The Transformation Arts Expo - Vivian's Demonstrations

by Ordos Tsceri

“Good evening, everyone!  First off, I’d like to you welcome you all to the Fourth Annual Transformation Arts Exposition on behalf of this seminar’s generous sponsor, Wide Horizons!”

Suzie Parker stood on a stage in front of a crowd of about two hundred people.  The space was only at about half capacity, but that was to be expected; the expo proper wouldn’t begin until tomorrow.  Today was mostly dedicated to setup-a flurry of activity across the convention center as thousands of professionals and intern-conscripts scrambled to assemble booths, prepare arcano-technological apparatuses, put up signage, and wrangle personnel for the transformation industry’s largest, most prestigious, and best publicized event.  But all that was taking place beyond, in the vast halls and winding hallways and auditoriums of the Rostwyn Convention Center.  In this room, one of the very first speaking sessions was just about to start, and quite an audience of professionals and press had gathered for it.

(Entirely by coincidence, a meet-and greet social with a cocktail bar for expo contributors was set to begin the next room over in just under forty minutes.)

Suzie herself was doing her best to control her excitement.  She was a student at the nearby Rostwyn Community College (go Fighting Roosters!), and like many of the students there, she was invited to participate with the exposition for course credit and a tuition rebate.  The ones not participating on behalf of one sponsor or another would likely show up anyway; it was the most exciting thing to happen in Rostwyn in years!

She was dressed in a skin-tight spandex suit.  It covered her, from the cap she had neatly tucked her hair under to the glove-tight wrappings around her individual toes, saving only a circle from her chin to her temple showing off her face, and a similar one on her lean stomach, showing off her bare navel.  Everywhere else was shiny white, with Wide Horizon’s logo written in bold red letters over her chest, across her modest breasts.

“I’d like welcome this session’s speaker, Mademoiselle Genevieve du Arnau, proprietress of the Body Boutique, and three times Gammetelier Magezine’s Sorceress of the Year!”

Vivian stepped onto the stage.

The sorceress stood over six feet tall.  Her skin was a dusky lavender, her hair a dark night-sky blue, framed by four curved daemonic horns that swept back from her temples.  A faint hard sound accompanied her every step, her cloven hoofs tapping against the wood of the stage.  The sorceress had four arms and four breasts, a fleshy tail swaying behind her.  Her clothes were obviously custom-made and fitted, a black silk blouse with violet trim that covered her chest and shoulders but left her midriff and arms bare… showing off a toned physique in the process.  She wore a similar skirt of the same material, fitted with a hole for her tail and extra room for her rather masculine bulge.

Suzie suppressed a gasp.  She hadn’t seen many transformed individuals in her life, and Genevieve was… imposing.  But she wouldn’t let that stop her.  A quick breath and she continued with her speech none the worse… save for a slight blush.

“Genevieve will be demonstrating some of the most common and useful techniques she’s developed in her practice.  I’ll be handing the stage off to her, but our sponsor, Wide Horizons, has prepared a demonstration!”

She stepped to one side of the stage and pulled back a device; a block, similar in size and shape to a car battery, and from the way she hauled it, about as heavy.  It was mostly nondescript, but it she pulled out something from it, a plug of sorts, tethered to the rest of the device by a thin, extendible tube.

“Wide Horizons is at the forefront of inflation, expansion, and fashion!  I’ll be showing off a custom-printed slogan suit, guaranteed to look great on you, grow to any size you can, and retain its original shape!  So whether you’re advertising for your favorite business or event or just want to look good while you blow up, Wide Horizons is the right choice!”

She slid the plug device into her navel, just for a second wondering about the double meaning in the last bit of her speech.  She gasped as the machine hummed to life, and she took a stumbling half-step backward, wobbling as the first changes started, the taut spandex of her suit bulging out over her expanding form.  Her belly puffed out first, just a little, too round and taut to look like simple pudge, and was soon followed by similar swelling along her thighs, butt, and breasts.

“Oooph… erm… Because… because with Wide Horizons you’re not just the center of attention; you’ll be filling up the whole sky!”

“Thank you for that wonderful introduction,” Vivian said, taking the microphone from Suzie’s hand and placing it on a stand… out of range of the blimping girl and the soft gasps and moans she’d be making while she inflated.

“Many of you may know me as Vivian.  Genevieve is a bit of a mouthful.  I’m the owner and proprietress of the Body Boutique, and a fifteen year veteran of the industry.  I’m happy with my own, personal shop, and I’ve help set up some former apprentices with boutiques of their own.  Ours is a very hands-on, intimately personal industry, creating bespoke changes for people on a case by case basis.  I’ve been asked to share some insights I’ve earned over my career, and I’ve prepared spells and charms for three of the most common techniques and procedures I’ve come to employ.”

She looked over the audience.  The Transformation Expo always chose a location without any inherent magical presence; no Cosmagic, no Aracadia, no fae, just mundane life as normal as it comes.  As a result, it was easy to tell locals from the more experienced personnel, most of whom have been changed to one degree or another over the course of their careers.  Vivian had arranged for three subjects ahead of time, but there was a flight delay and they wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow.

“Now, I had this all planned out in advance, but the gods of skies and airlines make fools of us all, so I’ll be requesting the cooperation of some volunteers from the audience.  To begin… ah, you.”

Vivian gestured one of her lower arms towards a young woman in the third row

She seemed cute, Asian features, shoulder length black hair, petite build, vibrant green eyes widened with surprise… she was dressed in a simple blouse and matching skirt, elegant more than sexy.  She had been taking diligent notes on a laptop.  Vivian considered picking someone else, but the slight blush that crept onto the woman’s cheeks when she was singled out… it was too adorable. 

“Please, join me up here.  What’s your name?”

It took a moment for the young woman to step up onto the stage next to Vivian.  She was easily a foot and a half shorter than the sorceress, and her nervousness was writ upon her posture, her movements, and even her voice when she responded; “Naomi… Naomi Wren…”

“Thank you, Naomi.  Now, everyone in the field knows that the most common transformations are simple, cosmetic things.  There’s a reason the biggest name in transformation is Cosmagic, after all.  I’d say more than half my clients come in for things a plastic surgeon would have done in decades past; a cuter nose, slightly different features, slightly larger boobs… it’s important work, but I don’t mind admitting I’m often a little frustrated with… such mundane requests.”

Naomi shuffled a bit.

“Now, I do relish the customers who come to me for help… exploring things.  Their desires, their identity, their futures.  You learn to get a read on people, and I won’t deny that the magic helps.  So, while a lot of my work is normal minor cosmetic stuff, the first procedure I’d like to demonstrate is my go-to for customers who want a change, but don’t really know what to change.”

She looked down at Naomi and smiled, the expression soft on her handsome face.

“Naomi… you’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

Naomi gasped.  “I… uhm…”  Again, that blush colored her cheeks, and again Vivian thought the girl in front of her was almost painfully adorable.

“There’s no shame in that.  A lot of people bloom late.  Some choose to never bloom at all… but I think, for you, it’s more a matter of… opportunity.  Of shyness.  Do you ever wish you could be just a little bit more adventurous?” 

Naomi bit her lip, and, after a second, shook her head.  Yes. 

“I thought so.  Fortunately, I have exactly the treat to offer you…”

She closed the distance between her and the student with a single step.  Two of her arms wrapped around her, half holding, half caressing, firmly along her lower back.  One was on her shoulders, pinning her near, and the final drifted to her face, where a graceful thumb traced itself over Naomi’s bottom lip.  She was close enough for Naomi to feel the heat from her manhood, from her skin, from her breath.

“I promise you’ll like this,” she whispered for Naomi’s ears only.  The college student seemed to melt in her grasp.  She loved it when they did that.  Naomi’s lips parted ever so slightly, and Vivian lifted her up with four arms to bring her lips to Naomi’s.

Some in the audience gasped.  Others applauded.  One asshole whistled.  Vivian ignored that, weaving magic through her mouth into her eager receptacle… 

She lowered Naomi down and turned around… her tail caressing the girl’s leg beneath her skirt.  Naomi was wide eyed, brilliantly flush and flustered, and panting.

“I call this particular enchantment the Daemon Tongue.  It’s a fairly minor transformation, and has the benefit of being entirely concealable…”

She smirked.  “So long as the subject cares to conceal it.”

Naomi… wobbled on her feet, unsteady.  “I… I feel…” she murmured, clearly struggling with a cascade of emotions, foremost amongst them arousal, confusion, and worry.

“Now, try saying that again.”

Naomi blinked.  “I… I fffflllhhh…”

Her eyes show wide open as her tongue spilled out of her mouth.  It’s pink length slipped, inch by inch, wriggling obscenely past her chin.

“Now, this isn’t a simple enlargement enchantment.  That’s part of it.  Naomi’s delightful tongue here,” she stepped back towards the college girl and lifted one of her hands up, picking up her tongue and stroking it with her fingers.  Naomi gasped and staggered, falling to her knees.  Vivian knelt to keep her grip on her the girl’s tongue, “will be over a foot long by the time we’re done.  Completely retractable, once she gets the hang of it.”

She grinned as Naomi moaned under the stroking of her fingers.  The tongue continued to grow in her grip, its texture changing, shifting ever so slightly.

“But that’s just part of it.  The real meat of the change is the subtle affects.  I like to use a variant of Theresa’s Tantalizing Touch, woven into the change on the most fundamental levels.  You see, Naomi’s tongue here won’t just be long, it’ll be sensitive.  So sensitive, in fact, it’ll supplant her vagina as her primary erogenous organ.  Sure, she can still achieve climax from normal intercourse… but touching, tasting a lover with her tongue, and above all, using it to give pleasure are now her primary source of erotic delight.”

Naomi’s eyes were closed, a dreamlike expression on her face as her tongue extended, wrapping up Vivian’s hand, entwined up her arm, past her wrist, writhing against her lavender skin.  She was stroking with dexterous fingers, and cooing, moaning noises escaped Naomi’s throat.

“It usually takes subjects a few days to get full control over their new organ, but once they do, they have a spectacular way to entice lovers, to give pleasure, and a deep desire to perform oral sex.  Even kissing becomes intensely and powerfully erotic.  That’s the baseline spell; an extendible, vastly elongated tongue married to intense sensation and sensitivity enchantments.  Simple, elegant, and delightful.  Subjects can walk away and no one will ever know anything has changed… unless they deign to unfurl their tongue and give the blow job of a lifetime.”

“Now, there are additional possibilities.  Several clients have asked to for the change to include fork-tipped tongues, intentionally giving the subject a permanent lisp.  I could do that here, but to be honest, the infantilism of that change never really clicked for me.  I much prefer to give the base some additional texture.  I admit it’s hard to see from here, but Naomi’s tongue has grown fleshy nubs along its base.  Trust me when I say these give a blow job something indescribably powerful… once you learn how to use them appropriately.”

Noami moaned, her tongue now a foot and a half long, writhing against Vivian’s forearm.

“And that’s all.  It’s a remarkably simple and versatile procedure, once you get the hang of it.  Lovely Naomi here may have a period of… adjustment, before she can speak normally or keep from drooling.  It usually takes a couple of days, but most people are able to book a weekend appointment and show up for school or work looking perfectly normal on Monday.  But… I’ve noticed some additional… not changes, but ramifications.  So much of the subject’s sexuality now revolves around exploring with their tongue, with giving pleasure… many… well, most become remarkably submissive.  Maybe it’s a selection bias; those willing to change in such a manner may just be more given to the idea of being controlled or giving pleasure in a relationship… or it may  just come from the intense oral fixation that comes from the change itself.  Either way… I haven’t heard any complaints.  Isn’t that right, Naomi?”

Vivian stood up, and Naomi rose with her.  She pulled her arm away, and Naomi, reluctantly, let it slip past her tongue.  She opened her green eyes, suddenly aware of the audience and all the eyes on her, and tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth.  She mostly succeeded.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Mrrph alrrrh onnooth?”



Vivian chuckled, as did much of the auditorium.  She retrieved a towel from her bag and began to clean her arm.  “Little joke.  You should be able to talk normally in a day or so.  Just focus on keeping that monster in your mouth… or focus on finding someone you’d like to use it on.”

“Mrrrrprhhr!”  Naomi said, her eyes darting from the sorceress to the audience.  She opened her mouth to speak again, only for her tongue to roll out, in its full foot and a half glory, its base and center ridged with wet, twitching nubs.  Her eyes went wide, but as her tongue curled and coiled against herself her eyes fluttered, and saliva slipped past her lips… 

“Thank you, dear.  You’ve been a wonderful subject.  Now, head back to your seat and enjoy the rest of the demonstration,” Vivian said, giving Naomi a gentle pat on her head and a slight push to her back with two separate hands.  She’d expect her subject’s mind would be a tad foggy for a bit, but the tactile directions got through to her and she half walked, half staggered her way off the stage and back to her seat, still wobbly on her legs.

When she sat down, it took her a second to pull her tongue back into her mouth.  She blushed as she scrambled for some tissues in the purse she left by her seat to wipe away trails of drool.

“Oooph… I… woah… what just happened?”

Vivian turned to see Suzie, still on the stage… except not exactly literally anymore.  The slender, lithesome sophomore’s body had changed significantly; her belly was round and taut like a parody of a pregnancy, brushing against two gigantic pumpkin sized breasts.  The volume had gone primarily to her womanly parts, her head and arms almost entirely untouched, and only her thighs expanding as her growing hips and ass pushed her legs further apart.  She was running her hands over her swelling body, almost lewdly, the impression of her sex forming distinct camel-toe in the skin-tight suit, clearly visible now that her thighs were too spread out for her to rub them together.

It was clear to see what had gotten through all that sensation, though.

“Congratulations dear, you have achieved lift-off!” Vivian said, to slight chuckles from the crowd.  Suzie was floating now, tethered to the ground by the tube that was still inflating her, her legs kicking uselessly against the air.

“Erhm… how… how big am I supposed to get?” Suzie asked, quiet enough that only Vivian could hear her.  She shrugged.  In the back of her mind, Vivian noted that she’d already gotten bigger than she had expected.

“Now, for my next subject…” she spotted a blonde woman in the front row, beautiful, lively, and actively raising her hand… and, most importantly, she could tell that this one wasn’t wearing a bra.  “You, come on up, step up to the microphone and introduce yourself.”

This student was much more enthusiastic, more energetic than Naomi.  She rushed up to the stage, practically running, and then smiled as she spoke into the microphone.  She had shoulder-length blonde hair and a sporty physique with modest b-cup breasts, and was dressed in a pair of denim hot-pants and a plain t-shirt.

“Heya!  I’m Rachel Weiss.  So… what do you plan to do to me?” 

“Oh, nothing much, just stand here for a moment… now,” she pivoted her attention to the audience, “I mentioned that, by far, the most requested changes are simple.  Cosmetic.  Mundane.  It’s the rare woman who hasn’t wanted a cup size or two on top of what nature and genetics blessed them with at one point or another in their life.  And with sorcery, that’s a lot more achievable than it’s ever been.  There is, however, one professional problem with that procedure…”

She let out a theatrical sigh, her head tilting to one side with exasperation.  “It’s.  So.  Boring!”

The joke didn’t quite land, not with everyone.  Several of the transformation experts in the audience, those who actually worked in the industry of magic and change, laughed earnestly, but at least half the audience were reporters, locals, or college students who didn’t find the humor in the comment, just as Rachel didn’t. 

But she didn’t have a chance to fidget.  Vivian stepped up behind her.  She placed two hands on her hips, anchoring her, while she laced her fingers between Rachel’s, lifting up the woman’s arms.

“Fortunately, even requests like this have room for enhancement.  With just a little creativity, you can achieve results so much more enjoyable for all parties involved!”

“So… uhm, am I still getting bigger boobs?” Rachel asked, her voice a tad less bubbly. 

There was a moment of quiet as those with witch-sight could see Vivian preparing a spell, weaving energies, letting the whisper of change slip into her subject through the contact of skin on skin, of fingers intertwined, of mingled warmth and shared excitement.  Rachel’s expression changed, her mouth opening in a soft, silent gasp…

And then Vivian pushed Rachel’s hands downward, and Rachel’s arms sank into her chest.

“Gaaaah!” Rachel cried out, her eyes rolling with overwhelming sensation. 

Vivian’s push was swift.  First Rachel’s upper arms sank away.  Her elbows vanished in under two seconds.  But, as the lengths of her limbs vanished, her chest began to expand.  The growth of her breasts was seamless, the expansion beginning the instant her arms began vanishing and the mass bounding outward rounding out from modest b cups to full double-ds by the time her forearms began to vanish. 

Vivian lifted her hands from Rachel’s when her forearms were half gone, but the movement remained and the rest of her arms continued to sink into her.  Vivian’s other two arms tightened their grip, and were all that kept Rachel from collapsing on stage, her other two arms pushing back the sleeves of Rachel’s t-shirt to provide an unobstructed view to the audience.  Within seconds all that was left were her hands, their palms already halfway vanished into her shoulders.  Her fingers wriggled, almost as if they were waving goodbye, as the palms vanished too, and at last those digits were absorbed, leaving her shoulders smooth, round, and seamless.

Vivian released her grip on Rachel’s sleeves, which fell limp and empty to either side.  The rest of her t-shirt wasn’t so lucky; the fabric strained against the growing mass of her chest, her now obscenely voluptuous breasts blossoming and growing still.  Now Vivian’s grip kept her from toppling over under the weight of the new endowments.

No more than ten seconds after it began the transformation ended.  Rachel was panting, her gaze drawn down to the twin orbs, each larger than her head, that would be obstructing her view of her feet from now on.  They had turned her loose t-shirt into an almost painfully tight tank-top, her midriff utterly exposed. 

“There, there.  Take your time.  Find your balance,” Vivian murmured above Rachel, loud enough for the microphone nearby to pick up. 

“Now, the eagle-eyed amongst you will notice that the mass-distribution isn’t an exact one-to-one.  I like to use Melody Marvelous Mammaries, but instead of casting it fully from my own mana I tie it to the limbs I’ll be redistributing.  It takes a little tinkering, but the benefits are delightful.” 

“My… my arms…” Rachel panted, again supporting herself with the strength of her own legs… but still visibly depending Vivian’s arms holding her steady.

“Have gone to much better use.  You see, this enchantment doesn’t just give you volume and shape.  Any hedge-witch can do that.  No, this magic also vastly increases sensitivity.  All the tactile capacity and sensation you had in those silly old hands has gone straight to your breasts.  There are other benefits; it’ll keep your pretty sweater puppies preternaturally perky, bouncy, and it will prevent any spine problems from all that mass ever popping up!  It’ll even help with your balance!”

She released her arms and Rachel gasped, half falling, half staggering forward.  One uncertain step, then another, and a clear over-correction form the tug of her new mass forward send her toppling backward… right into Vivian’s four arms.  And with each movement, her nearly basketball-sized tits jiggled obscenely, threatening to tear her beleagued top in half while her empty sleeves flapped uselessly.  She was blushing scarlet when she looked up at Vivian, held by her four strong arms.

“Mind you, it can only help with that last one.  Magic can only do so much.”

The audience chuckled.  There was scattered applause.

“Admittedly, not many customers are brave enough to go full armless, at least not on their first visit.  I only get to do this with those who give me some control over their changes… but I’ve yet to hear one customer regret it once the initial shock wears off… in part because I layer in Theresa’s Tantalizing Temptations into the spell-matrix.  It’s a very modest mind-altering spell, more of a nudge than a compulsion, but it helps clients find the delight in things they were only ever modestly intrigued of before.  It won’t work if the subject doesn’t already at least like the idea of having gigantic breasts or the concept of helplessness… but, provided those inclinations are present, it synergizes with the change.  Now, Rachel… you will never open a doorknob again.  You will never be able to play with your new, gigantic, delightful breasts.  You are going to need help with so many things from now on.  How does that make you feel?”

“Uhmph…” Rachel murumured, her cheeks scarlet, her nipples threatening to pierce her shirt.

“That’s a girl!  Now, head back to your seat and enjoy the rest of the seminar.  I’m sure you’ll find someone to help you explore your new condition before the end of evening!” she smiled, gently straightening Rachel onto her feet and slowly letting her go.  This time she managed to walk off to the edge of the stairs before biting her lip at the stairs down.  A young man got up from the first row of seats and stepped up, placing a hand on her shoulder.  She smiled at him as he helped her down… and the audience chuckled as her breasts ‘accidentally’ rubbed against him as she staggered on the final step.  Vivian grinned as Rachel accepted his aid and returned to a seat next to him, rather than the one she left a few short minutes ago.

“So… big…”

Vivian thought the voice was commenting on her recent subject, but when she realized it was Suzie speaking she craned her neck upward.

The Wide Horizon logo was brilliantly on display, stretched wide and bold.  Indeed, a network of shimmery lines, invisible when the suit was still at person size, flashed as Suzie wobbled in place, still anchored by the inflating chord.  Vivian had expected the inflating girl to have far bigger breasts than Rachel, she certainly had last she checked, but at some point during her work the build up of pressure in the announcer had overcome her feminine shape.  Where once gigantic breasts, pregnant belly, and bubble-butt had dominated her figure, now the bountiful endowments were gone, merged into a single round sphere nearly ten feet across that made up the majority of Suzie’s figure.

Her limbs were mostly gone, only her hands and feet, wriggling helplessly, poked out from the expanse of her growing body.  As Vivian looked, she saw the fifth protuberance from the sphere; Suzie’s head, her face wrapped around the silvery skin-suit.  She too was panting, her pale skin flush… and then her eyes shot open.

“I feel… kinda… funny…” she murmured, far too quiet for anyone but Vivian to hear. 

And then, before her eyes… her head wobbled… and then slipped backward.  With a soft ‘pop!’ the fifth protuberance slipped into the sphere, leaving only her face on the surface of her sphere, gasping, fixed facing outward with no visible head or neck.  Her fingers and toes doubled their wriggling.  Vivian doubted they’d be there next time she looked.  She turned her attention back towards her audience.

“Alright, I have time for one more… let’s have a guy this time.  Any volunteers?”

There were fewer hands going up this time… perhaps because, after Rachel, there were fewer hands in the audience.  A tentative one rose from a student in the third row, a little overweight, a tad shorter than average, shaggy dark hair… largely unremarkable, but something about him, about the reluctant, halting way he raised his hand ten seconds after everyone else… just too cute not to mess with.

“You,” she pointed at the man, “come on up!”

She grinned as she saw scarlet color the guy’s cheeks.  He seemed to wobble unsteady on his knees already as he stood up from his seat and approached the stage with halting steps.  He absolutely did not expect to be selected.

“Now, there are many changes that sort of hover around second or third place, by sheer volume of requests… but the most common commissions are all rather dull for a venue like this.  So, instead, I think I’ll demonstrate a suite that represents a… makeover.  Modest in scope, but exactly the sort of the image refresh I find many clients are looking for… albeit, many take a little convincing… ah, would you kindly introduce yourself young man?”

The college student was up on the stage by the microphone.  He looked up at the looming Suzie, his cheeks reddening.  “Uh… my name is Noah…  what exactly do you mean by, uh, a makeover?”

“Nothing you won’t enjoy dear.  Would you kindly disrobe?  You don’t have to, but it’d help things along.”

This got Noah’s attention back on the six and a half feet tall, four armed, daemonic sorceress grinning down at him.  “I… ahm… I’d rather not?”

Vivian laughed.  “Very fair!  Now, Noah, how attached are you to your penis?”

A trill of laughter ran through the audience.  Noah’s eyes widened, and he pivoted to the audience and back to Vivian. 

“Very!  I am very much attached to my penis!”

Vivian let slip a dramatic sigh.  “Most guys are.  No matter.”

Two hands were on Noah’s hips.  With surprising force, they spun him around, in time for the other two arms to steady him, grabbing him under his armpits and lifting the man up, until he was eye to eye with the taller sorceress.  She leaned forward… and kissed him, softly, on the tip of his nose. 

“Aaah!” Noah yelped, his body spasming at the current of sensation that came with that touch… and his manhood visibly tenting his trousers. 

He was panting as Vivian lowered him back to the ground.  Clearly, the kiss had carried something powerful.  “What… what did you just… do to me?”  Even as he spoke, his voice cracked and wavered.

“This is a charm I have… a personal history with; Irixis’ Infernal Influence.  It’s a delightful spell, although admittedly one that’s hard to master.  You need to get your hands on a genuine grimoire to properly learn it, but once you do… well, it is a versatile delight.  A little mote of elemental chaos, wrapped within the feminine and drizzled with an impassioned burn…”

“W-what?” Noah panted.  His pale skin was darkening, a vibrant purple forming on the tip of his nose, and then spreading out like spilled wine across his face, his head, down his neck… where it traveled his skin seemed smoother, his featured softened…

“Now, I always respect the wishes of my clients… and I can extend at least a little of that to volunteers like Noah here, but of course the demonstration must be suitably demonstrative.  She’ll just have to shrink out of those pants.”

“What!?” Noah managed, between strained, heavy breaths.  His shirt was visibly loose on his body now, and his arms scrambled at the waist of his jeans as he visibly shrank, inch after inch vanishing until he was under five feet tall…

“Ghaah!” he gasped as a pair of dark buds appeared on his forehead, and began to push outward, forming a pair of small horns.  His hands reached up to touch the new features, and his pants fell down, just before his hips and thighs widened…

“Oh, these would become painful in a bit,” Vivian murmured, snaking one finger under the hem of his boxers… and then pulling, the force tearing open his garment, leaving his hard cock, now truly purple, on display for all to see.  A few people in the audience clapped. 

“I’m a lady of my word, so our lovely new lady here will be holding onto her girl-cock… but Irixis’ charm is perfect for making daemon-girls… even petite ones.

Noah wasn’t making coherent sounds.  His horns were curling up and backwards, his nose had grown smaller, his lips had become prominent and pouty, currently opened wide as he panted.  Two of Vivian’s hands grabbed his and held them up… and then a pained groan escaped Noah’s lips, notably high in tone, as his toes tingled, and recoiled from the pressure of hardness bursting through his shoes.  It was too much, too confining, to pressing…

Vivian bent down and tugged off his ruined sneakers with her two spare hands.  Noah raised his feet, one after the other, to accommodate her deft and steady hands without realizing it. 

“A change like this is all in the details.  And one I’m fond of is claws.  As you can see,” she said after tossing away Noah’s sneakers and socks off the stage, “our subject’s nails have been replaced.  She’ll be sporting fashionable black claws instead of flimsy toenails from now on.  They’re the next best thing to hooves.”

The audience chuckled at the joke.  Noah panted under the assailment of sensations, the tell-tale whispers of change coursing through his body.  He scarcely noticed as his bare feet settled, claws scraping against the wood of the stage.

“I find the chief value of this change is that it makes sneakers and normal, boring shoes impossible.  Not every client is ready to go full hoof, but this is a fun middle-ground; normal shoes aren’t built to accommodate hard bony claws, so subjects will either need to go bare-foot or lean into open-faced shoes… which just so happen to include the most flirty heels.  Either way, our subject will be showing off her toes from now on… or at least until she’s ready to commission some proper hoofs.”

“My… my shoes…” Noah managed as the sensations in his chest redoubled.  He felt weight shift… he was still shrinking, but his loose shirt was suddenly brushing against his nipples.  The crowd could see his breasts rising against the garment.  His hands were soon upon them, and he moaned again, feeling the give as his hands sank against his new additions.

The moan spiked into a cry as a tail snaked its way around his ass, wriggling and then squirming.  Vivian shifted her position, holding Noah’s hands up and anchoring him with her other two as his tail began to wriggle and writhe.  “Tails are great!  There can be a lot of variance, but this spell always makes the new appendage so delightfully sensitive.  She won’t be able to climax with it, but let me tell you, tail-stroking makes for magnificent foreplay… and will utterly ruin most pants.  She’ll need to either invest in clothes with a tail hole, or get used to riding those garments low… I can say from experience, both approaches have their upsides!”

Noah gasped, his knees buckled, and he would have collapsed into a panting pile of flesh and lust were it not for the four strong hands holding him in place.  As it was, he weakly strived against Vivian’s grasp, pathetic noises passing through his soft, feminine lips in an equally feminine voice.  It recalled porn videos he’d watched, the breathy, needful notes in his own voice, that sheer, unadulterated want…  And above it all, he was cognizant of the need pulsating from his cock with each and every heartbeat, not just the same size it was, but actually grown, in contrast to his diminished stature…

“For changes like this, I like to add Bellura’s Bifurcating Bisexuality to the underlying enchantment,” Vivian continued, ignoring Noah’s needful whimpering and addressing the crowd, their eyes on the naked, wriggling woman within the sorceress’ grasp.  “As you can see, our subject is intensely aroused.  She’s bisexual now, although the mental adjustments may be more accurately described as pansexual, Bellura wrote her spell in a time before that was a readily accepted phrase.  The key element, though, is that the subject’s old sexuality is entirely replaced, and the new one has enough masculine elements to find her femininity attractive while also manifesting a feminine fixation on her dick and balls.  The male refractory period absolutely sucks, so I use Aurelia’s Accelerated Arousal to effectively bypass it.”

Vivian continued, “The girl in her is turned on by her dick, and the guy in her is turned on by everything else.  This particular element can lead to narcissism… but, when paired with a uniform libido booster, it’ll make for a girl who’s turned on by her own reflection and eager to get down and dirty with most anyone she likes.”

Vivian smiled at her audience.  Noah’s tail wrapped around his shapely thighs, snaking its way to stroke at the base of his cock and smooth, hairless balls.  “Guys will often ask for a size boost… but I personally cap things at nine inches.  Beyond that, and you run into problems with people who don't have magical enhancements.  Granted, you can do some fun things on the larger side of that scale, but if you’re giving someone human-sized a horse cock, it’s important that they understand the unwieldy, flopping, inconvenient mass of their new organ will be a constant companion for the rest of their lives.  Some people will love that… but I think our new girl here would be a bit too lopsided with something like that… at least for now…”

One of Vivian’s four hands reached down and stroked Noah’s shaft.  Her fingers ran over its length, and then caressed its head.  That was all it took.  Noah yelped in a feminine squeak as her hips spasmed and she came, ejaculating in an impressive arc, splattering a handful of people in the first rows of the assembly hall.  Three spurts and she felt herself soften, all the while she panted within Vivian’s grasp.

She felt her cock, now nine inches long flacid, flop against her thighs… and she gasped at its heft, its weight, it’s suddenly delightful and alien mass… and she felt it twinge and harden again with her excitement…

Her body was entirely feminine now, narrow waist, slender arms and legs, pretty and cute face with full, kissable lips, and a pair of ram-like horns curling out of her forehead.  Her skin was light lavender, nearly pink in places, and her spade-tipped tail writhed behind her, caressing her thighs and rubbing against her round, bubble-ass, feeling her up seemingly on its own accord.  Her fingers and toes ended in hard, black claws instead of nails, and her old shirt hung loosely over her, her nipples tenting the garment, but the shirt itself resting well over her hips, her penis pushing it up with its arousal.

“A Damon Tongue enchantment would go well with Nora’s new body, but I’ve already done that.  If she wants to lick off her lovers, well, that can be another session and another surcharge.  Does that sound fun, Nora?”

Nora whimpered and wriggled against Vivian’s fore hands.  Her tail shifted, wrapping around one of Vivian’s lower arms, caressing it. Vivian rewarded it, stroking its flared tip with one finger, prompting gasps of delight from her subject with each movement.

“And there we have it, from normal college student to beautiful daemoness with a hefty lady-cock.  The nuances of her sexuality will need to be discovered… but she’ll be very receptive to giving and receiving dick from now on… and, as an entirely unanticipated bonus, she’s wound up with ram-like horns, which make for excellent handlebars, if anyone ever cares to mount her from behind.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Ummph… uhm… mayb… yes,” Nora murmured, struggling against Vivian’s grasp, and visibly loving how she made no progress against the larger daemoness’ hold. 

“And there we have it, a full makeover.  And she even got to keep her dick too!  I’m certain she and her future lovers will adore the new her!” 

“But… but what about clothes…” Nora murmured, still squirming in Vivian’s grasp.  “My… my pants are gone… and nothing will fit…”

“A new wardrobe is part of the fun!  Explore some things!  And… I think Cosmagic Kitchen was doing a demonstration today, they should have some clothes left over.  They’ll probably have something that’d fit you.  And if they don’t, well, there will be plenty of opportunities this week!  Now, let’s get you back to your seat.  Let’s here a round of applause for our brave and lovely volunteer!”

Vivian gave Nora a slight slap to her ass, prompting a cry of delight before Nora blushed as the audience clapped… and some whooped and cheered.  She began to move off the stage, haltingly at first, but she quickly got into a comfortable stride, her cock and balls wobbling obscenely between her rolling thighs…

Vivian noticed that, as she descended the stage, bottom-less and bare-foot, with only her ill-fitting old t-shirt draped over her petite top, Nora made eye contact with  Naomi, the first volunteer… and the daemon-tongued’d girl licked her lips.

Vivian smiled and approached the microphone at the center stage.

“Well, that’s everything I had planned for.  As always, you must respect the wishes of your clients… but really, you can do your best when you convince your clients to give you a little more control in their final transformations.  The charms I used are mostly open-source, and I’d be happy to offer training to anyone who wants to know more.  But that’s about all the time we have tonight…”

Vivian paused, hearing something…

“Mrrph…. Mrph… I… I feel… so tight… too tight…” Suzie murmured from overhead.

Vivian craned her neck up.  The student announcer was a sphere, at least fifteen feet across.  She filled the space above the stage, her upper surface wedged against the ceiling of the room, and her lower one only a few feet above the floor now.  There was no sign of her hands or feet or any of her human curves.  Presumably her face was still there, but it was pointed upwards now, beyond what Vivian could see… but she could hear an ominous creaking sound.

She frowned.  “I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to pop as part of this demonstration,” she said, more to herself than anyone else.  They would have probably mentioned if the student was supposed to explode into rubbery shreds and confetti if that had been the intention.  Probably.

With a quick, firm motion, she grabbed the tether to the device wedged in Suzie’s navel and tugged it loose.

FFFFFFFFFFFPPPHBTHTHTHTHTHTHTTH!

The plug popped free from her navel, and a tremendous amount of compressed helium followed it out.  Suzie might have yelped or cried or moaned, but whatever noise escaped her lips was drowned out by the undignified noise of her deflation.  She rocketed around, flying chaotically in wobbling, random directions, eliciting gasps and shrieks of surprise from the audience.

It was over in seconds.  Suzie’s erratic flight wound up depositing her back on the stage, next to Vivian.

After a brief second of silence, the crowd began to applaud. 

Vivian looked over.  The Wide Horizons suit was there on the stage, returned to its original size and proportions, perfectly fit for Suzie’s lithe body, now empty and crumbled up on the floor... but no sign of Suzie. 

Vivian knelt down by the empty suit and slipped a hand through the navel-hole.  It came out with… what looked like a flesh-colored pancake.  Suzie.  The pale skin was immediately recognizable, but she didn’t see any features… except for a feminine slit, presumably Suzie’s vagina.  She felt the contours on the other side as she lifted the volunteer before flipping her over in her hands to see her face.

Suzie’s eyes were open, moving around, but half-lidded; surprise losing ground to exhaustion as she seemed to nod off.  She’d had a big day, after all.  Her lips moved, as though to ask a question, but no noise emerged.  Perhaps she’d be more vocal inflated again; the enchantment seemed to be tied to that, but it was outside of Vivian’s area of expertise.  Deflated, Suzie seemed like a flat circle, maybe a foot in diameter, completely smooth and featureless save for her face, her pussy on the opposite side, and nozzle her belly-button had become.

“Does anyone know if Wide Horizons is supposed to come and collect her?” Vivian asked, but the audience was already moving, getting up from seats, eager to get to the mixer next door. 

Vivian shrugged.  She folded up Suzie (did she imagine that wriggling movement as her fingers brushed by her pussy?) and collected her things.  She could ask around later.  For now, she slid the tiny patch of woman-balloon into her purse.  She really took up no space at all like this.

And the cocktail mixer had just begun!  She could figure out what to do with the balloon-girl tomorrow.