Hihi! You all may remember that I was working on a D&D story a while back— it's been a while since then, and I've reworked it to make the story much easier to follow. I think it was suffering from a bad case of bloat and scope creep with over 12 characters, so I trimmed the cast down to 4, and moved the other characters to NPC roles! Here's the prologue again, hope you enjoy!
(Oh, and btw... Any feedback is super welcome! Send me a message on discord [orientalmagician] or message/comment in DeviantArt, and I'll link you to the google doc that I'm using to work on the story! I'll take any idea into account, so please, reach out and let me know what you have to say! I know you all have great ideas to share!)
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Prologue: Getting In Character
Henry stuffed his hands into his pockets after ringing the doorbell, and tried to keep the apprehension lingering in his mind from showing on his face. He was a big, burly, muscular mountain of a man, with warm, faintly-tanned, light cinnamon-hued skin wrapped around bulging muscles, which proudly filled his army tee and brown khakis. In his opinion, anything but stoic calm would just look weird. That opinion, in part, was reinforced by his position as one of the better linebackers on the team, but it was mostly in his head because of his army scholarship (and from growing up half-black in a not-so-great neighborhood). Life experiences had taught him that he couldn’t afford to look like a bitch.
Not that anyone would mistake him as one. Henry was brutish, strong… maybe a little bit like a neanderthal, but in a flattering, attractive way. It helped that his hair was a pretty chestnut brown, and that his heavy-set features made him look more like an old-timey superhero rather than a blundering oaf (though to be fair, he wasn’t exactly the sharpest knife on the block). It didn’t hurt that his eyes were a brooding, smoldering dark green, either. And he was tall, six-foot-three, towering over all but about two other people on campus.
Next to him, his girlfriend, Zara, couldn’t be any more different. She was tall for a girl, about five-foot-eight, but her height wasn’t what made her stand out from Henry. She looked like a stereotypical blonde, with huge tits, a fat ass, and soft, sun-kissed skin, dressed up in a tight, short white skirt and a low-cut, pink blouse. Her eyes were blue, her lips were full and glossy, and her nails were freshly adorned with a layer of sparkly pink polish— every bit of her screamed vapid, stupid blonde. She was a girl who wouldn’t look out of place on the cheer squad, with her toned, supple thighs, long, gorgeous legs, and perky, teardrop tits, and most people assumed that she was, given that she was going steady with Henry. But the truth couldn’t be further from that— despite looking like a shallow preppy valley girl, she was a massive dork, captain of the trivia team and well on her way towards getting her computer engineering degree. She’d been responsible for getting Henry to show up in the first place— by convincing him to come along with her (if by convincing, she meant promising him some steamy, kinky sex later).
A few minutes passed with no response. Henry impatiently fidgeted in place, wondering what was taking so long. A small frown settled into his face as he shuffled from foot to foot— but a light squeeze of his hand from his girlfriend made it soften into a relaxed smile.
“They’re taking a while, huh?” He joked, staring down at Zara, who shrugged and flashed him a knowing smirk.
“Knowing them, they’re, you know—” She curled one hand into a tight fist, then brought it up to her mouth, using her tongue to poke out the opposite cheek as she moved her hand back and forth. She winked when Henry raised an eyebrow, before breaking down into a fit of amused giggling.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Zara laughed, rolling her eyes when Henry grunted and shrugged. “Oh, come on, you are so weird about sex sometimes.”
“Whatever.” Henry grumbled. He wasn’t about to get into the same conversation with Zara about the topic, especially when her friends would probably just back her up. She was weird, that was something he’d come to terms with a few weeks after dating her, but it still made him feel a little embarrassed whenever she just brazenly brought up sex. It offended his southern sensibilities, having someone as cute as Zara do something so crude.
But he wasn’t stupid enough to try and force her to change it. He just tightened his hand around hers and squeezed her fingers tight, and reached into his pocket with his other hand to grab his phone— before being interrupted by the sound of muffled, frantic footsteps from behind the door. He quickly straightened up and brushed a loose curl of hair away from his forehead, letting his phone drop back into his pocket as the door creaked open.
It was Zara’s friend, Lily. She had a pinkish blush on her golden tan, youtaio-colored cheeks, and a slight tremble in her knees,which along with her ruffled purple Honors society t-shirt and creased black dolphin shorts, gave the impression that Zara’s initial assessment hadn’t really been all that far off. Her head just barely rose to Zara’s chest, and she was a whole foot and a half shorter than Henry, practically down at the bottom of his ribs.
“H-Hey guys!” She stammered, beckoning Henry and Zara inside with a quick lick of her lips. She sniffled a little, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sheepishly grinning when Zara shot her a knowing look. “Didn’t expect you two to get here for another ten minutes, Dave’s still in the shower… why don’t you two hang out in the living room for a bit, and I’ll get some snacks?”
Henry eyed Lily as his girlfriend happily nodded. Like Zara, Lily was a bit of a nerd— though more towards the literary side of the spectrum. She was slender, with a reserved, modest figure, which was just barely accented by a pair of tiny A-cups and a pert, round ass. Her thighs, however, were anything but modest— they were sleek and shapely, and plump enough to rub up against each other with every step Lily took. They tightly hugged her crotch— which Henry had heard was tight and puffy from Zara after she’d gone on a drunken gossipy rant about them. Owlish glasses hung on the thin bridge of Lily’s button nose, making her already small, round face look even smaller— and her magnified, almond-shaped eyes peered out from the thin frames, darting around the room as she led her friends into the well-furnished living room.
“Here, sit tight, I’ll be right back!” She cheerfully grinned, and brushed her silky, razor-straight, jet-black hair behind her shoulders, before sauntering off towards the kitchen with a faint limp to her step.
Henry gave Zara a look, which she returned with a shrug. She grinned back at him when he raised his eyebrow again, and teasingly stuck the tip of her tongue out when he narrowed his eyes.
Henry might have followed up this time— but a series of muted thuds from the stairs made him look over. Lily’s boyfriend, Dave, was coming down the stairs, looking suspiciously dry. He was a little taller than Zara, but not quite as massive as Henry, about six foot flat, maybe a tad shorter. He had on an Era’s shirt, along with black skinny jeans— with the zipper hastily pulled up.
He was a little older than everyone else, a few years out of college, but he didn’t show it— he looked like he could be in his second or even first year of uni. He was lean, wiry even, with well-toned abs and firm pecs, which could just barely be seen against his shirt. His jaw was sharp, and he had a Mediterranean tan, which contrasted with his swept-back, tawny-red hair, and which made his emerald green eyes pop in a way that made them so easy to fall into. Light curls of hair shaded his arms, and through the neck of his t-shirt, a bit of fuzz could be seen clinging to his sternum.
He awkwardly waved to Henry and Zara as he walked over and joined them in the living room, brushing his shirt down before seating himself on the couch across from them. He wasn’t as much of a nerd as Zara or Lily (though he was a former valedictorian), but still— Henry couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. Henry stuffed his hands into his pockets as Dave got comfortable on the couch, looking up from his lap when Dave spoke up.
“What’s up?” He asked, his voice smooth like oil. He glanced between the couple as he crossed his legs, awkwardly fidgeting when his thighs touched. “You guys excited?”
“So, uh…” Mumbling, half to himself, and half to Dave, Henry awkwardly brushed a hand through his hair. He stared back at Dave after awkwardly biting his tongue for a moment, before he sheepishly spoke up. “Probably a bad time to mention that I only showed up ‘cause of Zara. I got no damn clue how to play this D&D crap— well, it ain’t crap, it’s just… you know. It’s a nerd game…” He weakly finished, sheepishly rubbing his thick, muscular thigh, where Zara had smacked him. “Ow, babe.”
“Fair enough.” Dave shrugged, unfazed. “Honestly, I don’t know the rules that well either, this was mostly Lily’s idea. And Zara’s.” He finished, tilting his head towards Zara, who smugly grinned.
“Yeahhh…” Henry mumbled. “So the thing is, I ain’t too sure about the whole roleplay thing…”
“We’re all going to be doing it, though!” Zara interrupted, sounding a bit huffy. “We’re not gonna make you, like, dance around and swing a pretend sword or whatever, dude.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Henry trailed off when he saw Zara’s pointed look, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Ok, ok, fine, sure, whatever. I’m being dumb, my fault, I’ll give it a try.”
“Good boy~.” Zara smirked, cackling when Henry gave her an exasperated, withering look. She was still giggling to herself when Lily walked back into the living room with her arms full of chips, cookies, and beers.
“What’s so funny, girl?” Lily curiously asked as she put the snacks on the coffee table and sat down next to her boyfriend. “Are you three fucking around with something?”
“You would know, you sure love to fuck around.” Both Dave and Zara said in unison, sharing an amused smirk when Lily huffed and crossed her arms against her slender chest.
“Shuddddupppp.” With a drawn out whine, Lily kicked Zara’s shins and smacked Dave’s hand away from her thigh, where it had been slowly drifting towards. “You two are meanies. Henry’s the only sweet one here.”
“I am?” Henry pointed at himself, sounding a little confused. He looked down at his girlfriend for confirmation, frowning in confusion when she just giggled and hugged her arm around his shoulders.
Lily’s exasperated scowl flipped back into a wide grin when she saw the puzzled look on Henry’s face. “Sure are! ANYWAY!” She loudly proclaimed, clearing her throat with an imperious, teacher-like hem. “Let’s get started, ok? I want to make dinner later with my sweetie, and the faster we can get everything set up, the better for him and me~. And you two, I guess, if you have stuff to do.”
“Mhm.” Zara hummed, sharing a wink with Henry before looking back towards her friend. “So, Miss DM, how exactly are we running all of this…? I don’t see any dice, or props, or anything…” Zara gestured at the coffee table, pointing her finger towards the old, leatherbound book sitting atop it. “There’s just that book. Cool book, but, like… we kinda need more than just that, right…?”
“Excellent questions~!” Lily smirked, unbothered by all the flaws Zara had pointed out. “First of all, I’m not the DM—”
“You’re not?” Dave swiveled his head over, quizzically staring at Lily. His expression was the complete opposite of Henry’s— who had zoned out a bit and was looking down at Zara’s cleavage instead of paying attention.
“Nope!” Lily cheerfully shot back. “I’m not the DM. And we won’t need any dice or whatever, because of that book you’re pointing at!”
Zara raised an intrigued eyebrow. “And… how exactly does this book fix all of that?”
“Magic~.” With a smug, snarky grin, Lily reached over and split the book open.
A bolt of shimmering, iridescent light leapt out of the pages, filling the air with the acrid, stinging smell of ozone! It crackled, dancing between the pages and unfortunate dust motes in the air in big, flashy arcs, throwing blinding flashes of light around the room as it slowly coalesced into a humanoid shape.
Zara, Henry, and Dave all shot Lily worried looks once they recovered from the shock, scrambling out of their seats, away from the table as the light dimmed slightly.
“Lily…” Dave began, yelping when the pillar of light flared up without warning. “What did you do, Lily!?”
“Relax, sweetie!” Lily yelled back, her eyes glittering with a bit of a maniacal gleam. She stared, panting excitedly when the light finally began to shape up once again— this time sculpting a face, and clothes, and a coherent body out of the radiant blur.
Lily blinked as the blinding light faded, waving for her friends to come out of hiding as an aged, stereotypically scholarly man emerged from the glow. Spectacles shimmered into existence on his face, while a long, silvery beard slowly furled down his chest, and he cleared his throat as a ridiculously over-pimped beret— complete with a peacock feather haphazardly stuffed into the brim— poofed onto his head. He was dressed like a medieval scholar, with long green and purple robes that trailed down to the floor and concealed all of his body, apart from his hands and face— and speaking of his face, he was wearing the same excited, not-quite-normal grin as Lily. And without warning, he spread his arms and launched into a pompous boast!
“Why, hello there, you eager young scholars of the most delicious of studies! I am the inimitable, distinguished, illustrious, noble and venerable Head of Fictional Creation, though you may of course refer to me as… Sir Cynesige!”
With a slightly insane laugh, the spirit spread his arms and took a bow, regaled by phantom cheering and clapping. He scanned the room as he straightened up, drinking in the shock (and in Lily’s case, awe) from his impromptu audience before suavely grinning and sitting down, summoning the armchair tucked away in the corner of the living room, just in time for him to fall into it with a muted whump.
“Such lovely new faces!” Cynesige clapped his hands together, apparently more than happy to fill in the stunned silence with the sound of his mirthful, oddly-accented, vaguely European voice. He rubbed his hands together as the book’s pages idly fluttered, and winked at Lily, who grinned back at him.
“Heyyy, Cee~.” She gave him a playful wave, which he returned. “Wanna explain yourself so I don’t have to?”
“It would be my pleasure, Lady Zheng~.” Cynesige demurely replied, tipping his beret. He primly cleared his throat, and then spread his arms.
“Let us begin, then! You know me, of course, as Sir Cynesige. Thanks to the work of the pretty oriental lass here, you all are about to embark on a thrilling tale through treacherous times, guided by my hand! One that features the Dungeons and Dragons you humans are so fond of, mmmm~.” Cynesige drummed his fingers against the tabletop as a dreamy look washed over his face. “I do so adore a good story… and I’m sure you four will feel the same once you experience this one for yourselves. It’s quite the treat~.”
He cackled again, then raised an eyebrow when Zara butted in with an unimpressed huff. “Ah! Have you a question, fair golden-haired maiden?”
“Yeah, sure do.” Zara scoffed as she pointed at Cynesige. “One for you, one for Lily. Who exactly are you? And Lily, what the fuck? How did you even find this shit??”
Lily shrugged. “Found the book at a yard sale, thought it was cool. Brought it back home and bam, this guy pops out of it.”
Cynesige nodded, looking amused. “Indeed~. She has quite the open mind, it didn’t take long for her to leap into a story.”
“Right, so that’s what I’m fucking confused about. Magic notwithstanding, assuming it even is magic and not something else.” Zara interjected again. “What do you mean with all that talk about this story shit?”
“Yeah, I was wondering about that too…” Henry jumped in as well, breaking his silence. “I ain’t about to stand up and recite Shakespeare or nothing, just saying.”
“Oh, it appears Lily has yet to explain it to you all, hmmmm…” Cynesige trailed off, glancing towards Lily, who unapologetically shrugged and slunk behind Dave, leaning against his back— who was still warily standing behind the couch, ready to duck behind it— just in case. She matched Cynesige’s inquisitive gaze with a taunting smirk, and just rested her head against her boyfriend’s shoulder until Cynesige finally relented.
“Oh, fine.” Huffing, Cynesige shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh. “I suppose Fictional Creation isn’t the most well known of magical fields, I can’t possibly blame you all for not knowing… what was that you said, Lily? That what I did was similar to…?”
“Jumanji.“ Lily piped up.
“Yes, yes, excellent!” Cynesige cut Lily off with an excited laugh. “Oh, that film was marvelous, you humans are just a delight!” He rubbed his hands together, grinning. “I take it you’re all quite familiar, hmm~?”
Dave, Henry, and Zara all nodded— Dave and Henry looked a little apprehensive, while Zara was deep in thought. She slowly sat back down on the couch, tugging Henry along with her as a confused hum slipped past her lips. “So…” She started, biting her lip a little as she parsed through everything Cynesige had just said.
“So basically, you’re offering to like, give us space and stuff to LARP with?” She eventually spoke up, quizzically tilting her head.
Cynesige shrugged. “I suppose that’s one way to put it, yes. Armor, weapons, magic, and the like, and all the space you could possibly need. So long as you agree to it, of course.”
“Sounds sick.” Henry’s apprehension had faded away as well, and an excited, boyish smirk had replaced the tight look on his face. “I get to have a real sword? Fuck yeah, sign me the fuck up, man.”
“You don’t even know how to use a sword, dumbass.” Zara sniped, playfully rolling her eyes.
Henry shrugged, dismissing Zara. “And? I can learn. Or Cynesige can use magic, or whatever, and make me learn it.”
Before Zara could fire back with another barbed retort, Dave cleared his throat. He’d been quiet for the last few minutes, just trying to process everything— the magic book that his girlfriend had somehow smuggled into their house, the crazy spirit asking if they could Jumanji-fy everyone, the fact that Lily had already messed with the book before (he didn’t even know when, he worked from home, he would have noticed) —but most of all, he was just trying to understand why his friends were so willing to just play along with it all.
He spoke up, frowning. “Ok, I hate to be the party pooper, but… we’re not using real weapons, right? I’m okay with the cosplay, I guess, but, uh, I dunno about monsters and all that stuff. And I’m still not really sure if I trust you…” He apologetically shrugged, and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
To his surprise, however, Cynesige just grinned. “All perfectly valid objections, Sir Dave~. I have no intent of killing off my heroes, don’t you worry. You might get a scratch or two, but I’m not here to draw blood. I’m not nearly pale enough to be a vampire.” Smirking, Cynesige pointed at his cheek.
“Yeah, ok, good point.” A small grin made the corners of Daves lips twitch as Cynesige let his hand drop back against his body, and a sheepish tone crept into his voice as his tense shoulders relaxed. “I’m not trying to call you evil or anything, it’s just—”
“No apology necessary, my good man!” Cynesige cheerily replied. “And as for your other concerns— you won’t have to worry about them, either. I pinky promise~.”
Dave raised an eyebrow— while Zara and Henry just looked confused (but still interested). “Right… I guess I’ll take your word for it…?” He murmured.
Winking, Cynesige gestured at the couch. “That’s a vote of confidence, I’d say! Why don’t you have a seat—”
Suddenly, he paused. “Actually…” A smirk rose on his face as he motioned for Dave to stay standing, gesturing for him to walk over to the other end of the table instead. “Since you’re already up, why don’t you go first?”
“Well—” Dave protested— but when he caught a hint of Lily’s excited gasp in his ear, he couldn’t help but relent a little. Going first seemed like way too much of a risk to him, but if it made his girlfriend happy. He sighed, and walked over, an exasperated grin filling his face when Lily gave him a pair of thumbs ups and an encouraging smirk. “Fine, I guess. Can’t hurt to get dressed up.”
“Mhm~.” With a silvery hum, Cynesige stared Dave down. His eyes drifted across Dave’s body, from his reddish-brown, neatly-combed hair, down to his stubbly chin. He took in Dave’s nervously pursed lips, and the concerned tightness of his warm, green eyes, before following his sun-kissed, Mediterranean skin as it sank into his t-shirt. His eyes lingered on the faint imprint of Dave’s pecs and abs— and the way his fingers anxiously drummed against his hips as he awkwardly stood in place. Cynesige’s gaze dropped a little lower, down to Dave’s firm, fit thighs and calves, which were tightly hugged by a pair of black skinny jeans. A thoughtful look made Cynesige’s eyes mist over, and he put his hand on his chin as his eyes drifted back up to Dave’s face. “Very good, very good…” He murmured.
Dave fidgeted, feeling self-conscious. He hadn’t been expecting this level of scrutiny today, and he couldn’t help but remember how his shirt was a little wrinkled, or how his jeans were a little too tight around his groin, or how he hadn’t shaved this week yet…
“Ah!” Dave suddenly exclaimed. Cynesige had just shot a bolt of golden magic towards him! He stumbled back as a radiant glow flared to life in his chest, his eyes widening as his clothes burnt off and dissolved into flecks of sparkling light! “HEY! What the hell?” He yelled, blushing red like a boiled lobster. He quickly covered himself up— but in those brief seconds, everybody got a peek at the large, thick cock dangling between his thighs.
Cynesige lazily grinned as Dave shot him a scandalized glare, and watched the glow of his magic fade as Dave’s hairy chest heaved up and down. “You don’t expect me to work blind, do you?”
“I expect a little privacy, at least!” Dave shot back. His blush deepened when he saw Lily staring at him, and he pressed his hands a little tighter against his cock and balls, not wanting to pop a stiffy in front of Henry and Zara— it was bad enough that he was butt-ass naked, he didn’t need to make the situation worse for himself! “Can’t you just wave your hands and, I dunno, poof me a set of new clothes?”
“Oh, I will~.” Cynesige winked. “Just as soon as I put you in character.”
“What!?” Dave shouted. He would have followed up, too… if not for the fact that his body was beginning to change! A hot pulse rippled through his stomach, and he groaned and gritted his teeth as erotic, electrifying tingles erupted all across his skin, the most obvious and powerful of which happened to center around his half-erect cock!
With a loud huff, Dave tightened his hands around his crotch, trying to preserve whatever modesty he still had… but as his pubes flattened against his palm, and an unnatural heat began to settle into his stomach, and as his breaths quickly deepened into slow, pleasured pants, he began to lose the fight against his rising cock. 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 rub it and stroke away that nagging sense of pressure pulsing through his shaft. And he did exactly that— his dignity be damned— bringing his slimming fingers down to his crotch, running the increasingly feminine digits across his twitching 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. He didn’t care that his friends were gasping, in fact, he didn’t even register their looks of shock! All he could focus on was his increasingly smooth, supple skin, and the hypnotic way his body hair was slithering back into his pores…
His pleasured grunts rose in pitch as his hands roamed up beyond his cock— and it wasn’t long before soft, blissful moans joined his breathless panting. His skin felt so soft, so sensitive… so girly. He moaned again, and tightened his thighs, gulping down eager gasps as the hair on his head started to turn a reflective, dusty white.
And those girly moans and gasps fit his shrinking, warping frame perfectly. 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 had gathered around his chest and hips and smoothed out his skin even more, making it taut and almost glossy. And even though his body was decidedly feminine now, with just a faint trace of his former stocky frame hidden beneath his new, perky pair of breasts and thick, full ass— his curves were still growing!
Fat swelled into Dave’s burgeoning curves, making his moans flutter as every ounce made him jolt upwards— and his rhythmic “oh, oh, oh!” filled the room as precum oozed out of his painfully erect cock. His ears flared outwards, turning wide and floppy like tapered, ovoid pig’s ears as the remaining few traces of his masculine angles softened into graceful, womanly curves, and his newly bleached hair began to gradually lengthen towards his shoulders— though Dave had more important things to worry about than bigger ears and longer hair… and more pleasurable things as well~.
Despite being pendulous E-cups already, Dave’s breasts didn’t seem to be stopping their growth, and they only looked larger the more his mass compressed itself into a smaller, thicker, more svelte frame. 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, forest green areola. His nipples sank inward as they puffed up like muffin tops, forming deep, squishy slits— almost like little labia. And meanwhile, the 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. Dave’s ass and tits looked like miniature hills, flowing across a similarly lush, curvy body! His curves were incredible, almost comically so, with an hourglass figure so strong it would be recognizable from a mile away.
In fact, with a body like that… it would just be unfair to call him Dave anymore. It was far too masculine, and human, for someone as curvy and sexy and goblin-like as he was now! And as his tits and ass wobbled around like freshly risen dough, a new name bloomed into his mind…
Dikki moaned, and rubbed her hands between her thighs, stimulating her shrinking shaft with her dainty hands, oozing silky, milky cum all over her thighs and palms. She stared up at her friends through half-lidded eyes, her tits level with the top of the table, and let her new name ring through her mind. Drool ran down her chin as it drowned out her previous sense of self, but Dikki didn’t bother wiping it off— she just let it trickle past her clavicles, down into the wide V that they had tightened into, right into the depths of her cleavage.
A glimpse of her sharpening teeth flashed past her slackened lips as her fingers continued to frantically rub away whatever masculinity still lingered in her body. She just kept rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing, even as splotches of dark pink colored her cheeks and her nails darkened!
With a choked gulp, Dikki slurped up the river of drool flowing freely down her chin, and sank her pointy teeth into her full, dark green lips. She huffed when they nipped her skin— accidentally sinking a finger past her shrunken cock and dwindling balls in surprise. 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 and her nails dig into the thoroughly stained carpet.
Her cock had 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. Dikki 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 insides 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 dug her fingers into her opening snatch, using her lengthening nails to scratch the needy itch settling into them as the last of her cock and balls vanished into her cunt with a wet slurp.
She didn’t even care about her audience— 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~. Sexy sexy sexy~♪
“F-Fuckkk, Dikki feel good, mmmm, s-so goodie good good~♪” Dikki half-sang, half-moaned to herself, jilling herself as her flattened nose sniffed the air. She smelled just as good as she felt, hot, warm, rich, savory…
A little nagging whisper tugged at her thoughts— though she couldn’t really make out what it was trying to say. It was annoying, though, and distracting, so Dikki did what came naturally and just shook her head, letting the thick mental fog that had seized hold of her brain completely settle into place. She lazily grinned when the twinge in her head went away, and licked her lips, feeling proud of herself for fixing it.
But before long, Dikki’s thoughts drifted back to her drooling snatch, and with a lusty giggle, she plunged another finger into herself (for a grand total of three), 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 glossy, pleated leather skirt and an ornate chainmail vest that did absolutely nothing to cover the bare tits bouncing around beneath them. Dikki cooed when the cool metal rubbed against her sunken nipples, shaking her chest back and forth as her nipples poked out of hiding.
Heeled leather boots materialized around her calves as the clank and jangle of her chainmail vest filled the room, and a golden tiara faded into existence soon after, hugging her forehead. It made for a very sexy warrior princess look— maybe not the best protection, but what it lacked in terms of pure armor it more than made up for in sheer sex appeal and slutty glitz and glamor.
And that was all Dikki really cared about at the moment! Looking sexy, having sex, fighting, and drinking! All essential parts for a warrior princess like her to engage in! Grinning, she stared up at the exotic, oriental woman sitting across from her, sniffing the air with a clear look of excitement as her hands drifted away from her snatch. Something smelled like… like pussy! Hot, rich, moist, fragrant, humie pussy! “You! Big girlie!”
Dikki squeakily yelled and put her hands on her hips with a haughty, bratty smirk, shamelessly eying Lily’s body before squeezing past the table and hopping up onto Lily’s lap, where she “towered” over her girlfriend.
“Dikki want pussy now! Dikki princess so what she say goes!” With a sultry pant, Dikki clasped her hands behind her back, resting them against her ass. “Dikki number-one gobbo, heheh. So you give Dikki what she want~!”
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 Dikki 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— Dikki’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 winked at him as Dikki impatiently tugged at her dolphin shorts, taking a brief second to drink in Henry and Zara’s shocked and awed looks before hurriedly tearing off her crop top to reveal her small, black bra. “Do it!”
“With pleasure.” Cynesige replied. He pointed a finger at Lily as she kicked her shorts off— and zapped her with the same golden beam of light he’d used on Dave prior!
Her undies vanished in a golden blaze of light, leaving her bare, with her bikini tan on full display and her trimmed, glistening cunt in full view too! It quivered— before being blanketed beneath Dikki’s eager mouth!
An airy purr of delight rushed out of Lily’s mouth as she slumped into the couch and gently held Dikki against her crotch— her new girlfriend’s nimble, twisting tongue was getting into all the perfect spots, and the way Dikki’s jagged little teeth caught against her puffy lower lips and just barely scratched against the sensitive flesh… She hadn’t been planning on holding herself back, but still— her breathless gasps and high-strung gyrations of her hips were decidedly shameless.
Dikki’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. Dikki was practically bent over in half, with her feet on the couch between Lily’s knees— and her ass wiggled around as she sank her tiny hands into Lily’s tan thighs. As Lily’s pussy oozed sweet nectar into Dikki’s mouth, Dikki’s pussy, nestled tightly between her thick, green legs, framed beneath her gloriously fat ass, was starting to grow a little wet and shiny as well…
Squirming, Lily arched her back, and pushed her shaking chest forward. Her small, perky A-cups heaved as her jaw slackened into a slutty gape, and her firm, erect, dusky dark nipples twitched as another whimpering, euphoric breath wiggled out of her throat. Eyes fluttering, she tried to squeeze Dikki’s lips even tighter against her crotch— but somehow, she could barely even reach the top of Dikki’s head with her fingers?
She’d been running her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair just a few seconds ago, though… and now, come to think of it, she couldn’t feel Dikki’s ankles digging into the inside of her knees, either. With a shaky whine, Lily dragged her back away from the couch, struggling to tighten her core as hot, tingly spasms rushed all across it. But when she finally did look down at herself, her eyes bulged and she let out a choked huff!
Her arms and legs were shrinking! And at the same time, her 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!
Lily’s eyes rolled up into her head as a delicious ache pulsed inside her shoulder and hip joints, while Dikki’s wet slurps and smacks only grew louder and more frenzied~. She was changing, just like Dikki had, and the thought turned her on so much that she felt her chest seize for a moment!
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 tanning, her already toasty, coconut brown darkening just a few more shades to the color of a dark, well-cooked rue. Splashes of orange and red and dark yellow danced across her cheeks and legs as her scales peeled away from her skin and flared into fringes, like the type one might find on a viper. Lily’s pupils narrowed, her eyes squeezing into thin, vertical slits that dilated and flickered back and forth as Dikki’s teeth lightly grazed her clit. “Fuckkk, yessssss…”
Lily hissed— literally. Her tongue slipped past her lips, long and slender and forked, and as her skin continued to toast a little more, and her scales continued to coat her lower half in a layer of stiff armor, it curled around her mouth, wiggling enticingly. Hissing again, Lily brought her rapidly truncating arms up to her chest, using the stubby, chicken wing-like stumps to awkwardly grope her unchanged tits as her jaw opened a little further than should have been possible.
Crick, crick— her jaw unhinged, and a low, delighted pant oozed out of her mouth, along with a milky strand of venom, which trickled out of puffy glands hidden behind her lengthening, sharpening canine teeth. The inside of her mouth turned pink and puffy as folds of flesh swelled out of her gums… and its rhythmic twitching and pulsing was visible to the rest of the room.
Lily had completely forgotten about Henry and Zara, just like Dikki had (though it wasn’t hard to do, when they were still shocked speechless). She shamelessly bucked her hips against Dikki’s face, grinding her clit against Dikki’s flat nose as her thighs and calves started to drift together, just like her knees had— and like her knees, her skin started to stick together, melting into itself like hot caramel…
With one final nudge from her nearly vanished arms, Lily pushed Dikki away from her legs, just in time to save the goblin girl from having her ankles trapped inside her tail. Lily stiffened when her legs finished merging together into a scaly, thick, muscular pillar of flesh, and squirmed against the couch when Dikki’s lips found their way back to her upper pair. She wriggled against Dikki, helpless to stop her girlfriend’s advances, utterly at her mercy as she straddled Lily’s waist and french kissed her!
Lily moaned, and kissed Dikki back, shaking her head when a waterfall of silky red locks obscured her vision. Even her hair… the only trace of her former nationality was in the slightly slanted eyes that she’d managed to keep— every other part of her was new and exotic and deliciously different~.
The faint outline of Lily’s legs could still be seen through the spasming, merged mass they’d become, but as she and her lover writhed around on the couch, the bones in her fused leg slowly melted away, leaving it a shuddering lump of muscle. But not for long— Lily’s spine soon began to sink down the length of her snakey tail, dipping deep into her flesh like a taproot as little bone rootlets shot out from it. Lily whimpered as her tail prickled with sensation, but Dikki made for such a good distraction from the itchy pain that she didn’t even realize the smarting sensation was gone until Dikki pulled away to take a breath of air!
“Sssssssss~.” Lily hissed, curiously flexing her tail as she stared down at herself. A moment later, she coiled it around Dikki— and flashed her a predatory grin as milky sweet, aphrodisiacal venom dripped from her fangs. She tightened herself around her girlfriend, rubbing her cool, dry scales against Dikki with a sultry, flirty giggle, and blew out a slow, hot breath— before a second wave of magic made her mind go completely blank for a few seconds.
When she came too again, Leikiya found herself shuddering in the throes of another magical enhancement, with her pussy, nestled between her scales, glistening and pearling with drops of fresh arousal. Despite feeling a little slow and distracted by the new memories coming in to replace her old ones, Leikiya had no problem figuring out what was happening— she was growing!
And not just a small growth spurt, either. Leikiya’s tongue darted in and out of her mouth as the couch creaked beneath her rapidly expanding frame, and she hurriedly slithered onto the floor, holding Dikki with her tail the same way a child would hold a teddy bear— before letting herself succumb to the pounding waves of euphoric bliss surging down the length of her tail!
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.
And her ass had disappeared as a result, too. Before, there had been a tiny hint of it left in her tail, a little divot running along her back— matched by the tiny slit that had stuck around her hips. Only… that was gone too, swallowed up by Leikiya’s scales during her growth spurt…
Leikiya pouted, letting go of Dikki as she brought her tail tip up to where her knees had formerly been. Her snatch… She probed the area, looking disappointed— then froze. Her tail had caught against something. A very warm, very wet something.
Her eyes fogged over as that something stretched into a horizontal slit, wide enough to fit Dikki’s head into. It gaped open, revealing a steaming, well-textured hole— nothing at all like a pussy, despite vaguely resembling one. The folds were thick, muscular, bumpy, with a muscular firmness to them that eagerly gummed against Leikiya’s tail tip. She gasped when she felt the slit sink into her body, up to her womb— and then gasped again when something hot and hard thrust itself out of her body!
They pushed her tail tip out of her snatch with a wet slurp, twitching and throbbing as they pried apart the edges of her slit with their girth. Two thick, slender, veiny cocks bulged out of Leikiya’s scales, their thin, dagger-like tips glistening with thick, viscous pre.
Leikiya was over the moon— she could feel her cunt— no, her cloaca. She could feel her cloaca tightening against her shafts, pressing them together, and she could feel her shafts fighting back, rubbing themselves against her insides as they stayed firmly extended. Her shoulders rolled as a pleasured hiss escaped her lips, and the tendons in her neck trembled as she threw her head back and shuddered violently.
But before she could devolve into a squirming mess, Cynesige snapped his fingers. Silky, light blue robes flowed over her skin and snugly wrapped themselves around her torso, swaddling her chest as the fabric crossed over her bare, rounded shoulders. Leikiya’s shudders quieted as her new robes fluttered around her tail, and she breathed a sigh of relief when a dark blue sash covered her slit. Her cocks bulged against the fabric for a few more seconds— but eventually relented and slipped back into her cloaca with a quiet slurp.
“M-Many thanks… It’s a little hard for me to deal with those lustful urges, for… obvious reasons.” She murmured, lowering her head as another sash, a dusty orange compared to the dark blue one around her waist, loosely tied itself around her waist, giving her just a little more modesty as the trailing end swooped down and covered her front.
Cynesige graciously waved aside her thanks. “Speak not of it~. Now then… I do believe that just leaves Mister Henry and Miss Zara, hmm?” He turned his attention towards the couple as Dikki began to scale her way up Leikiya’s body, talking over the lamia’s embarrassed protests as he eyed Henry and Zara. The looks on their faces were much more apprehensive… though in spite of that, their eyes kept flicking over to their transformed friends.
“So?” Cynesiged asked, raising an eyebrow. “Which one of you will it be?”
Silence was his answer, until Henry cleared his throat. “Do we… have to?” He asked, his eyes darting over to Leikiya and Dikki— Dikki had been ensnared within Leikiya’s coils again, and she was rolling her eyes while being lectured —before returning his attention to Cynesige. “Cause I’m not sure I want to be a girl…”
“Perhaps it’s just because you haven’t tried it?” Smirking, Cynesige held up a sparkling hand.
Henry’s eyes narrowed, and he brushed off Cynesige’s offer with an indignant grumble. “I’m good, man. Ain’t in too much of a hurry to get tits or noth— eeek!”
A very un-manly squeal, like a choir boy’s voice crack, echoed around the room, before being abruptly stifled by Henry. He clapped his hands over his mouth as a lurid red blush burnt his cheeks, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Cynesige, looking wounded. A light shudder ran down his spine as he lowered his hands— revealing a much plumped, fuller set of lips —and he trembled, his fingers quivering, as a frustrated, warbling flood of complaints poured out of his mouth.
“What the FUCK, man!” He squealed, his voice slowly drifting upwards, half-tone by half-tone, as his Adam’s apple sank into his throat. “I said I didn’t want to be a fucking girl! Fucking ch-change me back, you— you motherfucker! Are you fucking listening to me!?”
“Ah, well, you see, you don’t exactly have a choice.” Cynesige winked. “You did agree to this, after all.” Cynesige’s voice drifted upwards into a melodious tease, and a second later, Henry’s clothes were gone, their fate the same as Dikki and Leikiya’s clothes.
“Fuck you!”
With clenched fists, Henry jerked forward, snarling— which might have been intimidating if his voice wasn’t so squawky, and if he wasn’t so naked. He growled anyway, to try and wrestle back some control of the situation, only for an angsty, huffy whine to come out instead.
Blushing even redder, Henry smacked his palms against the table— then quivered and clenched his thighs together. He moaned as changes began to pop up all across his body, panting heavily as Cynesige’s magic finally broke through his resistance!
His pecs softened, then surged outwards, bubbling out of his chest like swiftly rising mounds of dough. Fat pooled into his chest, borrowed from his waist, which shrank inwards as the beginning of an hourglass figure began to settle onto his frame. His waist shrunk inward, forcing his budding breasts to swell even faster, pushing his mass towards his hips and chest— where they settled beneath the skin, smoothing out all the little wrinkles and creases…
The rest of his body softened as more and more fat distributed itself around his frame, his skin turning silky smooth like chiffon cloth as the bulging, rock-hard muscles lining his arms and legs melted into smooth, unbroken fat. A few frustrated whines slipped past Henry’s lips as he collapsed against his girlfriend… but soon, they had morphed back into moans of guilty pleasure. His jaw softened, the strong, square outline of his mandible smoothing away into his chin as his face slimmed and his cheekbones rose. As his nose shrank into a cute, dainty button, his eyelashes lengthened— and as they did, they lightened to a sunny, buttery blonde.
His hair lightened as well, turning smooth, luxurious, and blonde as it trickled down his back like moss growing over a rock, slow and steady. His ears thinned into points as he tried to sweep his hair out of his eyes, and they flexed as they stretched away from his head, becoming long and tapered. Stomach trembling, Henry tried to prop himself up, only for a hot pulse in his crotch to make him slump down against the couch again. With a dizzy whimper, he bucked his hips, and rolled his shoulders, spasming as his stomach tightened in rhythm with his heaving breaths.
Along with the feverish rise and fall of his chest, Henry’s cock was also wildly throbbing, bobbing up and down between his thighs as they slimmed. That fat had to go somewhere, though— and as his legs became slender and willowy, Henry’s hips bulged out a bit, becoming thick, wide, and fertile!
With his curvaceous chest, plump ass, and waspish waist, Henry looked about as much as his old male self as Zara did. In fact, there wasn’t a single bit of him that still resembled Henry— from his pale, porcelain skin, to his silky blonde hair, to the flawlessly smooth skin, he was every bit as much of a girl as Zara… apart from the thick, still very masculine cock freely oozing pre-cum all over his smooth, supple thighs!
Henry moaned, too overcome by the hot, tight, twisting sensation in his stomach to find the strength to complain about how small and jiggly his body felt. He just held his cock between his girly fingers, absentmindedly stroking it as it began to shrink back into his crotch— lost in a daze of guilty pleasure and dizzying warmth.
He tightened his grip around his shaft as it narrowed, trying to hold onto the last bit of manhood he still had left. It helped, a little— his cock stopped leaking pre for a few seconds, before a creamy dribble of sticky, viscous cum replaced it. And as Henry’s cum glazed his fingers and trickled over his longer, more delicate nails, his balls rose towards his crotch, sinking into the base of his shaft!
Henry’s testes never stood a chance. They just melted into his body like his sack had, becoming part of the puffy ridges caressing the underside of his cock— which itself had shrunk even further, barely even filling up half of Henry’s hand! It slipped between his fingers as it receded towards those puffy lips, turning pink and smooth as it wormed its way out of sight… leaving behind a pair of very smooth, tight labia, nestled around a deepening, glistening canal.
Now, Henry was definitely a woman— though he didn’t seem to be quite as happy as Cynesige expected. A mix of frustration, embarrassment, and pleasure wrestled for domination over Henry’s face as he struggled to catch his breath, and his eyes darted between himself, Cynesige, and Zara— who was giving him a very intrigued look —as his stomach and new, moist snatch continued to twitch for another half minute.
“F-Fuckkkk…” He finally managed to squeak out, his voice light and sweet like sugar syrup. Blushing furiously, he covered up his new bits and shuffled upright— before shooting Cynesige a poisonous glare. “WHAT THE FUCK, man? Change me back to a guy!”
“Are you sure~?” Cynesige playfully grinned, unbothered by Henry’s screechy outburst. “I think your girlfriend likes it~.”
Henry gritted his teeth as his ears turned the same violent shade of red as his cheeks, and he only turned redder when he caught Zara eying his body. “Sh-Shut the fuck up, just make me a guy!” He blustered, averting his eyes from his girlfriend as he angrily stamped his feet against the floor.
“Welllllllll, alright…” With an amused drawl, Cynesige raised a hand, and idly flicked it towards Henry.
Henry let out a soft sigh of relief when the transformative warmth bloomed inside his stomach again, and he murmured a quiet “fucking thank you” as his clit began to swell and thicken. Moaning, he braced himself against the couch, taking his hands away from his chest as his breasts flattened before gripping the edge of the cushion. His flushed face lightened back to a flustered pink as his labia began to thicken— but before he could enjoy the feeling of his cock and balls bulging back out of his crotch, a hot, fuzzy cloud settled into his mind.
Henry’s eyes widened for a split-second before glazing over, blank and relaxed. He felt… so good. So hot, and tingly, and achy inside…
His fingers sank into his thinning snatch as his clit surged against his palm, and he idly fingered himself as his breasts continued to shrink. His head felt nice— and he found himself nodding along with the new thoughts surfacing inside of it. They were chaste, pure thoughts, befitting of the elvish priest that he was.
A slight quiver of mental dissonance made the corner of Hua’s lips tighten, but he relaxed again when another calming buzz burst inside his head. He grinned, looking dazed, and absentmindedly brought a hand up to his chest to massage his shrinking breasts. He greedily groped them as he pushed them into his chest with his palms, sinking his fingers into the fatty mounds until he was met with a thin, but firm layer of muscle and ribs instead. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he continued his attempts to knead his pecs, and a light, happy blush flooded his face when his fingertips scraped against his pert, rosy nipples.
He moaned, and squeezed his thighs together as his waist evened itself out with his hips, turning his curvy hourglass figure into a trim, boyish frame. Though calling it boyish was a little inaccurate— androgynous would be a better descriptor. With his supple thighs and the slight, but noticeable flare of his hips, Henry leaned more on the feminine side of the spectrum, and seeing that his long, silky hair and plush, pink lips hadn’t disappeared along with the rest of his feminine qualities, it seemed like Cynesige was only honoring his agreement with Henry in the most technical way possible.
Not that Henry was complaining, though. Partly because he didn’t remember a world where he would have had a reason to be angry about his perfectly graceful, doe-like body, and partly because he was too busy helping his quivering clit thicken into a thin, turgid cock! His sweet, girlish moans flitted around the room as his slit forced his fingers out, and they only grew more feverish as his hand switched from idly fingering his snatch to eagerly fondling his soft, smooth-shaven balls. They were like two little balls of burrata cheese, perfectly spherical, unbelievably smooth, filled to the brim with thick, gooey cream~.
Henry’s eyes rolled into his head as the tip of his clit bulged into a taut, twitching glans, and his eyelashes fluttered wildly as he redoubled his stroking efforts, desperate to relieve himself of the deep, needy ache bubbling up the length of his shaft!
It didn’t have to travel far— one, two, three inches, then, with a heaving, breathless whimper, Henry came all over himself! He slumped off of the couch as his jelly-like legs collapsed under him, and gasped for breath on the floor like a beached fish as his cock continued to drool strands of sticky cum over his legs.
“That should do the trick nicely, yes? Any complaints?” Cynesige leaned over and cupped his hand around his ear, listening to Henry’s satisfied moans for a few seconds before straightening back up with a cheeky smirk. “Didn’t think so. Let’s give you something so you can stay somewhat decent—”
He waved his hand at Henry, making a thin, translucent white robe flow over his body. It started as a thin collar of diaphanous cloth around his neck, before it oozed over his body like sweet sugar glaze, flowing over his shoulders, hugging his chest, cradling his waist and hips (and cock), before loosely falling over his legs like a snowy waterfall. And to finish, a light white scratch cut across the back of his right back, followed by another, forming a light X-shaped scar.
—while I deal with Miss Zara~.” Cynesige finished, slowly switching his focus to Zara, who looked caught between utter terror and perverse excitement. She shivered under Cynesige’s eyes, and quickly averted her own, looking between her transformed friends before bringing her gaze back to Cynesige’s.
She bit her lip for a second, before nervously clearing her throat. “So…”
“It’s your turn, yes~.” With a toothy grin, Cynesige raised his hands—
“Wait!” Zara butted in. “Wait, wait, can’t we, uh, negotiate something?”
“Oh?” Cynesige lowered his hands, raising a curious eyebrow.
Zara gulped and nervously licked her lips as her eyes darted down to Henry— who had just started to pick himself off the ground. He looked so fucking cute… “I was thinking, when you transform me… could I… could I dom Henry?” With a heavy pant, she squirmed against the couch cushion. “Just for some… like, variety, right?”
To Zara’s surprise, Cynesige actually paused, and stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmmm, interesting…” He murmured to himself, looking intrigued by Zara’s proposal. “Very well! Your wish is granted, my dear~.”
Before Zara could thank him, Cynesige pointed his finger at her— and blasted her in the face with a dazzling bolt of golden magic! She recoiled into the couch with a loud moan, soaking her thighs with her juices as a powerful shudder ran up her spine and her clothes poofed away! Gasping for breath, she tried to keep her eyes from glazing over, but a deep thrum in her chest made her lose focus— and with an airy exhale, she sank into the gooey, molten pleasure roiling in her stomach.
“F-Fuck…” She managed to squeeze out. “Why does it… feel so good…?”
“Well, seeing as the alternative is rather unpleasant, I daresay this is more welcome.” Cynesige dryly drawled, running his fingers along the pages of his book as Zara’s mouth slacked back open in wordless delight. A violent shudder ran up her spine— and then, a thick, knobby bulge pushed itself out of her backside!
As the fused bones in her tailbone rapidly expanded and pushed their way out of Zara’s back, her spine rippled, and dug against her skin, forming a row of raised scutes along her back, nestled between her shoulders and waist. Her lengthening tail slithered between her thighs, flicking from side to side as it put on muscle and tendons and fat— and she shot upwards as well, her bones creaking and popping as they rapidly stretched to fit her growing body
Higher up, more changes were rapidly settling in. Zara thrust her chest outwards as her large, plump breasts tightened, and she rolled her shoulders when they broadened too. Beneath her skin, fat was melting away into elastic bands of firm, powerfully explosive muscle— being burnt away as every single stored calorie went right back to bulking her up. Zara arched her back as a sweltering heat enveloped her body, and she loudly moaned, her eyes fogging over as her muscles continued to bulge against her skin!
Thick, sinewy, bulging muscles exploded across Zara’s arms, legs, and torso, accentuating the shrinking of her hips and the widening of her waist. She groaned when her sternomastoids thickened around her neck, and let loose a hot, steaming breath— revealing her jagged, sharpening teeth as she did.
Her changes were violent, punchy— and as her muscles and tail grew and her figure only became more brutishly masculine, with powerfully set shoulders, a thick, muscular neck, and tight, toned hips, they grew faster, forcing her to jump and buck against the couch as her body surged in mass! Her skin turned rough as her growing body forced it to stretch, and thick, gray scales quickly grew to cover the angry red stretch marks racing across her skin, their color leaching out into the rest of her body as her lustrous blonde hair knotted itself together and bleached a pale, bone white.
Her hair twisted itself into dreadlocks as her nose and mouth slid forward into a long, bulky snout, and it limply fell across her back and shoulders as her crocodilian teeth peeked out from her slimming lips. She licked her snout as scales roughed up her skin, and grinned, her gray maw opening slightly as her eyes narrowed into beady black slits.
A deep, grumbling roar rumbled up from her belly as her stomach trimmed itself a little more. It echoed around the room, drawing the attention of her friends, who slowly turned towards her as a final spasm ran through her body.
Zara’s chest heaved as she shakily stared down at herself— she looked like Henry did a few minutes ago, a giant slab of muscle and meat, and a tight, puffy pussy inextricably held between two trunk-like thighs. She hissed as the scent of salt and copper and earth filled her nostrils and flowed up her snout, to her brain, blinking in annoyance as a tight, hungry knot pinched her stomach.
Her eyes fluttered as her nails blackened and sharpened into shiny, razor-sharp talons, and her jaw— now a steaming, jagged maw full of ebony teeth —slacked as the delicious smells of her friends wafted into her nose and paralyzed her head. A hot rumble of pleasure welled up from her stomach as her ankles rose towards her knees and the flat of her foot splayed out into a thick, wide V-shaped sole, and her talons curled against the rug as her slit tightened around her erect, twitching clit.
Zara lurched forward with a predatory gleam in her eye, drooling excitedly as a frenzied swarm of foreign thoughts and memories blanketed her own. She growled, her chest vibrating as she lifted her snout— she was in charge, she was big, bad, ugly… he was Zultrak.
Zultrak whipped his tail against the couch, and cast a slavering glance towards his friends before freezing in place. Huffing, he brought a hand down to his crotch, where his labia had swollen into a pair of bulging, veiny testes. They were sandwiched around his clit, tightly compressing it like a pair of water balloons caressing a baby carrot. They wobbled when his nails slithered over his armored skin with a raspy schhhhkk, and his fat, inflated clit quivered, stiffening until it was rock hard.
Zultrak’s pulse was visible through his bulging veins, and his turgid clit thrust outward a few centimeters with every virile throb. Soon, the smooth, slightly pointed tip had thickened and flared outward into a sloped, purple cockhead, which topped an absolutely monstrous shaft that would have made a pornstar feel jealous. It was thick, veiny, ridiculously long and girthy, and despite the odd purplish-black coloration, it was quite the sight.
Though it wasn’t on display for very long. A thin strip of tanned leather encircled Zultrak’s waist, before branching out into pleated pteruges— thick tassels of hardened leather, thinly embossed with a layer of steel for protection. They dangled over his cock like a curtain, hiding it from view (somewhat, seeing as a good sway would no doubt bring all of Zultrak’s dick back into view). Two circlets of metal wrapped around his calves as he shuddered and slid his hand away from his crotch, and as they looped around several more times to form a shiny pair of greaves, Zultrak snapped his jaw shut and stepped forward, staring down Cynesige.
He grinned when Cynesige just stared back, backing away with a hearty guffaw. “This one has some balls, hah! Mmm, I don’t know what you did, but I feel good. Fresh, strong… Kehahah!”
Zultrak’s victorious laughter echoed around the living room as Hua, Leikiya, and Dikki gathered around the table, as if being pulled towards it by a magnet. Hua shuffled forward, his eyes nervously darting around, while Leikiya smoothly slithered over the floor with Dikki perched on her shoulders. A nervous frown carved itself into Hua’s face once he was next to the table, which was contrasted by Dikki’s eager, sultry grin and Leikiya’s flustered, but inquisitive stare.
Hua blushed when he noticed everyone’s eyes on him, and with a nervous squeak, he covered up his chest and crotch and lowered his gaze down to himself. He awkwardly shuffled in place, embarrassment written all over his face as Zultrak’s sadistically amused snickers drifted down to him.
But while Zultrak’s attention was focused on the darling elf boy quivering at his side, Dikki and Leikiya were more focused on each other. Or rather, Dikki was more focused on Leikiya— who herself was more just looking around the room, drinking in her surroundings.
“Hey!” Dikki brashly yelled as she tightened her thighs around Leikiya’s neck. “Snake girlie give Dikki cunt kiss again?”
Leikiya’s eyes widened, and she let out a surprised hiss, before composing herself. “Don’t sssay that out loud!”
“Dikki say whatever Dikki want! Dikki princess!” Dikki smugly answered as she ground her crotch against the back of Leikiya’s neck. She giggled when Leikiya softly sighed, then looked down at Zultrak and Hua— Hua was busy avoiding Zultrak’s lustful gaze, and his face was flushed a deep, almost-purple red with embarrassment.
Dikki grinned. Hua looked so funny! She ogled him and Zultrak for another few seconds, then switched her attention away from the boys, over to Cynesige, who winked at her as her gaze fell on him.
Dikki winked back, and opened her mouth to brashly order him to throw her the shiny metal things on the table— but before she could, she felt her body freeze in place.
And it wasn’t just her. The room suddenly hushed as everyone apart from Cynesige fell perfectly still, suspended in time.
“Just a moment, dear heroes and heroines!” Cynesige’s voice resounded through the living room as he flipped back to the first page of the book. He laced his fingers together as a manic glint flared to life in his eyes, which slowly turned a sparkling, liquid gold as bright streaks of translucent, gilded light snaked around the walls and floors and seeped through the rest of the apartment.
It only took a few seconds for golden strands to wrap around the complex and entangle it like a spider’s prey— and when the last thread shot back towards Cynesige’s fingers, a deep, resonant thrum shook the building’s foundations.
“Mm, thank you for your patience!” Cynesige loudly announced. “Now then…” His voice trailed off, and he took his time to look at each of the adventurers before breaking the silence with a soft, amused chuckle a few minutes later. “I suppose it’s time you all get a proper welcome to Zhatan!”
He snapped his fingers— and a waxy gloss swallowed up the adventurers’ bodies, flowing across skin and scales alike as it coated them in a shiny, polished finish. Their bodies dulled as the glaze set and dried, and as a plasticky, matte texture replaced the sleek, satiny finish, their bodies shrank, squeezing smaller and smaller as flesh, blood, and bones all hardened into inanimate resin!
Soon, all that was left of the friend group was a collection of small, hand-sized figurines, which Cynesige picked up and set on the table before giving them one last magical nudge.
Dikki’s half-gaped mouth tightened into a cocky smirk as white resin flooded outwards from her soles and hardened into a grass-colored pedestal. Her body contorted, a final mental shudder of pleasure and tense apprehension making it quiver— before it fell still and slowly aligned itself into place, with her hands proudly held against her hips and her hard, stiff chest thrust out for all to see.
Leikiya’s curious eyes closed, and her mouth tightened into a focused frown. The same grassy resin pedestal oozed around her tail, which coiled into a tight, cinnamon bun-like spiral as she straightened up. She quivered as well— and the end of her tail twitched a few more times as Cynesige brushed his fingers along her spine. She was huge compared to the rest of the adventurers-turned-figurines, nearly double everyone else’s size, and the difference was especially noticeable once Cynesige slid her next to Dikki.
As for Hua and Zultrak, the same thing happened. A resin pedestal formed around their feet, followed by one last conflicted shudder of pleasure, before their bodies stiffened into place— Hua with his hands primly clenched behind his back, eyes nervously looking around, and Zultrak with his arms flexed and legs spread wide, snarling confidently.
A few more seconds passed… and then, Cynesige placed the figurines on his book, where they shimmered— then disappeared, melting into the yellowed parchment like dry ice in a desert.
Cynesige slammed the book shut once the adventurers had disappeared, then cheerfully walked out of the room, humming to himself as he went to visit the rest of the apartment complex...