On the outskirts of town sits an abandoned mansion with no name, left to decay with no one daring to set foot anywhere near or in the place. A deep dark history of witchcraft and tragic accidents tainting its reputation; from witch hunts to unholy cult practices. The most popular tale however, was one of a scientist named Godolf. Godolf was unusual for a man of science as he was one of the rare few who dabbled in the occult, utilizing it alongside his scientific knowledge. The mansion was his base of operations back then, where he'd conducted many experiments until one day, he vanished without a trace, when a massive thunderstorm had made its way through the area.
To this day, the Mansion sits empty, no one willing to enter or tamper with the property. That is except for a handful of exceptionally (stupid) brave individuals who would enter into it's depths; either on a bet or to discover for themselves Godolf's secrets before his dissapearance, word was that he'd discovered remarkable breakthroughs but what they were specifically, no one knew...
In the wee hours of dawn, a red Sedan comes rolling up the overgrown road, stopping right in front of the rusted gates of the Mansion as two men step out of the car. A scrawny man with pasty white skin and a regular Joe with a blonde crop of hair, both dressed in casual wear, torches in hand as they push the creaking gates open. As the blonde takes the lead, he looks back at his partner before they head inside. “You ready for this Daniels? Looking jumpy back there.” Look of worry on his face, Daniels puts on his brave face as he brushes off his friends' concerns “Nothing to worry about Jack, we just go in, look for that Godolf guy’s room and get out with whatever we find….right?”
Laughing as he steps through the mouldy doors in response to Daniels’ words “That's the gist of it!”
The pair make their way through dusty hallways and decrepit rooms, furniture falling apart and the architecture showing signs of failing. According to the tales, the scientist’s lab was located somewhere in the middle of the building, with a destination in mind, the two explore the area as they make their way to what they assume to be the heart of the Mansion.
A snag would inevitably come their way though, as they walked through a particularly decrepit path, Daniels would slip and fall on a bent floorboard, sending him crashing through the floor and causing a chain reaction, forcing Jack to make a mad dash to the other side of the hall, seeing no way back and the gaping chasm, the most Jack could do was call out for Daniels on the edge as he whipped out his phone to try and get help; no signal. Something else grabs Jack's attention though, watching with wide eyes as the ruined floorboards and broken furniture begin to realign themselves. Soon, the rundown hallway returns, but with a difference; there was now a wall in place where the two had entered from...
On the other side of things, Daniels awakens from his brief faint amdist rubble as he gets to his feet. Looking around groggily, he realizes hes alone, Jack nowhere to be seen. How'd he even get here in the first place? He remembered falling through the floor but looking up, the ceiling was as pristine as always...at least as pristine as mouldy, cracked wood could offer.
"I've been watching you Mortal! You and your brave little friend back there waltzing in here without so much as a knock!" Whipping round, Daniels looks for the source of the whispy voice but sees no one around. "Who are you! Were you the one who brought me here?! What'd you do with Jack!"
"Hush now child! So many questions, but to answer one...yes, i did bring you here." Frowning at that label, Daniels attempts to push his luck; "What even are you anyway? You one of Godolf's experiments? Or were you here since before then?" Giggling, the mature disembodied female voice whispers a reply straight into his ears, spooking him and sending a chill down his spine. "Naughty boy! Asking a woman you've never met before for her age? Look's like someone need's some reducation~ And as for what i am...take a look at yourself." Daniels' attention is broken as he feels something tear his boxers and force its way out of his pants, the voice giggling at his flustered look.
Feeling that chill begin to grow, Daniels feels around for his phone but finds it shattered before looking around, eyes settling on a cracked full body mirror leaning broken on the wall. Daniel looks at himself...he was still himself but there was a startling difference; his usual raven black hair was now a silvery color and there was now a small furry tail poking out of his behind alongside a perky set of what looked like dog ears on his head.
"The heck did you do to me?! Im some dog person?! Change me back!" Tutting in response, the voice retorts, sounding right beside Daniels as he looks around in fear; "Dog person?! Excuse me, i am a proud Lycan! Much like you are now but compared to me? You're nothing but a whelp! But even whelps have their use!"
Daniels flinches as he feels a sudden force shove him from behind, before doubling over in pain as he feels an intense burning sensation coat his entire being as he rolls on the floor, struggling to vocalize his thoughts amidst growls of pain "What's happeningggrrgh, Stop thiss!" The voice now sounds within his mind, laced with venom alongside her joking tone, feminine voice more clear without the distorted wisp. "Nuh uh! You two sealed the deal the moment you stepped into the Master's property! I gave you two plenty of time to think about what you were doing and turn around...but the fact you're now here? You asked for this!"
Screaming in pain once more, Daniels rolls over as his clothes shred apart and vaporize as his body begins to pulsate with growth and change, his manhood forcing a blush on his face alongside the pain as it grows to its full length. "You make for a handsome Lycan male...a shame that i'm going to have to remove that amazing pecker of yours. No matter, im sure some other mate with a good package will be by soon enough~"
The first thing to change, was Daniels' skin tone and hair colour, darkening as if the unnatural heat emanating from him was toasting his body, his pasty white skin and silvery hair singed into a perfect chocolate brown as his face slims down, cheeks rounding out and lips becoming plump and kissable as he continues to yell.
The next to go would be his body, as his erect member begins to expel its load across the floor, shrinking as it does into a new fleshy slit forming between his thinning legs. Daniels lets out a groan as his bucking hips begin to expand into nice wide handlebars, waist pinching in, giving him an androdgynous look as his muscles thin out, replaced by soft tender fat as his vanishing dick settles nicely above the slit, testicles long gone as an indescribable feeling softens the pain for Daniels, feeling his balls slide along his new moist walls as they reform into sexual organs of the opposite sex within his now slim and slightly chubby belly.
Daniels sighs in a foreign voice as he loses all strength, limbs splayed out in an X as he-or rather she-lies in a pool of her own fluids, the vanishing pain leaving her mind numb as the new organ between her legs begins to make her feel weird, wolf ears twitching above her raven black hair as her tail spasms ever so slightly by her side. The voice returns again, satisfaction in her appraisal. "Hmm, nicely done! I think this was how i looked back as a youngling...but that chest, needs some improvement!"
Daniels twitches as she feels the burning sensation return, this time centered beneath her petite flat chest as she winces at the feeling intensifying around her soft new nipples. A sudden moan explodes from her as a rush of pleasure shoots through her, flesh and fat piling into her chest as flat A-cups experience a growth spurt all the way into Double-D's inching towards an E before they stop. Despite their size, they remained perky while being extremely soft to the touch, sensitive skin around her now erect nipples sticking straight in the aiir, begging to be squeezed.
Gone was the young albino pup rolling around in pain earlier, now all that remained was a dark skinned, black haired lycan babe displaying her perfect form as she lies on the floor, gasping, unaware of her seductive voice lending a breathy wisp as melons rise and fall with each breath. A polar opposite to Daniels' old form.
Before she can react though, Daniels' mind is invaded as a sudden pain engulfs her one more time, a bloodcurling scream echoing from her soft lips as she begins to feel another presence overtaking her internally, snuffing the lights out literally as the pain begins to bloom into an engulfing white hot blanket as Daniels' shuts her eye for one final time, her form going limp on the floor...
After a few seconds of silence, Daniel's limp form rises off the floor as she cups a breast in one arm, pinching and playing with it as she slaps her thick ass, giggling at the sensation. "That's so much better...after all these years! A new body to call my own! But first, some rags would do...as much as i want to greet the Master in the nude..."
Reaching into her mind, Viola thought an old half dress would do nicely until a new memory floats past, one of a girl wearing a curious new outfit Viola had never seen in her time; tight garments on the torso and a short sexy skirt that exposed her long, slender legs. "Interesting! The fashion sense of the modern era lacks class...but this will do~" Snapping her fingers, Viola materializes the same outfit from the fragment of Daniels' memory in an instant before she blushes at the sudden pleasure. The outfit was a tad bit too small, the top outlining her massive bosom and curves clearly while the small skirt barely covered her privates. A tight black lace panty riding up her ass and into her needly lips below as they stimulate her clitoris, liquid beginning to drip from her snatch in response.
Tugging at her tight underwear, Viola moans erotically as the fabric rubs harder against her loins at her attempts to make them fit. "Looks like i havent fully gotten my skills back-mpf!-in time however, can't keep dear Master waiting forever~"
Back upstairs with no way back or to help his friend, Jack proceeds onward as he pushes open the doors, leading into a dark chamber filled with broken glass tubes and rusted machinery. Was this Godolf's lab?
His worries temporarily forgotten, Jack makes his way over to the dusty desk by the mouldy bed, scouring its contents for notes, books, anything that might be decipherable, if Daniels was lost then at least Jack would have something worth the trip to say it wasn't a wasted effort. Unaware of the ghostly figure watching him right by the bedside.
A sudden scream pierces the silence, shocking Jack as he flinches, knocking vials and bottles off the wall as they begin to fall and shatter, their caked, filthy contents leaking out as a foul smelling vapour fills the air, chocking Jack as he whiffs in a unhealthy amount at his panic.
Doubling over, Jack's body begins to pulse as his mind fills with the toxic fumes, unable to hold his breath as his tongue hangs in the air like a thirsty dog, breathing in more and more with each panting breath. By this point, the spirit had begun to recline into a more comfortable position, watching the scene play out before him with mock interest.
All Jack can do is groan and grunt as his drug addled mind begins to deteriorate, leaving him limp as his changing body flops over, twitching occassionally. His tanned skin darkening further into a natural, chocolate tone as all body hair vaporizes, leaving the skin soft and unblemished with a healthy sheen to it. His slightly muscular body hardening and softening at the same time as fat pours in while his existing mucles grow slightly larger. His body looking more feminine with each pulsing change but growing larger, shredding his white shirt and leaving his jeans looking like short shorts.
An awkward "Agh" escapes Jack's softening lips as his rear pulses with flesh, his chest pushing up off the ground as a similar growth occurs, fat pouring into new budding breasts that inflate into buoyant melons that squish and fold under his weight. Between his muscled thighs however, his flaccid member begins to expel its load, staining his torn jeans as the testicles deflate and are slurped up into his body, a gash opening up where they once we as his retreating member settles snugly into the new warm folds. Leaving Jack as an undeniable member of the opposite sex, incapable of even uttering resistance as her otherwise beautiful face remains vapidly blank, gazing off at the wall, drool dripping down her glossy lips and rolling off her soft cheeks.
Finally ready, the spirit stands up and walks around the limp body of the newborn woman lying on the floor, staining the carpet as she uncontrollably squirts out fluid from her fresh, soppy folds, twitching every now and then, the only thing she can do is grunt and moan in an animalistic fashion as her pleasure fried brain leaves her clueless. "What a sight...a fitting punishment for thieves like you but this won't do! You're staining the gosh darn carpet!"
Muttering an incantation, the spirit gestures at the woman before smoke begins to rise around the two of them, unseen forces lifting the mind broken lady as other spirits begin to materialize, shoving past each other as they make a mad dash for the offering, a chance at life again they weren't willing to let go so easily. The fight is over as a bright blue orb manages to slip past the others, vanishing into the woman's chest as she gasps at the sudden intrusion.
As the storm of spirits subside and the incantation stops, the woman floats gently to the grown as the shredded remains of her shirt conver themselves into tight fitting leather belt straps like a pseudo-suspender, leaving her impressive bosom exposed as she begins to stretch and moan, her hanging breasts gaining one last spurt of growth as their heft is made apparent, jiggling back and forth in the air. A bushy tail shoots out of her behind as she yelps playfully, her brown hair growing longer as they tie themselves into a ponytail before magically being dyed a bright blonde, canine ears settling atop her head as the second set of changes finish.
Whipping her head up in excitement, the new blonde wolf girl that previously used to be Jack gives the spirit in front of her a toothy smile as she poses seductively for him. "Heya Mastah! Awful kind'a yer to get me a brand, spankin new bod!" Scoffing, the so-called spirit walks back to the bedside as he watches the wolf girl slip a gloved hand into her zipper, inspecting her new form and clothes with curiosity and lust as he sheds his diguise, revealing a handsome young man in the nude, still in his thirties.
"I didn't do it for you missy, the dolt was a thief and just so happens he spilled the old concoctions i had up there on the shelves during my last experiment with Lycan genes..." Mischief on her face, the wolf girl crawls over onto the bed as she pokes at her Master's nose playfully, eyes locked on the erect member dangling between his legs. "Oh really? Whats yer little numbah-two down'ere sayin though? Wanna give this new engine a go? It's been awhile since our last rodeo aftah all~" Clicking his tongue as the female lycan spreads her ass for him on the bed, he steps forward and grabs hold of her hip with one hand while tugging her long ponytail forcefully, eliciting a pained moan of pleasure from her as her eyes roll back into her head at her kink being triggered after so long.
Aiming the tip of his manhood, ready to plunge deep into her gaping folds, he thrusts hard into her cunt while whispering into his mewling pets ears as she cries out in ecstasy at having her new body be violated by her beloved Master "You're gonna regret tempting me...after a few hundred years as some disembodied ghost, im going to remind you what it feels like to be under me again." Giggling as she struggles to stay steady as her pussy walls clench tight around her Master's throbbing dick, she can only stutter a reply through clenched teeth. "Y-y-yer got t-t-that right Mastah!"
-A FEW MINUTES LATER-
The doors to the room swing open right as the couple in bed reach climax, the black haired lycan woman shocked as she sees her Master finish up in another girl as he pulls out of her, a string of fluids still hanging between his throbbing dick and her sputtering lips. Finally drained, she flops over on her bulging belly with a satisfied sigh, spurts of her own juices mixed with her Masters seed leaking out of her dribbling cunt. Furious, Viola frowns as she stares at the sight before her. "What is the meaning of this...Master?" Glancing back up at the voice, the man smiles warmly as he cleans up and puts on a nightgown. "Ahh my dear sweet Viola, nice to see the thief didn't come alone, i assume you've grown used to your new body?"
Placing a tender digit on his lips she resumes her questioning, making sure her Master was focused on her and not the bitch in heat now fingering her empty vagina on the bed "Yes yes i have, what i want to know is why that slut is here!" The man chuckles as he lowers Viola's clawed hands pointing angrily at the blonde wolfgirl lying in bed, snickering as she takes notice of Viola's eyes glaring at her with menace in them.
"There there sweety, you know how Benedella is! And she did win the rights over that thief after all, making it through all the others who so desperately want to taste the warmth of a body but aren't strong enough to do so themselves...like my dearest Viola." At his words, Viola blushes as she relents, feeling his warm hand brush against her soft cheeks. "If you say so...Master...but i want my turn!"
A playful giggle from behind turns their heads as Benedella pounces off the bed, grabbing Viola playfully despite her protests "Aww havin a little fun without sweet-little-me? Mastah! Ready fer round two with a serving ah sides?" Laughing, Godolf steps forward to the bed as the two dark skinned wolf girls present their buxom bodies to him, Viola having been stripped of her clothes by Benedella as she blushes hard, naked in the presence of her Master while her rival rubs her naked body up to hers, sweat and cum rubbing off on Viola.
It had been a good hundred years or so since Godolf or any of his summoned creatures had seen comfort since the incident stole their corporeal forms, trapping them as wandering spirits. Godolf had been able to take hold of a homeless man who wandered in one fine day but the rest weren't so lucky, with a lack of visitors due to the Mansion's dark past and ill-repute. Seeing Viola and Benedella in front of him again after so long however, lit a long snuffed out warmth in Godolf's heart. Sure, he was stern and menacing, but now that he had two of his best partners back in the flesh by his side, a selfless ambition was sparked; he'd see to it that he'd bring the rest back to life one day. His thoughts broken by the needy voices of Viola and Benedella.
"Darling~ Is something the matter? Hurry up, my body just aches for your touch so badly right now!"
"C'mon Mastah! Can't keep two beauts waitin ovah here forevah yer know~"
For now though, there were two mewling women begging for his attention right in front of him. And after having his first taste of sex in decades...he was raring for more.
THE END