myself as well.

            My father's face bent into was I first thought was a frown, then the corners turned up into a smile.  "I always knew this day would come.  You are very much your mother's daughter, Denise.  Before I didn't think you were ready."  He glanced across the people I'd gathered.  "Now, I think you're going to do something spectacular."

            To my surprise, my father rose from his desk and started for the door.  "Where are you going?" I blurted.

            He chuckled.  "You already got everything you needed from me.  I'm getting out of the way so you can work out the details."  A second later he was gone, the door shut behind him.

            There was a moment of silence, broken by Caroline.  "When you said you were going to take your mother's place…"

            I turned to the couch.  "It means I'm going to take the top actress slot in our studio."

            "But isn't everyone here transformed?" Natalie asked.  Then the woman's eyes went wide behind her glasses.  "Oh."

            "Yes Natalie, I plan on transforming.  As you may or may not know, DD studios specialized in two things.  Multi-body-part transformations, and merging."

            Silence reigned before Kristen blurted out, "Wait, you want us to merge with you!"

            I smiled.  "Why yes, that was why I brought you all here today to talk about this.  I will be the dominant bodymate, but I am looking for a few others to play a part." I almost giggled at my own pun.

            "Why?" the redhead demanded.  "Why would we give up being independent, give up being people?"

            "It's quite simple."  I walked over until I was standing right before the belligerent woman.  "Kirsten, are you happy with your life?"

            The redhead clearly hadn't expected that question.  "Huh?"

            "I'm asking if you find satisfaction being a human forklift, moving boxes day in and day out.  Can you see yourself doing it for five, ten, twenty years?  How about you Caroline?  Was your life's ambition to serve people food in demeaning uniforms?  Or you Natalie, is doing someone else's research and paperwork bring happiness to your life?"

            I paused.  It might actually be possible the bookish young woman actually liked that aspect of her job.  Regardless, I pressed forward.  "What I'm offering you is a life of nothing but pleasure.  A constant parade of sex with hot transformees, with no responsibilities.  Only arousal and release."

            Once more, the room fell into silence as I finished my proposal.  But to everyone's surprise, it was Natalie that spoke first.  "I'm in."

            Everyone turn to look at the mousy young woman, causing Natalie to blush in embarrassment.  "What?  People are always telling me to be more spontaneous.  This was my chance.  And if I'm honest…well….I've always had a thing for transformees."  Her cheeks burned even redder.  "I just never said it, as I knew what you two would think."

            "Just what kind of transformation are you proposing?" Kristen asked.

            "I have a few ideas to start with, but we'll work out the final design together.  Trust me, I've thought of quite a few ways to incorporate your muscular physique."

            The redhead shrugged.  "Why not.  Like you said, my job sucks.  These two are my only real friends, so if they go for it and I don't I'll be left alone."

            I turned to the last holdout.  "Caroline?"

            "I don't get it.  After what we did to you, your solution is to make us part of yourself?"

            "Maybe your little redemption speech at the café was more influential than you expected."

            Caroline looked between her two friends.  "I see.  I told you that day I would do whatever it took to earn my redemption.  I can't back out now."  A small smile formed on the blonde's lips.  "Besides, what better way to get back at my parents than by spending the rest of my life as a giant sex organ?"

            "I'm glad you four are having a moment."  Maggie said.  My roommate had been so quiet up to this point I'd almost forgotten she was there.  "But why am I here?  Do you want me to merge with you too Denise?"

            I shook my head.  "I think my new form will be overcrowded as is.  No, I need your help with the scene I'm planning."

            "Scene, what scene?" Caroline asked.

            "Oh Caroline, you didn't think I was just going to chug down a bottle of D-cum and hug you all.  Porn might be the red headed stepchild of the acting world, but it is still a performance.  And I plan to make my debut a memorable one….”

Chapter 7

            The room beyond the door was set up to look like a mad scientist's dungeon.  Heavy wooden benches ran the length of the left side, piled high with all manner of alchemical looking equipment.  The liquid inside all the beakers and tubes was only colored water or syrup, but it did look impressive.

            The right side of the room was taken up by cages full of "experiments."  These were the other actresses of the studio, lounging about or acting like sex starved animals.  To be fair, some of them acted like that even when we weren't shooting.

            Between the cages and the benches, on the far side of the room were three heavy wooden chairs.  Each one was occupied by one of my ex-bullies turned future bodymates.  They were held to the chair with heavy metal clamps at the ankles, waist, and wrists.  Furthermore, each wore a thick, spherical helmet that cut their senses off from the outside world.  In the script these were brainwashing helmets, pumping the wearer full of video and audio until their brains were pliable mush.  These version did indeed have internal microscreens and speakers, but they only showed feed from the dozens of small cameras hidden around the room.  This particular shoot was going to have a lot of bonus features.

            "Finally, my revenge is nigh." I proclaimed, stopping in the middle of the room.  "Assistant, fetch my master remote."

            "Yeth Mithress." Maggie replied, adopting the lisp of the character she was parodying.  She strode over to the heavy laden benches, made a show of rooting around, and came back with a box the size of a TV remote festooned with buttons.

            I took the remote from Maggie, pressed one of the many buttons, and held it up to speak.  "By now, I supposed you three are wondering where you are?  Why someone has done this to you?  The answer is simple.  You tormented me for many years, making me doubt my own genius."  I threw my arms wide in a grand gesture.  "Well who's laughing now?  I have spend years perfect the process I am about to perform, to turn those who ridiculed me as insignificant into insignificant parts of myself."

            Ok, the speech was a little over the top, but Caroline had insisted I make it dramatic.  By this point all three women were struggling against their bindings, as if they could somehow escape.  I wasn't worried about that accidently happening.  All three chairs had been borrowed from a friend of Madeline's and I was assured they got plenty of use.

            "Don't worry about escaping.  By now the subliminal messaging has embedded itself deep in your minds.  All I have to say is a single word and you'll become nothing more than a compliant doll.  Let's test this out, shall we?"  I made sure to flash an evil smile to where I knew one of the cameras was hidden.  "Butterscotch."

            Instantly, Kristen froze still as a statue.  I never got a chance to ask why the redhead had picked that for her code phrase and it was too late to ask.

            I gave Maggie directions before speaking into the remote again.  "As you three are blindfolded, I thought I'd give you a little play by play.  Right now my assistant is unhooking your friend from her chair.  She's completely docile, none of the fiery spirit that caused me so much trouble.  I've reduced to her to a drooling drone.  Yes, she's drooling as the brainwashing helmet comes off.  As for what I'm about to do to her…let's leave that as a surprise.  I'd hate to spoil your own fates."

            Maggie directed Kristen to kneel before me.  My assistant then went about helping me undress.  The corset laces were a pain and I never would have got them sorted out without her help.  A small part of me was nervous about showing my naked body off to the world, but most of me was too caught up in the narrative.  The whole time I was undressing, I bombarded Kristen with saying about how much I was going to enjoy her being a part of my body.  While the redhead's face remained placid, I could tell she was as turned on as I was by the hardening of her nipples and the moistness at her crotch.

            When I was fully naked, I commanded Kristen to get on all fours.  After she did so I took up my position.  My legs straddled the redhead's neck, the back of her head pressed firmly into my crotch.  Maggie came back with a vial of swirling, multi-colored liquid and handed it to.  Unlike the others, this one actually contained a live potion.  It had cost a fortune, but would be worth every kriss.

            "And now," I proclaimed, holding the uncorked vial high, "I begin my revenge."  With that, I drank the vial.

            The results were immediate.  I could feel a warmth flow down through me.  It cascaded past my lungs, through my stomach, and down to my crotch.  It paused there for only a few heartbeats, then suddenly I could feel it move even further.  Only…in a direction I had never possessed before.

            Looking down, I could see the back of Kristen's head merging into my crotch.  The redhead's hair was falling out, hiding the changes her face was undergoing.  There was a jolt, as if it'd shocked myself on a dry day, and suddenly I could feel the entirety of Kristen's body as if it was my own.  The sway of her breasts as the transformation bound us together.  The moistness in her…now my...rear vagina.  I could feel Kristen's arm melding back into our body, reforming for their new task.

            After about a minute, this stage of the transformation petered out.  Maggie wheeled over a standing mirror, so I could examine my new humantaur form.  Kristen's muscles had transferred over to my legs, leaving me looking as fit as a bodybuilder from the waist down.  We'd been considering basic feet during the early planning phases, but Kristen had eventually insisted on NA anuswoman hoofhands.  Getting a look at them took some bending at awkward angles, but I managed.

            Next I decided to play with my other new additions.  Flexing new muscles, I pushed out my lower "arms" from where they were hidden in vaginal slits behind my front hips.  Each arm was more akin to a tentacle, capable of bending in ways that would shatter the bones of a normal limb.  Instead of hands, each arm ended in a copy of Kirsten's head.  Most of the features had been smoothed away, leaving a spherical ball, but it was still recognizably her.  Instead of a nose and mouth, a copy of the redhead's vagina spanned the sphere.  The vaginas were large enough I could use them akin to hands to pick up things.

            Movement in my front vagina brought my attention forward.  A long pink tongue exited my lips, tasting the dungeon air.  The tongue was the only part of my body Kristen could still control and I had a feeling she would get a lot of use out of it.

            After five more minutes of prancing around the set and testing the limits of my new body, it was time to move on in the scene.

            "Assistant." I called to Maggie.  "Bring me the remote.  It’s time for my next victim."

Chapter 8

            I strode over to Natalie, enjoying the feel of my extra legs.  I reached down and tugged off the brunette's hood.  She stared back at me, eyes wide in fear.

            "Poor little Natalie, always the follower."  I mimed patting her on the head, but held back the last inch to avoid touching.  The transformation shouldn't activate with that little contact, but best not to take chances.  "I bet you're so compliant you'd follow my orders even without the command word.  Isn't that right?"  Natalie gulped and nodded.  "Do you like what I did to your friend?"

            Natalie's eyes went even wider as she took in what happened to Kristen.  I had a feeling this wasn't acting, she really was shocked by the change.  Or maybe the thought that she was going to be the one attached to me next.

            "Rise and follow me." I commanded, pressing the button on the remote to open the brunette's shackles.  Natalie did as ordered, following me back to the center of the set.  There Maggie had lowered a horizontal bar, akin to the ones gymnasts use.  "Wrap your hands around the bar and hold on tight.  You wouldn't want to fall off."

            Our group had needed to brainstorm when it came to getting Natalie onto my back without touching my skin elsewhere.  In the end it had been the brunette who had suggested the rig we were using now, based off the gymnastic ones she'd used as a kid.  I'd been worried she wouldn't be able to hold on long enough, but several practices had proved me wrong.  So as Maggie worked the remote to lift Natalie skyward, I carefully positioned myself beneath the brunette.

            Maggie hit a different button on the remote, lowering Natalie back down.  I'd positioned myself perfectly and didn't feel Natalie until she settled onto my back.  Her butt was right above where mine used to be and she leaned in close until we were back to back.  As more of our flesh touched I could feel the telltale tingle of the second phase of the transformation activating.

            Natalie's transformation was more much significant that Kristen.  While the redhead had lost her head and experienced minor changes to her arms and feet, Natalie's entire body began to change.  In the mirror I could see Natalie's limbs shrink, the mass returning to her torso.  The brunette's head was absorbed as well, brown hair falling to the floor.

            Natalie's flesh reformed on my back into six fat breasts running down in pairs.  These orbs would act as the fluid generators for my many orifices and holes.  After all, lubrication was important.  Not to mention how popular cumshots were.

            Natalie's face reappeared, six copies occupying my rear breasts.  Like Kirsten's they were eyeless and in possession of a vagina instead of a nose and mouth.  I could feel movement and took a few steps closer to the mirror for a better look.  Out of my top right back breast something poked its way out.  It was a tentacle, topped with a throbbing purple glans.  Another poked out, and then another, until all six appeared.  At their longest they seemed to stretch nearly two feet.  Like Kristen's tongue, they were all Natalie would be able to control in my new body.

            The final change came as the hair on my head began to fall out.  I'd been hesitant about this part of the transformation, even if it did fit the theme better.  As the last of my black and white locks fell to the floor I could feel something new press out of my skull.  Two huge tentacles, wide around as my thighs, grew out the back of my skull and fell until the tips bushed my tauric back.  These ones I could control and I spent several minutes using them to probe different parts of my new body.

            I could feel the fluids churning inside Natalie and knew I needed to hurry things along if I wanted to finish changing before I exploded.  Striding over to the last captive, I pulled off Caroline's hood.  I expected a look of shock like Natalie's, but the blonde was playing her part to the hilt.

            "I should have known it was you bitch." Caroline spat.  "I knew you'd go and turn yourself into a freak someday.  But what did you do to Natalie and Kristen?  Show me!"

            "That's simple, you're looking at them."  I twisted my upper torso to allow a few of my Natalie faced breasts to come into view, while gesturing at the Kristen ones on my flanks.

            "You…monster…"

            "You have a lot of balls to call me a monster Caroline.  After all, I am what you made me.  You and Kristen and Natalie.  Your friends have already gotten me most of the way there.  All I need to do to finish becoming a monster is absorb you.  Then my transformation will be complete."

            "No, you can't.  I'll…I'll fight you."

            I burst out laughing.  "Caroline, Kristen had twice the willpower you do and look where she ended up.  As for poor little Natalie, she was so pliable I didn't even need to use her command word.  She did what I asked with no questions.  I wonder which you will be Caroline?  Will you accept your fate and join your friends, or resist and suffer the same fate?"

            The blonde remained defiant.  "I'll fight you to the end Denise!"

            I smiled.  "I thought you would.  The fun way it is."  I leaned down until we were face to face.  "Horse cock."

            Technically it was two words, but the command was enough to instantly make Caroline placid.  Maggie released the bindings and I stepped back to make room.  "Caroline, I order you to kneel on the ground with your butt in the air."

            After the blonde did as I directed, I carefully stepped over her.  The final transformation only required a tiny bit of skin contact and I didn't want Caroline stuck in the wrong place.  Satisfied I was aligned properly, I lowered my rear haunch until Caroline's butt touched between my rear legs.

            This was a transformation I would have to watch later on the camera feeds, as the angle was too awkward for a good view.  But I could picture what was happening based on the sample transformation videos Caroline and I had watched together.

            Much like with Kristen, the touch of flesh was enough to bind us together and begin the final transformation.  The blonde's limbs would begin retracting, her arms sliding down her torso to combine with her legs.  The end result would be two large spheres, two huge testicles.  While everything else would be powered by Natalie on my back, Caroline would be providing her own fluids.

            There was a burst of heat and suddenly I could feel the whole of Caroline's body.  Instead of becoming a giant penis, Caroline had decided to keep her torso very similar to her initial body.  Besides being armless and the facial changes that her friends had undergone, the only other change was the addition of vaginas to top Caroline's majestic breasts.  That, and a huge sensitivity increase in her skin.  Much like any other dick, Caroline's body was designed to grow and shrink with my arousal.  Right now she was at maximum hardness, nearly two and a half feet of erogenous tissue.  If she felt this good hanging out of the open air, I could only image how it would feel to actually stick Caroline in someone.  Suddenly I had more respect for the male half of the species.  If having a dick felt this good, it was a miracle they didn't go around with erections all the time.

            As Caroline finished adapting to her new place in life, the last few changes expressed themselves.  On my upper torso two more pairs of breasts grew in.  My initial pair swelled as well, until the six breasts in front nearly matched those in back for size.  Each breast was topped with an areola as wide as a coaster.  A bisecting crease appeared in each and they split open to reveal eyes hidden beneath.  The top pair had Natalie's brown eyes, the middle Caroline's sky blue orbs, and the bottom Kristen's green gems.  Each of my bodymates had control over these eyes, in addition to some level of mana senses.  Natalie had full 360 degree vision while Kristen saw from the perspective of where her head had been.  Only Caroline had reject additional sight.  In fact she'd rejected all other senses in exchange for enhanced touch.  "After all, that's all a dick needs." she said. "Besides, I like surprises."

            Changes complete, I strode over to the mirror to examine my radically transformed body.  As a multi-limbed, multi-breasted humantaur, I certainly looked like I belonged at DD studios.

            Maggie came up to stand beside me, admiring the view.  "You look amazing Mistress.  How do you feel?  Satisfied?"

            "How do you think I feel assistant?" I replied.  "I just absorbed three fertile young women.  How do I feel?  I feel horny beyond belief."  Even though this part was scripted, every word out of my mouth was true.  If we didn't hurry things up, I was going to blow Caroline's first load all over the dungeon floor.

            Beside me, Maggie grinned.  "Luckily, we have a solution for that Mistress."  She pressed a button on the remote and the cage doors opened.  The "experiments" crawled out and over to us, lust written all over every face.  My own face took on an identical expression.  I was going to enjoy this…