(18+ Open sexuality, very naughty things within)
Gender Bender, Inanimate TF, Sex Toy, Tentacles, Multiple Limbs, Bird TF, Dino TF, Shrinking, Sizeplay, BE, Group Sex)

Liam’s eyes drifted over the minefield of fizzing, prismatic and utterly identical shot glasses, trying to muster some strength into his arms. How hard did it have to be to just reach out and grab a drink?

Maybe he’d get a mild one. Just a tail, or a minor change of species. Hell, maybe he’d actually get those extra inches below the belt that Desmond had been enthusing about the entire walk over. The young man glanced at the slender, elven beauty on his right. Had she always been as bewitching as she was now? Had she always been a she?

That didn’t seem so bad. He could deal with something as mild as that. Maybe even something that… glamorous.

“Dude” Desmond finally said “You aren’t playing Russian Roulette. Just pick one.”

Liam’s friend reached past him and grabbed two glasses at random, handing one to his fellow partygoer.

“Are you seriously just….” Liam glanced down at his bubbling drink then up at Desmond’s as it approached his lips.

“Wait….” he suddenly reached out. “Let’s swap.”

“Whatever,” Desmond rolled his eyes, trading his shot with Liam’s. The two shared a look, and drank.

Liam smacked his lips “Mine tasted like strawberry punch.”

“Straight jaeger,” Desmond shrugged, then staggered slightly. “Oooh, damn, that shit’s got a kick” The larger young man reeled. “Does everything feel...bendy to you?”

Liam shrugged. “I really don’t feel anything. Maybe mine was a dud?”

The elf at the door gave off a barely audible snicker, and waved the two inside.Their drinks imbibed and the way clear, Desmond winked at the grinning hostess one more time before being shepherded in by his cringing friend.

The menagerie of partygoers was already starting to make Liam feel a bit off kilter. The more intoxicating effects of his entry shot were starting to curl around his brain and he was eager to reach the part of the evening where he was just tipsy enough to start having conversations with strangers. Desmond had begun his usual irritating habit of polishing off other people’s abandoned drinks. Liam glanced over at his roommate, wishing he’d stop messing around. Despite the fact that he’d passed by at least three people in the process of removing their clothes, the ambiance and decoration told him that this was a classy party. Desmond seemed determined to act like this was a frat house.

Liam followed Desmond across the room, and watched as he crept up on a couple that were draped against the bar. The one on top had their arms wrapped around their partner, unabashedly groping handfuls of their partner’s rear end as it seemed to swell with newfound weight. Their other arms, as this party goer had at least four, were busy ripping the other guest’s top to shreds, scattering sequins across the floor and releasing a pair of watermelon sized breasts that seemed to still be growing. Liam gawked, drinking in the pornographic display even as his eyes drifted down to his roommate, who was leaning against the bar beside the two. One of the top paramour’s many arms violently arced around their dwelling partner to grab the back of their head, knocking their half-finished drink over. Desmond’s musclebound arm darted out like a viper, catching the beverage before it could spill more than a few drops, and retreated, happily sipping the remains of the fluorescent cocktail while Liam scowled.

“That’s gross dude. And failing that, those things are expensive. Have you seen how much a mixed drink here costs?”

“Rights of salvage, Buddy. They surrendered their claim when it was knocked over, and if it weren’t for me, this would be staining the floor.”

“Still messed up.”

“I can’t believe I still haven’t taught you how to party,” Desmond bemoaned. He swirled the pink beverage under Liam’s nose. “One sip?  I dunno what this is, but it’s got one hell of a belt.”

Liam shot him a withering look, but Desmond continued to press.

“Alright man. Finish this off for me, and I promise I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.”
Liam was starting to think that his initial shot had hit him harder than first believed, considering his head was starting to swim. Suddenly the idea of polishing off a mysterious drink just to get an evening’s respite from his overbearing roommate seemed like a terrific idea.

“Fine,” he grunted, and brought the glass to his lips.

This additional beverage fizzled and squirmed across Liam’s tongue, practically making his eyes water. He coughed at the strength of it, halfway through his swig.

“Gotta finish it, buddy” Desmond chuckled before wandering off.

Liam exhaled, preparing himself for the rest of the drink. He swiveled in place, before almost colliding with a woman who was a full head shorter than him.

“Oh I...hi,” Liam stammered.

The girl smiled back, running her hands up her hips. “Hey,” she replied.

Liam’s eyes drifted downwards as he began to sway back and forth slightly. The woman’s bust was enormous, mature watermelons being the first comparison Liam could summon. A deep valley of cleavage drew his attention like gravity. He could see the neckline of her shirt straining against the heft of her bosom, and even above the din of the music, he could hear the occasional seam or stitch pop and crack.

“Ooh! I don’t think this shirt has much more left in her!” The top heavy girl exclaimed. She hugged at her own boobs, resting her chin on their soft surface. “Like em? Just got em a few minutes ago...and the best part?” She winked “They’re still growing” She began to idly massage her own visible nipples through her shirt.

Liam felt heat gather in his crotch at this display, and felt the similar clutch of social anxiety wrap around his spine.

“Yeah...um, excuse me,” he mumbled, turning away from the girl and quickly downing the rest of the drink. Maybe if he had enough in him, he could forget that this night ever happened.
The wayward young man leaned against a Greek-looking pillar, rubbing his eyes. Images of that heavily endowed woman danced through his head, the flesh on display and the tautness of the fabric containing it. He licked his lips at the thought and grunted. He really should go back to talk to her.

There was a moan and someone collapsed on the other side of his pillar. Liam peered around to see another girl leaning against the column, her back arched as she moaned again.
It took Liam a moment to realize that she was completely naked.
“Oh, uh, sorry” Liam slurred, while not doing so much as blink to avert his gaze.
“I should get...used to it” the nude woman smiled through a panting mouth. “Ooh….you here alone?”
Liam thought about Desmond as he moved closer. “...Yeah, pretty much.” His lips felt weird. Stiffer and harder to move. His words were starting to slur and rasp out of his mouth.
“You should...find someone” the leaning woman responded, then suddenly arched her spine against the pillar and gave out a little cry, running her hands along her back and massaging her own taut rear.
Liam felt the heat in his jeans grow, and he reached out towards the enticing flesh of the woman. Something was wrong with his shirt. It felt tight around his arms and his fingers were becoming hard to bend.

“Do I look...good?” the rapt woman asked, noticing Liam’s advance.
“Beautiful…” Liam responded, grabbing at his shirt with the other hand.
“Perfect” the girl smiled, before letting out another cry as her body shuddered with sheer ecstasy. And with that she turned to stone.

The change was fast, like a shockwave across her body. It blossomed on her chest, spreading outwards and leaving polished granite in it’s wake. Within an instant, her torso and breasts stopped rising and falling with breath, frozen in rock. Her legs parted as she braced herself against the pillar, her thighs and yearning nethers petrifying in an instant, the stone quickly moving down to her feet and rooting her to the spot. One arm was against the column, bent so that her hand could grip the back of her head. The other was at her side, flattened against the support when she was transmuted. The girl let out a final, pleasure-filled moan as her hair turned to stone in the grip of her fingers, and her face was overtaken. Then she was still.

Liam gawked at the statue that had been a person a second ago. He had not interrupted his hands journey and found himself running his fingers against the smooth stone of the figure. She was still warm. He rubbed his thighs together and he cupped one of her frozen breasts, feeling a faint excited electricity beneath his fingers. She was still in there, he could feel it. She was frozen in that moment of bliss, immobile and eternal. What the heck had she drunk?

What did I drink, Liam thought with a start. He swiveled away from the statue and got a good look at his hands. His fingers were starting to elongate and meld together into fleshy mittens, and his thumbnails were growing long and black as strange, thick blue hairs began to grow out of his arms. His pants were getting tighter, and not just in the crotch. His thighs were touching now, even without his movements, and his butt began to strain the seat of his jeans. Something near the base of his spine was starting to itch like crazy, and Liam found himself fumbling with the clasp of his belt to get it off quickly. He was looking down when his chest began to develop, fat swiftly accumulating on his front, forming a set of fleshy peaks beneath his shirt than were gaining ground, maturing into an outright bosom. He brought his stunted hands up and felt his tender nipples underneath his shirt, sensitive, responsive and riding the flesh that was piling underneath them as they pushed outwards. He gripped his new assets as they filled what was left of his hands.The warping young man was backpedaling, too drunk to truly panic, but intensely out of his comfort zone.

Liam cupped his breasts as if they would fall off if he wasn’t holding them, swaying wildly. His attempts to ask for help screeched slightly as his throat began to spasm and malform. His feet felt odd against the floor, skidding slightly as his staggering legs tried to find purchase. Something had happened to his shoes, they weren’t there anymore.

“I….think I wanna….leave….” he crowed, trying to find his voice as it scratched away from him. There was pressure against his tailbone, like something was trying to grow from his spine.
Liam’s already somewhat protuberant nose began to extend into his field of view as his eyes itched. New sensations flooded his limbs as they began to elongate like putty, until his fingers were a single digit as long and thick as his arm bones. The hair covering them accelerated and grew, flaring outwards as they gained surface area. He waved his arms in front of his face, ensuring that they were what he thought. All of that “hair” had grown thick and flared outwards. They were definitely feathers.

Wings, he told himself. He had traded his arms in for wings.
He flapped them again, generating a substantial breeze and accidentally swatting a passerby in the face. Liam whirled around to croak out an apology, only coming face to face with his roommate once more.

“Iiii Aaaa Mmmm” Desmond mumbled, clearly more hammered than even his transforming roomie was. Somewhere along the way, he had lost his shirt. “I got…hah. You’re a bird”
Liam gritted his teeth, starting to notice that they had grown sharp and jagged in his increasingly alien mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but could only conjure an angry squawk.
“Ha! Yeah!” Desmond’s head bobbed up and down in agreement. Now that Liam could get a better look at his friend, there were a few definite discrepancies in his appearance that the shifting young man felt a need to point out.

“Desmond? What the hell happened to your arms?” He attempted to say, but managed only another unintelligible avian cry. He brought up a still growing wing and flapped it at one of Desmond’s smooth shoulders where a limb should have been.

The amputated man looked down at the unblemished stump and burped.
“Oh yeah. They just sorta….” he gestured behind himself with a nod, as if implying that his arms had inconveniently fallen off and they could be located somewhere on the floor in his wake.
Liam was about to caw at his friend again in annoyance, but his throat caught as the pressure in his chest doubled, and his breasts billowed outwards, thick, resplendent blue feathers growing across the fleshy orbs. The shiver of transformation plunged deeper and he felt the lower core of his body writhe with stimulation. Heat and pleasure were building in his abdomen, just as he felt the beginning of a fifth limb start to extend from his spine, poking and fighting against the waistline of his pants.

Liam glanced upwards and gawked as Desmond’s body seemed to mirror his own, if only in shape. The young man’s normally rippling torso built from weeknights at the gym had given way to softer curves. His pectorals had swollen with fat, and were swiftly inflating into a bosom that rivaled Liam’s. The warping Desmond leaned forward, pressing his own rack against his roommates, forcing a crow of protest that melted into a sultry croon as Liam wobbled at the feeling of contact against his new breasts. There was a tingle of sensory electricity every time their nipples made contact with one another that made his legs shiver.

With a cry, Liam’s shifting nose and mouth finished their protrusion and hardened, sealing his tongue and sharp teeth beneath the hard black shell of a beak. It was rounded and slightly triangular, a shape reminiscent of a reptilian snout. He snipped at the air and crowed again, feeling his expanding hips and rear begin to tear at his pants, their destruction precipitated by an exponentially thickening tail that was now growing with a mission to reach the floor. Gyrating slightly in place, Desmond eyeballed his avian roomie as his own face began to shift. The larger young man’s features grew soft and round, a curtain of hair extending to drape again his shoulders. He kissed the air and licked his new full, enticing lips, which set Liam’s already stimulated senses aflame.

Desmond’s pants began to grow slack against a slimming waist, and it only took a few brief shimmies to cause them to drop away, right before his hips expanded to suit a swelling butt. Liam was practically drowning in the hot tension that had seized him since he saw he saw the elf at the front door, and confronted with such a vividly female form, he took the dive. He brought up his wide, sweeping new wings against Desmond’s new curves and began to nuzzle at his roomie’s changing face with his smooth beak. Eventually, he let his long, thick new tongue snake out of his mouth and lick at Desmond’s neck, one wing reaching down to grab at his wide, soft backside with whatever dexterity his feathers and thumb could offer him. His sharp talon caught on Desmond’s ill-fitting briefs, and a single gesture tore them away. Nothing even remotely masculine lay beneath them.. Any trace of masculine anatomy underneath them had winked out of existence some time ago.

Desmond moaned and delicately brought one shapely leg up in between Liam’s, stroking the insides of his thighs with her knee. She reached higher and massaged at Liam’s crotch with the only limbs she had available to her. Liam’s tail had grown thick and powerful, a broad fan of blue feathers blossoming at the tip and kicking up a small breeze as it swatted at the air with excitement.
It took a few moments of unfamiliar stimulation for Liam to realize what was happening to his genitals. He bucked again, feeling the tip of his manhood shrink and withdraw into wet folds that were parting in the way of Demond’s massaging thigh. Liam cawed again, thrusting himself against the warm limb beneath him, realizing that he had fully developed a vagina. No part of the avian beastie that Liam had become was identifiably male anymore.

Liam licked her beak, and looked down at Desmond’s wriggling form. She realized that she could ensconce more and more of her armless roommate in her wingspan and spread legs. For the first time since they had met, Liam had several inches of height on her roommate, and the margin was increasing. Liam pushed her considerable breasts into Desmond’s face, which was only briefly level as she continued to shrink. Reaching down to wrap her claws around Desmond’s butt, she gave it another hard squeeze, now able to encompass each cheek with an entire taloned hand. The shrinking, armless woman ground herself up against Liam's knees as she grew smaller, drunkenly laughing and moaning with lust.
Liam finally scooped a wing underneath the pint-sized female and brought her splayed form back up to her chest. Desmond seemed to be trying to bury herself in Liam’s breasts, and Liam rewarded her curiosity with attention from her warm, powerful tongue, licking at Desmond’s shoulders, neck and ping-pong ball breasts. She was barely over a foot now, and still losing height. Practically a doll in the wings of her towering friend, Desmond lay back and spread her legs on the bed of feathers Liam’s wings formed beneath her, shuddering and sighing with a reduced voice that was almost completely drowned out by the music and lively crowd all around them. Liam brought her head down, drawing her tongue along the armless woman’s neck and down between her breasts, tasting her warm flesh that squirmed and squealed with every centimeter of progress. Liam felt her body flush, her nipples growing stiff and a delicious warmth burning in her chest, pouring like molten gold to pool down in her abdomen and set her freshly installed feminine folds alight with the ghost of some indescribable pleasure that was already a hundred times purer than any stimulation that she had experienced as a man. And even that was just a suggestion of what she could achieve, a tempestuous glow serving to slicken her passage and leave her hungry for more. One glance at Desmond’s blushing body and she knew that the tiny girl felt the same.

She finally parted her beak and panted hot breath across Desmond’s minuscule form, now less than a foot, as she plunged her questing tongue in between her plaything’s legs. Liam was close enough to hear Desmond’s high-pitched howl of delight as the soft, tiny center of her femininity grew red hot, like a matchhead. Liam threaded Desmond’s inner thighs with her tongue, licking back and forth across her vagina until the tiny girl was practically riding it like a saddle. Desmond shuddered, and clenched her thighs tightly around Liam’s tongue like a nutcracker as her little point of heat became white-hot. Her entire body convulsed in pleasure.

Liam withdrew her tongue, savouring the slightly strawberry-taste of Liam and watching the 8-inch woman recover from her first female orgasm with a hint of jealousy. She watched as the sweaty sheen across Liam’s body started to become more and more pronounced, developing a smooth, rubbery quality that seemed to have sunk into her very skin. Liam was lost in rapture as her kicking legs slowly drew together on their own, until her whole body formed a narrow shape. It started at her thighs, the plastic skin between them fading together until the were a single molded body part, resembling a pair of legs but impossible to separate. Then the same thing happened to her knees, and then her calves. Finally her feet came together, leaving Desmond utterly bereft of extremities. A vibrant pink colour, the same shade as the shot that she had drunk at the beginning of all this, started to colour her skin, and Liam finally realized that she really was turning into slick rubber, or silicone.

Desmond’s squirming started to grow slower as the pink rubber that would define her faded further and further in, until her whole body was rendered hot pink against Liam’s rich, blue feathers. Her body gave one final spasm, her legs straight, her chest puffed out and her head keeling back with a look of utter ecstasy on her face, and then she was still.

Liam blinked, still panting and riding a state of arousal that she had never before experienced. Desmond wasn’t moving. Liam prodded at her with a clawed thumb to ensure that this inanimacy was absolute, and was greeted with the feeling of firm rubber underneath her digit. The rubber toy in her hand twitched slightly, and Liam squawked as she thought her roommate might still have some agency. But what she assumed was initially kicking was actually just a slight reformation of the feet, a smooth, convex disk spreading out from the soles of her feet to form a sturdy suction cup. A mount.

Liam’s feathers ruffled as she let the party wash over her. For a while, she had entertained the thought that every strange, shocking and WONDERFUL change that she had undergone was only temporary...but that concept was starting to feel as alien as her new body. She tapped her sharp talons on the floor and examined the iridescent blue plumage of one wing, marveling at its luster. Her thick tail swayed behind her, her fan of blue feathers at the tip flicking open and shut. Each pass of her tail brushed its base at the taut orbs of her plump buttocks, tickling and stimulating her in equal measure. Her tongue ran over her teeth, the sharp, jagged mouth of a predator.
Liam glanced down and shook her chest, watching the two heavy basketballs of flesh sway and jiggle, each tug from the forces of gravity and momentum sending a tingle of pleasure through deep pools of her bosom, trickling down to the ever-present heat between her legs. A smile only visible in her eyes radiated outwards. Why would she ever want to revert from this? Liam had never imagined inhabiting the form of a fierce, sexual creature endowed with such primal beauty.
Primal…

Pieces, lessons and tidbits of information started to assemble themselves in Liam’s brain as she thought about her body and the creature that she had become. Much of her seemed avian, but she had a strength, a ferocity to her new form that seemed ill suited to a bird. Her tail, and her teeth within a proto-beak. The claws and eyes of a fierce hunter.
Liam laughed, the sound distorting into a trilling, warm growl as it escaped her altered mouth. She was an honest-to-goodness velociraptor. Not a pebble-skinned reptile like something from the movies, but something closer to the distant ancestors of modern birds that paleontologists theorized about.

The dinosaur flexed her wings outwards, new, powerful arm muscles sweeping the feathery curtain and kicking up a small draft. She wondered if she could fly, or even glide with these. She fanned herself with one, deciding that even if they were purely ornamental, they were worth it. Her tail fanned the air again as she stalked through the crowd of fellow party goers with a hunter’s gait. Already she was turning heads as her taloned feet rapped against the floor. She passed by the statue again, new impulses and tremors causing her to pause. It still thrummed with warm energy, so potent that this close, Liam could practically taste it. She caressed the stone, her sharp claws lightly gracing the immaculate curvature and eternally frozen features of the sculpture’s face. She envied the tangible buzz of ceaseless ecstasy that emanated from the stone and crackled against her feathers. The white hot ember of need buried within her new anatomy flared brighter and Liam knew that it had to be addressed.
She looked down at the eight inches of pink rubber she was still clutching in one taloned hand. She knew that her friend was completely inanimate and incapable of squirming in her hand, just like the statue, she was a solid, unmoving shape, made of thick rubber and magic.

She turned to the left, and saw a woman fall backwards onto a pile of pillows, her clothes being torn apart by a partner that seemed to have replaced their limbs with countless tentacles. Liam looked to her right, and saw a girl spread naked across the bar, fully mounted by her paramour, a slimmer young lady. Her toned female body and exhilarated expression suggested that whatever anatomy she was using to penetrate her partner was a new addition.
Liam adhered her former roommate to the floor with a firm grip and a small squelch. She’d barely be noticed for satiating herself.
Or maybe she would, the thought tantalized her. Any one of the partners around her would be more than welcome to explore her new body alongside her.
Or on top. Or beneath.

She crouched, hunger pushing her forward as she maneuvered into position over top her toy. Beneath her the phallus seemed to align itself, her surface growing slick with conjured lubrication.
Liam sat down.
It came to her in a rush as she felt Desmond enter her. She yelped, overstimulated and barely able to register the thought that she could have been a little more patient. It was too much, too many new sensations. To be filled, to feel a foreign entity sliding within her. Her vaginal lips stretching and parting to allow entrance, and that white-hot, burning heat as the curves of Desmond’s body rubbed against her clitoris. That tiny, flushed bump was like a raw nerve, exploding and piercing her with pleasure. She rose, and thrust again, new, fantastic ecstasies flowing further and further up through her body. It was more than she could have ever imagined and yet ...it was still not her full potential. Every pump, every new rush was building towards something, hotter and hotter, heavier and heavier….

Something aligned itself just right, and the dam broke. Liam let out a shrieking roar as she orgasmed, her feathers ruffling and her tail pounding against the floor. Her claws dug deep furrows into the wood and every muscle tensed and untensed at the overwhelming pleasure flooding her brain. Her thighs finally buckled as her legs crumpled beneath her and strength drained from her exerted form.
She lay there as the party became a haze of light and sound around her, softly crooning garbled birdsong. She doubted that genuine twittering was something her new voicebox was capable of, or speaking for that matter. The thought of being rendered mute didn’t hit a powerful twinge inside of Liam. She hadn’t been much of a talker before all this. She idly massaged her heavy new breasts and let out a croon. This new body had other, more fundamental methods to communicate.

Someone was suddenly on top of her, capitalizing on Liam’s prone form. She felt a hand behind her head, stroking her plumage while another groped at one of her pillowy breasts. Another hand was stroking her thigh and another was rubbing at her loins, still hot and flush with anticipation for another round. The recumbent raptor closed her eyes in delight, wondering if all those arms belonged to the same person. She crooned, lightly nipping at the nape of a neck in her periphery and softly caressed a feminine torso with the blunt of her talons. One of her partners squirmed as the dinosaur’s feathers tickled her thigh. Feminine heat radiated against her palm as Liam found what she was looking for. One wing delicately gripped the plush ass she had discovered as the other snaked around to bring Desmond up to her playmates inviting nethers, gripping it as best she could. The sex toy seemed to grow active and slick with new life again as it’s head brushed soft flesh. Liam teased her inside, feeling the woman on top of her quiver and tense with pleasure as the dildo was coaxed further and further into her.

A new presence was suddenly between the raptor’s thighs, and she could feel something wet and prehensile probing at her lips. A tongue? A tentacle? She didn’t know or care. It’s wielder teased and tickled her with expert technique, warm pleasure spreading from her crotch down her legs and up into her belly. She let out an animalistic cry in turn as the partner on top of her shuddered with orgasm.
She let herself be borne on the wave of wild indulgence, warmth and ecstasy.
The night rode on, and Liam rode with it.