“Fuck yeahhh! I can’t believe y’all all had time for DnD on such a short notice!” With a loud, slightly-drunken cheer, Lily hugged each of her friends in turn, tightly wrapping her slender arms around them while her boyfriend, Dave, watched from the living room. He shook his head as their friends gasped and yelped at the sudden assault, smoothing out the table map before making sure all the character sheets were in place— carefully setting aside Lily’s wineglass to make room for the leather-bound DM handbook at the head of the table.
By the time he turned around to check on his girlfriend, she was trying to kiss Zara— though her boyfriend was putting a stop to it, hooking his arms around Lily’s with a tired, exasperated expression. Lily didn’t seem to mind too much, though, and judging by the mildly intrigued looks on everyone else’s faces—Aiko, Emmy, Lachlan, and Patrick —they didn’t mind the show either. And who could blame them? Lily was fun to watch, especially when she was struggling against Henry’s much larger frame, making overblown kissy faces at Zara.
Classic Lily behavior— she looked sweet at first glance, but turned into a total succubus the moment you turned your back on her. Sighing, Dave slid over to Henry’s side, huffing a little as he dragged his girlfriend away from her girlfriend, silencing her annoyed whine with a stern scowl. She quieted down, pouting slightly before blowing a not-so-sneaky kiss towards Zara again.
“Jesus, babe…” Dave rolled his eyes, taking a seat at the table. Lily took the seat beside him a moment later, wineglass in hand— of course —and gave him a peck on the cheek to stop the inevitable lecture coming for her. She grinned when Dave huffed, half-annoyed, half-amused, crossing her legs with a happy giggle before beckoning the rest of their friends to come join them.
“C’mon, y’all! Are we gonna start or nah!?” She shouted, emphatically waving for her friends to take their seats. “Y’all gotta hurry up so Dave doesn’t have time to lecture me, heh~.”
“I wasn’t going to—”
Lily shushed Dave with her finger before he could finish, laughing when he pushed her finger away. “You totally were gonna say something, sweet pea~.” She put her finger back on his lips when he sucked in a breath again, shaking her head. “Nope! Shhhhhhhh.”
Dave gave his friends a look that screamed “the-things-I-do-for-love” before reluctantly shutting up and ignoring Lily’s gloating smile. He’d get her back for it later… but hopefully sooner, if things went his way during their game. Though, honestly, there wasn’t any reason to wait until the game began to get some sweet, sweet revenge~.
Grinning internally, Dave slid his hand over to Lily’s lap, digging his fingers into the crotch of her leggings. It was a shame he couldn’t evilly snicker to drive the point home, but judging from Lily’s surprised squeak, she got the message. With a sideways glance, she blushed, and bit her lip, doing her best to stay composed as everyone else sat down with them.
Henry and Zara were the first to take their seats, with Zara sitting across from Lily and Henry following her lead. She slyly flipped Lily off, smirking a little when she saw the light pink tint coloring Lily’s cheeks. “God, y’all two are itching to get started. Why’d you two rush us here anyway?”
She’d been roommates with her for long enough to realize what that blush on Lily’s face meant, and with a teasing wag of her eyebrows, her grin widened— making Lily’s blush grow even redder in response.
Henry, on the other hand, was more interested in his girlfriend—and he wrapped a bulky arm around her shoulders as he scooted his seat a little closer to hers, possessively clinging onto her with a small, thankful nod at Dave for dealing with Lily. Not that he couldn’t have pulled her off himself, but it just felt more… right, having Dave discipline his own girlfriend. “Well, we’re here now, might as well get things started. Never played D&D before, but I guess it seems fun. I mean, I’ve played a bunch of Skyrim, so this can’t be all that different…”
“It is different, what!?” Emmy’s slightly wheezy, dorky voice rang out around the room as she took her seat beside Henry, and she narrowed her eyes, eying him up as her girlfriend Aiko took a seat next to her. “Skyrim is just the same three dungeons copy-pasted like—”
Patrick cut Emmy off before she could launch into a full-blown rant, rolling his eyes a little as he pulled up a seat for him and his boyfriend. “Relax, jeez.”
“But they’re NOT the same! It’s like if you handed someone an orange and called it a wate— What, Aiko?” Emmy grumpily turned around, staring at Aiko’s bemused smirk. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, Emmy~♥” Aiko patted her girlfriend’s shoulder, quickly giving Henry an apologetic smile, which he graciously accepted with another nod. “Maybe we should get started, though? Then Henry can see just how different they are~?”
“Oooh, right, right…” Emmy trailed off, but not before giving Patrick and Lachlan a suspicious little once-over with her eyes, just to check if they were going to nag her again. “Alright, whatever, let’s start…”
“Yeah. But first, how about you explain what the rush was about? Patrick and I were going to bake tonight…” Lachlan trailed off, looking at Dave expectantly.
While his friends had been talking, Dave had been busy pressing his fingers against Lily’s mound, gently rubbing circles around it through her silky leggings, enjoying the blush on her face. He took a moment to realize that Lachlan was talking to him, jolting in surprise before holding up the handbook that he’d placed down earlier. “Right, yeah! So Lily was doing some shopping at a thrift store, and she found… this! And it’s magic. Seriously, real magic, I know, yeah it sounds dumb—” Dave hurriedly tried to defend himself, but his friends were already giving him weird stares. “Hey, come on, it’s not that weird, right? You guys can’t believe in a little magic?”
Patrick was the first to say something. “Magic… No offense, dude, but… you know.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. And who could blame him? The handbook was ok looking, not super battered or worn-down— it had a nice leather cover and some faded gold lettering stitched into the spine, but apart from that, it was just a normal book. No magic sparkling, or aura, or really anything to show that it was anything more than just a book.
“How’d you two even figure out it was magic?” Zara curiously asked, pressing herself against Henry. “Actually, I bet Lily was messing with it. Weren’t you?”
“So what if I was— uh, did?” Lily muttered, crossing her arms with a shaky pant. “And for the record I wasn’t messing with it, I was just reading it and the magic activated.”
“Suuuuuuure.” Zara scoffed, drinking in Lily’s flustered blush— but before she could tease Lily about it again, Aiko interrupted her.
“What kind of magic is it, anyway~? And even if it is magic… I don’t see how it helps us with a DnD game. As much as I’d love to cast a fireball, I don’t think Dave would be super happy with me if I did it in his living room~. Right~?” Giggling, Aiko shot Dave a sideways glance, her lips curling into a foxy smirk when he nodded. “That’s what I thought~. So… what does it do~? Hopefully something good enough to warrant making us drop everything to come…”
“Oh, it’s definitely good enough!” Lily proudly puffed out her chest, snatching the book from Dave with a smug grin. “There’s this magic spirit dude that, like, lives inside the book! It’s kind of hard to explain what he does, sooooo…”
Dave’s sixth sense tingled, and he hurriedly scooted away from Lily— but too late, she’d already pried the book apart!
Everyone froze in place— literally, it was like invisible shackles had suddenly locked them up —and stared at the book, watching a golden mass of shimmering dust coalesce into a scholarly-looking person… thing. It wasn’t exactly a person, since, well, it was a magic dust cloud, but it did kind of resemble a stereotypical medieval scholar, with the robes and beard and a stupid beanie beret cap thing. It hovered in place for a moment, before rapidly condensing into flesh and blood, turning into a wizened old man with a crazy glint in his eyes.
“Ah! Why, hello there, you eager history fictionologist lovers! I am the most venerable Head of Fictionology, though you may of course refer to me as… Cynesige!” With a slightly insane laugh, the scholar spread his arms, taking a seat in the empty chair at the head of the table. He clasped his hands together once seated, intently staring down at the map before sweeping his gaze across the room. “Oh, my apologies~.”
With a snap of his fingers, everyone unfroze, panting slightly as air rushed back into their lungs. Lily playfully waved hello to the scholar, who winked back at her, then smirked at Dave, who shrank into his seat a little, clearly not quite as excited to see Cynesige. Everyone else had mixed looks on their faces— surprise, apprehension, confusion, interest… and none of them seemed too sure about what to say.
Lucky for them, Cynesige had plenty of things to fill the silent gap with. “Well, shall we begin? There are so many worlds I have for you, my friends, so many histories for you all to be a part of! All I need to do is write you in and turn you into part of the wonderfully woven tale I’ve writsearched!” Cynesige’s eyes glimmered with another insane burst of glee, and he jabbed his finger all around the table, leaning forward in his seat more and more as his voice grew progressively louder and more excited.
“Like you! The large, hulking man!” He pointed at Henry, who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and pointed at himself, much to Cynesige’s amusement. “Yes, you! You’ve clearly been working yourself too much! You would make such a splash in the tale of Fiali, the island priestess!”
“And you!” Cynesige spun around before Henry could even get a chance to parse through his words, turning his attention to Aiko, who curiously stared back at him, head tilted. “Yes, the lovely oriental lass! Oh, yes, the darkness in your soul sings to me! A memoir of twin demon brothers, destined to rule the planes of heaven, hell, and earth, oh, no doubt you would find yourself right at home!”
Cynesige’s crazy ranting echoed around the living room as he spun around and jabbed his finger at people, and it was borderline impossible to get a word in edgewise— he’d leave tiny half-seconds of silence between topics before jumping into something entirely new and unhinged, and all anyone could do was stare as he rambled and raved and cackled to himself. Well, everyone but Lily, she was staring at Cynesige with a delighted, smug, self-satisfied look, pleased with the chaos she’d unleashed upon her friends. She couldn’t wait for Cynesige to settle on an idea and put it into motion~.
With a heady gulp of air, Cynesige spun back around to Dave, rubbing his hands together with a jolly grin on his face. “But, as fun as your individual histories would be, it would be a shame to squander the potential of a daring, dashing epic. A tale of eight heroes, brought to the continent of Zhatan on a quest to save the world! Cliche, of course, but Zhatan has more than its fair share of dangers and treasures and fictions to make their journey special! All manner of magics and rituals and glorious battles, esoteric cults and good and evil kings and queens, villages galore, dungeons sprinkled across the land— and the danger to Zhatan is unlike any of the other destined dooms that plague the other fictional histories!” Glowing motes of golden magic collected on Cynesige’s fingertips as he continued to rant, and only a few seconds later, he had his fingers pointed at Dave— who was staring up at Cynesige with a resigned look of apprehension.
“Oh, yes, Zhatan desperately needs its heroes, sooner than later.” Cynesige winked at Dave, who shakily exhaled and braced himself. “And who better to lead the band than Princess Diiki, the feisty warrior-princess of the Kum lineage!?”
With a sizzling hiss, the magic gathered in Cynesige’s fingers exploded towards Dave in a flashing arc of apple-green light, sinking into his body with a loud zapping sound! Dave groaned as the magic blew his clothes away, gritting his teeth as he began to change.
The most obvious of which happened to concern his well-hung, half-erect cock~. With a loud huff, Dave slumped into his seat, panting as an unnatural heat began to settle into his stomach. He felt… gooey inside, as if someone had spilled a blob of hot mochi into his stomach— and his dick ached, it felt tight and stiff and he just wanted to touch it and stroke away that nagging sense of pressure. And he did exactly that, bringing his slimming fingers down to his crotch, running the increasingly feminine digits across his stiffy as his nails stretched and his skin began to turn a light, apple-green shade.
“F-Fuck, why d-doOOoes this f-feeEEeElll soOo gooOOOoOddd…?” Dave’s voice cracked several times as it rose upwards, going from his usual smooth baritone to a slightly squawky whine. His pleasured grunts also rose in pitch— and it wasn’t long before they were soft, blissful moans.
All the better to match his shrinking, warping body~. A few seconds before, that voice might’ve sounded weird in his big, masculine body… but that body didn’t exist anymore. Most of Dave’s muscles had shrunk within the last few seconds, melting into fat that gathered around his chest and hips and smoothed out his skin, making it taut and almost glossy. And they were still growing, fat was rushing to plump up his chest, and his ass, and slowly but surely, his body was starting to creep towards being feminine… His ears flared outwards as the remaining few traces of his masculine angles softened into graceful curves, and his hair began to gradually lengthen towards his shoulders— though Dave had more important things to worry about than bigger ears and longer hair.
Fat swelled beneath his nipples, which were puffing up like little muffin tops, making a pair of fat, teardrop-shaped tits blossom from his chest, each topped by a fat, plump nipple ringed by dark, swamp green areola. That light green shade had spread from his fingers, all the way across his body, and it had darkened as well, giving his skin a verdant blush— and not just his skin.
Dave— or rather, Diiki, she was too feminine and too goblin-like by now to be called Dave anymore —moaned when her ass ballooned and flattened itself against her chair, accidentally brushing a finger past her shrunken cock and dwindling balls. It sent a pleasant buzz up her spine that made her suck in a gulp of air— which was quickly followed by another round of strong, warm tingles that made her dainty little toes curl.
Her cock had all but become a fat, swollen clit, and her balls had pretty much been totally absorbed by her body, leaving just a plump, soft mound where they’d disappeared. A mound that was gently pulsing, peeling apart in the middle and splitting itself into a lush, squishy set of labia, already wet and glistening with lust. Diiki shuddered when her finger was swallowed up by her lower lips, biting her lip with a soft whimper of bliss before sinking another finger inside herself.
It just felt so, so good, she couldn’t help it. Her soft, lime green folds were just so sensitive to the touch, every micrometer of contact her fingers made with her insides made her stomach bubble with a warm, wet heat that muddied her thoughts and made it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure. She didn’t even realize her friends were staring at her— all of her rapidly dwindling attention span was being directed towards her plump lips and fat tits, and her thin waist and thick thighs, and jiggly ass. She was fucking sexy~.
That mental fog continued spreading over Diiki’s body as she craned her neck to peer over the table— had she shrunk more? She wasn’t sure, she hadn’t really been paying attention for the last few seconds, but she… remembered being bigger. Maybe? Being small felt right, though. Three feet was more than enough height for a sexy gobbo like her…
Diiki’s thoughts drifted back to her drooling snatch, and with a lusty giggle, she plunged another finger into herself, licking her lips excitedly as her clothes started to shimmer back into existence. But instead of the Taylor Swift shirt and skinny jeans that she’d been wearing before, now, it was a shiny set of thin bikini armor, covering naught but her swollen green labia and perky, dusky nipples— not entirely useful for battle, but very, very sexy.
And that was all Diiki really cared about at the moment! Looking sexy, having sex, fighting, and drinking! All essential parts for a warrior princess to engage in! Grinning, she stared up at the exotic, oriental woman beside her, sniffing the air with a clear look of excitement as her hair finished lengthening around her shoulder blades. It smelled like… like pussy! Hot, rich, moist, fragrant pussy! “You! Big girlie!”
Diiki squeakily yelled, putting her hands on her hips with a haughty, bratty smirk, shamelessly eying Lily’s body before hopping up onto Lily’s lap, ‘towering’ over her girlfriend. “Diiki want pussy now! You give, Diiki give~.” With a sultry pant, Diiki clasped her hands behind her back, resting them against her ass. “Diiki smart gobbo, heh. Diiki make pretty girlie suuuuper important, pretty girlie give pussy, everybody happy!”
Cynesige, meanwhile, had his eyes closed with a delighted look on his face, and a smug hum escaped him when Lily let out a horny, excited pant. He opened his eyes, taking in Lily’s look of anticipation before cheerfully rubbing his hands together. “You’ll be taking Diiki up on her offer, then?”
“Hell yeah~!” Lily grinned, blushing excitedly at the thought, taking in the confused looks her friends were giving her as she rubbed Dave— Diiki’s head. She felt kinda bad for not explaining everything first, they had to be completely fucking flabbergasted… but that would just make the changes that much more interesting for them~. And for Cynesige! She’d only really talked with him once, when Dave and her had first opened the book, but she was a big, big fan of his histories. He was very… creative with his plotlines, and she was more than happy to see out his vision~. “Do what you need to do~.”
“Oh, trust me, I will, Leikiya the court sorceress~.” Cynesige winked, idly flicking his hands towards Lily with a cheerful chuckle.
Purring, Lily steeled herself, gasping when a lilac burst of magic hit her square in the chest and disintegrated her clothes, exposing her perky nips and glistening cunt for her friends to stare at. Eager to dig into her reward, Diiki opened her mouth, exposing her jagged little teeth and her thick, rugged tongue, wasting no time bringing her lips down to Lily’s lower pair as the latter began to change as well!
Diiki’s hungry slurps and sucks echoed around the living room as her tongue parted Lily’s labia and lapped against her insides, and they mixed with Lily’s stuttered, pleasured gasps of delight. Those, of course, were a result of the changes Cynesige had bestowed upon her— Lily’s fingers and toes were starting to melt together, flesh clinging to itself as the bones within melted away, and it felt amazing. Better than amazing, orgasmic!
All across her skin, little scaly indents were beginning to form, first around her belly button, then her back and thighs, trailing down her legs and up her arms before ringing her collarbone and climbing up to her cheeks— leaving the majority of her underside, tits, and face unscaled. And along with them, her skin was slowly turning a rich, royal purple, with a snow white layer to contrast the rich color lining Lily’s underbelly, with a few extra white scales on her cheeks. Her pupils narrowed as her skin continued to darken and harden, squeezing into thin, vertical slits that dilated and flickered back and forth as Diiki’s teeth lightly grazed her clit. “Fuckkk, yessssss…”
Lily hissed, literally, and brought her rapidly truncating arms up to her chest to grope at her swelling tits, using the stubby, chicken wing-like stumps to awkwardly grope her pale, perky nipples and grape-colored boobs. She had completely forgotten about her audience, just like Diiki had, and she let out a loud, ecstatic squeak of bliss when a faint, bleached patch of skin started fading in, positioned right between her tits… which slowly started to swell into a nipple, which pulled more fat into her chest, making all three of her burgeoning breasts plump up, nice and taut and heavy… for once in her life~.
Obviously, Cynesige’s plans for Lily involved something reptilian— her vanishing arms and merging legs were a pretty clear indication, assuming the scales had somehow gone unnoticed. Lily’s moans petered out into a soft, insistent hiss as her tongue forked and stretched, becoming long and slender, and she unhinged her jaw with a soft pop to give her sharpening canine teeth more room to grow into thin, dagger-like fangs. She purred, narrowing her already slit-like eyes even further as her arms disappeared into her shoulders, torso writhing excitedly as her legs finally finished merging together into a long, muscled tail.
Her ass, unfortunately, had fallen prey to that merge— and her cheeks were no more, swallowed up by the tide of flesh that had knitted her legs together into one thick mass. Her pussy, too, hadn’t survived the change, and apart from a soft mound of flesh poking out from beneath the creamy white scales, she was completely smooth from the waist down.
Not for very long, though. That mound slowly swelled from a small bump to a fat, puffy dome, before gaping open to reveal a slick, lilac colored hole— a cloaca. Not quite a pussy, not quite an anus, but a mixture of both, with the soft velvety texture of pussy folds and the firm, bouncy muscle of an ass lining a hole wide enough for Diiki’s fist to slip into.
“Sssssssss~.” Leikiya hissed, coiling her tail around Diiki’s thighs with a satisfied smile, tongue flicking out of her mouth as her triplet of tits wobbled against her chest. She firmly squeezed her new Mistress’ body, rubbing her cool, dry scales against Diiki with a sultry, flirty giggle, gracefully swaying from side to side as the residual magic lingering in her body made her grow.
And not just a small growth spurt, either. Leikiya’s tongue darted in and out of her mouth as the chair creaked beneath her rapidly expanding frame, and she hurriedly slithered onto the floor, holding Diiki with her tail the same way a child would hold a teddy bear. Arching her back, Leikiya hissed, ecstatically wiggling her hips as an extra foot added itself to her frame— and then another, and another, and another, until her former five-foot body was tightly crammed against the ceiling and her tail stretched into the hallway. She was easily at least eight feet— her upper half, at least. Her tail, on the other hand, had to be at least a dozen, maybe more— and the girth of Leikiya’s tail had grown to anaconda-sized portions as a result.
It was lucky, then, that her clothes only started appearing after she finished growing— much to Diiki’s disappointment. The curvy goblin princess detangled herself from Leikiya’s coils with a grumpy huff, licking her moistened face clean before nimbly scrambling up Leikya’s backside and straddling her thighs around the massive naga’s shoulders.
“Stupid clothes.” Diiki clenched her thighs around Leikiya’s neck with a pout, using her toes to prod at the pale, gossamery, light gold and silver, partially-translucent robes layering themselves onto Leikiya’s body, which were vaguely reminiscent of a harem dancer’s silks. Just much more decent looking. Sort of. It was hard to label it as decent when Leikiya’s entire body was visible through it, but in fairness, it did cover up all her naughty bits…
A thin golden collar manifested itself around Leikiya’s neck a moment later, snugly pinching the skin there before infusing her with a little extra magic. A ghostly shimmer faded in behind Leikiya, quickly solidifying into a quartet of translucent, purple mage hands! They quivered for a split-second before linking with Leikiya’s mind, then rushed up to Diiki’s chest, playfully cupping and patting the goblin princess’ knockers…
“Ooohh, Diiki like thatttt~.” Wantonly moaning, Diiki brought her own hands up to her boobs, fiercely competing with the magical ones for space.
Leikiya giggled, craning her neck over her shoulder to nuzzle her Mistress’ thigh with her cheek as her gaping cloaca slowly sealed itself again— and as she did, she lowered herself back down to eye level with her friends, who stared at her, Diiki, and Cynesige with looks of complete shock. They couldn’t possibly deny that the book was magic now, but they still had SO many questions…
“O-Ok. Um…” Zara bit her lip, staring at Leikiya and Diiki with a puzzled, but horny, look of astonishment. “I… ok, what the fuck?” She turned her attention to Cynesige, hesitantly speaking up after suspiciously eyeing him for a second. “Are you turning us into D&D characters?”
Cynesige scoffed, brushing off Zara’s question. “No, no, no, that’s not what this is. Your lovely friends—” He gestured at Leikiya and Diiki, smirking as he gathered more magic in his hands. “—have volunteered to play out the history of Zhatan, and you are all welcome to participate, should you desire. I have no need for unwilling actors— I am a fictionologist, not a slave driver.” Cynesige laughs at his own joke, spreading his arms with an easygoing smile, unshaken by the incredulous looks he’s being given. “So? What say you?”
Emmy frowned, staring up at Leikiya. “But we don’t even get to choose our characters…”
“Yeah. And I don’t see how this really makes things more fun.” Lachlan mused to himself, tapping his fingers against the table. “The gimmick’s going to wear off after the first few minutes.”
“Oh, don’t you fear!” Cynesige laughed again. “You’ll enjoy yourselves, I have no doubt about it. And you, redheaded man, you have your doubts, do you? Do you really think a Head of Fictionology such as myself wouldn’t dream up an interesting history to tell? You wound me, boy.” Feigning offense, Cynesige wiped away a mock tear, gesturing at Leikiya and Diiki with his magically-infused hand. “But I forgive you! In fact, allow me to put those fears at ease…”
A slow-moving, almost syrupy-looking globule of black magic separated itself from Cynesige’s fingers and drifted over to Diiki and Leikiya— both of whom were still very busy getting frisky with each other, so busy, in fact, that they only noticed the magic creeping towards them when it was practically touching them. They both squeaked in shock and recoiled from the hazy, smoky clump, holding out their hands in a futile attempt to bat it away.
The instant their fingers touched the haze, however, it sprang to life, exploding outwards as a mess of choking dust that enveloped both women. Both of them froze in place, going perfectly still as a glossy sheen settled onto their skin, making them look more and more plastic by the second…
Their eyes took on a glassy, artificial look as the magic continued to spread inside them, converting them into stiff, lifeless plastic— even their clothes stiffened in place around them, locking into position as the magic began compressing them next~.
Soon, all that was left of Diiki and Leikiya were two plastic figurines, incredibly detailed and expertly made, but just as lifeless as any other piece of plastic. They’d shrunken to about a tenth of their size— Leikiya was about two and a half feet long from head to tail tip, while Diiki was just under six inches. Both figurines were stuck in the last pose they’d been holding, but they quickly shifted into an action pose when Cynesige plucked them off the floor and set them back down on the table.
Setting aside the fact that they’d just been living beings a couple of seconds ago, they made for a striking pair. Diiki, with a claymore half her size gripped in both hands and a determined look on her face, striking a defensive pose, with Leikiya coiled behind her, her mage arms glowing with golden magic and her face locked into a jubilant smirk.
“Ta-da! See, you won’t simply be sitting at the table, chatting and re-enacting a poor playwright’s copy of my history. No, no no no, no, I’m SO much bigger and better than that, you will live out this history! No make-believe, no memorizing lines or rushing to meet stage cues or crafting rudimentary decorations— I have provided everything, I simply need my adventurers to take the proverbial stage.” Grinning, Cynesige spread his hands, looking around the room with an expectant look.
Cynesige’s pleased smile faltered when he saw the horrified looks directed at him, and he held up his hands defensively, closing his eyes in exasperation. “Before you all lose your minds, rest assured that those two adventurers are perfectly fine. Like I said, I’m no slavedriver, rest assured you will all go unharmed. Mostly.”
“MOSTLY!?” Patrick yelled, backing away from the table. “You turned Dave and Lily into figurines!”
“Well, yes, obviously, dear boy!” Cynesige replied, looking baffled at Patrick’s outburst. “How else do you propose I insert them into the story of Zhatan? This is powerful magic at play, ritualized magic, I can’t just wave my hands and spout some archaic nonsense and expect it to work! There are rules, boy, and really, would you want that pair groping each other while I do my work???”
Sputtering, Patrick shook his head, looking around at the rest of his friends— Henry and Zara actually looked interested, Emmy and Aiko too, and even Lachlan? “Well, no, but— Come on, someone back me up here!”
His friends looked around, avoiding Patrick’s gaze, too embarrassed to admit that things were starting to sound interesting. Was it weird and sketch? Absolutely— but Cynesige didn’t seem evil. Loopy, maybe, insane, even, but not malicious at all, and honestly, how could they refuse a chance to play out a D&D campaign with REAL magic? And a REAL setting too?
The awkward, strained silence stretched on for another few seconds before Aiko piped up, apologetically shrugging. “Sorry, Patrick~. It sounds fun~!”
Henry joined in a moment later, sheepishly grinning with an equally apologetic look. “Yeah. This shit is fucking insane, Dave just turned into a fucking woman, but… fuck, it does look cool. And, well…” He looked down at Zara, who raised an eyebrow at him, cocking her head with an expectant look, daring him to say something. Which he did. “And I kind of want to see what my girlfriend’s gonna look like when the magic guy’s done with her. She’s already super cute, so— Hey, ow, babe.” Wincing, Henry rubbed his shoulder where Zara had punched him, looking confused when she huffed and rolled her eyes.
“You guys, come on… you can’t be fucking serious…” Patrick groaned, rubbing his forehead. He glanced at the figurines sitting pretty on the table again, then switched his attention to his boyfriend. “Lachlan, you’re not—”
“Sorry, boo.” Lachlan shrugged. “When in Rome…” He trailed off, looking genuinely sorry— which was enough for Patrick to sigh and take a seat back at the table, grumbling softly.
“Fine.” Patrick muttered. “Fuck it, if you want to do it, I’ll tag along. But if shit goes down…”
“That’s the spirit!” Cynesige interrupted with a loud cheer, clapping his hands. “So… which amongst you wish to join next?”
“Him!”
“Her!”
Henry pointed at Zara at the exact same moment she pointed at him, and they both gave each other sideways glances, narrowing their eyes. Zara’s lips curled into a sly smirk as she stared her boyfriend down, and she gave him a pat on the back, cooing softly as she nudged him forward.
“Why don’t you go first, bro?” She stared up at him, challenging him to protest— cutting him off when he tried. “You were SO interested, after all… only fair that you get to experience it first, don’t you think?”
Henry shook his head, scoffing a little. “Interested in you, babe. Come on, I bet you’ll look sexy after you’re done transforming.” He grinned when Zara rolled her eyes and nudged his sides, keeping her at bay as he turned to address Cynesige instead. “Hey, wizard dude, what do you think? Me, or Zara?”
“Mmm…” Cynesige stroked his chin, sinking into thought. He muttered to himself while Zara and Henry continued to playfully bicker, eyes darting between them for a couple of seconds— before settling on Zara. Something about her just seemed right for what he had in mind— and it would certainly be interesting enough for the large man. That would be a reaction worth seeing~. “I’d say it would have to be… the lady! Zultrak, the barbarian, seek thy new vessel!”
“What!?” Huffing, Zara let go of Henry’s arm, mouth open in shock. She put a hand over her chest, looking scandalized— and then scared when a ball of blood-red magic materialized in Cynesige’s hand. “W-Woah, wait, come on, you don’t possibly think— eek!”
She yelped as the ball of magic swooped down to her crotch, involuntarily moaning as a hot, sticky sensation settled into her gut, arching her back when her clothes melted into a slick, watery goo that quickly evaporated. No wonder Lily and Dave had been enjoying themselves, this felt good. Really, really fucking good. Clutching her stomach with one hand and brushing her long, blonde hair out of her face with the other, Zara panted, feeling her jaw stretch forward into a slender, scaly snout as her tailbone began to ache and tingle, stretching out of her backside inch by inch. Like Lily, scales were forming all across her body, but instead of purple and white, Zara’s scales were dusty black and tawny red, making her look much fiercer~. Muscles began to bulge out against her skin, replacing the soft, smooth texture with firm bands of muscle— all while her body slimmed down, losing its curves in favor of more muscle.
“Aargghh, fucckkk..” Firm pecs and well-defined abs emerged from Zara’s chest as her tail whipped around behind her, and as her fingers thickened into claws and her nails began merging with her fingertips, turning sharp and black, her voice deepened, turning her blissful moans into a pleased, excited growl. Unlike Dave and Lily, she was turning into a male character— one with a very prominent bulge forming on his crotch…
Zara’s lips contorted into a sadistic, self-satisfied smirk as her snout continued to lengthen, and with a content grunt, she brought a hand down to her crotch, plunging her growing claws into her shrinking snatch, jilling herself as her clit swelled and throbbed against her palm. She flexed her neck as her blonde hair clumped together into thick, black, oily dreadlocks, whipping her tail around as her fingers were slowly forced out of her shrinking pussy— growling louder and louder as her vertebrae jutted out to form a row of scutes along her back. “Ooh, yessss, that’s fucking good, fuck, mmm, MMM~!”
Pulling on her cock and drooling were the only two things Zara was thinking about, apparently— because the rest of her changes went completely unnoticed by her, as occupied as she— or rather, he —was stretching out his new cock. His increasingly beady eyes didn’t spark any concern, nor did her shrinking hips, or the throbbing muscles in his jaw. Not even his androgynous, barely-masculine body was enough to draw his attention away from his hard, pulsing clit-cock.
It couldn’t be called a cock, not exactly, but it was too thick and hard and erect to be called a clit— though bit by bit, it was leaning towards the former, growing much longer, and… somewhat girthier. As far as dicks went, it was a pretty feminine looking one. Bestial, yes— it was the same dusty gray as the rest of Zultrak’s body, with a tapered tip and a weirdly textured, wavy surface that definitely made it look exotic, to say the least —but it was still undeniable a cute, slender cock. That girth, that hefty, meaty weight… it just didn’t have it.
Not that Zultrak cared, though. He growled as a tribal headdress sprouted from his dreadlocks, snapping his jaw shut as he tore his hands away from his crotch. A bonetooth necklace draped itself across his neck as a thick leather cape fluttered over his shoulders, rife with archosaurian symbols. A thin tribal kilt formed over his waist as arm guards wrapped around his wrists, and decorative bands lined his tail before the magic ebbed away, leaving Zultrak fully transformed.
Henry, in the meantime, had been staring in complete shock. His blonde, hot girlfriend had just turned into this… jungle crocodile man! Granted, said man was still pretty and kind of feminine, but this wasn’t what he thought would happen! He’d been expecting something more vanilla, and much less scaly… a demure, busty elf perhaps, or a flirty, sex-crazed succubus…
And his dismay was pretty obvious, because Cynesige grinned and crossed his arms, tutting softly as he wagged his finger at Henry— who was busy watching Zultrak reach beneath his skirt. “Expecting something else, boy?” With a teasing lilt to his voice, he sneakily gathered another charge of magic in his palm, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“W-Well…” Henry faltered, looking a little embarrassed as he averted his eyes from Zultrak. “Didn’t expect you to turn my girlfriend into some sissy gator boy… Not that it’s bad or nothing, I just…” He pursed his lips, returning his attention back to Zultrak, staring at his lithe, gracefully athletic figure with a miniscule hint of lust— but mostly just interest. It felt weird to admit it, but damn, if his girlfriend did look kinda good this way. Not in any sort of gay way, he didn’t swing like that, but… Zultrak was pretty. And handsome. Couldn’t deny that.
And his interest didn’t go unnoticed, because Zultrak winked at Henry, gruffly snickering to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. “See something, big man? Want to wrestle with Zultrak? DO you?”
“Uh…” Henry switched his focus again, returning his gaze to Cynesige. “Yeah, I dunno. I kind of, uh, you know, thought we’d be getting it on together in this like… fantasy world thing…” He trailed off when Cynesige’s smirk widened, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Hey, why’re you—”
“Shhhhhh! Don’t you worry about that… Hua, the elvish bard, has no such qualms about relationships with men~.” Cynesige cackled when Henry began protesting, lobbing the ball of golden magic at his face with a smug hum.
Henry gasped when the magic struck him— acting as if he’d been dunked into a pool of ice water —and doubled over, sputtering loudly as the magic soaked into him and infused his body with a light yellow glow… a glow which quickly diffused into his skin and smoothed it over, turning his rugged arms and muscular legs soft and supple and very girly, much to his dismay.
“Yo! I didn’t sign up to be a— nnhhh, fuck, that feeeEEeeels…” Henry clapped a hand over his mouth as his voice cracked and rose an octave, gulping nervously when his Adam’s apple jerkily rose up his throat and started melting away, turning his quiet, frantic panting and cursing cuter and breathier by the second. He angrily scowled at Cynesige as his face narrowed, rapidly blinking as his eyelashes lengthened and his lips plumped up against his hand. “You b-baaAastard!”
Talking only made Henry even more embarrassed— and a fire-engine red blush flooded his face when he caught the rest of his friends, and Zultrak looking at him in surprise… and in Zultrak’s case, excitement. Even worse was the fact that he could recognize the lascivious eyes that Zara always made when they were in bed together, mirrored in Zultrak’s beady, crocodilian slits… and for some reason, that made him horny.
But instead of the usual pressure and stiffness that tended to tent his trousers, there was this… soft, gooey warmth that pulsed inside his stomach, that caught him off guard and forced a humiliatingly girly moan out of his mouth. Henry stifled it, of course, but he couldn’t stop another few embarrassed squeaks from slipping through his fingers as the warmth in his stomach grew, making it tingle pleasantly…
“H-Hey! D-DooOoOn’t just stare a-at me!” Henry yelped, brushing his newly blonde hair out of his face as it stretched past his cheeks, clearing his throat in a frantic attempt to preserve a bit of his manly dignity, even as his chest puffed outwards and his waist shrank inwards. He flinched when his fingers slipped past his stretching ears, yanking his hand away from his face like he’d been burned as he struggled to hide his swelling ass and tits, growing more and more flustered by the second at the strange tingles and aches welling up inside him.
Looking down didn’t make things any better— and a shocked squeal echoed around the living room when Henry saw how small his cock had gotten in the last half minute. He quickly covered himself up with his dainty, slender hands— but everyone had already gotten a look at his smooth, girly cock and soft, tiny balls. And it wasn’t hard to imagine both of them shrinking smaller and smaller with every second that passed~.
Henry’s moans became more and more obscene as his balls began to flatten out into smooth, supple labia, and a bit of milky pre oozed through his fingers as the last of his manhood left his cock, seconds before it closed up and became nothing more than a stiff, twitching clit. Most of Henry’s flustered protests had died down by now… and he just moaned and squirmed in place as the thin swath of skin between his puffing labia deepened and carved a path inside him.
And when that path finally kissed his freshly formed womb, Hua arched her back in delight, panting as a delicate orgasm washed over her slender, willowy frame. She shivered as the pleasure settled into her bones, shakily exhaling as translucent, gossamer-thin robes draped themselves onto her body. They were mostly white, with stripes of baby blue outlining her curves, and a few specks of silver around the hem and sleeves— but the color didn’t do anything to hide the heaving pair of creamy white tits beneath them, or the tiny hint of pinkness glistening around Hua’s crotch…
She straightened up after another few seconds, blushing a deep, rich crimson when she saw everyone’s eyes staring at her, silently judging the outfit. “D-Don’t look at me like that!!! Th-This isn’t— I’m not a whore! These robes are p-part of the traditional priestess’ a-attire!”
Despite her flustered shouts, Hua made no effort to hide her body— or stop Zultrak from sauntering over and putting a clawed hand on her thigh. She just shuddered, biting her lip as the tips of her ears darkened and her breaths quickened. “N-Now look here, a-archosaurian, b-b-behave thyself, th-thou art in the presence o-of e-elvish clergy…” She muttered, staring down at Zultrak, who just smirked and flashed her a toothy smile.
“I’m looking, sweet elf~.” Zultrak growled, his androgynous voice carrying a strong hint of possessiveness over to Hua that didn’t go unnoticed— seeing as her blush somehow deepened even further. She squeaked when his claws dug into her tender flesh, laughing nervously when he brushed aside his kilt to reveal a thin, but lengthy cock.
“W-Wait, I-I’m a priestess, th-thou—”
“Don’t even bother lying to me, I can smell your sweet elvish cunt drooling~.” Zultrak purred back, swaying his hips back and forth, snickering when Hua’s eyes followed the gentle bob and weave of his shaft. “Just get fucked like the good, subby whore you a—”
No doubt Hua would have let Zultrak do exactly that— but unfortunately for both of them, they didn’t get a chance to… improve race-relations before a quick splash of magic made them freeze in place and shrink away. Cynesige picked up the newly made figurines a few moments later with a small smirk, shaking his head as he set them next to Diiki and Leikiya— Zultrak striking a fierce pose with his snout open to show his toothy maw, and his tail whipping around his back, with Hua in a more supportive role, standing behind him with a harp in her hands, frozen mid-strum with her mouth open in song.
The room was quiet for about a half second, until Emmy broke the silence by releasing the breath she’d been holding. She… looked excited. For half a second, anyway— the instant she caught Patrick and Lachlan staring at her, she scowled, quickly wrestling her expression back to neutral before hugging Aiko’s arm, turning her nose away from the boys.
Aiko humored Emmy, of course, lovingly stroking Emmy’s arm to soothe her, sweetly whispering to her as Patrick shot Lachlan a nervous, apprehensive glare— there just wasn’t any point in engaging with Emmy, she was totally anti-social and only really redeemable around Aiko.
“Lachy, are you sure you want to do this…?” Patrick mumbled, inching away from Cynesige when a new bubble of magic started to surge in his palm. “I-I’m sure four people is more than enough for this wizard—”
“I am a history fictionologist, thank you!” Cynesige rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a disappointed scowl. “I didn’t spend a millennium studying historical fictionology just to be called a wizard. Is that really what you think of me? Did I perhaps accidentally tattoo a sigil of Itotia on my arse?”
Patrick groaned, setting aside the question he was about to ask about what the hell Cynesige’s definition of a wizard was, or what, or who Itotia was. “That’s not the fucking point! I just don’t want to get sucked into something and end up stuck for, I dunno, a decade! I don’t want to get Jumanji-fied!”
“Ju-man-ji…?” Furrowing his brow, Cynesige mouthed the word to himself, quizzically tilting his head. “What is a Juma—”
Lachlan interrupted him, squeezing Patrick’s hand tight as the latter took a strained, slightly frantic breath. “It’s a story about people being trapped in a board game, some of them miss out on years of their life. Pat’s worried that you’ll do the same to him, make him lose out on yeeeears of student debt payments, hah.”
Patrick snorted, but he couldn’t help but nervously laugh at Lachlan’s joke. “Shut up, Lachy. That’s important shit, I’m not gonna take part if I come back to ten years of interest and inflation.”
“Interest…? Inflation…?” Cynesige only looked more puzzled by Patrick’s concerns, furrowing his brow and stroking his chin as he muttered the words to himself again.
Patrick and Lachlan groaned together this time. “Just forget it, all that matters is that I don’t want to get stuck inside some crazy fantasy land for a decade, alright?” Patrick grumbled, tsking softly and shaking his head. “Look, just… I dunno, just tell me how time works when it comes to this… uh, history fiction… something.”
“Historical Fictionology, thank you.” Cynesige rolled his eyes, looking mildly annoyed at being ordered around so much. “And you should’ve just said so if that was what you were working yourself up over. No, you will not emerge from the history ten years later.”
“So then… what timeframe are we looking at?” It was Lachlan’s turn to say something, and he blushed a little before continuing. “Cause if there’s time to bake after this, I’d really be down…”
“Awwww~.” A smile broke out across Patrick’s face, and he leaned over and gave Lachlan a kiss on the cheek, making Lachlan’s faint blush deepen slightly— and forcing a scoff out of Emmy at the same time.
She coughed when Cynesige and the boys turned towards her, staring back at them with a confused, nervous look. “Whaddya want?” She grumbled, slouching into her seat.
A moment of silence followed— until Cynesige broke it with a sigh. “Anyway. This is a rather long story, so a time of… hmm, perhaps five, six hours? I’m afraid you won’t be able to bake tonight, though there will be plenty of opportunities for you two to do so while you’re venturing around Zhatan with your fellow party mates. Agreeable, no?”
Patrick and Lachlan shared a glance, deliberating for a few seconds, silently judging each other before coming to a conclusion. “Yes… That’s…” Both of them said at the same time, then stopped, then awkwardly laughed and offered for the other to go first— which of course devolved into a contest of politeness, with Patrick offering Lachlan to go ahead, then Lachlan refusing and telling Patrick to say his part, then repeat, until they finally just huffed and rolled their eyes at each other and started again in unison.
“Yeah, fine.” Patrick started, letting Lachlan pick up where he left off.
“Should be a fun time, hopefully! Just as long as we’re both hot~.” Lachlan smirked, holding out his hands when Patrick put his hand against his forehead. “What? Look, if I’m going to be part of this, I want to be some dashing, charming prince, with nice thick muscles and lots of experience under his belt.”
Patrick’s exasperated, thin-lipped look quickly morphed into an amused smirk as Lachlan rattled off his description, and he wagged his finger as he countered Lachlan’s fantasy with his own. “Hot. Butttt, you know, I think maybe a dashing ranger with his own sense of justice, lean and strong from years of forest life— Woah!”
Distracted as they were, they hadn’t noticed Cynesige charging up yet another blast of magic, this time an orange spark leveled at Lachlan. He wiggled his fingers as the magic sank into Lachlan’s skin, grinning like a madman when rough, whitish-gray bark-like patches started to sprout from Lachlan’s body, absorbing his clothes. “Whoops. Finger slipped. Have fun being a treant druid, Lotam~.”
“Oohh, god…” Lachlan groaned, rubbing his arms as his flannel shirt hardened into an almost armor-like bark, shakily exhaling as his cock tented his pants. “Fuck me, n-no wonder everyone was fucking… haaah, mmmhfff…” Gritting his teeth, he held back a moan, eyes fluttering as they turned a smooth, yellow-gold amber color. And the bark wasn’t the only thing growing— Lachlan’s body was too, literally. Instead of the scaling effect that Lily had gone through, Lachlan was physically growing, shuddering and quivering against his chair as his fingers stretched, becoming long and twig-like, taking short, sharp gasps as his bones and internals started to merge together with the wood spreading across— and now through —his body.
“Oh fffffuckk, th-that’s weird…” Lachlan groaned, staring down at himself as he held onto Patrick's hand for moral support. He bit his lip, noting how firm it was getting as his legs twisted into gnarled, root-like messes, splitting apart into a total mess of splayed root systems and tangled fibers, still halfway between flesh and wood. Little bits of softer, pinker wood were interspersed with the much sturdier, light brown portions, and they twitched, wriggling about before falling still and lifeless. But not for long— as more and more of Lachlan’s lower body exploded into a convoluted jumble of roots, they started to move again, twitching their way back to life before curiously feeling around and knotting themselves together again…
They slowly started shaping themselves back into leg-like masses, just in time for Lachlan’s arms to get the same treatment, mercifully without the odd half-flesh, half-wood insides this time. Just clean, brownish wood that was quickly covered with a thin layer of smooth willow bark that stretched and twisted into a canopy of slender branches that shuddered before braiding all together into arms again.
“Goooodddddd…” Lachlan groaned, bringing one of his gnarled branch-hands up to his neck when he heard his voice leap an octave. It was already bordering on androgynous, but now it was creeping into the feminine registers, soft and delicate, with a strange wheezy, airy quality to it that made it sound like branches rustling in the wind. His voice had also slowed down massively, now, it was just a light hum that lingered in the room as he sluggishly reached up to his head.
There, his hair was turning stiff and green, forming long, pliable stems that drooped over his neck and shoulders as they fell over his back and chest, brushing up against each other as tiny leaf buds sprouted out, alternating from side to side! They unfurled and stretched into slender leaves, blanketing Lachlan’s body in a thick curtain of willow leaves that blew around his head like a wedding veil, masking the fact that his face was merging with the bark creeping up his neck… his mouth hardened into a thick whorl of bark, and his nose soon followed, along with his ears, and finally his eyes, which sunk into two knots before a soft green light flared to life within.
Just in time for Lotam to finish growing, a full three feet taller than they’d been previously, now a slender, willowy nine-foot-six. They let out another airy moan as their cock melted into their barky crotch, gasping for breath as an enormous pink flower bloomed from the empty expanse. As it bloomed, it filled the room with an overpoweringly sweet smell— making Patrick and the girls’ bodies grow warm and their crotches grow wet as it tickled the pleasure receptors in their brains.
“Oh, dear…” Lotam murmured as a glistening, sticky stigma surged out from the center of their flower, rubbing their hands along their body as several stamen popped out to accompany it. They blushed when they saw the aroused blushes on their friends’ faces, covering their flower with their hands and willing it to close again, murmuring an apology. “Forgive me… I couldn’t… help myself…”
It was weird, listening to Lotam talk. Not that they were unintelligible, quite the opposite, it was just that every word sounded like a sigh. Lotam brushed their “hair” out of their eyes, which flickered as they shuffled towards Patrick, hugging him in their branches.
“W-Woah…” Patrick gulped, staring up at his boyfriend. Could he even call them a boyfriend anymore? From what he remembered about flowers, they were both male and female… and there was the fact that his boyfriend’s slender cock had turned into a fucking flower in the first place! He couldn’t even wrap his head around that, how the hell did that work? Plus, they were looking a lot more feminine than usual, not to the point that it turned him off, but it was definitely starting to creep past femboy territory… He squirmed against Lotam’s embrace, unsure whether to freak out or hug him back, eventually compromising with a half-hearted pat as he nervously cleared his throat and muttered to himself. “Well, I guess you did end up forest-adjacent…”
“Indeed!” Grinning, Cynsige held up another ball of magic, this time a rich, royal purple, twirling it between his fingers as Patrick gasped in shock and jerked towards him.
“Don’t fucking eavesdrop on me!” Patrick yelled, looking scandalized, and apprehensive. He inched away from Cynesige, only to end up back up against Lotam, who laughed and pushed Patrick back towards the fictionologist, using their branches to keep him in place— an action which set Patrick off. “Dammit! Lachy, I swear to god, I— ack! You!” He groaned as the magic sank into his chest, mewling softly as his clothes crumbled to dust and exposed his gymnast’s build.
“Oho, gotcha~.” A very smug, cocky Cynesige lazily spun around and sat back at the head of the table, lacing his fingers together with a bemused smirk. “Have fun dancing around the tree, Puundai~. You’ll make a cute kitsune ranger~.”
“If I turn into something weird, I’ll… nnggfff… I-I—” Whimpering, Patrick let out a guilty moan of pleasure, struggling to keep his dick down with his hands as it rose to attention. He shuddered and went slack in Lotam’s arms as his muscles started to sink beneath his skin, squirming half-heartedly as he began to shrink, ever so slightly. He wanted to resist, or at least try and maintain a little dignity instead of moaning in front of the girls, and Lotam, but fuck, it was hard to resist that pull inside him, the warm, soft haze that made his body feel numb and squishy…
A nub formed around Patrick’s tailbone as another half-foot of height vanished from his body, and light, barely-visible tufts of black and purple fur started to rise from it as it stretched out of his body like warm taffy. He yelped when it twitched on its own accord, grabbing it with his rapidly thinning fingers to try and keep it under control— only to recoil in shock when curled around his thumb and started to split apart. “A-Ah! AH!”
He clamped a hand around his mouth when he heard a breathy, girlish yelp come out of it, moving that hand down to his throat, frantically searching for his Adam’s apple as he bit back a moan, blushing when he heard another sweet, clear whine pass his lips. This was too much, all at once— he didn’t know where to put his hands, on his growing tail, which was quickly splitting into MORE tails, or his throat, where his Adam’s apple was melting into his neck!
And before he could even make a decision about that, more changes started to appear all over his body— his skin was growing paler by the second, smoother too, his nails were sharpening, his muscles were coming back, leaner and thinner, his teeth were sharpening, his cock was throbbing and trying to sink into his crotch, his ears ached, his chest felt good, his body was growing soft and girly and short…
Gasping, Patrick squirmed against Lotam’s arms, mewling as his overloaded brain tried to make sense of it all. His ears were thickening, growing that same pattern of black and purple fur that his tail had grown, a black body with circular swirly purple highlights, they were turning into thick, sensitive triangles and migrating up his head— and his teeth were sharpening, not much, but enough to feel his canines prick his mouth as they honed themselves to a razor-sharp point.
His tail was still splitting itself, bursting out into an array of thick, fluffy fox tails that squirmed and danced behind him as his nails also sharpened themselves— he was up to five tails by now, and a sixth was coming in, breaking off from the most recently formed tail. His eyes were turning a smoky pink, his nose was shrinking and becoming more button-like, his jaw was softening and his collarbones were rising, pushing against his skin, all while his shoulders slimmed and his waist dug inward, flaring out his hips and plumping up his thighs, which squeezed his massively reduced cock between them, forcing out watery splurts of cum from his deflating ballsack.
“G-God, fuckk, I-I w-wanted to k-keep thaaaAAaat…” Patrick mewled, throwing his head back as his nipples stiffened to diamond-like points. He feverishly ran his hands all over himself, kneading his growing breasts and fondling his shrinking dick, slowly pulling his tits outwards and pushing his dick inwards, all while Lotam’s branches gently caressed the rest of his body, sinking into his plush butt, curling around his flattening tummy, nudging his cheeks and curling around his calves…
A final weak dribble of cum leaked over Patrick’s thighs as he pushed the rest of his tiny, pinky-tip sized dick inside himself, making him grit his teeth and arch his back, forcing his hips to rise upwards. His tails frantically wagged behind him as his balls melted against his crotch, and his ears stiffened and froze in place as a hole started to carve its way in the center of his former sack, making both sides plump up into delicate, pale lips as the hold opened up to reveal pink, tender flesh.
By now, all of Puundai’s tails had grown in— and she weakly panted, dangling from Lotam’s fingers, lapping up the drool threatening to creep down her chin as her breasts finished growing to a rather modest B-cup. She hadn’t lost much height either— only losing about a foot, now an adorably cute 5’2”.
That adorableness wouldn’t last for very long, though. As a shrine maiden-esque cloak and hood settled onto her body— in the same black and purple scheme, of course —a sadistic smirk found its way onto her face, making her eyes glimmer with malice. She cackled as she nimbly tore herself away from Lotam, silently landing on the ground as a form-fitting set of leather armor emerged from her snow-white skin. “Ahahahahahahaaaa, free at last!”
Baring her fangs, Puundai swept her eyes around the room, snarling at Emmy, who was very obviously staring at her with a lustful look. Emmy snarled back as she wrenched her expression back to normal, standing her ground even as Puundai started to stalk towards her, holding out her knife-like nails.
“Watch yourself, filth.” Puundai growled, flaring out her tails like a peacock as she made a slitting motion with her finger. “I won’t hesitate to spill your dirty commoner’s blood across the floor if you’re insistent on tempting fate, you don’t deserve to gaze upon a visage this— eek!” Puundai screamed as Lotam grabbed her from behind, angrily banging her fists against their bark as she struggled to free herself. “Release me at ONCE, you fool! I am Puundai! Legends are spread about me, children cower in fear and run back to their mothers at the mere mention of my deeds! You will NOT bind me again, I swear upon—”
“Ah, enough of that~.” Cynesige snapped his fingers, wiping his brow as the pair hardened and shrank towards the ground, idly scooping them up and putting them back on the table with an amused chuckle. “Ah, nearly done, nearly done~.”
He set Lotam in the back of the group, standing next to Lily— they were extending a gnarled hand forth, frozen in the middle of casting a spell, with their hair fluttering around their face and their legs firmly anchored into the ground, holding a defensive position. On top of them, Cynesige set Puundai down on his shoulders, with her slender thighs wrapped around his neck and her arms tightly holding onto a notched bow, one eye closed and the other narrowed in concentration. Behind her, her tails were flared out again, caught in the middle of writhing around.
“Mmm…” With a delighted hum, Cynesige made another few adjustments to the figurines, then clapped his hands and spun around to face Emmy and Aiko. “Just you two to go! Now then, I think we could do with a pair of nicer characters, someone needs to keep the rest of these perverts in line…”
“Whaaat?” Emmy’s nasally whine cut through Cynesige’s delighted humming, making him pause for a second to stare at her. She crossed her arms, avoiding the eye contact he was trying to make, grumbling and throwing a pathetic little tantrum. “Why do we have to be the nice ones??! I wanna make people do sexy stuff, like make them give me lapdances or cast orgasm spells or something! Being good is sooooo boring!”
“Oh, is that what my precious Emmy wants~?” Aiko gleefully purred, grinning as she put her hand on Emmy’s shoulder. “You can do that, can’t you, old guy?”
Cynesige stared at them for a moment, blinking a few times. He hadn’t talked very much with these two tonight, they’d mostly just been whispering to each other and watching the changes happen, but to think they were like this… Well, for one, he was curious to know why Lily had even let them come if they were going to be like… like this, but he was willing to give the benefit of the doubt and just assume they weren’t like this normally. Seeing all of those changes must’ve sparked something in their heads, made them think this was all just a game and that he was all powerful.. Ugh. Not the greatest look for them, all things considered— and now he really wanted to give them a little attitude adjustment. And perhaps later, a warning for Lily to not invite them again next time, if they weren’t going to behave…
Too late to kick them out now, though. The story still needed its last two heroes, and, well, maybe Emmy and Aiko would reform themselves slightly… “No, I can’t do that.” Cynesige shook his head, gathering a blinding white blaze in his palm. “And you could do well with some manners, so perhaps… a centauress paladin would behoove you… isn’t that right. Ambrosine~?” He thrust his hand towards Emmy— only to see Aiko throw herself in front of her girlfriend, gasping when the searing bolt of magic hit her square in the chest.
“Oh.” Cynesige wet his lips, looking genuinely surprised. “Well… Alright, then, enjoy, I suppose…” He trailed off, watching Aiko’s hair bleach to a silvery white color, sighing when Emmy just watched her girlfriend transform instead of actually doing anything about it. He’d definitely have a talk later with Lily…
Aiko tumbled onto the floor as her legs began to swell, clawing at herself as her clothes melted into her skin— her top just thinned into another layer, while her skirt clung to her thighs, turning a pure, bright white and taking on a fuzzy, pelt-like texture. Her chest swelled as her youthful features aged and her ears elongated, thinning into long, pointed horse ears. A soft bray escaped her as she shakily got back to her feet, torn between arousal and frustration, and she wobbled around unsteadily as her toes blackened and melted together, forming a thick, cloven pair of hooves, which clacked against the floor as her ankles rose upwards.
“Ugh, dammit! Y-You— hnng, fuck!” She yelled and charged towards Cynesige, only to fall face first against the ground with an unpleasant thump, hooves kicking around wildly as she struggled to get back to her feet. Normally, even with hooves, it would’ve been relatively simple, but her body wasn’t done changing just yet…
Muscles and mass spread across Aiko’s lower body as her waist started stretching forwards, forcing a second torso to rapidly grow between her chest and her hips, one that was thick and muscular and bestial, coated with more of that white, fuzzy pelt and too broad to look anywhere near human. It practically exploded into existence, momentarily giving Aiko’s body an oddly proportioned, stretched out look, with her legs and arms much too far apart and both halves of her body inexplicably separated by a thick flank of powerful muscle.
But as two tiny, bony nubs started to force their way out of Aiko’s body, right beneath her former waist, her lower half began to bulk up as well, flattening her glutes and widening her thighs, spreading them both out until they started to look more like horse legs than human ones. And not just any regular horse legs either, these were thick, strong legs, the kind that would be right at home with a warhorse, coated in a thick pelt layer and wider than Aiko’s torso.
As platinum-white hairs sprouted above Aiko’s rapidly thickening ass, her new front legs were thickening as well, putting on dozens of pounds of muscle mass as they surged out of her body, weakly wriggling around at first before firmly being planted on the ground.
It was a freaky transformation, even by tonight’s standards— it was like two separate changes were happening at the same time, with Aiko caught in between them both. Her lower half was becoming fully horse, while not much was happening to her upper half, just some extra fat on her breasts and some more muscle definition in her arms, along with her hair magically braiding itself into a thick ponytail.
It was tame— and that made it easy to overlook just how animalistic her lower half really was becoming. Her anus had thickened into a puckered, meaty donut, and contrary to the pure whiteness of her coat, Ambrosine’s labia had turned a rich, velvety black color, like wet coffee grounds, and it made them jump out— and to complicate things even more, they were merging together, melting into one thick, swollen blob of flesh that quickly sank downwards, plumping up into a fat, dangling pair of smooth, hefty balls.
“Oh, Jeldoa save me…” Ambrosine huffed, stamping her enormous, pie-sized hooves against the ground, throwing her head around like a horse would as she restlessly shuffled about, adjusting the stance of her back legs as her clit merged with its hood and began to balloon outwards, dragged across her underbelly by some invisible force and made longer, thicker, veinier…
The growing rod of meat pulsed as it swelled into a throbbing pole of mottled horsecock, with a rectangular, flared tip and a rubbery, fat medial ring tightly cinched around it. Glistening pre oozed from the tip as Ambrosine nervously danced from side to side, knuckles whitening as she clenched her hands together and whined. Stupid, vulgar, over-zealous penis! She hated the damn thing, it was her greatest shame, even though it was part of her royal inheritance! It just— “Aggh!”
With a frustrated groan, Ambrosine stalked off, huffing loudly as she paced a tight circle around the table, willing the blood coursing through her shaft to subside. Silvery armor materialized around her flank and shoulders as she did, followed by a sky-blue tunic on her chest and an equally blue caparison covering her flank, draped over her back and decorated with intricately embroidered symbols from her royal family’s crest of arms— a horse, obviously, a spear, a bow, a sun, all done in a quasi-medieval style that lent them a bit of old-fashioned charm. And just to help her along, a thick padded bra formed beneath the tunic, propping up Aiko’s bust by another few cups— it wouldn’t do for a noble centauress to NOT look her best, after all —and a thin, absorbent cocksleeve emerged from her foreskin and wrapped itself nice and neat around her throbbing shaft, hoisting it up against her underside with the help of some freshly formed straps, keeping it hidden beneath her caparison.
A shameful squeak squeezed through her throat when she caught Emmy staring at her underside anyway, and she quickly clopped over to Cynesige, hiding her horse half behind him— trying to at least —and jabbing an angry finger at her. “Y-You! Cease, at once! I will not be made a mockery of by— by a tiny, unkempt peasant!”
Emmy just rolled her eyes, stumbling out of her seat with a soft huff before walking up to Ambrosine, making the centauress squeal and clop away, trying to hide herself again. “Come on, Aiko, don’t be boring, just lemme take a look!” She pulled out her phone and made a lunge towards Ambrosine, intending to duck beneath her caparison to snap a few picture for later— but in the middle of scrambling forward, she felt her joints lock up… and a moment later, a very angry looking Cynesige ducked into her field of view. He let out a disapproving grunt and pursed his lips, slowly pulling one last glob of magic into his hands as he prepared to finish his job.
“Shame on you, Emmy.” He sighed, ignoring the frantic squeaks and protests coming out of her mouth. “Since you can’t show people some respect, let Evie teach you how. Perhaps you’ll be more reasonable as an itsy-bitsy fairy cleric.” He plucked her phone from her hands and set it back in her seat, tsking to himself before swinging back and pushing his palm against her forehead.
“Nooooo!” Emmy wailed as the magic flooded her mind and seeped into her body, making her veins flash a bright, vibrant turquoise. She quickly fell silent as the magic overloaded her brain, passing out for a moment before just as quickly regaining consciousness, grinning innocently as she fell back to the ground. “Oh! Hello, friends~!”
She waved at Cynesige and Ambrosine as they stared down at her, flashing them an unwavering smile even as her clothes vanished in a puff of sparkly glitter and her body rapidly dwindled in size, losing an inch every second. Two pairs of ridged bumps soon made themselves visible on her backside, nestled between her shoulder blades, and they slowly rose out of her skin, unfolding from her back like sheets of paper before beginning to mold themselves into shape.
While her wings were busy coming in, Emmy’s hair was shortening, locks of frazzled hair were being trimmed away, vanishing as they fluttered to the ground, leaving behind a neatly groomed bob that cheerfully bounced against the sides of Emmy’s face as she stiffened and then doubled over, moaning ecstatically. “Aaahn~!”
Her unashamedly ecstatic gasps of pleasure became almost cartoonishly squeaky as she dropped below the two foot mark, taking on a bubbly, sing-song tone the higher it got. Shivering excitedly, Emmy hugged her tits— which for some reason weren’t shrinking with the rest of her body —and started to eagerly stroke her comparatively massive nipples with her tiny, toothpick-width fingers, struggling to reach around her bust as it pulled her chest forward.
The very tip of a pair of pointed ears poked out of Emmy’s bangs as her quadruplet of wings merged together, forming a pair of pretty pink and blue butterfly wings that gracefully fluttered against her back as a flurry of leaves rained down on her and stuck to her body, forming a glossy legless dress and a cutesy leaf hat~.
Cynesige watched Evie hug her tits with a confused frown on his face, waving his hands again— and sighing when not even a single spark showed itself. He’d completely drained his magic reserves, which meant he couldn’t shrink Evie’s boobs back to their proper size… in fact, he swore they’d somehow grown bigger during the change. Unbelievable.
Evie sluggishly fluttered off the ground, barely even half a foot tall, with tits the size of watermelons dwarfing the rest of her body. She chittered something barely intelligible, then cleared her throat and switched back to Common speak, excitedly flying around Ambrosine’s head, swaying around from the weight of her oversized tits. “Oh my, oh gosh, by Marpizan’s flower groves, you’re adorable!”
“In… deed…” Ambrosine suspiciously narrowed her eyes, but she couldn’t help but warm up to this tiny, hyperactive fairy. “You’re quite adorable too, small one.”
“Really~!?” Evie gasped, clapping her palms to her cheeks.
Cynesige breathed a sigh of relief as the two freshly transformed girls started complimenting each other, taking a seat at the table. Much better. With an absentminded snap of his fingers, he turned Ambrosine and Evie into tiny figurines as well, using the tiny bit of magic he’d just regenerated to beckon them up onto the table, catching them as they flew towards him.
Ambrosine had found herself in a royal, haughty pose, with her cavalry lance held firm at her side and her front legs reared up, preparing to trample her enemies. Her somewhat hawkish face was narrowed in concentration, and her tail, neatly groomed, was frozen mid-swish, exposing her puffy anus and the bulge of her balls between her rear legs. She was set down in front of the rest of the figurines, leading the charge, and Evie joined her not too long after.
She was tiny, barely even an inch in size, the only thing that could be seen at a glance was her marble-sized tits, everything else you had to look closely for. It was difficult to tell what kind of position she was holding exactly, but looking closer, she was holding a bundle of herbs in one hand and frantically shaking a miniature potion bottle in the other, nervously staring down at the rest of her friends. But what was evident were the milky trails pooling off her nipples— which were of course her healing breastmilk~.
“Ah, finally…” Cynesige stared down at his collection, resisting the urge to toy with them a little more and simply play out his history on the tabletop, narrating his grand story with his new figurines. It would be a delightful departure from the usual method of historytelling he normally went for… but he had promised an adventure, so…
He pushed the figurines into the map, watching them sink into the paper and disappear into the table, then closed his eyes and gently put his fingertips together, letting himself fade back into the handbook. Zhatan was waiting for him…