(Female Multi Transformation / Male and Female Merging)

(Female Multi Transformation / Male and Female Merging)

“Oh MY GOD! I finally got it!” A tall and slender woman with long red hair gleefully shouts as she barges into the room. The girl named Alisha wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans that obscure and hang off her small breasts and butt. Her face shining with excitement

“Are you serious!” a well-built man named Darrick reacts matching the girl’s excitement as he stops flipping through tv stations.

“You know I wouldn’t lie about buying on after waiting for mouths!” the girl says pulling a pink box out from behind her back labeled TF Clay.

The young couple were both art students who specialized in clay. They shared a fetish for transformation. But due to the cost of any safe non-permanent ways to indulge in their fetish they had to settle with only creating art of it, until today. Mage-Tec’s newest product TF Clay is a magic clay that allows a person to be reshaped into anything even including objects, and turn back to normal. It was like it was made for them.

“Come on! I don’t want to wait any longer!” Alisha shouts, dragging Darrick from the couch.

“I’m coming!” he says, trying to run after her.

The two enter an office that was turned into the two’s art studio. Alisha opens the box and places the contents on a desk. There were three cans, two of them looked like ordinary spray cans while the last one was larger and had a screen protruding from the side of it. One of the regular-looking cans was labeled Primer, and the other was labeled remover. Darrick pulls on a pamphlet from the box and reads the instructions over.

“First spray the primer on the subject. Caution: keep away from the user’s face to avoid accidental transformation and loss of function. Note: Do not attempt to transform yourself alone and always inform someone about your use of TF Clay to avoid petrifying yourself with no one to turn you back or to prevent people from taking advantage of your state. After the subject is sprayed The sprayed area will turn into malleable clay. Note: An sprayed area will lose function so avoid spraying the head unless intentional. Non-sprayed areas will retain function as long as the subject is conscious due to magic (changing organs and other vitals doesn’t affect the subject). After you have molded the subject to your liking type in what material you want the molded subject to become and how long the subject will be transformed for, hit enter, and stay the subject. Watch as they magically turn into whatever you desire. Note: if you want to undo changes made while the subject is clay, spray the remover on the affected areas as they will turn to normal. Any non-transformed clay will return to the subject upon the remover being sprayed or the transformation expiring. Caution: DO NOT use permanent settings unless international!”

“Are you ready?” Darrick asks, shaking the primer can in his hand.

“Let’s start off with something small before we do any drastic changes?” Alisha asks making sure to be careful as to make sure nothing goes wrong. She rolls up her sleeve, “Let’s start with my arm.”

“Sure, but, you know I’m dying to play with your entire body,” Darrick says with a large grin causing Alisha to blush. Alisha always loved the thought of being the one transformed. She dreamed of having the chance to lose all control and be manipulated by someone forcefully. While Darrick dreamed of being the one to change the helpless victim and having power over them. The two of them matched perfectly as they constantly roleplayed their perverted fantasies.

Darrick sprayed Alisha’s arm, turning it bright reddish-pink. She giggled as the spray tickled her arm as the color spread up it. She tried to move her left arm but it wouldn’t budge, she poked her finger into the clay and it sank in leaving a hole when she pulled it out. “This feels so weird…” she says, feeling her clay arm. Darrick steps over to her and grabs pulling it off with ease leaving a nub on her shoulder. “Gha, my arm!” she shouted in surprise, “What was that for?” he didn’t answer but instead placed it down on a table. “Darrick what are you doing to my arm!?” she demands. “Darrick answer me-AGH!!!” she was interrupted by a gasp as Darrick finally revealed his plans. Her arm was rolled up into a large ball-like lump. Alisha could feel every touch as her arm lost its shape, every touch from the sculptor’s fingers felt pleasurable. She moaned as the lump that was her arm was smoothed out into a perfect sphere.

Darrick creased the ball of clay as he type on the screen on the can, ” Missing an arm for an hour sounds good to you?” Alisha nods, holding her mouth shut not to moan from Darrick’s teasing. Darrick presses enter on the screen and then shakes the can then sprays the ball.

Alisha feels a cold tingling as the ball of clay that was her arm transforms being shiny and retaining its reddish-pink color. Darrick picks up the round ball and squeezes it in his hand causing Alisha to flinch, he tosses the ball to her. She catches it causing her to gasp. She looked over her transformed arm squeezing it a couple of times and threw it on the ground causing her to gasp and bounce back up to her. “My arm’s a rubber ball?”

“Hey, you wanted something simple.” Darrick smiles, “How does it feel?”

“Weird… but cool,” she tosses her arm turned ball in the air and catches, “I kinda like it!”

“I hoped you did, because after your arm comes back. I’m going to show you my true talents.” Darrick leans in and whispers into her ear.

Alisha smiles and pushes the ball against Darrick's chest and says, “I can’t wait.”

The two spend the next hour watching tv and passing the Alisha ball between themselves each pass tempting Alisha to plunge her remaining hand into her pussy. But it would prevent her from playing with her arm so she resisted the temptation. Suddenly mid pass the ball disappeared in a flash and her arm reappeared as if it was never gone.

“That was amazing, come on lets it again!” she cheered as she felt down her returned arm.

“If you let me do anything to you,” he says with a devilish grin.

“Have fun…”

The two rush back into their studio. Alisha strips out of her clothing. Darrick motions Alisha to lay on the table. He sprays her down her body turning the same color as before, as it gets to her head she smiles as her body is fully turned into clay and she drifts into a deep sleep.

After what felt like an hour she woke up. She tried to sit up, but her arms and legs refused to listen to her. All she could do was helplessly wiggle and move her head. She moved her head to look at her arms but they were both gone, she looked down but her view was blocked by two massive breasts. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Darrick walk over to her. “Darrick, what did you do to me!?” She asks in a fearful panic. He picks her up and holds her in front of a mirror. She was just a torso and head with breasts and ass the size of basketballs.

“How does it look?” Darrick asks.

“God, this feels weird,” she says, wiggling her body causing her massive breasts to jiggle with each movement. “What happened to my arms and legs?”

Darrick pokes her breasts, “They’re in here and in your ass respectively.”

“I feel so small and helpless,” she says with a giggle,” How long am I going to stay like this?”

“For the weekend,” he says as he carries her to the living room, placing her down the couch. “Don’t worry, I will take good care of you. And I have a special present for you tonight.”

“Can you turn on the tv for me please?” she giggles realizing her situation as a helpless torso who was in complete control of her boyfriend.

After a while, Darrick came back to grab Alisha for dinner. Feeding her himself like a baby teasing her the entire time while she laughed back at him. When she had to go to the bathroom she nefariously asked him to take her, he balanced her on the toilet as they stepped out of the room to give her privacy. And used her breasts as a pillow while the two were watching a movie. And bathed her before bed, playing with her helpless body as she floated in the water.

“So… when am I getting this present you mentioned earlier?” The limbless girl asked as Darrick carried her to bed.

“Be patient,” he responds as he places her carefully on the bed.

Alisha could move her head and the only indication that Darrick was undressing was the sounds of his clothing being discarded. Darrick slipped under the covers and brought Alisha along with him. “Darrick, don’t tell me your-” she was cut off by a moan as his dick was plunged into her enlarged pussy. He held her down and rhythmically thrusts as he squees her large breasts treating her like a limbless sex doll. It was the roughest and most enjoyable sex the two of them ever had. End with both of them passing out from exhaustion after neither one of them wanted to stop, with Darrick’s dick plunged into Alisha. The rest of the week went similarly to that Friday night, Darrick teasing and playing with his helpless lover, ending with a night of sex. Monday Alisha woke up with her usual small breasts and ass, all of her limbs, and Darrick inside of her.

That morning the two decided that every weekend Alisha would be Darrick's toy to play with. And she also requested for him to permanently enlarge her breasts, still wanting to be autonomous she sacrificed a foot of her height shrinking her to four foot six.

For the next few months, Alisha would be turned into whatever Darrick shaped her into. It started off as turning her into an upper body with massive breasts and followed by legs with a massive ass. It quickly turned to her just becoming a pair of massive breasts as well as a weekend as a massive butt. And one weekend she became a sculpture for an art show. As time progressed she became a sex doll both a blow-up doll and a high quilty doll as well. She was eventually turned into a pocket pussy, and even spent a weekend as Darrick’s sister’s dildo. She was turned into anything that Darrick thought would be fun or useful including a pair of boxers one time. And Alisha couldn’t be happier living out her most perverted fancies every weekend. Until one fateful day where she wanted to change things up.

It started as one of their not-so-normal Friday afternoon routines. Alisha was stripped down and turned to clay and Darrick prepared to sculpt her into whatever he desired. Suddenly a doorbell rang. Darrick closed the office door hiding his petrified lover from whoever was visiting. At the door was his sister Heather, who told him that Alisha invited her over to witness her transformation.

“So this is where the magic happens?” Heather asks, admiring the clay statue. Her brother nods to her. “So what are you planning on turning her into this weekend?”

“I was thinking about turning her into a condom and pocket pussy,” he explains with a perverted smile, “I wondered how it feels to be penetrating yourself and then filling up inside or your own pussy.”

“Kinky…” Heather remarks. She always knew that her brother was into that kind of stuff, but always tried to ignore it. Darrick continued to monolog about the process and what he and Alisha have done in the past, but none of it intrigued his sister. What she was interested in was a spray can that was left unattended on the table. She quickly snatches it up when her brother wasn’t looking and hid it behind her back. After he finally finished his monolog she turns to him and asks, “Is this what you use to turn Alisha into clay?” She holds up the stray body with her finger on the top.

“Heather put that down!” Darrick stammers out in a panic, “It’s dangerous!” His sister ignores him as she pushes the top down spraying his arms, freezing them in place turning them into deep blue clay so he couldn’t grab them from her. Next, she sprays his legs, freezing them in place, and finishes with his body. From the neck down Darrick was a deep blue clay sculpture. “What the Hell are you doing Heather!?” he yells.

“Relax,” she says as she pulls a pair of scissors from her purse. “Alisha wanted you to have some of the fun as well, so she asked to transform the two of you together.” She cuts his clothes off revealing his nude blue body to her. Heather’s eyes are drawn to his erect member, she teasingly strokes it smiling as he tightly holds his mouth shut to prevent a moan from coming out. Heather’s stroking becomes a forceful tug as she rips his penis from his body. Causing Darrick to give in to the pleasure that his sister was looking for.

“What are you doing!” he was cut off by another loud moan as Heather started to roll up his penis rolling it into a ball.

She tosses the penis-turned ball between her hands causing her brother to gasp in pleasure from each toss. “It’s big but not big enough…” she says with a frown. She looks at his hand with a devious smile. “You always liked to play with your hand when you were a teen, so they should already be well acquainted.”

“Heather stop what are you doing?” he pleads as his sister removes his right hand and adds it to the ball that was his dick.

She puts the ball of clay down and removes his other arm, turning it into another separate ball. “Watch and see!” she says in a cheerful mocking tone. She turns away and starts to roll the larger ball into a long cylinder causing her brother to grunt as her hands squeeze him. “TADA!” she shouts, showing him a long twelve-inch penis made out of blue clay.

“You turned my dick into a bigger one.?” he asked, confused and aroused as it was more sensitive than before.

“I’m not done with it yet,” she says with an evil grin. She grabs the ball of clay that was her brother’s left hand and splits it in half and then rolls the two halves into smaller balls. She grabs the massive blue penis and firmly attaches the two balls onto them completing the dick. She happily shows her work to her brother. “It’s finished!”

“You had your fun now, turn me back!” He shouts trying to hide his pleasure.

“Who said I was done?” she smiles, “Alisha said I can do anything I want as long as it’s reversed by Monday morning.” She strokes the dick teasing her brother as she walks over to the reddish-pink clay woman.

“What are you doing!” Darrick shouts trying to find the building feeling of an orgasm that would never come. “Don’t tell me your-AGH!”

Heather expertly attached the twelve-inch dick to Alisha right above her womanhood. Darrick could feel his part of his body and Alisha merge and turn purple and spread the purple color around the location. They felt the same overwhelming pleasure from her new member that his sister was stroking. “Now big bro, time to say good night, don’t worry I will turn you into a masterpiece.” Heather sprayed his head turning it into clay causing him to fall unconscious.

Alisha woke up looking down at Heather smiling from ear to ear below her. “Looks like she went through it with,” Alisha thought, “I wonder what she did to Darrick?” a realization popped in her head, “Why was she taller than Heather?” Because of her height loss, she was at least a head shorter than her. Also, she felt a weight on her crotch. She looked down but couldn’t see past her breasts which were now at least M cups and she felt like they were resting on something. She brought her hands down to feel all four of her breasts with each hand. “Wait! all four with each hand!” She brought her hands up, she had two pairs of arms resting below her original pair.

“Oh, My God, you look like a goddess Alisha!” Heather cheers.

“What did you do to me? I feel amazing…” Alisha questions exporting her new amazon body with her four arms.

“Nothing much just combined you with Darrick,” she says with a smile.

“I didn’t think you would do this, but this is amazing!” Alisha exclaims, hugging Heather with her four arms.

“Don’t mention it,” Heather shrugged,” I have to get going if you have any other requests, call me.”

Alisha walks Heather to the door now towering over the girl, she waves her goodbye. Alisha was relieved that Heather left because it meant that she was alone with her new body for the entire weekend. Alisha indemnity sprawled out on the couch, her tall and slender body taking up the entire thing with her legs hanging off. She grabbed her massive cock with one hand, plunged another in her expanded pussy, and tightly gripped her breasts with her remaining arms. She expired her body for most of the evening coving the couch with her cum from the explosive orgasms.

It took her a while to adjust to her new body as she was now seven feet and five inches tall meaning that she had to duck under every doorway. She was lucky that her bladder was still tied to her female organs as her dick was too big to fit in the toilet. But she adjusted to her extra sets of arms nicely as she found that having more arms made everything more efficient, and thought about asking for a pair permanently. It was probably the best week she had ever had, spending the entire time alone with her hyper-sensitive body. She was a bit disheartened knowing that she would turn back, but she was happy that Darrick would be back. Maybe she could get someone to donate their body so she could say like this forever.

“Heather, we have a problem!” Alisha’s voice shouts over the phone.

“Do you know how early it is?” Heather asks half asleep.

“I can’t wait! Dome over here immediately!” Alisha shouts.

“Fine, but this better be important,” she moans in annoyance. She hangs up the phone and drives over to her brother’s apartment. As soon as she rings the doorbell she is pulled into the apartment but the six arms of Alisha. She looks at Alisha in her tall, four-breasted, six-armed, and massive dicked glory. “Oh, my God, why haven’t you changed back yet!?”

“I don’t know, you set it to a week right!?” Alisha panics.

“Yes, I made sure!” Heather shouts back equally confused and worried.

“I think I know how to fix this!” Alisha exclaims, “ And I need your help.” The two girls enter the art studio. Alisha grabs the can of primer and remover and gives them to Heather. “Spray me with the primer and then spray the remover, it says that it can revert the changes, so maybe it can revert transformations.”

“It’s worth a try,” Heather says. She sprays Alisha, her amazon body turning reddish-pink and freezing her in place. After Alisha was fully clay Heather sprayed her with the remover turning her back to normal, or as normal as a tall six-arm woman with four massive breasts and dick could be.

“Shit it didn’t work!” Alisha panics. She paces around the room thinking about what to do. “Mage-Tec!” she shouts.

“Mage-Tec? They’re that transformation company right?” Heather asks.

“I bought this stuff from them,” Alisha explains, “If anyone knows how to fix this it’s them!” Alisha runs out of the room and shortly returns with her phone and dials a number on the label of the can. After a bit of ringing her call is picked up. Alisha explains her situation to the woman on the phone, and after a while, she hangs up thanking the woman.

“What did she say?” Heather asks.

“That we need to go to their office in the city to see about reverting the changes.” Alisha exclaims, “Can you drive? I don't think I can fit in the driver seat.”

“Before you go anywhere, you need some clothes,” Heather says.

The two find one of Darrick’s old shirts that barely fit around Alisha’s massive breasts exposing more midriff that she was comfortable with. Heather cut holes in the sides of the shirt for Alisha’s other arms. One of Alisha’s skirts was long enough to hide her massive dick. She had to go without underwear as nothing would fit her. The two went to the parking lot to get in Heather’s van, as they walked  Alisha got looks from the various people along the way. She felt a bit awkward but she kinda liked that people were paying attention to her as no one ever mentally undressed her before. She crammed herself in the back of Heather’s van as the two departed to Mage-Tec’s local office in the city.

They had to park in a nearby parking garage that was a couple of blocks away from the office. Alisha blushed as more people were staring at her. The two reached the office, inside there were people of all shapes, sizes, and species. Alisha wasn’t too out of place, but she still got a good amount of looks.

“Excuse me Missss are you here for the modeling?” a woman asked. The two look over at the desk, she looked normal from the torso up but a long winding serpent tail extended from where her legs would be.

“Modeling?” Alisha questioned. Her face became red with embarrassment as she realized that the snake woman mistook her for a transformation model. “No, I have an appointment with customer service to undo this.”

“Customer ssserivce?” the snake secretary hissed,” But why would you want to change back, you look like a goddesssss?”

“I know, but most of this is my boyfriend, and we didn’t want to be permanent!” Alisha explains.

“Ah, I under ssstand,” she press a button on her keyboard, and a woman came out from a door. A woman was a bit of an overstatement, she was a head attached to a pair of leg legs with a thick bubble butt. “Missss Elsa will bring you there, but if you have any sssecond thoughtsss the modeling job is alwaysss available.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I will take up the offer,” Alisha says as she is led away by the legs and head woman named Elsa.

In the waiting room, she was probably the only normal-looking one besides Heather. There was a girl who was half slime half-human, another girl with a human head and the body of house cat was sitting on the lap regular looking girl, and the last girl was fused to her boyfriend’s crotch and missing her arms with her breasts move to the bottom of her body like a pair of ball sacks. Her name was called and she entered the room alongside Heather.

“So, you were using our TF Clay and combined yourself with your boyfriend, am I correct?” a sharp-tongued woman with breasts that looked like they were about to burst out of her blouse said.

“Yes, I combine my brother’s and Alisha’s clay,” Heather says in a sad tone.

“That is your problem,” the woman answers, “Just like any product a launch our TF Clay has a few errors and one of them being that combining separate people’s clay makes the transformation permanent.”

“But is there any way to bring Darrick back?” Alisha pleads.

“I’m sorry, but he was spread too thin, if he was only turned into your dick he could be salvageable, but his mind and soul is spread out too far becoming part of your own.” The woman says in a serious matter-of-fact tone. “I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do about him. But due to the circumstances, the company can offer you support to cover his expenses and handle his loss.”

“This is all my fault!” Heather sobs, I should have turned him into a dildo or something.

“No it’s mine, I told you to transform him,” Alisha says, hugging the girl.

“You should be happy for him, he is currently living a life of pleasure,” the woman says.

“What?” the two other girls ask.

“His mental state is the same as my ex who is my breasts, any pleasure the transformed area feels is felt by them tenfold. And as he is spread across your entire body he feels everything melting his mind into a perfect pleasure full bliss.” the woman explains.

“So he’s happy being a part of me?” Alisha stays as her tears stop.

“He is currently living his best life as various parts of your body,” the woman says with a smile.

“If he is happy, then I am happy,” Heather says with a weak smile.

“Same here!” Alisha smiles.

“Great to hear, do you girls have any more questions?” the woman asks.

“I have one?” Alisha says looking down at her breasts. “Are you still accepting models?”

--Two Years Later--

Alisha smiles as she listens to the sound of a brunette head moaning as she rolls what used to be her body into a ball of yellow clay with her six arms. The detached head could barely contain herself as her body was crushed by the living goddess and turned into a large ball losing any resemblance that it was once human.

“You sound like you're enjoying yourself?” Alisha asks with a smile as she places the ball of clay on the ground next to get.

“Yes, mistress!” the head yelps what was once her body slams against the hard floor with a loud thud.

“So what part of me did you want to donate to again?” Alisha says as she gently picks up the head.

“I want to be your big round ass!” she moans.

With one of her other hands, she tears off a large chunk of the yellow clay from the mass causing the girl to moan again. “Any final words?” Alisha brings up the spray can to the girl’s head ready to turn the girl into nothing but clay.

“Tell my boyfriend that I want to be used every day!” she moans as her head is sprayed turning yellow, freezing her in an expression of lust.

The woman’s lustful expression doesn’t last long as her head is rolled into a perfect ball erasing all of her features on her smooth surface. Alisha holds the yellow head-turned ball in one hand and grabs a tool in each of her free hands. She works her magic on the ball carving a perfect pussy into it. Alisha smiles as she admires her work, before spraying it. The woman was sealed as a basketball-sized ball of flesh with its only feature being a large pussy. Alisha kissed the quivering ball, her red lipstick imprinting on it like a brand. The ball quivered in excitement as Alisha warped it up and put it in a box with an image of the girl on it.

“Done with work?” a short busty woman with black hair says as she enters the studio.

“Just finished my newest client honey,” Alisha responds to her wife Christine. Christine was Alisha’s best friend when she was in college, and after Darrick was merged with her she started dating again waiting to put her old boyfriend to use and make him happy.

“How many clients was that this month?” Christine asked as she placed the yellow ball of remaining clay into a large container filled with a rainbow blob of spare clay, which merged with the blob.

“Thirty, and I had at least five photo shoots a week,” Alisha says as she screeches all six of her arms.

“You work too much,” Christine comments.

After the incident that gave her this body, Alisha became a model for Mage-Tec and even became TF Clay’s spokesperson due to her popularity. And she came up with a business venture with Mage-Tec where she would sculpt people into whatever they wanted. “Yeah, but I like keeping my body busy and besides I get to be all yours for the last week of every month. Something brushes up against her legs, “There’s my baby!”

She picks up Heather, but instead of her usual self she was the size of a house cat and had furry paws in place of her hands and feet, a tail, cat ears, and blue fur spreading from her arms and legs leaving an open V on her chest. Less than a year after what happened to her brother Heather couldn’t get over her guilt and gave up most of her body to Alisha increasing her lower breasts size to match the top and becoming her pet as well. Along with a mental transformation performed by one of Alisha’s work friends Heather was now just a cat with a human body.

“Does my baby want to help mommy relax during her week off?” Alisha asks petting her cat girl pet. Heather happily meows in response. “That’s a good kitty,” Alisha grabs the primer spraying the cat girl, turning her into a light blue clay. Alisha rolls the small clay doll into a long cylinder and after the finishing touches, she puts in the setting on the transformation spray and sprays the cylinder. The light blue clay was turned to a vibrator of a matching color that purrs to life in her hand.

“A vibrator again?” Christine scolds as she takes the primer from her wife.

“What, she keeps me relaxed while you're busy,” Alisha says as she unbuttons her blouse exposing her massive breasts. She unhooks both of her bras that were both parts of a woman that donated part of herself to be her bras as well as her panties. Alisha slips her tight pencil skirt off exposing her massive dick and the panties that used to be part of a person.

Christine sprays Alisha’s massive ass with the primer turning it into reddish-pink clay. “I just think that it’s a bit unfair that you get to keep our cat all week long,” she says as she rubs the yellow clunk of clay that Alisha tore off early on to the woman’s butt sculpting it to be larger than it already was.

“You can use her if you want,” Alisha says as she jumps up on the table and lays as flat as her curvy body would let her.

“I already have the best dildo in the world,” Christine says as she sprays Alisha’s limbs turning them into clay and removing them.

“Aww, you falter me,” Alisha smiles.

“I know, now shh,” Christine says as she places the cat girl turned vibrator in her wife’s pussy and turns it on. She then sprays Alisha, freezing it in an expression of lust before popping it off.

Alisha was left as a quivering torso with a vibrator making her dick erect. Christine gathers the removed parts and creates a large ball with them. She took the ball into another room and quickly came back to fetch the amazon goddess turned helpless sex toy. She took her into the living room where they sat on a large pink beanbag chair that was the rest of Alisha. The two of them lounged in her for a couple of hours, with Christine coving Alisha dick with her mouth everything the torso girl was brought past the point of orgasm, as drank every drop of her helpless wife’s semen. After a while, Christine had to get up and leave Alisha so she could cook. She left the quivering torso with the promise of coming back and using her before they go to bed, but all Alisha could do was await the thing she looked forward to the most.