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Ohm’s law is generally one of the first things that everyone learns in electronics. Ohm’s law is the mathematical relationship between the current, resistance and voltage in a circuit. It is one of the equation that you going to use the most when designing or studying circuits. Ohm’s law is actually a pretty simple mathematical formula. Ohm’s law states that the voltage across a resistor is proportional to the current flowing through it.
- V is the voltage across the resistor in Volt, (V)
- R is the resistance in Ohms, (Ω)
- I is the electric current flowing through the resistor in ampere, (A)
We can manipulate the equation above to find the current in a resistor if we have the voltage across it.
Finally, we can manipulate the first equation again to find the resistance if we have the voltage across a resistor and the current flowing through it.
Below you will find a couple of very simple example on how to use Ohm’s law.
Example 1: We want to calculate the current flowing into the resistor.
We need to use the second equation since we want to calculate the current flowing through the resistor and we have the value of the voltage across the resistor and the resistance of the resistor.
Example 2: We want to calculate the value of the resistor in this circuit.
- Note: the m before the A means milli. Example: 1 milli = 0.001.
We need to use the third equation since we want to calculate the value of the resistor and we have the value of the voltage across the resistor and the current flowing through it.
The examples above are simple since there is only one resistor in the circuit. Circuit can have multiple resistances and solving circuits with multiple resistors is a bit more complicated. If you want to continue learning electronics, I suggests reading about the power law, series circuits and parallel circuits. | EDUCATION |
(M tf stallion, hippocampus, ichthyocentaur, hippogriff, longma, hippalectryon)
Tod had been having a bit of an unlucky streak with women. His last relationship broke off because she had to move away to follow work opportunities and he could not follow, and since then he has yet to find another. Milly was a woman he had been friends with for ages- but not in a romantic capacity, so when he complained to her about not having had sex in so long, he did not expect the conversation to actually go anywhere- he was just venting.
"I have a ranch full of brood mares you can fuck, I know you like horse anthros, hehe." That brought back embarrassing memories of him asking her to fix his PC, only to stumble on his 'stash'.
Tod rolled his eyes. "Right. Funny."
"No seriously- with formstones I can turn you into a horse, negating the taboo." She paused to think a moment, but spoke up again before Tod could. "Reason I bring it up actually is I have been looking into virility potions and such so I can breed better horses to sell for better prices. These mares are being told by their bodies to get preggers, so might as well let them and turn some profit while you are at it, right? But then it hit me- I could use a formstone to create a perfect breeding stud! Formstones are imprinted with the body of a creature allowing you to swap your body for its body while it's activated, right? You can only store one form in a formstone so naturally only the best specimens are chosen to imprint the stone with."
"Ok... so you decided that rather than use that on a breeding stud, you'd turn a human into one?"
"Well that is the thing- the formstones only work on humans. No one- at least that I know of- has made a formstone attuned to a creature. That is why using it for breeding stock isn't a thing already."
1]Hippogriff
Tod turned down her offer almost without thinking about it at all. After she left to return home though, he was still thinking about it. Should he? It sounded so taboo, but the mare's were in heat and wanted it. They were animals, but he could be too. As full as his porn folder was of horses, he never actually considered even being near one in the real world. He also never considered being turned into one either, though. Well, he supposed he already told her no by now and she was probably already home again. Tod attempted to watch television and just shrug the whole thing off, but found his thoughts wandering. He was feeling pretty horny- no doubt from the thoughts Milly seeded in him. He decided to turn on his PC and relieve himself to some of his fictional mares.
When he flopped his junk out to masturbate, he noticed his balls looked a bit puffy and bigger than normal. He shrugged it off for now and grabbed his shaft to beat off. He imagined himself as a stud, trying to picture what it would be like to take one of them as another horse. As he masturbated though- he did not notice the skin thickening on his scrotum and excess skin pooling at the base forming a very thick and meaty base to his penis. His balls were filled with a very gentle, warm pleasure as they started to slowly enlarge, feeding him more hormones to drive him further into his fantasy and away from noticing the changes. His penis started to grow longer, and again he did not notice. His neck tickled a bit as new hairs grew in, advancing his hairline down his neck slowly. The veins on his dick started to throb harder, stretching a bit wider and his shaft followed along, engorging further than normally possible. Tod finally noticed something wrong when his fingers started to get forced apart because his dick was outgrowing his hand!
"WHAT?! What... wow." He watched it as it changed, a bit dazed.
The skin on his genitals was turning a grey-pink now as it continued to transform. His cock seemed to bob a bit with the more powerful throbs- pulling down and then growing back forward. Each downward pull caused the dense skin at the base to transition further toward a proper sheath. His balls were getting heavier and bigger, his scrotum now smooth and turning bruise purple just ahead of the shaft which quickly followed. His dick advanced past his belly button, to his ribs, up his chest, past his collar. The longer and thicker it got the darker the skin turned. A medial ring formed once it passed his collar- needing a halfway point to telescope out from and still be able to pack itself away after. The head started to flatten into a more subdued curve, with a slight cleft down the middle and the area around the urethral opening started to sink in a bit, though the urethra did not.
"Damnit! Milly must have had a formstone on her when she was here! She cast the damn thing on me anyway!" He watched his junk get still bigger, and wanted to continue but knew he shouldn't. "I have to get to her ranch, fast."
His nuts were the size of softballs now and glossy black. Tod tried to think of unsexy things to get it to go soft so he could stuff it in his pants to go out- but it refused. He put the shaft under his shirt and hoped that was good enough. It was so long the head was sticking out of his collar. Placed in an upright position though- his transformation took advantage and used this time to properly merge the sheath to his underside so his penis could not be oriented in any other way. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness in the rear of his pants as his tailbone started to grow, wedged against the fabric. Veins became visible around his crotch like on a horse's underside as well. Tod grabbed his keys and locked his apartment door as he went to leave and stumbled forward, knocking his forehead against the door by accident. His legs let out loud, wet sounding cracks and pops as they quickly started changing- it sounded painful as hell but luckily did not actually hurt at all. His feet started to get longer, fast. His ankles raised up from out of his shoes and his toes got jammed together in the front, quickly merging together into one gigantic toe! Tod turned and leaned entirely against the door so he could scramble to get his shoes off- his growing mono-toe was very quickly outgrowing their capacity. Or more accurately, the giant unified nail growing from it that was rapidly thickening into a black hoof. He got one off in time, but had to kick the other off using his first freed foot because it had already grown too big to pop off easily. His socks came off a lot easier thanks to them being a great deal more flexible. By the time he unveiled them, his feet were already gone- replaced by the large U shaped hoof of a horse. Tod groaned as he felt his tail growing, wedged down and around his entire butt crack as the only space it could fit. He pulled his pants down a bit in the back and grabbed the tail, pulling it out and over. As soon as it was exposed to the open air, its hair started to grow in, making its final length long enough to touch his shins.
Tod raced to his car- he would have to move fast to get to her ranch and make Milly fix this! As he walked down to the parking lot though, his penis continued to grow slowly and inched up far enough to be level with his nose- beyond what his shirt could cover. He paused and groaned as a pressure burst into his back and then released with a loud pop as his entire body trembled from the shift. His dick was now level with his chin. His torso got longer! He reached his car unlocked the door and when he bent down to open it he realized his torso had not just gotten longer- his entire body was bigger. He would have to scrunch himself up pretty good to even fit into the car! As he crouched though, his thighs stretched and tore his pant legs! The changes were still going up his legs! His bones slowly grew becoming big and sturdy, and his muscles swelled and thickened around them. Fur started to grow around his hooves and was making its way up his legs too- but only grew on the parts that were fully formed. Another issue- when he tried to bend over his dick surpassed his head entirely, blocking his view of anything but shaft. How was he going to drive with a dick in his face?! His spine popped and his torso got longer again! His lungs and heart grew causing his chest to expand and barrel out! Tod's shirt groaned in protest and started to rip from around the shoulders! His body couldn't bend enough- he could not fit in the car at all now! Tod groaned again as his voice deepened, and his neck started to pop and lengthen now- his hair forming a mane down the back just as quickly. His pants ripped further and further up till his hips burst in size and exploded his pants off entirely! A wave of numbness took his legs causing him to fall onto the side of the car, holding himself up with his arms because his legs momentarily dislocated from the sudden growth of the hips. When his legs re-set in the sockets, they did so in a formation that would only allow for four legged motion! He was still held up against the car, but he could not walk upright. The fur took his torso as it advanced up from his legs, but started to slow down the further up it grew. To keep pace with his huge hips, his butt cheeks grew massive and round with muscle. A stripe of bare black flesh exposed his swollen taint leading back to his anus which puffed up and out into a fat ring below his tail. Tod sighed, bracing himself mentally for the rest of the changes. And then nothing happened. They... stopped.
Tod looked himself over a bit confused. Some of his upper body was horse, his entire lower body was horse, but he was definitely still a good portion of human. He looked in the car, wondering if there was still a way he could use it to reach Milly. Maybe if he put the front seat completely back, he could sit on the back seat with his body laying over it, and use one arm to push the pedal down and the other to steer? It would still be a stunt just cramming himself into the car in the first place though.
"Ah! Oh, here we go..."
His skin tightened on his arms and he nodded to himself- the changes only paused, they did not stop. His skin started to bunch up and stiffen, forming many stiff, shallow hills of skin like pseudo scales all over his hands and arms! The bottom of his palm crushed together and started to merge together! His pinky and thumb were forced to touch and then merged into a single digit! His nails all grew long and sharp and thickened, though became narrow as well. His skin turned grayish, then charcoal, then totally black. This wasn't a horse's limbs! There was even new muscle sets in his back he did not even know what they did! As he flexed them and they continued to grow he realized it was actually moving something on his back. By the time he turned to look over his shoulder they had the appearance of giant bald chicken wings! Millions of quills started to rise out of his skin, causing Tod to squirm from the wave of prickly feeling. His ears shrank away, leaving only holes in their wake as his hair fell out- replaced by the advancing waves of quills. His teeth all started to merge together and grow forward out of his mouth, then growing so large it stretched his mouth open more and more, pulling his lips back till they were indistinguishable! His nose receded partly, but his nostrils remained the same- the structure of the nose was pushed back too far by the growth from his mouth as it turned into a proper beak! He let out a strange rattling growl sound and then squawked in surprise as the quills all started to burst open rapidly, opening fully into feathers covering the entire upper portion of his body! The added mass of the feathers pushed his shirt beyond its abilities and it tore completely off of him, leaving him nude. The new set of proto limbs on his back were huge now, and so was the array of feathers that grew from them- forming huge wings. The wings had their own set of shoulder blades- but the two sets partially overlapped one another under the skin. The changes once again stopped, leaving Tod confused.
He shoved himself off of the car and spun on his hooves to drop down onto all fours. He then turned to look in the side mirror of the car to figure out what the hell he even was anymore. His feathers were a very dark metallic green, but all dark near-black brown on the tips to match his horse fur. He had the head of a bird, but the size and girth of his neck and the mane running down the back of it was still horse. Tod's beak was dark brown like most of the rest of him. His torso was horse shaped, feathered at the front and fur on the back. Wings and front legs like a bird, and the entire lower end was horse. Only now was his erection finally starting to soften and go back into its sheath. With his now larger torso- his dick only reached the middle of his ribs. He turned into a Hippogriff- half horse, half bird! Still horse where it counted- of course, hippogriff sired horses would be exceptionally fast- though their bones would be more brittle than normal.
Well with the addition of wings, there was absolutely no way Tod could ever fit in a vehicle. He needed to get to Milly though. Tod looked at himself in the mirror again a moment and then around to see if anyone was around to spot him. He was completely transformed now, so if someone seen him NOW, they wouldn't be able to know it was him. He walked down the driveway a bit, looking around again trying to figure out what direction Milly's ranch was. He pulled his wings in, flexing the muscles in them then opened them fully to stretch, before relaxing a bit more. He took a step back, then dashed forward and jumped into the air, flapped his wings, and face planted into the grass at the side of the driveway. Tod got up slowly, shaking dirt off his beak and making odd clicking sounds again. He flapped his wings a bit, feeling the air catch under them and shove all the loose dirt and dust around him back in a wave. He flapped harder and harder till he felt his body bob. He lifted them again, holding for a moment in concentration and then slammed them down on the ground and fired himself straight into the air! He flapped them more and started to lift further up, then tilted them slightly, turning the feathers a bit and started to move forward. He couldn't drive to Milly's place, so he would just fly there! It was a little nerve-wracking at first, looking down at the homes and streets below and knowing nothing was under him to hold him up. The strength of his wings gave him confidence though- there was a lot of power in this body.
Tod was not accustomed to flying, and wasn't especially fit as a human, so by the time he got to the ranch he nearly crash landed onto the far side of the fields. His wings ached- he would walk the rest of the way. All the horses in the field backed up as he approached, not knowing what to think of the strange creature. Hippogriff do not live in these regions at all- they nest in the giant trees of elder forests. Tod was still pretty breathless even as he crossed the field. Like swimming- flying was an intense workout and he went quite a distance for being his only time in the air. As he approached the midway point on the fields though, the horses stopped backing off and started to approach him instead. He probably got close enough that they could see he was half horse himself. His own nostrils flared a bit. There was something in the air, but he could not identify it. It was almost more of a feeling in his nose than an actual smell. Tod did not realize what he was picking up on was horse pheromones. He was breathing deep and rapidly from being out of breath- and inhaling the scent of a dozen mares in heat. They also picked up on his smell- the musky scent of stallion balls, making their mouths water and their fat labia moisten. The mares surrounded him as he tried to get to the house, swarming him close enough that he could not advance! He was a bit irritated but that vanished as soon as he seen the flash of pink and became enthralled. The mares turned for him, brushing their tails against him and then flashing him their moist inner pussy as their huge stiff clits parted the curtains in an equine wink. Immediately Tod remembered what he was fantasizing about at home before he was interrupted before he could get off. His big stallion dick once again emerged from his sheath, wobbling in the air under him as it grew longer, then stiffer, then thudded against his underside in full erection!
His body went into auto pilot, mirroring the vision in his head as he played through the scenario he imagined in real life! Tod grabbed the mare's big butt, then thrust forward powerfully putting himself much closer to her. He adjusted his grip to be much further up her body- sliding his torso up onto her back. His cock wobbled a bit from all the motion making it a bit hard to aim because of how long it was, but her clit held her pussy open for him to hit an easy mark and he thrust in! Electric pleasure fired up his dick and exploded into his hips, diffusing into his body! She felt so wonderful wrapped around him! Tod thrust into her powerfully, gripping the ground behind them with his large hooves to slam into her as deep as he could, speeding up and hitting climax rather quickly! Horse are not much in terms of sexual stamina, after all.
Milly clapped from her seat in the barn only ten feet away- Tod had not even noticed the door was wide open the entire time and she could see the entire thing! Her clapping snapped him out of it and he slowly tip toed his way back off the mare, staring across the fields afraid to turn around and face Milly.
"Hey, great job! Mare number one down. Only twelve to go."
His face felt hot in embarrassment and he turned at her and squawked loudly! Then made confused grumbling sounds, and then trailed off in deep clicking sounds.
"Oh! Shoot, uh, hold on." She dashed into the barn to find something and came back out with a pendant. Milly glanced at it, then at him and just held it against his throat. "Try now?"
He made strange grumbles again and an almost chirp.
"Hrm, ok. Sorry, you can't talk till I turn you back. I have to put the pendant on before I transform someone. Your neck is too big to put it on after the fact."
Milly went back into the barn and was gone for a few minutes before coming back with a formstone. He held it toward Tod and it let off a powerful flash of light and in an explosion of energy- Tod's form exploded outward in a wave of coloured vapor, releasing a perfectly human Tod to fall to the ground in its place- completely nude. Milly laughed, tossing him a jacket he tied around his hips to cover his junk till he could get back to the house and she invited him in for dinner. He got dressed in a simple outfit of borrowed clothing. Milly explained she used the stone on him to give him a 'test run' to convince him to do it. Tod was too embarrassed to speak for some time. His face remained beat red for so long Milly was getting worried he would pass out.
Milly grinned at him as he finished dinner. "Well, stud? Staying the night? You wanted sex and there is plenty here waiting for you."
Tom just crossed his arms.
"Oh come on. You can't say that didn't feel great. And if you didn't want it at all, why did you mount her? There is thirteen mares in total, all waiting for a turn on your meat stick."
"Fourteen."
"Huh?"
"There is fourteen mares, I counted."
Milly chuckled. "Oh, right. You can't get one of them pregnant because she isn't a horse. One of them is a human in the form of a horse- I will let you guess which one. There is sixteen horses and one donkey total- two are the studs I normally use. Also, think of it this way; you are helping make the horses stronger and give their species a better chance! You are ensuring the next batch of foals have superior genes!"
Tod groaned, burring his face in his hands. "Please don't talk about babies..."
Milly just pat him on the head. That night they slept in the same bed, Tod slept with his pillows at the foot of the bed so they were opposite each other. Milly woke up first the next day, eager to get her formstones lined up and ready to go. Tod however remained sleeping for some time. The rhythmic pounding of the rain made it easier to sleep. When he finally got up he groaned at the sight out the window overlooking the fields. Real heavy rain under a matte grey sky. No wind or lightning but still certainly not the type of weather you go out in. Even if he wanted to bail from her plot now he wouldn't be able to get home. He did not have wings or his car now so he would have to walk- and he is not walking through THAT. Even as he ate breakfast Milly presented him the selection of formstones, showing them off.
2]Hippocampus
"Its poring rain outside, we can't do anything today anyway."
"Huh? Are you made of sugar? You melt in water? I suppose you could mount in the barn too but that would be kinda rude so close to the other horses who are still penned in." Milly motioned out the window to a mare wandering the edges of the field, close to the barn but still outside. "It just so happens we have a girl with an affinity to water. Wet and wild times- live a little!"
Tod glanced outside and spaced out a bit in thought. His brain was still working up to speed from waking up. Sex in the rain, huh? While he did not like the idea of being soaked and cold, it did sound like something you'd have on a bucket list. It would be an experience, for sure. Milly's casual approach to the situation helped slowly ease Tod's embarrassment. Milly was the type of person who goes to the bathroom and doesn't bother to close the door. There was at least two occasions she borrowed the shower at his place and pranced around naked like it was nothing. Tod reluctantly agreed, and without giving him the option Milly quickly grabbed which formstone they would use. Because of the situation- one of the form made a lot more sense than the others. After breakfast Milly gave the stone to Tod and he dashed out to the barn. He spent some time wandering around the barn looking at and greeting all the horses. In truth he was having a bit of trouble getting it up. Even though the memory of yesterday's unintentional romp was hot as hell, and he was surrounded by all these fine horses- now being somewhat expected to have sex put pressure on him and made it hard to preform! Just talking to the horses and brushing their mane with his fingers or patting their heads, he could not tell which mare was the fake. The one outside wandered to the open barn doors to see him as well, and he did not know if she was the fake- but could also tell she was not a normal horse. When she turned her head the light caught in her eyes allowing him to see her pupils were vertical slits, not horizontal rectangles like normal horse. When she smelled the male on him her lips curled back a bit and she gave a pleased nicker- and he seen her teeth were all sharp fangs as well, not flat slabs! That was why she enjoyed being soaked! That mare was sired by a Kelpie! When he went to pat the lone jackass- it opened its mouth baring its large teeth a bit as if to bite him and closed its mouth as he moved back. An oddly human reaction- it did not want to be pet. Milly said one of the mares were fake- she did not say if the stallions or jackass were real.
The kelpie half-blood certainly seemed ready to go, prancing around the open doors impatiently. Tod decided to just use the formstone now. He was psyching himself out thinking about it- the only correct approach was to dive in head first without thinking! Sometimes your fear of something is the only actual roadblock. Instead of being shy about doing anything in front of Milly, he should take her example and be flaunting! Show off how masculine he can be! Take it as a challenge! Tod activated the formstone, and then set it down on a small tool table near the doors. Because the stone remained close to him unlike the other day- the effects were more immediate. He felt his arm muscles flexing involuntarily and started to strip off the borrowed clothes so he didn't shred her outfits too. Standing there naked actually felt pretty... good. The cool air and occasionally a light misting from the rain dropping only inches in front of him- feeling the open outdoors air on his junk felt refreshing. The moisture had been building in the hot summer air till today so it was getting muggy and gross- this was a nice contrast.
The other day his changes started with his junk- but he wasn't masturbating today so the changes started elsewhere. His biceps started to swell up on their own- the muscles tightening and bulging then relaxing but remaining just as distended, growing in gentle throbs. His hands started to compress- his fingers bunching together and then their mobility started to disappear as they fused into a singular mass. His nailed unified and thickened- getting farther toward black as they bulked. His tail started to grow in, and this time it was a much better feeling- not being immediately jammed against his pants since he wasn't wearing them. The feeling was a slight squirming in his lower back as those muscles bulked up and snaked their way down, stretching a tail out with the added length of the muscle groups. He was mostly watching his hands devolve when he closed his eyes and groaned at a pulse of pressure in his head. It was not like the pressure of a headache- the pressure was specifically in the bone only. His ears started to change structure- becoming pointed and longer but also more thin as muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around at will. His hairline started to advance down into a mane, and just as it was about to finish its climb down is neck- his neck popped and grew longer! By now his hands were completely gone, replaced by horse hooves and his arms were no longer looking human at all. The bones got bigger, making his arms both longer and larger overall, and the muscles bulked quite a bit. Hard and sinewy in the lower limb- more bulky and bulbous in the upper arms and especially shoulders. He went to moan again but it came out as a bit of a wheeze thanks to his changing throat. His throat tightened as he finished breathing out making it sound like a breathy neigh. The muscles in his throat bulged in the front making him want to move his head back to give it room, but the pressure pulsed in his spine arching him forward instead. The pressure softly built in the back of his neck and then popped and reset- but then climbed again for the next segment. The bridge of his nose popped and expanded greatly as his face started to stretch outward. His eyes started to drift apart as his skull expanded out the middle- moving his eyes to the side. He might have toppled over at this point since almost all of his changes were in his upper body- but his tail was growing below and already gigantic to act as a counterbalance! Certainly nothing like a horse tail- the gigantic muscular and fleshy mass was already trailing on the ground behind him, the base getting more and more thick as it grew, forcing his hips to pop and reshape to accommodate- but that took strength out of his legs. Tod lowered himself to all fours.
The half-blood mare watched him intently over her shoulder- her rump facing him as her fat black pussy winked at him and her wet tail swished back and forth, fanning the smell through the air to him. His nostrils expanded greatly and he could once again pick up on the pheromones- this negated the stage fright holding his erection back. Tod breathed in deeper breaths, intoxicated by the scent. Too subtle to identify actively in his mind, but he still knew it was there and still wanted more! His lungs swelled wider with his huge breaths and caused his ribs to start popping as his torso grew barreled. His swelling pectoral muscles were forced forward by the deforming shape of the torso. He rest his crotch on the ground, with his erection wedged between because he could not move his legs at all anymore and could barely even feel them- the nerves and blood flow already rerouted to his monolithic tail by now! As long as his entire body and still growing, his tail squirmed around involuntarily from the growing muscle structure. Tod let out a deep neigh and snorted out two powerful jets of hot air as his face finished transforming fully into a horse. He straightened his front legs to arch his body as high off the ground as possible and felt his cock swelling up now beyond a full erection. It grew longer faster than it did thicker, but it did swell in girth as well. Unlike the other time, its coloration did not seem to be changing at all, it remained pink. As it stretched, rather than the head swelling even bigger, it started to shrink as if the shaft were stealing its mass to add to itself. It became more and more tapered as it grew, till the shape of the head was gone entirely! Even as his torso started to grow longer- his penis raced it, surpassing the length of a stallion! His tail grew so gigantic it consumed his butt- his anus now on the base of the tail as it took all the space between his legs- then pressed into his legs- and then swallowed them! His useless legs were merged into the mass of the growing tail as it became just as wide as his torso itself at the base! His hips no longer had any visible definition! His cock grew so long that even against his completed horse torso- it was long enough to reach his mid-neck! Though tapered at the tip- the base was as wide as the mid-point of a football! Starting at his hooves yet again- ultra fine horse fur started to spread up his arms to consume his torso. The skin at the tip of the tail started to stiffen and bubble up, dividing into hardened keratin sheets as it formed into metallic brown fan-shaped scales, with a thin dark blue strip at the very edge! The skin on the end of his tail stretched out with thin but ultra dense muscle fibers to grow out from under the scales and form two huge flipper-like fins! The remnants of his legs stretched back out into two flippers closer to his body- much thicker and bigger than the ones on his tail, but not more mobile. Scale and fur met at his lower back- fur going further down in the front to the opening of his cock, the scales going further up his back to the middle point. His enlarged balls popped back into him and the scrotum tightened against his body till it was no longer visible. He neighed loudly and shook his entire body to settle into its new form as it completed. Since it is so wet outside- he turned half horse, half fish- a Hippocampus! His cock looked like a whale dork, except veinier and it still had a medial ring like a horse.
He looked at the mare and grumbled a bit as his dick trembled every few moments from a throb in its base. He had not considered this problem... he has no back legs. How does he get onto the mare in the first place if he cannot fully stand? She shuffled her feet, trying to shake her tushy for him, getting impatient but she was not smart enough to realize his low leg count. From this angle he could easily see her small jiggly teats from below- the soft round veins bordering the cleft of her huge muscular butt cheeks, and just how fat and round her labia were. Tod tried to move sort of like an inch worm- arching his body and then scooting his lower half forward using his flippers. When his head was far enough out of the barn to catch the rain his ears instinctively pivoted forward and cupped down against his head. When swimming- a hippocampus cups its ears on its head to prevent water from getting in. Tod got almost under the mare, then arched himself way back, balancing on the base of his tail and then using all the massive musculature of his tail to slowly lift himself up onto it, further and further down its length. It was a strain but he was doing it- though his tail ached. He got his front hooves up onto the top of her big round butt and he took a deep inhale from her pussy perfectly level with his nose, but she tried to move back and shove it into him- which almost toppled him over onto his back! He was caught though. He glanced back over his shoulder and seen another, much bigger mare pressing her head into his back to hold him up! She stepped forward and shoved him further up the smaller mare and Tod took the chance to scramble up onto her with his front legs, finally far enough on to hook them around her meaty thighs and slide the tip of his penis into her! Both the mare and Tod nickered at the electric pleasure as he quickly was shoved into her, by the other mare! She bowed her head under the top of his tail and basically rammed him the rest of the way in, in one go! Tod also briefly noted the golden ring of fur around the bottom of her neck, linking to an amber spellstone embedded in her flesh. Looks like he found Fate- the false mare. Thanks to her human intellect, she just let herself out of her own pen.
Tod's giant cock completely filled the mare to capacity- each thrust winded her slightly, causing her to huff with each thrust. The heat radiating off their hot bodies diffused quickly into the poring rain washing over them. Their hair sopping wet, hanging heavily off them. Each powerful thrust a loud wet thud. Tod arched his tail under her- feeling her tiny teats press into it as he cradled her lower body with his much longer form. Fate walked beside them, watching with a playful almost mischievous look in her eyes. She leaned in close and caught Tod off guard with a kiss! Kissing as a horse was a bit odd- their tongues pretty big and their lips very soft and loose. Tod completely overloaded on stimulus- between being kissed be a behemoth mare, stretching out the smaller mare from the inside while also wrapping around and squeezing her in from the outside. The veins on his very long shaft all locked into rock hard stiffness as he could feel the force of the cum rocketing up the very long dick and blasting into the mare- stretching her even a bit more with liquid pressure. It was squirting out around his cock even as he still pumped into her, pooling on the ground below them and diffusing into the rain water. Tod remained in her as he started to go soft again, then started to slide off just because his muscles were too drained to continue clinging to her huge rump. He flopped to the wet ground on his back and in a burst, suddenly reverted human! He glanced dreamily back at the spellstone wondering how that happened and seen the jackass had let itself out as well now- and used the formstone to revert him. Without a sound, it wandered back into the barn again. Fate nudged his limp human penis with her huge nose to see if it had any life left in it. Seeing he was drained she huffed and returned back into the barn herself. The half-blood mare was trotting giddily in the rain now, the fire in her loins doused finally.
Tod got cleaned off mostly just by the rain as he walked back to the house. He needed a change of clothes just because the current ones were soaked. He asked Milly if she had been spying on him but she refused to answer... which probably meant that she was. Tod asked her if she had ever considered doing it herself. The formstone worked regardless of gender- the physical gender of the subject was part of its form, so if she used one of the stones on herself she would turn into a male for the duration. Milly just explained that as hot as all the horse lovin' was- she is not into other females. If she changed it would be to let one of the studs ride her- but doing that risked getting pregnant, which she also did not want.
"Speaking of the studs though... aren't they super irritated now, surrounded by mares in heat but not being allowed at them?"
"Oh, I still take care of the stallions. I just do it with my still human parts~." Milly winked at him, leaving Tod to imagine that scene.
The rain continued through the day, stopping here and there and mostly tapering off, but still pretty wet the whole day long. Most of the day ended up being pretty normal- playing games with Milly, talking about random nonsense and watching some shows. Later at night, the rain slowed to a gentle patter on the ground and roof. Milly smiled at Tod and nudged a formstone toward him as she got up to get cleaned up for bed- telling him she knows a great way to put guys to sleep, and leaving it at that. Subtly was never a strong point for Milly. Tod took the stone, looking at the runes dancing just under its slightly translucent surface. He was feeling a little horny, he supposed. Like any muscle, the more you use it the better it gets at being used. Having sex made the body sexually active, and more prepared for more sex. Tod wandered out onto the patio, taking his shirt off and feeling the cool night air on his body. The light from the house behind him reflected off the falling raindrops but beyond that he could only see the vague outlines in the dark. Were the mares even still awake? Though a horse's sleeping patterns is quite different from a humans- an adult horse only sleeps three hours each day so there was a much better chance of them still being awake than asleep. It would also depend on if they are asleep standing up or actually laying down- if they are standing they are only napping and waking them up won't bother them.
3]Longma
Tod huffed as he activated the stone and placed it down on the porch. "Does she even have any formstones that are just.. normal horse?"
The muscles in his back immediately tightened and he tensed up in response, standing straight. The pressure moved forward around him as his abs started to swell out, gaining definition and then his pectorals. He let out a snort as his nostrils flared and his throat started to bulk up. Veins throbbed stronger as they were pulled into visibility all over his body as his muscles pulled his skin tighter. His shoulder and upper back muscles swelled large, then it moved down into his arms. His bones started to grow, causing his entire skeletal structure to groan deep below the skin as his entire body started to grow in size. Tod's nails started to grow and thicken, stretching his fingers thicker to keep up as they shortened a bit, bulking up and degrading to have less joints. Hair started to grow on the backs of his hands and feet, spreading around his wrists and ankles but no further than that. His toes quickly joined his fingers changing the same way. Tod quickly slipped his pants off before standing on all four limbs- not waiting for his leg structure to topple him over first. His hands started to deviate from his feet a bit though- his rapidly degrading thumb shifted more toward the center of his devolving hands, while all five of his toes remained lined up and equal to one another. His feet started to lengthen, raising his ankles up further and further. His thighs bulged massively with muscle which also caused his ass to become huge and round. Tod's tail started to grow beyond what a horse should have, but not nearly at the rapid growth rate the hippocampus had either. Tod nickered from the odd feeling of his ears shifting- growing leaf shaped and gaining the ability to move around. He could move them consciously- but they mostly reacted on their own by reflex. Like glowing embers, spots of glowing red started to appear in his iris and spread quickly to consume it entirely as his pupils stretched into narrow horizontal slits. His nostrils expanded even more, causing the bridge of his nose to pop and expand as he snorted again- firing two streams of white smoke!
Each finger and toe covered in a segment of hoof, stuck somewhere between claw and hoof- his digits all devolved but did not fuse together, he could still move them all individually. When he pressed them together the segments jointed into a V shaped hoof. Because his thumbs had moved up and back, they became almost like a dew claw, but were low enough to the ground and had a large enough claw that its tip still touched the ground. His limbs finished changing by stretching just a bit taller. The growth quickly shifted into his torso, giving off several deep reverberating pops and snaps as his rib cage swelled huge, forcing him to breath in several times without breathing out as his lungs expanded and demanded more air to fill them. His hips popped and became massive and sturdy- but ensuring he could not stand back onto two legs. His tail stopped growing, just long enough that its tip almost touched his ankles- and when the hair grew on it, it only grew from the last fifth of the tail, leaving the top portion still bare. The hair on it also did not match his own- it was bright orange. Tod smiled and groaned in pleasure, moving back to subconsciously press his butt up against one of the posts holding the roof over the porch as he could feel his genitals changing finally. His anus puffed up and turned black and the black coloration bled down across his taint and into his scrotum. His balls swelled quickly, stretching the scrotum smooth as the skin on it thickened to protect its larger load. The growth continued forward swallowing the base of his dick in thick, soft folds of skin creating proto sheath before the cock itself started to grow and draw from that excess skin. After the flesh of his still developing sheath, the darkness became scattered. His entire cock turned black but as it expanded, the blackness broke into patches between increasingly large areas of pale pink. Tod squirmed at the feeling of a tingling pressure on the surface of his cock where blood pressure swelled and two hard, round bumps formed on either side of his shaft! Then it stretched longer and two more bumps formed, then longer, then two more. The medial ring that formed was a bit bumpy itself and projected farther out than normal, making it a pretty intense ridge itself. The corona started to develop stiff bumps around its entire parameter as it stretched wider, deforming the human bell shaped head into the soft dome of an equine glans. More hard bumps formed along the sides the longer it got- the space between each bump was only as big as each bump itself and they traveled the entire length of the shaft- though were a bit smaller on the later half beyond the medial ring. Tod groaned loudly in arousal as the cock finally finished changing, and slammed itself into his underside. All of his claw-like hoof segments started to glow a dull orange with heat!
The bridge of his nose started to expand, growing his skull out from the middle, starting to push his eyes out to the sides. His teeth all started to sharpen rather than grow into large slabs, his mouth filled with fangs. His hairline did not expand- his hair started to fall out. Tod arched his back and bowed his head as his spine exploded with pressure and started to yank his body and neck longer. He had to keep shuffling his footing because his legs were getting farther apart- farther than a horse. After surpassing the length of a normal horse's body, the extra length was given to his mid section, which also made him much more flexible and dexterous than a horse. His neck as well continued to grow longer than a horses would be, giving him even more flexibility. The hair on his ankles and wrists became long flowing fetlocks of orange hair, but rather than fur- his skin hardened beyond this point and started to divide into a sheet of scales! Billions of tiny round scales formed a thin sheet of armor across his entire body, giving him a glossy black form. His underside and the insides of his limbs were the only part of his body to remain untouched- completely bare skin, though its coloration darkened to grey-pink, purple, and then black to match the scales. Tod's head remained bowed as he grunt and snorted at the huge pressure building. He could hear the faint sound of skin ripping and feel the tickle of blood down the sides of his head- though he did not feel the actual wound itself. There was several pulses of pressure in a stalled moment, before he neighed loudly and the pressure exploded out of him! Growing extremely quickly, four huge horns erupted from his skull! The two sets of horns tangled around each other before the front set arched forward, around the back of the read set. The rear set hooked around the front of the front horns, and leaned backwards at a diagonal. The horns were heavily ribbed, to the point where they almost had a serrated edge. Like his hoof claws, the base of the horns started to glow with heat but the heat did not travel all the way up their length. Tod rushed forward into the rain to let it sooth him and wash the blood off his head but it did not quite work as he intended. As soon as he stepped into the gentle rain, the drops hissed as they touched him. His body was surrounded by a haze of mist as the water vaporized the moment it touched him! Clouds of mist rose from the ground as his hooves hissed against the ground and dried it below him. He looked down at his devolved hands, flexing all his fingers individually seeing if he could cool the claws consciously- he could. It was like trying to control an erection though- it wasn't at all easy to do, and for the most part it controlled itself according to his mood and energy level. Since his mood was intense and horny- his flame was burning strong. His face cracked and snapped as it finished stretching his skull out into a proper equine shape and he whinnied loud in triumph of completing his changes, white smoke escaping his mouth and nostrils! As he did, a line of scales from the top of his head down his entire very long neck started to glow with heat, going even further from orange to pure white before a tall stripe of flames ignited over them! He had a mane of fire! Half dragon, half horse- he has transformed into a Longma!
He wandered into the night, toward the barn, trailing a path of mist from evaporated rainwater behind him. The horses could see him approach the barn even in the darkness of night- the very base of his horns, his hoof-claws, and his red iris could all be seen glowing in the dark while his mane was like a lit torch over him. As Tod expected, it was Fate that stepped forward. She seemed to want some earlier and was disappointed she missed him then. That is why this form was chosen now. Longma was absolutely giant compared to most horses- and Fate was a behemoth work horse breed, she needed a giant brute to fit her. She walked out of the barn as Tod paused just outside. Fate circled him slowly like a shark eyeing its prey, a playful glimmer in her eyes again- he could see the light of his fire flickering in them. She paused behind him and lowered her head. Fate's nostrils flared as he pressed the end of her face to his balls and lifted them up with her nose slightly. She moved around him a bit more and gently kissed up his rigid shaft with her soft lips, causing it to vibrate from throbbing tension. She stepped forward, bowing her front legs and slid the end of the shaft in her mouth. Taking advantage of a horse's long mouth and neck, she slid down a good portion of his cock, rippling her tongue along its bottom and feeling the bumps on the sides. Because it took blood pressure a second to concentrate to them- there was a delay between the pulses. Tod's cock pulsed, then the glans stiffened, then the hard bumps each pulsed one set at a time, going from bottom to the top of the shaft- with a fraction of a second delay between. Fate did not bob too much- pleasuring the shaft almost entirely just with her tongues and playing around the medial ring with her lips just to fire him up even more before sliding back off.
Dizzy with arousal, Tod moved almost aggressively without even thinking- the moment her mouth left his shaft he spun around and reared up. He slammed down ontop of her and yanked himself up her back with his front limbs. He only partially snapped out of his frenzy when she whinnied in slight displeasure- he accidentally scorched her a bit with his front claws. He would have to be careful not to grip her too tightly or he will burn her. He found his mark and thrust into her thirsty pussy, having to take several thrusts to get fully in- his dick was not only quite thick, but the added hard bumps created more friction than normal. His body trembled a bit with each thrust as hers did- the bumps were all quite sensitive like the glans, creating even more points of pleasure. The base of his balls bounced off her huge pulsing clit as the balls themselves slapped her huge butt cheeks. Tod felt so powerful, so big. Fate was a huge horse- and now his viewpoint was looking down on her from above, her shoulders, flowing mane and the top of her head. He breathed heavily- sending thin gusts of white smoke at her unintentionally causing her ears to flick from the feeling on them. They were both surrounded in the haze of mist from the boiled rainwater. He nickered deeply in pleasure as his glans swelled huge with approaching climax and the rough ridge of the corona jammed into the walls of her pussy from lack of room! He had to forcefully drag his hips back, raking the deep insides of her pussy and then rammed back in one final time, exploding into her his thick, hot cum. She held for a few moments after he finally stopped pumping into her, then slid out from under him. Fate made a whickering sound that was almost a chuckle, glancing at him as she walked past back into the barn. Yea... she was definitely a human somewhere in that horse form. Tod remained standing in the swirling mists to let them cool his body. When the rain finally stopped he made his way back to the house. Milly's bedroom lights were off so she was likely already asleep so he would have to be quiet when he slipped in. He had a bit of trouble getting to the formstone- it was sitting on the porch but if he stepped on the porch his claws would burn the wood, so he had to reach over and roll it close enough for him to use. Milly was on point with saying it was a good lullaby for him- once he shuffled his way to bed he fell asleep instantly.
The next day Tod was woken up by Milly who once again was up before him. She made him a homemade breakfast and also slid him another formstone with runes Tod could not even read- it was a creature he had never even heard of before. She told him it was the perfect form to 'rise and shine' with and gave him a wink before skipping off to do some reading. Tod sighed as he finished his breakfast, eyeing the stone. Now he was starting to feel like he was being treated like the livestock too. He wasn't a breeding machine for Milly to use! He was also still a little unsettled by the fact he was actually making these mares pregnant. Although technically it wasn't with his kids- the sperm he fired in those forms was copies of the animal that was originally used to imprint the formstone with. And the sex was good- he couldn't argue that. Last night's romp complicated things even more- because while she was a horse physically, he technically had sex with a woman. That made him wonder who Fate really was, and if she was looking for a boyfriend for when she isn't equine.
4]Hippalectryon
Tod shrugged as he felt the warm morning sun on his back as he wandered to the field and activated the formstone as he reached the barn. Fate had let the other horses out, keeping the studs restrained so they did not get the remaining mares pregnant before Tod could. Fate herself remained in the barn- not interested in a second round for a while. Tod tossed his shirt off and slipped the pants down as soon as he could feel his muscles start to flex on their own. Like with his hippocampus changes, Tod's muscles and arms especially seemed to change first. The muscles on his upper back and arms swelled up, pulling his skin tight and then the bones in his arms started to grow, lengthening the arms. His fingers quickly lost mobility and started to merge together as his nails bulked, blackened, and fused. At least this form seemed to have proper horse hooves. He wobbled in place a bit though as his thighs started to shorten a bit, becoming round and meaty as the femur inside compressed slightly. Tod went down onto all fours to take some of the weight off his legs as he felt his feet start to change- and his hands finished their transition to hooves just as he brought them to the ground. He groaned in confusion pushing more of his weight onto his sturdy new hooves- the way his feet were changing was definitely not into horse hooves. His feet were getting longer, but as they did they seemed to fold over, drawing his big and pinky toe closer together on either side till they touched and fused together like what happened to his hands the night before. His nails all thickened but did not turn black, and they became a bit more narrow as they started to grow out in archs. Bird! He recognised this from his hippogriff form- except it was with his feet not his hands. Sure enough, the remaining three toes got even longer and larger, gaining mobility rather than losing it. Three clawed toes in the front and one behind- a bird foot! Correct in his guess- quills started to sprout all over his lower body, causing Tod to squirm from the prickling feeling. He unintentionally raised his back legs to stretch the new muscle structure, bowing his front body at the same moment his neck cracked several times, stretching longer. He arched his neck backward in response and the muscle in his neck surged in size when he did- squeezing several large veins between skin and muscle. His hair started to grow longer and shift colors, turning from dark brown to dark red and then base red! It became bushier and more wild as it grew out, and then started to advance down his neck to form an equally long and bushy mane. It seemed like he was turning into a hippogriff again only... backwards.
Tod could feel new muscle squirming into existence in the base of his ears, causing them to tremble and then flick as they became leaf shaped. His nostrils flared and he grinned as he could smell once again the scent of wanting mares on the air. The skin on his legs started to stiffen and bubble up and then segment as he moved his legs around in place- breaking up into banded bird flesh- its color turned a sandy yellow. His tail grew out to the length of a horses, but instead of hair it grew large quills like the rest of his lower half. Horse fur started to grow in from his hooves up, but before it reached his shoulders his torso started to change shape in preparation. Tod sucked in a very long deep breath as his lungs once again swelled in size. His veins hammered in stiffness as his heart swelled bigger to feed them. Tod's ribs cracked in rapid fire as the entire rib cage expanded. His pectoral muscles swelled up as his body barreled out, popping the pectoral muscles up front more to be between and above the front legs. His hips changed structure only slightly, and did not seem to grow individually of his overall bodily growth, so his back half remained rather lean compared to the front- more than likely because it was avian in nature rather than equine. Tod made a thunderously low pitched nicker as his body finished rounding into its new size. Black horse fur spread up onto his body, then raced up his neck. He closed his eyes as the pressure built in his nose, and his nostrils flared huge just as the cartilage in his nose cracked apart and swelled into a much larger bridge. His skull popped quietly to everyone but himself- since the sound was in his own head it seemed extremely loud to him. His face stretched out and expanded, pushing his eyes to the side in the process. He grew feeler hairs on his chin even before the advance of fur finally reached his face and covered it. His pupils changed to vertical slits, but then sprang back to circles as if unable to decide where it should stay. They stretched horizontal then back to circles, before finally stretching both horizontal and vertical- creating a plus sign shaped pupil! Tod neighed as his head finished transforming. When the fur reached the quills at the middle of his back the quills started to rapidly burst open into full feathers. It was like watching popcorn pop in a microwave! The fur continued to cover his lower body on the underside- the feathers did not grow between his legs. The feathers that grew from his tail were extremely large and long- they formed long arcs like streamers!
Tod straightened his legs and bowed his head to look at his underside to his genitals. Once the fur covered the area around it, his junk itself finally started to change. His scrotum tightened, pulling his balls higher as they swelled bigger. Then even tighter it became, pushing them against his body as they grew even a bit bigger. They pulled tighter and tighter, causing him to grunt and scrunch up his face a bit from the ache till they suddenly popped inside of him- one and then then immediately the other! The scrotum quickly tightened more now that it was empty and vanished entirely into him! His penis felt the same inward pull and started to draw back into his body! It created a soft of leaf shaped opening of soft flesh as the dick pulled inward. There was two pressures happening in the same place, one drawing the shaft inward, and another growing in all directions. The veins on his shaft seemed to bulge larger as it was pulled in, and it became rock hard as if struggling against the inward pull. The head seemed to stall at the opening, the glans flaring larger and larger- plugging the hole so it could not be drawn in any further! It stretched against his torso changing from the small helmet shaped human glans into the huge soft curve dome of a horse. The head at least seemed to become that of a normal horse, the rest was definitely not horse like. The pressure in his crotch grew massive, and his shaft started to slide back out! It seemed like it too had become like a horse, but as more of it slid out he realized that was not the case. The more that slid out- the more girth it gained. The huge pressure in his crotch was his cock becoming massive while inside of him! The veins on its surface were giant, and the phallus lacked a medial ring like a proper horse. When finally it was fully emerged the base stretched the newly created opening for it to rest in tremendously. It was a shade shorter than some normal horse penis can be, and it was a bit narrow toward the top just behind the head, but the base was extremely girthy- as thick around as a fire hydrant if not a bit thicker still! The entire shaft did not change color at all, so it was bright pink. It started drooling pre almost immediately.
Tod has transformed into a Hippalectryon- half stallion, half rooster- quite literally a horse cock. Unlike a hippogriff it did not have wings, because that would require it to have the upper body of a bird, and roosters can't really fly in the first place. The horse fur on him was black, the feathers were dark brown like his hair color was. His bushy mane was bright red like the comb of a rooster. His tail feathers were all black but faded to dark green at the tips. His balls were internal, even though they were even bigger than a standard horse, and his dick slightly shorter and tremendously thicker. Tod took some time to walk in a circle and get used to these legs. His front legs were better at walking on seemingly, but also his rear half did not weigh as much as his front half so there was less weight to carry on his back legs. Basically in terms of legs, a hippogriff was rear-wheel drive, a hippalectryon is front-wheel drive- the front limbs drive him forward with most of the force, the back legs just keep pace and balance while running. His brows lowered a bit as he finally got why Milly said this was a good form to rise and shine with- roosters crow at dawn. He also had not grown a lot compared to hippogriff and no where remotely close to the size of longma, so he would need a more petite, agile mare to make a proper fit. He almost immediately spotted his target. The mares weeded themselves out to an extent- the ones he already serviced went about their day wandering the fields and playing with one another. The mares he was yet to mount watched him and came close when they seen him transforming. He spotted a mare with rather odd proportions. She was red-brown with fur and hair the same, her body tall and lean in frame, except for her hips. Unlike the rest of her, her hips were large and her butt huge, and on top of that her udder was gigantic for a horse! It looked like two black G cup breasts wobbling around in her crotch! Milly had mentioned she was looking at using virility potions before her formstone idea hit her- she must have used potions on this mare, because these proportions are impossible otherwise. Her front and back half were two completely different body types- she was a pear-shaped horse!
The pear-mare nickered as he approached her, turning her huge plump butt to him and swishing her tail to the side, fanning it over her big cheeks. Her pussy released a splash of natural lube as her big clit popped out to say hello and part the curtains for him to welcome Tod inside. Tod's avian legs were quite springy, so he reared up on them and got his hooves up onto her easily enough, hooking his front legs around her huge rump. He thrust into her getting the head in easily and the first bit. As he eased more into her, she became tighter and tighter as the girth of his cock increased more and more the further down the shaft she went. He could only get down to the halfway point! She was deeper but he was just too wide to fit. Tod started to thrust back and forth, letting his mind fade out in the rhythm. She smelled so good, and fit so snugly to his shaft, it made it so easy to forget who or what he really was. He remembered what it was like mounting the others- each a bit different but all so very good. They all smell so good, feel so good... so pretty. He was not even consciously aware that with each squelching thrust he was ramming a bit deeper into her- stretching her a bit wider. He stretched her vagina so wide he was starting to squeeze into her clit at the base of the vulva. She was snorting with exertion, trying to shove back against him in time with his thrusts- also determined to take more into her as if his dick was a challenge. A horse never backs down from a competition. His memories of being a human seemed so distant and irrelevant. The memories of being in these mares were so vivid and abundant now that his mind was tricking itself into thinking this was his life- the human part was just a dream. Tod could feel the slight swoosh of air against his legs from her huge tits swinging between her legs as he thrust into her. He could feel her plump black labia tickling the base of his cock as he approached climax! He was almost completely inside of her! She was stretched tremendously wide! Her legs trembled and the muscles twitched wildly as she was locked into a near-constant state of orgasm from his dick crushing her clit with each inward thrust. They both let out a loud whinny as he came into her- the huge veins on his shaft throbbing rock hard with each burst of cum fired up. Her front legs buckled as the pleasure took the strength out of them, and then her back legs as she was forced into a full sitting position with him still inside of her. He had exhausted the poor little mutant mare. Tod eased himself out of her, her pussy made a loud wet popping sound as he got to the halfway point on his dick and as he removed it fully her pussy remained opened slightly- a bit gaped thanks to being stretched so badly. It would contract back to normal, it would just take a few minutes. Her tits looked especially fat and round when she was sitting like this because they were squashed against the ground.
Tod wandered back toward the house, a bit dazed, then remembered the formstone was by the barn. He was so lost in fucking her he completely forgot himself. In a full animal form, their scent made him hormone drunk like they themselves were- luckily getting off cleared it out mostly allowing him to regain his senses. He touched his hoof to the formstone and activated it, reverting once again to full human and quickly slipping his borrowed clothes back on. He sort of wanted to go again- half because that felt so good he wanted to keep the train rolling and half so he could finish filling this collection of mares and go back to his normal life. Unfortunately refractory period was a thing, and it didn't matter what form he took if his dick was sleeping regardless. He went back into the house to get something to drink and rest up a bit. He had spotted another unique mare he wanted to try who was giving him bedroom eyes the whole time. Milly was absorbed into reading a book most of the day, so he actually did not see much of her at all. At least she wasn't peeping on him as he fucked her horses.
5]Ichthyocentaur
The ground dried in the heat as the summer sun returned for the day. Tod did not see any of the horses looking out on the fields as he grabbed the formstone he wanted to try. He hummed in thought as he also spotted the formstone for a normal stallion- so she did actually have one. Tod found most of the mares when he walked outside- they were not visible from the house because they were crowded up against the building. There was only one tree on the range and it grew beside the house- all the mare were crowded together laying in the only shade available. The remaining horses must be in the barn- even though their pens were open. Sure enough he spotted the mare he wanted to mount in the barn standing around in the open, just enjoying the cool shade. She stared at him hungrily even though he was fully human still, but Tod was going to fix that quickly as he activated the formstone. He was unaware of the danger he was in. This mare looked at him hungrily even in human form because as a human, he looked like food to her. Her body was sandy colored but her hair was pitch black and hung heavily and straight off her, almost like it was wet. Her mane was so long and voluminous it hung off both sides, and covered half her long face. She angled her head so that her ears parted the mane over her eyes, allowing her to see past her own hair. Her iris were amethyst purple. Tod did not notice when she walked, pacing a bit waiting for him to change that her hooves made absolutely no sound against the ground. They left no tracks. She is only half horse- her mother was a Nightmare, a spectral equine that haunts the dreams of mortals and feeds off the energy siphoned from them from the curses they bestow on their victims. When she breathed out normally it was fine enough to not notice- but when she breathed heavier you could see a heavy, dense black vapor that fell from her mouth and nose, pooling near the ground. Out in the field he would be fine- but in the barn the vapor could condense more and become a problem.
Tod immediately staggered from the changes, this time surging in his legs first. He stumbled back till he put his back against a wall and leaned some weight against it. His leg muscles bulked up tremendously fast, his thighs and ass cheeks swelled hugely round and tight and the bones within bulked and grew alarmingly fast as well. His feet devolved hastily to very broad, large hooves- those of a work horse. Tod bowed forward a bit as he felt his spine stretching longer, but then it seemed to build pressure powerfully at his hips, as if the growth had somehow snagged on something. His legs let out a loud pop as they were growing longer and larger overall and the knee joint dislocated entirely- causing him to fall completely over onto his hands! He tried to move the muscles to draw his legs up under him to be on all fours but they did not work! The muscles had inverted- what was forward movement was now backwards! He moved his thigh backward and the knee joint finally re-set, but on the wrong side! His knee was backwards. He felt the pressure build in his ankles when he tried to move his legs and knew it would likely be the same- and sure enough when he flexed it popped and reset the wrong way. Part of his hip broke off with all the movement, and seemed to shift backwards, extending his butt out bizarrely. Before he could figure out what was happening with his inverted legs, the pressure in his spine reached breaking point and it grew out gigantically in a sudden burst- yanking the broken plates from his hips back more and then extending beyond that, rapidly dragging his body out in rapid growth! He could not tell what the mass of growth off his butt was, till his legs seemed to stretch lengthwise and with a sticky wet sound, pulled in two! A second set of underdeveloped proto-limbs divided from his inverted legs. Or more accurately- his legs were properly aligned... to be front legs, not back.
The growth off from where his ass used to be continually pressed it farther and farther back. He moved the new proto limbs to try and help scoot the growth along the floor without dragging but they were entirely new limbs, and not even properly developed yet besides. His shattered hips were not hips at all anymore- the front part transformed into a overly large, sturdy collar bone, the plates that broke off became shoulder blades to carry the legs, which were now the front legs of a horse. The giant tube-like growth off his lower body was an entirely new torso! It seemed like a blob of flesh at first, and did not start to take shape till the rib cage started to form to contain the duplicate organs. A second, massive horse heart formed in the chest to keep the blood pumping through a body far too large for a single heart to handle. His human arms felt slightly numb for a moment as the skin hardened into a sheet of scales on the outside of his forearms and backs of his hands. His nails grew into small claws of the same metallic cyan color his scales were. His ears flicked and stretched into the leaf shape of equine ears, but developed small scales on the backs instead of fur- the scales advanced around the edges of his face but no further. They seemed to hug his hairline and contain it while the scales advanced down his neck and tapered off on his upper back- forming a triangle mat between his shoulders and back. In his torso he suddenly felt empty and very queasy as his organs suddenly shuffled. His intestines seemed to fall away entirely, falling into his new torso, leaving the old one behind. To fill in some of the negative space, his lungs expanded greatly and divided like his legs had into a second set of equal size below the first ones. Tod grabbed the sides of his neck at a strange twitch of new muscle and felt two slits form on either side. He had gills! He could breath through his mouth and nose to use his old lungs, or through his gills to use his new lungs and breath underwater! His intestines stretched from the base of his old stomach down into the new torso where another, larger stomach grew from a segment of the intestines- and the remainder was behind that stomach. The bladder, prostate and kidneys remained in relative proximity to his ass- so they were yanked lower as the new body extended.
Tod's rump started to lift finally as his proto limbs started to grow and develop. The skin on the ends where it had dragged on and stand against the ground stiffened, becoming thick and leather-like. His genitals followed the proto legs to remain the same distance from his butt- so they were no where near his old legs now. His balls swelled, pulling the scrotum smooth, then grew a bit more, surpassing the size of a normal horse- this overstretched the scrotal flesh though, and caused the balls to rise up against the torso to find enough skin to keep them contained without strangling them. His second body finally finished growing out- but his spine just kept on going completely ignorant of it- stretching a tail out of him now! Between his spine and proto limbs a thin ring of bone kept it barely held together long enough to expand massively into a new, huge hip. The second torso properly expanded out into that of a horse- his human torso grew from where the horse's collar bone was, which is why the collar bone is abnormally huge; its half a collar and half a hip. His tail squirmed around wildly as it continued to grow, bigger and bigger, bending around himself to find room. Tod groaned as his large balls were pulled half inside of him, so only half of them were visible as bulges behind his dick. Since not much scrotal flesh was actually needed to do that, the excess shifted forward and formed a somewhat thin sheath around the base of his dick, then fused to his underside. His dick started to grow bigger and longer now- the surges of growth could be felt all the way back to his ass, starting deep in his taint before becoming actual visible growth in his shaft. With each wave of growth though, there was a downward tug and a jolt of pleasure as his nerves started to peel in half- multiplying as well.
Tod watched his violently wobbling dick mutate. "Oh no, not again..." He recognized the start of another division!
With every wave of growth, his dick got bigger, longer and less human. The medial ring became a little more pronounced, the corona a little more bumpy, the glans a bit wider, the bulbous head a little but more subdued. But in addition, the dick also became much wider than it should be as a second identical shaft was growing from it, stretching the sheath wider and wider. The glans was the first to double- remaining fused only at the edges; the two heads were aligned one on top of the other. It was not till the shaft just below it gave off a wet sticking sound as it split off that the heads were able to divide as well. The division advanced down the shaft- the two breaking off felt like removing an annoying band aid that had been left on for too damn long. It was a sort of mildly itching pleasure, and then a refreshing feeling afterglow as they continued to split all the way to the base- inside of the sheath. Though they remained pink, he now had two full horse dicks, and they were even longer than a normal horse could reach- though the girth was average. Because of how they are stacked, when his dick throbbed the bottom one slammed into the top one, and then that slammed into his underbelly! The two glans grind into one another as the shafts bounce off themselves and his body- the lucky top dick getting sandwiched between the two walls of flesh. The moist thudding sound of them beating each other became the background music for the rest of his changes.
His rear limbs were narrow but quite long. They were simple limbs even once they had finished developing- they had no digits. The femur was incredibly short, making the thigh almost unnoticeable at all from the outside. The shin was a good length, then the ankle and then from there a singular 'foot' bone that was twice the length of the shin- he stood on the end of this bone. From Tom's perspective looking back at them, they looked like narrow featureless pillars. From the sides they looked like fins! They formed into triangular sheets, standing on the points of the half fins with the ankle the only visible joint at the halfway point. Unlike a horse's back legs, his hips allowed sideways motion- he could do the splits with these if he wanted without tearing a groin muscle. There was no hoof to walk on though, no claws to protect the ends, it was just hardened flesh- so walking on particularly rough ground would hurt. The massive tail doubled the length of the body- reminiscent of the hippocampus, except he still had all four legs in addition to it. It grew a small dorsal fin only a foot off his butt, then two smaller fins on the sides further down, and then a gigantic fin on the end made of two huge flippers! Starting this time from around his hips where the human torso transitioned to horse, his dark brown horse fur started to grow and spread quickly as the final layer of the changes. The metallic cyan scales however started as well- beginning in the middle of his equine back on his back, and from his half fins on the sides- the scales did not touch his underbelly at all. The scales became sharper and more pointed the further down his tail they got. He felt a bit of a tickle, and a trail of hair grew on his lower human back to between his equine shoulders as a pseudo mane, finishing his changes.
Human, fish, and horse all mixed in equal measure made for an extremely long body. He had transformed into an Ichthyocentaur! It took Tod some time to get a hold of his spacial awareness- he was both a lot taller and a lot longer than any other form he took. He had an extra pair of limbs and even a giant tail to deal with. He felt a mare sneak up behind him, pressing her nose against his balls up under his back legs and gently lick their underside while her hot breath tickled his scrotum. Tod looked behind himself but she had vanished. He furrowed his brow a bit- he never lifted his tail, how would she have gotten under him in the first place from that angle? Two other mares brushed up beside him, rubbing their heads up against him, but when Tod focused his eyes on them, there was nothing there. The nightmare daughter was still real when he looked directly at her though, and she approached him keeping her half-hidden eyes on him. It felt a bit odd, since he still had half a human body, and his nose could not pick up on horse pheromones in this form- however the heavy magic mist she breathed out was poisoning him in the confines of the barn, where it did not dissipate into the air as well as it would outside. She walked up to him and raised her head up, licking up his chest before looking him dead in the eyes and releasing a gust of hot breath from her nose. In the thick air, Tod's head spun slowly and for a moment he took a half step forward, leaning his human torso far forward as he thought he was pressing his face into the plump black labia of a mare- caught in another illusion. The real mare moved to his side and used her soft dexterous lips to kiss his lower cock, causing it to slam into the upper one and both to bounce off his underside- amusing her with the display of dancing masculine meat. She then slid her head up under the front legs and nudged up, giving him the queue to mount up.
Tod lifted up his horse hooves and the mare turned as he half turned and he dropped down onto her. Because he still had a full human torso ontop of where there would only be a horse's head, he was a LOT taller than her, so having his upper horse body on her back put his head towering over her- and just clearing the rafters of the barn by a half foot. Even though it was impossible at that elevation, Tod still though he seen other mares brushing their faces near his, licking his bare skin or pressing their delicious pussies to him. The fact he had two dicks actually made it easier to line up- they basically corrected one another so each took its own hole! The mare whickered happily between grunts as he thrust into her, completely filling her- it was impossible not to scratch her itch when he hit everything at once! She hit climax ahead of him and let out a long sigh, releasing a thick cloud of her heavy black mist, darkening the very air around them. Tod hit his peak quickly after- the flare of his twin dicks became so wide that they pressed into one another- pushing enough against the sides of her vagina and colon that they could feel one another through the lining! He came hard into her, gripping her just behind her shoulders with his powerful equine legs. When it should have started to taper off however, it did not. Cum was rushing out from around his dicks, splattering the floor but still more came! Tod's started to feel light headed, his grip slipping slightly as he continued to blast more and more cum! If anything his prostate felt even more swollen, and also ached from the exertion. His urethra stretched from the force of the blasts of cum, increasing the volume of each burst! A minute passed and still he was cumming from both barrels! He gasped for breath, holding the sides of her neck with his human arms as he was too exhausted to hold himself up. In a sudden burst, his form exploded and he reverted human! Tod fell onto the mare's back, causing her to whinny in surprise and buck halfheartedly. She turned to glare at Milly standing in the doorway with the formstone.
"Are you ok Tod?!"
"W-wuh? How... what..." His head was swimming in the poisoned air still, and his body felt completely drained of all strength.
"I should have warned you about her sooner, I didn't know you would pick her. Jade is half Nightmare, she was using her power to trap you in unending orgasm. It is a damn good thing I came to get you for lunch when I did. You probably lost a pound or two of liquid mass- Jade would have made you cum yourself to death!"
Milly chastised the mare for trying to kill her mate and quickly took Tod back to the house. Milly made sure he had a ton of water to drink to replace all the liquid she had drained of him and recommended he take a nap as soon as he was done eating lunch. With a bit of a chuckle though, she congratulated him on successfully crossing the deadly mare off his list. As soon Tod touched down to the bed he immediately passed out- absolutely exhausted. He only meant to take a nap, but ended up sleeping the entire rest of the day away. His dreams- unsurprisingly- were very erotic. Between the extreme erotic illusions he had thanks to Jade's magic and the many real life encounters he has been having, his mind was flooded with sexual thoughts and memories. He had been in so many different bodies, burried in pleasure so frequently it was hard to not think about.
6]Hyper Stallion
When Tod finally woke it was completely dark out again and Milly was fast asleep on the other end of the bed already. His erection was jammed into the mattress from his erotic dreams. With a bit of a groan he got up, wandering downstairs to get something to drink, still dehydrated a bit. He glanced at the pile of formstones on the table and remembered he had finally found the normal horse one earlier. Well... now he kind of wants to try that one. He did had an insistent erection from his dreams he needed to get rid of. Tod picked it up and wandered out to the barn barefoot again. He seen Fate and the jackass on the far side of the fields flirting in the night. Tod was quiet when he walked in just in case they were sleeping. The horses seemed to be resting but not really sleeping- Fate might have already woken them up unintentionally when she opened the barn to go out. He found the mare named Priestess- a very pampered horse with extremely long, well kept hair. She seemed to watch him rather intently- either wanting to be let out to play in the night or for him to take her... or both. Tod smiled at her and started to undo the latch, but then noticed a shelf covered with potion bottles nearby. He wandered over to them and looked over the labels briefly. These are the potions Milly was going to use before she recruited Tod to be her perfect breeding stud. He picked up a rather large potion bottle for equine genital enhancement. These potions were very potent, and could make the drinker's cock and balls permanently larger. The thing is- it's species specific, and this one was for horses only, it had no effect at all on human genes. A human version of this same potion would likely cost ten times as much. Tod smiled as he looked at the formstone in his other hand. The potion only works on horses- but he also had the ability to BE a horse. If he drank the potion and then used the formstone the potion will work on his other form! Like Milly said, the horse in the stone will already be a prime specimen to begin with, then add the potion on top of that and you have the most impressive horse cock the world has ever seen!
Milly was not going to use the potion on the horses anymore presumably now that he was working them over- so Tod uncorked the bottle and chugged the potion of genital enhancement, then scanned the bottle for the one for prostate enhancement for large, long orgasms. He unfortunately was too horny and eager to have read the dosage instructions to realize the potion was meant for ranchers- who generally have more than one horse. The potion tingled a little where it slid down his throat but did not do anything because he was still human. Once he drank the two though, he activated the formstone. Like the first time- the changes immediately started with his already erect dick as he moved to finish unlatching the pen to let Priestess out. The skin of his scrotum thickened and expanded, pooling at the base of his dick to form a sheath as it turned to grey-pink. He flopped them out over the pants- too caught in the moment to remember he should be taking the clothes off while he could. His balls surged in size in a quick burst, and then continued to grow at a slow and steady rate, pulling the skin folds of the scrotum smooth as it continued to darken to bruise purple. It did not take long for the chicken egg sized human balls to swell pleasurably to baseball sized, then softball, then finally to the size of ostrich eggs, sitting heavily in the now smooth black scrotum as the sheath also finished forming- but did not yet fuse to his underside. The size of the sheath swallowed almost his entire dick even though it was fully erect, only the head remained peeking past the plush home. He could feel the gentle pressure of growth from deep in his taint, surging up behind his nuts and into the base of his cock, filling the sheath more. His dick started to wobble and inch forward as its structure expanded not entirely evenly. The growth went from base to tip in waves, making it almost look like there was an object travelling up the inside of his shaft, but it was just the shaft itself expanding. The veins grew to feed it more blood ahead of the shaft's own growth, covering it with soft ribbing from them all. Tod had to lean against the side of the pen as Priestess passed him, just because the pleasure was so intense. It was not as strong as physical touching, but more constant and more all-encompassing, because the growth stretched and tickled all of the nerves in the entire cock all together. The human shape started to deform the larger it became, most notable in the glans were the corona became rougher and the head became more of a softer curve but also wider. The medial ring started to become visible as it reached his rib cage in length. Beyond this point, patches started to darken and expand all over the shaft, quickly darkening to match the jet black sheath that housed it. The head stiffened as it stretched still bigger, inching up past his chest- shaking from tension with each pulse. The area around the urethra started to sink in deeper while the urethra itself remained as-is, standing from the depression. His entire cock turned glossy black except for a single large splotch of pink that remained immune on the back of the later half of the shaft. It finished growing when it was as tall as his neck. This was just its normal size- the potion was yet to kick in.
From Tod's toes to his head, he felt a surge of growth deep inside of his body from his bones growing, increasing his entire body size and making the clothes fit tighter and tigher! When the bones in his hands grew, they fused, locking his digits together. He went to pull his hands down, but could not move his fingers properly and before he could figure out a way to do it anyway, his leg muscles tightened and swelled in a wave up his legs, getting more amplified as it went up! His thighs expanded thick, yanking the pants tight across them, but then his hips popped and his ass expanded huge and round with muscle as well causing the pants to burst open at the top! Tod was forced to topple the rest of the way over onto his stiff hands and his hips and ass grew some more, tearing the pants badly so far down that they just fell the rest of the way off his legs. He grunt in pleasure as he felt his shoulder muscles swell and tighten, starting to feed growth down to his arms as well when he remembered he needed to take his shirt off! He could not take it off if he was holding himself up with his hands though. Tod tried to get up but his back cracked several times in protest and took that time to start to expand- and refused to bend in a way that would allow him back onto two legs, he couldn't remove the top. Another wave of growth expanded through his bones and body size, which again caused the bones in his hands and feet to fuse further together. Now his hands and feet started to crack and shift- the bones inside useless as they were anyway, they melted together to form much bigger bones in less numbers. His nails thickened and melted together- looking like liquid as the material shifted even though it still reacted as a solid. His nostrils flared and Tod let out a few deep grunts and snorts as he could once again smell the sweet scent of the mare. His neck started to let out hollow popping sounds as it lengthened, and then the veins swelled tight as the muscle swelled after to fill it out, wider and wider. The neck of the shirt tore in the back, and then quickly advanced down as his upper back muscles swelled a bit more.
Tod could feel his tail hair growing in, involuntarily swishing around behind him gently fanning his huge butt. There was a big pressure in his rib cage but it waited till he took a deep breath to actually expand, then forcing him to take several more breaths to actually fill his bigger lungs. His entire torso expanded wider taking the more barrel shape of a horse, this pushed his pectoral muscles further forward and caused his taint to stretch longer in the back, creating a much greater distance between anus and balls. This also set his arms further apart and prevented them from being moved on an inward angle- ensuring they were used as legs now only. The expansion of his torso beyond human shape put equal pressure on all parts of the already torn shirt allowing it to hold out longer than you would think it could- but it ultimately still popped. Almost every seam on the shirt burst at the same time, ripping it into several pieces and slingshotting them off his body. Tod supposed Milly made him ruin one of his outfits, so it was only fair he decimate one of hers too.
His hair quickly started to advance down his now huge neck and Tod threw his head back to shake his head and neck- enjoying the feeling of the growing mane getting tossed around. His ears gained mobility and flicked to flex their new dexterity as they started to migrate further up his head and his head's mass surged forward. Consistent with his other changes, the bridge of his nose was the first to burst- being made only of cartilage it was easier to mold than bone. The bridge expanded greatly stretching the nostrils huge along with it, then it started to grow out and downward, then his lower jaw started to expand as well, pulling his entire face out. The expanding from the middle pushed his eyes farther apart to the sides of his head. In his mouth his tongue swelled bigger and much longer to try and keep up with the mouth. His teeth grew huge and flat filling much of the space but not all of it- horses had a gap on their jaw between the front teeth used to grab, and the back teeth used to grind. Now a complete stallion, Tod looked like a mix between a gigantic work horse and a riding horse. Big and muscular, but his muscles were not bulky enough to hinder his agility. His fur seemed to fade in all over his body at once, as if his skin had simply darkened. Most of Tod was black except his hair, and the fur immediately above his hooves was dark brown. He was still bigger than Priestess- she was a lithe horse with an ego bigger than her body.
Tod was so ready to mount her he took a few steps toward her before remembering the potions he drank when he felt his dick tighten even further. It lifted straight out, almost touching his underside but not quite, and with each pulse it vibrated- too tight to bob. The veins squirmed under the surface and bulged before the shaft started to expand further. He groaned and took half steps back and forth, unable to sit still from the feelings but also not knowing what to do about it other than let it work. His glans inched up to his equine ribs and started to pass the ribs one by one. His balls grew slow but steady as well- their growth did not give off much feeling on its own but their increasing weight did; pulling heavier in the scrotum which also tugged on the sheath. In periodic surges precum would dribble out the head in a short stream as the glans started to inflate- flaring like he was approaching orgasm. The head became tight to the point it became perfectly smooth and shiny as the corona became wider and wider- becoming so huge it also stretched the last tenth of his shaft wider to keep up. It was so wide that it pressed into his stomach even though his shaft remained hovering a half inch off of it. Tod began to involuntarily twitch his hips in stuttered half-humps, unable to resist the feeling of the top curve of the glans dragging on his skin. His balls reached the size of cantaloupes and lifted closer to his body from lack of room in the scrotum- but then started to slowly sink again from weight as the scrotum too joined the growth. His sheath became tight on the base of his dick- it was so fat the middle of both the top and bottom portion of the cock was actually level with the medial ring between them from the bloat- it was looking like an elastic band strangling the cock's mid point. Tod groaned louder, snorting a bit as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. There was too much stimulus already, he closed off one of his senses for now so his brain didn't overload. The sheath flesh tightened even more as the weight of the cock started to tax it- yanking it down away from the body. The dick started to angle itself more toward the ground because it was just too long and thick to possibly hold up from one end. If you held it straight it would be passing his collar bone now! The head stretched even more massive- it was like an inverted satellite dish! He could feel his prostate tighten, both from the swelling mutated load within, and the fact that it was getting so large that it was running out of space and shoving other organs away to make room.
Priestess started to back up, seeing what he was packing and getting more afraid that aroused. She was just a normal horse- but she still knew her limits and he was a bigger horse than her to begin with. The meat stick between his legs was starting to look more like a battering ram used to bust down castle gates than anything biological. Tod was breathing heavily and sweating as his cock grew so large its heavy head pressed into the ground- at the same length as the tip of his long horse face. The shaft started to bend irritatingly because it was jamming into the ground from its weight, but when it twitched in pleasure it trembled just enough to nudge it forward- springing forward with the added growth before snagging on the ground and starting to bend again. He finally opened his eyes and whinnied loudly in surprise as the growth surged. His prostate felt like it was being squeezed, but it just ran out of space and crushed his intestines out of the way and still ran out of room. His taint started to swell out fat and round, looking like a shiny black pool noodle wedged between his huge muscular ass cheeks. His balls swelled from cantaloupe sized to medicine balls- and their weight felt similar too. Even the veins in his scrotum throbbed fatter. His shaft was as thick as a fire hydrant, the veins toward the base so bloated they were almost as thick as a normal cock themselves! Tod looked at his dick nervously as it grew longer than his entire body! Ok... this was way too big. He seen Priestess watching him from a distance- out in the night and he did not blame her- this thing would split her in half. Tod quickly looked around for the formstone- he needed to abort this mission, the potion was way stronger than he was expecting; he could not actually have sex like this because he can't fit into any living creature! He stepped over the shredded clothes and placed a hoof on the formstone, cancelling the spell. His form exploded into colored vapor again and he sighed in relief, before looking down at his nine foot long horse cock.
Tod yelled so loud in surprise he woke up Milly back in the top floor of the house! By the time she got to the barn to find out what the heck happened, she seen Tod basically spinning in circles on the spot frantic about the state of his body and not knowing what to do! The formstone failed. He looked pleadingly at Milly as his dick throbbed agonizingly hard. The long silence before she spoke was already plenty indication of how badly he fucked up. She explained that not only did that potion bottle contain doses for ten stallions- it prevented the formstone from functioning. The potion only worked on horses, so he turned into a horse to get it to work- but the changes the potion made to him were not part of what the formstone did, so the formstone did not revert them. Tod asked how long the potion lasts for and Milly just shook her head, rummaging through some larger equipment toward the back of the barn.
"There is no duration. The potions alter the genes of the subject. It isn't an extension of your form made from mana. It isn't metaphysical like a formstone shape. It's permanent- that is your body now."
Though his muscle mass and size reduced back to almost human, his arms and legs were still very much horse shaped, and ended in hooves- though lacked any fur. His torso was more muscular than it should have been, but was at least once again human. His head and neck was human again, but his ears were fur-less horse ears still, and his hairline went down to the base of his human neck giving him a sort-of mane. His eyes were lightened and the iris small enough to show the whites again like a human, but his pupils were horizontal rectangles like a horse. He had a horse tail and his butt was big and round- but within human possible proportions. Most alarming was that all changes to his genitals from both the formstone and the potion remained entirely unchanged at all. His dick was longer than his horse body- in human form it was bigger than his entire body mass. That meant it was impossible for him to go soft- there was no where for all the extra blood to go! Tod leaned a bit on the nearby pen and slowly stood up- his hips and back were human again so he should be able to walk on two legs, even if the legs themselves were horse. He would be right- except he did not account for the weight. About halfway up his bobbing cock yanked him back forward to the ground, clacking on his hooves hard. His dick weighed more than he does, he can't even walk on four legs because the head of his penis would be ramming into the ground.
Milly managed to drag out a huge frame, Tod did not know what it was at first till she undid some latches and he seen the padded ring in the middle. It was meant for milking stallions- they mount the frame and shove their dick in the padded ring in the middle like a false vagina and their sperm is collected on the other side. This one was more technical than the old fashioned ones- once properly mounted the horse's weight caused it to slide and lock into a more leaned forward position, cradling the underside of the horse more and putting him at an angle as if covering a mare. Because it fell into that position, it adjusted automatically to the size of the stallion using it- so it was one size fits all. She pulled some pins out from the sides of the padded ring to adjust it to the maximum available size- which would still be a tight fit, but Tod should be able to get through. Tod was too desperate to think about modesty and immediately tried to go to it, having to buck his hips to shuffle forward- getting his dick off the ground for a second at a time. Milly went over and held it up for him to get over and then helped him aim it in. She also had to remove the collection equipment from the other side of the ring, because he had so much cock coming through that it would just break all the equipment. Tod's face was bright red as he started fucking the artificial mount. Milly hummed in thought- trying to plan out a customization for the mount to have a second ring spaced a foot and a half away from the other one- because as-is he had several feet of dick wobbling around on the other side unsupported. Tod reached climax very quickly and groaned long and hard as the high pressure blasts of cum painted a stripe down the entire middle of the barn and even landing in the field a bit. His glans pulsed bigger and smaller in the aftermath as he slowly started to slide back. The pleasure of sliding back caused his prostate to pulse again, telling him he needed more. He slid back in and slowly started to work up speed again. Then he remembered he also drank the potion that increased cum volume... and since it was the same size as the genital growth potion, it was probably meant for ten horses too.
"So... there *huff* is no *huh* way to turn me completely human? Hooves too? *hah*" His expression clenched as he exploded into another orgasm.
Milly shook her head. "Yea, you are like that forever now. You shouldn't have gotten greedy! Jeez, you boys are always so one track minded. Bigger isn't always better. You have a huge cock now sure- but you can't fuck anything at all, because it's too big to fit in anything! Even this artificial mount doesn't come close to fitting right, I am going to have to custom mod it. At least you will make the money back from the cost of modding it..."
He hit yet another orgasm- glad the machine supported him because he had no strength to hold himself in place. "Y-you *huff* mean from... the foals?"
Milly pointed at his still spurting dick. "Well yes, but no. You still have horse genitals, including your prostate- I can tell from the consistency of your cum. Once word gets around that I have a secret prime breeding stud and people get a load of the foals you produced- they will want to get a literal load from you. I can sell your sperm to other ranchers. It's not like you will be able to stop making it anyway."
Tod groaned and wheezed as he felt himself approaching a fourth orgasm, in the span of only a couple of minutes. "If... uuugh. If I can't *huh* be human... *huff* maybe I should just use...*hnngh* the formstone, and stay a stallion. At least I might be able *hah* to move around easier in that body."
Milly looked surprised, quickly shaking her head. "Oh god no, do not touch any of those stones ever again! I cannot emphasize this enough- you took the potion dosage equivilant of TEN super studs! For both volume and size! The only reason you dick stopped growing there is because you turned back to human! If you tried to go back horse, your growth would resume! Your dick would be like a fucking milk tanker on the back of a transport truck! If it wasn't for the magic mods you would already be dead because your heart can't circulate that much blood! Your body is human but your heart is still horse- which is keeping you alive in this form, but if you got any bigger you'd be a dead man."
Tod's life certainly never returned to normal, but he also could not particularly complain. It felt good, all the time- and besides that, it was entirely his own fault that he ended up like that in the first place. She never told him to touch those potions, he did that all on his own, and neglected to read any of the warnings on the labels, which were clearly marked on each potion. Milly upgraded the barn, expanded the fields for more horses, and renovated her house several times turning it into a little country palace with all the money she made selling his endless supply of mutant sperm. Tod himself faded a bit in mind- sinking into the pleasure. He had to milk his mutant mega shaft so frequently he did not have a lot of time for anything else. And doing nothing but fucking and cumming did not require many brain cells, so he found himself stunted mentally, and even regressed a bit over time, becoming a bit of a dummy. The moral here- don't get greedy; it isn't about getting what you want, its about wanting what you have. And also- size does matter. Too big is a real size, and really annoying to have. You can work around too small with technique, but if you can't even fit in her in the first place you're kinda screwed. | STORY |
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6.50% Annuity w/4.05% Lifetime Bailout
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Activities will help students:
- identify acts of discrimination
- explore ways to stand up against discrimination
- encourage others to take action against discrimination
- What does it mean to be discriminated against?
- Why do people discriminate?
- What can we do to stand up against discrimination?
- Don’t Discriminate handout
- poster board or construction paper
(verb) to treat a person or a group of people differently than other people, often because of traits such as race, gender, religion, ethnicity or sexual orientation
People sometimes look the other way when they see an act of discrimination because they do not know how to stop it. By providing students with real-world examples, we can help them identify peaceful ways to respond.
- Pretend your teacher made the decision that everyone who is wearing blue today will not be allowed to go to recess. Discuss your answers to the following questions with a partner:
- In this situation, how would you feel if you were wearing blue?
- Do you think it’s reasonable for your teacher to decide who can go to recess based on what they’re wearing? What if your teacher decided that only students who were wearing green shirts could go to recess?
- How would you feel if you were wearing a green shirt and were allowed to go to recess when your best friend, who is wearing blue today, is not allowed to play?
- As a class, discuss the following:
- Who is being treated unfairly in this situation? These people are being discriminated against.
- If you were the one being discriminated against, what would you do?
- What would you do if you saw a classmate being discriminated against?
- Now read Don’t Discriminate to learn about real-life examples of discrimination and how people stood up against it. Answer the questions provided.
- Use the board or chart paper to create a “graffiti wall” of reactions to what you just read. As you think about the examples of discrimination you read about, go up to the “wall” and write down your thoughts, feelings or questions. More than one person may write on the wall at a time.
- As a class, look at the “graffiti wall” and discuss Don’t Discriminate. What are some reasons the people you read about were being discriminated against? Why else might people be discriminated against? (Note: Record student ideas, such as race, religion, appearance/attire, ethnicity, sexual orientation, disabilities, etc. on the board or chart paper.) How did these examples of discrimination make you feel?
- List all the ways the people you read about safely stood up against discrimination. What are some other ways you could safely stand up against discrimination? (Note: Emphasize peaceful strategies like the ones included in Don’t Discriminate, such as telling an adult, contacting a civil liberties group or organizing a boycott or protest. Record student ideas on the board or chart paper.)
- With a partner or small group, create a poster that illustrates one of the ideas your class came up with for standing up against discrimination. Hang your posters around school to encourage schoolmates to take action against discrimination. | EDUCATION |
<b>introduction/Prologue/Timeline (Important to read to understand, especially the first part)</b>
The Great Pirate era ended thousands of years ago, and over time, humanity lost nearly all documents from 3700 years prior. Scientists and historians concluded that a 7th major extinction event occurred, resulting in the world sinking into the ocean. They theorized that chemicals in the sea erased all traces of documents and life, assuming that almost all humans had perished, though some managed to survive.
There are tales of humans with wings, evidenced by a story carved into a metal box yet to be identified by science. Despite various theories, historians in the early 2000s discovered human corpses with developed wings. It was presumed that these wings were no longer capable of flight. These humans were considered the last evidence of humanity 3700 years ago.
Based on archaeological evidence, one man theorized that these humans lived in the sky, migrating to land once it was safe after tidal waves subsided. Though many dismissed him as mad, he turned out to be correct—
<i>the last remaining humans from 3700 years ago lived in the sky.</i>
After the first recorded quirk and the subsequent rise of quirks in human history, chaos ensued as 80% of society developed quirks. Amidst this, a man named Shigaraki emerged, using his quirk to manipulate Japan from the shadows. However, his brother opposed his actions, leading to a conflict where Shigaraki gifted his brother a s stockpile quirk, this awakeened his actual quirk which then combined and creating One For All.
This power was passed down through generations in hopes of defeating All For One. As quirk-enhanced crimes rose, vigilantes emerged, and countries passed legislation regulating quirks, leading to the development of professional heroes.
Seven generations after One For All's creation, the modern-day society of heroes rose, including Nana Shimura, the 7th wielder of One For All. Meanwhile, Shigaraki, known as All For One, influenced villains across Japan. Nana Shimura mentored a quirkless boy named Yagi Toshinori, making him the 8th wielder of One For All.
Tragically, Nana's husband was killed, leading her to give her son up for adoption to spare him from a similar fate. Yagi Toshinori, now 18, faced All For One alongside Nana, resulting in her sacrifice.
Years later, after graduating from UA, Yagi Toshinori debuted as All Might, the Number One hero and Symbol of Peace. He found his sidekick, Nighteye, while All For One took on a new apprentice, Tomuro Shigaraki, Nana's grandson.
Six years before Midoriya begins at UA, All For One was defeated by All Might, forcing him to retreat. However, All Might was severely injured after the fight, limiting his use of One For All and leading to the dissolution of his partnership with Nighteye.
In this time All For One created the League of Villains.
Before we get into all of that mess,
Let's pause the story there.
Because there's and even bigger story to tell
The story of the man who brought a new era to society
The man was known as,
<b>The King Of Heroes</b>
HOPE YOU LIKED IT, TEHE.
ChatGPT really helped with the grammar, though. To be honest, these days you can't do anything without ChatGPT. Or maybe that's just me. Who cares anyway?
Hope you liked the little timeline I gave!
I'll be posting regularly, I hope. Summer break is coming up soon, and I'm getting my yearly grade. Bonus: I don't have any exams!
So basically, I'm free! Despite having some homework and essays. But who cares?
I probably will later, but right now I don't.
Maybe I should do an introduction on what I'm even thinking
But nah, its more fun to find out along the way, don'tcha think so? ( Nah, the real reason is because I'm lazy)
To be honest, I don't know what to call this series. Maybe 'King of Heroes' will do the trick? I think I've seen another person create one titled 'The King of Heroes.'
So, if anyone sees this, how about you decide? For now, I'll just call it 'MHA x One Piece
( Totally not because I'm lazy)
Oh yea, maybe I should give a little heads up.
No romance.
That's all I can think of, for now.
Edit: Lokey, I don't know how to end this story. I mean, finishing the MHA story just seems like too much, you know? So how can I end this story before that? Oh yeah, also, I created this story from inspiration from various different fanfictions, such as:
1. Strawhat vigilantes
2. Luffy lost in the MHA world but gets taken in by Momo's dad
3. Bits of Who I am
Those three stories have mainly inspired me to create this one, especially "Bits of Who I am".
Lokey, I was looking for an excuse for the Great Pirate Era to end, and all documents dating back from that time have been lost. AND ODA DROPPED THE NEW CHAPTER 113! Honestly, the end of the chapter was a shock and also a relief, because now I have an explanation. | STORY |
A/N This is my first story so sorry if it's not perfect .I apologize if I make any spelling mistakes English is not my first language.
It's been a month since I've ran away from my abusive boyfriend.He was so sweet when I met him but he suddenly turned into a monster. The relationship got toxic and I got fed up.I ran away one night after he fell asleep and I never looked back.I moved somewhere far away from him.Suddenly my phone rings.I hope it's not him."Hello" I say in a nervous tone."Goodmorning am I speaking to Zeynep Crain" a feminine voice over the phone questions. "Yes you are"."That's good,I called to inform you that you got the position as Mr.Christian's PA , congratulations." OH my goshhhhh!"Thank you for letting me know,when do I start" I ask in a excited tone."Mr.Christians would like you to start tomorrow".After the conversation ended i emediatly sprinted to my closet to pick out an outfit for tomorrow.
Hi guys this is a short chapter but I hope you enjoyed it though .I will try to make the next one longer.Love you all and stay safe.
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Desolation: The Vanguard Chapter II: The Twins
Li's sister moaned softly and shifted beneath her, responding to the soft kisses upon her breast. Li smiled as she sat upon her larger sister's midsection and began to caress her. Her employers stated that act she was performing was a sin twice over; one was not to engage in sexual activity with a member of one's own gender, and certainly not with a member of one's own family. It was a wicked thing, they said. It was a sin, a thing that would invite demons into your heart and soul, corrupt you from within until you were consumed with lust.
Of course they politely looked the other way, as the sisters had long since been demon-tainted (in the eyes of the Vanguard, anyway) and were made even more so with the cybernetic conversion program. They looked down on them for it, but then again there was very little that the vault-born did not look down upon them for. Li and Xi had grown up in the wastes, as they were called; though their ancestral home was lush and filled with living things, not the dead sand and rock common to so many places. Their ancestors had found the place by following a relatively pure river which flowed down from the single mountain, called Endless in the common language. It was named in remembrance of a place in the old world, the word for it long forgotten, but the meaning remained the same. It was named so from the endless font of water that spilled out from within, creating the pure, life-giving river that allowed plants and animals to flourish.
There had been an old bunker dug into the mountain, not the size of one of the great vaults, but there had been a great amount of goods kept there. The great warrior tribes of centuries past had required portable and plentiful food to keep its armies on the march. With the ancient magics provided by grand monsters of machines, they had sealed food into small metal cans and placed several in a box meant to be one meal. The bunker had contained the production facility, as well as a warehouse filled with crates.
The Kay Tribe had taken their name from these packaged meals, traded in caravans amidst the wasteland. They had even gotten the machines working once more, and with the bounty of the Endless Mountain they continued to help feed the wastes. Demons had tried many times to take the mountain, but it was protected; for the ancestors had brought their own demons with them, great protectorate spirits from the old world, who ventured into the depths of the mountain and called more of their kind to defend their followers. Thirteen Great Spirit Beasts made the mountain their home, and their children stalked the wilderness amongst the common animals leading their packs and herds, or acted as messengers from range to range amidst the solitary creatures.
Unlike the warrior tribes of old, her people only took what they needed from nature and nothing more. The tunnel villages dug in the mountain provided the warmth and shelter that was needed. The altered plants and fungi of a world soaked with magics and radiation gave them light and many crops, which they used to feed livestock, themselves, and those that eagerly sought the traded K-meals. There was plenty for all, and in time the population grew. Not wanting to overwhelm the generous mountain spirit and her thirteen guardians, the Kay took to having two children per couple. Those who desired more would have to venture out into the wastes and bring back something of value to the whole tribe. Some sought books or data discs and tapes, knowledge from before the demons came. Others negotiated trade routes with towns, cities, bases, and vaults that also had things to offer. Some merely left to explore the world, returning with maps of the altered land.
Xi and Li had left to explore the world on their own, allowing their family to grow by two with their leaving. When they had come of age, venturing to the shrine at the top of the mountain where the Great Spirits dwelt, they had been blessed greatly, marked as children of the beasts themselves, their destiny to find and protect a realm of their own.
Li's thick brush of a tail wagged as she ran her tongue over Xi's pert nipple. Until their visit to the shrine, the two had been identical twins, unable to be told apart even by their parents. They were close, as close as two people could be. But upon that day they had become more. Each sister had a bond to the other, an almost supernatural ability to tell what the other was thinking and feeling. At times they seemed to be almost one person in two bodies, which was rather how they viewed themselves. They were more than one being, but less than two. They could never explain the concept to others, but it was what they knew in their hearts to be true.
The blessings of the Great Beasts had made them randy, Li's blessing from the mischievous fox and Xi's of the virile tiger. Being transformed from mortal flesh to that like the Spirits dwelled in had only increased their libido. The unconscious Xi let out a soft cry as her sister suckled playfully upon a plentiful breast.
They had joined Vanguard, their skills as warriors and defenders of trade caravans well known. The order had not known that the twins were seeking out a place to be guardians of when they had signed on, but they had still yet to find that place.
Li's tongue traced over the dark markings that had appeared on her twin's skin, joining the many markings of favor from spirits they had aided over the years, as well as their patron's blessings.
Xi's arms and legs were adorned with beautifully detailed black stripes, the marks of the great cat that had recognized a part of its self in her. In time her hair had become a tawny orange, her eyes a deep feline green and slitted. Rounded furry ears adorned the top of her head, and a long tiger's tail trailed behind her. The marks upon Xi's breasts marked where the Vanguard had implanted the two large cybernetic computer components that served as the mind of the great creature that the two piloted.
They were experimenting to see how well one of the great demon-mechs could be piloted by two individuals who were used to being partners. The Hydra was the most complex of six mechs that had been created. Though the Minotaurus and the Lillith were heavier due to their thicker armor and stouter construction, and the Leviathan and Wyvern longer, the Hydra was overall the largest and most well armed of them. It was essentially a mobile weapons platform, designed for fast and rapid movement from location to location to keep enemies guessing. Six of its seven heads were capable of using their breath weapons akin to mortar fire, delivering acid, flaming napalm, and frigid liquid nitrogen down onto demonic foes from quite a ways away. The seventh head instead utilize thick saliva to spit a long line of conductive mucus, and then to send an incredible bolt of lightning down that line. Strange forces and spells went into the making of the gland that produced the substance, and given elevation and a lack of wind, the Hydra could get her central head to spit with a meter's accuracy at three miles from the target. Four heavy guns were mounted upon her back and shoulders, four miniguns and four missile pods adorned the end of her powerful tail, nestled within a spiked mace.
While the Hydra was modeled in part of the great multiheaded dragon, it was also in part designed from great lizards that had walked the planet in times beyond imagining. Bony plates and spikes from various species of dinosaur had been inspirations for the Hydra's construction, enhanced by biomechanical armor and spikes as well. Being hit by large demons from behind or above was the most common concern for the vehicle mounted artillery the Vanguard used, but the great dino-dragon was all but immune to these strikes.
Li giggled as she traced the seven pointed stars that encircled her sister's nipples, in addition thick, wavy lines extended several inches past the pointed arms of the star, and eighth line, straight, extended downward opposite the star's central point at the top of the breast. She knew it was the mark of their beast, the created demon-mech that they had grown quite comfortable in the past few weeks.
She could feel its presence, watching over them even now, though they were unable to see it. Despite the spirit's youth, Li knew that it was one of motherhood and maternity. When linked to the Hydra she could feel its pleasure at the two lives secured within. Small and comparatively weak and fragile, needing her protection to survive and to grow. The Great Spirit thought of its two pilots as its children. It had also marked each of the sisters in areas aligned with motherhood and fertility, and also where its components resided. Li's belly sported its own seven pointed star, with the same wavy lines and the single straight line that came to a point, like the Hydra's tail before the weaponry was added on. The only difference was that her star pointed downwards, and the 'tail' pointed up.
Li was not tall and powerful like her sister, she was shorter, her body more streamlined and lithe, and flat chested to the point of looking nearly androgynous. Her patron spirit had been the fox, and it had left markings upon her as the great tiger had done with Xi. Her hair was a shade in between red and orange, the hue of the fox fur that also adorned her pointed ears and her richly furred vulpine tail. Her markings were confined to her hands, feet, forearms, shins, and calves, like the sock-like black markings of her patron creature. Li's portion of the Hydra's processor core had been installed in her womb, which resulted in the appearance that her belly would forever appear to be near term with twin children dwelling within. It hampered her stealthiness and dexterity, but she was not a caravan guardian any longer. The Hydra did all the movement and heavy lifting.
She slipped a hand down to her sister's sex as her tongue moved upwards, seeking her sister's lips. As always the faint caress over her loins was enough to stir Xi from her catnap. Li could toy with her sister's breasts all she liked, even drive her to powerful climax, but Xi would continue to sleep through it. But the faintest touch to the core of her femininity would serve to awaken her from slumber.
Her larger twin sighed softly, returning the gentle kiss. Their lovemaking was always slow, tender, hours of building up to a single glorious climax. Their alterations, cybernetics mixed with demon-magic, assured that they did not need sleep. But the dream world was so fascinating Xi preferred to slumber and dream during whatever time she had to herself. But at night, in the bleak hours between midnight and dawn, those were the hours that belonged to both sisters, when they would share everything with one another.
"Father Tiger spoke to me from the mountains," Xi whispered to her sister, her powerful hands coming up to gently trace the black star upon Li's belly. "Something wondrous is to happen tonight, a gift from the Great Spirits to assure that many of their wicked cousins will be punished by us for the horrors that they inflict upon mortal beings."
"And how will we do that, dear sister?" Li said softly, resting her head upon Xi's ample chest.
Xi smiled. "Why, you do realize that we have thirteen benevolent yokai," she used the old word for demons, one with less negative connotation that the one in the trade tongue, "The six great beasts, and the seven who pilot them."
Li smiled as well. "I had, but until you mentioned it, I had not thought of its parallel to the mountain home of our kin and its spirits."
The tiger-touched twin merely chuckled, hugging her sister to her breast, "Tonight, I am told, we will become powers ourselves, no longer mortal spirits inhabiting demon's flesh."
"And how will this be brought about, my sister?"
"I am not sure, but I do not think it will mind if we continue our love making while we are waiting for it."
"I do not think so either," Li concluded, the twins meeting in a more passionate kiss.
-o-
Delilah stood in the shadows, her demonic form cloaked with the darkness. The scent of the Kay sisters was irresistible. They were twice marked by demonic forces, and that made them stand out like beacons in the night to Delilah's succubus senses. Their bodies entwining, two sisters pressed against one another, hands, lips, and tongues roaming over the other's flesh; this too had drawn the new demoness' attention. But it was not the so-called sin of the act that called to her; rather it was the intensity of the act. The emotion shared between the two sung its siren song to her, calling her to oversee the alteration of these two before any others.
She could not believe that the Vanguard had been so ignorant. She could sense new presences now, it was not quite sight, scent, or sound, but had components of all three. Using this new sense Delilah could feel the energy building in the room; hot, warm, lovely, and delicious. She basked in the glow of the twins' lovemaking, for the affection the sisters shared fueled the energy storm building around them as much as the carnal lust.
Oh how she longed to join in, but she was not the only demonic presence in the room. Though the astral form of the Hydra was half in the room and half out, the demon-mech's rear half residing in the storage room on the other side of the wall. Her many eyes watched over the room, some focused on Delilah, others focused on the beast's pilots in the bed. The many headed reptile knew what had happened to Delilah and what she had done to Shailai. The succubus could faintly feel each surge of pleasure the new demoness felt as she mated with her mistress the Wyvern, and she suspected so too did the Hydra. The demonic mech looked almost pleadingly at Delilah, wanting to grant her pilots the gift that Lillith had granted to the new succubus. Hydra was a new spirit, and she did not have the power that Delilah's love had bestowed upon her.
She smiled and closed her eyes, reaching out to the mighty presence. "Take all you need," she whispered. "Use my strength to grant them the gift we both desire for them to receive."
Delilah shivered as she felt some of her demonic lifeforce slither away. It was not an unpleasant sensation, for she had an incredible amount to spare and she gave of it willingly. She could see why some sorts of demons, the vampiric types, would greatly enjoy corrupting their victims with this method. It was rather effective; drain a mortal's living essence and then replace it with an equal portion of your own. Mortal agents and thralls could be created in this manner, just as long as the demonic force was not in dominance over the mortal.
The spectral form of the Hydra shimmered, granting her a little bit of solidity, but not so much as to prevent her from passing through the wall. She was just 'real' enough to touch those who she had marked as her own. The creature lowered her central head down onto the bed, her jaws opened wide. The six other heads extended their tongues, playfully licking and lapping at the twins. Li and Xi both cried out, quivering. Delilah recalled how wonderful her own deimomech's touches had been upon her body, and could only imagine what the twins were feeling now.
-o-
The Hydra crept forward slowly, her pilots slowly coaxed into her spectral maw. Li and Xi could feel a soft warmth surrounding them, but they could not yet see the source of the heat, nor where the soft, smooth caresses of pleasure over their bodies came from. As the warmth spread over their bodies, drawn deeper and deeper into their mech's mouth, they found themselves in a pleasant and lustful haze. They ground gently against one another, their loins forgotten. What seemed to give the most pleasure were the marks upon belly and breast, the places the Hydra had claimed as her own. She was not devouring them, oh no. A demon's anatomy was malleable; it was whatever the creature desired it to be. So if she desired her throat to lead to her womb, then so be it. There was nothing that stopped that from being true, save for the tiny expenditure of power that it took. She had longed for her pilots to be truly inside her, residing within her womb, not merely within the specially crafted chamber where they piloted her from. They were to be her children, her offspring, but in order to do so they needed to be truly reborn.
Hydra crept forward into the room, lifting her head to send her pilots on their journey from mouth to belly. She could feel her power building as she drew in the elements the two sported that granted her consciousness and control. Her tongue slithered between the twins' legs, caressing their sexes, further marking the pair, making them hers. With a gulp she drew them into her completely, closing her mouth and trapping them inside her. She could feel a world of potential opening up within her; a demon could do whatever it liked with its own body, provided it had the raw power to alter it. Her pilots had been marked twice now, a third time and they would be as her own flesh.
She fully entered the room, resting her forequarter atop her pilots' bed, curling her heads and tail around, drawing in her power fully to one location. Li and Xi cried out softly as the deimomech drew out the control components from each of them, adding her missing pieces to herself. She gave back in turn, knowing that her pilots adored their additions, loving the plentiful breasts and the big round belly that they had been given, made so wonderfully sensitive by demonic alteration. But the Hydra also knew that each sister had envied what the other had, wanting to have a generous bust and a round, pregnant belly of her own. It was quite simple to grant the desire, to give Li an enhanced bust, and to Xi a rounded, full belly. New markings appeared upon the skin of each sister, the same seven pointed star with wavy lines that symbolized the great Hydra. Upon Li the markings upon her breasts were turned 45 degrees inward, the long 'tail' opposite the peak point of the joining just below her sternum, making a Y shape with the mark already upon her midsection. Xi's mark was identical to the two she already sported; save for its location upon her navel, the symbol's tail pointing downward to her loins where small black marks had appeared.
Thrice marked, they were fully hers now.
-o-
The Hydra beckoned Delilah towards her, and the succubus found herself unable to resist the call. There was something the deimomech craved, something she needed, something that she fantasized about, and as such it stirred the demonic instincts deep within the new succubus.
Her crimson skin seemed to glow softly for a moment as the pilot drew upon her power to begin the alterations she would need to satisfy the massive reptile. Her loins began to ache and throb, leaking thick juices that glowed the hue of embers in a fire. She approached the creature's astral form as if in a trance. Delilah's taloned fingertips traced over the ethereal skin and scales, feeling them in all their wonderful sleekness even though they were not truly there. If she truly wished, Delilah could have walked right through the Hydra's massive flank, feeling nothing more than the slightest sensation upon her, like unseen cobwebs in a passage. But she wanted the Hydra to be solid to her, and so she was.
Delilah planted a kiss upon one inquisitive snout, gasping softly as others began to nuzzle her, soft, smooth tongues wider than her spread fingers exploring her demonic form. The Hydra's touch did not stir the same incredible sensations that contact with her own Lillith did, but they still were wonderful. The gentle touches of a somewhat shy, but eager lover. Heavy forked tongues teased her four nipples and her dripping sex. The merest touch about her womanhood made Delilah nearly fall to the floor in bliss.
The Hydra imparted a fragment of her dream upon Delilah, providing the instructions for alteration. Immediately Delilah felt her loins altering, the small nub of her clit beginning to swell and lengthen, her insides churning and shifting to provide the proper plumbing. While it was most certainly phallic in shape, as could easily be seen by its eight inch length after a few moments, the new organ Delilah sported was not a cock, not truly. It was not for filling others with her seed, but rather to provide a more effective delivery method for the demonic eggs that grew within her belly.
Delilah's new shaft drooled a generous amount of the same ember-hued fluid that seemed to have replaced Delilah's precum in her new demonic form. The Hydra seemed to enjoy lapping it up, her ethereal form shimmering, gaining a bit more color and definition to it, becoming less and less of an empty shell and more and more a creature of the astral plane. She would never be able to interact with proper humans, but she could likely... influence things. The outer walls of the Vanguard base were heavily warded to prevent such things from entering, but the Hydra was already inside.
A heavy tongue encircled Delilah's ovipositor, coaxing and caressing it into the size and shape the Hydra desired. Heavy and thick, about the length and thickness of Delilah's upper leg. It was most certainly not human; the thick knot at the base gave that away, as well as the strange, spade-shaped head, the rounded bumps on the bottom, as well as the three thick rings upon the length. With its sleek smoothness and onyx coloration it looked almost like some sort of obscene sex toy, another thing that was banned by Vanguard. Delilah couldn't even imagine what it felt like to have such a huge, wonderfully shaped thing inside her. But she wanted to, oh did she ever. She wanted to explore every single deviant thing that she had been told not to do for fear of drawing in demons.
She licked her lips at the thought of performing one more; bestiality. It was true that her Lillith was a beast, a four legged creature; but that was rather different. Delilah and Lillith complemented each other, they were soulmates. Shape did not matter between them, something greater than mere flesh and form. But the Hydra did not share such a bond with her. A gentle thrill ran through her as she thought about the situation. Demons drew energy and strength from human emotion; the guilt and shame some felt at having such fantasies, and the web of emotions woven by years of habitation in the Vanguard base left enough behind to fuel Delilah's further arousal.
The Hydra's tail curled around her, coaxing her forward as it lifted its rump, exposing the great demoness' sex. Like Delilah, the juices that showed the mech's arousal and lubricated her passage glowed softly. The hue was a pale blue, nearly a grey, contrasting a bit with the Hydra's gold and green scales. It felt wonderfully cool to the touch, whereas Delilah's had a pleasant heat to it.
"I gift to you, Mother Hydra," she whispered, "two of my eggs for your use. Bless your pilots, your children, as you see fit."
She relaxed, abandoning thought, acting only on the instincts that whispered to her, telling her of dreams, fantasies, desires, and sensations, telling her where her reptilian lover desired to be caressed, and what touches would most please her. Delilah had never felt as good in her life as she did at that moment, fully embracing what she had become. She was having the time of her life, and she wasn't even halfway through the roster of pilots yet. Mmm...So much to do, and so little time. But she would not rush through this night. Everything had to be perfect, be wonderful. It wasn't every night that you got to be reborn into what you've always wanted to be...
-o-
Xi let out a soft moan as she began to stir. She could feel the faint twitches of pleasure in her loins that always came after a night of delicious carnal embrace with her sister. But the pleasure felt different this time. It felt more intense, but at the same time more natural. Like this was what she had always been meant to feel, but the limitations of her body, mind, and soul would not allow it. She felt warm, safe, loved, but she also felt strangely alone and isolated. She reached out in the darkness, feeling for her sister, her lover, her other half. The movements were slowed, muffled, as if passing through water. Her fingertips found a more solid resistance in a smooth, curved surface. Xi pressed against it, but found it hard and unyielding, even to her powerful body.
Her other hand, her left, felt a bit strange, stiff and cramped, like it had been in an uncomfortable position for quite some time, or had fallen asleep. But oddly there was no pain or discomfort, just a strange feeling that things were not bending as they ought. She couldn't feel her fingers, now could she seem to make a fist. Though she could open and close her hand rather like a crab's claw.
Xi smiled as she realized where she was and what had happened. She had experienced this once before, long ago. She had gone to meet the Great Spirit Beasts and had been reborn, infused with a portion of their power.
The Hydra had given them her blessing, marked Xi and Li as her own, not merely with marks, but in their forms as well. Xi smiled, pressing her claws against the shell of her egg. The shell parted easily, and almost seemed to shatter as Xi pushed her way free of it. Blue-grey fluid gushed forth from the egg, clinging to Xi's body. She drew in a deep breath, even though she did not need to. She felt the warm air flow into her lungs, but it continued to flow, coming to a rest deeper within her belly within some unfamiliar organ. Oddly enough she also felt it in her left arm.
She looked down upon the limb to find it massively changed. Her jaw dropped upon seeing her left hand, no longer a hand. It was instead a second head, draconic, sporting the same horns and fins as the great Hydra. Looking upon it seemed to activate new senses within her, the emerald, slit-pupilled eyes opening. Its muzzle grinned as Xi found herself seeing the world through four eyes instead of two. It made looking over her altered form so much easier.
Everything was familiar, yet most of her had changed in some way. The markings upon her body, the sign of the Great Tiger, still adorned her skin, but they also marked her scales. Orange, black, and white scales adorned her body, covering from toe to knee, from fingertip to elbow, and from shoulders to buttocks and down her tail. Her tail too had been altered, transforming from its furred feline shape to a longer, thicker reptilian tail covered in scales, with only a strip of striped, spiky fur down the middle. Nestled within the strip were small spikes that grew in size the further up her spine they went, until they reached her head, becoming the foundation for a large crest that extended six inches outward from her skull. Her long hair still remained, as did her pointed, furry, feline ears. But a pair of spiked frilled had been added to the side of her head where her ears had once been when she was human.
Her face had changed as well, with a light dusting of small scales, almost like freckles. Small spikes encircled her eye sockets, a pair of thick, but short, horns growing from her temples. They were not yet the majestic horns of a great dragon, but in time they would. The thought spread a smile over Xi's short, blunt muzzle. Her face was not draconic, but it certainly was not human. It was a beautiful blend of both, taking what Xi felt were the best features of both and bringing them together, painting the union with the coloration and markings of a tiger.
She ran her right hand over the scales upon her left, both of her mouths smiling as she found them to have a velvety texture to them. Not quite fur, but a pleasant compromise between mammalian and reptilian traits. On the subject of mammalian traits, her own markers of belonging to that particular group had seemingly grown. Xi couldn't help but chuckle, she had always been fond of the computer core 'implants,' and found herself wishing on more than one occasion that they could be even bigger. Her breasts had been her favorite feature about herself, and Li loved to watch her sister play with them for her amusement. Xi's favorite portion of her sister's anatomy had been Li's similarly enhanced belly. Her smaller sister looked so sexy with a large, rounded middle, and Xi had spent many a night caressing and kissing the roundness as she pleasured herself.
Now she had her own roundness to enjoy, and she did so, running the forked tongue of her head-hand over the ebon marks of her 'mother,' the Great Hydra. The touch made her moan softly, causing her arousal to rise rapidly. That too was different; it seemed almost an external thing, a lustful ache building outside her body, rapidly extending further and further outward.
She looked down, but found her 'assets' to be an impediment. Xi chuckled, using the eyes on her 'hand' to view the alteration. Both of her mouths gasped at the sight of her altered loins, and they began to water at the sight of her bestial manhood. It was the size of her forearm, the thicker left forearm anyway, a deep black in color, emerging from a sheath at the base. She lacked a hanging sack, but she could see her heavy balls beneath it, extended outward partially from her body, but not entirely. Like the rest of her it seemed a mix between reptile and mammal.
The shaft itself was rather chimeric, rather equine in proportion and scale, but with a rounder, more human head. It was studded with feline spines, and sported the beginnings of a canine knot at the base. Xi could tell that while her body had all the outward appearances of being female, her sexual organs were entirely that of a male. It made her laugh, and also filled her with pride. Her people did not think of gender merely as a binary concept; there were other combinations out there, though rare in naturally born humans. But Xi had long since ceased being limited by what nature had gifted her for a body, having been transformed thrice over. Twice by Great Spirits and once by Vanguard scientists.
Xi was about to curl her tongue around her new length, to orally pleasure one new addition with another, but the surprised gasp of her smaller sister drew her attention elsewhere.
Li too stood in the ruins of her egg, similarly altered. She too had become a mix of her three aspects, human, fox, and dragon. Scales adorned her body in the same pattern as Xi and nearly in the same color, but hers were far more red than orange. Her tail lacked the central strip of bristly fur, instead sporting a fluffy, white tip, with long spikes hidden within, the tips just barely poking out of it. Like Xi, her breasts and belly had grown, the former having reached the size that Xi's had been before her enhancement, and the latter having grown even larger and heavier. The very sight of her sister made Xi's erection drool thick streams of glowing goo, oh how she longed to explore the new wonders that that had been gifted upon them. It was then that Xi noticed one more aspect of difference between the two of them; Xi's head-hand was on her left side, while Li's was one her right.
The two sister's came together, embracing one another, kissing in a way only they could; lips against lips and muzzle to muzzle. A double kiss, greater than anything anyone else could ever off them. They were a perfect match for one another, a perfect mirror. Li wrapped her left arm around her sister's neck, while Xi slipped her right beneath Li's rump, the two pulling her upward for proper lovemaking. With their large bellies and breasts, it ought to have been quite a chore, but somehow they managed. It was only a few moments before Xi's member was hilted in her smaller sister, her knot beginning to swell, binding them together in an act of passion as great as two lovers could ever hope to achieve.
It was then that something gave way inside of them, a wall that had been present all their lives, a wall with only a tiny window to the other side that could be peered though, and on a rare occasion reached through. Each sister's mind was fully open to the other, a union of mind and spirit to bolster that of their flesh. The contact was what each had craved for the entirety of their lifetime. Two souls joined eternally together, but until that moment trapped, despite their link they would be always apart had nature taken its course. But nature no longer had any say in the affairs of the twins. An idea sparked between them, not coming from one or the other, but from the union of both. There were pieces that were still Xi and pieces that were still Li, but as they had always known there was more overlap than there was individuality. Less than two souls, but more than one.
As they made love their bodies began to join together, as their minds had. There had always been a great power within them, but a power divided. As two became one the power flooded them, making the sisters more than the sum of their parts. Their bodies grew as they united, as skin became coated in velvety scales, as human features were replaced by draconic, as neck lengthened, as claws grew, as hands and feet became paws.
Four draconic heads cried out as pleasure rocked their shared form, the liquid flow of their uniting flesh and united souls as great as any sexual pleasure they could ever hope to experience. They grew and grew, their merged form twice as big and several times as heavy as their combined mass ought to have made. Within the room a new hydra took shape, her red-orange scales gleaming, her markings that of a demonic tiger, inverted upon her lower fore and hind legs where the coloration of the fox remained. She caressed her four heavy breasts with eager tongues, caressing her broad, egg-filled middle with one forepaw, the other encircling her manhood. Her frame was not quite quadrupedal, but also not quite humanoid. She could function as either if she so desired.
She felt a comforting warmth enfolding her, the embrace of her spectral mother. The Great Hydra curled around her daughter, her lover, four muzzles locking with the smaller hydra's, two others suckling hungrily upon plentiful breasts. She coaxed her child onto her back, lowering herself down onto the new hydra's aching member. The sisters cried out as their body shuddered, a fifth, central head emerging from their body. It was the sum of all that they shared, a consciousness that was neither Xi nor Li, but rather their true self, the single persona that the twins had always been facets of. They would never be apart again. Though the new hydra could divide herself into her component selves, the sisters were now forever united, brought together in one mind and one spirit, one that could inhabit two bodies. She didn't know the words to explain herself, she never did. The mortal tongue had no terms to describe a being that was at the same time one and several.
"We thank you, mother...," the new hydra's two outer heads said in unison.
"We are united in one, as we have always desired...," whispered the two in the middle.
"I am yours forever, your pilots, your daughter, your lover...," the center continued.
"Whatever you desire," all five finished in unison.
The Great Hydra purred softly, nuzzling her daughter's many muzzles with her own. She had no desire for ownership, for domination of her children, her lovers, her pilots. But there was one thing she desired, and desired more than anything.
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Daughter Hydra cried out, her twin sexes linked together in climax, her seed flowing into her mother's eager depths. Though Mother Hydra's true body slumbered many stories above, whatever coupling took place between Daughter and Mother would have identical effects on both. With demons there was little divide between body and soul, any effect upon the astral form would be carried over to the physical. Even pregnancy.
Delilah chuckled to herself as she mused upon the topic. The room had grown increasingly crowded, filled with mating Mother and Daughter, serpentine heads and tails moving about with little regard for smaller sized voyeurs. The succubus walked down the hall, placing both hands upon her belly, the weight of her remaining eggs both a comfort and a burning ache within her. There were so many gifts that she needed to give and so little time to give them in. Perhaps once she had granted all the deimomech pilots the wonder of true demonhood, of being brought closer to the nature of the creatures that had become very much a part of them, Delilah would awaken her napping soulmate's astral form, drawing another load of seed into her belly, granting her another clutch of eggs to introduce comrades to the power that suffused every fiber of her being.
The thought made her chuckle, hour long pregnancies and rapidly growing eggs. It was something that was almost unheard of. The power to do so only seemed to be unlocked within a newly transformed human. But Delilah knew that if she so desired, she could be filled with eggs again and again, unlike anything she had ever heard of before, beyond even her seemingly instinctual knowledge of demonhood. Demons seldom parted body and soul, to explore in astral form. It left the body virtually helpless, and any damage taken upon one would be carried over to the other. It was little surprise that they would not investigate the wonders of this ability and power. A succubus would use it; of course, it made slipping into the rooms of lustful lovers so much easier, and kept them from detection.
Delilah shivered, a thick strand of lava-hued precum leaking from her ovipositor. Perhaps once her task was done she would see what it was like to visit others in astral form, perhaps causing a few pregnancies. The very thought filled her even more with lust and desire as she slipped into the next pilot's bedroom.
The more she experienced the more she craved, the more Delilah wanted to explore. Her body seemed to change a little more with each pilot she brought over into full-on demonhood, a little more of Delilah's fantasies and desires made real as she discovered them and could act upon them. She would never have imagined herself with a cock, invading women's dreams, seducing them, making their bellies grow with demonspawn. Of course she would gently peer into the minds of her lovers, assuring that such would be something they'd enjoy.
Delilah smiled as she sat down upon the bed, running her hand over the huge belly of the pilot through the covers. Delilah didn't even need to poke around in this one's thoughts in order to know that she would be more than eager, perhaps even outright thrilled, at the prospect.
After all, Technician Sardius had already willingly, eagerly, and by the sounds that occasionally came from her room while Delilah was passing by, very enthusiastically had filled herself with eggs. | STORY |
Quinn stepped out in front of his house and shivered, his fur bristling. The sunlight is quite warm but it is early enough in the morning that the air itself is still cold from the night. The grass of people's yards glisten from the early morning sun catching in the drops of morning dew. Half the sky is dark blue the other half light blue with a glowing pink trim as the sun fully wakes itself. This is the town of Lochview; a quiet place generally. Not large enough to attract many outsiders but not particularly small, either.
Quinn in contrast is quite unusual. Aside from his eyelashes he hasn't a strand of hair anywhere on him- instead he is covered in a coat of powdery soft white fur! Quinn is an anthropomorphic housecat! His face is completely that of a cat- though where his eyebrows would be is marked with the only black fur on his body. He has the tail of a cat and the bottoms of his feet and insides of his hands are marked with soft, smooth black pads of skin but the actual shape of his hands and feet is still entirely human. His digits are all capped with small but very sharp claws- not hooked or retractable like a cat's would be though due to the bone structure still being human. Though human sized his genitals are feline as well- a common question from curious girls in his High School days.
His days of High School have ended now however. After graduating and a year of rest to get his future plans in order- Quinn and his friends are about to set out on a grand adventure today.
Quinn took out his cell phone and opened up his contact 'Rainbow Streak'.
>You even awake yet Nel?
There was a pause as Quinn started to walk slowly toward the meeting place, before he seen she was typing a reply.
>ofc, u think I would sleep in during a day THIS big??
>You just didn't go to sleep last night, right?
>I went 2 sleep, sort of. >I was in bed with m eyes closed. >I don't know how much actual sleeping I did. >Nervous, y/k?
Quinn has exactly two friends, and neither of them are normal, either. You see, somewhere out in the cosmos is a God Of Wishes, flicking shooting stars empowered with a fragment of its own abilities to grant wishes to anyone out there in the universe the star crosses. Their world was crossed by two such wishing stars. The first time someone wished they could turn their pet into a human, and as a side effect now anyone can gain that ability, creating what is known as 'inverted pets'. The phenomenon has existed now in their world for so long that even people who have no knowledge of its origin think it's perfectly normal and just assumed that is always how it was. The second wish however...
Though good intentioned; the second wish was for people to have anthro, feral, or hyper forms. The wish originated from a man simply seeking to abolish the unnecessary ostracizing of people with... unique tastes. Unfortunately his wish was severely lacking in limiters and he did not foresee the ramifications. In only a week's time he nearly ended the entire world. It transformed everyone- everywhere, whether they wanted to change or not. Planes fell out of the sky across the globe because their pilots were turned into beasts that could not fly them! Vehicles plowing into buildings, people becoming trapped in their own homes unable to operate the doors or even move at all in some cases. Theoretical cannibalism even broke out because of one person turning into a feral predator and another into a feral herbivore! Society immediately collapsed, and the anthros gathered together in the ruins to try to build a new, temporary society. Luckily a brave few remnant humans made a dangerous trek to the original wishing star and used it to track down the point of origin. They used magic to gain council with Astrelle herself, the God Of Wishes, and were then able to wish their way back out of the cataclysm and save the world.
That was 22 years ago. The unwishing restored the people, and a new wish restored the carnage and death that happened as a result. Though still a bit traumatized by the memory of the events- the world was able to go on as it had before Astrelle's tampering. Except for a few people... like Quinn and his friends.
Quinn is an anthro cat because of the Second Wish, but it wasn't a DIRECT result of the wish, so unwishing it did not fix him. He was not even born yet when it happened! The problem is that his parents were transformed when he was conceived, so his genes were tainted with the power of Astrelle. He is a result of that conception- not directly the result of the wish. Everything else went back to normal but Quinn was still born cat. Since their world contacted Astrelle directly before- they still have the ability to make wishes, and Astrelle will grant them indefinitely. Since it is technically a personal problem though- anyone born demi-human has to personally wish themselves human. That is where Quinn plans to set out for now- the city of Atallia where Earth has tasked a council of judges to determine if a wish should be allowed or not.
Quinn's eyelids were still heavy as he wandered the streets- a bit creeped out by how quiet the town is this early in the morning. He made his way to an empty lot that was on the way to his old high school and seen his girlfriend Nelly sitting there waiting for him. She actually managed to get to the meeting spot before he did; an old wheel-less car sitting in a patch of uncut grass in the middle of the empty lot- absolutely covered in spray-paint from years of graffiti. It was a nice meeting spot because it was sort of in the middle of everything, and you can sit inside the car if it is raining out- since the driver side door fell off long ago. Nelly's cellphone cover almost looked like the car- absolutely caked in layers of half worn-off stickers. A red Among Us keychain figure and a Silver Lining charm dangling off the bottom corner.
Nelly is a petite woman, about a full foot shorter than Quinn who is average height. Unfortunately; Quinn does not actually know what Nelly looks like. Almost no one does. Nelly is a shapeshifter... which is a mystery unto itself. Her non-human traits came from whatever her parents were turned into during the cataclysm... so her shape should be pre-determined by that; static. She shouldn't be able to freely transform like she does. So she is a mystery within a mystery. Today she has gone with the bob cut with bangs- a favorite of hers she used in school most of the time. Her skin mocha toned with very small, very dark freckles across the middle of her face and the tops of her breasts. That at least remains unchanged- Quinn has never seen her take a human form that did not have freckles, no matter what she changes her skin color to. Her hair is a very dark brown- but that could change at any time like the rest of her. She is barefoot and wearing a pair of faded red jean shorts with a very baggy sky blue T shirt. Nelly glances at Quinn over her phone when he gets close enough and she grins.
"Well, crack of dawn and you're already dressed in dusk."
Quinn shrugged. "Complement through contrast."
Quinn's outfit was almost all black against his snow white fur- and also an odd choice. Though Quinn identifies as a male and has a masculine personality in most aspects... his clothing is decidedly feminine. His cool black nose is connected to his right ear by a thin chain linking two piercings. He is wearing a sleeveless crop-top with disconnected sleeves. They are mostly black but fade to dark purple at the bottoms and are trimmed in hot pink. He is wearing a short pleated skirt and has a red ribbon loosely twined around his right leg and a spiked anklet around his left leg. Quinn loves how loose and flowing women's clothing is, so almost his whole wardrobe is clothing for the opposite gender. He feels confined in stiff men's gear.
Nelly plopped down on the ground off the roof of the car but the moment her feet touched the ground they seemed to spread and grow like watching a loaf of bread rise in fast-forward! Her feet turned to large paws and her entire body quickly grew as fur raced up from her paws to cover her! Her hands expanded to be half-paw as well and her face fully transformed into that of a feline! A long narrow tail spiralled out from her shorts as if it was part of the clothing rather than part of her. Her freckles expanded greatly and then yanked outward, stretched into stripes as her white fur was intersected by black stripes completing her look as she turned into an anthro white tiger in the span of only a half-minute. Quinn glanced down her form and smirked at the two rows of red-pink teats on her midriff exposed above her shorts and below her top before making sure to make eye contact again.
She took him by the shoulders and brushed her cheek against his in an act of feline scent-marking. "Mrrrow~ like this you mean? Black on white, am I doing it right?"
He hugged her, but also brushed his fingers slowly through the soft fur, even knowing its existence was just an elaborate illusion. "We should get over to Avalyn's place, right? It is quite far out isn't it? Would sort of make waking up this early pointless if we don't actually head out right away. Did you check what bus we need to take?"
As soon as Quinn let go, Nelly's form quickly reverted to the human shape she had before, regressing her height back as well. "Oh, no she is meeting us here too." Nel laughed. "She lives in the country; it would take forever getting to her place!"
Quinn blushed, but his fur concealed it luckily. "Well I don't know! I have never been to her place before. We never even formally met, really."
Now Nelly blushed a bit. "R-right. Well that will change today. Sort of awkward but... just relax. Avalyn is a really great person, and hot."
"Yea, you keep mentioning that part whenever you bring her up..."
"Well she is. I don't want you to think you have to avoid looking at her thinking I will get jealous or something."
He crossed his arms giving her a side-glance. "It seems more like you are trying to sell me on her."
"No! But like... like I mentioned before... y'know. We are sort of a set... you play with one-"
"Alright, let's focus on getting this show on the road first. We will have plenty of time to discuss whatever we want when we are on the road. If I remember right; Atallia City is a very, very long ways off."
"Yea we might be out for two weeks or more if there is traffic or construction slowing us down. I think we could get there in under one week if there are no bumps in the road- so to speak. If we ride from morning to evening anyway. Might get there in three or four days if we just say fuck it and drive through the night."
"For four days? Yea that sounds safe."
Nelly let out a half-laugh. "Well obviously swapping drivers."
"You don't know how to drive! Only me and Avalyn can swap."
"I know how to drive! I just don't have a license!"
"Same thing..."
The two of them climbed onto the old car to hang around till Avalyn arrived. Quinn has only been Nelly's boyfriend since halfway through the last year of high school- so roughly a year and a half now. Avalyn and Quinn however have been friends since they were little kids... and secretly lovers since early high school. Just because Nelly is with Quinn now doesn't meant she has quit Avalyn however- a fact Quinn has awkwardly agreed with thus far.
Nelly's hair randomly changes color as they wait, and eventually she takes out her phone and starts watching an old archived gamer stream from her favorite streamer- Silver Lining. No surprise there- Silver Lining is actually Tulia Gardith... Nelly's mother. And unsurprisingly her father Richard Gardith is a professional manager, for online creators, like Tulia. They met through business but quickly became more than business partners- though both maintained their jobs even after getting married.
On the outskirts of the town, Avalyn is finishing up loading her luggage into the car, making sure to load it into the trunk carefully and tightly together since two other people needed to fit their luggage in after her. Nelly is a good bit below average in height but Avalyn is considerably over the average. Not just bigger than other women, just, bigger than most anyone. She is a bit over a foot taller than Quinn is, which makes Nelly look like a dwarf in comparison. Avalyn isn't really big, just, extra tall- and most of that is because of her leg structure. To her ankles she has the legs of a human, but then she also has the cannon bone of a bovine, and the cloven hooves to match. The cannon bone easily adds a foot to her overall height, which makes her stand out like a sore thumb in a crowd.
Avalyn looks almost perfectly human usually, so if it wasn't for her abnormal height thanks to having hooves, she would actually be able to blend in rather well. If you ignore the hooves the only part of her body that seems bovine is her tail. She has a tasseled tail like a cow, but the body of her tail is both abnormally long, and has much more muscle control than any cow should- this is thanks to her father actually having been a snake during the Second Wish. Avalyn's ears are long and pointed, making them look elven- they mixed bovine and human together so they don't quite look like they belong on either species. If you pull her shirt off you'd see she has a cluster of diamond shaped black splotches on the skin of her upper back, but that is it. The entire rest of her is perfectly human.
Avalyn is wearing worn-in blue jeans and a beige cable-knit sweater today. Her legs are too long, so the bottom portion- the cannon bone- is never covered no matter what she wears. Having hooves, she also has no need of socks or shoes because her hooves would just wear a hole straight through them anyway. She has straight shimmering raven hair on her head and tail- the hair on her head hangs low enough to tickle her own butt. Her bangs are long enough to hide her eyebrows but not obscure her vision.
She is very nervous about setting out on this quest, and her father chuckles at her, offering reassurances. Avalyn doesn't own her own vehicle, so the ride she was given is her father's viper convertible- the vehicle he jokingly named 'Midlife Crisis'. Not only is it a very fast car to be driving, she is deathly afraid of it even getting scratched. The paint is in pristine, polished condition- lipstick red in the front and fades to royal purple in the back, the grill and rims has a gold finish to boot so the car sparkles from head to toe. Her father- Jim- loves tinkering with it and putting more upgrades on it, but he is a retired trucker, so even with Midlife Crisis in Avalyn's hands; he still has his six-wheeler. During the Second Wish; Jim had been turned into a half-man half-snake. His wife Amanda was affected but had not transformed yet, and encountered the very people who ultimately ended up saving the world! Unfortunately she started to transform just as she found them, so they were unable to help her as she turned into a strange mix of cow and crane- that is where Avalyn got the lion's share of her traits from. Luckily skipping the avian part.
Amanda came out before Avalyn finished loading up the trunk and the three of them exchanged hugs as Avalyn got in the car. Avalyn was stiff from nervousness, Amanda had a tear in her eye watching her 'little girl' go off on her first big road trip with her friends, and Jim just mildly amused trying to calm both of them down. It is just a road trip- Amanda would have her girl back in a week or little more. And if Avalyn blew the car up he would just rebuild it. He don't give a damn what she does to his ride- as long as she stays safe he will just fix whatever she breaks. She did need to immediately adjust the seat back- her long legs needed room to get to the pedals. In its default position the chair was so close her knees were shoving up into the underside of her E cup melons.
With a final nervous wave Avalyn veeeerry slowly drove out of the lot onto the open road. Their driveway was nothing but compressed dust, and the roads this far out of the town are pretty dirty too- so if she floors it half the car will be buried in dirt. Unsurprisingly, they live on a dairy ranch. Jim suggested they buy the lot- having seen it on his rides in and out of town when he was still a trucker. So not particularly surprising their daughter turned out half cow with more blue jeans than skirts in her closet. Heck even the cows themselves considered her their extended family.
Avalyn picked up the pace as she got onto the cleaner roads. At the very least there was essentially zero traffic at this hour. She got a message on her cellphone but wasn't going to check it while driving- she knew it was either Quinn or Nelly anyway, asking if she is on her way probably.
They both smiled as Avalyn pulled up in the posh car.
Nelly immediately hopped into the front passenger seat. "Oh my gosh, why don't you pull the roof back? It's a convertible!"
"It's... also early in the morning."
Quinn sighed as he plopped into the back seat and closed the door. "It is chilly out, with the roof down the wind will freeze us."
Nelly shrugged. "Sooo, Avalyn, this is my boyfriend~ and Quinn, this is Avalyn."
They exchanged glances in the rear-view mirror before Avalyn looked at Nelly. "We... already know each other. Did you hit your head this morning?"
"N-no no, but like you've never really... uh... mingled I guess is the word? Is mingled a word?"
"W-well yea, that is true. I wouldn't say I have really mingled with anyone really- not even you, heh. Not in public anyway. B-but, shush- I am driving."
"Oh you're too tense. You drive fine Av, you don't need to be THAT careful."
"Mmm."
Quinn chuckled at Nelly. "At least she isn't reckless like you."
"I am not!"
"Didn't you nearly kill Tim once throwing him across the room?"
Nelly pouted. "I still don't know how his tail was there."
Timothy is Nelly's ex-boyfriend- and also a demi-human. A mouse unfortunately; who got his tail caught in a paper ball Nelly was trying to smack someone with and she unintentionally threw him across the room with it. That wasn't the reason they broke off, but it was certainly harrowing for the tiny man.
Avalyn stopped in front of Nelly's house and the little woman immediately jumped out to dash in and get her things- she was already packed obviously but needed to get it into the trunk. She did not even bother to close the car door behind her- Quinn sighed and was about to reach around the seat to do it but seen Avalyn's long prehensile tail snake its way over and close the door without having to move in her seat at all.
Quinn cleared his throat softly. "So, uh, how did you two meet originally?"
"Playground, when we were little." She leaned over to look at him around her seat rather than use the rear-view. "I was off on my own. I was too afraid to use the playground where other kids were, but there was at least one other kid pretty much everywhere, so I kinda just froze up and didn't do anything but stand there."
"Kids picking on you? You look so... human though."
"Oh, no. I mean... maybe they would have- but I was too afraid to socialize in the first place for that to even be able to happen. Without actually being outcast I sort of always knew I was different and didn't quite... belong. I am pretty shy too I guess. Anyway- one of the kids ran up to me and took me by the hand and practically dragged me along with her- of course it was Nelly."
Quinn smirked. "No one can tell she was demi-human."
Avalyn nodded. "Because she never uses her true form. She will look like whatever she needs to look like to fit in anywhere she goes. She mirrored my cow traits whenever someone looked at me funny because of it."
Quinn nodded. "She often takes on feline shapes around me too. Usually when-" He blushed. "Er, well. Never mind."
Avalyn blushed now too. "Did... she... talk to you about doing any...thing?"
"You mean suggesting a threesome? Y-yea."
"Ah."
They both went silent and sat back straight in their seats for a bit, both red in the face.
Nelly dashed up to her father on the front porch of their nice house. "Waiting for mom again?"
Richard chuckled softly. "Sorry. You sure you packed everything? Kitchen sink?"
"Had a sinking feeling about bringing kitchenware so I left that out- this time."
He mussed up her hair as she dashed past. "That is my little goofball. You tell your mother you are leaving?"
"Yup, before I left to meet with Quinn."
"Hmmm. I am still not sure about that boyfriend of yours. Bit of an oddball."
She flashed him a sarcastic glare as she passed him again going the other way with her luggage. "Dad- we are all freaks. That is the point- that is why we are going to the city in the first place."
"Mmm. Fair enough."
Richard followed her to take the remaining bags for her so she did not need to make a second trip. When they loaded up the car, he had them all get out and line up at the edge of the yard to take a group picture before they set off. If all goes to plan- they will return as humans, so this will be their last memento of what they were. He was not too keen on Nelly altering her body permanently but... well, it is her body. She isn't a girl anymore- she is a woman who makes her own choices. Her first choice was to basically pack everything she owned for a single week road trip. He is pretty sure the only things left in her room are her bed and all the Silver Lining merchandise lining the whole room. Back when she was still a streamer- Tulia had almost five million active subscribers, so she had a lot of dedicated fans.
Avalyn watched the sun hovering over the horizon and the early morning clouds that seemed to glow orange and pink in the low sunlight. Quinn just stood patiently with his arms crossed to keep some of his body heat in. You'd think he would be warmer because of his fur- but he has always had the fur, so his body adapted to always being much warmer than others, so he ends up getting cold just as easily as anyone else. Nelly had to go over and help Richard work her phone- her icons were an absolute mess and he was using her phone to take the picture.
When they stepped into place, Nelly teasingly pinched the edge of Quinn's skirt and started to lift it, startling him. Richard accidentally took the picture early while trying to adjust his grip on the phone, and took the photo with hilarious timing. Quinn was about to protest to Nelly who was holding his skirt up- and he took a step back which because Avalyn was looking off at the horizon- put his right leg between hers, causing her to look back over her shoulder toward the camera just as the picture snapped. Their comical incoordination somehow seemed to make the picture all the more appropriate, so he did not even take a second one- he showed them that one and they laughed and kept it.
Next stop was Quinn's much more modest house. It was a bit run-down looking but looked after anyway. It is a really old house in the suburbs, not very big but not tiny, either. There was no one waiting for Quinn outside as he dashed in to grab his stuff.
Avalyn quietly spoke to Nelly. "So... why does he wear girl clothes? I mean, it looks good on him but..."
Nelly sighed. "He is more comfortable in it, both mentally and physically. Feels trapped in guy stuff."
"But his old man hates him for it... is it really worth it?"
"I guess so, to him. Maybe that will change when he turns human? His dad is kind of a dick anyway, not really the warm and cuddly type to begin with. And his mother doesn't help things. She supports Quinn but only when his father isn't looking. They are sort of an old-fashioned type couple y'know, like, man of the house sort of deal where the dad says whatever he wants and the mother just falls in line, more like a pet than a partner."
"Ouch. Sounds like you got as much of a bone to pick with them as he does."
Nelly blushed, looking surprised. "Whe-no! I mean... sort of? I am his girlfriend so I kinda get pissed off about it through him."
Avalyn laughed at her reaction. "No, its fine. It is cute. And it certainly sounds like they do have issues. We are all demi so we have our share of issues from the normies already. Don't need our own families poisoning the mood too."
Nelly laughed. "Normies?" Avalyn just smiled and shrugged. "Well, at least his old man is flipping the bill for us. Remember- he is the one giving us our travelling funds for this little adventure."
"Probably just because it will 'fix' his son."
"Mmm."
The car bounced lightly as the trunk closed, causing the two women to quieten down as Quinn returned to his seat. "Alright. Let's hit the road!"
The sun continued to rise and the cold of night melted away real quick. Nelly got what she wanted- the top rolled back and her and Quinn ended up switching seats- without stopping the car. Quinn was nervous as hell but as usual Nelly doesn't take 'no' for an answer and convinced him to do it anyway. With the entire back seats to herself she could sit up on their backs instead of in the seat itself and throw her arms open to the warm wind blasting past! Avalyn picked up speed since they were on the highway now, and there still was no other vehicles within sight. Lochview did not have much draw to it, so there was never much traffic coming or going regardless of the time of day.
Avalyn glared at Nelly through the rear view mirror- noticing that her shirt did not react to the wind at all, even though her arms were spread out catching as much wind as possible. "Nel... are you naked right now?"
Quinn quickly looked back at her, confused a moment before he too noticed her clothes ignored physics. "Wow, even your outfit is an illusion? I cannot wrap my head around how you can do something like that with barely any thought."
Nelly shrugged. "If I actually thought about it- I would be able to simulate the winds effects on it, heh. And NO, I am not naked! You think I am so bold as to set out on a big road trip like this in the NUDE?"
"Yes."
"If someone dared me, sure. I am wearing a sports bra and yoga pants though." So she is dressed- just not in what it looks like she is.
"Hmmm, alright." Avalyn glanced briefly at Quinn, not wanting to take her eyes of the road for more than a second even on a straight flat. "So, you know how I met Nelly- but how did you two meet?"
He glanced away. "W-well you probably heard about the paper bag incident..."
She smirked. "Yeeeaa... I seen it too. The bag anyway- didn't see what you had going on under it."
Nelly spoke up with a big grin. "Unlike you Av; Quinn did his best to fit in, but tried just a wee bit too hard. Last year of high school- frustrated that he could not grow any facial hair-"
Avalyn shook her head, furrowing her brows a bit in confusion. "Wait, wait. Your entire body is nothing BUT hair?"
Quinn sighed, crossing his arms and slouching into his comfy white leather seat. "No, I am head to toe FUR, not HAIR. All the other guys were talking about finally getting facial hair or chest hair, and by then some of them were trying different styles of facial hair and then I am sitting there literally incapable of growing any- ever. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. I was just frustrated and high school was going to come to a close soon so... I..." Quinn trailed off, muttering too low for either woman to hear him.
Nelly spoke up for him. "He shaved a mustache and beard shape into his facial fur!"
Avalyn's eyes went wide and she leaned forward a bit- her face turning red from trying not to laugh imagining what that would have looked like.
Quinn blushed brightly, sitting up rigid again. "Yea and I looked hideous- big surprise. Wore a paper bag on my head to school for two weeks while it re-grew. I think a lot of people assumed a bully did it to pick on me, but no... it was self-inflicted. At least it helped me quit smoking; I never cut a mouth-hole for the bag."
Nelly nodded. "I was just impressed he still went to school at all. The paper bag kinda drew its own share of attention but he just kinda rolled with it. I was attracted to his boldness!"
Avalyn tilted her head. "But that was the last year of high school... you guys never met before that?"
She shook her head. "Yea, but we did not directly interact really- just like you and Quinn. You saw each other before and talked briefly but that was about it. Till the paper bag thing."
Quinn shrugged. "Not like there are a lot of demi-humans walking around so I probably would have approached her before but, she was with Timothy."
Avalyn nodded. "Tiny Tim. Good guy, always nervous I am going to step on him though. He was only what- nine inches tall?"
"Yup."
Nelly smirked. "He knows because I told him Tim was only as big as his cock."
"S-she didn't need to know that!" There was a long awkward pause before he spoke up again. "Well? You two don't have anything to add?"
"To what?"
"C'mon, I had to share an embarrassing moment, now you two should chip in. Being demi must have made for an embarrassing moment for you two as well at some point... right?"
Nelly hummed in thought, crossing her arms. "Mmm, not really. I am always in disguise."
"Never chose the wrong appearance for the situation on accident?"
She shook her head. "Not really, no. Not to the point where it actually caused a problem. Only thing I could think of is this one time I was helping a girl out by stealing the appearance of one of her boyfriend's friends, and infiltrated their friend group. They kept talking about horny stuff, and then starting talking about what they liked about girls and what they would do to the girls if they had them... myself included- because they didn't know it was actually me. That was pretty embarrassing." She spoke up again after a brief pause. "Oh! I just remembered when I was really little I took the form of a boy too, to try to get to know some boys better. They kept talking about girls being so weird and different and having cooties and I got really mad and yelled at them, but they were really confused because they thought I was a boy and I ended up outing myself, haha. Oh gosh- I forgot about that."
Avalyn stiffened a bit- trying to pretend she was too concentrated on the road to notice the others were looking at her, till Nelly poked her in the shoulder and asked her directly.
She groaned and tilted her head. "I am easily embarrassed so there may be too many moments to pick. How about being the only kid with breasts?"
They all blushed, but Quinn was the one to speak up. "Y-you already had breasts when you were still a kid?!"
Avalyn nodded without taking her eyes off the road. "Started lactating before I was a teen too. By the time I was an actual teenager my boobs were larger than my head. As you can imagine; this made all the other kids have some awkward questions for their parents- what are boobs? Why does Avalyn have boobs? Where does milk come from?"
"...yikes."
"Yea. Probably one of the reasons I never had an urge to try and fit in with other people. I didn't have any more answers then they did back then and just didn't want the added attention in the first place, so I just kept to myself to avoid it altogether."
Nelly squirmed her way up between the front seats and turned the radio on after a bit and all three of them immediately laughed as the very first song they hear playing is 'Strange Animal' by Gowan, which seemed serendipitous. With the radio blaring they raced down the empty highway past the rolling hills around their home town. The sunlight glowing, the wind whipping past. These were the sort of moments you always see in TV shows or movies but so rarely get to enjoy in person. They fought their way through school, had a year to cool off and let the information sink in. Now it was time to get the human bodies they were never given at birth. This was the start of the rest of their lives- a new era!
Being demi-humans all three of them had their share of problems. It is not their fault they were born that way, so obviously badgering them about it is publically frowned on, but that doesn't really stop anyone. Kids often outcast anyone slightly different than them- so being part animal definitely goes above and beyond that criteria. Many adults also frown on them, because it reminds them of what once was. Unlike the kids- the adults lived through the Second Wish and many do not want to remember those times when the world nearly ended. Some of the people alive today DIED during those events and only returned to life thanks to its undoing. The wish was well-intended, so there are a rare few people who actually enjoyed what happened to them... since it was not willing- most did not enjoy it. The adults do not openly hate on the demi-humans, but you can feel the tension in the air. The joy get drained from the room when a demi-human enters. They do not want to be the herald of bad memories.
Avalyn was not picked on that much, but that is only because she never felt like she could fit in to begin with, and thus never tried in the first place. She avoided everyone else her age except for Nelly- which is why the two cannot be fully divided ever. Avalyn would be embarrassed to admit it, but she has always felt she belonged more with the actual cows. They are always friendly to her, and gentle. Her mother is always quick to apologize for unintentionally being the cause of Avalyn's woes... but that unintentionally also makes it a bit worse. The speed at which she apologizes for Avalyn's body only serves to underline that her body is viewed as being WRONG. Her father on the other hand was very laid back. Jim told her to not be ashamed of her body. If it upsets someone- that is their problem to deal with, not hers. Though she never picked up on any of it, he always let her help with his vehicle tinkering, and talked to her about random useless facts, and was always there to talk to. Amanda is loving too, but in a way that may lean on the doting, smothering side of things. Amanda is the parent everyone needs- Jim is the parent everyone wants.
Quinn was the exact opposite- he has always tried his hardest to fit in despite his situation. His sheer tenacity has won people over, and his willingness to jump through hoops to do it has earned him shallow friendships with people amused by making the cat boy do tricks. Unfortunately this caused him to take up smoking, trying to fit in with the cool kids- earning the disappointment of both his parents. When he was younger still he would come home with bruises and cuts because he kept taking whatever the other kids dared him to do- no matter how reckless the idea. When it came to his clothes he chose his for comfort, and because he was already an outcast- so rather than try to fight a fight he cannot win, he leaned into it and tried to make it his 'thing'. In all honesty though; his confidence in even that is exaggerated. Deep down he knows this look isn't his either- but it is closer to his own than the default. He managed to drop his habit of smoking- though he has relapsed briefly several times. The urge still haunts him.
Nelly fit in perfectly with everyone. Almost no one ever even mentions her being demi-human... because almost no one realizes it in the first place. She can turn into anything which means she can look like a boy to fit in with the boys, or a girl to fit in with the girls. She can turn into a dog and fit in with someone's pet! It doesn't matter what situation you throw her into because she can just turn into whatever the hell she wants at the drop of a hat. Her transformations are actually two-stage. She can transform her actual physical body, but that is limited; she cannot alter her size much, and she cannot grow additional limbs or extreme alterations like that. Whatever she cannot do with actual transformation though, she makes up for in her ability to create extremely realistic, elaborate illusions around herself. And since she is powered off of Astrelle- it does not require mana. It cannot be dispelled. Why would she want to turn human then, if she can already look human whenever she wants? Because it isn't her. All the 'friends' she made along the way, her glowing reputation in school? Doesn't really mean anything, because they didn't like her, they liked the illusion she presented them.
----- [center][color=cornflowerblue][b]Chapter 1 : Demi-Problematic[/b][/color][/center] -----
As the day went on they passed from the grasslands around Lochview to a large forest- the road getting rather windy and slopes in several parts. It made Avalyn a bit more paranoid about her driving. With many turns and the road being cut through rock at several points- she cannot see what is up ahead around the corner, and since there is forest around them; an animal could jump out onto the road potentially. There are many stone stacks at the side of the road from hikers coming through the area. Rivers, mossy rocks and tall trees made for a great view for Nelly and Quinn. Nelly pointed out several animals as they passed- spooking a few unintentionally in the process.
In the front seat Quinn had a second view to contend with however- Avalyn. He was trying not to stare but every time he glanced her way; he could swear her breasts were a little bit bigger. And they are E cups by default already which is by no stretch of the imagination small. The cable knitting of her sweater was the easiest comparison- the largest her breasts grow the further outward the sweater's fabric bends. He already knew about her problems with lactation but never seen it first-hand before. Her shyness makes her take extra close care of it normally- but stuck behind the wheel of a car she has no way of tending to it now.
At first no one can notice it but Avalyn herself; her breasts become firmer, then rounder. As they approach maximum capacity the skin starts to blush pink from internal tension. Unlike a normal cow Avalyn lactates for no reason at all- she lactates all the time no matter what. It is part of her altered form, so the lactation is produced via Astrelle's power- which means it completely ignores conservation of mass. Even if she ate nothing to make milk from- she would still make milk. Which in theory makes it impossible for her to starve to death; she could live indefinitely off her own milk. That is just the tip of the iceberg of her problems however. She is mostly human when she is EMPTY. Her body changes more to keep pace with the milk production... so if she doesn't express herself, her body starts to evolve.
Her breasts are already done filling- now they are actually GROWING. That is why Quinn was able to notice it- she is actually getting larger as she fills with more milk. Her sweater is very large on her and made of an easily stretched fabric, but her breasts are also getting closer and closer to the steering wheel. Their round sides bloating further out to the sides and brush her arms every time she tries to turn the wheel. And her bosom is starting to struggle to contain it all, so she can feel moisture building on the inside of the shirt from unintentionally leaked milk.
They passed the other side of the vast forest by late afternoon; the sun was starting to get heavy in the sky. They were getting nervous about their gas too- Lochview is so far out into the middle of nowhere there isn't even any gas stations they were able to see, at least not on this particular highway. By now they could see a tiny collection of homes and shops in the distance- a community barely big enough to qualify as a village. There was an actual town only a few miles off from it as well but they did not want to test their luck- they might run out of gas before getting that far. They had to stop so Quinn could piss off the side of the road while the women averted their eyes, but when he returned to the car he offered to swap with Avalyn. She was nervous about anything happening to her father's prized car, but she gratefully took the offer immediately because her breasts were very quickly becoming too much. And gently brushing them with her arms unintentionally was likely going to speed up her production.
Quinn did not even know the full extent of it. Her biology is a dangerous balance- once she starts to slip it speeds up and once it hits a certain threshold the dam just outright explodes, and then no one is going to stop it.
Nelly leaned forward. "Hey uh... I could... take some of that?"
Avalyn blushed and shook her head, lightly holding the sides of her swelling girls. "N-no. Not... here! We are almost there, just... find a room, fast."
Their first stop was the first gas station they encountered at the edge of the town. Just a mom-n-pops sort of place; the town isn't big enough to have any major chain shops. Still had a row of payphones hooked up in front of the store- most kids don't even know what a payphone booth even IS these days. The station did not even have a sign or name. Quinn got out and started filling the car back up since he was the one driving when they stopped.
Nelly looked at Avalyn concerned. "You should dash into the restrooms and express a little to take the edge off."
Avalyn shivered at the thought. "Look at this place- no way I am using the bathroom here. Probably cockroaches and centipedes covering the floors. All gas station bathrooms look cursed."
"Yea but- hrmm.... yea."
"I am pretty sure I can hold out. I think I can see a motel up the road from here anyway, I can fix myself there." She groaned a bit and opened the door. "I am just going to stretch my legs a bit. See what those vending machines have."
There was several flatbeds parked here and a group of truckers gathered between them laughing and talking. This is the only stop for them for some distance so all the trucks that have to pass through here inevitably stop here. Avalyn's hooves against the pavement make the same sound as the click of a high-heel shoe does, so the truckers immediately turn to look at her thinking they were going to see a well-dressed woman. As soon as they see the sound came from the hooves of a demi-human their expressions darkened. Likely the only thing stopping them from saying anything was her now immense breasts catching their attention with every wobble.
They started at E cups... now it was anyone's guess what cup size fit them- if any even existed. Each breast was as large as a medicine ball, or small beach ball. The tension of the fabric being stretched around their curvature- including cupping the undersides tightly- greatly helped her carry them. Her size can fluctuate too easily for her to ever bother wearing a bra, so if they hit this size and she wasn't wearing a top to contain them, she would be forced to bend forward because of the weight. They wobble instead of jiggle- moving in whatever little room they could make in the shirt with every step she takes.
Avalyn did not look directly at the truckers but she heard their conversation immediately drop off and got chills from the disapproving stares. She did not see them looking but she could FEEL them looking. Unfortunately the vending machines were lined up on the corner of the building that faced the truck lot. The machines were grungy from the dirt the tires kick up and the glass is all scratched up, the image on the buttons started to fade off at the edges from wear. The entire side of the building they were on is covered with the corn corners of old posters and ads that had been taken down- but the corners remained taped to the wall. Nelly watched her carefully, ready to transform and rush in the moment trouble started to get her friend out of there.
Quinn did not notice- he was occupied by the gas. He wandered into the store and shivered a bit from the AC being on making a steep contrast to the warm air outside. He slapped the money on the counter and motioned to their ride outside.
The bristly man behind the counter nodded, taking the money but also not taking his eyes off Quinn. "Was almost 'bout to tell you 'no masks in the store'."
"Heh, yea I guess you don't get too many cats walking through your door." He motioned to a pack of gum to buy with the extra change he gave.
"Don't get many crossdressers, neither. Boys 'round these parts don't much take a liking to them, if you get my drift." The man flopped the pack of gum down on the counter for him.
"...right. Well, just passing through anyway."
"Better pass fast if you know what is good for ye. I don't keep no weapons in my shop so if someone decides to start something- I ain't gunna stop 'em."
Avalyn got a chocolate bar for Nelly and a can of pop for herself and was hustling back to the car- though could not go too fast at risk of her tits sloshing their way out of their cloth prison. One of the truckers finally spoke up and shout over to her 'the nearest dairy farm is a mile out thataway, Bessy'. Without turning to look at him or slow her pace; Avalyn held her hand up to flash him the middle finger. His face went red from being flipped off by a woman and looked like he was going to rush over to her but the other truckers held him back.
Quinn got out of the store as Avalyn plopped back down in the car and tossed the candy bar over her shoulder for Nelly to catch. Two teenagers approached Quinn from the opposite side of the store- the same side the sun was setting on, making it hard to see their faces with the dusk light at their backs.
"Yo, this stray knows how to fucking walk bro."
"Why you wearing women's clothes? Did you owners get you fixed? Haha!"
Quinn sighed, continuing to walk. "Hah yea, hilarious. Stay in school- you won't cut it as comedians."
One of the teens flicked their hand out of their pocket quickly, revealing a switchblade. "The fuck you say to me, cat? That is a funny sounding meow."
Avalyn appeared behind them so fast it looked like she teleported. She wore a feline form like Quinn but her freckles once again repurposed into the hide of a Cheetah. Her clothing in this form turned to a white T shirt and black short-shorts. Before the two teens even realized she is there- she swept their legs out from under them, striking their knees from behind as she grabbed them by the hair in either hand and then yanked them head first to the ground!
"Trying to pick a fight with something for simply being different- how original! Also real rich coming from a pair of bald apes like you."
Quinn only paused on seeing her attack, and quickly got to the car anyway- knowing she would be able to catch up easily as a cheetah. He started the car up and Nelly dashed after them, catching up to it and scrambling up the back of the car into the back seat without using the door at all. If someone tried something like that back home- their friends and loved ones would have raised hell. That cannot be said for any of the places they are going to be in now. The three of them are on their own. A tiny place like this is pretty isolated from the rest of the world so they are not used to change- if something is a little bit off it immediately gains their hatred. And the three of them are really not normal. In fact- they aren't even normal by the standard of most other demi-human, because all three of them technically have the ability to transform into an alternate shape. No one turned the radio back on, so the car was deathly silent as they rode to the next location. The mood had definitely been dragged down.
They approached the motel Avalyn spotted just up the road. Looked like it had tiny apartments, just a two-level building shaped like an L bordering a swimming pool. Looked about as classy as this town is going to be able to offer. All three of them piled out of the car to enter the lobby. There was a few guests looming outside of their rooms chatting and having a smoke- they reacted the same way the truckers did at their last stop. They immediately stopped talking, and scowled at the demi-humans. Nelly remained in her cheetah form and clung to Quinn's arm as if to somehow shield him from the glares. The man behind the counter in the lobby kept a straight face, but he also seemed to avoid direct eye contact with them, typing on the computer, pretending to check something.
Quinn walked up to the counter. "Any rooms?"
"Yup, still three open. 75 a night- two of you would need to share a bed though, unless you rent two rooms. We have no three bed suites."
Quinn shrugged. "That's fine." Nelly furrowed her brows and muttered 'that is super pricy' from behind him.
The man behind the counter muttered under his breath. "Oh I bet you'd be fine with it." He typed something into the system then glanced at Avalyn and did a double-take, furrowing his brows. "Hey- don't be leaking on the carpet!"
Avalyn's face immediately went bright red and she clutched the front of her shirt feeling the damp spots- she is starting to leak! "O-o-oh no, I- no it... I will be okay, I just need to get to the restroom." The milk is the same temperature she is, so she did not notice it.
The man's face twisted in disgust. "Look, I can't have a liability like that in our rooms- we have standards in this motel. If she is going to be damaging the bed, sheets, and carpeting with her... excretions, I am going to have to charge you 100 for the night instead, and any damages she manages to cause."
Avalyn squeaked in embarrassment, shrinking away while trying to cover her enormous tits the best she could. Quinn's brow hardened immediately. "No fucking way your rooms are good enough to be worth a grand for a single night."
The man shrugged. "Then don't stay in them- it is that simple."
Quinn took Avalyn by the shoulder to usher her out. "Then fuck this. C'mon Av."
"B-but we..."
Nelly shook her head, following close behind. "We will figure something out... just... hold on a little longer."
They got back into the car, even more depressed and desperate and took off again. Given how small the town is... that might be the only motel that even exists in it. Small homes all around, a few scattered shops and a single mall at the heart of things. There wasn't a single building in the entire town that had more than two floors. The street lights yellowed with age clicked on as the sky darkened. Avalyn rest her head back to look at the sky and try to get her mind off her still swelling breasts. A few of the brightest stars were already visible. Her shirt does a great job at absorbing runoff but the fabric is starting to get heavy from all the milk collecting in it. Her nipples are enlarging too, making her breasts look a bit cone shaped because of how the fabric is being tented. Her nipples are starting to tingle and almost itch from built up pressure wanting to get out. It really ramps up in strength as she mutates- she went over half the day with zero change and then started spiralling down fast.
They ended up driving through the whole damn town- not that it took particularly long- but luckily there is an inn on the opposite end they quickly stopped at. They saw one man at a vending machine outside who fumbled his entire wallet and did a double-take when Avalyn walked past with her barely contained milk blimps. The look on his face was just utter shock.
The man in the lobby has a scruffy beard, and was leaned back in a chair watching a Vtuber on a laptop set up on a desk. There is a bell attached to the door so the moment it opened he heard and spun around in his chair, wheeling it up to the counter before standing and leaning onto it.
"Other motel was booked?"
Quinn cocked his brow. "Huh?"
The man motioned back with a nod. "Most people end up staying at the motel because it has a pool." He typed a few things onto a computer to bring up the room registry and huffed. "I bet most of the people don't even use the pool, they just like the idea that it is there." He thumped a hand on the counter with a timid smile. "Well; I have an ice machine on either end of the inn- and I actually see lots of people USE ice, so, pick your luxuries." He chuckled.
"R-right. How much for a room?"
"50 for a night, plenty of vacancies, if you need more than one room? I only have singles and double bed rooms, nothing with three."
"Doesn't matter."
The man reached under the counter and then tossed a key up into the air at Avalyn; seeing she was clearly desperate to hurry this up. She snatched the key, read the room number on it and dashed off ahead of the others to race to the bathroom before she really explodes in size.
Quinn handed the man his card and the man started typing into the computer again to register them. He glanced at Nelly when she took her cellphone out a moment to check what time it is, and then pointed to the Silver Lining charm she has dangling from its case.
"What are you doing with Silver Lining merch? They don't make that stuff anymore- haven't for a long time." He chuckled again. "Were you even born when she was still streaming?"
Nelly smirked and crossed her arms. "No, but I am still her biggest fan."
"Oh, BIGGEST fan huh? A young'un like you?"
It was only now that she noticed there was stickers and a few items of merch from several different streamers semi-hidden around the room.
"Yup, no question. Try me."
He hummed in thought a moment, scratching his beard. "Oooh- this one's a bit cheap because there is no way you'd know it. What was her original online handle?"
"Bronze Lining. Before she found her optimism." She answered with absolutely zero hesitation- she did not even need to think about it.
The man just blinked in bewilderment a moment before answering. "Shit. You are a real one. She never once mentioned that on any of her streams, the only way you'd know that is if you went through all of her old archived tweets." He finished typing into his computer but hesitated to scan the card. "Why you two look so down? Long trip wearing you through?"
Quinn motioned back toward the motel. "Other place basically threw us out because of our... because we aren't fully human."
He shook his head. "Idiots allergic to business then. Lots of people like you come through here- on the way to Atallia City to wish themselves human. Aside from the truckers; they are the most common visitors this nowhere town is going to get. Besides that being just downright offensive." He handed Quinn back his card. "Shame the demi-human are so eager to be rid of their bodies. Flocking to the city to turn into something else."
Nelly motioned to herself and Quinn. "We aren't exactly well liked as we are."
The man grumbled, plopping back down into the chair. "They're just jealous."
That startled Quinn. "JEALOUS?!"
He shrugged. "Sure. Lots of folk spend their entire lives looking to be unique like you. When we are kids we are compared to our parents- oh you got your father's hair or your mother's eyes. One day you get sick of it. You don't want your parent's parts, you want your own parts. Everyone is an individual, so we all try to express ourselves and let the world know that we are unique, we are ourselves, not anyone else. But it isn't always about just simply being different. You need to function too, make a living, have skills, learn, live. You three on the other hand... you were born unique. No one is going to mistake you for anyone else, so you never need to worry about expressing yourself as loudly as everyone else, you just need to worry about living- and that is considerably easier to do." He shrugged, turning back to his laptop. "Something to think about anyway. Oh-" He turned back a moment and motioned to Quinn's card. "Your card was rejected by the way. By me. It will be a cold day in Hell before I charge the daughter of Silver Lining to stay at my inn. You all stay for free."
Nelly blushed in surprise. "D-daught...er?"
He smirked at her reaction. "Thought so. She stopped streaming when she was pregnant with a daughter. The timing seemed about right that you'd pass through, on the way to Atallia."
After thanking the man and finding their way to the room- Avalyn had already managed to empty herself out into a sink and had a shower. She would have milked herself in the shower but the water would make her teats too slippery to hold onto. Avalyn peeked into the room as the other two flopped into the beds, exhausted. She put her pants back on but crossed an arm over her breasts because she is still topless.
"Uh, i-is it okay if I don't put a shirt on? I washed the milk out of my sweater in the sink but it's still damp and I don't really want to unpack another shirt till tomorrow..."
Quinn blushed. "Uuuh... y-uh, n-no, it is fine."
Avalyn sighed and let her arm drop, exposing her large nipples. She walked over to Nelly's bed, her large breasts wobbling around on her chest. Her nipples are as thick as Quinn's thumb and a third as long. Her breasts are huge but they jiggle and wobble with every little movement, indicating they are a lot lighter than they were- the skin is much softer and looser; empty. And to think... even when they were still full- that was only a tenth of her maximum size.
"Don't you... shrink back to normal?"
"Y-yea, but it takes time. It will probably be around ten or fifteen minutes before they regress completely to normal size."
As soon as she sat on the bed, Nelly sat up and grabbed her tits from behind to dig her fingers into the soft boobs. "Extra plush~. I will massage the skin to help them relax."
Quinn had to turn the TV on low volume to distract himself otherwise he would not be able to avoid staring at them. Avalyn was pinned to the bed and the comparatively tiny Nelly on top of her kneading the huge boobs like baker's dough. The two of them are an inseparable item- but they have never and will never DATE one another. So Nelly is just dating Quinn, but Avalyn is still an open sexual option for her, and thus supposedly also for Quinn.
Avalyn had gone to sleep and Quinn had turned the TV off to try and sleep for a good while but was still awake thinking about their trip. He was also thinking about what the man said earlier. Trying to find yourself. With how many different people there are in the world- it is hard to express yourself in a way that won't immediately be misinterpreted as mimicking someone else. Was that all his fashion choice was at the end of the day?
Quinn drifted to sleep so gradually he did not even notice. His dream just a black void, so open and empty, but a place he has imagined many times before, so he knew to look for him. The other Quinn. He seen the glint of its eyes in the darkness and as soon as he was found- the void inverted to a bright white space, making Quinn almost invisible against all the white, and completely exposing his counterpart- the tall wolf. It circled Quinn slowly with a judging stare.
"All your 'style' amounts to is a little boy loudly shouting nonsense to be as different as possible."
"Yea, well it is different. And it is me, so call it whatever you want."
"It isn't you. I am you. Sort of pointless being unique if it is just a mask, huh? What is the point in it?"
Quinn wanted to shove him back but woke up after loosely smacking his arm across his own chest in his sleep. His eyes had a hard time adjusting to the light, noticing Nelly's cellphone projected onto the smart TV across from the beds.
Nelly nervously looked at him then frantically flicked around in the options screen trying to turn it off. "Ack, sorry, did I wake you up? I accidentally hit the comcast thing."
It was easily to tell Quinn was awake- like a cat; his eyes are reflective. If there is even a little light present it will look like his eyes are glowing. His eyes are mostly green, but have a thin edge of brown around his pupils.
Quinn chuckled quietly so they did not wake Avalyn. "Maybe if your UI wasn't such a clusterfuck you wouldn't make so many accidents." He sighed softly spotting the file 'TT.jpg' and immediately knowing what it was. "Still have his picture right on the home screen, huh?"
"What? Oh. Well... yea. Me and Tim didn't break up on bad terms, you know. Him letting me go kinda fucking wrecked me for a while. We are still friends but that is it... there is no reason for you to be jealous."
Timothy was the one to cut the relationship off- seeing it was starting to advance and having the foresight to see it had nowhere to actually go. They could never interact sexually because he is half mouse. His entire body is only nine inches tall total- there is no way for them to be sexually compatible. Unlike the others, he had no intention of turning human either though. He had custom mini keyboards and came from a pretty well off family so he just got his tiny clothes custom tailored. He made a reputation for himself as Tiny Tim, and was willing to put up with any hiccups to keep it.
She managed to break the link to the TV, but Quinn had the remote to turn it off after. She turned her phone down and clicked open a VOD of one of Silver Lining's old streams and started watching it to help her go to sleep.
Quinn was closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep too, but heard her whisper 'fuck' and looked back- immediately seeing her tears glistening in the dark from the light of the screen. She only played a couple of seconds of the video before pausing it.
Quinn immediately sat up, reaching through the dark to the other bed. "Nel..."
She shook her head, wiping her tears off on a sleeve. "N-no, I am... fine. It isn't this it is just..." She chuckled sadly. "I don't even think the guy at the counter knows. But it isn't that! It... it's everything! My nerves, those idiots at the gas station and motel and the whole situation and the anticipation and then my mom's fan at the counter... it's everything. I am overwhelmed."
Quinn quickly went over and knelt beside her, wedging his arm under her and holding her up to hug her tightly, brushing his soft fur against her to comfort her. "It's okay. Just take it one step at a time. We are just resting in the inn for now- don't worry about anything else. Those fuckholes at the last place are behind us, Astrelle is ahead of us. All you need to think about now is in this room."
"Y-yeah." He continued to hold her close, and after a few moments she lightly hugged back. "I am so sorry."
"For what?"
"This is supposed to be a happy adventure. The start of our new lives, a new era and here I am bawling like a damn baby. Dragging the mood."
"Don't be an idiot."
"I also know why you hate Tim so much."
"I never said I hated Tim."
"I know. You hate that he knows what I am."
Quinn, like most people has no idea what Nelly actually looks like, or what she truly is behind all her transformations and illusions. Ironically she could have shown him her true form and he never would have known because she so freely takes any shape and no one knows what the real Nelly looks like to recognise it even if they did see it. But her ex- Timothy knows what her true form is. So does her father, obviously, and Avalyn knows the real Nelly as well. But Quinn- despite dating her for over a year now- still has no idea. They have had sex many times; every time she is in a different body, and every time it isn't hers. Sure being able to tell her a random erotic fantasy and having her be able to turn into it whenever they want is real fun in bed... he would still rather look his girlfriend in her actual eyes.
He smirked. "Easy way to fix that."
"Mmm, easy for who?"
"Still not going to show me?"
"Not now, no. I will show you just... when I am ready. I hope. I don't want to keep it secret but it just... I can't yet."
"Well at least your personality isn't an illusion."
The next morning Avalyn was the first to wake up, glancing over when she realized the other half of the bed was empty. Nelly had swapped beds and was the little spoon over on Quinn's bed. She just let them sleep for a bit, getting a large, flexible navy long sleeve on as her top for the day and then wandered down to the sandwich shop built into the inn. It is run by the son of the man behind the inn counter. Avalyn ordered three subs fresh made for their breakfast. They had all skipped dinner- too tired to leave the room last night to go get food so Nelly and Quinn will be real hungry when they get up too. Thanks to Nelly- Avalyn already had an idea of what Quinn would like. And it is not surprising. For the cat- a salmon sandwich; seafood is his favorite. Avalyn got a very green-heavy sandwich and loaded it with green olives which she loves so much she can be seen walking around with an olive jar eating them straight, as her comfort food. Nelly's favorite food is anything sour- which doesn't really complement a sandwich, so she just got a sub with a bit of everything instead.
The two lovers were awake by the time she got back to the room with their breakfast. It was still really early in the morning but they should not idle for too long either- there is still a long way to Atallia City. Nelly turned human again, but this time with large breasts and long strawberry blonde hair tied into a pony tail. She wore pale rosen hued flesh today and dropped the illusion on her clothing to reveal what she is really wearing- black yoga pants and a black sports bra trimmed with grey. She smirked at Quinn looking at her change and bent over to show him how the pants hug her pert little butt- when she bent over the fabric wedged into her firmly enough he could even see her pubic mound through it easily.
Quinn changed completely but unlike the women- he actually went to the bathroom to do it privately. Today a thin, form fitting black long sleeve with one of the sleeves completely removed. It had torn, and Quinn just removed it entirely- mending the seam himself so it isn't all frayed at the shoulder. He wore a slightly longer but still above the knee black skirt, and then to complement the asymmetrical shirt- he wore a black legging on only one leg; the leg opposite of the arm that is clothed. He put in a spike stud earing in his hear above where the chain links and a thin dangling golden rectangle earing in his other ear. He has two piercings per ear- so one hole is still empty. He swaps them around pretty frequently. Quinn also packed a sewing kit- finding women's clothing to fit a man isn't always easy so he is actually a pretty good tailor. He custom modifies his own clothing frequently to make it fit.
Once they were clean, fed, dressed, and fully awake they piled back into the car, rolled the roof back and hit the road again. The warmth of the sun and the cool of the air mixed and washed over them as they ripped down the open highway, helping to wake them up.
----- [color=cornflowerblue][b][center]Chapter 2 : Wolf's Out Of The Bag[/b][/center][/color] -----
You could tell they were getting closer to their destination by the frequency of civilization. More gas stations, scattered shops, and small communities as they pass. The towns getting larger and will eventually turn to cities acting as satellites around the massive Atallia City. The ground was getting progressively more featureless though as well, so there was less nature to observe. The hilly flatlands around their home town flattened, and the forests surrounding those behind them. Now the grass thinned entirely- there is a badlands ahead of them that they will need to pass through to get to Atallia, though still a good bit ahead of them. They likely will not make it quite that far today.
Avalyn is most comfortable behind the wheel when she is utterly empty- so it made sense for her to drive the car first and swap in Quinn later if needed. She and Nelly karaoke'd to the radio for some time while Quinn took advantage of having the back of the car to himself and just laid himself out across both seats with his feet up on the door since the top was down. He watched the clouds rolling past above them. The clouds here were scattered but very fluffy and dense looking- they are very tall clouds; great for trying to spot shapes in them. Eventually the girls started talking about foods and when Nelly remembered Jones sodas, she immediately started to scout out gas stations and stores they passed trying to spot one that looked like they would stock the soda. One of the only non-alcoholic beverages that still use glass bottles, they have the favorite flavor of both women; Green Apple.
They were actually making great time today, because the speed limit on the highway out here is very high. There are no turns in the road and the ground is completely level so much less risk when you slam the petal to the floor.
Quinn propped himself on his side with an elbow to reach into the compartment between the front seats and grab a stick of gum, but brushed something. He furrowed his brow a moment and tried to grab the invisible object but it disappeared, and Nelly shifted a bit in her seat. A tail? But he cannot see it- which means there is an illusion up to HIDE the tail... which means it must be part of her REAL body.
He seen her glance at him briefly too. "A tail huh?"
"Uh huh... and? I go with a tail often..."
"But it's hidden, which means it is part of the real you."
Nelly huffed. "Or just a second layer to my appearance. I use transformation and illusion, remember. Just because the illusion is no tail doesn't mean the tail isn't a transformation."
"...really?"
Avalyn sighed, not taking her eyes off the road. "She has a tail."
Nelly blushed and sunk into her seat a bit. "Ouch, out me like that, huh?"
Quinn looked at Avalyn. "If I were to guess what she is, would you tell me if I got it right?"
Avalyn groaned, tilting her head a moment. "N-no. She... needs to do that herself."
Nelly crossed her arms and nodded confidently. "Av would never betray me!"
Avalyn glanced at her a bit annoyed before back to the road. "It is not even about identity at this point- Nel clearly has problems and just guessing what she is without her input won't help them."
The thing is that it would be impossible to guess anyway. She has two parents- if they were both transformed during her conception then she has traits from two different demi-humans, so you'd need to guess what combination of what two animals out of any animal in the world. Not only that- there is no guarantee her parents were not hybrids themselves! Nelly could be a jumble of any number of animal traits! Without at least knowing what her parents were, there is no way in hell you could even begin to guess what SHE is.
Nelly grumbled but then quickly leaned far over the car door to point ahead of them. "OH- that place! I bet they sell it!"
Avalyn sighed at her changing the topic quickly, but stopped the car at the shop she pointed at anyway. It is at the edge of a real small town, but the shop looks quite nice and probably has a pretty good selection. Nelly dashed in on her own while Quinn and Avalyn remained in the car.
Avalyn turned sideways to look back to Quinn. "Sooo... have you seen any of Silver Lining's streams?"
"Of course- you can't avoid them if you are around Nel. I haven't watched any on my own, but I think I must have seen over half of all her VODs by now anyway. Her handle is appropriate- woman's enthusiasm is radiant."
"Yea- Nel definitely gets her energy from her mother. She also got the lion's share of her traits from her."
"...so what was Silver Lining transformed into?"
Avalyn smiled sadly. "Sorry, no easy answers."
Quinn sat up and let out a long sigh. "Better sit up, sun is starting to cook me laid out like a patty on the grill. Nice with the wind rolling by, but once the car stops the heat really catches up fast."
Avalyn nodded, looking a bit concerned. "Wait, can you even sweat?" Quinn shook his head. "Oooh... you know there is a badlands up ahead?" Nelly started to run back to the car, holding up several packages to tell them she found stuff; Avalyn nodded to her but continued to talk to Quinn. "You might want to consider wearing something especially skimpy for tomorrow. Even I am going to switch to shorts and I have no fur."
"What about Nel?"
"She is already barely dressed."
"I meant does sh-"
"I know what you meant."
"Hrmm. Well. I am not sure how skimpy I can go- not like I have a swimming suit or anything. Skirt and no top would look especially odd."
Nelly furrowed her brows as she got into the car. "Wait, you have no swimwear?"
"No? Why?"
"But the huge lake at Atallia! You aren't going swimming with us when we are there?!"
"I... didn't think about it. I was slightly more absorbed into the whole 'permanently changing my body' thing to think about sightseeing..."
"Ooooh, we should go clothes shopping! Get you swimwear! I could find a nice new outfit to imitate too, hehe."
Avalyn agreed- a shopping trip would help lift morale from yesterday's run-ins and they were making good distance today anyway and could afford to stop early if they wanted. Nelly handed Avalyn a green apple flavored soda- she found them after all! The shop had some local made confections too though, so Nelly got herself a neat little treat- a cube of white chocolate encapsulating a puckerberry! Puckerberry look similar to raspberry but are white or blue, and isn't made up of a cluster of segments- the segments are just a texture on the outside skin. The berries range from white to blue and can actually be used to test the PH balance in the soil, because that is what determines what color the berry is- the higher the PH balance the more blue the berry... and also the more sour the berry. Nelly's white chocolate treat contained a deep blue one, so extremely sour in the middle of the smooth, creamy chocolate. For Quinn she handed a similar treat- a roasted almond encased in a cube of maple fudge. He did not even need to chew the fudge- he just let it sit on his tongue and his saliva melted it down, then the almond left a nice earthy aftertaste to cleanse the overwhelming sweetness.
Nelly used a map on her phone to chart their route- and their best bet for the night was a pretty big city coming up. Lydia- the woman who saved the world from the Second Wish actually originally lived in Talissian City. A fact the city made sure to openly advertise at every opportunity. Though not very wide; the city is very tall. As soon as they drove into its borders the car was cast in half-shadows. Extremely tall buildings touched the sky all around them, but were all metal and glass so they reflected the sunlight at multiple angles so even in the shadow of the immense structures it was rather bright. They also reflected the blue sky against their surfaces, making most of the city look blue-tinted or silver depending on the weather.
Compared to the open road it was extremely loud in Talissian due to the traffic and crowds. They ended up having to stop and wait at every single set of lights, but Quinn and Nelly did not mind- it gave them more time to take in their surroundings. Overpasses connected buildings at various levels looking almost like a web when viewed from far below.
Looking carefully enough- they even spotted some demi-humans here and there. During the Second Wish the people's instincts were louder than their conscious thoughts as animals and so they had zero restraint when it came to their sexual urges. Then the people who became hyper endowed... well; when the majority of your body is reduced to sexual features, there really is only so much you can do. Even people who kept their thoughts straight still ended up having sex just because they thought it was the end of the world and the last chance they would have to experience it. Anyone born as a result of those flings came out demi-human. They are not nearly common enough to be considered normal anywhere, but... they are also far from rare. A lot of the people from this area are most likely also just stopping through on the way to Atallia to 'fix' their non-human features with a wish of their own.
Nelly even blushed brightly and motioned to the other two to look when she spotted a woman who was a bit... extra endowed. She has a moose knuckle in her pants so big it looked like she dumped an entire fruit bowl into her panties and her breasts were the size of beach balls- thought a bit torpedo-shaped. Her parents must have been hyper endowed- and she ended up with male and female bits!
They also spotted a very large man with a head shaped like a great white shark's! He still had perfectly human skin, and he has nostrils at the end of the anvil-shaped head that a shark would not, but it's definitely not a human shaped head, and he has gills on his neck! That made the three of them wonder if they would still want to undo their bodies if they had his ability. He can breathe above and below water. Would they want to turn completely human, and give up the ability to breathe underwater? There are probably avian demi-humans who can fly as well. Would being pure human be worth giving up the ability to fly?
Avalyn's breasts were starting to enlarge and thanks to her shirt today being flexible but having thinner fabric- her enlarging nipples became immediately noticeable. But she insisted she was still fine for a while. She lasted till evening the day before- it is still middle of the afternoon today; they have time. The three of them had to stick really close together to make sure they did not get lost, even the mall they chose was many floors tall. Avalyn and Nelly stood on opposite sides of Quinn, but occasionally he could feel their tails brush against his. Avalyn's tail is abnormally long and has more control of its actions than a bovine does- and because she is a shy person by natural her tail has a habit of reaching out and coiling onto whatever is close by for comfort. Nelly and Avalyn were holding tails behind themselves. It would probably look weird to anyone behind them, because Nelly's tail was still currently invisible, so Avalyn's tail would just be hovering sideways.
Nelly looked at Quinn, pausing a moment before approaching a clothing shop. "Wait... are you getting women's clothes with me, right?"
Quinn paused in thought for a moment. "Actually... I don't know. Maybe I should go with guy clothes for swimwear. Obviously I can't rock a bikini top with nothing to put in it."
"Ouuuh... are you going to be okay to find a shop and get back here though? What if we miss each other?"
Avalyn held up the car key. "You could take the key and just meet us back at the car?"
Nelly laughed. "No trust me- we will be done shopping before he is."
Quinn shrugged. "That works though-you two go back to the car and hang out there, and I will just go there. I am sure I won't lose the exit."
Avalyn ended up just browsing- Nelly was the one trying things on and pondering buying a few items even though she did already have swimwear with her. Avalyn can't fit into most 'normal' clothes anyway because her bust is large by default and impossibly gigantic when maxed out. Never mind clothing- an entire queen sized bedsheet couldn't cover her bust when she is full. Pants are never long enough in the legs, and skirts are not really her thing. Her tail would unintentionally flash her panties if she wore a skirt anyway. Quinn ended up buying some dark navy shorts, but of course it took him over a half hour to settle on that. He also caught quite a few sideways glances from other customers since he was in a men's clothing store, wearing women's clothing.
He kept thinking of his other self, always badgering him in his dreams. He confidently wears his unique look and even custom modifies his clothing into his own unique style, but at the end of the day... he still doesn't know what his style IS. The man at the inn said most people spend a good chunk of their lives trying to make themselves unique... was that all Quinn is doing? He is already unique by default, so there is no reason his look needed to be too. So it should be about what he wants and what he is comfortable in. In terms of feel- the loose, flowing fit of women's clothing was more comfortable for him physically... but was he mentally comfortable in it? Men's clothing has more pockets and generally more utility, but is it worth it to feel imprisoned in the stiffer, more confined clothes? He modified many of his skirts to have pockets. He was increasingly frustrated with himself, feeling like he was telling everyone a lie every time he dawned an outfit. But it was as close to a real answer as he had, so there was no alternative.
Eventually he met back up with the girls and they decided to look for a place to stay next in Talissian. The next town is into the badlands so trying to reach it today would be a stretch, and they did not want to rely on finding an inn or motel along the way that may or may not exist. It was best to just settle here early. The first place they found however was all booked up already... and the next place. Most of the inns toward the heart of Talissian were booked up with business folk from out of town trying to stay as close to the job as possible while in the city. But this was also a tourist attraction thanks to the sorceress Lydia having been born and raised here before moving to Atallia, and anyone from the south looking to go to Atallia to get a wish also stops through here. There were dozens of inns and hotels all over the place, but every one they encountered was already booked full!
They started looking mid-afternoon and it was once again evening and Avalyn was starting to get dangerously milky again and they still could not find a room! Plenty of places to stay- but nothing available currently. The sun was starting to get heavy again and the city lights starting to click on to take its place- they were starting to worry there would not be a place to stay in Talissian. Which seems wild given how large the city is. They also did not exactly have a map of all known hotels- Nelly was doing her best to navigate for Avalyn using a map on her phone. They eventually found their way back through the center of the city making a sweep back to the other edge and found a massive hotel with several vacant rooms finally. Unfortunately... it is also very expensive.
Quinn walked back to the women who were pacing around in the lobby behind him, looking at all the art pieces on the walls. "Good news and bad news." He tossed Avalyn the room key so she could dash ahead again to milk herself. "The good news is we have a room."
Nelly tilted her head. "And the bad news?"
"As you can probably guess from the look of this place- its reaaaally expensive."
"How expensive..?"
"Expensive enough that I actually have no idea how we are going to budget the rest of the trip."
"Whaaat?! Well... don't get a room then! We can't call the trip off just to stay in a swanky place!"
"Avalyn was starting to bloat up, she needed a stop. I already got the room anyway, too late now. We won't call the trip off, we just have to... ration. A lot. We can cover gas, and I guess we will just have to look a little harder in our next stops for a really... really cheap place to stay."
"And dinners?!"
"Vending machine sandwiches?"
"Uuugh."
At the very least- the room was great. Extremely bouncy, firm beds with very fluffy pillows and blankets. Soft carpeted floors, large shower. Dinner and breakfast came packaged with the room- and there was apparently an underground club below the building that guests have free access to. The hotel is eight floors high so they definitely needed to use the elevator- which apparently makes Avalyn's boobs tingle when it's moving.
When they had dinner- they definitely felt out of place in the fancy restaurant. Place is so swanky there was a live harpist playing music for everyone the whole evening. The other guests kept glancing over at them. Not only are they demi-human... they don't look the type to be here. All the other guests were in fancy clothes or business attire. They were not the only demi-humans at least. Near the other side of the restaurant was a half-sea turtle woman who was getting plenty of looks herself, but seemed entirely oblivious to it.
Since it is free admission anyway, they decided to check out the club below the hotel that night. Quinn glanced outside and seen the nearly full moon and put a black jacket on over his outfit. The jacket weighed like twenty pounds thanks to over a dozen buttons and pins stuck in it, making it the clothing equivalent of a cork board.
Nelly looked at him getting dressed more than usual and then out the window at the night sky. "You... going to be okay? We have to go around the outside of the building to get to the club."
"Yea I know. Yea." He paused a moment before reaching up and undoing the chain on his piercings. "Uh, better take this off, just in case."
He put a baseball cap on as well, trying to shield himself from the moonlight. Like Nelly and Avalyn- Quinn has two forms, but moonlight is the catalyst for his change. The more moon, or the more he exposes himself to it- the faster the change. Since they are going to a club Nelly changed her look again- her clothes to a long neon pink skirt with white hem and a white turtle neck with pink hem. Her freckles expanded and shoved apart, multiplying as they spread across her and a fine pelt grew in. Nelly giggles as her feet stretched and bulk up into hooves and her entire body grows taller and taller! In a matter of moments she became over seven feet tall and her freckles became the geometric spots of a giraffe!
"There- this way you can't lose me in the crowd!"
Avalyn was already tall enough by default that no one was losing track of her. She also did not milk herself completely empty. She deliberately left her breasts a bit bigger than normal so that they would re-fill and let her empty completely tomorrow morning instead, which would prolong when she starts to engorge tomorrow evening. Avalyn wondered if she should swap her top out since her nipples are very easily seen pressed into the fronts but figured it would be darker lighting in the club anyway- people will be looking at the stage, not her. Hopefully.
The city definitely had a different look to it at night. Still a lot of people out and about but it was a lot quieter now- Avalyn and Nelly's hooves clacking on the parking lot echoed off surrounding buildings. Neon lights illuminate every street side and cars appear and disappear out from under the spotlights of the street lights. When they got to the back of the building, Nelly glanced at Quinn and noticed the fur on his legs was starting to turn grey and moved a bit faster. The club would be hard to spot if it wasn't for the hotel pointing it out- the neon sign marking the entrance isn't that big. They went down the stairs and hear the dull thump of distant base. Once the opened the door they could already hear the music- minus the treble which was blocked out by the final door in.
The place was packed- the club is not exclusive to the hotel. Up and coming bands play live on the stage while everyone else is packed in like sardines head bobbing and screaming along. Nelly had to duck to fit in the doorways but the roof in the club itself was high enough for her to move comfortably in. They heard Avalyn squeak quietly in embarrassment a few times as people brushed by her large breasts without even realizing.
They once again spotted the sea turtle woman- people had made a bit of a clearing to observe her- though due to her shell she was not especially mobile and her dance moves were kept simple. Most of the people who circled her were men- likely because she is topless. Thanks to her shell no shirt will fit her anyway, but her breasts also lack nipples and areola. They are not functional- her breasts are literally just spheres of fat and the same yellow-orange as the plastron that encase her abs, making her look much more muscular than she actually is.
Nelly tried to convince Avalyn to dance but she was too shy, so she started to dance with Quinn instead. As soon as people seen the towering giraffe woman, they cleared a small circle for them to dance in too. Her hooves clack loudly on the floor but it's still drown out by the music. One of the bands even dedicated their song 'to all the real party animals with us tonight', looking to the demi-humans in the crowd. There definitely isn't any places like this back in their home town. Or hotel rooms like that, for that matter. Even besides their objective; they are glad they were able to set out on this adventure. Even gladder they had each other to go with- none of them would have made this trip on their own.
A bit later a man and his buddy even approached Nelly. "Hey hot stuff. Damn, those are the best damn legs I have seen in my life and there is a bigger helping of them than on any other woman to boot. Don't tell me you heading to Atallia to ruin 'em?"
She smirked. "Maybe."
The man motioned to Quinn. "What is with the getup? You here to party, because it looks like a homeless man walked in."
Quinn sighed, nodding sadly- the cap and jacket is a bit off in here, especially in summer. "Yea... sorry, wardrobe was a bit limited because of the road trip."
The man looked back to Nelly. "So, how about a dance?"
"Uhm..." She motioned to Quinn. "My boyfriend is literally right there."
"Pfff, seriously? Man, you can do better."
The other man looked a bit drunk and approached Avalyn- she tried to slink away but there is too many people around to move around easily in.
"H-hey, damn, you br-*bruup*-brought the whole damn dairy with you."
She blushed brightly and crossed her arms the best she could over her fat nipples- they look erect outwardly just because they are so large; they aren't actually stiff. "I- I am with them. So."
"Then I wanna be with them too, hehah. You got... you got real pretty hair too. Hey you make milk? Can I have a taste, gimmie a shot, just p-put it in my glass 'ere." He held up his mostly empty beer mug.
Quinn stepped forward and tried to slap the guy for embarrassing the hell out of Avalyn, but the first man caught him by the wrist and held him back. "Now, now. He is just a little tipsy so he isn't eloquent with his words at the moment. Why don't you take a seat, kitty cat? Promise I will bring your girl back in one piece. Heh. If she wants you back."
Quinn yanked his hand free, huffed and stormed off to the exit. Nelly tried to stop him but the music was too loud for him to hear her from more than a foot away, and the crowd closed back in between them.
The man shrugged, reaching to take her hand. "See? Left you on the dancefloor, not very gentlemanly at all."
"Ugh, get bent."
The other man stumbled forward almost tripping into Avalyn as she tried to back up. As soon as he got his balance he reached up to cup her enormous breasts from below and a security guard grabbed the back of his shirt collar.
"Excuse me sir. If you'd really like the bovine experience..." He held up an electric baton around his side. "I can show you how this cattle prod feels shoved up your ass, if you touch that woman without permission."
Avalyn seen Nelly turn to leave and quickly moved to her side. The first man left his partner to the guard and followed the women close behind. "C'mon, seriously? I could show you both a good time, are you really that adverse to fun?"
"We were already having fun. With my boyfriend."
"Keep your options open, don't miss opportunities just because you don't want to hurt someone else's feelings."
He followed them out into the hall leading back to the stairs out and tried to catch up to them but their legs were longer than his and they could cover more ground than he can with each step. He reached out and grabbed Avalyn by the tail- the closest thing he could actually reach. She yipped in surprise and halted immediately, since her tail is rather sensitive. Nelly lifted her extremely tall legs and immediately put a hoof onto the man's chest.
"I will step on you."
He smiled, letting go of the tail. "Promise?"
"Ewww, I am SO done."
The two of them quickly dashed out but the man insisted on shadowing them. He managed to grab Nelly's hand because she had to slow down to duck to get up the stairs to the parking lot again.
"C'mon. I don't take no for an answer. What is it going to take for you to let me show you a wild night?"
Quinn grabbed the man by the face and slammed his head into the brick wall so hard he almost knocked him unconscious. The man's vision was an explosion of colors for a moment from the impact and the pain rang through his head like it was a bell.
"If her idea of a wild night is attending your funeral- you're already there."
Quinn now stood two feet taller than before, and his entire body is covered in jet black fur. A huge bushy tail slowly swished behind him, occasionally twitting upward in agitation. He is no longer a cat- he did not abandon the girls, he exposed himself to moonlight to deliberately swap forms, so he could pulverize this guy. The reason he took the chain out earlier is he has the full head of a wolf in this form as well- which means his face is considerably longer, which would have torn the chain out if it was still in when the shift happened. The jacket and hat is now the only thing that really sits on him properly- his other clothing is yanked so tight it could burst completely off if he makes any sudden movements.
During the Second Wish; his father turned into a werewolf, while his mother regressed into a house cat. Which... really makes you wonder how that went. They had to both be transformed in order to pass those traits to Quinn, but there is no way the phallus of a giant wolf is going to fit into a tiny house cat, so they must have been having sex WHILE transforming. Something Quinn himself has thought about before- unintentionally.
The man squirmed in his grip but he just lifted the man higher off the ground- pinned between the wall and Quinn's hand. His claws were much larger in this form ironically than as a cat. Nelly told him to drop it after a few moments- afraid Quinn might actually seriously wound this guy. They did not need someone's blood on their hands in a city they aren't even from. Quinn just curled his lips to flash the man his fangs before turning and throwing the man to the parking lot ground.
The three of them quickly evacuated the area.
Nelly looked at Quinn. "Hey... you okay?"
"I should be asking you that."
"I am sorry you had to transform for us. I will have to think of something to reward our brave hero~"
Avalyn paused, holding the other two back with her arm and motioning across the street from the front of the hotel- a gas station. She directed them all over to it, suggesting they stock up on liquids for tomorrow. They would be going through badlands tomorrow so it is going to be very hot- and she is especially worried about Quinn because he is completely covered in fur, and is incapable of sweating. The gas station is open at all hours of the night so they might as well grab something while they are out here already. It is already very late night- they will not be waking up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, that is for sure.
Quinn and Avalyn went in, but Nelly remained outside just looking over the city. The buildings were black against the deep blue of the sky. The moon is so bright its glow fills the entire sky- tapering off slowly to the horizon hidden behind the city. There is only one or two stars in the entire sky that Nelly can see- both the moon itself and the city lights make star-watching possible. The daytime is filled with the murmur of a million voices but the night is the soft whoosh of distant cars and the quiet tapping of footsteps all around. She can also hear the large moths hitting their head against the light over the gas station door.
Quinn comes out first, hands shoved in his pockets as he looks around a bit nervously. Nelly furrowed her brow a bit at him. "What did you get in there?"
"N-nothing, just looking around."
"What's in your pockets?"
"Nothing!" He backed up when she approached.
Nelly quickly lurched forward and grabbed his arm, pulling his left hand out of his pocket revealing the pack of smokes in his hand.
"Quinn!"
"Whatever, it is just one for the road."
Nelly quickly snatched it out of his hand, turned and threw it as far as she could. The moment she turned back he smacked her across the face- the sound echoed in the dark. Avalyn came back outside a moment later, just in time to miss the hit but see both their startled faces and Nelly's reddening cheek. Quinn looked horrified and was frozen in place, looking at his own raised hand like he did not know what just happened. Nelly just smirked.
"I... am so... so sorry." His hand was trembling now.
"I'm not." She turned and started walking back to the hotel.
Avalyn looked quite concerned. "Whaaaaat the FUCK did I just miss?"
"...a new contender for first place, on my long list of mistakes."
Nelly did not slow down, so they had to hustle to catch up to her- Quinn carried the bags of drinks for Avalyn at least. Back in the room Nelly hopped into the shower and Avalyn and Quinn flopped into the very plush beds. Quinn glanced over at Avalyn squirming and seen her taking her top off, quickly averting his eyes.
She smiled, having seen him look. "Sorry. I am not empty and I don't want to risk leaking in the bed by putting more pressure on them than I need to." She glanced over at him before she slipped under the blankets. "You just have... two nipples, huh?"
"W-what? Uh, yea, why?"
She blushed. "Oh! I was just wondering- because both dogs and cats have six to eight, right? Are you like... trapped in that form now? How does your charged form work? I quickly regress when I empty my milk, but you obviously aren't charged with milk."
"Sunlight. Moonlight empowers the wolf- sunlight kills it. So... I am stuck like this till dawn. I will turn back to normal pretty quickly if I get out of the moonlight before I completely turn, but once I am fully transformed; it's stuck."
"Hrm. Well, goodnight."
She slid under the blanket and flopped over- facing the windows. Their room is on the 6th floor so they have a pretty good view of the streets. Avalyn was already asleep by the time Nelly got out of the shower but Quinn couldn't sleep, or stop thinking about what happened tonight and questioning his identity still. He was on his way to change himself into a new shape and he still hasn't properly figured out his first shape. Does he just tell Astrelle to give him whatever human appearance? How can he direct her on what his appearance should be if he doesn't even know?
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He could not even look Nelly in the face as she left the bathroom, but she did not give him much of a choice. As soon as she flopped onto the bed she crawled on all fours over to him- she never put her clothes back on after the shower so she is moist and nude. Her body started to compress and shrink back down, but then her spots darken and her hide lightens. Her spots stretch suddenly into hundreds of thin stripes all over her, turning her into an anthro zebra! Her hair was pulled back and out into a Mohawk mane behind her, and a petite charcoal colored udder crowned her crotch even though she still has human breasts.
"Hehe~ time to reward you for saving us from those big bad drunks!"
Quinn turned away. "I hit you Nel. I can't fucking believe that."
"Ouf, so what? You were in a messed up place mentally- shit happens." She sat up- but was still straddling his hips with her thighs. "You said before that you are more aggressive in wolf form anyway."
"But it doesn't... alter my mind. It is just this shape... frustrates me. And it's so much more masculine than my other form that it... I dunno. Changes how I think I should act?" He covered his face with his hands, rolling them around. "Uuuugh, I feel like I am not even ready to see Astrelle. I don't have my shit together in the slightest. I don't really know who I am, or what I am trying to do. I am like a child chasing a butterfly because it looked pretty."
"You think I am any better? No one knows who I am, or what I am. I don't even have the balls to show you- my boyfriend. What kind of shit girlfriend hides something as basic as her own appearance?"
"YOU know who you are though."
"Yea, but I don't know who I will be tomorrow. I don't have much more direction than you do- but you aren't going to find it by looking backwards. We just take life one step at a time and see where we end up." She reached back behind her butt and squeezed his soft fluffy sheath through his skirt like she was honking a clown nose. "Now, how about you show me what this big boy is right now? I only rode the wolf twice so far still."
While most of Quinn converts wolf- it isn't a complete swap. His white fur turns black- his black brows turn white. But his eyes remain the same including their reflective iris, and his phallus adopts the added size and features of a canine cock, while still keeping the size and features his feline dick already had. He is already very well endowed for a feline- in this form he is extraordinarily large.
Her squeezing the sheath woke up his dick fast enough and caused the sheath to fatten as the contents grow. Nelly lifts her hips a bit, just long enough to shimmy his skirt and underwear down- he still wears men's underwear below the women's clothes, because panties could not contain what he is packing. Nelly teasingly sat forward a bit more and then rocked her hips back so the sheath was being dog-dogged between her enlarged equine butt cheeks. This also angled her black pussy forward so Quinn had a nice view of her ping-pong ball sized clit as it rhythmically popped out forward, engorging tight and then slipping back inside over and over; exposing the soft pink inner folds in short flashes. He also notices her udder bouncing a bit lower with each gentle rock of her hip against his fat sheath- she is growing her tits for him. Since Nelly can transform whenever she wants- it is sort of like having his own personal succubus; her body can reflect whatever his desires currently are.
Quinn's erection slid out of the sheath steadily- the end impacted slightly with a projected urethra like a canine phallus. The shaft gets progressively thicker the further out it goes, giving it a club-like shape to it, but the last third of it is also covered in a forest of small erect flesh barbs like a feline penis! As it emerged it filled Nelly's butt crack and prodded the underside of her tail. Ten and a half inches long with the girth of a tall, narrow can. There is a subtle bulge in the sheath still- a growing knot that will add another inch and a half once it forces its way out and scrunches the sheath down to make room.
Nelly grew the udder segments till they were the size of a cantaloupe each and wobbled up and down with the movement of her hips with incredibly elastic skin. The teats are wide but not long, and rotate around wildly as the fat behind them shifts wildly with any movement. She plaps the udder down on his lap, putting her hands on his chest and then moving her hips back; ready to sit again. The projected urethra of his tower of meat drags down over her hooded clit before flicking into the looser cleft between labia, then down the moist cleft till it hooked on the bottom loop of ebon skin. Nelly then lowered herself so his shaft dragged on the bottom of her vaginal passage as it entered, to make it easier to aim. His sheath fattened even larger; his knot swelling bigger. In this form; his balls are the size of a baseball each- and a canine's knot is generally the same size its balls are.
When she lowered herself on his shaft her fat udders slapped gently on his abs and wobbled violently from the impact. Her huge neon pink clit clenched and popped out every time on the downward stroke, causing her to bow forward slightly so the clit drags across the exposed shaft till it is re-swallowed by her hungry pussy. The barbs grip her inner walls and bend and flick across the muscle ribs, causing the inner walls of her pussy to undulate wildly, trying to swallow the cock deeper. Nelly grinned and suddenly all her stripes changed colors- and continued to change in pulses from her hooves to her face! They fluctuated an entire rainbow of colors and even glow with a dim light, giving him a pretty light show to watch while she rides him!
His knot swelled larger, straining the flesh of his sheath, so when Nelly's thick black labia press down to kiss its opening she pushes the sheath back a bit further down; and the knot prevents it from sliding back up. With an equine vulva she would have no problem taking his knot at all- she had to be careful of her form taking his wolf dick normally, because she is by default a very petite woman and his knot would absolutely destroy her if she didn't alter her shape. Nelly had to angle herself back, and Quinn lifted his legs up to help prop her up with his upper legs. In equine form the underside of the base of her tail is actually naked flesh- and the fluffy fur on his ballsack is unintentionally tickling her there, making her giggle a bit. She shifted her hooves forward and he held her ankles with his padded hands.
Nelly grunted and shoved forward onto his knot, creating a quiet squelching sound as their mixed genital lube was forced out around the bulb of hard flesh to make room for it. Once he was halfway inside the curvature caused it to abruptly pop the rest of the way in and her engorged labia wobbled as they collapsed back together around the back of the knot. Quinn groaned from the surge of pleasure- trying to muffle himself so they did not wake Avalyn; though she is really, completely out. The knot is engorged so large that it pulls all of the nerves taut and close to the surface making it extremely sensitive even compared to the rest of the cock- the underside of the knot especially. So the highest pleasure spike is when he is completely hilted inside of her and she just starts to pull off- the air-tight seal causes her labia to suck on the knot as they pull up to about the halfway point before she shoves back down and swallows it back in, never completely breaking the vacuum seal around his dick.
She shoved her tail onto the bed beside his- between his legs and leaned even further back pulling a bit further, teasingly sucking the knob of his dick and surprised them both when she broke the seal- creating a brief loud sucking sound and causing a shock of pleasure to fire through both of them! The shock was too much for Nelly, and caused her to shudder in orgasm, but that took the strength out of her limbs and caused her to heavily slam back down onto Quinn and ram his dick as deep into her as it could go. His sheath squashed under her fat labia between them and her bloated ebon udders sloshing forward across his gut. The underside of her udder felt so warm against him. Her pussy shuddered and rippled wildly in orgasm, which caused an unrelenting tide of pleasure on Quinn as the flesh rippled around his shaft and sent him into orgasm only a moment into hers! He yanked up on her hooves, pulling her down tight against his crotch, making her squeal, and causing a spritz of lube to escape her pussy. In orgasm; all her stripes stopped their color shift on pink and flashed bright enough to dimly illuminate the entire room in neon pink before burning out and returning to dormant black.
Depending on how you look at it, that was one advantage of having demi-human sex; they never need protection. There is no other person in the world with the exact same traits as they have, and thus no one in the world is genetically compatible with them- they can't get pregnant, even though they are technically still fertile.
They were both too tired to get cleaned up- Nelly did not even climb off his cock, she just sat up and then flopped forward onto him, squashing her breasts and udder into him.
"Hmmm~ my big bad wolfy."
"Do you like riding the wolf, more than the cat?"
She smirked but did not open her eyes again. "I just like YOU, silly." There was a long pause. "Wanna know a secret?"
"Mmm, hit me."
"That little light show?"
"Yea?"
"That wasn't an illusion."
Wait, what?! That was her REAL body? Her true form has bioluminescent stripes? Or, wait, not necessarily stripes. When in human form they are freckles- so she has bioluminescent freckles? What the heck creature did those traits come from? As fast as that made Quinn's thoughts spin- exhaustion was stronger and he fell asleep quickly regardless, with Nelly resting on top of him.
----- [center][color=cornflowerblue][b]Chapter 3 : Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk[/b][/center][/color] -----
The next day Avalyn mentioned having some oddly erotic dreams- Nelly had a good guess as to why but didn't mention that part. Luckily the couple still woke up before her so they could get cleaned up- because Avalyn needed to milk herself as soon as she woke up thanks to her plan to switch her schedule. She woke up with a huge tit depressing the bed on either side of her torso- having grown too large to sit on her chest; they were sitting beside her rather than on her. When she sat up they clapped together loud enough that Nelly heard and laughed.
They all headed downstairs for their huge breakfast in the fancy restaurant. This stay blew a hole straight through their budget, so this would be their only taste of luxury. Given how Quinn's father isn't too impressed with him to begin with he reaaaally does not want to have to call home and try to negotiate more money... but technically if they get in REAL trouble- that IS an option. The sky was matte white today in the city, and Quinn decided to take the wheel for the majority of today to give Avalyn a bit of a break- since she won't be bloating up huge till the evening when they would stop anyway, she can swap in later now. Nelly was willing to take the wheel too- since the odds of encountering the police out in the middle of nowhere is slim but the other two refused. Never mind the police- Avalyn doesn't want her father's prized ride to get totalled.
It was cool out without the sunlight; the wind on the open road made it too cold to keep the top down, but once the entered the flats they had to drop the top immediately- the clouds were heading south, they are driving north. The moment the car rolled out into the sunlight again the metal shell of the vehicle started to drink in the heat.
Avalyn is in the back, wearing a very stretchy black sleeveless crop top with yet another pair of jeans- but these have been torn to make short-shorts. She has a few bracelets on her tail today too- though her tail is not nearly thick enough, it is mobile enough for her to bend it in a way where they cannot slide completely off. She swings the end of her tail in a circle, rolling the bracelets around to amuse herself.
Nelly has dark red-brown skin today to resist the sunlight, and her hair is dark red with a cyan streak on either side of her face. She looks like she is wearing a short white pleated skirt, and sleeveless crop top like Avalyn- but what she is ACTUALLY wearing was anyone's guess.
Quinn wore his baseball cap again so the sun doesn't cook his face- the bill of the hat keeps it off his cat muzzle. Problem with things that are white is they do not hold heat like black does, but they heat up much, much faster than black. He needs moonlight to turn into his charged form so it isn't like he can trigger it for his convenience. He has a black T shirt on with a white vest on over it so his arms are almost totally bare. He has pale blue jean shorts on down below, and has no socks on below his shoes.
Nelly hummed in thought while looking at her phone. "So, I guess technically these are not wastelands or badlands. The map calls them 'scablands'."
Avalyn shrugged. "Guess that makes sense- we are on a pretty steep incline right now- the whole area is pretty high over sea level."
"What the heck are scablands?!"
"Didn't pay attention in geography class? Basically a giant rocky area that was scratched clean by ice as it melted from the last ice age. It is solid rock below so plants cannot grow here because their roots can't pierce solid stone, and the ice scraped off all the nutrients that was formerly in the soil. So you have this craggy, desolate, deadzone."
Because of a lack of tree to block the wind and catch seeds from other trees and plants- the wind blasts almost anything that would have settled in the area. Since the ground is mostly solid rock; rather than absorb rainwater, it all just runs off, forming deep veins in the stone making the ground almost look broken here- webbed with deep cuts. All those crags do still collect dust and wandering seeds, which eventually decay and create harvestable soil- so the area is not completely devoid of life. There are birds in the sky, hardier bugs and reptiles on the ground, and smaller plant life that forms bountiful clusters dotted here and there. The flat rocky ground radiates the heat of the sun back up and creates a sweltering heat however. Even with the top down- the fast moving wind ripping past as they drive is even hot.
Quinn started to slow the car down, groaning after two hours.
Avalyn looked at him in concern. "You okay?"
"Just my eyes- the sun off the road is cooking my eyeballs."
"Oh- I have a pair of aviators in the glovebox."
Nelly kicked the button with her knee to pop open the glovebox and handed Quinn the sunglasses, but also found a harmonica and handed it back to Avalyn. "Oh, look what I found."
Avalyn huffed, taking it. "Might as well- the radio keeps cutting out. We are too far from any radio towers out here."
Quinn glanced over to see what they were talking about. "Oh, you play the harmonica?"
Avalyn just nodded, and started playing an extended version of 'hit the road, jack' on her harmonica.
Nelly looked at Quinn. "She is really good at drawing too." Nelly's face darkened a bit as she slumped back in her seat, looking at her phone. "Today is going to be rough though. From the looks of the map- there are no stops. The next closest town is... NOT close. Probably because the desolate wasteland is unlivable, so all the populated routes go around it, not THROUGH it."
Quinn sighed. "But that would take at least an extra day to go all the way around. And our funds are already questionably low for how far we still need to go. Plus we need to make the return trip..."
She nodded. "Well, maybe there is some tiny nowhere places to stop that aren't even on the map. But from what I can tell- there is absolutely nothing till the other side, which will take us the entire day to reach so... buckle up."
And there really was nothing at all. No sign of human life other than the road itself. No side roads, no power or phone lines, no buildings, not even any other vehicles on the highway with them- absolutely nothing. Avalyn played a great harmonica rendition of 'Turn The Page' as well, before switching to just free-playing random melodies as she went. By the afternoon their water bottles were mostly empty. Being covered in fur- Quinn was really bad off, and the other two gladly let him take the most water, reminding him to keep drinking constantly, afraid he was going to pass out on them. He insisted he was alright- but because he cannot sweat, his mouth was open constantly breathing heavily to get rid of heat from evaporated moisture on his nose and mouth... which naturally made him thirsty, fast.
Nelly started to check her phone more often to update them on their position on the map- and told Quinn to book it over the speed limit a few times. There are no cops out here- even if there was; they would be able to see the police from three miles away because the ground is so flat and empty! It was late afternoon- their water supply was dwindling and the car was starting to run out of gas! It is a sports car... it's not really meant to be fuel efficient.
Nelly put the remaining three bottles in the middle of the two front seats so Quinn could reach them. "Here- you finish off the rest. We will take care of ourselves."
"W-what? You guys need to drink too!"
"We have our own supply."
Nelly unfastened her seatbelt and squirmed her way over her seat to the back. As dangerous as that sounds in a speeding vehicle with the roof down- Nelly does not easily lose her balance. She can actually walk up walls, so her hands and feet lock to whatever surface she grips- you can't break her grip. Quinn was still going to protest, wondering what she was even doing but found out soon enough in the rear view mirror.
Nelly climbed up onto Avalyn and poked one of her bloating tits. Avalyn blushed and seemed to shrink back, but after a few moments she decided it was fine- there is clearly no one around other than Quinn to see them. Avalyn rolled her shirt up over her breasts and Nelly immediately lifted one tit up and latched onto a fat, slowly growing nipple and started sucking! Avalyn's milk production ignores the conservation of mass- she is a limitless faucet of liquid. Milk isn't nearly as hydrating as water obviously, but if the supply has no end to it, they can just keep drinking till they are hydrated regardless. Avalyn would already be bloated giant by now on other days, and is only holding on because she milked herself in the morning instead. Having Nelly drinking from her would regress her a bit and allow her to hold out even longer. The remaining water goes to Quinn which helps him last longer. That just leaves the car. How long can its gas hold out? If their car dies out here they will REALLY be in trouble.
It was a bit distracting for Quinn though. He kept seeing movement in the rear view and glancing back instinctively only to be reminded the only thing moving for miles around them is the girls in the back seat. The breasts were so soft and bouncy Nelly mushed her whole face into the boob, cradling its sides gently to usher the milk forward. The milk tasted good, and it gave her needed hydration but also knowing that the fluid was made by her best friend made it even sweeter- she was filling herself with her friend. Avalyn's breathing became heavy and her face flushed and ears heated up, but she tried her best to remain straight-faced, knowing Quinn could see them with a glance in the mirror.
Nelly's ravenousness turned her on. Being used as a milk dispenser was embarrassing. Being exposed in the open and so close to a boy was embarrassing. But being able to provide so much milk, and being so eagerly enjoyed filled her with an odd sense of pride. Nelly's suckling created a soft pleasure around her engorged teats, but the jets of milk tickled the inside of the nipple as it surged out- scratching an itch that could not possibly be touched any other way. It makes being milked awkward sometimes, because it feels very sexual even when it's not and you are trying to make it not be. It would probably help if she were milked by anything that wasn't an adult already. Nelly giggled and kissed her on the lips a few times, catching her by surprise and REALLY making her blush hard- she could taste her own milk on Nelly's lips.
They were getting real nervous by the time the next city came into view on the horizon. The car's fuel gauge was already at E. According to the car, it was already out of fuel, but still running somehow. The gauge must not be completely accurate. Avalyn was started to bloat up a bit even despite Nelly's drinking, but she could not drink any more or her gut might pop. They finally rolled into the shade of the buildings of this city and sighed. This city is Orlod; not as large or as modern as Talissian but still big enough that you should be able to find anything you need. The sky was already turning purple by the time they got into Orlod. Nelly told Quinn to give her the card- there was a motel and a hotel within two blocks of each other nearby a mall so they decided to split up. Quinn and Avalyn would go to the mall to get supplies since they drank every drop of water they had getting here. Since they are relatively close together- Nelly would go on foot to the hotels to get a room. If one doesn't have a room the other hopefully will- they are both within walking distance to the mall anyway.
The two groaned when they entered the mall- immediately seeing most of the shops had the metal grate down over them already. It was so late the mall was already closing- they were going to have to go fast. Avalyn had to go to the bathroom, so she dashed to the nearest bathroom while Quinn ran around trying to find a shop that sold beverages that was still actually open. He heard the grate closing on several more shops as he scurried around but nothing was open.
He grunt in frustration, mussing the fur on his head. "Fuck, everything is closed already." He took out his own phone to check the time. "Wow, half past ten. What a day. My body temperature is still cooking..." There was an electronic buzzer sound and then a clack as all the lights turned off. "UUUUH, what?!" He looked around to see if he could see any guards or something. "HELLO? We are still in here."
The actual mall shutdown sequence is only manually activated- the shutdown itself is automatic to make sure no one forgets a door to lock. By the time he tried to yell out to someone- everyone was already out of the building. He just got into the city so he had no idea what time it was or when the mall closed... normally this sort of thing isn't a problem, so the guards don't generally linger longer than they have to. Everyone else cleared out just as Quinn and Avalyn entered- so they managed to get inside after the guards did their final sweep of the mall, but just before the doors locked. Avalyn heard a quiet beep from the bathroom door as she opened it, which was odd because it did not beep when she entered, and then as soon as the door closed behind her, it beeped again and clicked. She tried to re-open it but the handle didn't move. Now that she is outside; it auto-locked for the night.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment before both groaning at the same time. They dashed to the exit but seen no one who could open it. They tried to run to the other exits to see if they could spot a guard as they are leaving but could not even get to the other exits. There are steel grate partition walls that close off the major hallways as well as the individual shops, so they only had access to the main hall on a third of the overall mall. They can't get out... the only way to leave the mall is to wait till it is re-opened... tomorrow morning.
Quinn called Nelly to tell her the bad news. Nelly also had a bit of bad news- both places had rooms but thanks to their last stop; the rooms are a bit out of their price range. Quinn told her to only get a single room- he and Avalyn were trapped in the mall till tomorrow morning, so obviously they did not need a bed. Nelly was worried and asked if she could do anything but there wasn't anything to be done. If they can't get out from the inside; she sure as hell isn't getting in from the outside. They would have to rely on their cellphones to keep them entertained and... sleep on the mall benches. They would need Nelly to round up an extra big breakfast for them tomorrow because they also can't get dinner. Heck- they can't even get back into the bathroom, so the janitor is going to have to clean out one of the mall planters tomorrow too.
Nelly wanted to stay on the phone with them, but Quinn told her to go get comfortable. She is the only one of them who can. He could see behind her that she was still wandering around on the streets, and did not want her to get jumped by some weirdo or stay out all night worrying about him. There was only some distant light from signs of other shops that bled into the large hall from the exit doors- beside that, the mall was pitch black.
Quinn sighed after a while of pacing around aimlessly. "Can you even see anything? My eyes adjusted, but my irises are reflective..."
Avalyn shook her head. "Just faint outlines." She gently rubbed her breasts with a worried look on her face.
"Starting to fill, huh?"
"Yea, and nowhere to milk myself." She looked at him but as soon as he seen her looking he realized where his own eyes had been and averted his gaze. "S-sorry about Nelly bringing up the whole... threesome idea."
Quinn chuckled, crossing his arms and shrugging. "She has always been wild- you don't need to apologise for her."
Avalyn's face reddened and she lowered her head. "Th-that... wasn't her idea."
Quinn looked at her confused for several moments before finding his words again. "YOU suggested a threesome?"
"No! Well... sort of." She whimpered, her eyes getting a bit watery from the sheer embarrassment of it. "I am all messed up. She only suggested that to try and save me. I am not even sure wishing myself human from Astrelle will even solve anything..."
Quinn plopped down on the bench beside her, still quite confused. "What do you mean? You seem the most composed out of us three... although I guess that isn't setting the bar very high."
She was too ashamed to actually look at him, she just hugged her breasts softly for comfort. "Nelly is the only person who ever became my friend and it's only because she is so stubborn, and broke through to me. If I ever lost her... I wouldn't even try to look for a new friend. I would just be alone. I got a little panicked when she got a boyfriend, thinking I was going to lose her. Her solution was a threesome... try to somehow balance a three-way relationship."
"What about when she was with Tim?"
Avalyn shook her head. "He is too by-the-books, she never suggested it to him because she knew the idea would fall flat. But Tim knew about us... that we were still sort-of together."
"But... what do you think about the threesome?"
She squeaked in embarrassment. "I don't know? I am not against it, I guess? I don't want to suggest it either! 'Let the chips fall where they may'." She shook her head. "She shouldn't need to wedge me into her relationships in the first place. I should be able to get my own frie- fuck!" She looked down startled as her breasts jostled abruptly on their own!
A seam burst below her arms on either side, creating a gap in the fabric! She is outgrowing her top! Too big for human clothing to contain.
"Your changes speed up the more full you get."
"And my milk production speeds up too, so I fill faster. That is part of the issue! I am all over the place! I don't want to be a huge, leaky mess of flesh!" She looked at him with pleading eyes. "But I want to be big. I want to be milked..." She squeaked again as another few threads snapped.
Her body was reaching its limit and the fact she has been petting her boobs for the last twenty minutes did not help the situation at all- massaging them speeds up her production. She did not want to speed it up, but also instinctively squeezes her own tit flesh for comfort.
Quinn furrowed his brows trying to understand. "You... like being milked, but don't want to be? Is it because of what other people think? You milk yourself in private anyway- no one needs to, or should know what you do on your own time, so it should be fine?"
"Hnngh... eeh-it is... worse than that. I... haah. S-sorry, I can't hold it in! There is too much."
She took her arms away revealing the growing wet spots on her shirt and arched her back. The moment her back bend the seams shredded all the way up! The sides of her shirt burst easily, but then the sudden shift in pressure exploded forward as her breasts surged out of their prison and then re-caught. Because the pressure shifted so quickly it created enough force from the motion to split her collar and the front of her shirt tore down the middle to the halfway point, causing her boobs to billow out on the sides and up out of the top. This gave them enough room to sit comfortably- for the moment.
"Couldn't... breathe. I am... sorry. I want to say I am not a pervert but I think that's a lie." She gently touched her breasts and moaned as a lazy stream of milk erupted from her fattening teats strong enough to filter straight through the fabric of the remnants of her shirt. "When I was a teen... I think I was fifteen at the time... I deliberately let myself go. I waited till my parents were out for a few days and I refused to milk myself. I was afraid of what would happen, because I already get so big. I... wanted to erase myself." She is breathing heavily now, the pleasure nerves in her breasts keep stretching longer which causes a mild but incessant pleasure to glow in them.
"What..? How?"
"I become progressively m-mo-ooooh..." Her ears grew much wider and cinched at the base, gaining mobility as they fully turned to large, leaf-shaped bovine ears and flopped over, no longer able to hold up their own weight and she pointed to them. "I get progressively m-moore bovine in my charged state. I get along easier with cows than humans, I was tired of wondering what the hell I am. I wanted to turn com-m-mpletely into a cow."
He did not have to ask her what happened to that idea. She didn't turn into a complete cow. Her charged state doesn't go that far. Even completely mutated she is still a decent bit human. She can't be completely human nor completely cow, she will always have a bit of one or the other.
"You can milk yourself into one of the planters since we can't get to the bathrooms." She shook her head. "I... can help, if you need?" He was struggling to figure out what to do in this situation. Quinn wants to help her but a woman's breasts are a delicate matter, so he can't just reach out and grab them abruptly.
"N-no. It is too late. Just let m-mme go."
"Av..."
"I... no. I want it, let it out. Hnnngh~" Her shirt collar started to slowly rip lower and lower, her breasts still bloating out at an uninterrupted speed. "That is the problem. It feels too good to fight."
Her breasts became so large that she curled over to rest the bottoms on her lap. Quinn remained beside her and quiet, letting her talk. Avalyn is breathing heavily and her thoughts swimming because of her body assaulting her with pleasure, so she spoke with long interruptions. She likes to draw, she likes to play music, and she likes being with Nelly. She even enjoys being with Quinn- even though their trip has had several bumps along the way she has really been enjoying her time. Those are all human things. But she gets along better with cows than any other people, she likes being milked, and she sometimes even imagines herself as an animal. Being simple minded, being milked by someone else while just lazing about without a care in the world. It was a harmful fantasy though. What you want in the heat of the moment isn't meant to persist all the time, nor would it be good for you even if it could be sustained. It was a fantasy for her sexual arousal, for her charged state... not a wish for reality. But she cannot help but be conflicted.
Even her breast size... she was very young when she first got her breasts years ahead of any other girls. They were like a curse then, a constant embarrassment and they are always jutting out in front of her- she cannot hide them, they are always visible. Those early days left scars on her emotions, she cannot forget that embarrassment.
But when she matured, her breasts brought a very different set of emotions. Now men dropped to their knees for them. She could reduce them to brainless drones by swinging her breasts around- abusing their hormones to manipulate them however she wanted. It isn't in her nature to abuse that sort of power... but the fact it is there at all is... intriguing. Other women were jealous of her suddenly. She was producing milk! She could MAKE food, endlessly. Suddenly her breasts were a source of pride, power, and... pleasure. But being so beautiful also attracts attention even when she does not want it; this Quinn has seen first-hand at the bar the other night. Avalyn is a very shy person normally, so she only likes attention in very small doses. She has to build herself up to socializing, she can't just get tossed into a social situation randomly and hope to survive. And she has all the usual problems of people not liking demi-humans simply because they are different. Treating her like a diary animal, a sub-human.
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As she talks to Quinn her breasts get fatter and fatter, billowing out the sides because that is where the most room was created but the tear in the front advanced as well. Quinn was getting nervous about how far she wanted to let this slip, but also wouldn't dare touch her without her explicit permission. It seemed like she wanted to go all the way. Whatever her fully charged form is.
Her teats dripped milk constantly now whether she touched her breasts or not. Her shirt finally exploded open and she straightened her back- her breasts never left her lap. They are so large she can sit up fully and they're still resting on her thighs. Her nipples are now so large they look like chubby fingers.
"I don't know anything, Quinn. What should I be? Animal or human? Should I force myself to go find new friends or keep clinging to Nel?"
"Look- do what you want to do. It is your life. It doesn't have to make sense. It doesn't have to be either black or white. You aren't human, but you're not a cow, either. You are Avalyn."
She moaned and shuffled herself around- she had to lean back now to make room for her growing breasts so she climbed up onto the bench onto all fours to rest them onto the other side of the bench itself.
She grinned weakly, her body still flinching slightly from pleasure jolts as she continues to grow. "My charged state is absurd. But m-mu-my shirt is ruined already, and there is no one around to even witness it, except you. I think I have seen enough... to know I can trust y-yoou. This form shouldn't be let out if I can help it but it feel so good, like a satisfying stretch that keeps going and going~"
Her nipples sprayed in several directions, very thin streams, but also one larger stream forward. Her areola bloated out into their own curvature separate of the rest of her breasts- because she had milk cisterns in her, like an udder would have. Her breasts swelled enough that she placed her hands on their sides- still leaned forward. Her breasts were holding her up off the bench on their own. And still bigger she grows. Her lips turn from diffused red to pink, and her nostrils start to slowly enlarge. Her nipples are now larger than shot glasses! Like a drop of food coloring landing on her, several black splotches appeared on her skin! They started as pin pricks but exploded in size very quickly- they are mostly black, but surrounded by a border of blue-silver, and unlike the splotches on her upper back all the time- they do not have a uniform shape. They stand out quite sharply against her pale peach toned skin, since she has no fur even fully charged.
Quinn motioned to a large spot forming on the top of her left breast. "Are there any funny shaped splotches? Like a birth mark shaped like a bird or something?"
She chuckled. "Weh...w-we'll see. They are different every time I transform- the spots on m-m-my back are the only ones that stay the same, because I have themm-mm even when I am empty."
"The uh, mooing... that part of the actual transformation or are you-"
She shook her head causing her big ears to flop back and forth. "It... m-my voice stays the same but... it's... a m-mooental tick. It gets hard to think."
There are bulges on her forehead over her temples now- horns starting to grow in. She suddenly lurches forward as her breasts grow too large and force one another off either side of the bench, causing her to collapse forward, and her breasts to hit the floor on either side! Thanks to not being able to keep her own hands off her tits; Quinn could see her nails are starting to turn grey and enlarge as well.
Milk was forming a large puddle on either side of the floor now under her, her breasts starting to lift her again even though their bottoms were on the floor and she is on a bench! Her nipples as big as a soda can each! Avalyn shoved her hands into her tits and arched back with a sharp cry as her hands clicked and cracked rapidly changing shape! Her thumb regressed in size and her entire hand stretched out- her nails turning from grey to black as they enlarged massively! In only a minute her thumb was entirely gone, her outer two fingers folded back and regressed in size and the two middle fingers grew massive! Her hands transformed entirely into cloven hooves... which means she is incapable of milking herself past this stage, because she can't grab anything!
More splotches erupted into existence across her skin at random and still her breasts grew larger and fatter. Even if she had hands- she would not be able to reach her own teats around the curvature of her breasts anyway, and she contains so much milk it will probably take over a half hour to empty again! She lows several times like a cow- but her voice is still perfectly human, so it just sounds like someone trying to impersonate a bovine. Her horns only grow large enough to draw the skin back off themselves- they are neither long enough nor sharp enough to actually penetrate anything; they don't get any bigger than that. In the empty mall the sound of more milk splashing down into the massive puddle echoes.
She panted loudly a few times, trying to catch her breath a bit. "So w-what... do you think of them-mmmuh?"
"Huh?" Well that seemed like a loaded question.
"Nel loves them... her oOOUwn chest is flat as a board so... and yoOou're a boy. I bet... yOOUUU- hm. Mmm..."
He blushed a bit, glancing away. "W-well. They are impressive and... I guess pretty amazing but, frankly I am more concerned about you."
"Mmm~ hmhm, they won't hurt me." She was starting to forget her embarrassment a little bit, her conscious thoughts sunken too low in the mire of arousal.
"Yea but... you know what I mean, right? They're obviously a problem for you, and you can't even stand up right now... and you're still growing!"
"I ammm-MUH! I... mmooo. Avalyn safe. I trust you... we will fix this before anyone finds us." She face-planted her own cleavage. "There is a threshold of emMMbarrassment and worry where you just burn out. It's fine, whatever. Just enjoy the ride~ I am too burned ouUUt to worry anymoOOore."
Avalyn is now propped up partially in her own cleavage even as her boob s spread horizontally further due to her weight on them. She motions for Quinn to come closer with a hoof- he is standing in the milk puddle already anyway, it fills most of the huge hall.
"Y-yooOOu can t-touch, if you want. It's okay."
He blushed. "W- er, I mean, it's..." He reluctantly reached forward- the look in her eyes told him she wanted him to.
Her breast felt so hot, and astonishingly firm for how grotesquely huge it is- though they are also bloated full with milk. Her nipples were still growing too- now insanely large. Her nipples are the same girth and length as his entire upper arm! You can't even touch your fingers and thumb together around its girth without squashing the flesh in on itself! That makes it difficult for ANYONE to milk her. You can't get a nipple that big into your mouth, unless you have the largest mouth in the world.
Her nostrils flare larger and the pink of her lips spreads across them, forming a perfect square of moist, textured flesh as her skull starts to let of pops and cracks of its own like her hands had. The bridge of her nose expands massively and her jaws start to push out, pulling her entire face longer! Her tongue grows massive inside of her mouth- her teeth grow huge but remain the same human shape.
Avalyn let out a mixture of whimpers and moans as her face deformed into the shape of a cow- though it did not grow so far out that it forced the rest of her skull to reform, so even fully transformed there was still a bit of human in her head. Her eyes still faced forward, and she still has her long shimmering black human hair. Quinn had to inch back twice as her breasts continued to enlarge. He gently massaged the surface, making her moan and the milk to flow from that tit faster than the other. He could see and feel the flesh pulsing- her pores pulling perfectly smooth and making the skin look wet before relaxing again.
Avalyn really started to low, breathing very heavily with a bit of a desperate look on her face, making Quinn speak up in concern. "A-are you okay?"
"Aaaaah~ n-naah, moo- I mmmean...nngh. Too... much."
"Is there-?"
"Just give m-m-mmmoo a minute!"
Quinn took another step back and stopped rubbing her, looking worriedly at her breasts. Avalyn herself cannot even see what she looks like in the dark- all she can see is the dim light from outside reflecting off the moist surface. Quinn however seen how vibrantly pink her skin tone was becoming, which thanks to her growing sort of made it look like she was approaching critical mass- about to actually explode. It is actually the coloration of her teats- the edge of her areola is fading further and further out, turning the rest of the boob pink. The color only advanced to a third of her tits before stopping- but that is still a lot of surface to cover. It also now had such a gradual fade to her normal skin color that it was extremely difficult to even perceive the edge at all even if the area was lit. Her nipples seemed to bloat thicker rapidly now, making them look oddly shaped and they started to release milk automatically in heavy pulses, making a wet slapping sound as the milk hit the floor.
"H-h-here it c-comes~"
Quinn wanted to ask what was coming but she was too breathless to reply anyway. She would have screamed from the explosion of electric, almost itchy pleasure as the pressure in her magnified, but she is so out of breath it only came out as a desperate squeak. Her breasts surged in size but the growth was toward the base- making her breasts look almost tear-drop shaped, but... facing the wrong direction; the front was the pointy end. There was a sound like two wet surfaces peeling away from one another and from the base outward- her teats started to divide!! As soon as the divide went through the tip the bloated mass of her obese tits wobbled back into a spherical shape and equalized and the two teats flicked away from one another, wobbling erratically and scattering a mist of milk drops into the air. Now each breast had TWO nipples as thick and long as his upper arm! They are spaced apart by about five inches; the space created in the final surge.
With a deep burbling sound her growth finally stopped after about an hour and a half total. The final surge that peeled her nipples apart was the last of her growth. This is Avalyn's fully charged state- she doesn't get any worse than this. Though still technically breasts; her mutated mammaries outwardly resemble a giant udder better than anything a human would sport. Her breasts are so colossal that fully resting against the floor the tops of her breasts are level with Quinn's neck. And since their weight causes them to squash out further horizontally than vertically- they are over five feet in diameter. Quinn cannot even begin to guess how much they weigh. If they were on the second level of the mall they may have just fallen through the floor.
"Muh- mm-moo." Avalyn furrows her brow, knowing that isn't what she was trying to say but cannot think of the words. "Muhuu-mmmmummou." She leaned against her breasts heavily, pressing her own face into the cleavage and rolling her cheeks against the bloated curve of either tit.
She reached forward, like she was trying to grab him across the tops of her ocean of tit flesh, but it was hard to tell because she has no fingers. Quinn leaned across taking her hoof, and then she pulled him forward catching him by surprise! She hooked her other hoof on his other arm and pulled him into her! She forced him to stumble forward and wedge himself into her cleavage, then just put a hoof over either of his shoulders and held him there a long moment.
She blushed so brightly it almost looked like she burst a vein. "I am-mm so shy, heeelp."
"H-huh?"
"Please... just... touch me?" Her voice was tiny but there was no other sound in the empty mall so he could still hear her fine.
Quinn managed to pull his arms up out of the fat wobbling tit flesh and put them around her shoulders, then hugged her to drag himself the rest of the way through her cleavage and to her actual body.
"Mmm~" Her ears wiggled happily. "I am a really touchy sort of person."
"Well I see how Nelly gets real feely around you- and I guess she knows you well."
"Mmm~ but I am so shy. Having a randommm person or somm-mmmeone I don't know intimately doOOO that would be SO embarrassing. Another contradiction. I won't want to be approached but I want to be held. I am such an idiot."
He let go of her a bit to lean back but their eyes met and they just looked at each other a long moment, before Avalyn slowly inched closer forward. Her eyes are quite beautiful- deep ocean blue but fade to seafoam green around her pupils. She kissed him lightly but then shoved him back slightly with her hooves, surprised by her own actions- though he could not fall backwards thanks to her tits literally surrounding him.
"Oh Gods, I am sorry! I shouldn't have done that!"
Quinn chuckled, leaning back on her cleavage. "Even I don't know what to do anymore. Nelly wants us to have a three way. I love Nel and I want to be loyal to her..."
"But what do YOU want? I don't want toOU put words in her m-mm-mouth, but I am pretty close to Nelly... and I think she foOOlishly wants it both ways- like m-me."
"But it feels like cheating..."
"But she is the one whOOU suggested it in the first place. She still has sex with m-mm-me on the side, and yoOUU don't accuse her of cheating. I can't take you frommm her- at the end of the day, you'll still be hers... but what do yoOUU want?"
"...I don't know. I guess there is only one way to find out."
He leaned forward and she leaned back, then looked surprised a moment as her solid hooves slipped on the wet floor! She fell backwards in slow motion- her breasts could not be moved easily so she could only fall as fast as her breasts lurched back to allow her. Her cleavage closed around Quinn and bumped him forward forcing him to fall over her, and then the breasts parted around them and wobbled to a stop on either side of her- leaving a very thin gap between her tits where her body rests on the floor now, sitting in her own milk.
She chuckled in embarrassment. "I have so much flesh... don't let it go to waste."
Avalyn fumbled around to undo her own shorts- it is both pitch black and she has such a narrow window to see from through her own cleavage. She sure as hell can't reach AROUND her tits, so her arms have to go through her cleavage too, and then without fingers she has to catch the zipper and button in the crook between hoof segments in order to manipulate them without being able to hold them. It seems a black splotch has covered Avalyn's butt cheeks making it look like it is heart-shaped from behind, but also wraps around to the front covering her crotch. The black of the splotch only seems to highlight the neon pink of her pussy in contrast- her clit standing out of its hood on its own in erection.
Quinn is on his hands and knees and has to shove his way in over her properly, causing her monstrous boobs to wobble violently out of the way. He opened his own pants and used his furry white nuts to hold his shorts down. His sheath flopped forward on its own; unlike on a proper beast his sheath isn't adhered to his underside, it only connects at the base. Though most felines have quite small genitals for their body size; that is not the case with Quinn. Even without the enhancement of his wolf half, his dick is still seven inches, and it is shaped like a chubby cone, so it's also quite wide. The last third of the shaft is lined with a forest of barbs still. Soft violet veins pulse toward the base where it emerges from his sheath and the shaft is more of a diffused, powder red- less vibrant than when it has canine mixed into it.
Usually when you get a tit-fuck it is your penis between the breasts, not your entire body. This is technically Avalyn's first time with a male as well! Er, a real male anyway. Nelly can take the shape of the opposite gender to give Avalyn a helping of cock. The plush dark pads of his hands felt good when he holds her sides to brace as he thrusts in slowly. She starts moaning almost immediately- the barbs of his penis gently drag into her. She made a mix of bovine lows and moans, unable to think of human words again and no longer trying particularly hard to. Her ears wiggle giddily at the sides of her head and her hair fans out on the tile floor- though also becomes increasingly saturated with milk.
Avalyn's nimble tail curls up and her tassel plays over his fuzzy balls and taint. Unlike Avalyn- Quinn actually hates having his tail touched, so his own tail is held high in the air behind him. He had to be very careful thrusting into her till their lube mixed and spread because he could hurt her with his barbs because of how tight of a fit he is. Her pubic mound is quite pronounced and her mons already engorged from arousal her growth itself inflicted- but her actual vaginal passage is quite tight. She is very rarely ever penetrated. Once Quinn worked himself up to speed and they were well lubricated, his thrusts were echoed with a long, gradual splashing sound. When he thrusts in her body is jarred up, but her breasts slowly roll up to match her, causing her mega-nipples to erupt milk like a garden hose! He is unintentionally milking her while fucking her! In this at least; her multiplied teats greatly help her. They are all too big to be used properly, but having four does still greatly aid in emptying her out, because they are still technically breasts. Which means there is only two bodies to house milk in, but four ways the milk can get out.
It was an insanely erotic experience; thrusting into a beautiful tall woman, lowing like a cow while he is surrounded by wobbling, wet breast flesh on all sides. She is leaking constantly while they rock, wobble, and jiggle so beads of milk are scattered around the entire surface of her breasts, getting everywhere. They do not separate far enough to not be touching Quinn on his sides and even clap together lightly across his back when they wobble, so his movement is jostling them around too. Avalyn has hooves for hands so her arms were just curled up over the top of her breasts uselessly, looking a bit like a begging puppy. The milk pool spread further and further, coating the entire floor of the immense hallway. The two lovers were almost entirely soaked by now from fucking in it and having it splash with their every movement.
Avalyn hit peak first. "AHH- m-mMM-MOOOOUUU~"
Her entire body started trembling and her legs bent and her back arched several times, squirming from the shockwaves of pleasure. Her pussy squirt too- adding more lube to the lake of liquids on the floor already. Her shaking caused her breasts to jiggle violently like someone slapping a jelly mold and her nipples tightened, compressing in, and then REALLY erupted milk regressing her size a good bit! Though... still nowhere close to giving her any mobility. The erratic shuddering around his cock and her pussy clenching hard and trying to draw it further in bent the barbs of Quinn's dick over and over, triggering his own orgasm.
He leaned forward when he climaxed and tried to put his hands on the floor beside her but immediately slipped on the milk and fell completely into her! Avalyn caught him off guard with a kiss, gently holding him to her with her hooves on his back. He was not expecting her tongue- not only did she use tongue during this kiss, but in this form her tongue is large enough to fill his entire mouth!
They sat together in the warm pool of milk for a while, catching their breath. Quinn chuckled to break the silence. "Kinda wish they left the AC on in here."
"Heh. Sorry-" She nudged a giant boob with her hoof. "They are really goOOod insulators, so heat builds up fast."
He leaned back a bit and looked them over. "They look a good big smaller."
"I lost a lot of milk. Once the teats are small enough to get your hand around, can you m-mmilk me back to normal? Mmmm~ actually, you should drink up. We never got dinner."
He blushed lightly. "Is that okay?"
She laughed loudly. "Uh... yea. That is what m-mm-my tits are for. That is like, the best part about having them. Well... one of the best parts."
And there is more than enough for both of them. She got Quinn to grab a teat and pull it up while she compressed the top portion of her breast to try and fold the front far enough up that she could latch onto one of her own and start sucking hungrily at her own bounty, and then Quinn suckled at another huge nipple. Her body doesn't produce the milk normally so it's not like drinking from herself is a resource loop- she's creating new resources from nothing. Quinn was perfectly fine with having her for dinner; what cat doesn't like milk?
Slowly but surely they work her down in size. Her added bovine features apparently remain till she is completely empty again- they are the last thing to grow in when she fills but also the last thing to go when emptying. As her breasts first start to shrink down, the twin teats gradually come closer together and then in an automatic surge of expressed milk, they regress far enough that they fused back into one teat on their own, once they are already touching. The pink around her breasts starts to regress and the edge becomes more defined till it recedes to the edge of the curvature of her actual areolas.
The rest of her altered features remain till she is completely empty and then change in a sudden rather violent shift. Avalyn insists it does not hurt in the slightest, even though all the crunching and popping bones certainly sounds like it could be painful. The faster, larger changes are overwhelming though- she cannot think or reply to anyone when it is happening; her brain is in complete overload. Although the shift into her charged state was well over an hour total, that is still pretty insanely fast considering she can go half an entire day without outwardly showing any changes whatsoever. It is exponential- so once she starts to slip; she falls fast.
Avalyn laughed softly, just looking up toward the roof- she could barely see anything in the dark anyway. "What an absolutely nutty day."
"Sorry. Supposed to be a fun adventure but we keep running into trouble."
Avalyn shook her head, looking toward him with a sympathetic smile- she could see Quinn easily silhouetted against the outside light filtering through the front doors far behind him. "I will remember today for the rest of my life."
"Y-you enjoyed today?"
"Yea. I was nervous and scared coming here- thought we might cook to death out there in the scablands but... that made it kinda thrilling. And you were driving so Nelly kept smothering me with kisses and playing with my tits- which was SUPER embarrassing because of how open it was but... that also made it thrilling." She motioned around them. "Felt like we had been tossed in prison when we first got trapped in here but... the darkness makes it feel more enclosed than it actually is and-" She shrugged. "Kind of cozy, actually. Just us in here, alone in the dark, nothing to look at, just the sound of our voices and feel of our flesh~"
He tapped his foot, making a splashing sound against the floor. "We are also in deep shit if we don't get out of here the moment the security gates open. You drown a third of the entire mall in milk."
"Well I look quite human again, so as soon as the gates start moving, we slip out. I don't think explosive lactation is a common thing around here, so the guards will mostly just be confused when they first see it. But they will still stop us if they see us being here when we shouldn't be."
"Hrmn. And we will have dried milk all over us- since we have nowhere to get cleaned off."
"I hear bathing in milk is great for your skin though." They both laughed at that.
After a while they rung what they could out of their clothes and Quinn took his shoes off to try and air them out too. The two of them curled up together to keep each other warm through the night- it was again an extremely late night for them.
Avalyn spoke up in a whisper as they got comfortable together. "My boobs are a blessing and curse I guess, huh? They often make me feel objectified... and, sometimes I like that, but... it usually isn't in the playful way. I feel grateful that my problem half is relatively easy to control though. Kind of feel a bit bad going to 'fix' it with a wish. Better than being so back and forth with myself all the time though."
"Is that your cow traits though?"
"Hmm?"
"Will becoming human straighten out your feelings about yourself? Some things aren't meant to be sorted out. Sometimes you need a little chaos."
"Hrrmm. You must think of me as some sort of horny, or needy slut though, right? I mean honestly- don't sugar coat it... what do you think of me? Some big boobed woman playing with your girlfriend on the side because she doesn't know how to let go, and then I make you fuck me too. Ugh... what am I doing."
Quinn huffed. "Well, like I said before; I think you're the most composed of the three of us. You are usually the first awake, you drove the car like a pro, and drove further than me so far on the trip. You are the one to coordinate us in the mornings and make sure everyone gets out the door at a reasonable time. I think it sounds like you are trying to fit into a 'normal' role in life, but your heart just isn't feeling it. You aren't human, so fuck what the humans think is normal. You do you, you do 'Avalyn'."
"I guess... I should know that. I can't help but feel like I might be doing something wrong, you know? I don't mean to seem whiney, or high-maintenance or whatever... I go from enjoying myself to drama-queen a minute later." She furrowed her brows and shook her head lightly. "I am sorry, these aren't even that problematic, I just make them out to be..."
"It isn't easy for us demi-humans. It isn't like you have many options of who you can talk to about this sort of stuff- it is fine. We are all pretty confused. I know you are shy, but any time you need to talk about it, I am here to listen. Like Nelly."
Avalyn hummed, settling down but then lifted her head and gasped again. "Is that a security camera?!"
Quinn followed her eyes to a blinking red light in a corner of the roof. "No, it is a fire alarm. Malls don't put security cameras in the main halls- the individual shops have to buy their own. There isn't anything to steal in the halls so there is no point putting a camera there."
Her phone chimed and she looked at the screen a moment and smiled, though had to squint because the sudden existence of light in the darkness almost blinded her.
Quinn glanced at her. "What is it?"
She turned to show him the text message. "Nelly says goodnight." She shook the phone, knocking a drop of stray milk off the corner. "Good thing this phone is waterproof up to ten meters..."
"Heh. Guess today was pretty alright after all, eh?"
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Nelly brought the car around to the mall doors after a while. The parking lot was empty now and Quinn and Avalyn are going to want as short of a run to the car doors as possible. The prices in the hotels were pretty standard, but they spent so much on the last place that they can no longer afford 'standard'- at least not when viewing the bigger picture. They have to make an entire return trip as well. It also seemed like a waste to rent an entire hotel room for just herself, so after some deliberating she just... didn't. She planned to sleep in the car. She packed a beach towel for when they get to Atallia that she could now use as a blanket, and then just used a duffle bag of clothes as a pillow. Not like it gets actually cold out at this time of year.
She looked at the mall longingly, wondering what her friends were up to in there. They were only forty feet away from each other technically. Nelly did not want to call them though, at risk of waking them up if they managed to force themselves to sleep already- because falling to sleep while imprisoned in an empty mall probably isn't easy. Nelly double-checked that she locked the doors and then flopped back across the back seats and turned on another VOD of Silver Lining to watch her mother back when she was a gamer. She incorporated her user name into the title of every play through- so this one was 'Portal 3 has a Silver Lining'.
Tulia leaned back in her chair with a look between disappointment and shock at the 'game over' screen. "Ouf... sorry guys, looks like we are not finishing this stream after all. But hey- I guess that makes the next stream a double-feature, right? I will be playing two different games in the same stream when I start the next one!"
She closed the game and just maximized the stream chat in its place. "You know, a lot of people have been asking me how I am always so optimistic. I wasn't always. I dunno; I always just think of the law of odds. Yea, maybe tomorrow will be crap- but maybe it won't be. Maybe it will be bad, but I will find a way to enjoy it anyway- or it will benefit someone else and I can be glad it happened regardless. Even if it is totally bad, there is still the day after that. Life is full of so much potential, so even when I am in a dark place; there is so many things that could happen that I would enjoy, that I hype myself waiting for the next thing to happen to me. If where I am is bad, then I just look forward to something else. Like Christmas day- sure some of your presents will probably be lame but that doesn't kill the hype for the awesome ones! Even the lame ones still serve a purpose." She nodded mostly just to herself. "If it is bad for you- it might be good for someone else. The world is too small for anything to be utterly cut off from everything else; everything effects everything else. If it's good for you, it might be bad for someone else. There is a dark side to every light, but every dark cloud also has a silver lining." She stuck her tongue out at her self-insert.
She sighed, closing chat and opening her stream interface ready to end the stream. "Anyway. I will see you all next time, we will wrap up this game and get started on the next- still don't know what the next will be, so who knows; it might be YOUR favorite game! Bye all~"
The video automatically closed when it finished, returning to the playlist. Nelly had a smile on her face but tears in her eyes. "Bye mom."
Watching her mother Tulia's inspirational speeches often brought a tear to Nelly's eye. Tulia was such a shining beacon of hope and happiness. Her silliness as she had fun playing games drew in around five million people to subscribe to her- never mind how many watched her content overall. Those speeches held a lot of power. She could not touch her fans, she did not see her fans. She just shared her smile with them and some kind words, but that was more than enough for some. People thanking her for making their day a little brighter, people who just listen to her voice in the background to help them go to sleep, or people sinking into darkness- who were made to see the light thanks to her kindness. Sometimes something as simple as a friendly smile can mean the world.
Tulia never finished that game on stream. That VOD was the last recording before the Second Wish. The next video after that was over a month later. Then there was only a few videos after that- scattered further and further apart. She announced she was pregnant, and thus going to need some time to step away from streaming to have her daughter, and then likely wouldn't return to streaming for a year or more, so she could give her daughter her full attention at all times. Nelly's thumb hovered over the last video on the playlist but her heart tightened in dread and she closed the playlist entirely. She has watched every one of her mother's streams many times over- but she has never watched the final video. Because then, it would be truly, and forever over.
Most people assumed Tulia retired from streaming because of her daughter- stepped away long enough to realize she didn't really want to do it anymore. So thankfully most people do not realize that Tulia is dead. Nelly has no memory of ever seeing her mother; the streams Silver Lining left behind are her only interaction with her mom. Because Nelly was born demi-human there was complications with the birth and Tulia became deathly weak after. She was never able to return home with her daughter. Tulia spent eight days in the hospital with the newborn Nelly, before she died.
When Nelly told her mother she was going on this trip- it was to her gravestone. Her father still sometimes stands outside, waiting around like Tulia once did for him, just trying to imagine what was going through her head at the time, what she was experiencing. While her father was at work; Nelly was looked after by her grandparents. Nelly's survival became the silver lining for the remaining family.
Nelly was woken up the next day by a security guard tapping on the window. He told her she can't just sleep in the parking lot like that, and told her to get out of there if she isn't shopping for anything in the mall. Nelly started the car but remained where she was- watching the mall carefully as the guards turned the security off and all the metal bars sealing the place up started to lift. Quinn and Avalyn dashed out of one of the side doors and looped around; spotting the car immediately in the otherwise empty parking lot. Quinn is now shirtless- Avalyn is wearing his shirt because hers absolutely fucking exploded. Nelly raised a brow looking at how dishevelled they looked. Avalyn's hair and Quinn's fur was matted thanks to milk drying in it.
Quinn opened the driver side door and shooed Nelly out of the driver seat. "You shouldn't have driven the car here!"
"Pff- you're welcome."
"You're lucky you didn't get arrested, you don't have a license."
Avalyn sighed loudly as she collapsed over the back seats. "I am SO glad I gave you the spare key just in case."
Nelly grinned, shuffling over to the passenger seat. "I actually just slept here the night, so we were not that separated after all." She glanced between them as Quinn already started to pull out of the parking lot. "So uh... what... happened?"
Avalyn cupped her breasts from below and wobbled them in her palms. "You know what happened."
Quinn's ears lowered. "Something else happened too..."
Nelly paused a moment before gasping and looking quickly between the two of them. "You did? It? Together? How was- er, did you enjoy yourselves?!"
Avalyn glanced away in embarrassment. "It was my fault. We... had fun, I guess. It was awkward but... yea."
Nelly looked at Quinn who refused to take his eyes off the road to look back. "Soooo~"
He shook his head, holding his index up at her. "Not another word out of you."
Avalyn told them to stop at the next decent looking gas station. Nelly can go into the store and brouse or pick up a few small supplies while Quinn and Avalyn go to the bathrooms with a spare outfit in hand. They can try to wash some of the dried milk off in the sink and then swap outfits before returning to the car.
Avalyn blushed at Quinn. "Your shirt... is probably going to be a bit stretched out..."
Orlod at least was the end of the scablands. The burning wastelands are behind them now- at least till the return trip. Orlod is actually considered one of the satellite cities of Atallia itself- so Atallia is close enough that they could technically reach it by tonight but that would REALLY be pushing it. This area was webbed with rivers and dotted with small tree groves. The land between the great cities is filled with a lot of wildlife. They spot many deer in the area and even a fox that quickly dashes out of sight when they pass.
Quinn glanced at Nelly looking at the map on her phone. "So... now that all three of us are acquainted... plan on revealing anything?"
She blushed and slunk back into her seat. "Nooo..."
"Nel, c'mon. I almost feel like I know Avalyn better than I know you now! Avalyn knows what you are, heck Tim knows what you are."
"I kn-"
"What does Tim have that I don't? What do I have to do, to get on Tim's level?"
"N-no! It isn't like that!"
Avalyn bristled a bit. "H-hey. Let's keep the punches above the belt."
Nelly shook her head. "No, it's okay. I need this."
"Hmm?"
"I... it's pretty obvious by now that I can't make myself do it, so someone else has to force me to." Quinn glanced at her and she timidly looked back. "I want you to keep pushing me. I need you to. I don't want to be this way... to hurt you like that."
There was another ten minutes of silence before Quinn glanced at her again. "So your spots... what was your dad transformed into?"
That surprised her. "How did you know those were from my dad?"
"Avalyn said most of your traits are from your mother. Freckles are a pretty minor aspect even if they are amazingly unique. So I assumed those were from your dad."
She huffed with a weak grin, leaning her arm on the edge of the open window a moment before answering. "A slug."
"Your dad turned into a slug?!"
"A bioluminescent sea slug, yea. Don't worry- the glowing dots are ALL I got from him, heh. Looked more like an alien than anything. He couldn't talk when fully transformed so he used his lights to emote for him and try to communicate. Since my mom had lots of video recording stuff around- there is actually a video he made while transformed trying to give like a last will sort of message, thinking the world was going to end."
Quinn nodded with a somber chuckle. "Well the world did end- it was just wished back." He motioned out across the scattered woodlands and rivers around the highway. "Just imagine- this road would be clogged with mutated animals and weird sexual abominations and the thousands of abandoned vehicles they tried to escape in. Trenches dragged across the land leading to downed planes that fell from the sky trying to return to the airport in Atallia..."
Avalyn nodded. "It is no wonder communication with Astrelle is strictly guarded by the Wishing Council. A single well-meaning wish ended the world. If anyone is allowed to wish, the wish must be judged and approved first."
Quinn hummed in thought. "I wonder how long we will be waiting in queue to wish?"
"Probably not THAT long, because our parents called in advance to reserve our slot. Also the council prioritizes people according to how far they had to travel to get to Atallia in the first place. So by not being residents of Atallia City, we are already ahead of a bunch of people queued. It is also one wish per person, so no one stands in line twice."
"Wonder how many people stand before Astrelle and ask for something mundane like cash?"
Avalyn laughed. "At first, probably everyone. I don't imagine there are that many people these days dumb enough to wish for money. Making money appear out of thin air damages the global economy- the wish would be automatically denied. No free rides. Just like you cannot wish the dead back to life, or wish yourself immortality. You can wish a sick person healthy again though- or wish fertility into the land to create a farmable plot out of any patch of dirt. Us turning human is a no-brainer, they won't even have to consider it; it will immediately be allowed. It is a wish that only affects us personally, AND our current body is an indirect result of a previous, recalled wish."
There were a lot of small, scattered communities in the shadow of Atallia, so they passed homes, shops, and gas stations, but Quinn and especially Avalyn turned down stopping at the first few. Gas station bathrooms are almost always a rancid place to be, so she did not want to strip naked to change outfits in one if it looked grungy from the outside. They stopped at the fourth station, topping off what little gas they burned through already. Nelly went into the store to see if there was anything small she could buy while her friends stripped in the bathroom to get new clothes on and try to wipe all the dried milk off- considerably harder for Quinn to do since it's in his fur. Their skin did feel extra smooth today though thanks to the milk bath.
Nelly hears some commotion at the front of the store and dips behind one of the shelves to peek out and there are two teenagers at the front counter- one of them has a gun! The store is being robbed! Her heart was pounding but she could not let this go. Nelly is sure she can stop them herself, but she has to move fast of they are going to escape. Without making an actual sale, the cash register actually cannot be opened even by the clerk, without entering a complex code, so there is a bit of time before they can get the money. Nelly opened the freezer at the back carefully so the door didn't make that sucking sound when you open it normally. She grabbed a plastic milk crate at the bottom and put the milk into the freezer so she could overturn the crate itself on the floor and use like a stool.
Nelly climbed onto it and then hopped up, managing to tag the roof with her hands! Her fingers stuck to the roof! She cannot stick to glass, so she had to basically run her legs up the glass of the freezer while her hands anchored her to the roof, and then kick up when she was as high as she could go to get her toes to cling to the roof too. Now she is crouched upside-down on the roof! Her actual outfit is just a short skirt and a tank top so like usual she has no socks or shoes on to prevent her from climbing up surfaces.
This would be insane for a regular person to even try... it is probably insane for HER to try this too, but she feels like she has to. No human can do the stuff she can- it would be such a horrible waste to not use her powers for good at every opportunity she gets. Her body seemed to ripple a moment before vanishing from sight entirely- cloaked into the roof itself. It isn't a perfect disguise- if you were to look at her when she moves, you can still see where she is. Her illusion lags a bit behind her movement, so you can see what looks like violent ripples in the air when she moves.
The old man behind the counter finally got the register open and started to hand out the stacks of bills to the two teens. It is mostly small bills... it is just a gas station at the edge of their community... how much money did they really expect to be able to get here? Is it even remotely worth the trouble? She quickly re-appeared before the clerk finished handing the money off, transforming herself to have a giant snake tail! Her tail fell between the two teens and coiled around the legs of one, yanking his legs up, forcing him to fall face-first into the counter hard enough to break the skin open on his forehead and knock him out!
Nelly transformed her arms from the elbows down into bird claws, falling off the roof onto the teen with a gun, grabbing him by the face and slamming his head into the floor! The teen shot the gun on accident out of surprise, but he was already falling when the gun went off so the only thing he shot was the roof.
Nelly tightened her grip on his head, digging into his scalp with her talons. "Why did you do it? What is wrong with you?!"
"I-I don't know, I needed fucking money man!"
She motioned to the clerk behind her. "So does he! But he is working for his money."
"My mom is working hard too but she can't afford the new gaming console, I couldn't ask her for that shit man."
"A GAME console?! You almost took someone's life, just so you can play some fucking video games?!" She started crying a bit, which made the teen even more afraid of her, thinking she is unstable.
"I wasn't going to shoot man, I swear!"
"You had a loaded gun. You shot it right now on accident. It doesn't matter if you planned to shoot it or not- you introduced the possibility. You gambled with a human life, and it wasn't even your life to gamble." She gripped his head even harder, causing thin trails of blood to gather under his hair before releasing her grip entirely. "FUCK. Piss off. Get the fuck out of here."
She yanked the gun out of his head with one taloned hand and wiped the tears out of her eyes with her other arm as the teen got up and ran out the door, abandoning his still unconscious friend. Nelly handed the gun to the clerk by the barrel. The clerk nodded, using a napkin to take the gun from her- making sure not to wipe the fingerprints off the handle.
"I hope that was long enough that the security camera got a good look at his face."
"It did. Thank you greatly miss. You are a real life superhero with those powers."
She laughed, returning to a completely human appearance. "Y-yea, sort of."
Quinn emerged dressed in black jeans and a dark purple t shirt- with a spiked stud choker and bracelet on either arm. Avalyn is now in another flexible sweater; navy blue this time, and a pair of stretchy black pants. The two emerged from the bathroom rather abruptly when they heard the gunshot. They were both baffled by what happened. Quinn was having a hard time believing she wasn't playing a prank, but the police car arriving two minutes later convinced him. Avalyn believed it, but didn't want to believe it.
"Nel holy shit, he had a gun. You know even if he could have defended himself the clerk is legally not supposed to do anything. Because trying to play the hero isn't worth it to anyone to get your brains blown out!"
Nelly waved her hand dismissively. "I am fiiine. They never seen me coming, they can't shoot what they cannot see."
Quinn started the car back up, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. You were such a tryhard in school too! You would complain that you were not ready for a test and then get 95% on it, while I think I am doing fine and skid by with a cool 67%."
Avalyn sighed. "It is because of her grandmother."
Nelly half-nodded. "Well... I guess. My grandmother always used to tell me it doesn't matter than I am a demi-human, because a person's worth is determined by their actions, not what they look like."
Avalyn nodded sadly. "Which Nelly interpreted as; she needs to overachieve to earn the right to exist as a demi."
Quinn glanced at Nelly. "Seriously? That is why you always try so hard to please everyone? Because you aren't human?"
"N-nnno. Well... no. Sort of. Subconsciously, sure, probably. But also I just want to make people happy because I believe I can. I have these weird-ass powers, I might as well use them for something, right? And my mom always brought people smiles... I wanna do that too. Follow in her footsteps, best I can anyway."
Avalyn crossed her arms. "Admirable. But you can do that without risking your life. Your death won't make anyone smile. Let's just... forget about it for now. You did a good job back there, you saved a life."
"Hmm~"
As the day wore on however- they came across some construction, and were forced to take a fork in the road, which brought up some problems. The road this far out of the city shifts a lot when the temperatures change, so it had become a craggy mess- they were re-paving the entire thing so they had to detour. Their detour however took them away from what was going to be their next stop. They cannot get to the town they were originally going to stop at for the night.
According to the map, there wasn't really any stops on their new path... till Atallia. But to ride all the way to Atallia now would mean they are driving till dawn tomorrow, which seemed like a bad idea. Especially since Avalyn milked herself last in the explosion of cream at the mall last night, so by early evening today she was already becoming large again. Her top is very stretchy, but it's still starting to pull tight around her small beach ball sized melons. If they do not stop to milk her fully- the car might not even be able to take her weight. If she becomes fully charged she might CRUSH the car.
Nelly shook her head, flicking her thumb across the screen to scroll the map up while zoomed in on the highway. "There is nothing. The next closest place along this route is technically in Atallia's city limits. We would have already passed one by now if we were on the original route- the main highway. But this way has jack shit." She turned to look at Avalyn in the back seat, cradling her growing tits softly. "How long do you think you have before meltdown?"
She shook her head, creating long waves through her raven hair. "I don't know exactly. It is progressive so I mean... I am already bigger than I am comfortable being in public. If I nudge them I might leak a bit. I don't think I am going to explode in size for a bit still..."
Nelly grumbled. "We should have got you a hand pump for the trip."
"Huh? For milk?"
"Yea." She made a squeezing motion with her hand. "They have those little one-handed milking things for pregnant women."
"Oh. Don't think I ever seen one. I have only ever been around the milking machines for the cows."
"Hmm." Nelly only half turned before abruptly turning around to face her again. "WAIT. Have you used a milking machine for cows on... yourself?!"
"Y-yea. Of course, heh. I am part cow."
"Wuh- how... how did it feel?"
Avalyn lowered her brows. "Anything related to my boobs feels good. Well, anything physical anyway."
Nelly looked ahead seeing a car and van, but quite some distance ahead of them still. She would not be able to see them at all if their lights were not on. The sky was turning a dark blue by now and the stars were starting to come out. Though the sky was still relatively light- the contrast made their immediate surroundings look even darker. She looked behind them and seen a transport truck and unfastened her seatbelt.
"Hey, Quinn, pull into the other lane- let the truck pass. I am going to take some of the edge off Av."
Avalyn blushed frantically looking around to see who all could potentially see her. "W-wait not here!"
"Yes here, we have no stops left to stop at. You let me drink or you're going to blow up like a water balloon again. Which personally I am not against, but I am guessing you are."
"Hrnnnngh..."
Nelly climbed over to the back seats and Quinn put the roof up to cover them all since the air was getting cool now anyway. Nelly rest her head into Avalyn's lap and Avalyn blushed and pulled her shirt up enough for one huge breast to tug itself free by its own weight, plopping down at Nelly's face to drink from a fattened nipple. Avalyn's long tail coiled around Nelly's wrist while she drank. Avalyn lolled her head forward and just closed her eyes, focussing on the feeling of the warmth flowing out into Nelly. The magic of being able to feed her friend from her own body.
Quinn started to get stressed over driving as the light vanished. The street lights out here were few and far between, and you could not see ANYTHING outside of the car's headlights between them. Nelly told him to slow down and her and Avalyn carefully scanned the sides of the road, pointing out a clearing for him. He was not keen on off-roading because the car certainly isn't built for it, but he drove slow and they slipped off the highway entirely. Nelly slept in the car just fine the other night... without anywhere to even try and go; they would all have to sleep in the car tonight. They rolled into a clearing and then around the far side of some trees to try to hide the car from the road as best they could. This would have to be the place they sleep tonight.
They all got out to stretch their legs, and Quinn flopped his arms and chin over the roof of the car, mentally exhausted from the last bit of their drive. He was so tense the whole time, not being able to see basically anything. Every little leaf or rock on the road that entered their headlights; his heart jumped thinking a small animal jumped out and he was about to flatten it.
They all stood around the car, leaned back against it and just took in their surroundings. It was a bit spooky being here but also beautiful. Unfortunately the moon was already elsewhere in the sky, not visible to them tonight, so it is extremely dark out. Far enough from the cities that the light pollution did not hide them- every single place in the entire night sky was taken up with a tiny spot of flickering light. Each one an immense, perpetuated explosion of flame and host of a whole other slew of planets and moons. And even with all those stars visible to them tonight, it is still only a minuscule fraction of a percentage of the indescribably vast universe, which in turn is only one of a literal infinity of alternate universes.
The land and trees in contrast to the glittering sky simply looked like a solid black silhouette. Since she had been chugging milk- Nelly needed to take a piss after a few minutes and got Quinn to toss her his lighter so she did not sprain her ankle stumbling over something in the brush, or killing the batteries in her phone. His lighter ironically had a small red and white 'no smoking' sticker on it and in permanent marker on the other side he wrote 'never knows best'; a reference to a show he likes.
Quinn looked across the roof of the car to Avalyn on the other side as she looked up into the sky. "Beautiful isn't it?"
"Yea. So uhm... how we dividing the car?"
"Front seats, back seats... trunk, I guess. Who gets trunk though? Want to rock-paper-scissors it?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Nelly gets trunk. She is the only one small enough to easily fit into it. I like being sandwiched so I will take the back seat between you two, you get front."
He shrugged. "Works for me."
Nelly made it back in one piece and helped take out some of their luggage, both to make room for her to sleep in the open trunk, and also to get stuff out to use as blankets and pillows for everyone. A few moths came fluttering by, attracted by the light spilling out of the car windows across the tall, untamed grass of the untread field. Further out from them, fireflies danced in the dark. The light spilling from the car cut far into the night in five pillars. The radio was playing but the windows and doors were closed so it was muffled and mostly only the bass carried through into the night.
Quinn eventually groaned. "I wanna take a piss before I go to sleep... maybe I will just wait till morning."
Nelly looked at him. "What, why?"
"It's so dark... and creepy. What if I startle some wild animal and get mauled?"
"You absolute baby! I already went and I am perfectly fine! There are no predators in there, it's just a bit of brush, there isn't enough wooded area."
He crossed his arms. "Still creepy..." He looked back at her. "Weren't you scared?"
"Yea. Even right now, just standing out here in the middle of nowhere is making me kind of nervous but... I know nothing is going to happen. It is like going to a haunted house- it is a fun sort of scary." She reached across the hood and shoved him toward the brush. "Just go. You have your lighter."
"Hrrm."
Quinn had to be extra careful where he steps- the grass is so tall it could easily be hiding things. Dead logs or twigs, rocks... small animals. He freezes in place when he hears movement around him just as he enters the treeline. Further from the car- his eyes are able to pierce the dark unlike the women, so he scans the surroundings but sighs when he spots an owl above him. The sound he heard was the owl landing on a branch. Then another sound filled the air... a harmonica. Avalyn was playing her harmonica again, and since she is outside of the car the sound easily travels further. A smooth blues type melody from the car.
Quinn looked at her as he got back to the car after. "Thanks, Av."
"Hmm? She tried to act confused but he just smiled and then she caved in and smiled back. "just one last late night jam."
Nelly smiled at her and whispered 'told you'. Avalyn played her harmonica to calm his nerves, and guide him back to the car.
Quinn went into the car and turned the lights off, going to sleep first. Driving in that last stretch really drained him. Nelly flicked a fat nipple through Avalyn's shirt once Quinn was asleep.
"If I don't empty you, your size stays in flux."
"Hrm."
Nelly turned so they faced one another and slipped her hands up under Avalyn's shirt- though she had to force them up to get them between the fabric and the fronts of her boobs, because the shirt was once again stretching.
Avalyn glanced nervously back toward Quinn in the car. "Wait- not here!"
"Why not?"
"Quinn is-"
"Asleep."
"We are out in the open!"
"With no witnesses other than fireflies and stars."
"Buh-mph!" Nelly kissed her, cutting off her excuses.
Avalyn weakly lifted her arms to push back on Nelly, but Nelly just took her hands and tangled their fingers together. She caused Avalyn to slip and tumbled over onto her into the soft, cool grass.
"So... what form would you like tonight?"
"How about... vanilla." Nelly made a pained expression. "Even though I already know what you look like..?"
"Yea. It is bad, Av. After Tim broke off with me... I guess I never thought about it till then, that... relationships end. People I am friends with now can turn against me, or go away. Tim never told anyone what I really look like, but... it was a possibility I had not considered before then. The fear caused me to sink even deeper into my own illusions. I rely so heavily on my powers that I don't know how to function without them anymore."
"Yet you can see the lights of Atallia on the horizon. About to wish yourself entirely human- which will remove all of your powers."
"Another crutch I have been leaning on."
"Wishing yourself human?"
"Yea. In my mind I am like 'oh well its fine, when I wish myself human I will be forced to reveal myself anyway'. But that isn't... me. I mean, it will be but... y'know? Like, at that point I cannot reveal who I am to him or anyone else, because I have deleted that version of me from existence. So if this body doesn't exist anymore to reveal to him- that means it is technically always going to be a secret I keep from him. Even if I tell him afterwards it's still not really good enough. And like- sure he will know who I am after that point, but even then it wasn't because I opened it up to him. It is because I literally cannot transform anymore, I was FORCED to show him."
"Which means you are on a tight deadline, because we will be in Atallia tomorrow."
"I know. Help me Av. Shove me around- pin me down and interrogate me or something. I need to show him before the wish is made, I procrastinated for too long. I am out of time, and I have been tormenting him with this for far too long already. Quinn deserves better."
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Avalyn used their locked hands to shove Nelly up, and then rolled over- reversing their positions to pin the much smaller woman down. "How about a bull for me to ride for now then?"
"Moo~"
The two started to strip each other slowly, never breaking eye contact. In the process they flipped over several times, but Avalyn still forced herself back on top. Their size difference made it easy to overpower Nelly.
Nelly's freckles exploded in size, scattering across her body to form base brown spots and the color drained from the rest of her skin, turning it almost completely white in contrast. Her face pushed out into a half-muzzle and her ears became small and leaf shaped. From her chin to her collar bone her skin seemed to ripple, expand and then layer itself, forming soft dewlaps- rolls of empty skin off the underside of her neck. Her feet quickly morphed to cloven hooves and her abs and pecs swelled out, making her look quite muscular; though she retained her D cup breasts.
Nelly smiled and thrust her hips up as her clit jut out of its hood. It very quickly started to grow into a neon pink thorn, then a cone, a pointed tower of throbbing stiff meat, and still bigger. It is mostly illusion- Nelly's transformative powers are not strong enough to invert her gender. When she gains a phallus- she is actually using her tail overlapped with optical illusions. So it's still her real body- just not the part of her body you think it is. The clit became so massive and long it dragged the clitoral hood longer, and bulked it up into a sheath- giving her the long tapered phallus of a bull. Her labia looked like they knit themselves together in the middle as two ostrich-egg sized testicles popped out into them, stretching them with their weight into the low-slung balls of a bull.
With her hips thrust up, the cock grew up past Avalyn's butt over her, sliding through her butt cheeks. Once it was ready to use, Nelly plopped her hips back down and Avalyn repositioned herself over the tip of the dick, licking her lips. She had her hands locked with Nelly still, using her raised arms to balance as she slowly eased herself down the long shaft. Unlike a proper bull- since the dick is partially just an illusion; as soon as Avalyn bottoms out on it, it shifts proportions inside of her to completely fill her width as well! A bulge became visible on Avalyn's lower gut, marking where the large cock is stretching her out from.
Avalyn let go of her hands and put her own hands into the grass on either side of Nelly's chest. Her knees above and to either side of Nelly's hips, rocking her own hips forward and back as well as up and down slightly to milk the shaft. She dropped herself onto it hard, loving the feeling of being stretched out to maximum. Quinn definitely did that the other night with his huge knot. Avalyn started to pant softly, making a few stuttered moans occasionally- cutting herself off when she remembers how close Quinn is sleeping to them. Her breasts bobbed around energetically in front of her, dipping low with weight but wobbling back up with their elasticity. They are taut and full- beads of milk escape when they spring back up. Her nipples are only an inch and a half long so far but as thick as a silver dollar. Nelly deliberately only milked a bit out of her, so she would swell up again not too long after. Keep her needy so she is forced to return for more.
Nelly chuckled softly and her own breasts seemed to start swelling rapidly. Since her body is controlled by what she wants- her transformations do not follow a roadmap of a copied form, or a set of specific transformative runes. Which means she doesn't need to take a form that already exists; she can turn into whatever nonsense she wants. As her breasts swelled her nipples widened, then seemed to impact in the center! They expanded and suddenly opened! Her nipples were gaped- revealing a growing pit inside of her breasts! The fat insulation was being shoved aside as they grew- so their overall mass actually was not changing at all, her breasts are becoming progressively more hollow! What remained of her ridiculously stretched nipples fattened into a pair of human lips and closed again, both smiling.
Avalyn's eyes rolled back in her head at the absurdity. She was too breathless to comment on it, and did not slow her grinding on the custom cock, causing her pussy juices to run down the shaft and mix with Nelly's own. The fake dick grows out directly over her REAL clitoris- so whenever Avalyn shoves the dick in, the shaft shoves back against Nelly's clit. Nelly shook her chest, almost breaking into a laugh at the giant wobbling orbs. Even bigger than Avalyn's current breasts, if only in how round they are. Instead of nipples the areola are crowned with mouths, and they wasted no time at all, latching onto Avalyn's engorged teats and sucking them in! Nelly's tits were sucking on Avalyn's breasts! She is drawing the milk out of Avalyn and putting it into her own chest! The space in her own boobs is completely hollow at the moment, waiting to be filled.
The lipples on Nelly's bust were so large she could suck half of Avalyn's entire breasts inside of her own! Avalyn's arms gave out from the pleasure of having her enlarged breasts sucked by such giant, plush feminine lips, so Nelly's thirsty boobs were holding Avalyn up by her own breasts; her arms just hanging limp at her sides. Nelly had to reach up and cover Avalyn's mouth with her hand, giggling softly at how she could not contain her moans, even at risk of waking Quinn. Little did either of them realize that Quinn hasn't actually gone to sleep yet- he could hear the entire thing. He just also knows how easily embarrassed Avalyn is, so at risk of causing her a small mental breakdown- he just pretended to be sleeping.
Avalyn was breathing so heavily she was almost hyperventilating- she could not escape the assault of pleasure even for a moment. She climbed on top thinking she would take control of this fuck, but Nelly easily stole back control. Nelly thrusts up, penetrating her and sending a shockwave of pleasure through her lower body, causing her to rock forward only to get sucked into the lipples and send a shock of pleasure through her upper body, forcing her to roll back the other way trying to escape the intensity. Nelly was just rocking her back and forth, sucking and fucking.
Nelly herself had several smaller orgasms along the way- since her faux phallus is a direct assault on her clit, and a sharper, more targeted pleasure than she was giving Avalyn. Nelly wished she could give her lipples tongues too, but that would be too much change for her to concentrate on at one time. Avalyn's breasts and nipples shrank as she emptied, till her entire breasts were sucked inside of Nelly's mutant boobs! Nelly was sucking on her ENTIRE breasts by the time Avalyn tensed up, curling her body a bit trying to edge herself back but failing as she squeaked in a muffled cry of pleasure and climaxed, hard.
Nelly resumed her regular human shape almost instantly, causing the shuddering cowgirl to collapse onto her, and she hugged Avalyn tightly, petting her pussy gently from behind with her hidden tail. After a bit, they got dressed again and slipped into the car to sleep. They could all watch the starry sky over them from where they lay to go to sleep to. Nelly was in the trunk so the most exposed- though even if it started raining the open hood would still keep her dry. It was a clear sky regardless. It IS a miracle she survived the night without any mosquito bites though.
----- [center][b][color=cornflowerblue]Chapter 5 : Revelations[/color][/b][/center] -----
The three of them had a rough time waking up. A bit stiff and still tired- the sun was already full out and warming them. Small birds chirping all around them, the gentle wind rippling the sea of grass like waves on the ocean. None of them set an alarm to wake up, so Nelly ended up waking up first on her own, then nudging Avalyn awake and finally Quinn. Unfortunately while their stay in the car last night was not that bad for getting rest- it meant they were nowhere remotely close to a place to eat breakfast. And Quinn and Avalyn's dinner from the night before that ended up being their breakfast the following morning instead, so they were especially in need of a decent meal. Today, Avalyn insisted on taking the wheel again.
They turned the radio on low, pulled back the roof and let the wind whip their hair and fur as they raced toward their final destination. Atallia was already visible in the distance when they took to the road today. More and more traffic appeared on the highway with them as other routes converged into theirs as they get closer to the super city.
The buildings already look like they are towering over them before they even reach the city limits, and the city has multiple levels! Not only home to modern technologies; Atallia is a mecca for Magi as well- the survivor of the Second Wish herself is a Sorceress. So Atallia is filled with towers of glass and metal, webbed together with overpasses, but it also has multiple floating islands with still more towering buildings on THOSE- piercing the lower atmosphere, so the top floors are above cloud level! The floating islands are powered off mana conduction to transmitters in the uppermost level which is not even visible from the ground. The mana passes through reactive stones that invert gravity with a force equal to their mana charge. Since it isn't an actual spell doing it, the effect never ends because the mana isn't being converted into anything, it is just circulating through. The islands orbit the outer city so the city isn't cast into a shadow by its own upper levels. The only exception is actually this party's destination. The Wishing Council is in the Cloister Of Stars, which is a tower that floats at the very outer edges of Earth's atmosphere, so far into the sky you cannot see from the ground. The only way to reach it is a teleportation rune in the center of the city on ground level.
Avalyn breathed a heavy sigh as they passed under the shadow of the islands, entering Atallia City limits. "Anyone else suddenly VERY nervous?" Quinn and Nelly just nodded silently. "I am surprised we got here so fast... wasn't this Nelly's original best-case-scenario time frame?"
Quinn nodded. "It is because we took the scablands route, which basically no one else does. We also drive from dawn to evening every day so we just cover a lot of ground."
"Is it... okay if we do a little looking around first? Sight-seeing? I... REALLY don't feel ready to make a wish."
Nelly nodded. "Seconded. We are going sight-seeing and need to get a hotel room and all that while we are here anyway- it doesn't matter what order we do it in. I originally planned to see the city as a full human but... kinda wanna do that last now that we are here."
Quinn nodded. "It has been a strange journey but I am kind of sad we are already at the end. We ran into a lot of hitches along the way but overall it has been an amazing time."
Nelly looked rather somber at the photo her father took of them on her phone before they left. Three weird goofballs, about to step out on a journey to change their lives. It sort of feels like those three goofs already changed. She doesn't feel the same as when she left that day at all.
They found their hotel on the first try- fairly close to the city center as well. Thanks to magic and technology; their facilities function smoothly with less effort from any direct human contact, so they can afford to have much lower prices for much better rooms than anywhere else. Which helps- because Atallia gets a LOT of tourists, coming to make a wish. For that same reason- there are a lot of demi-humans all over the place. Anyone who wants to turn human ends up here; this is the only place it can be done. Conversely; anyone who wants to stop being human ends up here too. Remember that the Second Wish was originally made by a man who wanted to be part animal, and did not feel at home in his human body. From people wanting more muscle than their biology physically allows, sex workers looking to attract a more exotic audience, or just people who never felt right in their own skin even though they were born human; demi-humans can be made intentionally.
Nelly remained rocking out in the car bobbing her head to the radio while Quinn and Avalyn went in to rent a room.
Avalyn looked around the large well-lit lobby with mostly glass walls. "You know Nelly has a mana crystal from that last swanky hotel we stayed at?"
"What?!"
"They had a complementary mana crystal for magi that stay there, and she took it- it is in the glove box. I think she is going to try to google some spells she could cast with it... make sure she doesn't blow her hand off or something, ya?"
Quinn laughed nervously. "Yea I don't trust her with magic."
There was a bit of a pause before Avalyn spoke up again, though a bit quieter. "And thanks for the other night. It really helped." Her cheeks turned bright pink. "T-the talking part I mean! I mean the other stuff was nice too b-but-"
He chuckled. "I get it."
"I don't really know what I want from one minute to the next, and I don't know how I would describe myself to anyone. But I am the only 'me' in the world, so I don't need to fit any pre-conceived titles. Just... do what I feel in the moment, and be true to me. I have already been doing what I need to be doing, I just need to stop worrying about it. There is no real right or wrong. I don't need to worry about whether or not it is 'normal'."
"Yup. I am glad I could help, you're a great person and it wound suck for you to be so needlessly hard on yourself."
"Yea. My problems aren't really problems in the first place, I just get in my own head about it. I don't talk much to other people so the only person I usually bounce my thoughts off of is myself... which creates a hazardous feedback loop."
"Well you have me and Nelly, and your family. Maybe that is the next step you take- expanding your friend's list."
"Mmmmm- we'll see about that one."
The floor vibrated subtly with the footsteps of a demi-human walking past them, smiling at them and pausing. "More beautiful creatures among the bland humans. You two coming or going?"
The woman is as tall as Avalyn but probably weighs four times as much. She is dressed in only a white cloth tied around her chest to hold her breasts together and conceal enough of them to be in public. She wore a long white half-skirt tied to her hip by a long beaded chain wrapped several times around her hip that clacks together when she moves. Her legs are very thick and her feet have no visible definition against them- her legs have a stumped end with the only visible part of her toes being her massive blocky nails around the outside of the stump! She has a large but firm belly and meaty love handles. Her breasts look bigger than Avalyn's, so around a K cup or greater, since Avalyn was not entirely empty at the moment. Her arms are thick at the top but taper off and her hands have only two fingers and a thumb- each digit very girthy and tipped with a giant, blunt nail. Her neck is abnormally long and cone-shaped; the skin on it is so thick that it droops down, partially overlapping itself like armor plates. Her head is entirely that if a Rhinoceros; though the cranium is the same size as a human head, so her head is only larger than a human's because of her muzzle and horns. She has no hair or eyebrows but her eyelashes are long and thick. Her skin is a very soft, pale grey but has randomly placed, dark grey spots. An anthro rhino! Very heavy, but still quite beautiful.
Quinn spoke up after a moment, realizing he had taken an awkwardly long pause to look at who he was speaking to. "O-oh, uh, coming. Just arrived."
"Aww, so you two looking to become human then?"
Avalyn nodded. "Yea. Why, did you used to be human?"
She nodded, lifting her arms and doing a bit of a twirl. "Brand new body. Have to stick around to get my name legally changed too... it is currently Rosco." So not only a body change- a gender change too, she was a man a short while ago.
Luckily Nelly was too distracted jamming out to the tunes on the radio to notice how long her friends were taking in the hotel. Rosco talked to them a bit; clearly excited about showing off her new body and enjoying life in a whole new light. Quinn and Avalyn warned her about the troubles they encountered coming here and just with life in general. Being demi-human was not easy, by transforming herself; Rosco has put herself into the crosshairs of a slew of troubles. On the other hand, now everything was different for her. Her entire body is different and that is the body she lives in- so nothing she does is going to feel completely the same as it did before. So even though it's the same old world she has been living in- she can now live it in an entirely new way. Every experience is a new one now, even if she just returns to her old schedules. She was also gay as a male, and had constantly been struggling to find a 'cure' for her masculine body even though her boyfriend loved her in any form. But now he can love her in a body SHE is comfortable with too.
Like Timothy back in their home town; some people just don't care what the rest of the world thinks about them. They are comfortable in a demi-human body, so that is the form they choose in spite of all the discrimination and sideways glances they may get as a result. People get picked on sometimes for their skin color even if they are completely human. Sometimes it is gender. Sometimes it is just the people you spend your time with or the place you were born in. The people who discriminate are just shitty people- it doesn't matter who or what you are, they will find a reason to be assholes regardless. Everyone has the potential to be outcast somewhere, by someone, so it that really a reason to not be a demi-human? If someone made fun of you for being short, would you get surgery to stretch yourself taller, or would just you just flip them the bird and continue on your merry way? If someone has a problem with who you are- it's their problem, not yours.
When Rosco left, they returned to Nelly and headed out to the beach- the one place they all already knew about and wanted to see at least once while they are here. Quinn went dressed in only his new shorts- even taking out his many piercings for the first time in a long while. Nelly looked like she is wearing a bikini but she is actually wearing skin tight shorts and no top at all! She is completely topless, and just using an illusion to look like her breasts are covered! Avalyn has a black and white cow-splotch pattern bikini on, but tied a white shirt around her bust as a little extra cover just in case- since her bust size fluctuates perpetually.
Nelly transformed her hands into mole claws and was making a massive pit while Nelly and Quinn slowly shaped the sand she was upheaving into a sand castle. The sand at the beach is here is very fine grain, feeling silky smooth on your body. Avalyn had the foresight to pack a beach umbrella and Nelly had beach towels she had been using as blankets when she slept in the car.
Avalyn sighed happily, looking across the growing castle to Quinn. "First time I saw you with no piercings. I have thought about getting piercings too, but... eh."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Afraid of the pain?"
"N-no. My body changes, remember?"
He thought for a moment what that had to do with anything, then nodded in sudden understanding. "Oooh- you can't have piercings in your ears when your ears change shape. I take my chain out when I go wolf because if I didn't; it would tear itself out. But your transformation is slow and kind of constant... you're always changing, a little bit."
She nodded but also blushed, looking a bit bashful, speaking with a lowered voice. "A-and the piercing I wanted to get most would be nipple."
"Oh." Now he blushed too.
"But it would interrupt the milk flow, and my teats REALLY change shape, often. It would never be able to work."
"Isn't that a myth? That you can't lactate with nipple piercings?"
"Well no, the milk can still get out just fine- but with a clear hole through it; it would flow out differently, and when my nipples become more teat-like, it would cause me to lactate heavier, sideways." She motioned to him with a nod. "This is the first time I seen you in regular men's clothing too, it is almost unusual seeing you in it. Ah- n-not that it doesn't look good!"
He smiled timidly. "Yea, and it feels fine in this scenario. I guess I am like you in that sense... I just sort of flip flop between two contradicting styles. I have nightmares about it pretty frequently too."
Nelly popped her head out of her massive hole. "Yea- he dreams his wolf half is insulting him about his style choices. Because he views his wolf half as, like... the masculine side of himself."
Quinn nodded. "Well, that will all change soon enough. I am done wearing women's clothing." Both women looked at him in surprise. "And I am not wearing men's clothing, either. Been thinking about this for a long time, but seeing Nelly's struggles to come out of her shell of illusions and Avalyn struggling to figure herself out and what she wants- I finally came up with the answer. Clothing can be a form of expression, or even a form of art, but it is never your identity. The clothes don't make the man; the man makes the clothing. Women's clothing can be hard to find a fit, and can be too feminine. Men's clothing is too stiff and boring. I have a sewing kit- heck I even brought it with me on this trip just in case. I have been modifying clothes to fit for ages, there is nothing stopping me from just making my own! I don't need to find my perfect fit to be myself. I have always been myself." He pointed to Nelly. "What do you like best about me?"
"U-uh, your confidence! When we first started dating- your paper bag incident. You shrugged off a really embarrassing moment without losing momentum. And you were never afraid to wear what you wanted, even if it made everyone else question you."
Quinn raised his hands. "Exactly! I am a complete idiot. I fuck up so often, even I lost count. But I never once in my life let that stop me. I learn. I fuck up, I learn, I continue a little smarter and stronger than I was before. THAT is who I am. Not the clothes. I already had the answer, I was just too distracted to see it."
Quinn revealed he even had plans to try and open an online shop to see if anyone else shared his fashion sense once he gets home again and starts making his custom fit. Loose and flowing like women's clothing, but with a gender-neutral look, and the utility of men's clothing. Even Quinn had no idea what the final look will end up being, but it didn't matter. He could experiment and find his way there. What matters is that he found himself somewhere along the long road to Atallia City, and like Avalyn now; he is confident in himself. They were both so worried about how to fit into roles or titles that other people made. But they were always themselves- the only people they ever needed to be. They don't need anyone else to be able to identify them- THEY tell others who they are. Quinn is Quinn, Avalyn is Avalyn, and that is all they are. There is no one else who can fill their roles.
After their trip to the beach, Nelly got them to drop her back at the hotel. Apparently sleeping in the trunk was not nearly as comfortable as on the back seat, and she wanted to rest a while. Quinn and Avalyn treated themselves to a feast of a lunch to make up for several missed meals now. Now that exactly half their journey was over they could better budget out the return trip's funds to know exactly how much they can afford to drop at each stop without worrying about running completely out before they are home. Quinn's father put exactly as much on the card as they would need, but that was assuming everything went to plan. Staying at a luxury hotel was not part of the plan, nor was being able to stay at an inn for free, so planning things out has been a little tricky.
Nelly paced back and forth at the window of their hotel room. The fluffy white clouds took on strange shapes around Atallia and wove themselves through the city above between the islands and back out. The heavily controlled flow of mana from the city up to the Cloister Of Stars not only holds the islands afloat but also directs the cloud coverage so no matter what- Atallia is never completely overcast. It rains around the city but never IN the city. So when the clouds hit the mana flow, it causes them to condense, spiral and then get drawn between the islands in narrow pathways and re-directed back out of the city. Their hotel room is on the 22nd floor, so her view of the city is very nice- there is still almost as much city above her as below though.
Nelly knew she was running out of time. She needed to show Quinn her true form before they make their wish, or the gesture will lose all value. He loves her, it isn't like seeing her is going to drive him off. Avalyn already knows what she looks like and she could not even use her true form when she had sex with Av the other night! There is no reason to hide, and she knows that, so then WHY? She smiled a bit when her phone pinged her as Avalyn sent her a photo of her and Quinn's lunch.
She flopped over on the bed and opened up the playlist of her mother's streams. Her mother was so optimistic about everything in her streams, but even Silver Lining had her dark moments. Tulia originally went by 'Bronze Lining', a name made to poke fun of the user name she would eventually settle on. She thought of herself as second or third place. Not a bad person, but never anyone's first choice. But she still powered through and once she had Richard at her side, she found her radiant optimism. She stormed through the darkness and found her light on the other side. Nelly wondered what she would do. Tulia had almost the same form Nelly does, for a while anyway. She never had the option to wish herself back, but what if she did? Would she? Or would she just find a way to make it work. According to Richard; Tulia only used her power to hide to go get them resources without risk of being hurt. If she encountered a predatory creature, she just took the same shape it had so it would not attack. Her illusions were not used to fit in- she did not burry herself under layers of deception.
Her thumb scrolled through the playlist of all her old streams and paused at the end and her heart tightened. The final video was never opened. The one even Nelly has never seen. Nelly accidentally brushed her thumb over the icon and played the video- quickly tapping the screen to pause it. Her chest tightened so much it almost hurt, but after several long moments she unpaused the video, and let it go.
There was no gameplay in this stream- it is only forty minutes long. She answered questions about how she was streaming less frequently since the Second Wish and what was happening on her end. By this video she was VERY noticeably pregnant. Not only were her breasts larger and heavier- her stomach was huge. She talked briefly about encounters she had during the Second Wish, in all the chaos and death created by it. In this final video; demi-humans had been discovered. They were starting to be born into the world, unintentionally bringing a reminder to everyone the apocalypse they try so hard to forget. Tulia had an ultrasound done on her... she knew her own daughter was not human as well.
But as usual... Tulia did not look at that side of things. She viewed it as an opportunity. A wish could be made to turn them back, but as long as they are demi-human they will be born beautiful in a totally unique way. Not a reminder of the destruction of the world but... the exact opposite. Babies are not born to death, they are not raised by chaos. They are spawned from love. In all the havoc and destruction- faced with their utter annihilation people still found one another. People still experienced love and pleasure with one another in even the world's darkest hour. These children were conceived DURING the Second Wish; they are a testament to human resilience. They are a living sign that the night is darkest just before the dawn. Love blossomed in the harshest climates and survived even through its reversal. The Second Wish ultimately took back the destruction and chaos- but even it did not revoke the bonds and love that came from it. The demi-humans are not a reminder of the destruction- they are the love that transcended it.
"I am going to be having my own very unique daughter soon, so... this will be the last time any of you hear from me in a long while, chat. Oooh, I know. Oh gosh, I don't think I have seen that many crying emoji in one place, my chat window is raining, heh." She gently rubbed her large belly. "I hope she enjoys her body. With the carnage aspect removed from the situation, there is no reason not to enjoy whatever strange powers she ends up getting as a result. Maybe I will let her show you on a future stream~ hehe. Oh gosh... just had a weird thought. All these VODs are going to be sitting there, and she can access them too. Eh, I guess it is a modern equivalent of passing down a journal to your kid, right?" She pointed directly at the camera. "So you all stop posting those embarrassing compilations. Sure it is real easy to take stills of someone when they are reacting and make them look like a crazy person!" She blushed. "And all those times I was jumpscared and fell completely over- till I got this new chair. Gamer chairs really are just, terrible for gamers. It is so mind-blowing. Get yourself a mesh-backed office chair, my dude. So much better and cheaper."
She stood up a bit awkwardly because of her gravid belly, placed a hand on her mouse ready to turn the stream off one final time. "This isn't goodbye, it is just see you later. And listen all... you too, my beautiful future daughter." Nelly's eyes stung with tears, and she had to squint to see through them. "Stay optimistic when I am gone, okay? I know you can do it. If I can do it, so can you~! The world is a beautiful place no matter what form it takes, and you are all beautiful no matter what form you take." She pointed at the camera again. "I love the shape of you."
Tulia ended the stream. The screen went black before blinking off and returning to the playlist. That was it. The end. Nelly watched every single one of them... there were nothing left of her mother now. But she still wished she had watched that final video sooner. Tulia was practically talking directly to Nelly through it, like a final will and testament.
Quinn and Avalyn got back to the room and Nelly immediately collapsed into Quinn's arms before he could even step fully through the door! She was crying into his shirt!
"W-woah, what's wrong?! Are you okay, what happened?!"
"N-noooo, I'm not okay." She started sobbing loudly into his chest.
Avalyn walked around and gently pulled her away so they could actually try to talk to her. "Nel, what happened? Talk to us."
Her chest was heaving from sudden gasps of breath between her sobs as she shook her head. "You're gunna hate me... fuck. You're going to be so mad... I fucked up, I fucked up so bad."
"Well you didn't blow the car up, because we just got out of it."
Quinn took her by the shoulders and backed her up to sit onto the edge of the bed and then flopped down beside her, and Avalyn took the other side. "I fuck up all the time- people get over it, trust me. What happened?"
"I don't... I can't wish to be human."
Quinn and Avalyn were silent for several moments, exchanging glances before looking back to Nelly. "You had a change of heart?"
She nodded, pointing to her phone for a few moments before she settled her crying enough to talk properly. "I watched my mother's final stream. She wanted me to be happy the way I am, and... and she thought the demi-humans were great, and symbols of the resilience of love! And... and I don't hate being me. I hate what I did with my powers... because I used them to hide me. But I don't hate me. Like at that gas station! I can save people! I can climb walls, I can transform to please whoever, I can hide when I don't want to be seen and be seen louder than anyone else when I want to be heard! Demi-humans get hated on and have a lot of problems... but because I can shapeshift; none of those problems actually affected me. If I think of reasons I wanted to turn human specifically, it was to fix a problem I created for myself... and that turning human would not have properly solved. So I personally don't actually have any good reason to turn human. And... I don't want to throw away the body my mother died to give me."
Tulia had no way of knowing what would happen in the end, but she could have turned Nelly human herself. She could have come to Atallia and wished her daughter human while she was still in the womb. She chose to birth a demi-human, to leave Nelly's fate in Nelly's own hands. She died from birthing complications because it was not a human coming out of her. She literally died to give Nelly control of her own fate.
Nelly looked at Quinn and Avalyn who were oddly quiet all of a sudden. Avalyn had a look on her face that immediately told Nelly she was hiding something.
"Av... what is it?"
"N-nothing. I was just thinking- spaced out."
"Thinking about..?"
"Turning human. I... dunno. The closer we got to Atallia the more nervous I got about it. I don't go out in public much y'know? So I don't really get made fun of. Sure my figure might attract some perverts, but, is having to avoid them worth taking away my own pleasure? This body is wild and embarrassing... but it also feels good, and is kind of amazing too. Wishing myself human when I am already so human by default kind of seems like a waste." She shook her head. "I didn't want to bring up my uncertainty before, because y'know, you two put up with me on this long journey. The further we went the ruder it seemed to bring up." She looked startled a moment when she realized what that must sound like. "Eh, but if you don't want to turn human- you shouldn't! Don't do anything you don't want to. Especially when it comes to your own body!"
"You can't tell ME that and then do the exact opposite for yourself!"
Quinn spoke up, resting his chin in his palm and elbow on his knee. "Well... allow me to throw another wrench into the works- I don't really feel like becoming human, either."
"R...really?"
"All of my problems have been with me trying to fit in, trying to force friendships instead of letting it just happen naturally. Isn't... isn't that exactly what turning myself human is doing, too? I am changing my body permanently, to fit someone else's taste better. If I am going to make friends, I want them to like me for being me, not for being human. There are people here who deliberately became demi-human because they hated being human! Grass is always greener, I suppose."
Avalyn laughed weakly. "Well. This certainly creates a bit of a problem. All three of us are here and none of us want to be."
Nelly tilted her head. "Well... I wouldn't say that. We all had a ton of fun coming here. I got a little sad when we pulled into the city because I didn't really want it to end. But... the original reason we came here was to make a wish to Astrelle, and now none of us want to do it... so what do we do??"
Quinn shrugged. "We don't. Same plan, minus the wish. We have a spot in queue, so we might as well wish for something, but, just not to change our bodies. If we change our bodies, it HAS to be because we want to, not for anyone else."
"But your dad's money..."
Quinn scoffed. "Oh fuck him. I will work and pay him off myself. Shit happens... we learned stuff about ourselves on this trip and we had to change plans. Simple as that. We didn't make this trip for nothing. We had a ton of fun, we struggled, we partied... we found ourselves. It is just that the 'self' we found, isn't human."
The rest of the afternoon the three of them remained inside, bouncing on the springy beds and watching television- there are a ton of stations available here they cannot get back home. They even decided that they would take the long-way on the return trip, going around the scablands instead of through it again. They were in no rush to get home. As time went on, Avalyn expanded again, having to move to the foot of the bed, closer to the TV so she could let her tits flop off the end of the bed and not be squished under her. Eventually she had to sit up because a drop of milk fell through her shirt, indicating she was getting too full to contain herself.
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Nelly grabbed her shoulder before she could get off the bed to go to the bathroom. "Mmm, where you taking that milkshake? Nelly thirsty~"
Avalyn blushed. "Not in front of Quinn!"
Quinn looked over at them and shrugged. "I don't mind- not like I haven't already seen it before."
"W-well yea, but it might make you... uh... n-never... mind." Her blush deepened even more.
Nelly got a sly smile. "Maybe he wants to join in~?"
Quinn raised a brow. "Huh? Helping milk Avalyn?"
Nelly lowered her brows. "Sex, dummy." He sat up to say something but she cut him off before he could. "Think about it, we are all comfortable with ourselves now, right? That is BIG. I mean it might sound like a small thing but it's not. We came a long way and we achieved something great here. Why not have a romp as celebration? All three of us."
Quinn glanced at Avalyn. "What do you think? I know you are shy... don't let us pressure you into anything you aren't comfortable with."
Avalyn softly shook her head. "N-no, I trust both of you. I mean... we kind of already did it already... just not with all three of us at once."
Avalyn slowly took her shirt off so she would not accidentally express milk. Her breasts are already so large that when she pulls her shirt off they flop down low enough on her torso to cover her belly! Without the shirt to compress them you could easily see their sides from BEHIND her. Her nipples are as wide as shot glasses and a little bit longer than that- but her other bovine traits were not manifesting yet. She got up and went to walk over to Quinn's bed but Nelly hooked a finger on her shorts from behind and yanked them down as she moved. Nelly only had to slip her shorts off- her top was just an illusion anyway. Nelly stood up but seemed to freeze up a moment in thought before approaching the other bed. She let Avalyn go first.
Avalyn plopped down beside Quinn. Avalyn grabbed his shorts and he pulled up out of them to get into a sitting position. He went to look at Nelly but she had vanished. She was using illusions to disappear entirely- so he scanned the room trying to spot the slight differences. She was on the wall however- behind him. She crawled along the wall and down the headboard of the bed, plopping down on the pillow directly behind him and before he could move she put her hands over his eyes from behind.
"Gotacha!"
"You little gremlin..."
"Sooo, what will it be this time? Cheetah girl? Oooh, chubby tanuki woman?"
He chuckled. "How about... mmm, I dunno, YOU?"
"Okay."
The flat tone of her voice when she replied immediately froze his heart. Wait... what? He heard Avalyn gasp and as Nelly slowly took her hands off his face he could see the shocked look on Avalyn; frozen in place, not knowing how to react or what to say. Quinn slowly turned and Nelly just looked at the bed, lowering her head a bit in embarrassment. She didn't have an illusion this time. She isn't transformed as anything.
Her eyes are bright pink with pupils shaped like vertical slits, and as usual she has constellations of freckles dusted across her forearms, the tops of her breasts, and from one cheek to the other across her nose that start to glow a diffused red in embarrassment. Her skin is now quite pale pink, and her hair, eyebrows, and even her eyelashes are bizarrely stark white! Because white contains every other color. Her hair is straight and hangs to the bottoms of her breasts- and can easily hide them. Her actual unmodified chest only has A cup breasts- shallow hills of soft flesh that are almost unnoticeable when she lays down. Her nipples are aggressive and stand in attention often- they are pastel pink with small, solid edged areola and are a perfect cylinder shape. Her entire body is bordered with tiny round scales that do not project far out- making them feel like subtle smooth bumps of skin more than actual scales. They are white but can shine both teal and magenta depending on how the light reflects off them- they are pearlescent!
Nelly's hands and feet look mostly human with one unusual exception- her thumb and pinky finger on her hands and her largest and smallest toes are almost twice the size of her other digits- of equal size to one another, and tipped with a claw, while her other digits have regular human nails. In front of either temple, jutting straight forward is a fair sized horn- about seven or eight inches long, narrow and curve very slightly upward. Her nose is a bit wide for her face, only so that it can host a third horn right on its end.
Nelly has a giant tail compared to the size of her body. It is easily twice the length of her entire body from toe to hair, but is almost always kept rolled up in a giant spiral behind her to keep it out of the way. Her scales only cover her back, sides, outer arms, her outer legs, and the edges of her face- trailing down her forehead onto the bridge of her nose, and her entire tail. Everywhere else is normal human skin. Nelly is a three-horned Chameleon. That is why she can make herself look like anything she wants... disguising as other things is an inherent trait of the creature!
She slithered around Quinn, deliberately uncurling her tail to rub against him. Her voice was extremely quiet. "Haven't felt this naked in a loooong time."
She cupped the still stunned Avalyn's breasts, pinching the teats between her index and middle fingers and then shoved her forward down onto the end of the bed before climbing up over her. Her tail slithered around Quinn, rubbing the soft, smooth scales over him before the end ran off his chin, wiggling the tip at him to invite him forward before her tail rolled itself back up. Nelly raised her rump to him, presenting her plush little pussy to him, already blushing powder pink like her cheeks. Her anus is triangular in shape because one side of it is squashed against the base of her tail. Her default size was never a lie- Nelly is a petite woman, so REALLY tiny compared to Avalyn who is considerably above average size.
Nelly rolled her hands on Avalyn's breasts, making her moan. She flicked the teats softly with her fingers, smiling at how the rubbery skin wobbles back and forth, barely able to contain the milk within. Quinn's feline member emerged fast and was already pulsing with an almost achingly hard erection from Nelly's true form. He took her hips and gently guided his cock to her rather petite pussy, making sure to go in slow. The barbs across the front of his dick tickled her labia on the way in, causing her clit to throb. Once he was fully in, she rocked her hips back against his to make sure he was hilted, and then uncurled her long tail, wrapping around his left shoulder, under his right arm, and around his midriff twice before running out of length! She held him tightly in the warm coils as he started to thrust back and forth now that he knew he could fit the entire thing without getting her to modify her size. She is a very tight fit.
Once Quinn was working her up from behind, she let her hands slide down Avalyn's toned belly, smearing milk off her hands till she took Avalyn's thighs and parted her legs a bit more. She bent down, shaking her head once to clear the hair out of her face since her actual hair doesn't have bangs like her illusions usually do. Nelly then kissed Avalyn's pussy several times, till her clit engorged enough to peek out, and then he kissed the clit directly making Avalyn squirm. Smiling at her reaction, Nelly then opened her mouth a bit and her tongue came out, pressing against Avalyn's pussy, then into it, then deeper and deeper, and deeper still. Fully extended; Nelly's tongue is longer than her arms or legs are. She could wrap her own tongue around her head several times over! Waving up and down its length, Nelly dug deeper, tasting Avalyn's pussy before reaching the absolute bottom. Her tongue then doubled back- shoving even more of its length inside! She stretched Avalyn around her amorphous tongue, undulating it to make Avalyn squeal breathlessly, clutching the bed under her as she writhed.
When Quinn started to thrust more aggressively into Nelly, he shoved her forward enough that the base of her nose-horn shoved against Avalyn's clit. Avalyn's breasts rolled up and down her torso- large enough to almost threaten to fall off her torso over her shoulders when they roll up, and her teats flop with their own rhythm entirely. Nelly isn't nearly big enough of an obstruction to interrupt Quinn's view of Avalyn's huge flopping tits while banging Nelly. Her moans started to sound like she was impersonating a cow's lows. It was her default sound when she let go of all other thoughts. Her own tail coiled around Nelly's right arm unconsciously just grasping for something. Nelly held her trembling thighs to hold both of them steady.
Nelly's deft tongue could pet every inch of Avalyn's entire vaginal passage while the smooth surface of her horn rubbed the clit and her lips kissed the outer labia, so Nelly was able to bring Avalyn to several orgasms. Nelly knew all her weak spots by now. Quinn's dick brought Nelly to a small orgasm quickly being wrapped around him so tightly, but she was approaching a second by the time he went over the edge himself. He pulled almost completely out of her thinking he might be able to edge himself a bit longer, but when he realized he couldn't keep it in, he slammed fully back into her. Nelly rolled up Avalyn's crotch- luckily she has the foresight to bend her head down so the tip of her horns don't roll forward enough to puncture Avalyn. She cries out in pleasure around her own tongue- quickly rolling it back into her body out of Av. Nelly straightens her legs and then shoves back, knocking Quinn onto his butt and slamming her own butt down onto his lap because her tail is still tangled around him. Slamming down onto his spasming dick fired her sharply over into her second, more powerful orgasm. She cupped his furry clenching balls with one palm and shoved her clit down toward his shaft with her other and rode held till both orgasms completely tapered off.
They all went to sleep quite satisfied that night, all on the same bed tangled together. After Nelly and Quinn helped suck Avalyn dry that is- or she would have overflowed the bed in her sleep.
----- [center][b][color=cornflowerblue]Chapter 6 : The Will Of Gods[/color][/b][/center] -----
The next day they all dressed in their best attire in preparation to see the Wishing Council. Quinn dressed in a thin, stretchy white turtle-neck sweater, with a long ruffled white skirt with deep royal purple hem and patterned trimming. A stark contrast to his usual outfit, matching his fur color instead of opposing it. He wore a gold spike stud in all of his piercing holes but no chains. Around his neck a simple chain with a small padlock hanging in the front like a pendant.
Avalyn wore tight, flexible black pants and black leg warmers- allowing her entire legs to be covered by letting the leg warmers cover what the pant legs could not possibly reach. She wore several rings, including a gold ring with an amethyst thorn on her tail. Finger rings are not big enough to put on her tail- but thumb rings fit fine. Her top is a cream colored thin but flexible long sleeve, but it has a huge diamond cut out on the back and a small diamond cleavage window in the front. This means you can see her splotches through the back 'window', and her sweater puppies have breathing room no matter how big they swell while in the shirt. She also tied her long hair back into a ponytail, slightly to the side so she could hang it in front of her shoulder.
Nelly defaulted to quickly trying on several illusory outfits, but Avalyn was quick to convince her to put on REAL clothes. At least for a little while- chill on the illusions entirely. Nelly packed tons of outfits, but she has never had to coordinate them with her REAL look before. She went with candy colors- white and pastel pink sneakers and teal knee-high socks, candy pink pleated skirt, sky blue t shirt. Her own colors are nearly all white so the only way to match it is with very pale colors- though she could also match it through contrast and go all black like Quinn usually does, but she doesn't own that much black stuff. She had to make a conscious effort to keep her tail a bit lower than usual- because it lifts her skirt in the back. Quinn promised to modify her some skirts with a tail-hole when they get back home. She is used to just transforming her hair to whatever she wants- but it's long enough that her ears can help hold it off her face for the most part.
On the way there- since their sizes are such polar opposites; Nelly skittered up Avalyn's back and rode on her shoulders. Normally Nelly is over-confident, but in her true form and facing such an important moment in her life; she is very nervous today. Avalyn is always shy so in a high-traffic place like this she is especially sheepish. Nelly riding her let them both reassure one another. Avalyn held Quinn's wrist loosely with her tail to make sure he was never more than a step away from them too.
There are two different teleportation runes for the Cloister Of Stars- public and celebrity. The name is partly thanks to it housing the Wishing Council who in turn speaks to Astrelle out in the cosmos, but also because this is a gathering hub for famous people. Nelly's mother once stepped into the Cloister Of Stars to arrange a collaboration with an up-and-coming pop band. The cloister did not exist before the Second Wish though, so Tulia was already slowing down on streaming by the time it existed, so she only ever visited it once. All the mana in the entire surrounding area is gathered up through here to help with their communication to Astrelle. The God Of Wishes can communicate with anyone regardless of distance with no effort at all, but it takes some exceptionally powerful magic on the behalf of humans to be able to contact her.
Astrelle's body is so colossal that she cannot even approach our solar system, or it would kill us all. Astrelle is not even inside of the Milky Way. She is so large that coming even remotely close to our system would yank all of the planets out of their orbit and toward her own body unintentionally. The shooting stars she empowered with wishes before were chunks of dead planets she broke off and flicked into space, like a child plucks petals off of a flower. Astrelle was born outside of our universe- between two different universes in the void where nothing is supposed to exist. If enough paradoxal energy leeches into the void, it can coalesce into a God. Ironically in the void where they are born- they have no powers whatsoever. But only nothing can exist in the void, so as soon as that 'nothing' becomes 'something' it is rejected into one universe or the other. Thanks to conservation of mass however- their existence inside of a universe they do not belong to causes the forces of balance to react to them... and that is what fuels their power. That is why the power of the Gods knows no limit- it isn't really a power at all, it is a reaction to them existing where they should not. So their 'power' lasts as long as they continue to exist. There is no place where they actually belong- they are orphans of fractured timelines and universe that no longer are.
There is a lot of security at the city center- especially because it is also effectively city hall on ground level- so the mayor of Atallia works in the base of the structure, where the runic arrays are. In a world that knows magic- there is no need of pat-downs or metal detectors. You stand before the guards and with arcane eyes they see everything you have on you at a glance and know if your intentions are ill or not, and judge you worthy to proceed. Of course- only one person can stand before the council at a time, so even if the three of them are together; they can only enter one at a time. There is a large waiting room larger than small aircraft carrier hangers, made entirely of crystal where they can wait for each other. There are no lights inside of the waiting room itself, but because it's entirely made of crystal both the light from the inner rooms and the sunlight from outside filter into it and reflect through the crystal walls to paint the room in glowing rainbow.
The Wishing Council is made up of 14 members- seven men and seven women. They are arranged around the chamber in a circle behind a continuous countertop- the runic array to teleport people in and out is in the very center. The Cloister Of Stars is so high off the ground that there can be no windows in it- instead thick crystal veins in the walls below, and the entire Wishing Council chamber is made of crystal, allowing you to see the glowing surface of the earth far below and the twinkling stars above, regardless of the time of day.
Avalyn stood before the council first. She was too shy to speak up so there was an awkwardly long pause before one of the council members motioned for her to speak.
"O-oh. Uh... well, originally I had come here to wish myself human again... but I realized that was not what I really wanted. I know you cannot allow for a lot of common desires because it would disrupt the world as a whole. Whatever I wish for can only affect myself, correct?"
One of the elder men nodded. "That is correct for the most part. Wishes that could even effect many people as a potential, is still too dangerous to allow because it can cause a cascading effect."
Another council member spoke up. "Yes, and to allow a cascade effect is to allow control to slip away, however momentary. One well-intentioned wish already nearly ended our entire world... we cannot wish carelessly ever again. Astrelle's power has no limitations- so our wishes must be the limit."
"Th-then I will keep this small and simple. I just wish for some jewelry, just, simple earrings and... nmnn.." Her voice lowered too far for any of them to hear her.
"Uhm, could you speak up ma'am?"
"...nipple rings." She pointed to her elven ears. "My body transforms itself at a slow and constant rate, so I cannot wear normal jewelry. Which means it would need to have ethereal properties- it needs to look like a piercing without actually piercing me, and it needs to be able to change its proportions to match my own."
The Wishing Council did not even need to hold a vote- they simply looked across to one another and nodded, before approving the wish. The radiant golden light that hovers at the top of the tear-drop shaped chamber is actually the active communication node to Astrelle. Astrelle does not know any human languages, so she does not rely on what you say to her- she can hear your thoughts directly. Of course, most people also think in the languages they know- so wording absolutely can still mess a wish up.
Avalyn gasped as she was startled by a tingling feeling of the jewelry materializing already ON her body! Under her shirt the outline of large rounded rectangular metal links appeared on her teats. Three bronze studs appeared near the base of each ear. They act like a normal piercing but when she pulls it out- the hole it's in also disappears. This means she can change where the piercing is- she can put one on her nose and it will adhere to her if she wants.
Quinn seen them next. "I have thought about this for some time... I know it is one wish per person only. I originally came here to wish myself human... but the trip here made me realize that was not really what I wanted. Instead- I simply wish to build on what I already have. I wish I had human hair. Er... specifically on my head. S-see how I sort of have eyebrows? I want black hair to match that- which means when I turn into my wolf form which is black, my hair would then turn white, because my eyebrows do too."
Again, not a wish they had to deliberate on, it was granted right away. His hair is quite soft- only slightly firmer than his fur. It grew in at a perfectly even length down low enough to touch his collar bone. Now that he has it, he can choose to let it grow longer or cut it however he wants, it is part of his body now so it will grow and react like normal human hair does.
Quinn swung his head around, chuckling at the feeling of hair swinging about his head now. This will help him capture his long, flowing style he wants to start building up. An unforeseen perk he would not realize he has with his hair yet is that it reacts separately to both forms. The hair in his wolf form is separate from his cat hair- so he can cut his hair in two different styles and swapping forms will also swap the cut.
Last was Nelly, the most nervous of them all. Her mind raced as fast as her heart, trying to scan her desires for a wish worthy of the long road they travelled, but her mind kept going back to one thought.
Nelly appeared before the Wishing Council and took a slight bow, looking a bit like a reprimanded child before them. "I... I am sorry. I was well prepared to wish myself human on my way here but-"
"Your journey here changed your mind? We have been seeing a theme with these last few wishes. Go on."
"I... it's really embarrassing but I don't... really have a backup wish. I mean, there are lots of things I could wish for but... there is also a lot of wishes that are off limits, like money and stuff, right?"
One of the women spoke up. "Yes. While we do not openly encourage it- it is also possible to revise a wish as well. You are limited to one wish only, but altering an existing wish is not making a new wish. The only limitation there is you cannot recall your wish and make an entirely different one- the two wishes would have to be in some way connected. If you changed your appearance for instance- you can change your appearance again. But you could not change your appearance and then try to wish someone healthy later on- the wishes are not related to one another."
Nelly smirked and stole the council woman's exact appearance for a split second. "I don't think I need to change my appearance with a wish- can kinda already do that whenever I want. I have one wish I really... really want. But I am almost positive you won't grant it." She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "I wish my mother was alive again. Silver Lining- the famous game streamer."
An old man shook his head. "Absolutely not."
Another nodded to him then to Nelly. "Reversal of death is extremely disruptive, and cannot be allowed."
The woman who spoke up before hummed in thought though. "But it is just one woman. She was a famed streamer, no? She affected many people in a positive light when she was alive, would her revival not be more beneficial than harmful?"
Another woman shook her head with a furrowed brow. "And widely seen! Then what do you tell to the several million people who come here after her, also looking to revive a family member? We weigh wishes, not lives, it is neither our place nor anyone else's to judge whether someone is worthy to be dead or alive."
One of the younger men on the council shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "Conservation of mass- ever heard of it? Physical mass can be broken down into energy but you can neither create nor destroy energy. So if she died, where is she now? You can't destroy the mass that made up her body, you can only break it down into energy. Energy that is no doubt circulating in the ecosystem again. To revive her you would need to rip that energy back out of the ecosystem, potentially killing several other beings who had already recycled said energy into their bodies."
The man beside him looked at him with a mix of confusion and loathing. "We are asking this of a God who CAN create matter from nothing, remember?"
"Can and should are two very different concepts, my friend."
The woman on his other side chimed in. "He is right- because of the universal conservation of mass, creating new matter would be a paradox... the same energy that created Astrelle herself."
The old woman across from her leaned forward. "The amount of energy required to rebuild a human, compared to the amount of energy required to create Astrelle is like comparing a skin cell to the sun."
"And it all adds up. Once it is there it cannot be taken back."
The council bickered with one another, but the overall vote was still easily counted. Of the 14 members in the Wishing Council, 3 voted for Nelly, 3 remained undecided, the remaining 8 voted firmly against. They asked if she had anything at all that she wanted besides that- it seemed a shame to come all this way and stand before the council and leave with absolutely nothing, but Nelly very sadly claimed there was nothing else, and thanked them for their time.
Nelly was very somber when she emerged again to see her friends, but said she would be fine, and did not really want to talk about it. She did not really have a wish for them, and felt silly for wasting their time, but it was okay. The three of them ended up staying not only the rest of the day in Atallia City but also the entire next day as well! They found a circular road around a small park where ALL of the buildings around the circle were spray painted with murals of all the demi-humans who came to Atallia to wish themselves human. Though no names given so it's anyone's guess who they are now- their original forms are immortalized in the street of murals. The three of them counted themselves lucky that their own faces did not end up here.
Lydia- the woman who ended the Second Wish was stuck in a broken elevator for over a day when the event originally happened, and apparently there is a theme park ride based on the elevator breaking, so they all rode on that! They met up with all sorts of other demi-humans both coming to modify themselves and leaving as newly created demis, and even got the contact info from a few of them to stay in touch when they return home.
They had a lot of fun and covered quite a bit of ground in the giant city, making a lot of good memories. Originally Nelly had just planned to take a before and after picture of them, but now that they were staying demi-human; she was taking lots of pictures with her phone to remember these moments! A magic movie theatre with three-dimensional holographic screen! A Second Wish based theme park! Lots of sight-seeing! Avalyn ended up getting vertigo when they walked the balconies on the edge of one of the floating islands- Nelly ended up wrapping her tail around her hips afraid she was going to stagger over the railing.
They even looked forward to the trip back! They were half longing to see their family again and tell them what happened... and also half afraid of the reaction of their families when they walk back through the door still demi-human. They took the long way around the scablands, passing by a huge forest that frames the side of it. It was quite a contrast of scenery- one one side flatland giving in to craggy broken dry land, and on the other side of the road a wall of trees so dense that the forest floor is perpetually dark because almost no light can get through the canopy of leaves. Tree trunks so wide you'd need seven people to link arms to make it all the way around the base of the tree, caked in moss and mushrooms trying to leech off its nutrients but still too small in comparison to actually harm the tree.
The fun they had leaving home came as a gradual realization, taking them a bit by surprise. On the way back they had newfound confidence in themselves and fully enjoyed themselves at every turn. The sideways glances were ignored.
Avalyn returned home with a timid look on her face. Amanda looked horrified at first and ran out thinking something had gone wrong and her wish had somehow been denied. Jim on the other hand smiled brightly like this is what he had hoped for all along. Amanda did not quite understand why Avalyn would want to stay part cow, but was happy to have her back, and happy that Avalyn was happy with who she is regardless. Jim was proud of her for sticking true to who she is. And getting his car back without a scratch on it. That is a long ass drive and she handled it like a pro!
Quinn returned home to her mother looking quite pleased but also staying rather quiet, letting his father talk to him first. His father Andis looked his son up and down, shaking his head at him still wearing women's clothes and still human, after all that.
"So remind me again- what did I give you that money for? You went there, didn'tcha?"
"Yea. Decided I don't want to be human. I am planning to start making my own outfits, maybe opening an online shop to sell them, so I can pay you back."
Andis shook his head. "Flip floppin' again?"
"No. Decided to stop listening to what others think. This is me now, and I live on my terms only."
His father huffed, surprising Quinn by offering his hand to be shaken. "Then put 'er here, and make it a deal."
"H-huh?"
Turns out his father wasn't disappointed in his style choice in the first place- he was disappointed in how he wore it. His lack of confidence, him flip-flopping around, and getting into trouble to fit in and follow someone else. But Quinn returned a different man than he left. He returned with confidence, declaring who he was instead of asking himself what he is. That is something his father can respect. He will support his son in whatever he wants to do- but only if he is sure he wants to do it.
Nelly returned home to see her father waiting outside for her- where Tulia used to wait for him as always. He stood at the door and got her to pass her luggage to him so he could put them inside.
She smiled weakly. "Well... I didn't wish for anything after all. It wasn't for nothing though! We had SO much fun, and I have so many pictures!"
Richard smiled. "And you are in your real body for once."
She blushed. "Y-yea, that too. I guess I relied too heavily on my powers and sort of lost myself under all the layers. I love my powers and I think I can do a lot of good with them, but, they shouldn't be used to hide or alter who people think I am."
"Yea..." He was still smiling but almost looked like he was going to cry at the same time. He held his hand on her shoulder, preventing her from going inside the house.
"W-what's wrong?"
He just shook his head. "Nothing, sweetie. Nothing in the world is wrong." He hugged her tightly, confusing her for a moment. Till she seen who was standing behind him in the doorway.
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The council settled back down after Nelly left. "It is never easy to deny a wish..."
The council woman pressed the rune that would summon the next wisher, but it did not activate. She pressed it again with a furrowed brow... the teleportation rune wasn't working, but glancing over the counter she can see it is still charged and active- an outside force is blocking it.
Astrelle slammed into the center of the room in a human avatar, formed from the globe of golden light that had been at the top of the chamber. Its skin black as tar marred with thousands of cracks letting out an almost blindingly radiant light as the fragments of its outer shell undulate- barely able to contain even a crumb of her overall power.
"YOU HAVE BEEN OVERRULED." Her eyes seethed with power as she looked into the hearts of five million people.
All tethered loosely to Nelly... all the fans of Tulia. So many people desired for Tulia to return. Astrelle's power exists solely to fulfill the desires of others- she is incapable of granting her own wishes. She searched five million hearts and minds in the blink of an eye and heard the same wish resonate across the entire globe, longing to be granted. But most of all, she seen an extremely important fact the council had clumsily overlooked.
"TULIA GARDITH DIED OF COMPLICATIONS GIVING BIRTH, COMPLICATIONS RESULTING FROM HER DAUGHTER BEING A DEMI-HUMAN. DEMI-HUMANS EXIST AS A RESULT OF THE SECOND WISH- A WISH THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN REVOKED! YOU WILL NOT DENY HER WISH, I WILL NOT ALLOW IT."
The energy within the human avatar exploded outward, phasing through the council and its walls, exploding outward across the land while the shell of the avatar was reduced to vapor by it, leaving the council stunned silent. They can govern who makes what wish, but they cannot tell Astrelle what to do. She is a God, and large enough in size alone to simply crush their entire planet into dust if they somehow anger her.
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Tulia smiled timidly at the daughter she hasn't seen since she was only eight days old and opened her arms for a hug. "Welcome home, sweetie."
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I always remember the morning I woke up human again, feeling my fingertips to make sure they were not claws and feeling how wet they were. I was not conscious enough during the whole event while the beast side of me took over, so the memories of what happened last night came back to me now like recalling a dream; only able to think about it after it already happened. I lost control, grew huge and beastly- something that is neither entirely wolf nor man. Had I killed someone? Eaten their livestock raw in the night? No. The wetness on my hand is not blood... it's... cum. Well... I am getting ahead of myself. I should tell you how all this started in the first place.
Straypath is my home town... the only place I had known, though I dreamed of knowing more. Surrounded by forest for miles on all sides and off the trafficked roads linking more relevant locations- its connection to the outside world is nearly nonexistent. I used to love running around in the forest discovering cool bugs and hidden nooks while my father chopped trees for a living. The bigger I got, the smaller Straypath seemed to be. I always entertained the idea of skipping town to go somewhere greater but... I don't know anyone in the outside world. I have never been there. No contacts, no experience, no direction... honestly probably wouldn't last long out there, and so I stay.
Oh, name's Mathew by the way, or just Matt... only my grandma calls me Mathew. Honestly these days I have a hard time figuring out who the hell I am- but I am getting to that part. See, a short while back a gorgeous woman named Terra shows up- outsiders are rare, so everyone in Straypath knew she was here immediately. Hair the color of red clay (probably where she got her name), and her almond shaped eyes are a sort of mix of yellow, orange, and brown all together; autumn gold. Her hair formed a mane of massive curls cascading over her shoulders. Me? Green eyes, base brown hair- but who cares about me- this woman was a stunner. I quickly found out she is single too!
So naturally a wooed her, took her on a tour then several dates, and we had a fabulous time I should add. Okay, well... she is sort of stranded in the middle of nowhere so it isn't like she had a lot of options. But we still had a really good time, though admittedly she got rather standoffish when I mention skipping town with her. She was only staying in Straypath a while, and I was already thinking long-term, and she didn't seem a hundred percent sold on that idea. The other villagers warned me about her, saying she was just enjoying the ride while she is stuck here and then wanders off. Admittedly it is a bit weird given the nearest location is miles and miles away from Straypath, yet she arrived on foot, alone.
Well, long story short; she was hesitant to accept my affection because I may have come on a little strong, and sudden... but she was only going to be here a while, and I KNEW she was the one for me, y'know? She is gorgeous and funny, and the breath of fresh air I feel like I have been waiting for my whole life. I can leave Straypath with her and do a full reset on my boring life! Terra was very reluctant BUT she did agree, and gave me a meeting spot to meet her at midnight the next night. She went to bed very early every night so a midnight meeting was a bit odd- but she said I would find out why when I get there. Bill the bartender tells me her early bedtime was just an excuse to avoid having sex with me, but what does he know? Well... in the end she vanished. I waited that night at the meeting place and she never came. Some other woman appeared in town the next day but I never seen her myself- was more concerned with figuring out where Terra went.
She did not only miss our meeting- she skipped town. All the other villagers told me 'I told you so', like they somehow knew Terra better than me. She probably just had some business or ran out to get something to bring back and did not have time to tell me. Pfff. She was going to be back. So I kept going out at midnight to that meeting spot to wait for her. Turns out that was a bad idea though. The meeting place was at the top of some bluffs- far enough from the buildings of the town that wild animals walk through regularly.
I encountered a lone wolf, growling at me and plodding forward slowly. Trouble is that the edge of the bluff is behind me, so I could not back away or I would roll off the side of the cliffs. I tried to shimmy my way to the right along the cliffs to avoid him, not making any sudden movements to instigate him. The wolf is male with all black fur, and his eyes glow yellow, like he is possessed by some sort of evil. Most of that night is a blur in my memory now, but I will never forget the glint of moonlight off his fangs as he lunged forward and bit into my leg, tripping me. I was about to try and kick him in the face with my other leg but if he doesn't let go of my right leg first- trying to move his head is only going to hurt me worse. Normally a wolf would start thrashing its head while its fangs are dug in to shred the flesh open, but this wolf was weird. He bit me but then did not do anything other than simply hold me still, looking right into my eyes like he knew something I did not. After a half minute he let go and then turned and dashed off!
Luckily; puncture wounds are the easiest to heal from, because none of the original skin is missing, it's just perforated. By the second day after the wound was already miraculously healed and gone, but I started to experience other side effects. I did not tell anyone about the wolf attack at risk of their reply just being another version of 'I told you so'. I still wanted to wait for Terra, but obviously I did not from that night onward at risk of being eaten alive. Every night though I would become increasingly light headed, and space out- sometimes for minutes at a time!
One night it was so bad that I woke up from a dead sleep for seemingly no reason, flailing around from suddenly being woken up. But it felt oddly... disconnected. Like I was barely aware of my own actions. I guess some people have out of body experiences, but I was still in my body, it just... didn't quite feel like it was mine at the time. Was I coming down with something? Did that wolf bite give me some sort of virus? Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake. Lose the woman I love and get bitten by a rabid wolf in the same week.
This too became worse, as the next night I actually absentmindedly got out of bed, wandering the house aimlessly before getting back into bed. My forearms, shins, and upper back felt itchy for some reason and I rubbed myself against the corners of some walls and furniture- stumbling over chairs and shoving a table as if I had forgotten how much they weight versus my own body. My joints all felt stiff and my muscles unusually firm, like my insides were too big for my body. My mind was so hazy I had no idea what I was doing till I woke up normally the next day and realized fully how strange that was. No matter how bad it gets I always wake up feeling perfectly fine, which makes me think it was a dream but furniture I move during the night is still moved when I wake up. It definitely happened.
Another side effect I became aware of is that when I try to get drunk at the pub as the only form of entertainment Straypath has to offer- I don't really get drunk anymore. For some reason my body can break down alcohol like it was nothing. I can chug Bill's strongest poison and get sloshed for a whole ten minutes before I am perfectly fine again. Great- there goes the closest thing to fun the town still had.
As I was leaving the pub that day I turned to Bill out of curiosity- he speaks with everyone else in town regularly after all. "Hey Bill... any of the wildones around here been known to have disease?"
"None I ever heard of, nah. Why you wanna know a thing like that?"
"O-oh, nothing, I just... remember Terra asking before she left."
Bill sighed. "Bet she did." He chuckled. "Well, there was them reports o' some monster in the area, haha."
"W-what, monster?"
"Yea, that woman..? Guess you were too fixated on that Terra of yours to notice- another woman blew through town few days back. Armed to the teeth, said she was hunting a monstrous beast that may have come through these parts. A who-wolf, or where-wolf or some nonesense." He shrugged. "Never heard o' it, and we sure ain't seen none of it."
Oh good, a monster. Can said monster disguise itself as a regular wolf with glowing eyes? On one hand I wanted to immediately tell Bill about the wolf that attacked me so we can stop the beast. On the other hand... if it gave me its cooties... they'd be just as likely to shoot ME too, and I have a real bad bullet allergy. Uuuuh, well... if someone with a gun encountered a wolf with obviously glowing eyes; they'd shoot it regardless, so I am sure someone will get it without my information. Problem is now I definitely cannot tell anyone of my condition because they're as likely to kill me as try to help now.
That night I woke up again abruptly, my house illuminated in pale silver from refracted moonlight bouncing into the windows- it is the night of a full moon. The itch immediately returns and my muscles seem to bulge on their own, pulling my entire body tight and stiff. I get up without actually thinking about it. I feel so strangely horny for no good reason. My dick flops around in my loose fitting PJ pants as I shuffle across the cabin floor like a zombie. It catches on the front of my pants and arches as it tries to erect against the fabric prison, but then it slips free and flicks upright! It... shouldn't have enough room to do that without me reaching down to help. I look down and see my penis actually looks smaller! Or, bigger than it was when flaccid but smaller than it should be erect. Well, if that isn't the most terrifying thing the monster could have cursed me with, I don't know what is.
My head felt more like I was drunk than when I was in the pub earlier actually trying to get drunk. My thoughts were swimming and also barely conscious to begin with from the abrupt wakeup call, and my body was on autopilot. I could not think enough to do anything but somehow my body was still able to do things without my input anyway. It shuffled its way toward the door. Where am I..? Oh, the outhouse. I became too awake so now my body needs to go to the bathroom. No one in Straypath actually HAS a bathroom- we use outhouses out here. The moon was high in the sky still so none of the light was directly getting into the house, just ambient refracted light through the windows, except a sliver across the very front of the house closest to the front windows and door.
As soon as I stepped into the direct moonlight my body lurched so suddenly that I bent forward, but was immediately in front of the door so I cracked my head against it! My muscles all started to swell suddenly! My body sounded like twisting tree bark as my field of vision slowly lifted up the door! Hunched over my eyes became level with the textured glass window at the top of the door and then to the top of it! I was huge! My midriff was exposed and my loose pants and shirt were now very tight! The legs and sleeves did not properly cover my arms and legs so I immediately seen a growing mat of fur on my shins and forearms!! So that is what the itch was!
I tried to straighten myself but my spine and neck let out several rapid-fire hollow pops as it lengthened, causing me to flop forward and hold myself up off the door again. My torso got a bit longer which put a hunch in my natural standing position, but my neck became easily twice its length if not more! It felt like someone tugging on my ears as they stood on new muscle fibers and took a triangular shape.
I wince at the feeling of a strong pressure concentrating in my fingertips and my nails become narrower but also darken closer to black with each added layer; becoming denser as well! They started to shove out longer and sharper so quickly that they grew out smeared in blood at the base. They dug thin lines in the wooden door as I was leaning into it so heavily when they grew out. My fingers felt like they were being forced up off it, and it felt like my skin was being pinched in toward several points on my hand, but the skin did not become tighter like you'd assume would happen. It was growing and condensing at the same time. Patches of skin turned black and dense just before fat deposits gathered behind them to billow them out forward, forming paw pads on my hands and feet! The pads grew on the tips of every digit and the base. On my feet this caused me to lean my weight forward and lift my heels- because there are no pads on the heel, which makes me feel off-balance if I try to stand normally. Both my hands and feet became a bit longer too, but not by much.
The fur that was growing in isn't even the correct color- it is a red-brown instead of the base brown of my hair. It quickly spread from my forearms across my hands- though did not cover the pads. My shirt pulled even tighter and started to puff up like I was wearing a pillow for a top- the fur growing under it was billowing it up from the inside! The fur grew especially long on my upper back and chest. I let out a startled cry that trailed on longer than intended and sounded a lot more like a dog whining as my tail bone grew suddenly! Muscles branched from my lower back and stuffed the flesh around the extending bone frame as a tail grew from me quickly- already wagging uncontrollably before it was even properly formed! The fur started growing on it as it was still forming and became very long and bushy. Since it wagged as it grew in; it managed to squirm its way out of my pants and shoved them down further in the back as it grew larger. In a matter of moments I had a bushy wolf tail swishing behind me! Although... it did look a bit small on me. It was a normal wolf tail- but I am not the size of a wolf; I am more like if you took a full human, and a full wolf and mashed them both together. So I am the size of both a timberwolf and a human combined.
I started to make some strange sounds, like if you tried to make a growling sound while inhaling at the same time. It was like my body was trying to talk but forgot how to do it. I grabbed the doorknob and tried to open the door without turning it- I apparently forgot how to use doors too. Surprisingly I did almost get it open- apparently a great deal stronger than my human self, the wood gave off a splintering sound like I had almost ripped the door off the hinges without even trying. I opened the door normally seemingly by accident on my second try and staggered outside toward the outhouse with no shoes on. Not that my shoes would have fit at the time anyway. I let out a long wheeze, and then snarled loudly unintentionally on the inhale as the direct moonlight washed over my entire body now.
Almost immediately my balls clenched up against my pelvis and held for a moment before one and then the other quickly popped up inside of my torso! It was so jarring that I immediately fell forward onto all fours, letting out a confused yip.
My nipples went so rock hard that they faintly tingled from blood pressure, jammed against the fabric of my already stretched shirt. Jiggly plump little hills started to form behind them, shoving them further forward! I was... growing breasts!! My shirt seams groaned as they budding breasts ripened and then a hole suddenly tore open at the vert front, creating a cleavage window! My nipples and areola had enlarged themselves, becoming puffy and their coloration shifted from my normally pastel brown to a diffused red! My breasts spread themselves because they were shoved into the fabric so tightly that when the shirt tore more and spread wider- it also spread the breasts. The bushy fur of my chest grows straight down between them, uninterrupted, and seems to have kept up with the expansion of flesh around them, because my breasts were entirely coated in fur as well. The fur covering the breasts themselves was very short however- and did not advance over the areola.
I went cross-eyed from the bizarre sensation of my balls tunneling back into me, creating a new pathway in their wake... a vagina. My scrotum pulled taut against me, then the skin fattened and turned the same diffused red as my nipples were and split. I was startled and frightened as hell, thinking I had somehow been torn open but my body was apparently more chill with it than I was- because I did not physically react to it at all. What had been a scrotum had turned into fat labia, lining the new vagina my balls had dragged through me. My balls shrank as they ascended; inside the sperm swelled fatter and rounder, and their tails shortened and eventually vanished turning into eggs as my sex inverted, turning them into ovaries. My dick was bobbing erect still and now drooling a lazy stream of pre but also appeared even smaller than before- probably around 4 inches now only. It was exposed over the waist of my pants because of my entire body growing and my tail pulling them down in the back- so my pants barely fit at all.
My body's automatic actions are not nearly as smart as me piloting my own body, so when unintentional pleasure sparked down my entire torso, it lifted its arms to hug its form... forgetting that it was on all fours, and immediately flopped into the ground. Skin pinching together, condensing as new pleasure receptors branched in the tissue. Growing and condensing at the same time, then the gentle warmth and pressure against it from behind as new breasts swelled! I was growing more nipples and more breasts! A wolf has six to eight teats... now throw human into the mix and you have six to eight breasts. Below the fabric I could feel the lumps forming. The prod of erect nipples, then the growing softness of the breasts. I clawed lightly at them over the shirt fabric but the original two breasts were quickly taking care of that barrier. The original two yanked the cleavage window on my shirt open wider than the actual neck of the shirt was. The breasts almost faced sideways at this point because the fronts were still snagged against the fabric- so the massive tuft of fur that grows between them is jutting out the opening instead. The original became fat but taut H cups... although did not look that impressive due to my ENTIRE body also being quite large. The shirt was already so strained that when the second set of breasts started to grow in- they tore the opening even further at a 1:1 rate with their own expansion.
The first stopped at H cup, but the second stopped at DDs and finally caused the shirt to shred all the way up- snapping the front of the shirt in half. The arm seams ripped when I reached around to hug myself and flopped to the ground- but did not tear completely, so my shirt was still on... it just didn't really cover anything. The third set of breasts actually grew below my rib cage and stopped at C cups, and the last set was under my navel and only grew to jiggly lil B cup hills before stopping. The nipples and areola were the same size on every set; ignoring the size of the breast under it.
I grit my teeth as my head filled with pressure, but it was not like a headache sort of inward pressure- the pressure was shoving out, not in. My teeth felt like they were knitting together as they became narrow fangs, locking together- the sharp sound of stretching enamel ringing in my head. It put pressure on my jaw which then also clicked and started to stretch out, yanking my face outward! My entire skull was making clicks and snaps that sounded loud to me, but was almost inaudible outwardly. I made several more strange sounds; breathy yips, stuttered growls, several almost-words. At the time my mind was still a nearly utter blank, so even once my thoughts returned to me I could not tell you what I was trying to say at the time.
My face growing out shoved the bridge of my nose at a higher and higher angle, which tilted my forehead up too. The crook of my brow remained, so my eyes remained facing forward- like a predatory species. I noticed my spit tasted like iron and lulled my mouth open a moment to let the blood trickle out the sides that had been building up- from the sudden shift in tooth shape causing my gums to bleed. My lips turned black as they stretched longer and thinner around the lengthening maw. Fur raced up my long neck, hiding its form completely as the fur that grew on it was several times longer than most of the rest- matching the chest and upper back tufts in length, giving me the bushy mane of a wolf. My hair remained the same length but became softer to match the fur, and changed color to match it as well. When the fur grows it makes an itchy, prickly feeling because it grows in so quickly, and when it stops it leaves behind a heat that gets trapped in by the fur to linger a bit even against the cool night air. I could see a light shimmer on the fur that grows on my face... my eyes! They must be glowing yellow like the wolf that bit me- the light I see is coming from my own eyes!
I tried to get up again, but ended up rolling completely over onto my back and then thrust my hip up as my dick shot a rope of precum through the night air that glistened in the moonlight. It felt so tight- so overfull; so erect that it was almost painful. Going by sensation it FELT like it was bigger than ever, but it was actually the opposite. It felt so tight not because it was overstuffed with blood pressure but because it's shrinking, and forcing the blood flow back out of it, because it can no longer hold it all. Only three inches, the foreskin was only off the glans still because it had already been pulled back when it started to shrink. Only two inches long, the foreskin popped over the glans in spite of it being fully erect. Only a single inch- it now curved down abruptly, drooling pre into the furry cleft of my balls. The excess flesh from the foreskin no longer matching the phallus size was pulled down to extend and fatten the labia even more. It stole the diffused coloration from them and pulled taut- rolling up the back of the micro penis to make sure it could not straighten out from its steep arch again. The urethra regressed in to the base of the vulva inside of the labia first, then the single inch curved shaft regressed entirely, straightening the glans to face forward again- though now the urethral opening was no longer with it.
The glans penis was now the glans clitoris. What had been the shaft spread like wings around the vaginal opening as an extension of the glans now, and engorged again to shove the labia further forward and make them look even fatter and more inviting. The clitoral hood became an extension of the labia itself, hiding the clit away from view outwardly other than a little bump at the bottom edge of the fat labia. They engorged even further, puffing up like fleshy pillows and giving the plump pussy a triangular shape to it... a canine vulva. The opening where the three engorged sides meet is shaped like a Y. I could not believe it was a part of my own body I was looking at. That demon wolf's curse not only turned me into a... wolf-adjacent monster, it also inverted my gender completely and turned me into a woman. So even the human aspects my body still had were not recognizable because it was the wrong gender!
It stuck out further than my male genitals did when dormant, so it was annoyingly compressed slightly by the lowered waist of my pants, so every movement I made tugged gently at it. If I had actually been in control of my actions I would have either pulled my pants off completely or attempted to pull them over it- but my body was not that smart on its own. When it was finally able to stand again, it hobbled over to the outhouse, put the pad of its index finger over the clit on its fat pussy and tugged up... and then 'went to the bathroom'... ON the outhouse, instead of IN it. It was marking its territory. Also I didn't even know women could pee while standing in the first place.
I guess I should give it a name- since this form seems to have a mind of its own entirely separate of mine. I guess since it is so backwards from my normal self, I will call her Tamm. While Tamm is the pilot- I still see and feel everything as if we are the same person but my mental presence feels... distant. Like I am floating inside of myself, smaller and deeper inside of the body that is at the time Tamm's. I can also only really think on it in hindsight to be fair. While Tamm is in charge my own conscious mind is sort of in a state of suspension. I still comprehend everything and experience it, but I can't THINK until my body is returned to me. So the entire thing is sort of like a very vivid dream, where you have no control of yourself, and your eidolon is already in on the plot of the dream, while you're just the viewer, experiencing it.
Tamm smelled something in the air and her ears perked up, hearing Bruce growling at the next yard over- out of visibility even in the bright moonlight. Bruce is the warden's dog; a Dalmatian. He growled because he smelled an invading wolf, but did not bark and wake his masters because he also smelled some of me... he also smelled a fellow canine in heat. Wolves have a heat cycle too, and I guess because Tamm only came into existence that night in the full moon- that had to be when she goes into heat.
Tamm plod over awkwardly on all fours- her body too human to walk on all fours normally and too wolf to walk entirely upright normally. Bruce was startled when he seen the size of the creature he smelled, but when he seen her tail wagging he loosened up. Tamm quickly turned to show him her rump; her tail raised high wagging back and forth for him. Dalmatian are not small dogs- once Bruce's dong was fully out and wobbling around below him it looked bigger than my dick when I am a normal human! He sniffed her a bit then started to gingerly lick her fat, rubbery labia. Tamm shoved her rump into his face and he dug his tongue deeper into her hot box, tasting her salty juices for a minute. Tamm started panting and dipped her hips further down from the pleasure as her legs trembled and Bruce took his chance when her hips were low enough and mounted! His balls slapped over the bottom corner of the vulva- where the clit is hidden.
His knot was like the size of a tennis ball- though still inside the sheath till he started to stuff it inside of her, and her soft rubbery labia helped pull the tight sheath back and pop it off the massive knot. Once inside of Tamm; her vaginal muscles clenched in response to the pleasure of it entering, which hugged the back curve of the knot- the most sensitive part. The knot swelled even bigger, hitting its maximum stiffness and locking its position in- no longer able to fit back out through the muscle rib at the end of her vagina. He gripped her surprisingly tightly around her hips- normally his front paws would be around the ribcage of his mate but their size difference meant he could only get them around her thighs basically. He thrust hard and deliberate at first but switched to rapid once the knot was in, because he could not draw his hips as far back while tied.
Thinking back on it now it's a miracle the warden did not wake up to the sound of his dog loudly fucking a werewolf on his front lawn. After Bruce came in Tamm they lay on the grass, and she rolled over and started to idly play with her many breasts- Bruce seen her enjoying them and joined in licking the ones that she was not currently kneading. He is not used to the female's teats being presented on such soft, jiggly hills. As the moon crossed the night sky though- the tree tops started to obscure it from view and Tamm's mind started to fog over, and she became absentminded. Without moonlight to touch it- the wolf body was destabilizing.
She wandered, shuffling along on two legs like a drunk; Tamm managed to get back to my cabin and we both sort of blacked out there. I woke up in bed, so I will assume she made it there because I don't remember getting in it. I woke up the next day perfectly human again... crotch sticky with what I can only assume is dried dog semen. Great. At least I learned something from all that- I know what the curse turns me into, and I know what triggers it. So from that night onward I keep the curtains drawn at night and go to bed early. The moon being visible while the sun is still out doesn't seem to have any effect on me, no matter what stage of the lunar cycle it is, but as soon as the moon is solo I am in trouble. It seems any direct moonlight can trigger it- the effect is just more powerful when it is fuller.
Keeping my secret was harder than it sounds. Oh sure, just avoid moonlight- easy! Well, now whenever I am around Bruce he pops an awkward boner- which isn't something he normally would do so his owners definitely noticed. I just shrugged it off and tried to play it cool. Then when Nancy's bloodhound seen a squirrel it darted off without her and she was having a hell of a time trying to track it down again. A bloodhound is definitely going to be able to find its way home, but it also loves to hunt- if she chases it too far into the woods a wolf or bear could kill her before she can return. I pointed Nancy in the direction of her dog immediately without even thinking- then scrambled to tell her I seen the dog dart past just a few minutes ago. The truth is that I could pick up her scent easily from there, but realized after already opening my mouth that a normal human shouldn't be able to do that.
It got easier eventually- I got further from the full moon. One night I woke up having to pee- I can't get to the outhouse without passing through direct moonlight. I tried to make a dash for it but it's hard to move correctly when your entire body is enlarging and feels all prickly from rapidly growing fur. By the time I got inside the outhouse my clothes were already stretched a bit from size increase, I was much hairier and my penis and balls slightly smaller than they should be. When I finished and went to make the return run; I fell onto all fours because my feet started to change. When my balls inverted I almost face-planted the ground entirely, but then after a few moments it just stopped. I was not fully transformed and still in moonlight but nothing else was happening. I realized that night; it is only a half moon. So I only half transformed.
My feet transformed but only the claws on my hands and no pads and their shape remained normal. Fur had only grown from my shins and forearms to cover my hands and feet- it tapered off at my hips and shoulders without touching my body. I had the ears of a wolf but they lacked fur, and the tail of a wolf. My balls had inverted into a very small vagina with rather thin labia around it but I still had my penis- regressed to four and a half inches. I had eight nipples down my torso but no breasts, and my face was unchanged other than my lips becoming a very dark red- on the way to black but never completely there. Looking into my reflection against the front window beside the door on the way back in I could see my irises are filled with flecks of glowing yellow, so even my eyes are only partially turned.
I seemed to be in control of my actions but my thoughts were altered. I was very horny, flustered, and hot, and I kept wanting to go find Bruce again as the solution even though my rational mind knew that was Tamm talking and still forced myself to return home quickly before anyone can spot me. I ended up trying to go to sleep again and failing- so I started to masturbate while I plopped myself down on one of the wooden spheres capping my bed posts! It was only a half developed vagina, so the pleasure receptors were all still in my penis, but the short path allowed me to hit my prostate from the front instead of the back- basically just an alternate path to the prostate and that is it. It was also too shallow to take any more than the bulbous end of the bed post, none of the post itself. I could also put my entire body weight onto it and hold myself up by the basin of the vagina- since there was no cervix at the end to damage. I had to use my fingers and thumb more than my hand itself to masturbate since my penis was smaller- my full hand is a bit too big for it like this.
My thoughts started swimming in a spinning miasma of hormone and Tamm and Matt were tangled together, working toward the same goal for the time being. When I climaxed my tail and toes scrunched up, my thighs trembled and I shot several high-pressure streamers of cum through the dark, tilted my head back, and howled at my roof. The yellow in my eyes started glowing more vibrantly, but as my orgasm tapered off it almost stopped glowing entirely, and I almost fell off the post onto the floor. When my mind cleared enough I became worried someone else heard me howling. I wasn't transformed enough to actually sound like a wolf, so if someone heard that- they'd know it was me. I fell asleep easily after that at least.
Some days it was cloudy, twice it was stormy- did not have to worry about it at all on those days because the moon wouldn't be visible. So I came to enjoy those silver sky days- putting a bit of a bounce in my step on those days right off the bat, just knowing I don't have to deal with Tamm.
I was heading to the lake at the start of next month, three days after a new moon and Ted went and shot me! Not the sort of bb gun you'd shoot partridge or rabbits with either- a rifle you'd take down a bear or moose with. Ted himself was out of visibility so I did not see it coming at all. I heard the gunshot at the same time the bullet hit me so there was no time at all to react- bullet blew straight through my upper chest and out the back again! He shot at a moose- but missed, and I was on the opposite side. I was dizzy and felt a burst of pain from the bullet itself as I was tossed to the ground by the force. Felt the heat of my blood rushing out and then a duller ache from the hole itself. When I put my hand over it to try and plug the hole I could feel the flesh tightening around the edges. I look down at myself to see the bleeding tapering off, and the edges of the wound started to look blurry- looking closer the edges were growing out tiny little hair-like tendrils that knit themselves together, pulled the wound closed and then fully regenerated the tissue. In the span of a single minute the hole was entirely mended, without leaving so much as a mark to signify it had ever been there in the first place.
That is why drinking booze doesn't do shit to me- my body regenerates at an obscenely fast speed, even from poisons. Ted gave me a fatal gunshot wound through my entire upper torso and the wound was gone before I could even fully comprehend my situation. Ted did not know any of it even happened luckily, till I walked back toward the town and scolded him for shooting at the lake. All the hunting was supposed to be on the north-east side of the town... the lake is south-west. Ted told me there has been sighting of an angry black wolf in the area that has been spooking all the wildlife, forcing the hunters to switch where they hunt. I had been keeping to myself more than usual because of Tamm so I never got the memo. Of course; I did not tell Ted he actually shot me because I don't have a wound to show him. Halfway into the conversation I remembered my shirt still has a bullet hole in it and darkening blood around it, so I pretended to have an itch so I could cover the hole with my hand so he would not see.
After the new moon the condition started to get worse again. Had to be extra careful not to drink or eat anything too close to my early bed time- can't risk transforming to use the outhouse. The closer to the full moon I get the more I will transform if exposed to it. So... this is just my life now, huh? A back and forth struggle between man and horny bitch.
Now it is full moon again. Or close to it. Close enough that you'd have a hard time telling the difference by looking at it with your bare eyes- which I personally can't do anyway. I am lying in bed, trying to get to sleep but I am nervous about the whole situation. I can turn real fast and fully if I get exposed right now. But there is also the issue of the black wolf being seen around town... my tormentor is sticking around, and could potentially curse even more people. I could tell others so they know to go hunt it, but in doing so I would have to reveal my own condition and condemn myself.
What even is it with moonlight and the curse? I mean... the moon doesn't give off light in the first place. Moonlight is just sunlight after refracting off of the moon, so then why doesn't the sun affect the curse? It's the same light! Also you can often see the moon while the sun is still out and that doesn't seem to affect it at all. OH. Woah, I am sitting... up? Shit. My brain is starting to fade... the moonlight isn't getting into the house- the curtains are drawn, but the full moon is so bright that a soft ambient light is still filtering in through the curtains. Mmm... knot... want it in... ACK! I am two steps away from my bed and I don't even remember getting up! Tamm is going to walk me into the moonlight against my will unless... get some... fucking! N-no! Attic! There are no windows in the attic!
Wow. I knew I was slipping, but did not know how far I had already slid till I get up the ladder into the attic and my head actually clears. It is like going from completely sloshed on booze to entirely sober in the span of three seconds. I also notice something I didn't before- there is a stripe of red-brown fur horizontally across my left arm! The curtains must not have been closed completely; a thin sliver of moonlight touched my arm and turned that one patch wolf. Ugh, well I can't fix that. Once it's turned it won't revert till dawn, whether I am in moonlight or not.
It is rather unpleasant up here- the roof doesn't give you enough room to be in the attic without bending over or crouching way down, and most of the space is filled with knickknacks and faded memories. Well, nothing else to do, might as well take a trip down memory lane. The first thing I see is my old red wagon- which is only somewhat red now; most of the paint has chipped off at this point. The wheels rusted off eons ago but I kept it to use as a sled in winter instead. Now it's just another memory. I used to be able to have fun around Straypath back then. Now it's like a novel you've read too many times- it just can't entertain you no more. Oh hey, I spotted my grandma's old stuff. My mom even let me keep her old silver locket... to give to a girl I like. Sigh.
There are not too many kids in Straypath to begin with, so by the time any of the kids are old enough to start dating each other- they have all effectively paired themselves off with one another, and I was basically the odd one out. I should have given this thing to Terra... maybe then she wouldn't have left me. I look at the fur on my left arm... even it reminds me of Terra. The fur of my wolf form is the same color as her hair is. Oh Gods... it never occurred to me before but... that black wolf that cursed me showed up a day or so after Terra left, with that huntress I missed following soon after on its trail. Terra came and left Straypath on foot- she might also have been attacked and cursed! Or worse- just flat out eaten by the wolf! OH NO. What if that is the reason she never showed up to the meeting place?! She WAS waiting there for me, when the wolf attacked her! That literal son of a bitch- what the fuck did he do with Terra? Is she alive still even?!
I place my hand on the box of stuff and try to shove it out of the way so I can find enough room up here to lie down and attempt to sleep again but... I freeze in place as the fur on my arm quickly regresses. What?! It never turns back once it's transformed unless the sun rises, why is it partially regressed now?! I put my arm forward again and slowly edge further forward, watching the fur carefully and as my hand passes the box it starts to regress even further. Wait- it isn't the box, it's specifically the pendant! My grandma's antique silver pendant is somehow causing the fur to regress in its proximity!
AAAaaagh! FFffffuck not doing that again. I try to scoop up the pendant and the moment it touches my skin a powerful shooting pain erupts through my arm and echoes through my entire body. The pain is like getting your balls caught between someone's boot laces and your pelvis and getting fucking annihilated. It is so sudden and powerful I am dizzy after and almost feel like throwing up. All I did was touch it! It is at least twice as bad as getting shot the other day by a high power rifle. The curse apparently absolutely hates silver- but its permeated my entire body, so if the silver becomes too close for it to recoil from- it screams, and that scream is like a shockwave in my nervous system. So what happens if I throw myself on top of the pendant? I mean, aside from the crippling agony; would it destroy the curse and cure me, or kill me because I can no longer be separated from the dark magic? I don't think I want to find out. Wait... I hear a scratching? My body tenses as I hear a knocking at the door, then a pause, then again. Oh no. Even without getting into the cabin the moonlight is strong enough downstairs to make me delusional. But this is a small town... they know I am home, if I don't answer the door they are going to know something is up.
Taking my time to answer it is fine because they will assume I was sleeping probably, but a person can only sleep through so much and they keep knocking. Maybe the silver scared the curse into submission and it won't come back out? Maybe I can just strong-arm it; if the moonlight doesn't touch me I won't physically change, so if I concentrate hard enough maybe I can just power through the mental corruption. Tamm makes me horny not violent, so I guess worst case scenario I start hitting on someone I shouldn't be.
I reluctantly hustle back down the ladder and go to the front door without pausing. I better get this over with so the moonlight doesn't have time to awaken the beast. The longer the night rolls on; the further in the sky the moon dips, and at some point it will be pointing directly into my windows and door instead of on my roof. I open the door and am so startled I fall back on my ass in fear! It was not a human at my door- it is the black wolf!! How did he know where I live?! Oh wait... he can probably just smell me. He plods forward with an oddly lusty look in his glowing eyes. I am paralyzed... afraid, confused... don't know what to th-thuh... nnnk. Not in.... moonlight... shouldn't be... cock! My eyes fixate immediately on his erection wobbling below him, already fully out. The sheath at its base was entirely spherical from the giant knot trapped in it, waiting to be deployed. The itch and heat pass over my body as my hair stands on end and starts to convert to mats of spreading fur. The moonlight is not even touching me! My mind feels like it is sinking back again as I become a passenger in my own body. I lay on the floor panting as he walks up between my legs, using his teeth to bite onto my pants and yank them down! My balls inverted at that exact moment, causing me to gasp.
When he thrust his cock into me, the passage had only just started to form, and it felt like his cock was helping speed it up- forcing a canine shape into me. I was being molded around his dick! With every few thrusts my own dick tightened and shrank! The remnants of my scrotum turned to labia and fattened quickly- stretching along with his cock to follow his thrusts so his dick is never fully out of me! He tries to shove his knot in but it's too big... at least on the first few tries. My entire body starts to spread across the floor and my shirt pulls tight to me again. My entire body enlarging allows his knot to finally pop in suddenly, yanking his sheath the rest of the way off its bulge. My entire pubic area looked bloated from the size of his huge knot moving inside! My tail grew out already wagging energetically.
Breast after breast formed on my torso, growing and fattening as the fur spread around and then over them. Another of my shirts is destroyed- pulled tight by my body growing, filled too much by fur, ruptured by growing breasts, and then blown completely apart by additional breasts. The black wolf opened his maw to let his tongue lul out and drip drool onto one of my lower teats before bowing down and sucking the entire boob into his mouth! His broad, flat tongue rolled up and down, flicking the teat back and forth against it. He nipped the teat in his fangs and pulled back- stretching it till it popped back out on its own and the boob wobbled back into place. He licked and rolled his head around on and between the many breasts as the rest of my body converted the rest of the way into Tamm.
The black wolf scoot forward, forcing my hips at an upward angle as he plunged in- now using the floor under us to brace my hips against as he pounds into me! My fat pussy made squelching sounds from all our combined lube being forced out to make room for all his cock. He put his front paws onto my lowest two breasts- his weight putting the imprint of his pads into my skin. Tamm managed to prop herself up on her elbows to offer her largest tits to his face, but he raised his head and they surprised me- the black wolf turned his head and they both locked muzzles! They were... kissing! Their large canine tongues tangled in their mouths, their glossy black lips locked together.
The black wolf shoved into my so hard my pussy both rippled from explosive pleasure and tingled from partial numbness from the force. He erupted cum into my and both he and Tamm howled loudly. Oh... I hope no one heard that, but a lot of people probably did. At least it was a proper wolf howl so I wouldn't be on the suspect list.
I... guess I passed out? As I open my eyes again, I am human, though still on the floor. The door is closed again luckily. I get up and look around but the black wolf is nowhere to be seen. I would almost chalk it up to some moon-induced delirious dream but my crotch was covered in dry wolf cum, so. Also there goes another pair of PJs. Now I have to sleep naked or just wear regular clothes to bed. I get cleaned up and dressed and head out, having a relatively normal day- though I am only half aware of my surroundings because I am lost in thought. I know the curse's weakness now- silver. But also I am stuck worrying about Terra. She could be a werewolf in hiding now too, or dead for all I know! And then the black wolf... curses me and then has the nerve to fuck me too! And of course I have no control over it- Tamm plays along with him, willingly giving my body to him! It felt so good, but I shouldn't be enjoying my time with that monster! He cursed me, and may have killed Terra! I should be trying to kill him! To save other people like me and Terra from falling victim. But I can't tell anyone about him without outing myself. Unless... I did it. If I use silver... I can kill him myself. Hmm.
I went through the entire day in a whirlwind of those thoughts, going in circles in my head. Unfortunately I have far more pressing matters now. Just as I was about to head back home to start getting ready to sleep- the huntress Lucy reveals she has returned to Straypath. Everyone in town told her there was no monsters here or just outright laughed at the idea, so she had moved on west toward Redgrove- the next town over, outside the great forest. Lucy found no traces of the werewolf to the west however. The last traces she found was around Straypath- so now she is back. She knows the black wolf is here still. Talking to the warden during the day; she now ordered everyone in Straypath for a town meeting this evening. She is going to be giving everyone a mandatory lesson on spotting, and killing a werewolf. At least that is what she is using as a front. Since I am a werewolf, I also realize that she is holding the meeting at night- so if any of the townsfolk are werewolves, they will transform in or at least around the pub where she is bringing everyone. If the moonlight coming in the large front windows doesn't do it- the moment anyone goes to leave they will expose themselves to the moonlight and turn then. Either way- Lucy is filtering out the crowd to make sure the black wolf hasn't made any new friends.
Soooo... yea, that is a problem. She doesn't know anyone in Straypath so I could just not go and Lucy won't know the difference- but everyone else will. I have to show up or someone else is going to notice I am not there and out me. The central tables and chairs are moved aside so Lucy can set up a small table of her own with various hunting gear and research papers she brought from whatever city she originated from. I barely listen to any of it, just standing in the crowd spaced out. I already know all the information she is telling everyone because I have had to live as one myself. She has several knives- including a hooked skinning knife and the blade on all of them is made of silver. She has a flintlock pistol loaded with a silver bullet. I feel unusually horny and start to slowly shuffle my way through the crowd closer to the currently inactive bar counter- further from the windows. The moon crosses the sky past the window rather than over it- it will never shine moonlight directly into the pub, but its bright enough to refract ambience into the window still- and the windows are very large and on either side of the doors. How in the fuck am I supposed to get out of- HOLY SHIT WHAT.
I immediately look up at the chandelier rocking overhead and my heart almost jumps into my fucking throat as I see a woman swathed in a faded red cloak standing on it!! No one else notices but I see it immediately because I wasn't paying any attention to Lucy at all. Massive red-brown curls hang from under the hood. Terra!?! The pub is two floors but the second floor is only half as long as the ground floor- so the main room roof is two stories up. Terra came in from a maintenance hatch leading onto the roof. She waves at me to get my attention. I look concerned and try to use my facial expression to communicate the best I can, since I don't want to move my arms at risk of someone else seeing what we are doing. She just cocks an eyebrow not understanding what I am trying to say. She motions to the balcony with her head and then leaps over to it, vanishing into one of the upstairs halls; presumably wanting me to follow her. But how do I do that without calling attention to myself?
Ted shook his head to my left. "Ah, hell with this."
I look at him as he turns to leave. "Wait- you're just leaving? Wasn't this a mandatory meeting?"
Ted shrugged at me. "Woman's been rambling too damn long. I am a hunter- I already know how to kill things. Ain't seen no demon dog out there, just a lone wolf. I came to the meeting- that was the mandatory part; now I am leaving."
I notice Lucy glance at him as he casually walks out the front doors of the pub, and she makes no move to stop him. She just watches as he leaves out of the corner of her eye. She doesn't give a shit what he learns from the meeting- she wants to see if he turns into a monster in the light of the moon. Wait- this is my chance! If she is watching him, she cannot be watching me. I back up, slipping deeper into the crowd till I get to the bottom of the curved staircase leading up and then quietly hustle up the stairs and away from everyone else. Where did Terra go, though? I take a deep breath and immediately smell her- she went down the hall to the room on the left at the very back of the building. Oof- that room has a window that faces off the back of the building... which means there is moonlight in that room. If I am going to trust anyone with my nightmarish secret though- it will be Terra.
I open the door and the room is empty... but I know she is here from her scent, even without seeing her. She quickly closes the door behind me, startling me! She was standing behind the door, so the door would be hiding her in case anyone but me attempted to come in.
She smiles, I must have a dumb look on my face because I am stunned silent a moment looking her over. She is... entirely naked. The hooded cloak is the ONLY thing she has on.
"N-nice outfit. Heh."
She clutched it and did a playful twirl for me. "Oh, thanks! It is my little red riding hood."
"My... what big breasts you have."
"The better to smother you with! Hehe~"
"Wait, wait. Where have you been all this time?? Did you encounter that evil black wolf?"
"Evil?" She looked offended.
"Well... he has a curse- if you didn't notice the hubbub downstairs about it."
"Haven't connected the dots yet, huh?"
"What?" I had no idea what she meant.
She leaned back, placing a hand on her crotch and gently parted her labia with her index and ring fingers while thrusting her hips forward slightly. She moaned softly, rolling her head back and to the side a bit, causing the cascade of terracotta curls around her face to re-settle. Her pussy yawned open slightly, drooling a bit of lube before clenching hard and her clit throbbed. Her clit suddenly bloated and jut out like a fat pink spike! With another, louder moan it engorged even further, growing fatter and longer into a rounded diffused red cone! It was not just the clit though- when I forget the eroticism of it and actually look more closely- her urethra has extended onto its underside as well, pulling up the entire top of her vulva along with it. It is... a proto-cock!! Terra carefully removed her hand- revealing her curly red-brown pubes are now dense, straight, and black as night- a mat of fur!
She smiled with her sharpening teeth and leaned forward to put her head beside mine and whispers into my ear. "I'm your big bad wolf."
"W-WHAT?! But why, how... when? What. Why would... why did?"
"I bit you so you would turn into a werewolf too. You were so adamant that you wanted to be with me forever... but... no one can be with me- I am cursed, or... infected more accurately. The only way we can be together without worry is if you are also a werewolf. Unfortunately that huntress Lucy blew into town hot on my heels... I had to back off. It was still risky coming here but it looked like you were in trouble, so I figured it was now or never to get you and get out. I wanted to skip town and lose her entirely but I needed to retrieve you first so I have been skulking in the woods."
"What do you mean... infected?"
"The 'curse' isn't magical- it's a germ. It can be carried in any bodily fluids but it requires blood to survive, so if we kiss there is a minuscule chance you get infected, but odds are they will die before they can penetrate far enough to get at your blood. If we kiss and you have a cut in your mouth- you're definitely infected. So biting into your leg- my saliva gets in your blood. Guaranteed infection."
She goes on to explain to me that the germs originated from the cosmos- not from Earth. The werewolf infection first started when people gathered to a meteor crater to mine the cosmic stone, the germs were in the meteor. Under a microscope the germ cells resemble white blood cells- allowing them to bypass the body's natural security system. They are a very pale grey though- also making them resemble a full moon, thus the germ cells were named Lunar Cells. In order to survive they need a host, and these germs are smarter than most- they know that if the host dies; so do they, so they work hard to make sure that doesn't happen. That is why they help stitch you back together and can even go as far as to reanimate you if you completely expire- as long as the damage isn't so catastrophic that your brain cells are fully dead before they can re-ignite your spark. As long as you aren't reduced to a stain on the ground- they will put you back together again. This makes fire especially painful to werewolves though... because they regenerate at the same rate they burn- so until they get water or can otherwise snuff the flame out- they will continue to burn alive perpetually. This was made abundantly clear as the original city that was infected solved that issue through forced quarantine of everyone in the city... which fell to anarchy and eventually the entire city burned to the ground... still not letting anyone out. So when several burning bodies continued to writhe in pain LONG after they should have burned to death- surprise- those were werewolves.
The reason the germs are so closely influenced by the lunar cycles is because of their one true weakness. Silver is deadly poisonous to them. They spread through the entire host body and enhance it while also using it as an ecosystem to survive in themselves, and spread- so once a person turns you cannot use silver to kill the germ cells without also killing the person. The germ cells have replaced a lot of their own, so killing them all means the host body is missing several parts it needed to operate. And what color is moonlight? Silver. Moonlight makes everything look like it has a silver glow- the germs see silver EVERYWHERE and then freak the fuck out because they don't know what it fatal to them and what isn't, causing them to go berserk.
Terra's face becomes more serious, as she tells me why we have to be very careful- because the germs could very easily spread well beyond anyone's control, and effectively be unstoppable without mass murder by silvered weapons. The germs can use any host body... it doesn't have to be human, or wolf. As a means of survival the germs remember the genes it originally mimicked- so when it spreads to a new host it still has the copied genetic code from the previous host. Since it replaces many of your own cells; the lunar cells can transform you and give you the traits stolen from its previous host.
That is why I turn into a female werewolf with terracotta colored fur- I was bitten by Terra, it stole her traits and gave them to me. We are both human so rather than carry that over, it carried the wolf. Terra is, or, WAS an alchemist researching the lunar cell outbreak when she was contaminated by a black wolf- that is why she is black and male in wolf form; that is the traits from who she was infected by. That means if she bit a crow and infected it- when the crow is exposed to moonlight it will turn into a half-human half-crow abomination! If a mosquito bites her and then bites a cow- the next full moon turns the mosquito into a half-bug woman and the cow into a monstrous bug-vampire-bovine. It smears the species together when it jumps hosts, combining them as a forced-evolution to improve their odds of survival.
That means when a werewolf dies- its corpse needs to be destroyed or isolated, because any carrion creatures that feed on bodies will also ingest the lunar cells and carry the 'curse'. That is why wolf became common- wolves eat meat; humans are meat. And if a half-human wolf bites a wolf or human, or a half-wolf human bites a wolf of a human; it continues to be a werewolf as a result. The outbreak was destroyed before it became too chaotic, snowballing other species, so it became known as the werewolf curse. Even though it could just as easily turned into a werepig, werebird, wererat, or were-anything.
Terra took me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. "So... still want to follow me? Now that you know I am a monster?"
"Y-yea..."
She hooked a growing claw on the collar of my shirt and drew me forward. I realized a moment too late as a tingle ran up my body and my arousal exploded in strength- she pulled me into the beam of moonlight coming in through the back window.
Terra has much more control over her curse. You turn when the lunar cells go ballistic in moonlight, but they have those traits to help you survive, so you can technically turn whenever you want. You walk on all fours or act like a wolf, they will turn you. If you willingly swap forms enough you can train the germs to know when you do or do not want it, allowing you to steal back some degree of control even under the pale moon- or deliberately transform yourself even during the day. That is why she has a feral wolf form- Terra trained them to do that. I however, am a long, long ways off from that.
Because it was the first part of my body to enter the light- my breasts swelled into existence first this time! All eight swelling up before my first started to grow in... this is the first time I ever seen them bare. Even without fur and a size difference to rupture my shirt- the fabric was stretched firmly around my growing orbs; a thin line stretched especially tight between my nipples jutting the furthest out. I knew I should be worried about transforming with a huntress right downstairs but was instead overcome with a giddy excitement and feverish arousal. It did not feel like my consciousness is sinking away like before, but I was drunk on hormones and not really in control, either.
My hair turned to fur and it spread from there first. My ears changed and twitched and my tail grew out behind me, shoving out against my pants and squirming back and forth till it wedged its way out on its own. Terra poked my collar bone with a fully formed claw and smiled at me as she dragged her claw down- leaving a red mark on my skin but slicing the taut shirt open, cutting it in half to release my tits!
Her clitoral hood bulged obscenely as her proto-phallus started to develop a knot already. She was dripping pre even before the dick was half-formed. The urethra started to grow past the rest of the shaft, giving it a rounded, curved spike at the tip while the shaft itself swelled a bit fatter toward the end, making it vaguely baseball bat shaped. Her labia deflated and knit themselves together just in time to catch her ovaries as they swelled much larger- getting rejected out of her torso from lack of room as her vaginal passage collapsed behind them. Her labia now a furry scrotum, and her ovaries evolved into testicles- all her eggs having shrank, multiplied, and developed long tails to swim as they convert to sperm cells.
Her knot made a wet *plock* sound as it finally popped free of the clitoral hood which was still struggling to keep up by transforming into a sheath. Her dick was now five inches, but continued to swell longer and thicker. The veins did not project off the surface much at all and most are very thin, but they are plentiful and a dark violet in contrast to the diffused red of the shaft itself. It became a much darker and more vibrant red around the knot and the urethral procession at the very tip- where blood pressure tightened the hardest. My mouth uncontrollably watered and my eyes widened at the sight as it kept growing! It grew beyond what she was before! Then it hit me... she isn't turning into a wolf- that is why it is bigger. She forced a feral form before, which is purely wolf. The actual werewolf form is neither human nor wolf- it's both together. Which means her dick is the size of a timberwolf cock... combined with her human cock size, had she been born male.
Her smile widens as her face cracks and clicks, stretching longer and spreading those pearly white fangs out between her darkening lips. Her throbbing dick bobbed happily in its developing sheath, making it a soft nest of flesh. Six inches, seven, eight. The knot is the size of a baseball now! The thin trail of precum connecting her dick to the floor is an unbroken flow of drool now. Her abs started to swell out and the flesh tightening over their surface, exposing fat veins that converged at the base of her sheath like a roadmap to where my mouth needs to be. Head too empty... can't think of a reason not to. My knees go weak and I slump to the floor, wobbling in place a moment as my entire body groans and enlarges. My face pulls out further, my nose changes, my sense of smell sharpens- the hot, heavy smell of her penis is intoxicatingly unique, I can't stop smelling!
Nine inches, throbbing, ten inches, pulsing... eleven inches- and throw another two and a half inches of knot diameter on top of that. My face hovering so close that when it bucks the pre reaches my nose and I quickly lick it away with my canine tongue. My face stretches even further, like even the bones in my head are trying to bring me to the cock and my head is completely werewolf now! I place my hands on the floor as my palms stretch a bit and the pads form. On my hands and knees like a good girl~ ah, I m-mean boy, er- I- oh who cares. I plunge my muzzle down around the cock and it fills the entire length of my now long mouth, easily! My jaw ached a bit as I desperately tried to get the knot in without scraping it on my fangs- I wanted MORE, needed more! Terra held the back of my head and quickly thrust forward, ramming it completely in! Her knot is so big the back caught on the backside of my fangs! She tied my FACE!
Her body groaned and as her spine grew longer Terra hunched forward and her upper body muscles bulged massively. She is quite strong for a woman, but it doesn't show outwardly because, well, she is a woman. Now the lunar cells are removing that limiter- so she is gaining the muscle bulk she would have if she were an equivalent male; and it's a lot bigger. Because her hair is longer than mine, when it turns to fur it causes the fur on the back of her head, neck, and upper back to become extremely long and bushy. I look up at her as she grins at me with her mouth full of fangs and I see small flecks of glowing yellow appear in her autumn gold eyes, slowly widening like watching a flame consume a sheet of paper, till her iris are entirely glowing yellow. Her riding cloak covered her entire body from head to toe before- now it only hangs as low as her hip, er... HIS hip I guess now. I don't know if she named her alter-ego like I did. Technically it isn't another mind, just a part of our mind that is wolf instead of human.
My balls inverted the moment I collapsed to my knee, as if my downward motion is what caused them to ascend. With every thrust he shoved his musky crotch against my face- my penis regressed further toward a clit. My growing pussy clenched and drooled like it was sucking a phantom phallus of its own. My arousal kept climbing, making my entire body feel like it was filled with a mild pleasurable buzz and my labia fattened and billowed out into a full canine honey pot between my legs!
I purse my lips forward and let her face-fuck me. He thrust with enough force that my head and torso bobbed back with the forward thrusts and was pulled back forward by his dick- because it was locked in place with my mouth. All eight of my titties bobbed around, colliding lightly with one another to add a bit of chaos to their motion. My tongue wildly lashes at the immense dick in my mouth. The texture, the taste, the soft curvature of the veins, the tightness of the knot... I obsess over it, I cannot stop feeling it, experiencing it, letting it fill my thoughts and my mouth. With one final thrust he pushed his tightened testicles into my chin and filled my throat with his dick too- Terra's penis is so massive it bypassed my entire muzzle and shot his cum directly into my throat, forcing me to swallow whether I wanted it or not, and it's so thick it felt like it painted my entire esophagus all the way down!
Terra pet my head and rubbed the backs of my ears gently, waiting for his knot to go down enough for us to separate. "We grrow- g-grrr... go-oh to Mounthorrr-rrRR... m-Mount h-ohrd."
He had trouble pronouncing things in this form, and his voice was very gravelly; but I don't know how to talk in this form at all, so he is still doing better than me. Mounthold is two cities over- to the far, far West. He is taking me away from Straypath finally. I will finally get to see the world! We will leave this annoying huntress behind by escaping through the roof like how she snuck in, and then I will be with Terra finally! I will follow my alpha to any place! I don't even care were.
Though, we do still watch the lunar cycle with a bit of nervousness. Apparently in the event of a lunar eclipse... the germs temporarily recall ALL past host species, all at once. | STORY |
Selecting the precise word or phrase and using the appropriate inflection or tone are fundamental abilities related to the accurate communication of feelings. These abilities involve using physical and social cues to identify one’s current emotional state, reviewing known words or phrases in memory to label the emotion, and speaking the word or phrase that best communicates the emotional state to another person or persons. Communication is facilitated when the speaker overlays a tone and inflection appropriate to the words and phrases being spoken.
Here are some strategies to help students develop their ability to communicate their feelings accurately
- Improve students’ ability to communicate their feelings by enhancing their ability to recognize their different emotional states and identify their own emotions. Help students develop the vocabulary words to label their emotions and thoughts, and improve their verbal expression of feelings.
- Recognize students’ non-verbal attempts to communicate feelings (e.g., facial expressions, sighs, and gestures), and encourage them to express those feelings in words.
- Allow students to express themselves in ways other than through oral discussion (e.g., writing journal entries, matching pictures, answering true/false questions, role-playing).
- In particular, teach students to verbalize their feelings when they are becoming frustrated (e.g., This work is hard; I’m not sure what to do here; etc.). | EDUCATION |
(F TF Cow Amalgam)
Astrid fell asleep on the helicopter ride to the island of RHEI, so when she was woken as they landed she was a bit confused; forgetting where she was for a moment. Astrid is a beautiful woman, which makes it all the more disappointing she is rarely in the same shape twice. Though loathe to admitting it- she is a transformation addict. That is how she ultimately ended up coming here to RHEI. A company called RHE is looking to transform people permanently as part of experimentation on improving the human body- so naturally it attracted Astrid. At first because it is yet another new transformation, but... because it is for the sake of science and it completely controlled by someone other than her- it may very well be her cure.
Sky blue eyes, natural blond hair to her upper back, C cup breasts, and very pale rosen hue flesh. What she would look like when RHE was done its test on her was unknown to her still. They distill traits from other animals using alchemy and then mix and match to create new body types and blend that into a human base to enhance various features. On paper Astrid was quick to sign on board- she is overly familiar with transformation so changes to her body were not that big of a deal. Then agents appeared at her place to get her to look over and sign a mountain of paperwork and then she gets flown to a secret island in the middle of the ocean. Once she woke up and seen the island her nerves started to settle a bit again. RHEI is a beautiful paradise island- its edges encapsulated by mountains and a huge valley in the middle is filled with forests, fields and a village of other people who became test subjects to RHE- so everyone down in the village would be transformed in some way. Her first stop is at the main complex on the north end though- which was more like what she had expected, a huge modern building filled with lab equipment and offices and such.
Astrid was taken to the medical wing by two people- an older man and a surprisingly young, pretty woman. George is supposed to be Astrid's handler from here out- he will administer the tincture that will transform her, but while he gets the mixture out of cold storage, the woman talks to Astrid. Dr. Olivia Wingael is younger than Astrid is, yet she is the one who assembled the particular tincture Astrid will be taking.
She looked over notes on her onyx slate with her seafoam blue eyes. "Okay, so... you said you are experienced in transformation sooo RHE decided to use something I have been working on- we call it the Audumbla tincture."
Astrid smiled timidly recognizing the name from her native Norse mythos. "Named after the primordial cow."
"Yup. As you can probably imagine- it is strongly bovine based. This form will lean a bit more cow than most though, which is why we needed a test subject who isn't afraid of some big changes. Your home in the valley is already prepared for you, but it may seem a bit odd when you first look around- it is made to what we estimate your final form to look like, rather than your current state."
"Right." Astrid took a full second to reply.
"You seem distant. Are you going to be okay doing this right now?"
"N-yea, I am fine. Just a lot to think about."
"Concerns about your addiction?"
Astrid blushed immediately. "H-how did you know about that?"
George chuckled from the other side of the room. "If you actually read the contracts you were signing yourself away on- one of them was consent for RHE to look up your medical history. We need to know your height, weight, blood type, if your family has any history of illness- so naturally your transformation addiction came up." George put a hand on his back getting up from one of the lower cold storage shelves. "Ugh, why do they have to put these shelves so low..?"
Olivia nodded. "You were never psychologically assessed- your family doctor however did treat you for minor mana poisoning." Olivia leaned closer, looking carefully into Astrid's eyes. "No sign of discoloration in the iris- your poisoning must have been minor because there is no trace of it now; your body fully recovered. You will be happy to know our tincture based transformation uses extremely low amounts of mana."
Astrid nodded. "I think being here, under RHE's control will help me... break the habit."
Olivia nodded. "Hopefully. It is good you at least recognize the problem- and early on too. Your psyche and mana balances are undamaged, so you've caught yourself before it became a problem... physically anyway. We have some therapists in RHE if you need as well- but that will be for after you transform. Right now just concern yourself with getting comfortable in your new home-"
George walked up with the ready tincture vial. "-and getting through your transformation as easily as possible. Those are my lines, Olivia."
"S-sorry!"
He smiled at Astrid, inserting the needle in her upper arm. "She is just excited to have one of her own custom tinctures be up for testing. From now on- you are RHE's 10th test subject."
George lead Astrid down into the valley- he certainly took his time, but she did not want to say anything because it was clearly his advanced age that was causing him to move so slowly. The main complex was connected to the valley where the homes were by a giant steep slope. The main complex itself sat on a plateau. Her vision became blurry here and there- each time in a short pulse mirroring a beat of her heart. Astrid knew enough about transformation to know that was likely because of her stress levels- she is a bit uptight thinking about her addiction and also nervous about being in a completely new location. She knows nothing about this island yet, but this is her home from now on regardless. George was oblivious and continued to point out locations and name the test subjects in each house. Astrid is TS10, but there is only 5 other test subjects in the valley at the moment. Three live elsewhere and one is no longer even on the island.
On the outside, Astrid's house looked the same as anyone else's; except twice the size. The front door was giant, but the doorknob was instead a handle, and at the same elevation and position it would be on a regular sized door. George was going to slowly give her a tour of the full house, but Astrid was quick to cut him off here- she could feel the transformation coming on quickly already and would rather be alone for that. He simply informed her that there is an onyx slate on the bedside table in the bedroom she can use to contact him, since he is her handler now, and left her with that.
Astrid would have to look around more later- her legs were tingling a bit like they were going to sleep- internal pressure was increasing to foreshadow growth, but it was squeezing the nerves in her legs and causing poor circulation. She needed to get to her bed to get off her feet. The bed was very squat with very thick legs- to hold someone of immense weight and size. It looked like two queen sized beds pushed together... just how big is she going to get? A normal test subject probably would have prodded the researchers for more information on their form, but Astrid wanted the thrill of surprise. Her pant legs were starting to fill rapidly as her thighs increased in size- almost entirely due to muscle. It made sense- if you increased the bone mass before the muscle, she would collapse from not being able to lift her own legs. What Astrid watched carefully is the shape. If her thighs start to stretch wider front-to-back, and take a triangular shape, that will mean she is getting regressed to a quadruped.
The growth felt like the muscle clenching on its own, but just when it starts to relax again a moment later it clenches again. Because it flexes again before fully releasing from the first- they overlap, and every flex causes them to swell a bit larger. They did start to get a bit more flat shaped than a normal human, but not at a rate that made it seem like she was getting full cow legs- so she doesn't have to worry about not being able to walk upright. She was immediately distracted by a wave of warmth around her crotch so sudden it almost felt like she had pissed herself without realizing. Astrid pulled her shirt up and pulled the waist of her pants down to reveal her skin color deepening to candy pink.
She grinned wide. "An udder- fuck yessss. The best part of going cow~! Ooh I hope they did induced lactation too!" She seen fat veins bulging up from the shallow but broad pink bubble that is her proto-udder, and the veins dragged the pink coloration further up, heading to her chest but sinking too deep into her torso to follow all the way up. "Milk veins- a direct feed straight to my heart. Wait... that also means my heart itself is going to change. Hmm." She felt her pants dig into herself and quickly made a move to take them off but stopped when she realized she already could not wedge her fingers under the fabric. "Oops- guess I am exploding out of these. They aren't going to fit after this anyway, so I guess it makes no difference. Poor little human pants- you can't contain meee~"
Astrid cooed as she felt a tug on her pussy because of the udder's growth pulling the skin taught so close to her privates. She flopped back on the bed while leaving her legs hanging off the end, which gave her pants a bit more room to survive a few more seconds. She felt an odd sensation of concentrated growth in four quarters of the udder, but rather than spreading the skin out it was welling up, making the skin there thicker than anywhere else- she knew right away that was the formation of teats. Her hands quickly found them and her fingers pressed in and rolled over them in a circular motion to encourage their growth. Astrid was not even watching the changes at this point though- her eyes just rolled back and she closed them entirely to just enjoy the sensations. She had transformed herself into enough different forms by now that she could tell what was happening without even looking. The touch caused the thickened flesh to fill and project out, stretching the forming folds as they ballooned into little nipples and then fat teats. Her udder inflated out from the rest of her torso several inches before the cleft even became visible so it stopped looking like a cartoon equivalent of an udder. The cleft is two walls of muscle that help keep its structure and hold it as steady as possible, while dividing the four segments. The vertical wall is the stronger of the two so that cleft is often deeper- the front two segments are also more likely to be smaller than the back two, if they are not equal. Astrid could not help but tug the udder up- which also pulled on her vulva below. Unlike a proper cow; her torso is not broad enough to space the two organ sets apart, so the udder and pussy are so close together you can't even really tell the difference- her labia blush the same pink as the udder flesh is by default.
Astrid gasps as the seams on her pants burst and her thickening thighs start to balloon out the gaps- though her skin is becoming a bit more solid as well. Not just the muscle in her legs now but her actual skin is thickening as well- cow hide. This causes the structure of the muscle to be obscured again, so her legs do not outwardly appear muscular, even though they definitely are. Her butt is growing too but not nearly as fast- which is good because it would cause her pants to dig into her skin painfully if it was. The teats on her udder grew large enough that she was now using them as handles to slosh her udder around by. Because she is laying down, her udder does not billow as far forward with growth because its weight is sitting back onto itself, so it rounds out and becomes increasingly jiggly instead. The seams on her pants pop again and spread even wider, exposing more flesh and still more flesh. Her pants start to wiggle down a bit as well- her butt has grown enough to start pushing it down in the back due to the curvature of her glutes, and her udder is fat enough now in the front that it is shoving her pants down there as well to make room to plump up even more.
Her toes curl suddenly and Astrid softly kicks her legs as the bones in her feet make rapid-fire clicks and quiet cracks as they change shape! Her central toe regresses as the others rapidly devour its biomass! Her biggest and smallest toes remain relatively the same size but the nail on their end enlarges and thickens quickly, turning to a rounded pyramid shaped block of charcoal colored keratin- tiny hoof segments. The other two toes grow tremendously, but mostly in girth causing the joints to be obscured and become less mobile- the nails on their ends also turn to hoof segments but of much greater size. The first knuckle joint of the toes becomes gigantic, and the foot behind it fuse together as they grow, eventually regressing entirely into a single bone only- the cannon bone of an ungulate. This made it tremendously long and thick, making a third segment for the leg in place of what was formerly the sole of her foot. It also means she is at the very least a full foot taller than before. She now has the cloven hoof of a cow- two dew claws and two primary hoof segments; an even-toed ungulate. Her socks barely cover over the knuckle joint now, but she also doesn't need footwear anymore anyway- her hooves act as permanent shoes. The waist of her pants start to dig in deeper, but because the entire upper leg is torn open on either side, the pant's don't have any structural integrity left and the waist quickly snaps and bursts the entire top of her pants apart, causing her meaty thighs to wobble out entirely! Astrid rolls onto her side as she feels the growth in her butt surge, filling her glutes out. Her hips build a pressure of their own and twice over her pelvis lets out a loud, hollow pop and expands! It grows much wider than it does overall, changing its shape a bit but not into a bovine one really, just an oddly proportioned human pelvis still.
Astrid sits up and her udder flops into her lap, and she only needs to move her legs a bit to let it slide between. Her hips are now wide enough that her udder has room to slosh down between her legs. She shoves both her palms into the top of her udder, shoving it down harder as she moans loudly from the feeling. Her udder swells larger, but also her vulva grows in size and the pubic mound rounds out plumper- taking advantage of the additional space. The shape remains that of a human though- not bovine. As she leans forward now; her tail bone starts to push out into a tail, starting to grow hairs out of the tip even as the body of the tail is still growing. Astrid cries out startled as her legs suddenly shift proportion! Her shins become shorter and then the entire leg from start to finish shrink in length and grow in girth, making her bones considerably larger, but then the overall leg grows, restoring the length while keeping the added girth. More cow proportioned than she was expecting- though the thigh structure and pelvic socket still allow for bipedal motion. Her butt cheeks- while considerably bigger now- are also still very round, which is decidedly human; bovine have boxy rumps. Her tail lashed around erratically, moving in response to the feeling of growth inside rather than any conscious input. The hair on the end was already growing longer than on any normal cow- it is trying to match the pale blond hair on her head in length. Her udder became rounder and rounder, starting to look like a huge pink pumpkin! Each teat on the end thicker and a bit longer than her thumbs- even the fat veins trailing into it from around its base were as thick as her fingers! It slowed to a stop at blue-ribbon Holstein size. Very, very large, but not completely outside of bovine standards. In her currently position sitting up on the end of the bed, it felt like the udder was trying to yank her off the end from its weight. She isn't even lactating yet- imagine how heavy it could get if it were actually full of something.
Astrid watched as her tail finished growing in, and once it stopped her changes seemed to die down. Surely this isn't the entire transformation though? Given that it is changing her actual biology, the pause may be because her body ran out of spare material to help build the changes from- she needs to eat. Or sleep. It could be a few things, really. She wanted to take care of something else first- her pussy was drooling now and it just so happens that among the things she packed to bring with her into her new life; her favorite 'toy' is among them.
Astrid opened her suitcase and immediately popped out an almost comically large dildo. Not the longest dildo on the market- it is cone shaped and the base is so wide it almost resembles an odd looking traffic cone. Colored like cotton candy; blue and pink swirled silicon rubber. The body of it is soft but is covered in stiff round bumps placed randomly all around it- textured for pleasure! Usually she was doing the splits by the time she was even halfway down, but thanks to her hip expansion her vaginal passage was now a lot larger too... she might actually finally conquer the beast.
Her tail raised in a loose loop as she lowered herself on the tip. Astrid was squirmed up further onto the bed now and still on her back, but arched her hips up off the bed. This wasn't a dildo you just immediately sat down on. The dildo itself is sideways laying down with her, but as she slid the tip in she angled her hips up so the base of the dildo pressed into the soft bed, making sure that if she moved down- the dildo will catch on the bed, not moving with her. She held her udder up using her forearm and wrist- holding herself steady with the other elbow on the bed, and gently rubbing over her clit with her fingers as she eased the dildo into her. Then her hand sped up its circular motions and teased closer to the actual clitoral hood and her stiff pleasure button, while she gently scooched down the bed easing more of the phallic monster into her. Her pussy was already riled up before she even started, so it drooled natural lube over the dildo in abundance, so she was able to work up quickly. Her tail swished from side to side very slowly, but twitched with every jolt of pleasure. Astrid surprised herself when she felt the base wedge up between her big butt cheeks! Wow, she actually took it. Does RHE let her order stuff from the outside world? She might want to invest in another 'mountain' to climb. Since her pussy is used to trying to bite off more than it can chew, she now sat up onto the dildo to wedge even more into her- shoving her body weight down onto it to drive it in harder.
Now that Astrid did not need her other arm to steady herself, she used one to paw at her pussy and mash her clit down toward the shaft stretching her vaginal walls forward, and she used her other hand to dig her fingers into the soft udder flesh and knead it like baker's dough! The fat flesh billowed up between her fingers, but was too rubbery to allow her digits to sink completely out of view into it. All the flesh around her hand billowed up around her aggressive grip, pulling taught and smooth. Astrid rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the edge of a mountainous orgasm approaching. She dipped forward, placing both hands on her udder now and mashing it into the bed to balance herself on, as she folded a leg under herself; wedging an ankle under the base of the dildo, so when she rocked back into place there was now her ankle under her, shoving the dildo up while her entire body weight shoved down, cramming it into her as deep as it could possibly ever go! Her tail curled around her hip, loosely hugging her. She shoved down on the body of her udder hard, which caused the underside to grind down against the front of her pussy and Astrid cried out at such a high pitch it was more of a squeak as she climaxed and squirt, trembling around her favorite toy.
She actually passed out entirely- because the sun was just starting to set by the time Astrid opened her eyes again. She got up and cleaned up her little mess, stashing her toy under the bed for its next adventure. She finally clicked the lights on and started to look around her house. Because her hips are wider now, she has quite a bit more swagger to her walk- and her tail follows the sway even further out making it seem even more exaggerated. Her walk was unintentionally sexy. The house is simple; only one floor, but modern and quite spacious since it is twice the size of the other homes- the roof is abnormally high for a home. The bedroom is across from a bathroom, and there is a large walk-in closet at the end of the hall. On the opposite end is the foyer which is a narrow strip between kitchen and living room- there is no wall separating any of them, so it is all just one huge space; the only real division marked by the floor. The foyer had wood floor, the living room carpet, and the kitchen was tile. The far side of the living room had a PC and desk, most of the front wall was a giant window with curtains drawn over it, and a television set up in front of the last third of the window across from a low glass-top table and couch. A nice touch is that the lights in the house had manual controls as well as audio- you can just tell the lights to turn off. The stove, PC, and television also have voice controls. This is most likely because test subjects could potentially have their hands regress to paws or hooves- which would prevent them from manually using these things. All houses had a standard look and default furnishings, so they all had to be made with that in mind.
Astrid poked around the kitchen and decided to whip herself up a nice big dinner- she decided to go meat-heavy for dinner, because she is being hybridized with bovine... which could potentially prevent her from being able to digest meat normally, so she wanted to load up on it while she still can. Astrid was feeling a bit woozy and had to steady herself on something several times. Between her nervousness of being here and the strain of the changes on her body she was having a bit of a tough time with this transformation. Usually it is entirely magic based, so the resources taken from her actual body is zero, but that isn't the case with this one. Astrid ate twice as much as normal, but only felt mildly full. She considered walking around a bit outside to explore a little, but since the sun was starting to go down that would probably be a bad idea- she could easily get lost since she doesn't know where anything is even when there is light. She decided to watch television, but ended up falling in and out of sleep and not paying any real attention to what she was watching, it was just a comforting sound in the background. The couch was also almost more bed-like than a couch, which did not help her stay awake. The body and back was unusually tall, while the arms were normal height off the body of the couch. The cushions were twice as wide, so she could sit far enough back that her udder was up on the couch with her, and she could rest a bowl of snacks on it if she wanted.
Astrid had no idea what time it was when she woke up next and wandered toward her bedroom, deciding to just fully go to sleep again at this point. Her heart seemed to be pumping unusually hard- her heart rate was normal but she could hear its beats loudly in her ears and almost felt like it was softly drumming against the inside of her ribs. She put a hand on her chest and paused by the bedroom door, closing it so she could look at herself in the full-body mirror on the back of it. Her heart hammed even harder now. She shivered from the weird sensation- it was beating so hard she could almost feel the blood rippling out from it through her body. She moaned and leaned forward, pushing her forehead against her reflection in the mirror as the veins in her neck bulged and her vision seemed to turn partially blue from blood pressure behind her eyes! The cartilage in her nose let out a loud *thunk* and the bridge of her nose started to get wider, and also flatten with her forehead! She felt pressure in the base of her neck but then it spread through her entire spine below that as well! At seemingly random places down her spinal column; vertebrae popped apart, bleeding calcium jelly from the bone above and below the gap, condensing into new segments! Her spine is growing longer! But, so is her neck, from the base up! She felt suddenly winded and took a deep breath, but then another without exhaling! Her lungs quickly expanded, shoving up against her ribs- her heart swelling bigger too! Several more sets of ribs started to branch out from her spine, extending the length of her rib cage, keeping the ratio between ribs and midriff the same in spite of the added torso length. Her breath started to fog the glass on her mirror as her breaths became larger with her expanded lung size and growing nostrils! Her jaw started to push out, putting it flat with the end of her expanding nose! Her upper teeth started to regress however, being absorbed into and becoming one and the same with the upper jaw! Just how cow-like is she becoming?! Bovine don't have teeth at the top front, only the bottom front.
Astrid moaned long and hard, and unintentionally sounded almost identical to the lowing of a cow. They weren't going to turn her feral... were they? Although it is a TEST, so even RHE isn't entirely sure where she is going to end up. She startled herself when the mirror suddenly cracked at the top half and she pulled her head away, realizing she was growing horns! Her breasts felt tight and her ribs cracked in rapid-fire, expanding her upper torso to match the growth that had happened in the bottom earlier, but this was also stretching her breasts out. The fat seemed to be re-absorbed into her body, causing her breasts to regress, and even the coloration started to fade out on her nipples and areola! Her udder made a quiet gurgling sound and firmed up for a moment, swelling a bit bigger- rather than get rid of the mammary mass, it was re-allocated to her udder. A bovine's chest is even longer than it is wide, but while her ribs were expanding they are not changing their shape. Her neck felt hot, and the fat, expanded veins vanished under her skin again as it started to thicken. Her skin seemed to be expanding faster than the contents of her neck! Wrinkles formed where it started to bunch up, then plumped, then started to deepen into actual folds!
Astrid lowed again, staggering back to sit on the end of her bed but ended up flopping onto the floor with her back against the bed. Her skull started to grow, and her jaws really started to push out now! With her nose getting wider and face growing out under it- the bridge of her nose lost all definition against the rest of her face and simply became the top of it. The longer her face got, the further up the former bridge of her nose and forehead pointed. Her nostrils flared huge and even her tongue swelled up, filling her mouth completely crammed against her teeth before her jaws stretched long enough to give it space! At the sides of her head, her ears took on a leaf-shape, but also grew tremendously, so her head felt like it was being stretched in every direction at once. The bones in her arms seemed to grow now, but with diminishing effect the further down her arm it went- so most of the expansion was at the top giving their overall shape a vaguely triangular form. Her shoulder blades also started to get longer... that was... odd. That is neither a property of a cow nor a human. Her extending face took up more and more of her vision, till it had expanded so massive that it started to angle her eyes out to either side of her head! That put her vision on either side far enough out that the point where her vision converges at the front is past her long face. Prey species have eyes on the sides of their head, not the front. The changes seemed to stop there for now, leaving Astrid breathing heavily a bit dazed by it all for several moments before she stood again.
Astrid looked at herself in the lower half of the mirror that was still un-cracked. Her head was entirely that of a cow! Except she has no fur, and she still has human eyebrows and hair. The skin on the end of her face turned more vibrant, becoming the candy pink that her udder is, and is textured a bit differently from the rest of her skin- this also continued onto her lips; which means they became lighter in order to reach the same tone. Her ears are leaf shaped but absolutely huge, and droop down when resting- between that and the long dew laps, at least some of her traits had to have come from a Brahman cow. Her neck is at least twice as thick at the base as before and almost three times as long- but the skin on it is absurdly long even taking that into account. She has long dewlaps! The loose skin pools at the base when she is upright, though it hangs at the same length if her neck was horizontal. The neck of her shirt is torn a bit from being much too small, though since her breasts vanished when her ribs expanded- the body of her shirt was tight but still fit. Since her body is longer, the bottom of the shirt did not even go far enough down to entirely cover her ribs, never mind her midriff. Astrid was even more tired now, and crawled her way into bed, gently kneading the soft flesh of her neck as she went to sleep.
Astrid did not remain sleeping through the entire night, and her dreams were abruptly interrupted when she felt herself changing again! Since she was woken up by it, it took her several moments to even realize what was happening. It felt like someone was trying to pull the blankets off her bed, but then she realized the blankets are not moving at all- she is. Her entire body is getting bigger; from head to toe! That is also why it was hard to detect what was changing- everything was changing equally! She could hear the springs in the mattress grinding together from her weight increasing rapidly, luckily the bed was already built to support someone of inhuman size. Even though it was like two huge beds together, it was starting to feel more like a normal sized bed to her. RHE's predictive ability is impressive, given how much of a shot in the dark this test would have been. She is TS10- that means only 9 other people total have ever been tested on, and odds are their transformations were on something else entirely. Her arms seemed to grow a slightly faster than the rest- so they better matched her already expanded torso, and modified legs. Suddenly her hands are large enough that the enchanted onyx slate was no longer the size of a tablet to her, but more like a smartphone in size comparison. Her head would actually be LARGER than any normal cow now- by a little bit. Her udder was already a blue ribbon dairy cow in size compared to her body... now that her entire body is massive, the udder is so large it is the size of an adult human curled into a fetal position and weighs twice that. She could hear the threads in her shirt groan in pain before the rips around the neck exploded across the arms, blowing out the shoulders entirely! She tried to reach down and pull the rest off, but in trying to move her arms the muscles of her upper back bulged and created another rip that exploded the body of the shirt vertically, completely rending it off of her.
Astrid was still tired, and still lying in bed, so as soon as the growth stopped forcing her to be awake, she once again returned to sleep. The udder felt very comfortable when resting- it was like a huge warm pillow between her legs, and she slept on her side, but leaned forward, so her weight was half-rested on her udder, squishing it against the bed, then bunched up the blankets with one arm against her chest to prop her upper half up in that position. It felt weird not having any tits up top now- it would take a while to get used to.
Astrid woke up refreshed the next day, but it still took some effort to get out of bed, and she ended up just lying there for at least an hour because she was comfy, and her body was feeling stiff and awkward. Was this how it is supposed to be, or was there more? It was pretty early morning when she woke up anyway, so even with her delaying an hour it was still early in the day.
Astrid just looked around her room slowly when she got up. "This place loOOoked giant yesterday... everything shrank." She paused at the sound of her voice- deeper but still very much womanly. "Muh-m-my voice is differoOont."
She rolled her shoulder joints several times- something felt off there. Every time she moved her arms, her muscles seemed to squirm for a fraction of a second longer. When she finally got going, her steps were lumbering and heavy. Her torso is much longer, which forces her to have a forward hunch, even with her enlarged vertebrae. Her tail is looking oddly thicker too- like, unnaturally thick, almost like it is swollen. When she was making breakfast, she looked at her reflection in a spoon before eating and gasped as she noticed another change! It must have happened while she was entirely asleep! Her horns are a bit larger- making them quite big for a cow, but also there was a tiny pair of horns BEHIND them! Spaced out by a few inches so the second set of horns is actually growing from her upper neck, not her head. Well that ain't normal.
Her arm muscles felt weird, almost cramped, but stretching them didn't seem to help. Almost immediately as soon as she finished her breakfast, she quickly shoved her chair back from the table and hunched over groaning. She heard a sound like bending wood from her bones and her arms started to stretch longer width-wise! Large bulges appeared on the underside of her wrist! Her tail started to feel an odd pressure and became tingly as well, causing her to lean even further forward in the chair and raise the tail up- it was getting thicker too! But the mass wasn't increasing in her tail- so by pulling further out horizontally it was creating a divot in the middle, causing the tissue to sink in deeper and deeper! Her arms jarred abruptly on their own and there was a loud pop! She realized a second bone had spawned and fully divided from her upper arm! Then her elbow! Then her forearm! The bulge on her wrist grew longer and longer, started to bend a bit at the end but was mostly immobile. When what looked like a charcoal toned nail started to stiffen and divide on its end, she realized what was happening. Starting from the top and going down, a divot formed and deepened to go straight through her malformed arm entirely, with a sound like someone peeling tape off of a solid surface slowly! Her arms and BRANCHING- she is growing a second pair of limbs! That is why her shoulder blades grew longer the other day- they are dividing too! What emerged from her human arms were however entirely bovine! She has the forelegs of a cow, minus the fur!
Astrid's horns started to grow again, creating an itchy feeling at their base where they rapidly expanded out from her skull. Now looking more appropriate for a bull than a cow- but the horns behind them also grew to compete! With a sharp but brief pain, another set of horns emerged another few inches behind those, at the middle of the back of her neck! Then a fourth pair behind those at the very base of her neck! Astrid grew four sets of horns! Shaped like a stretched out S; the two top sets were of equal size and quite large, but the third set was only half as big, and the fourth set was nothing more than a pair of rounded bone spikes. She would be unable to sleep on her back now without impaling her bed. Astrid's hips jarred forward from the feeling so close to her tender bits as the base of her tail also split, trailing down its length till it popped entirely into two identical cow tails! The bald side of either tail rapidly started to grow in hair to complete either tassel, but Astrid noted the hair that grew in now is dark brown, not blond.
George arrived at noon to check up on her and was astounded by her colossal figure. He examined her all over while making many notes to send to RHE immediately. Astrid's neck was predicted to get bigger, and her face to get some bovine traits, but they did not think it would go FULL bovine like it did- and the extra horns and double tail were a complete surprise. George pointed out to her though; the double arms were intentional. When walking upright she has a hunch, but she has four bovine legs- she can walk on four legs now as well as two. That is where all the doubled features emerged from- Olivia actually used samples from multiple bovine to make the single tincture. In order to walk on all fours, she needs hooves, but replacing her hands with hooves means she can no longer do regular human stuff. So to have it both ways- she now has four front limbs, but to do THAT- the feature needed to be repeated... which had the side effect of also doubling her tail, and quadrupling her horns. In spite of the unintentional mutations, her body still works fine. George confirmed that this would be her final form- she shouldn't change any more than this. At least, in shape. Astrid did note the two-tone color of her tail tassels. Her hair color is going to change- but it will change as it grows out, so the transition will be gradual, spreading up from the roots till the blond eventually bleeds away entirely. Her new hair color is dark brown.
It was not till that evening that Astrid finally decided to go out and look around the island a bit. She wanted to try walking on all fours, but it was sort of awkward to do in her house. Finding what to do with all her limbs was a bit awkward too. When standing up, her bovine legs sort of just hug her chest- because they can't comfortably hang perfectly straight down, but she also has no use for them when standing upright. When on all fours she loosely grips her bovine forelimbs with her hands to keep her hands off the ground when they aren't needed. Astrid started to walk south through the grassy valley toward a smaller mountain that was separated from all the ones that line the outside of the island, but was startled when someone else emerged from the forest to her right just a few feet ahead of her! The houses were back north, so she did not expect to run into anyone going south.
"Oh. New girl on the block. You must have just arrived yesterday?" She chuckled. "I don't think I would have missed someone of your size for long."
Astrid blushed. "Y-yea."
She isn't exactly small, either. TS08 is Ceba. Her expression always look unintentionally piercing, because her eyebrows are unusually bushy and her iris a shade of brown that looks red in most lighting, giving her an intense stare. Ceba is half Tibetan Mastiff- an extraordinarily large dog. Instead of hair on her head she instead has a massive bushy mane of fur that grows all the way around her neck and then up onto her head, following the normal hairline at the front. It is so long that in the front it fills her cleavage in spite of it not actually growing any lower than her collar bone. Adorning her chest- and completely uncovered- are not two but eight breasts! On her chest is two D cups with large, gradually faded edge areola, then below that two C cups with average sized soft edged areola. Below her rib cage is two B cups with small, hard-edged areola, and below that- flanking her belly button- are two A cups that do not appear to have areola at all, just nipples. Her arms from the elbows down are covered in fur, but it tapers off onto a triangle on the back of her hand, making it look like she is wearing some sort of fur gauntlet. Ceba's back is covered in a good bit of fur too, taking on an hourglass shape- a broad downward stripe trailing from her mane, and an upward stripe from where her butt... would be.
Her hips are extremely modified- being almost more like a gigantic, thick collar bone rather than hips at all- because from that point on she has the entire body of a dog. Ceba is a taur! What looks like a huge pubic mound actually trails downward to become the pectoral muscles of the canine half. What looks like the glutes of her human half is actually the traps of the dog's upper back. Which means her midriff is sort of like a neck. Since she is a taur- that also means she has yet another eight nipples on the underside of the dog half, though no breasts behind any of those. She only has one vulva, and it's fully canine at the very back of everything else. Her tail curls on itself and to the side, but the fur on the dog is so fluffy it almost perfectly camouflages in with the rest of her, just looking like a giant hill of fluff. The fur on her head and back is black except for a stripe of brown at the very front of her throat and her eyebrows. Her fur gauntlets are brown but fade to black at the elbows. On the dog portion the chest and underbelly are brown as well as all four of its gigantic paws, but the entire rest is all black.
"I am Ceba- test subject 8. You will usually find me at home or in the woods during the day." She motioned over herself. "Too much fur to be out in direct sunlight without spontaneously combusting."
"Yea, I can see that being an issuUue. Oh, uh, my name is Astr- ... actually, call m-mmOO-m-me Audumbla! That is what my tincture was called, and this is the start of a new moo, so."
"Alright, well, it is good to meet you Audumbla. Welcome to RHEI."
Ceba took Astrid into the woods on a foot-beaten path while talking about the various locations around the island that she could visit. Her paw prints against the soil are so large they could be mistaken for a bear paw instead of a dog. Test subjects needed to stay on RHEI to protect RHE's secrets from the outside world till the testing phase is over, but they can go anywhere on the island they want. RHE will provide food, electricity, television, internet, and shelter for the test subjects for their entire lives and this paradise island to live on. RHEI is not a small island by a long shot, with douzens of mountains tall enough to have ice caps in spite of the island being in the sub-tropics there is hundreds of paths you can take to climb them. There are forests around their bases, plateaus, plains, flower fields, hidden hot spring grottos, a beach, and even two sub-islands- one of which is so close to the shore you can walk over to it when the tide is out.
"They are installing a pool soon too between all the current houses... can't wait for that. Although I will have to learn how to swim all over again. I will have to learn the dog-paddle."
Astrid laughed. "I tried some taur foOOurms in the past myself- noOover a dog though."
"Oh? You knew transformation magic on the outside?"
"Y- ...yea. I uh... had a bit of a problem-m-moo with it."
Ceba cocked an eyebrow, slowing her walk to look back at Astrid. "How so? Even if you mess up a transformation, doesn't it automatically abort when the mana runs out?"
Astrid groaned, trying to think of an answer that did not turn into a giant rant on all she knows about transformation. "Yes but mmmaintaining a transformation takes a lot less mooona than casting it in the first place and if yoOOu move around or are in an area with a high mana flow, chances are it isn't going toOu run out. But, my problem-m-mm was I enjoy it a little too much and... became addicted tOOu it. That is how I landed here- figured I would need toOou lay off the magic a while tooo be here in the first place, and I didn't take any of mu-m-MOO..." She cleared her throat. "MY magic kit with me, so I currently have no access to it even if I wanted toou doou it."
"I... didn't know that was something someone could get addicted to in the first place."
"Well... yea. Muh-m-mine wasn't... I realized it rather early, so the damages were minimal but, some peoOple have nearly destroyed themselves doing it. They love the feeling of change, oOor the escapism, or both, and they spend so long transformmmed that they forget what they are supposed toOu look like, and they layer so muh-many transformmmations on top of each other back toOo back that they start to bleed together, and they start to forget even what normmmal humoons or animools looked like, because all they see is their distorted version." She had to catch her breath after saying that- she wasn't expecting to fight with her own voice so much, unintentionally lowing.
"But if they get to a mana deprived area they would still turn into their true selves again, no?"
Astrid shook her head sadly. "Not if it gets real bad. Mmmana poisoning. When the body is so saturated by mana that it cannot discharge it anym-m-more, and loses its ability to naturally regulate it. If you cannot get rid oOuf the mana completely, parts of the spell will also remain or re-trigger by complete accident. The body is operated on bio-electricity, signals sent by your brain. Collectively the network oOuf this energy in your body is known as the chakra. Mana is also a formmm of energy- dissipated enough to be ambient without notice, but dense enough to still be moonipulated by us on some level to form moogic out of. Mana and chakra are both states of energy, so... you can technically complete a mana circuit and create a spell roOOune using your own life force. If you have mana poisoning- it can trigger at commmplete random. And if spell effects go off at random, you could end up blowing yourself up out of the blooo, or turning toOu stone, or melting, or who knows what. If you just keep transforming than those runes linger, so those randommm runes add themselves to the transformootion spell you try to cast and distort the result, creating corrupted forms." Astrid took a breath and sighed. "I didn't get anywhere near that. But I accidentally embarrassed a friend at what was supposed toOu be a big moment for him, and it helped moo realize I had a problem. It wasn't moo... but it could have been. I wouldn't have known if that event didn't happen."
Astrid smiled and nodded timidly. "I think this new body will help moo too. I transformed into so muh-m-many different bodies but... this one definitely feels different. It is permanent, but it also isn't moo old body. So it is sort of moo body and sort of not at the same time. I don't... feel the need for change. Not right now anyway. I just want toOu explore this body and see how life is in these new sho- er, hooves."
"Yea, I bet furniture in your house is probably pretty heavily modified to deal with that body."
"Yea. Hey- is your toilet shaped like a weird backwards J too?"
Ceba tilted her head. "Uh... more like a U."
"Oh, yea, mmmine has a little elevated dip on the front for my udder to rest on when I sit so moo teats don't brush the floor, I guess yours wouldn't need that."
"Yea, but the bowl is still low to the floor and U shaped, because my actual butt is so far away from where a normal human butt would be- and I cannot stand on two legs to get JUST my butt up there."
"Yea, mine has that part! I can stand and walk on two legs still, but I can also walk on four legs- so I am testing the least famooliar part first." Astrid stood up and Ceba took a step back so she could still make eye contact.
"Good Gods you are colossal."
Astrid blushed. Standing on two legs she is at the very least twice as tall as Ceba, who is already taller than most women. The roof on normal homes in the valley are about seven to eight feet tall, and hers is almost twice that- so she is well over eight feet tall but under fifteen. No one has actually measured her since her changes, but it is likely around the twelve foot mark.
Astrid got over her addiction to transformation magic- though she did still love to transform, and would eventually get her hands on several other forms. Like a pretty dress- she only dawned her alternate forms for some extra exotic fun here and there on rare occasion. Her now multi-cow / human hybrid form was her default now- her genome itself altered to that state, so even when not under a transformation spell she is technically always transformed. As she got used to her body a last few changes took place slowly- when new hair grew in to replace the old, the new was dark brown, so the blond was phased out entirely over time. Her skin also changed color, very slowly- so slowly it was at first mistaken for an odd tan. Most of her turned brown- though a powder brown to contrast still from the dark brown of her new hair. The brown skin existed as splotches like on a cow, but they are each so large that her pale rosen skin exists only as cracks between them- narrow gaps in the otherwise brown palette. It was also revealed to her that her udder had a more important fate than to simply produce milk. She was given ten silver runic rings to wear on all her human digits that channels energy into her body very, very slowly, and her udder naturally balances these specific channels of energy into fire and ice magic in perfect harmony- opposing elements that would normally be borderline impossible to merge. Once distilled, her udder will on rare occasion produce a drop of Eitr- an extremely powerful alchemical substance made of perfectly balanced ice and fire. A single drop of which is worth several hundred dollars. Leaning into her new bling- she got a huge septum ring for her bovine nose and three large ring piercings into the loose dewlaps on her neck, and a scaffold piercing on either of her large droopy ears! All silver to match the rings.
A year later her friend Monty was having another book signing at the local mall. His first signing ever was a bit of a disaster thanks to Astrid. She showed up in a custom hybrid form, not wanting to miss the big event for her friend, but also unable to attend in her true form... unfortunately the ambient mana in the area was too much, and she had minor mana poisoning, so her transformation went further than intended, and turned her mind feral too. She started acting like a beast, smelling and nuzzling the others who had shown up to get a book signed, causing most to flee the strange creature she had become, ruining the event. She was so out of it that by the time her mind faded back in she was unconscious on the bathroom floor of the mall the following morning. Yikes.
Since then Monty has had several signings that were thankfully not complete train wrecks- though Astrid had also fallen off the face of the Earth. He told her to get help and that was the last he had spoken to her, she completely fell out of contact. He tried to visit her a few times here and there, but eventually found out she had moved- someone else now lived in her old apartment. Was she so ashamed that she abandoned her entire old life and all her friends? Monty worried about her, but there was nothing he could do without even knowing where she went. At this signing though, as the crowd was thinning he glanced over and noticed Astrid leaned against a pillar at the side of the hall, like she was waiting a turn to get a book signed like any random person there. He told everyone to wait and hustled over to her, and she smiled when she seen he noticed her.
Unseen was the curse mark branded on her tongue by RHE- preventing her from being able to reveal the company or its work while she is outside of the island. They provided her a transformation spell of... herself. Restoring her original form via magic- though if she ran out of mana or encountered a warding stone this form would be broken and reveal her *new* true form. RHE agents acting as escorts loom just around the corner, acting casually and blending in with the regular crowds of the mall- making sure nothing interrupts her transformed state. There is a section of the RHE contract known as the Heart Clause that allows subjects at minimum one day every year where they can visit friends or family, no matter where in the world they are- RHE will escort them there and back to make sure no one knows their secret. If there is a medical emergency the time allowed off the island is automatically extended accordingly. Astrid was making her rounds between friend and family and making sure everyone knows she is going away, but will still be in contact. There is an internet connection on the island, so there is nothing stopping test subjects from contacting anyone on the outside world whenever they want- the curse mark prevents them from spilling the beans, even by accident.
"Astrid, by Psimance, where have you been?"
She laughed lightly. "Busy. I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me ever again, after what I did..."
He swat her shoulder. "You are my friend, you idiot. I was mad, but of course I wanted to see you again! I have been worried!"
"Well... I have a new job- far away. I won't be able to visit much at all, but-" She handed him a card with a phone number and email scribbled on it. "We can still keep in touch remotely."
"I hope the new job is keeping you out of trouble at least."
She chuckled. "Yea, it is actually. There are... a lot of cool people there, it is nice. I was nervous about seeing you again... wasn't sure how you'd react to seeing me after all this time, but I had to see you again, even if you did hate me."
And so Astrid tied her loose ends, and her life on RHEI truly began, as Audumbla! It turns out the cure for her transformation fever- was more cowbell. | STORY |
2.4 Boolean Logic
As part of the course, you will need to recognise the three logic symbols opposite. There is no need to memorise any others.
A simple way to remember is that the AND gate looks a little like the letter 'D' which is the last letter of AND.
With an AND gate, for the output to be on, both input A AND input B must be on.
With an OR gate, for the output to be on, either input A OR input B must be on.
With a NOT gate, the output is always the opposite of the input. The output is NOT what the input is.
In addition to the diagrams, you also need to know the technical names and written symbols that can be used.
When creating a truth table, the first step is to fill in the table with every possible combination of the inputs. Each one could be a 1 or a 0.
AND gate truth table
OR gate truth table
NOT gate truth table
Gates with simple inputs
What you will need
Ensure you fully understand how each of the gates works. You will need to be able to construct truth tables for at least two gates together and it could potentially have other inputs as well.
Using Boolean logic to solve problems
You could be asked to create a Boolean expression from a given problem. You will need to think about the logic symbols and how they would combine for the given situation. Here is an example:
A vending machine allows a user to enter a product number (P). They must then enter a valid payment card (V). Only if the product number is valid and the payment card has available funds will the machine vend the product (O).
For this problem, we can say that:
O ≡ P AND V | EDUCATION |
"Miss Guo"
" Miss Guo!!"
"Miss Guooooo!!"
"Misss Guoooo wakey wakey"
Paulit ulit na tawag ng kung sino.
"Miss Guo gising na pooo" ulit ng babaeng boses at hinila ako patayo
"Ano ba kita mong natutulog yung tao eh!!" sigaw ko at inalis ang kamay niyang nakahawak sa balikat ko.
Agad kong nilingon ang babaeng makulit at halos matulala ako sa itsura niya.
Para bang may nag play na music sa paligid, yung kantang naniniwala na ako sa forever mag mula ng makilala kita.
"S-Sorry po sorry po sorry po ma'am" paulit ulit na sabi ko at humawak pa sa kamay niya.
"Oras ng klase Miss Guo natutulog ka" sabi niya
"P-pasensya na po ma'am puyat po kasi" nakayukong sabi ko hawak parin ang kamay niya.
"Puyat dahil sa kakalaro?"
"Kakaisip po sa inyo ma'am" sagot ko at pinag siklop ang mga kamay namin.
"Nakoo si Guo bumabanat kay ma'am"
" Guo nasa eskwela tayo"
"Sheesh smooth yun a"
Sunod sunod na sabi ng mga ka klase ko.
Nasa room pa pala ako hayp. | STORY |
In this worksheet, you will see some diagrams that are divided into equal parts. Some parts of the diagram are colored, and others are not. Your job is to look at the fraction clue provided, and color in the parts of the diagram that shows that fraction.
For example, let’s say the fraction clue says “1/2.” That means we need to color in half of the diagram. So, you would look at the diagram and color in half of it, and leave the other half blank. Then, you would write the fraction “1/2” in words, which is “one-half.”
You can use different colors to make it more fun and interesting. And remember to always double-check your work to make sure you colored in the correct fraction.
The concept of “fraction” can only be used to represent shapes that are divided into equal parts. In these fractions, worksheets students identify fractions. Represent given fractions in picture mode as well as words.
After doing this activity Your child will be able to:
- Identify fractions
- Write fractions in word. | EDUCATION |
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AS SEEN ON NATIONAL TV: This is the media report.
PARENTS OF 15 - YEAR OLD - FIND $71,000 CASH HIDDEN
IN HIS CLOSET!
Does this headline look familiar? Of course it does.
You most likely have just seen this story recently
featured on a major nightly news program (USA).
And reported elsewhere in the world (including my neck
of the woods - New Zealand). His mother was cleaning
and putting laundry away when she came across a large
brown paper bag that was suspiciously buried beneath
some clothes and a skateboard in the back of her
15-year-old sons closet.
Nothing could have prepared her for the shock she got
when she opened the bag and found it was full of cash.
Five-dollar bills, twenties, fifties and hundreds -
all neatly rubber-banded in labeled piles.
"My first thought was that he had robbed a bank",
says the 41-year-old woman, "There was over $71,000
dollars in that bag -- that's more than my husband
earns in a year".
The woman immediately called her husband at the
car-dealership where he worked to tell him what she
had discovered. He came home right away and they
drove together to the boys school and picked him up.
Little did they suspect that where the money came from
was more shocking than actually finding it in
the closet.
As it turns out, the boy had been sending out, via
E-mail, a type of "Report" to E-mail addresses that he
obtained off the Internet. Everyday after school for
the past 2 months, he had been doing this right on his
computer in his bedroom.
"I just got the E-mail one day and I figured what the
heck, I put my name on it like the instructions said
and I started sending it out", says the clever
15-year-old.
The E-mail letter listed 5 addresses and contained
instructions to send one $5 dollar bill to each person
on the list, then delete the address at the top and
move the others addresses down, and finally to add
your name to the top of the list.
The letter goes on to state that you would receive
several thousand dollars in five-dollar bills within 2
weeks if you sent out the letter with your
name at the top of the 5-address list. "I get junk
E-mail all the time, and really did not think it was
going to work", the boy continues.
Within the first few days of sending out the E-mail,
the Post Office Box that his parents had gotten him
for his video-game magazine subscriptions began to
fill up with not magazines, but envelopes containing
$5 bills.
"About a week later I rode [my bike] down to the post
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home and empty out my backpack because I could not
carry it all".
Over the next few weeks, the boy continued sending
out the E-mail. "The money just kept coming in and I
just kept sorting it and stashing it in the closet,
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been riding his bike to several of the banks in his
area and exchanging the $5 bills for twenties, fifties
and hundreds.
"I didn't want the banks to get suspicious so I kept
riding to different banks with like five thousand at a
time in my backpack. I would usually tell the lady at
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One time the lady gave me a really strange look and
told me that she would not be able to do it for me and
my dad would have to come in and do it, but I just
rode to the next bank down the street (laughs)."
Surprisingly, the boy did not have any reason to be
afraid. The reporting news team examined and
investigated the so-called "chain-letter" the boy was
sending out and found that it was not a chain-letter
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US Postal and Lottery Laws, Title 18, Section 1302 and
1341, or Title 18, Section 3005 in the US code, also
in the code of federal regulations, Volume 16,
Sections 255 and 436, which state a product or service
must be exchanged for money received.
Every five-dollar bill that he received contained a
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================Order all 5 reports shown on the list below
=================
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ADDRESS IS ON YOUR ENVELOPE TOP LEFT CORNER in case of any mail
problems.
=== When you place your order, make sure you order each of the 5
reports.
You will need all 5 reports so that you can save them on your computer
and resell them. YOUR TOTAL COST $5 X 5=$25.00.
Within a few days you will receive, via e-mail, each of the 5 reports
from these 5 different individuals. Save them on your computer so they will
be accessible for you to send to the 1,000's of people who will order them
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in case something happens to your computer.
IMPORTANT - DO NOT alter the names of the people who are listed
next to each report, or their sequence on the list, in any way other
than what is instructed below in step '' 1 through 6 '' or you will
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this
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1.... After you have ordered all 5 reports, take this advertisement
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This person has made it through the cycle and is no doubt counting
their fortune.
2.... Move the name & address in REPORT # 4 down TO REPORT # 5.
3.... Move the name & address in REPORT # 3 down TO REPORT # 4.
4.... Move the name & address in REPORT # 2 down TO REPORT # 3.
5.... Move the name & address in REPORT # 1 down TO REPORT # 2
6.... Insert YOUR name & address in the REPORT # 1 Position.
PLEASE MAKE SURE you copy every name & address ACCURATELY!
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**** Take this entire letter, with the modified list of names, and save it
on your computer. DO NOT MAKE ANY OTHER CHANGES.
Save this on a disk as well just in case you loose any data. To assist
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includes how to send bulk e-mails legally, where to find thousands of
free
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venture going:
METHOD # 1: BY SENDING BULK E-MAIL LEGALLY
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Let's say that you decide to start small, just to see how it goes, and
we will assume You and those involved send out only 5,000 e-mails each.
Let's also assume that the mailing receive only a 0.2% response (the
response
could be much better but lets just say it is only 0.2%. Also many
people will send out hundreds of thousands e-mails instead of only 5,000
each).Continuing with this example, you send out only 5,000 e-mails.
With a 0.2% response, that is only 10 orders for report # 1
Those 10 people responded by sending out 5,000 e-mail each for a total
of 50,000.
Out of those 50,000 e-mails only 0.2% responded with orders. That's=100
people responded and ordered Report # 2.
Those 100 people mail out 5,000 e-mails each for a total of 500,000
e-mails. The 0.2% response to that is 1000 orders for Report # 3.
Those 1000 people send out 5,000 e-mails each for a total of 5
million e-mails sent out. The 0.2% response to that is 10,000 orders
for Report! # 4. Whose 10,000 people send out 5,000 e-mails each for a
total of
50,000,000 (50 million) e-mails. The 0.2% response to that is 100,000
orders for
Report # 5 THAT'S 100,000 ORDERS TIMES $5 EACH=$500,000.00 (half
million).
Your total income in this example is: 1..... $50 + 2..... $500
+ 3.....$5,000 + 4..... $50,000 + 5..... $500,000 ........ Grand
Total=$555,550.00
NUMBERS DO NOT LIE. GET A PENCIL & PAPER AND FIGURE OUT THE
WORST POSSIBLERESPONSES AND NO MATTER HOW YOU
CALCULATE IT, YOU WILL STILL
MAKE A LOT OF MONEY !
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REMEMBER FRIEND, THIS IS ASSUMING ONLY 10 PEOPLE ORDERING
OUT
OF 5,000 YOU MAILED TO. Dare to think for a moment what would happen if
everyone or half or even one 4th of those people mailed 100,000e-mails
each or more? There are over 150 million people on the Internet worldwide
and counting. Believe me, many people will do just that, and more!
METHOD # 2 : BY PLACING FREE ADS ON THE INTERNET
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Advertising on the net is very very inexpensive and there are
hundreds of FREE places to advertise. Placing a lot of free ads on the
Internet will easily get a larger response. We strongly suggest you
start with Method # 1and add METHOD # 2 as you go along. For every $5 you
receive, all you must do is e-mail them the Report they ordered. That's
it. Always provide
same day service on all orders.
This will guarantee that the e-mail they send out, with your
name and address on it, will be prompt because they can not advertise
until they receive the report.
===================AVAILABLE REPORTS
==========================
ORDER EACH REPORT BY ITS NUMBER & NAME ONLY. Notes: Always
send
$5 cash (U.S. CURRENCY) for each Report. Checks NOT accepted. Make sure
the cash is concealed by wrapping it in at least 2 sheets of paper. On
one of those sheets of paper, Write the NUMBER & the NAME of the Report you
are ordering,
YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS and your name and postal address.
PLACE YOUR ORDER FOR THESE REPORTS NOW :
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Order Report #1 from:
K.Palludan
9550 Summersweet Ct.
Las Vegas, Nevada 89123
USA
________________________________________________________________
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REPORT #2 "'The insider's Guide to Sending Bulk e-mail on the Net'
Order Report #2 from:
Kris Estes
3055 Casey Drive #203
Las Vegas, Nevada 89120
________________________________________________________________
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________________________________________________________________
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________________________________________________________________
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Idaho Falls, Idaho 83406
USA
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=== If you do not receive at least 10 orders for Report #1 within 2
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=== After you have received 10 orders, 2 to 3 weeks after that you
should receive 100 orders or more for REPORT # 2. If you did not, continue
advertising or sending e-mails until you do.
=== Once you have received 100 or more orders for Report # 2, YOU CAN
RELAX, because the system is already working for you, and the cash will
continue to roll in ! THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER: Every time your
name
is moved down on the list, you are placed in front of a Different report.
You can KEEP TRACK of your PROGRESS by watching which report
people are ordering from you. IF YOU WANT TO GENERATE MORE INCOME
SEND
ANOTHER BATCH OF E-MAILS AND START THE WHOLE PROCESS
AGAIN. There is NO
LIMIT to the income you can generate from this business !!!
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FOLLOWING IS A NOTE FROM THE ORIGINATOR OF THIS PROGRAM:
You have just received information that can give you financial freedom
for the rest of your life, with NO RISK and JUST A LITTLE BIT OF EFFORT.
You can make more money in the next few weeks and months than you have
ever imagined. Follow the program EXACTLY AS INSTRUCTED. Do Not change
it
in
any way. It works exceedingly well as it is now.
Remember to e-mail a copy of this exciting report after you have put
your name and address in Report #1 and moved others to #2 ...........# 5
as
instructed above. One of the people you send this to may send out
100,000 or more e-mails and your name will be on every one of them.
Remember
though, the more you send out the more potential customers! you will
reach. So
my friend, I have given you the ideas, information, materials and
opportunity to become financially independent. IT IS UP TO YOU NOW !
====================== MORE
TESTIMONIALS======================
'' My name is Mitchell. My wife, Jody and I live in Chicago. I am an
accountant with a major U.S. Corporation and I make pretty good
money. When I received this program I grumbled to Jody about receiving
''junk mail''. I made fun of the whole thing, spouting my knowledge of
the population and percentages involved. I ''knew'' it wouldn't work. Jody
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Within 3 weeks she had received 50 responses. Within the next 45 days she
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Mitchell Wolf M.D., Chicago, Illinois
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IDS Unit 2: Essential Concepts
Students will understand that the 'typical' value is a value that can represent the entire group, even though we know that not all members of the group share the same value.
The center of a distribution is the 'typical' value. One way of measuring the center is with the mean, which finds the balancing point of the distribution. The mean gives us the typical value, but does not tell the whole story. We need a way to measure the variability to understand how observations might differ from the typical value.
Another measure of center is the median, which can also be used to represent the typical value of a distribution. The median is preferred for skewed distributions or when there are outliers, because it better matches what we think of as 'typical.'
MAD measures the variability in a sample of data - the larger the value, the greater the variability. More precisely, the MAD is the typical distance of observations from the mean. There are other measures of spread as well, notably the standard deviation and the interquartile range (IQR).
A common statistical question is “How does this group compare to that group?” This is a hard question to answer when the groups have lots of variability. One approach is to compare the centers, spreads, and shapes of the distributions. Boxplots are a useful way of comparing distributions from different groups when all of the distributions are unimodal (one hump).
Writing (and saying) precise comparisons between groups in which variability is present based on the (a) center, (b) spread, (c) shape, and (d) unusual outcomes help to make statements in context of the data. Actual comparison statements should use terms such as "less than," "about the same as," etc.
Boxplots are an alternative visualization of histograms or dot plots. They capture most, but not all, of the features we can see in a dot plot or histogram.
Probability is an area about which we humans have poor intuition. Probability measures a long-run proportion: 50% chance means the event happens 50% of the time if you repeated it forever. When we don't repeat forever, we see variability.
In the short-term, actual outcomes of chance experiments vary from what is 'ideal.' An ideal die has equally likely outcomes. But that does not mean we will see exactly the same number of one dots, two dots, etc.
There are two ways of sampling data that model real-life sampling situations: with and without replacement. Larger samples tend to be closer to the "true" probability.
What does "A or B" mean versus "A and B" mean? These are compound events and two-way tables can be used to calculate probabilities for them.
Generating statistical questions is the first step in a Participatory Sensing campaign. Research and observations help create applicable campaign questions.
We can "shuffle" data based on categorical variables. The statistic we use is the difference in proportions. The distribution we form by shuffling represents what happens if chance were the only factor at play. If the actual observed difference in proportions is near the center of this shuffling distribution, then we would conclude that chance is a good explanation for the difference. But if it is extreme (in the tails or off the charts), then we should conclude that chance is NOT to blame. Sometimes, the apparent difference between groups is caused by chance.
We can also "shuffle" data based on numerical variables. The statistic we use is the difference in means. The distribution we form by this form of shuffling still represents what happens if chance were the only factor at play. When differences are small, we suspect that they might be due to chance. When differences are big, we suspect they might be 'real.'
We can enhance the context of a statistical problem by merging related data sets together. To merge data, each data set must have a "unique identifier" that tells us how to match up the lines of the data.
The Normal curve, also called the Gaussian distribution and the "bell curve," is a model that describes many real-life distributions and is usually called the Normal Model.
The standard deviation is another measure of spread. This is commonly used by statisticians because of its role in common models and distributions, such as the Normal Model.
Z-scores allow us a way to measure how extreme a value is, regardless of the units of measurement. Usually, z-scores will range between -3 and +3, and so values that are at or more extreme than -3 or +3 standard deviations are considered large. | EDUCATION |
This chapter comprises all kinds of numbers that we will be learning. Those are of different types: natural numbers, whole numbers, integers, rational numbers, and irrational numbers.
First and foremost, the importance of this chapter lies in the Rational and Irrational numbers. Let's say we are taking two numbers, ' m' and 'n'. If we can express these numbers in the mn form, then it can be said to be a "rational number", provided n≠0, because if n=0, it will lead to infinity. On every other hand, an irrational number is a number that can't be expressed as mn form where 'm' and 'n' both are integers and n≠0. Furthermore, any number within the root (√ ), if it is not a perfect square, then it is considered an irrational number. A unique point on a line can represent all the rational and irrational numbers, and every point will represent a real number.
The further chapter deals with the real numbers and their decimal expansions in two cases like, (a) when the remainder becomes zero (example: 1/2 , 3/4 etc.) and (b) the remainder never becomes zero (example: 7/8 , 1/7 etc.). Mainly, a number whose decimal expansion is terminating or non-terminating is a rational number.
You will be learning how to implement real numbers on a number line, the operations with the real numbers, the laws of exponents of the real numbers, and how to rationalise the denominator having roots by proper examples and solutions. | EDUCATION |
SEL / Character Ed Lesson Plan for grades 2-4
Students will understand the following:
2 - 4
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Conscience- The voice in your head and feeling in your heart and that tells you if something is right or wrong.
Core Values- Core Values are guiding beliefs about how people should act and treat each other. Some examples of core values are Honesty, Respect, Responsibility, Caring, and Fairness.
Your conscience is the voice in your head and feeling in your heart that helps you know if something is right or wrong.
Throughout your life you learn core values, which are the guiding beliefs in your family and society about what is right and wrong. Core Values guide how people treat each other so everyone can get along better.
Examples of Core Values: Honesty, Respect, Responsibility, Caring, Fairness.
When you are ready to do or say something, your conscience works super-fast to compare what you want to do against your core values. If the action is in-line with your values (what you know is right), it sends your body and mind signals that feel good about the action. If the action is not in line with your core values, your conscience sends you signals that let you know something is wrong in the action.
Your conscience is kind of like a super-fast computer app: You put in an input, it does a fast comparison with your core values, and gives you an output about whether the choices is right or wrong.
As a society, we agree that certain ways of behaving are right or wrong so that we can live together safely and positively. Our consciences help us all decide, very quickly, if something is the right or wrong thing to do.
The good feelings that come with good choices encourage people to do good things.
The uncomfortable feelings your conscience sends for making “wrong” choices help keep people from doing things that might hurt themselves or others.
Your conscience helps you make choices that are healthy, that help you get along with others, and that help you feel good about yourself.
What is Conscience Worksheet- this worksheet can be printed or filled in online for remote learning. Students review scenarios and decide if they feel right or feel wrong.
What is Conscience Interactive Activity- In this activity, students create a Conscience 3000-S with paper, cutting and pasting scenarios and whether the actions feel right or wrong.
Build a Conscience 3000-S- Build an interactive Conscience 3000-S using a box and printable actions/answers. Students input action cards and determine if an action feels right or wrong. | EDUCATION |
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A Better Friend
I purr happily, licking my mother's face and neck, getting her all wet, and easier to swallow. Both of us are so eager for this moment. She's taken off her nanosuit, allowing me to see all of her beautiful body.
I hug her to me and lay on the bed. I caress her soft fluffy fur with both hands as well as my forepaws. I could look at her for hours, my eyes tracing over every black marking, every sweet patch of silver. I gaze into her beautiful blue-green eyes. She lets out a little gasp as I open my mouth, kissing her deeply.
My tongue finds her own, and I find the texture intrigues me. This is yet another activity that I would have no problem taking part in for hours on end. Keeping my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to suckle upon it, I pull my head back. My jaw pops from its standard joint as I open my lips, beginning to take her head inside my mouth.
She reluctantly releases my tongue, purring happily as she finds herself neck deep inside me. I grab her under her arms with my hands, and grasp her hips with my forepaws, lifting her off the ground and pushing her up into my mouth.
With serpentine elasticity, my skin stretches to accommodate her shoulders. I curl my tongue around her breast, teasing her. She's wet and achingly hard. I push her up further, able to tilt my head back now, allowing gravity to take over and pull her down my gullet.
The aspect of my throat that leads to my stomach closes off, the part leading to my egg pouch opens, making absolutely sure that my mother will be safe. I hold onto her, making sure that she doesn't descend too quickly. We both want this drawn out, to take time. Both of were enjoying the experience.
She shivers as her breasts slide across my tongue, down inside me. I curl my tongue around her cock, holding her outside of me, wanting to pleasure her before she gets in too deep. She thrusts eagerly, but she wriggles and writhes, wanting to continue downward. As much as I'd like to caress her to climax with my tongue, have her seed coating my fur.
With some reluctance I release her, allowing the rest of her body to slide easily into my mouth and down my throat. She slips into my egg pouch easily. I slip my internal tentacles from their homes in the walls of my pouch. They seek out her sexes and breasts, soft sucker mouths and soft tongues caressing her.
My mother purrs happily, stroking my tentacles. I sense that she's tired, wanting sleep more then sex. I extend another tentacle, finding her mouth and slipping inside, distributing a sweet liquid into her mouth. Blocking her mouth as I am, even if she was unwilling to swallow, she'd be unable to spit it out. But she is willing. She eagerly gulps down my nectar, and it has an almost instantaneous effect, her eyes close and she drifts off into a restful sleep.
I pull the tentacle from her mouth, keeping the others in place, pleasuring her as she sleeps, insuring that she has exciting dreams. I lay back in our bed, purring, my tummy rounded with my mistress' presence. I stroke my belly with my forepaws, my mother's sense of happiness and contentment making me feel much the same.
I'm responsible for her state of happiness, and since my mother is happy, I'm happy as well. I'm to wait a few minutes, to make sure that my sleeping nectar functions properly, keeping my mistress asleep. I spend the time looking over my sexy form, the beauty of the body my mistresses dreamed up to fulfill their fantasies and desires.
I know that my standing height is just a shade over seven feet in height. Compared to the researchers, I'm nearly a giant. From front to flank, my draconic body is longer then I am tall, approximately ten feet in length, with twelve more of serpentine tail.
By placing my tail on the ground and curling it around my back legs, I can shift my center of gravity enough to stand solely on my hind legs. while such a balancing act makes for rather ungainly walking, it does allow me to utilize all four manipulatory limbs in an effective fashion.
My wingspan is similarly large, nearly thirty feet when unfurled fully. Their position is slightly off from that of a normal dragon to compensate for being comparatively front heavy with my humanoid torso, rather then a long neck and head.
I have four digits on each paw, three fingers and a thumb on my handpaws and forepaws, and three toes in front and one in back on my hindpaws. I'm incapable of manipulation with my hind legs, but I am able to grip things. The same with my wings, although they're by far my weakest limbs grip wise.
My tail is also designed to be extremely flexible, and it is prehensile. I'm able to grab things with it, pick things (and people) up with it, use it as a weapon to give a powerful swat, or curl it up and provide a comfy, fuzzy bed for any one of my mistresses, if they so desire.
I really like my coloration, like that of a tiger. Beautiful black stripes on a radiant orange with a white underbelly. I'm mostly furry, but the underbelly area of my draconic torso, back to the very tip of my tail is covered in soft, smooth scales. The contrast between my underbelly and my black nipples and genitals is something I find interesting. My coloration makes them stand out all the more.
I find myself absentmindedly twisting my hair. A sweet shade of honey blonde, it reaches down to just about touch my draconic back, but doesn't quite make it unless I lean back. It feels so wonderfully soft as well.
I pluck a pony-tailer from my mother's nightstand, putting my hair back so it doesn't become messy or tangled. I want to look my very best when I go out to see my other mistresses! Mother was quite sleepy and I didn't get to interact with them much outside of saying hello and walking past them.
It's only been about a minute, but I should wait about five before I can assume my mother is completely asleep and truly napping happily. I make a checklist of processes I can test on my own that have yet to be confirmed as working. Most of them were able to be tested with interaction with my cybernetic brain, so it's a rather short list. Most of them involve sensory experiences with my erogenous zones.
I also take a look at my files on my mistresses to see if there's anything I could do to make myself more pleasing. I chuckle as I find a common link. They're felines of course, so it shouldn't come as any surprise to me. I immediately set activation for all of my breast nodes, as well as making myself begin to lactate. All of them love multiple breasts, and all of them love milk.
I give myself an over view of their species as a whole, and I find it quite interesting. The data is so much more intriguing when looked over by an organic mind, rather then simply sitting in binary data files.
The six researchers aboard Damocles Station are all female type hermaphrodites and all feline. Though there's some variation, all are members of the Leiaou species. Originally a somewhat militaristic race of lions, upon advancing in technology the ratio of males to females that was natural to the species caused a strange sort of shift in how the culture viewed their males.
For the most part males were bred to be big and served the purpose of fighting off other males, or large dangerous creatures. With the advent of iron age technology, they became, for the most part, entirely replaceable. With a common ratio of ten females to one male, Leiaou society was of course female dominated. Males weren't particularly intelligent, and almost always inherently lazy.
As a result the females slowly broke free of their small pride-based social structure, using the males as slave labor and breeding almost exclusively. Males just weren't bright enough to take to schooling as the females did. So as a result all technological advances were created be females, who viewed the males with contempt, and thereby controlled what they created to their own gender's advantage.
The society advanced quite well and quite quickly on their home planet, most skirmishes settled through athletic contests, rather then out and out war. The Leiaou being an aggressive species of predators, but unlike others then put their natural power and aggression into something non-destructive.
As a result of a universal use for males solely for reproduction purposes, and other females for love, mating, and pleasure, as soon as genetic engineering and alteration technology became able to make a Leiaou female in appearance and have fully functional male and female genitals it was widely utilized. Within two generations the entire Leiaou race was made up of hermaphrodites.
When the Leiaou developed space faring technology, they found themselves to be quite useful to the rest of the furre races. The Leiaou are amongst the largest naturally occurring mammalian species, with an average specimen standing 6'8" and weighing 250 pounds on average. They are also highly intelligent and place an emphasis on education, discovery, and technology. After all, it helped them get to the point that they are today.
There is no discrimination against males and females of other species from Leiaou, though they believe themselves to be somewhat superior due to their dual genderedness. The Leiaou found the other furre races fascinating, and many take a member of another race as a sexual partner at least once in their lifetime.
Due to their size, strength, and keen minds, the Leiaou are primarily law enforcement officers, soldiers, and mercenaries, though there are a fair number of scientists. There are also a large number of Leiaou professional athletes. For the most part in mixed race society the Leiaou fill roles where they can put their size and strength to good use, as they're also naturally competitive and aggressive.
Despite using their males as such for most of their early society, the Leiaou have an intense dislike for slavery, and attempt to crush such operations as best they can. It might stem from regret regarding how they treated their males, but I'm not entirely sure. Sisterly compassion for the victims of such crimes bring many Leiaou to take one, or several, former captives into their own households, showing them true affection.
As a result 'pure' Leiaou, that is those who are fully leonine, comprise only about two thirds of the Leiaou population. There are a great number of interracial births fathered and mothered by Leiaou, all of whom are hermaphroditic, as Leiaou are genetically female and thus possessing two X chromosomes, combined with their bodies rejecting all Y-chromosome baring offspring.
Universally smaller then their Leiaou parents, physical careers aren't in the cards for most non-leonine Leiaou. They do inherit the keen mind of the Leiaou, and are well suited to scientific careers. Thus all Leiaou research stations, like Damocles, carry a heavy complement of non-leonine Leiaou crew members.
The purpose of most of the projects at Damocles are designed to eradicate slavery. Most of it is the design of engineered lifeforms like myself, that are perfectly suited for particular tasks, quick to grow to adulthood, and fast breeding. Thus able to work more efficiently then slave labor in fields where it's still economically feasible to utilize slave labor. While we're recognized as sentient lifeforms, and thus required to be paid, we're far more productive. Costs are less to pay us for a task, not meaning that we get paid less, but less money had to be spent on things like life support equipment and radiation shielding.
Others are designed to combat slavery in a more physical way, as better soldiers. I myself am impenetrable to all standard ballistic projectile fire, most calibers of rail gun, impervious to disrupter, disintegration, and laser fire past the 'expendable' outer layer of tissue. Theoretically at least. Individually each of my inner scales acts in such a fashion, but the way I'm designed has yet to be tested.
It's another thing that I don't expect to ever have to come to know, the Leiaou view harm and violence as things to be used when absolutely needed. It's likely my children who are placed in security roles will be the ones who find out if the inner scale system works or not, as they're the most likely to get blasted. It shouldn't occur on Damocles. Piracy against Leiaou holdings results in several wealthy Leiaou gleefully destroying the finances of any person and organization involved.
My five minutes are almost up. I begin to think of which of my mistresses I should go and meet with first. All of them are so busy, but I know that they would easily welcome the distraction of their collective creation come to pleasure them. I scan through the information I have on each one of them, all of them having some part in my creation, though Cally did the most work, and thus is programmed into me as my mother.
Mistress Tatanya contributed only the smallest parts to my design, but without them Mistress Cally couldn't have done very much. Tatanya is a virologist, and her work on the station centers around tailor making vaccine type viruses. Something that will have essentially no effect of the body, but trigger the creation of antibodies that will also be able to destroy something more dangerous. Or more common or annoying. It turns out every planet has it's own version of the common cold, and it alters every year. Also, altering my genetic structure now that I've been finished has to be done using retroviral treatments. It's old technology, but has really become something of an art; shaping existing DNA was easy to learn, but hard to perfect.
Mistress Tatanya is an ocelot, extremely small for a Leiaou, about five and a half feet in height. The images and profile I have tell me that she's a cute little dark haired bundle of energy, happy and hyper. She's prone to swishing her swivel chair from side to side while looking down her microscope. Even when she works she doesn't stop moving.
I can imagine her lithe little body beneath my tauric form, my cock stretching her to her very limit. She likes being dominated, and more then likely would prefer I treat her as my plaything instead of the other way around. As long as it is my mistress' desire, I have no problem taking on the role of mistress myself.
Mistress Leelinaw, or Lee-Lee for short is a very touchy-feely pantheress. Lee-Lee designed my sexual layout, as well as helping with a few other systems in her specializations. She is one of the most intelligent Leiaou, holding three doctorates. Her work as a fertility and reproductive specialist is behind her now for the most part. She's more focused on design aspects in various artificial creatures that are planned. Her knowledge of endocrinology, urology, and gynecology are all well appreciated by all aboard. With all that, she knows all the right places to rub and caress.
A quick interface with the station's computer shows that Mistress Lee-Lee is currently occupied with an appointment and thus sadly not available for play. Though considering who her patient is, I'm sure both are having a great deal of fun.
Mistress Regina is actually responsible for a great deal of my theoretical design. Due to her physiology, she isn't well suited for the intricate work that many of my other mistresses can accomplish. Unlike others on the station, who have several generations of Leiaou in their family tree, Reggie is the result of a loving union between a Leiaou diplomat and a true sphinx. As a result she is incredibly smart, having a good mind for working out puzzles as well as filling in the in between details about aspects of my form that the others don't have any specialization in.
While not holding any degrees, Regina is a font of knowledge on almost all topics. Her inability to chose and retain a major during schooling is a result of this. She's somewhat hunched over as compared to a true humanoid, and her hands are more like paws then true hands. The design of my forepaws is actually based on a more dexterous version of her own hands. She also prefers to walk on all fours, as due to a halfway quadrupedal biology bestows chronic back pain on those who walk upright too often.
She also has a pair of wonderfully soft feathered wings. Regrettably unlike my own, they're not suited for her weight. A true sphinx has a lighter build then a Leiaou, as well as having avian-like bones to lighten the body for flight. Reggie inherited her father's biology for the most part. While her frame would support larger wings, the genetic therapies that would also grant her the increased flight muscle strength in order to fly are prohibitively expensive, even for one paid so well to do wonderful cutting edge research.
The other five are currently saving to pay for the process, which is mostly the supplies and raw materials. Reggie herself has made several designs for the possibility, and we have all the equipment and expertise on the station to perform the genetic alteration, thus cutting out the huge fees involved for specialists.
Though usually serious, logical, and a bit enigmatic, Mistress Reggie's softer, cuddlier, more playful side emerges at times. Usually when she's in a randy mood, or a bit sleepy. She loves to snuggle, usually sharing a bed with another of my mistresses. Soft feathery wings make a wonderful blanket, though I'm sure she'd like to try the experience herself with my own wings, even though they lack feathers.
Mistress Miriam is our all around technology specialist, robotics, cybernetics, nanotechnology. Her work is what allowed me to be conscious and fully sentient during the first few moments of true life. The direct-to-brain download technology is essential to creating a creature like me in a relatively quick amount of time. My body was grown to adult size and I was given a mind to match it. Anything less, and there would be the unpleasant task of having to raise a nigh-invulnerable and dangerously powerful half-ton infant.
Mistress Miriam is an Abyssinian, short fur that is a rich cinnamon in color. The best way to describe her is nerdy. While she's perfectly content with social interaction and such, she doesn't actively seek it out and seems happy with only bits of tech keeping her company. She also has a tendency to focus intently on one thing and ignore everything else. Tunnel vision, essentially. For the most part my role is to make sure she remembers to eat something other then snack foods and frosted delights. A quick scan of outgoing data traffic tells me that she's looking at porn, probably enjoying herself.
Mistress Pepper is the most like me, since she's also a genetically engineered lifeform, though on the other end of the spectrum. She's by far the smallest one on the station, not even four feet tall. Due to part of her creation she's extremely amelanistic, giving having mostly white fur, white hair, and red eyes. She has a few pink stripes on her body though, giving away that she's not really a true albino.
She's a botanist and contributed the photosynthetic function that my body would resort to in space in an emergency, as well as the ability to store light energy by using the backs of my wings, which function similar to leaves or solar panels. This allows me to not need as much food as one for my size, as well as storing up a charge inside of me that I can use to boost the strength of my draconic breath weapon. It does mean that I need some amount of real sunlight to take advantage of that process, though.
She's also... also... I blink a few times. I don't have her psychology profile. I check the area where it should be, and find that the data has been corrupted. I link up with the station's central databank and try to download it from there, but I find that it too has been made into a bunch of gibberish.
I poke around a bit, and I finally manage to find it on the tertiary file backup system. It's something that seems almost redundant, having the original data storage and two other backups, but when research is so important, it's better to be safe then sorry. Only Miriam and myself know of it's existence on the station, as it's only meant to be seen when all three data systems before it have failed.
I open the file and find out why the others were corrupted. Pepper is severely paranoid. I can't help but feel sorry for her, as her creation was in effect the complete opposite of mine. Whereas a great deal of thought and planning went into me, Pepper was created on the cheap by a company that quickly dissolved for violating lifeform rights practices.
Though the purchasing of synthetic lifeforms is allowed, we do have rights, though they're lesser then normal beings. Essentially it's somewhere between normal sentient's rights and an animal's rights. While it's not illegal to harm one's purchase, it is illegal to cause them irreparable bodily harm or outright kill them. We are to be treated humanely and we are to be paid for any work we do, though it's at fractional wages then other sentients, usually a quarter to a half depending on our owner's generosity. We serve at our tasks until we've made our owner four times our purchase price, then we're considered free creatures with the same rights as anyone else. There were a few scandals a while back of companies setting unrealistically high purchase prices, and only selling after 'discounts' that didn't affect how much the freedom price was, and a few other busts that dealt with companies that tried to set up situations where the synthetic lifeform could never earn its way free. Each time the government stomped out a loophole, the companies would try and find a new one. It's a dangerous but profitable gamble for companies, since the punishment for violating rights is as high as the profit that can be gained.
Mistress Pepper was engineered from Leiaou DNA combined with that of a non-sentient mouse. They did that in order to get a relatively small size, though the bits they left in that they shouldn't have caused Pepper problems. Her eyes don't work properly, she has oversized pupils and next to no irises. As a result her eyes let in far too much light. She wears tinted goggles everywhere in order to be able to see without pain.
She was created for a pleasure role, and much like myself was birthed as an adult using cybernetic attachments to the brain and direct downloading. Her programming is terrible, completely rigid, poorly written, and the source of no end of trouble. The corporation that designed her sought to exploit loopholes in the laws by 'renting' the creatures they made for a set period of time, then buying them back for the original price after a year, then memory wiping them and renting them out anew.
The cost of Pepper's series was artificially inflated, making it so that it was impossible to achieve the freedom price in imaginary wages. It doesn't matter if an artificial lifeform is paid for or not, taking normal scheduling and set base wages for various industries into account, they're meant to be freed even if their function is that of an unpaid personal companion.
So at the end of the year, each was brought back, their personality saved to a database, and the body's physical memory wiped. As they were still considered property this was legal, although incredibly unethical. It's for the lack of ethics that saw the company's demise, the Leiaou private sector essentially destroying the company and buying up the pieces, setting all those that were created there free as well.
Sadly that caused even more problems. Due to the rigidity of their programming, Pepper and those like her require a master, or else they're to return to the company for reassignment. Being free, they have no master, and there is no company to return to, which makes for a programming loop that causes strange and often unfortunate and sad things to happen.
Pepper was one of those whom they tried to rehabilitate, that simply lead to them fixating on their mentor to be their new mistress, even if it was never spoken. Pepper's mentor tried to steer her towards acquiring hobbies and interests, as a result Pepper took up gardening, and being told that she should learn as much as she can, Pepper went to collage to study botany.
Her mentor passed away shortly after Pepper's graduation, and due to the requirement for a master, Pepper satisfied that by essentially assigning the corporation that employed her as her master. So basically she lives for her work. She avoids conversation, as she's well aware that she depresses others. She stays in the greenhouse and tends to her plants all the time.
She also tends to be instinctually afraid of those larger then herself, which is everyone on the station. I know she probably won't seek me out to make friends or anything of the like, but I feel that she's the one who needs my companionship most, and that I might be able to help her. As I'm also a created lifeform, I'm not someone she can set as a mistress in her mind, and thus she can see me as an equal, unlike everyone else on the station. Hopefully I might be able to fix her mindset a bit, and if she allows me to link up with her, maybe I can fix the faulty programs that they put in her cybernetics.
I get to my feet and call up my internal map of the station, heading to the Arboretum on the upper floors, as computer logs indicate that Mistress Pepper spends 96.3 percent of her time there. Oddly enough she's never actually entered the room assigned to be her quarters. Apparently she keeps all her things in the Arboretum and sleeps there as well.
It was kind of a strange thing for someone programmed to be personal companion to take on a near feral lifestyle. But then again, considering her fear of almost all other sentient creatures, the Arboretum is the place where she's least likely to encounter them, and most likely to be near a hiding spot.
As I walk through the station, I can't help but feel alone as I meander though section after section of empty apartments, stores, food courts, and machine shops. This station was meant to hold over a thousand lifeforms in luxurious conditions, and four times that in more cramped arrangements. The circumstances and reasonings behind having a comparative handful of beings in such a large station are not a part of my mental database. Though I suppose due to the relative danger of some of the experiments a minimal staffing was required. Mistress Tatanya's experiments had the most possibility of incurring collateral damage if anything went wrong. Maybe the stations were mass-produced. Maybe people are intended to be moved in later. I should look into it at a later date.
I can tell I'm getting closer to the Arboretum, as the empty boxes of soil meant to hold landscaping are beginning to show signs of life. A few tiny sprouts here and there, and a scant few blades of grass appear as I walk onward. This soon gives way to small shoots and tiny flowers. It's rather strange, as internal calculations show that assuming even ten percent of the planters are filled to this distance from the Arboretum on this section of the station, that the amount of work required is beyond the capabilities of Mistress Pepper and eight All-Purpose Maintenance Droids, which is four times the number of AMDs that she's supposed to have active.
A quick check of the station's stores tells me that Pepper has no AMDs checked out, nor has she ever utilized one. As I near the Arboretum I can tell that she's done something to the plants, as records indicate these planters were not filled when the station was originally set for occupation ten years ago. Nor does the size correlate with the growth patterns of a standard specimen. The trees appear to have been growing here far longer then the five years Mistress Pepper has served as the only botanist in Damocles Station's history.
A small movement in the bushes draws my eye, it's not in sync with the station's air currents. It immediately puts me on edge, as it means that one of the ecological support creatures has gotten out of the Arboretum. I make a note to set a half dozen AMDs to the task the next time I'm near one of the storage units.
I activate the sliding doors into the Arboretum and step through, pulling my tail in quickly so as not to cause the doors to stall and keep the biological containment field up for longer then necessary. A diagnostic on the field itself indicates no gaps that would account for a small creature being able to sneak out. Perhaps another door then? I set the computer to perform diagnostics on all Arboretum containment fields as well as the doors themselves.
As the door closes, the opaque blue-green energy field shuts off, allowing me to view the biological splendor for the first time. My own capabilities are excessively limited in trying to convey the beauty of the place in words and phrases. Species of flora from a hundred worlds grow and flourish here, planted in the perfect arrangement to feed and nurture one another with their various soil needs and additions.
There are the green leafed plants that are common to nearly all worlds, but green leaves are mixed with blues and pinks and purples from places where the evolutionary process utilized a slightly different chemical composition. Slightly below the leafy canopy is an even more vibrant rainbow of colors, shorter flowering trees designed to be in near eternal bloom, fragrant flowering vines looping gently through their branches. A confetti of varying kinds of fruit contrasting the leaves and flowers that surround them adds still another dimension of color and beauty.
I know that I can walk the paths here for days and explore the beauty of this place. What I can see from this spot is the tiniest sample of what the Arboretum has to offer. The flowers that line the path are meant as the merest samplings of what is kept in the flower garden at the center. This area is meant to be a semi-open space, allowing for recreational activities and play.
As I walk toward the area where Pepper has her lab set up, I can find only a single sight that seems wrong or out of place. As I pass by what is listed on my internal floor plans as a playground is instead overrun with grapes, vine roses, and morning glories. The metal and plastic structure has been converted for use as trellises. The way it's almost entirely covered by growth, even the padded fall mats below, seems like an almost conscious effort to hide the thing from view. I make a note to ask Pepper about it, as I'm sure she's the source of any deviations from the original plans.
And the closer I get to Pepper's lab, the more the landscape begins to deviate. It's been grown larger, heavier, and thicker here, giving things a rainforest-y look with the density if not the environment. This area is cooler and more humid then the original specifications state it ought to be. More then likely for Pepper's own comfort.
It takes me a few minutes to find the way into Pepper's lab, as all but one of the paths into the area have been overgrown, trees and thorn bushes planted in the middle of them and allowed to grow wild. It makes me sad to see that Pepper feels that she needs to grow a fortress for herself in order to feel safe and secure.
I notice that the bird songs that are common in other sections of the Arboretum are entirely silent here. The small movements caused by small animals are also absent, although there are tiny shiftings not in line with the wind that I can't identify. I don't wish to jump to conclusions, but I have some speculation as to the direction of Mistress Pepper's applications of her research.
As I step into the gazebo that serves as the entry to the lab itself, I find my suspicions confirmed as a vine playfully curls around my tail, tickling the underside. I turn and gently remove the vine, clicking my tongue disapprovingly at it, letting the plants know that I'm not here to play, nor am I a violent, dangerous creature, prone to needlessly tearing away curious flora.
I follow the sound of muted song into the main lab, where I see Mistress Pepper laying atop the belly of what appears to be an exceptionally large green gecko. I look over the creature, spying flower buds along its back. I can find no match to existing species in the station's data banks. Nor can I find it in a registry of licensed artificial lifeforms. Though if it is primarily plant based it's exempt from registration.
The gecko is hugging Pepper against its belly tightly, the tiny white furred feline humming happily, eyes closed. I approach slowly, making enough noise to make myself known. I lay on my belly beside the two of them, reaching down to stroke Pepper's hair. The lab's lights have been darkened enough to allow her to work without the use of her goggles, so I see the deep red oil drops that are her eyes as she looks up at me with a smile.
"Anya." she says softly. I nod and return the smile with one of my own. She's so very tiny, not even as tall as my arm is long. I offer a hand to help her to her feet, her tiny handpaws barely encircle my own fingers as she allows me to pull her up from her place on the plant gecko's tummy. The creature rolls onto it's belly, looking up at me warily.
"Halu isn't sure if she likes you just yet." Pepper says in almost a whisper, which I soon realize is her speaking voice. She looks down at the gecko, which is eying me curiously. I reach down and give Halu a few pats on the head, and then I lean a bit further forward to give her belly a few tickles. The plant creature squirms contentedly at the touch.
Pepper smiles, "She's decided she likes you. I think I like you too." she says, hugging me as best she can. "Even though you're so much bigger then I am, I don't feel afraid of you."
I nod, "Likely it's because I'm an artificial lifeform, Mistress."
She sighs and takes a seat on my back, sitting with her back against that of my own humanoid torso. "Probably. My programming either treats you like another one of me, or overrides my instincts knowing you yourself are designed to be entirely unable to harm me. Doesn't really matter which one." she says, sighing again.
We sit in silence for a few minutes as she looks me over, running her handpaws over my wings, feeling the muscle beneath my skin, but she always returns to stroking the soft smoothness of my wing membranes.
"They look black until you turn them towards the light, then you can see they're actually a really dark green." she says, looking up at me with a smile, one that looks almost real rather then those that have come before, those have simply been parts of her manners and courtesy programs.
"I made the pigmentation?" she asks, a question. She knows she did, but she requires confirmation.
"You did indeed, Mistress." I say in reply, reaching back and patting her on the leg. "Thank you."
She nods and again we return to silence. I begin to see why she distances herself from others. She's never been taught the way to properly interact with others socially, she was programmed to speak only when first spoken to, and though her current role dictates that she no longer has to abide by that rule, force of habit has made her uncomfortable speaking first.
I curl my tail around her, gently picking her up as I shift to allow us to have a face to face conversation, allowing her to lay on one of my back legs. I curl my tail into an oval shape, the bottom keeping her rump from sliding off my leg, while the upper portion provides a rest for her head. She smiles, a genuine smile this time, and absentmindedly begins scratching my leg, enjoying the feeling of my soft fur.
"I don't disturb you?" she says after another minute or so of silence.
I shake my head, "No, Mistress, I understand that you were made to listen, not to talk, so you don't talk very often and have a hard time bringing yourself to do so. Most sentients have evolved to have a sense of relative urgency, so they feel uncomfortable with long silences when someone has to find the proper words and test and retest them a dozen times in their own mind."
"Yeah, we live just about forever, so we don't have that problem." she says with a smile that's betrayed by a sad glint in her eye.
"I'm not sure I want to, though. Live forever that is." she says, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. I decide to remain quiet, as she wants to talk about something.
"Especially if this is as good as it gets. Anya, this is the longest actual conversation I've ever had with anyone. Usually it's just a few sentences from me to somebody detailing my progress and maybe one or two questions. Or I get told something and I nod. The only time I can remember that I've actually spoken longer with somebody was when I was first recovered, and those conversations with my adviser don't count because they were prompted, nor do presntations. It's prompted, scheduled, and prepared in advance and even those make me nervous. It's still burned into me to be careful of saying something that's wrong, even if I go over the data a hundred times I'm still nervous I'll screw up. It's why I wanted to be out here, I can just type out my progress reports and transmit them without having to say a word." says the tiny Leiaou with a soft sigh.
"You probably think I'm silly for not getting my programming cleared out, but I just... can't. It's built to where it's an incredible phobia. I've tried to get it done, but the moment the utility touches my programming, awake or asleep I start to panic. My fight or flight response goes haywire after awhile. The last time I tried to get it done, I went into biological overload and was clinically dead for three minutes before they brought me out of it."
"It's stupid. I know it's not going to hurt me, I know it's going to make me feel better, but I just can't help it. I was at the manufacturing plant when they got me, I was the next in line to get mind wiped. It's a horrible sensation, having everything you know just vanish into nothing and you come out knowing that you used to remember more then you do now, that you used to act differently, think differently, that you know you used to be a completely different person, but you can't remember how you were different. You can't do anything but act to follow your original programming."
"I had a sister. Though technically I guess my whole design series were sisters, but we were owned as a pair. Compared to some of the things I've heard, we actually had a pretty nice owner. We just cooked and cleaned. Our mistress had gotten to liking us just the way we were, and with company organization being as poor as our programming, we went three years without being sent back for wipes. So suffice to say we actually developed deep set personalities. It was during the last days of the company when an emergency ass covering search of outstanding models pegged us as almost having worked to our release cost."
"Our Mistress was an old woman, she couldn't do anything when they pick up crew came to get us. She'd been giving the pick up guy a thousand credits when he would come to pick us up for program updates every 6 months, and two thousand every year to skip the mind wipes. Though because the process never actually took place, it was just marked down that we were, the accounting files were never purged. So company policy dictated that we had to be brought in and reset as a precaution."
Pepper is silent for awhile. "There's a reason it's illegal to mind wipe after two years, and twenty one months is the usual safety cut off. The neurons grow too big and too widespread or something and when you try to run the wipe current through them..."
The little feline just shakes her head and sighs. "Super-stroke. Mint had the lower production number, so she sat in front of me." Pepper sighs again. "Do you know what a mass program conflict overrun is?"
I wince, "In poorly coded cybernetic programming it's where so many guidelines for behavior are in conflict that they can't be resolved and are responded to in the order they appear in the hard code."
Pepper nods. "Due to a quick fix, some of the behavior files were shunted to later serial numbers. So when I saw blood coming from Mint's nose 'Defend Self' 'Defend Sister' beat out the need to obey company rules and regulations. When I was breaking out, thankfully, the Leiaou were breaking in. Company'd been dismantled as a legal entity, and all operations were to stop immediately. Though it wasn't immediately enough for Mint, or for the three attendants that found out how sharp my teeth were."
Another long silence. "I can't eat anything that bleeds because it reminds me of..." she's having trouble finding the word, but a motion to the side of her neck where the jugular vein lies is enough to get her meaning across.
"Can't eat meat, don't like having animals around. S'why I like plants, they just suck up food from soil, water, and sunlight. Though Halu eats bugs. That's ok, bugs don't bleed thick and red." she says with a shiver.
"When the removal of my programming was first described to me, it sounded like a mind wipe to me. I decidedly didn't want one. When it started making integration into society harder and harder, it was explained to me in better terms, but I couldn't get over my phobia. Eventually I just had my cyberlink taken out, as I started to get more and more uncomfortable doing anything with it. I stopped using the link entirely, and then just had it taken out as it became something I didn't use that had the capacity to kill me."
She sighs. "So, yeah. I'm stuck with a head full of bad wiring and no real way to get rid of it. I try to change my behavior but it's slow going. No one notices I'm improving but me. I figure in another twenty years I won't instinctively try and duck under a table when any true born feline taller then four feet walks into the room."
She falls silent again, and I get the sense that she's probably not going to start back up. "You've never told anyone that story before, have you?"
Pepper shakes her head, I smile at her, picking her up and giving her a hug. "Well you told it to me, and I think being able to tell me that is a big improvement. If you ever need to talk, I'm always ready to listen." I purr, nuzzling the tiny white feline's neck.
She kisses my nose. "I'll remember that. Thank you, Anya."
We sit in silence again, but this time it's a happy silence. Pepper clings to me tightly, snuggled up against my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her. I let her go when she starts to wiggle a little bit. Neither of us needs to say anything. She goes to a nearby computer on a low table and continues her work, the large plant gecko walking over to provide a seat for the tiny feline.
I can see Pepper smiling as she goes about her work, something that I'm sure she doesn't do often. As I leave the lab I find myself smiling as well. I've been designed to attend to the wants and needs of those aboard the station. I'm not even a day old, and I've provided Mistress Pepper with the one thing she needs most in this universe, a good friend. | STORY |
Hypothesis Testing: The Basics
Say I hand you a coin. How would you tell if it's fair? If you flipped it 100 times and it came up heads 51 times, what would you say? What if it came up heads 5 times, instead?
In the first case you'd be inclined to say the coin was fair and in the second case you'd be inclined to say it was biased towards tails. How certain are you? Or, even more specifically, how likely is it actually that the coin is fair in each case?
Questions like the ones above fall into a domain called hypothesis testing. Hypothesis testing is a way of systematically quantifying how certain you are of the result of a statistical experiment.
In the coin example the "experiment" was flipping the coin 100 times. There are two questions you can ask. One, assuming the coin was fair, how likely is it that you'd observe the results we did? Two, what is the likelihood that the coin is fair given the results you observed?
Of course, an experiment can be much more complex than coin flipping. Any situation where you're taking a random sample of a population and measuring something about it is an experiment, and for our purposes this includes A/B testing.
Let's focus on the coin flip example understand the basics.
The Null Hypothesis
The most common type of hypothesis testing involves a null hypothesis. The null hypothesis, denoted H0, is a statement about the world which can plausibly account for the data you observe. Don't read anything into the fact that it's called the "null" hypothesis — it's just the hypothesis we're trying to test.
For example, "the coin is fair" is an example of a null hypothesis, as is "the coin is biased." The important part is that the null hypothesis be able to be expressed in simple, mathematical terms. We'll see how to express these statements mathematically in just a bit.
The main goal of hypothesis testing is to tell us whether we have enough evidence to reject the null hypothesis. In our case we want to know whether the coin is biased or not, so our null hypothesis should be "the coin is fair." If we get enough evidence that contradicts this hypothesis, say, by flipping it 100 times and having it come up heads only once, then we can safely reject it.
All of this is perfectly quantifiable, of course. What constitutes "enough" and "safely" are all a matter of statistics.
The Statistics, Intuitively
So, we have a coin. Our null hypothesis is that this coin is fair. We flip it 100 times and it comes up heads 51 times. Do we know whether the coin is biased or not?
Our gut might say the coin is fair, or at least probably fair, but we can't say for sure. The expected number of heads is 50 and 51 is quite close. But what if we flipped the coin 100,000 times and it came up heads 51,000 times? We see 51% heads both times, but in the second instance the coin is more likely to be biased.
Lack of evidence to the contrary is not evidence that the null hypothesis is true. Rather, it means that we don't have sufficient evidence to conclude that the null hypothesis is false. The coin might actually have a 51% bias towards heads, after all.
If instead we saw 1 head for 100 flips that would be another story. Intuitively we know that the chance of seeing this if the null hypothesis were true is so small that we would be comfortable rejecting the null hypothesis and declaring the coin to (probably) be biased.
Let's quantify our intuition.
The Coin Flip
Formally the flip of a coin can be represented by a Bernoulli trial. A Bernoulli trial is a random variable X such that
That is, X takes on the value 1 (representing heads) with probability p, and 0 (representing tails) with probability 1 - pOf course, 1 can represent either heads or tails so long as you're consistent and 0 represents the opposite outcome.
Now, let's say we have 100 coin flips. Let Xi represent the ith coin flip. Then the random variable
The Statistics, Mathematically
Say you have a set of observations O and a null hypothesis H0. In the above coin example we were trying to calculate
We can use whatever level of confidence we want before rejecting the null hypothesis, but most people choose 90%, 95%, or 99%. For example if we choose a 95% confidence level we reject the null hypothesis if
The Central Limit Theorem is the main piece of math here. Briefly, the Central Limit Theorem says that the sum of any number of re-averaged identically distributed random variables approximates a normal distribution.
Remember our random variables from before? If we let
But by the central limit theorem we also know that p approximates a normal distribution. This means we can estimate the standard deviation of p as
Wrapping It Up
Our null hypothesis is that the coin is fair. Mathematically we're saying
Here's the normal curve:
A 95% level of confidence means we reject the null hypothesis if p falls outside 95% of the area of the normal curve. Looking at that chart we see that this corresponds to approximately 1.98 standard deviations.
The so-called "z-score" tells us how many standard deviations away from the mean our sample is, and it's calculated as
The numerator is "p - 0.50" because our null hypothesis is that p = 0.50. This measures how far the sample mean, p, diverges from the expect mean of a fair coin, 0.50.
Let's say we flipped three coins 100 times each and got the following data.
|Data for 100 Flips of a Coin
Using a 95% confidence level we'd conclude that Coin 2 and Coin 3 are biased using the techniques we've developed so far. Coin 2 is 2.04 standard deviations from the mean and Coin 3 is 5.77 standard deviations.
When your test statistic meets the 95% confidence threshold we call it statistically significant.
This means there's only a 5% chance of observing what you did assuming the null hypothesis was true. Phrased another way, there's only a 5% chance that your observation is due to random variation.
Hypothesis testing is a way of systematically quantifying how certain you are of the result of a statistical experiment. You start by forming a null hypothesis, e.g., "this coin is fair," and then calculate the likelihood that your observations are due to pure chance rather than a real difference in the population.
The confidence interval is the level at which you reject the null hypothesis. If there is a 95% chance that there's a real difference in your observations, given the null hypothesis, then you are confident in rejecting it. This also means there is a 5% chance you're wrong and the difference is due to random fluctuations.
The null hypothesis can be any mathematical statement and the test you use depends on both the underlying data and your null hypothesis. In our coin flipping example the underlying data approximated a normal distribution and we wanted to test whether the observed proportion of heads was different enough to be significant. In this case we were measuring the sample mean.
We can measure anything, though: the sample variance, correlation, etc. Different tests needs to be used to determine whether these are statistically significant, as we'll see in coming articles.
Now that we understand the innards of hypothesis testing we can apply our knowledge to A/B tests to determine whether new features actually effect user behavior. Until then! | EDUCATION |
The Treaty of Versailles is one of the most significant documents in modern history, marking the end of World War I and shaping the course of the 20th century. Signed on June 28, 1919, by the victorious Allied powers and Germany, the treaty laid out the terms and conditions for peace after years of devastating warfare. However, the Treaty of Versailles is much more than just a document that ended a war. It has had a lasting impact on international relations, political ideologies, and global conflicts.
In this article, we will delve into the intricacies of the treaty and explore its effects on modern history. We will examine the context in which the Treaty of Versailles was created, including the events leading up to World War I and the motivations of the countries involved. We will also analyze the key provisions of the treaty and their consequences, both immediate and long-term. Furthermore, we will discuss the criticisms and controversies surrounding the Treaty of Versailles, as well as its legacy in shaping the modern world.
From reparations and disarmament to territorial changes and the establishment of the League of Nations, the treaty had a profound impact on global politics and set the stage for future conflicts. Join us as we dive into the fascinating history of the Treaty of Versailles and gain a deeper understanding of its role in shaping our world today. The Treaty of Versailles, signed in 1919, marked the official end of World War I and laid out the terms for Germany's surrender. However, its impact extended far beyond the end of the war. By restructuring the political landscape of Europe, the treaty set the stage for future conflicts and shaped the course of modern history.
To fully understand the significance of this pivotal event, it is important to examine its historical context and key players. The treaty was primarily negotiated by the Allied powers - Britain, France, Italy, and the United States - with Germany being forced to accept its terms. One of the most significant repercussions of the Treaty of Versailles was the rise of Adolf Hitler and the start of World War II. The harsh terms imposed on Germany, including massive reparations payments and territorial losses, planted the seeds for Hitler's rise to power and fueled resentment and anger among the German people.
Furthermore, the treaty's impact was not limited to Europe. It also affected colonial powers and their territories, as many European countries were forced to give up their colonies as part of the treaty. This led to changes in global power dynamics and further conflicts in regions such as Africa and Asia. Overall, it is clear that the Treaty of Versailles played a crucial role in shaping modern history.
Its impact can still be felt today, from the rise of authoritarian regimes to ongoing conflicts in various parts of the world. By understanding its historical context, key players, terms, and repercussions, we can gain a deeper understanding of how this treaty continues to shape our world.
The Key Players InvolvedThe Treaty of Versailles was a crucial event in modern history that involved several key players, including Woodrow Wilson, Georges Clemenceau, and David Lloyd George. These influential figures played a significant role in the negotiations and decisions that shaped the treaty and its impact on the world.
Woodrow Wilsonwas the President of the United States during the time of the treaty negotiations. He was a strong advocate for peace and idealistic principles, and played a major role in drafting the Fourteen Points - a set of guidelines for post-war peace.
Wilson's ideas heavily influenced the treaty, particularly in regards to the creation of the League of Nations.
Georges Clemenceauwas the Prime Minister of France and a key figure in the negotiations. He was known for his tough stance against Germany and pushed for harsh punishments and reparations in the treaty. Clemenceau's determination to weaken Germany and protect France's security greatly impacted the final terms of the treaty.
David Lloyd Georgewas the Prime Minister of Britain and also played a significant role in shaping the treaty. He advocated for a balance between punishing Germany and maintaining peace in Europe.
Lloyd George's efforts resulted in a compromise between Clemenceau's demands and Wilson's ideals, leading to the creation of a treaty that was both harsh and somewhat lenient towards Germany.
The Historical Context of the TreatyThe Treaty of Versailles was signed on June 28, 1919, officially marking the end of World War I and setting the stage for a new era in international relations. However, the events leading up to this momentous event can be traced back to the late 19th century, with the rise of nationalism and imperialism in Europe. The Franco-Prussian War of 1870-1871 marked a turning point in European history, leading to the unification of Germany and the formation of the German Empire. This newfound power and influence sparked tensions and rivalries among European nations, ultimately culminating in the outbreak of World War I in 1914. The war brought about significant changes in political, economic, and social structures around the world.
The involvement of global superpowers, such as the United States and Japan, further amplified its impact. As the war dragged on, it became clear that a decisive end would require a treaty to address the complex issues at hand. The Treaty of Versailles was the result of months of negotiations between the victorious Allied powers and Germany. It aimed to establish peace and prevent future conflicts by imposing strict terms on Germany.
Understanding the historical context of the Treaty of Versailles is crucial in comprehending its significance and impact on modern history. It not only shaped the course of the 20th century but also set the stage for future events that would shape global politics and relations.
Terms and Repercussions of the TreatyThe Treaty of Versailles, signed on June 28, 1919, officially marked the end of World War I. This treaty, which was primarily written by the Allied powers, imposed strict terms on Germany and its allies as punishment for their involvement in the war. These terms had significant repercussions on various regions and time periods, ultimately shaping the course of modern history.
One of the main terms of the treaty was the War Guilt Clause, which placed sole responsibility for the war on Germany. This not only damaged Germany's national pride and reputation, but also led to significant economic consequences. Germany was forced to pay reparations to the Allied powers, resulting in a weakened economy and high inflation rates. This economic turmoil would have long-lasting effects on Germany and its citizens.
The treaty also redrew the map of Europe, dismantling the Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman empires and creating new countries such as Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, and Iraq. These changes would have far-reaching consequences, leading to tensions and conflicts in the years to come. In addition, the Treaty of Versailles played a significant role in shaping American and European history. The harsh terms imposed on Germany were a contributing factor to the rise of Adolf Hitler and the outbreak of World War II.
The treaty also highlighted the growing divide between the United States and Europe, as President Woodrow Wilson's Fourteen Points were largely disregarded in favor of punishing Germany. In conclusion, analyzing the terms of the Treaty of Versailles and how they affected different regions and time periods is crucial for understanding modern history. The repercussions of this treaty are still felt today, serving as a reminder of the complex nature of international relations and the consequences of actions taken in times of conflict. In conclusion, the Treaty of Versailles is a crucial event in modern history that had far-reaching consequences. By understanding its impact on various aspects of society and politics, we gain a deeper appreciation for the complexities of this period and how it continues to shape our world today. | EDUCATION |
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1.1 Periodic signals
Fundamental to communications is the analogue signal known as the sinusoid or sine wave, shown in Figure 1.1. Sinusoids are important not only because they turn up naturally in a wide variety of situations, but also for their mathematical simplicity. Figure 1.1 shows a sinusoidal changing voltage, but other properties can change in this way, such as current, power, pressure, and so on.
A sinusoid is an example of a periodic signal. It repeats at regular time intervals. Any non-sinusoidal periodic signal can be regarded as a sum of sinusoids.
A section of a periodic signal between two consecutive maxima (or any other corresponding points) is called a cycle. The duration of a cycle is the period. The number of cycles in one second is the frequency. The unit of frequency is the hertz (Hz), where 1 Hz = 1 cycle per second. If f is the frequency in Hz and T is the period in seconds, then:
Also shown in Figure 1.1 is the amplitude, the maximum value of the sinusoid.
Activity 1.1 Self assessment
A sine wave has a frequency of 25 000 Hz (25 kHz). What is its period?
T = , so T = s = 0.00004 s or 40 µs.
Sinusoidal signals also have phase. This relates to the part of a cycle that the sinusoid has reached at a particular time. In Figure 1.1, for example, at zero time the signal is zero and rising. Shifting the signal to the right or left changes its phase. Phase is measured in degrees or radians, and ranges from 0° to 360° (0 to 2π radians).
Activity 1.2 Exploratory
This activity demonstrates how a sinusoid can be generated, by measuring the height of a rotating line.
It will allow you to explore the different features of the sinusoidal waveforms you have just been reading about, so that you can become more familiar with how sinusoids can be created and what happens when the different properties of sinusoids are altered.
The activity has been pre-loaded with the required settings to create a basic sine wave. When you click on ‘Generate’, you will see how a sine wave can be created by rotating a line of length a at a constant speed about a fixed point O. As the line rotates, you can see how the variation of the line marked y plotted against time traces out the shape of a sine wave. The frequency, amplitude and phase of the sinewave can be changed using the sliders at the top. Changes can only be made when the rotating line is stopped. | EDUCATION |
Of all the things for his grandfather to leave him in their will, a virtual pet was probably not the first one that William would’ve bet on, nor the second, nor would it probably be on the list at all. The old bastard had never been one for electronics, but he did have a keen eye for collector’s items; Bill recalled the many hours he spent perusing through the “Grand Archives”, as the old guy called them, always with his grandad by his side to explain what everything was, ready to chime in with a bit of history pertaining to whatever his grandson happened to take an interest in at any time. The guy had everything, from exceedingly rare LPs, to obscenely valuable trading cards, and even precious jewelry that had mysteriously vanished just before his death, presumably to hide the fact that they probably belonged to a series of foreign countries who would very much like them back; this, among many other things, was why William found it beyond strange that he had left him something of seemingly no value. Sure, the general consensus amongst internet dwellers who had never actually laid hands on one was that they were the best thing to have ever happened to the world of virtual entertainment; just plug the device into your computer and it would use up some of its processing power to project a 3D hologram of your pet, complete with a rudimentary AI that supposedly got a lot better with each release. It would appear, however, that no one had ever really seen one of these things, much less had evidence that they existed beyond newspaper clippings and business registries; online auctions never seemed to have any units for sale, and the company that apparently designed and produced them had long-since gone bankrupt, a victim of the market crash of the late Aughts. It had become one of those urban myths, or internet legends, one of the things that people totally remembered and absolutely, positively existed, but for which no evidence could ever be provided.
Until that day.
While the rest of the family were busy drawing up plans for what they would do with whatever piece of the Archives had been bequeathed to them, William chose to wait for a few days before heading to the legal office. He must’ve read through that letter a hundred or so times, and yet, for the life of him, he couldn’t make sense of what it was trying to tell him. Amidst the technical jargon and mandatory legalese, there was a small note left behind by his grandfather himself, who insisted that William be delivered a very specific message before he be allowed to claim his part of the inheritance:
“To my dearest William, I leave behind what is, perhaps, my greatest investment yet. It wasn’t the best of choices, nor was it the wisest one, but it is one I do not regret making, and would do it all over again. I recall fondly the days we spent sorting through my garbage, so I apologize if it seems like I’m stiffing you, at least in comparison with the rest of the family. Rest assured, whatever it is they get, they will never appreciate it as much as you did. It’s money to them. But to you, I leave something far greater, something with far more significance than even you could imagine; I can only hope that you do not think ill of me for having hidden this from you for all this time. Believe me when I say, I did so with a heavy heart, and it is, perhaps, the one regret I take to my grave. Perhaps one day we might meet again, and if so, I can only hope you accept my apologies. In the meantime, please, accept the greatest gift I could think to give you. With love, Grandad”
Sentimentalism aside, as soon as William got done with wiping the tears off his face he was left with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment; he had never expected to be given anything of note from the collection, nor did he even have the room for it, but for his grandfather to leave a note like that, he would’ve expected something more… significant. A family heirloom, perhaps, maybe some sort of revelation about his ancestry, a savage secret that would turn his life upside down; instead, he got a prototype, homegrown version of these weird Japanese pocket pet things that were all the rage a few years back, except more processor-hungry. It was maddening trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, hence why he didn’t just collect on it right away; he had to give it a reason, had to make sense of it… but how? There was no sense, nor would he be able to come up with any even if he tried, so there was no point in trying to squeeze blood from a stone. A good week after he received the letter, the young man presented himself to the lawyer’s office and gave them the letter, after which he received a large, taped-up cardboard box. Something rattled inside, so he made sure not to move it around too much while placing it on the front seat of his car, almost tripping over himself when trying to get it into his apartment.
Once inside, it was simply a matter of unpacking his gift and finding out what lay within. The contents only raised more questions though: multiple articles and clipped news pieces about the rise and fall of “Dorden Electronics”, the company responsible for the virtual pet that had been bequeathed to him, as well as a sheaf of papers that appeared to be technical specifications for the product. Most of the stuff was completely incomprehensible to him, being a lit major and all, but there was something at the bottom that peaked his interest: a certificate for a software engineering degree from a university he had never heard of before, signed to one Benjamin C. Simmons.
His grandfather.
Suddenly possessed of a renewed, frenzied curiosity, William went back to the previously discarded paperwork and poured through it, hoping to find what he was looking for. There, written on the corner, there was the name again: BC Simmons. Over yonder, on what appeared to be a payroll print-out, Benjamin Charles Simmons. His grandad’s name, repeated all over the place, every document pointing towards him again and again, all of it seemingly arranged so that he’d remove page after page from the stack of papers until, somewhere two thirds in, he found a photograph. It was old, old enough that the colour had mostly faded, but it showed his grandfather, much younger than he had been the last time he saw him, along with a similarly-aged man. The two stood side by side with one another, arms wrapped around their shoulders, and were smiling warmly enough that William had to bite back tears again; he remembered that smile, he’d seen it far too many times before, and now never would again. But that was definitely his grandad, together with who he could only assume was either the founder or owner of Dorden Electronics; indeed, a quick look at the back of the photo revealed something written a long time before in blank ink:
“DE Opening Day 15/05/1977 To a bright future, and brighter endeavours”
It wasn’t his grandfather’s handwriting.
There was a lot to process here, and William had to sit down to stop his head from spinning. Suddenly, some things made a great deal of sense, and others… not so much. His grandad’s mysterious source of wealth could probably be explained by him having been part of a very successful business venture in the past, along with smart investments along the way, which themselves could go a long way to shed a light on how he always managed to find the time to do whatever he damn well wanted and the rest of the family joked that he hadn’t “worked a day in over thirty years”. But why did he never think to tell him about the time where he created rudimentary AI? It certainly would’ve been something that even a younger version of himself would’ve loved to hear about, and surely his grandad had to have had some fond memories of it, this box was proof of it! The signals were mixed, William’s thoughts even more so, and he decided to get up and splash some water on his face to help him get back to reality.
Once back by the box, he dug through a few more shreds of paperwork to find… something that vaguely resembled a really bulky hard drive. It didn’t seem to have any similar ports though, not that he would know; as much as it pained him to get someone else involved in this, he had to call a friend over to see if he could find a way to either install that big, bulky box into his personal computer or… whatever it was it was supposed to do. Two hours later, he was facepalming and rubbing his temple as his friend Jack practically squealed with delight upon seeing the “priceless artifact” that William had been given, extolling its virtues and singing praises unto both it and its new owner, reassuring Bill that what he had been bequeathed in the will was less a piece of software and much more a landmark in computing history! William, meanwhile, had to keep himself from saying something he’d regret later; as much as he was happy that his friend was happy, he hadn’t called them over so they could gush over his dead grandpa’s belongings, something he was quick to remind them at the earliest convenience, and with only a few stern words. Clearly sensing that he had almost crossed a line, Jack went to work finding a way to adapt the box to his friend’s computer, in silence that time.
What they had initially believed would be a “quickie” turned out to occupy most of the rest of the day, in between multiple runs back to Jack’s house to get the necessary equipment, at least two hours of digging through the technical documents in order to make sure they weren’t seriously misunderstanding what they were looking at, and finally an emergency trip to an electronics store to buy some soldering equipment. Through all of it, Jack constantly reasserted that they were only being so thorough because, well, it was a thirty year-old piece of hardware that could very well not work at all, and even if it did, it was probably seriously damaged and in dire need of repairs. Even if, by some miracle, it had kept itself in one piece for all that time, extreme caution was still necessary to prevent it from being so much as scratched; William, not wanting to screw up the one opportunity he had to get some answers, sat back and allowed his friend to do whatever was necessary, even fixing up dinner for the both of them. Eventually, just a couple of minutes past ten, Jack began yelling, hooting and hollering that he’d “done it” and how much he couldn’t wait to brag about it to whoever would listen; Bill stormed into his own room to find his computer turned on, the box blinking with multiple hitherto-unseen lights, and a small window on the screen, not unlike a command line, displaying an ASCII logo with three very familiar words: DORDEN ELECTRONICS INC.
This was it.
“So, do I turn it on?” Jack asked, looking like he would be devastated by a negative response, “I mean, I know you want to, but… yeah, I thought it’d be best to ask.”
And he thought well; William had no intention of turning the damned thing on at any point in the near future, at least not with anyone else around. This was something his grandfather had left for him, not anyone else, and judging from what the papers in the box revealed, he most likely intended for whatever was stored in that thing to be for his eyes only.
“I apologize, but… I’d rather do it myself.”
For a moment it looked like Jack was going to protest; he certainly moved in a way that seemed to indicate he was going to say something with a finger raised in the air, but apparently thought twice before pushing that boundary. With a sigh, he acquiesced, rubbing both of his eyes and loudly complaining about how much work it had been, then asking if his pal happened to have something “stiff” lying around. Being a teetotaler himself, all William could do was raise an eyebrow and wait until the awkwardness grew strong enough for the guest to apologize and excuse himself.
“Just… call me when you take a look at it, alright?” Jacked practically begged before leaving, “No one really knows how those things operate, so it’d be great to be one of the lucky few, yaknow? Gimme a ring!”
Bill nodded and immediately closed the door on his friend, feeling slightly guilty for doing so; after so much work put towards making that blasted thing run on a modern computer, how could he have just declined the request to share? Was it being selfish, or just something to be expected, given the circumstances? Was he even thinking about it because it was worth thinking about, or was this the latent grief infiltrating into his very thought process? Questions like those were exactly why he didn’t want to turn the virtual pet… thing… on until he had a good think about it, and that meant leaving the computer turned on overnight while he had several more hours of rest than normal; it would at least give him enough time to well and truly think about the situation, as he stared at the tiny cracks in the ceiling and occasionally checked how the moonlight splashed against the wall. William didn’t know when he fell asleep, only that it was sometime before sunrise; his bedside clock had been ringing for so long that the batteries were practically drained, and it was a wonder that none of his neighbors had knocked on his door like the last time.
Stretching his legs, Bill got up and went through his morning routine, only then noticing that it was practically noon. Despite the massively skewed sleeping schedule, he was still no closer to finding an answer to his dilemma than he had been before; if anything, he only felt more conflicted about the whole thing, given precisely that he had no answers to give it. The simple solution was obvious, but he didn’t want to go through with it, as something told him that if he just turned the machine on, then that would be it. The last memory of his grandfather, evaporated, spent on what amounted to a decades-old novelty that didn’t find enough purchase to have the slightest presence in the modern world. And that, coupled with the absurdity of being bequeathed a virtual pet system of all things, awakened a certain amount of resentment and anger that he didn’t particularly enjoy feeling towards the old man; he was certain that if the letter was given to him, and the words were indeed sincere, then they had to mean something important… but for the life of him, he couldn’t possibly imagine what they might be.
William ended up pacing around his room after having lunch, occasionally glancing at his PC and moving the mouse just so it would come back from standby mode. He didn’t know why he was doing it, given that it only made the still-open Dorden Electronics screen be even more present in his mind than it was already, but he kept doing it regardless; maybe this was his own way of punishing himself for doubting his grandad… or maybe he was just tired and spun out from a night slept haphazardly and out of hours. Whatever the case, it took until mid afternoon for him to make a decision, and even then it only amounted to sitting at his chair and drawing the keyboard towards him, intent on finding out as much about the program as he could.
It was… old. Ancient, even, compared to modern standards, and a single press of the Enter key later it became clear that the only bit of graphical UI present in the program was the title screen; everything else was comprised of your standard command line, to be expected of a computer program built in the late seventies and early eighties. Navigating through the several menus and sub-menus was exceedingly difficult, especially since some of them weren’t even named properly; William could only assume that what he had been given was some sort of experimental version or dev build (he’d heard those words before), and not something meant for public distribution. It got bad enough that he had to resort to writing down every step he took on a sheet of paper, slowly graphing out a large, ridiculously complex tree that only began to make sense when he took an hour out of his exploration to redraw it properly using a ruler and a protractor. He was certain that anyone more familiar with this sort of computer system would be able to navigate the program without any difficulty, but this was meant for him, and as such he had to figure it out himself, even if it meant working well into dinnertime and having to heat up a pizza after remembering he was supposed to eat things.
By ten at night, William had every option, menu, sub-header and whatever else mapped out (or at least assumed he did after several run-throughs), so he took the opportunity to get back up and arrange the many sheets of paper properly, using duct tape and his wardrobe door. The only thing missing was the red string, given the rambling, scribble-filled nature of his notes; still, they made sense to him… too much sense. He began wondering if he had gone mad at some point, because he was starting to see patterns where he pretty certain there had been none before: names and terminology that repeated themselves, expressions that referred to numeric variables in completely unrelated options menus, even a few passing references to “anatomical integrity” and “real-time acclimation”, whatever those meant. It wasn’t enough for him to make heads nor tails of it, but then again, he wasn’t a software engineer; what was clear was that the only way forward was by using that device the way it was meant to be used, which in his case meant navigating through an unconventional (for him) path in order to reach the “Startup Sequence”.
Once there, Bill groaned as even more options appeared for him to pick from. These ones, however, were arranged in a much more visually appealing format, almost like whoever coded them out was at least trying to make it presentable to the general public; the contents, however, were still puzzling at best: “processor sensitivity”, set to either FALSE or TRUE, an entire section devoted to “personality sub-forms” which William could only assume meant the general behavior of the virtual pet, then a species picker that took him the better part of half an hour to read through before realizing his grandfather had probably been one of the earliest furries in the software world. He chuckled at the notion, so appropriate given his own preferences, and immediately picked the most generic option possible: a vixen. Not that he expected anything more than a cute cartoon fox with some minor anthropomorphic elements, like being able to walk around on its hind legs, but it was funny to imagine the old guy and his friends discussing how great it would be to have a virtual furry waifu or something of the sort; he barely held back his laughter, and had to fight against himself to keep that mental image down.
The processor sensitivity one still bugged him though; surely the hardware should be… sensible to the processor? That was the whole point, wasn’t it, to use processing power to project a hologram? There was always the possibility that he was just a complete idiot who didn’t know what he was doing, but Bill didn’t feel like going into a prolonged search dive just to find out what one specific technical term he’d never heard before meant; he set it to TRUE and moved on, barely reading through the legal disclaimer that took the better part of three minutes to print out properly and refused to be dismissed without him carefully inputting a very specific sentence at the end of it. He could only guess this is what things were like when scroll bars didn’t exist. After that was done, he hit the Y key when prompted, accepted everything, then… waited.
He had expected the box to make some kind of sound, maybe even mimic those modem noises that he’d never personally heard; instead, it just sort of… sat there, while the screen displayed a very slowly-filling progress bar and a series of steps written in technical jargon so impenetrable that Bill had to wonder if it was even legitimate, or some sort of joke on the part of the developers. He waited, then waited some more, before realizing that he was effectively wasting his time and would be better served doing something else; getting out of bed so late had left him feeling painfully awake when he should be wanting to go to sleep, so he resolved to go wash the dishes manually… and when that wasn’t enough to make up for the whole loading time, sweep the floor and clean up his bedroom, then just lie on his bed and stare ahead at the ceiling again, occasionally glancing sideways at the computer screen to see what was happening.
The progress bar filled so slowly that it almost felt deliberate, especially given that his computer was supposed to be top of the line; he had built it precisely for gaming purposes, and it had never given him any issues before, so why exactly it was taking so long to interact with a piece of software that it should be able to fully read in half a second was anyone’s guess. Or, again, maybe this was just his lit major side showing again, and Jack would turn to him and say that wait times like those were perfectly natural and, in fact, to be expected of such “priceless historical relics” as that… big box. It was so boring that it somehow helped him fall asleep on time despite thinking himself unable to, the thought of the program finishing while he was under not bothering him in the slightest.
He woke up at the usual time again, which is to say he looked at his nightstand and saw that it was still ten minutes to seven, muscle memory kicking in when he preemptively disabled the alarm from going off. He felt genuinely rested, and if not for the fact that his computer was still on and the progress bar still visible, that morning could’ve very well been any other day; instead, William had to groan at the fact that the damned thing still wasn’t done, though to its credit, it had reached the 98% mark and was going through whatever it was going through so quickly that he couldn’t even read what the text was. As it turned out, washing up in the bathroom and fixing up breakfast for himself took up just enough time that, when he came back to his bedroom, the process was complete.
The first thing he noticed were the lights on the box. They weren’t flickering anymore, but solid, and somehow brighter than before; they seemed to exude some form of haze directly around them, almost like there was a slight fog in the volume of space immediately surrounding the small box. The screen wasn’t any help for that; all it did was show him the full progress bar, the word COMPLETE in large, bolded letters, and a prompt to ACCEPT or RESET.
“Ominous,” he spoke aloud, chuckling quietly after doing so.
He dragged the chair back to give himself some room, then sat on it and proceeded to stare at the screen for so long that he legitimately forgot why he was doing it. There was no way out of this now, no way that wasn’t ACCEPTing whatever his grandfather had left for him; the device was clearly experimental, it was some sort of internet myth, and it had spiked his friend’s curiosity so much that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Jack to excited, so whatever would come out of it was either going to be nothing short of spectacular… or a complete and utter disappointment. In a way, William sort of preferred for the latter option to be true; what else would be funnier than going through that whole process, only for the damned thing to turn out to be some extremely clunky and barely functional prototype for a fad that stopped being relevant years prior? Now that he thought about it, that would be entirely in-character for the old man, and the more he kept pondering it, the more he convinced himself that it had to be the case: he was going to ACCEPT, the box was going to make some weird whirring noise, and then the whole thing would crash, brick his computer and he’d smile all the way to the repair shop, knowing his grandad had played one final prank from beyond the grave. It was worth the hassle, and with a final chortle and a shaking of the head, William leaned forwards toward the keyboard.
ACCEPT
He hit Enter.
And nothing happened.
“Wow. Fuck you, grandad,” he said, turning his head upwards with the goofiest smile on his face, and the slightest hint of tears on the corner of his eyes, “you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Goddamnit…”
He wanted to cry, but knew better than to do so; this was a moment for celebration, not grief, because at the very least his computer was still functional! All that his choice had done was turn the completion window into a black one for a few seconds before it simply vanished from the screen altogether. He held his breath for a few seconds, expecting the whole system to just malfunction, but no such thing came to pass… that is, until the bulky box on the table screeched loudly enough for William to jump from his seat and end up falling backwards onto the ground, slamming his head against the carpeted floor. Were he less stunned, he might’ve appreciated the fact that he now knew what “seeing stars” meant, but his mind was more concerned with the ungodly noises coming out of the black box; it was like every single terrible modem noise that he’d spent far too many hours googling for the meme value wrapped together, multiplied tenfold and then sent down a paper shredder, combined with some sort of infernal wailing of the damned and the gnashing of teeth of some unknowable demon. Somewhere above him, his upstairs neighbor was screaming at him to quiet down, quickly followed by the downstairs one hitting their ceiling with the handle of a broom; if only it were that simple, William would’ve done it already, but given he could barely take his hands off his ears without collapsing, there wasn’t a lot he could do there.
Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped, leaving behind the faintest echoes of its existence (or perhaps just the ringing of abused ears). William, still on the floor, waited for a few minutes before daring to take his hands off his head, then allowed himself to look in the general direction of that hellbox. Just as he suspected, the lights were blinking at an insanely fast pace, cycling through colours that he hadn’t ever seen them display, mostly hues of red and orange that struck him as familiar for… whatever reason. It wasn’t until a small port opened on the side of it, and a large projection of light beamed out of it, that the young man put two and two together and finally understood what was going on: the process hadn’t failed, and the virtual pet was now being constructed.
William had spent so much time worrying about the damned thing that he completely forgot that it was supposed to create an interactable hologram of your pet of choice; of course it had to find a way to project it somehow, though why exactly it had to make that ungodly noise was still a massive question mark. Maybe it had to connect to the internet, somehow? But if that was the case, why did it… oh, nevermind that, it worked and that’s what mattered. William scrambled back to his feet and gave it a wide enough berth that he could be sure he wouldn’t interfere with the creation process; he didn’t know whether the box had to be moved around for the hologram to follow him or if it had its own freedom of movement (however that was supposed to work), but he did know that it was best for him not to get in the way. With extreme caution, he removed everything he could from around the area where the light was being projected, and as soon as he kicked one of his pencils away, the soft red glow instantly turned blue. Off to his side, a new window opened: another progress bar, this time reading DIGITIZATION and progressing… quite a bit faster than the last one.
William didn’t really know what to expect. He barely knew what the software was supposed to do, let alone how it was supposed to do it; he hadn’t considered whether it would work like a 3D printer and “make” a hologram from the bottom up, or if it would just project it fully done once it was complete. As it turned out, neither of these were the case; rather, the blue glow suddenly manifested some sort of hazy mist in the general shape of a human body, with just barely identifiable limbs and a head, a mist that grew more solid and defined as the progress bar was filled. It took William a shamefully long time before he realized that what he was seeing was the hologram; it was simply coming into focus properly. He stood back, bringing his chair with him, his eyes growing wider the more well-defined the virtual pet became. He had been joking when he theorized that his grandad was one of the earliest furries in the software world; as it turned out, he might’ve been completely right.
What he was seeing in front of him was, at least in theory, a fox, just one unlike any he’d actually seen in real life before. It wasn’t a small, quadrupedal vulpine with a knack for destroying upholstery and somehow combining the best and worst aspects of canine physiology and feline psychology, nor was it anything remotely resembling what an actual fox was supposed to look like; rather, it was a humanoid, one that just so happened to carry enough vulpine traits that someone looking at them would be able to identify them as such. Honestly, there was no way for William to describe it beyond pointing to it and slapping a large “Anthro” tag on it before carrying on, though he seriously doubted he’d have the mental fortitude to ignore the kind of “pet” that the software was producing for him.
“Grandad, you fuckin’ horndog…” he mumbled, unable to take his eyes off the proverbial prize, seriously considering whether or not what was going on was remotely ethical. It was supposed to be actual AI, right? It could actually… think, right?
Whatever the case, i-she was clearly designed to titillate, and did so with frightening efficiency. The vixen was what one might call “conventionally” attractive, with just the right proportions and curves to attract any eye that might be interested in such things, along with a hand-filling pair of breasts and a perky rear that, for whatever reason, William felt an immense need to either squeeze or slap. She wasn’t moving, and yet her body still betrayed a certain amount of grace, like each step would become a beautifully-coordinated sashay capable of dominating whichever room she happened to be in. The vixen was, all in all, drop dead gorgeous, and William was suddenly beset by a lot of uncomfortably sexual thoughts that he hadn’t expected to have in a situation like that.
With the hologram complete and now fully in focus, movement could finally happen; almost as if a pause button had been hit, the vixen went from T-posing to standing normally, shaking her head and body like she was trying to get water off of it. Nothing came off (and nothing could, come to think of it), but she did take a few seconds to look around and get her bearings, long enough that William was left to wonder if that creature was indeed sentient as the stories would have it. He had serious questions over the validity of those claims, given that his computer was no super machine capable of running an artificial mind… but the way that she was moving was… too fluid. Too real. Like she was actually there, and not just a holographic projection of a bunch of variables running through decades-old hardware. Was she actually there?
“Oh, hello!” she said, her voice surprisingly peppy and cheerful, after somehow missing the other person in the room until just then, “I didn’t see you! Goodness gracious, how long has it been, Ben?”
Ben.
That was not his name.
That was his grandfather’s name.
“I’m… I’m not…” William stumbled over himself, fighting against his own tears for the sake of not making a fool of himself, “I’m Ben’s grandson. William. Ben i-”
“Oh,” the vixen interrupted him, looking sideways at the computer monitor. Her eyes darted to the date almost immediately, after which her expression dropped just as quickly as the realization hit her, “oh…”
“Yeah, sorry, but…” - heavens above, what was he supposed to say? Why did his grandad do this to him?! - “He left me this… you… that thing, the box? He left me the box in his will,” he quickly rattled out, “and I’ve been trying to turn it on for about two days now. I had no idea that it even worked at all, much less that-”
“That I’d be in here?” the vixen completed his sentence, “Yeah, figures. Ben always was one for japes. Did he ever tell you about the one time he hid a coin inside his bu-”
“I do not want to hear this.”
“Oh, right, sorry!” the vixen apologized, seemingly unaware that it wasn’t anger that motivated William’s snappy comeback, but deep, deep embarrassment and awkwardness, “Anyway, now I’m here! It’s been… oh jeez, it’s been a long time, do they even make more of my projector anymore?”
“I… don’t think they made any of you at all” - the young man approached his bed, slightly more at ease with the idea that he had a sentient, holographic, anthropomorphic vixen inside his room… or at least as much at ease with it as he could be - “The projectors are kind of an urban legend nowadays. Tons of people claim to have seen one, but no one can produce any evidence at all. I haven’t even found anything on eBay or Ama-”
“What’s eBay?”
Her question was asked so innocently that William couldn’t help but wonder if it was a deliberate attempt at a joke. Only after giving it a moment’s thought did he remember that she probably hadn’t been active since at least the eighties.
“Alright, sit down,” William sighed, “how long has it been since you were last turned on?” - poor choice of words - “I mean, uh, when’s the last time you were projected?”
“December sixth, nineteen seventy-nine,” the vixen instantly replied.
“Oh boy, this is gonna take a while…”
What followed was an uncomfortably long several hours where William tried his best to get the vixen up to speed on… just about everything she missed for the past forty or so years. To her credit, she interrupted only once to clarify what was meant by “furries”, at which point she learned better than to induce a tangent; by the end, it was getting close to noon and his stomach was growling, while part of him wondered whether or not a creature such as that one even ate anything beyond electricity (assuming that’s how it worked, he was no engineer). He capped the speech off with an attempt at summarizing everything that had happened in the past year, which itself took the better part of half an hour, starting with murder hornets, taking a detour to massive wildfires and then the reason why he was even indoors on a weekday. The vixen nodded along, appeared shocked whenever it was appropriate, and even went “Hmm” and “Huh-huh” at the correct moments; it was hard to tell if she was actually sentient or merely a very good replica of what a sentient AI might look like, but at the end of the day, William wasn’t nearly educated enough to tell the difference, so he opted to go with the former. It was better on his head.
“So, that’s about it. What about you?” he asked of her, leaning back against the wall and doing his best to ignore the gurgling coming from his stomach.
“What about me?” - the vixen seemed genuinely surprised by the question - “I’m here to serve you, as I was Ben. It’s… what I was made for.”
“I thought you were supposed to be an AI though.”
“I am. What does have to do with anything?”
There were a lot of complicated ethical dilemmas brought up by that simple statement, most of which made William curse how his education as a lit major let him formulate each and every one with a disturbing amount of clarity. He had no intention of taking advantage of someone like that, and if the alternative was just turning her off and going on with his life, he’d sooner take it than… whatever the other option was.
“Yes, but, if you’re sentient, and an actual AI,” he insisted, “then surely you’d have other desires than just… serving me?”
“Oh, I do,” the vixen stated matter-of-factly, “but I don’t think we know each other well enough for me to get down to those yet.”
Subtle. Very bold. And so extremely charged that William felt his cheeks light up like a Christmas tree as his new companion kept looking at him like she’d just said the most normal thing ever.
“Frankly, me and Ben had to go through quite a lot before I figured he was ready to commit to a proper relationship” - he didn’t like where this conversation was going, especially with how wistfully the vixen was recounting things - “He was young, excitable, and he had a hell of a lot more ambition than he did wisdom; imagine my surprise when one day, I just… poof! Just like that, I come into being, and who would I see but Ben and Carl, staring at me like I was some sort of ghost! Scared them right out of their skulls… at least until they took a better look and immediately began flirting with me” - she scoffed - “No finesse.”
William really, really wanted this conversation to end. The last thing he needed to know was about his grandfather’s sexual escapades.
“Still, he simmered down after that, and we got together some time later. There were some issues, of course; we didn’t have the hardlight module until much later on, so for most of the early months we had to make due with just one another’s presence. Once the damned thing was installed, then oh boy, let me tel-”
“Please don’t.”
His response was more of a squeak than anything, warranting a flinch on the vixen’s part, followed by a prolonged bout of laughter that left her doubled over. She tried apologizing in between wheezes, but only made herself cackle even harder, a process that took too long for William’s liking; he was about to get up and leave to fetch himself a sandwich just to be able to get away from everything when he felt something tug at his shirt… or someone. Truth be told, he hadn’t put two and two together until that happened, but he at least recognized that “hardlight” might very well be as literal as it sounded; despite the obvious impossibility, the holographic vixen was touching him, holding him back with just enough strength to make it seem as if she was truly there. She was warm to the touch, soft, and though her composure had been broken by the laughing fit, remained as welcoming a sight as ever.
“I’m sorry, honey, I really am; I assume most people aren’t as open about experimenting as we were back then, again, I’m sorry. Listen, I’ll make it up to you, alright? I know it’s getting a bit late for breakfast, but I figured that I should still get you something to drink to start off your day, am I right?” - William didn’t know what that meant, nor did he know why the vixen’s first reaction after saying it was to climb further onto his bed - “And by the by, call my Tanya. What may I call you?”
“W-William,” he mumbled back, “w-why are y-y-”
“Don’t,” Tanya cooed, “just enjoy, alright?”
Oh, so that’s where things were going. The young man could only sit there and watch as his apparent new lover moved closer to him, bringing one of her legs over his and straddling a rather intimate part of his body. He didn’t feel anything… special, though that was probably all the fur in the way; regardless of that, she was clearly enthusiastic about it, given how quickly she splayed herself over him and brought her face uncomfortably close to his. Uncomfortably? That wasn’t it, not really; she was warm to the touch still, and her mere presence seemed to sell the idea of closeness and intimacy, like the vixen had been tailor-made for those long, cold, lonely nights where one wished for someone else beside them. Just, well, far more sexual in nature.
“Did you, perchance, turn on processor sensitivity?” she suddenly asked, the question taking him by surprise, “Because if you did, then we can totally take this show to a whole new level.”
“I d-did, I think? Why, w-what does it do?”
He… wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. It was equal parts predatory, menacing and alluring, a combination his brain was not ready to process. It didn’t help that her first reaction on learning this was to slide off of him just as quickly as she’d hopped on, looking like Christmas had come early as she excitedly asked for all the specs on his personal computer, eventually forgoing questions altogether when her newest partner took too long to answer. She turned to face the monitor and directly interfaced with his operating system, multiple windows opening and closing without any input from the mouse or keyboard, Tanya’s smile growing wider as she absorbed the information. Only after she was done did she look back, the maniacal grin running from ear to ear far more enticing than it had any right to be.
“Now, I’m pretty sure you’ve noticed this little thing isn’t exactly normal, right?” - the vixen patted the holographic projector, drawing a nod from William - “You see, before the company apparently went tits-up, myself and Ben were hard at work designing something… exciting. Something that would allow me, and others like me, to coexist with hardware architecture as it was improved over time. Are you aware of Moore’s Law?”
That struck a bell, sort of; he still shook his head though.
“Well, roughly put, it states that processing power in computer systems doubles every two years; there’s a lot more nuance to that, but I’m guessing you can understand it that way. Not exactly accurate either, given what I’m seeing here,” she added, looking at his computer, “but you know what? Close enough. And, see, the whole point of the new function wasn’t necessarily to optimize me further, at least not in terms of processing power; no, this was something that I specifically requested… for my own amusement.”
That last word dripped with so much overt sexuality that William’s pants somehow grew tighter than they were already. Whatever was coming his way was not going to be pretty, in the absolute best way possible.
“So, I think,” Tanya wrapped up, “it’s time for me to synch up!”
There was absolutely no indication of what was going to happen when those words escaped her mouth, and what happened next came out of left field so hard that it nearly smacked William unconscious from whiplash. First off, his computer screen turned off, though the main tower was still active; the processor within began to make the kind of noises it usually did when turning on, the fans activating at maximum speed as the heat within the casing rose to about as high as it could go without damaging the components. And, as a result, Tanya began to grow.
Not grow as in becoming taller, or aging to become a more mature sort of lover, matching her “biological” age with her chronological one. Rather, the first thing to happen was the vixen bringing her hands up to her chest, which ceased being average and normal almost instantly afterwards. There was no other way to describe it, her breasts were growing, rising like dough as they took up progressively more room on her torso, hanging lower and lower while somehow managing to keep their perfect teardrop shape almost completely unaltered. William barely had enough time to process what was going on when Tanya brought one of her hands down to her hips, which, sure enough, had begun to widen to match the fatter pair of thighs she was developing, as well as a much rounder and softer pair of asscheeks right next to them. Her assets were bloating, inflating with extra mass, carrying with them the sort of heft, bounce and sway that he had only ever seen in lewd artwork that he denied ever so much as thinking about, and made sure to wipe clean from his browser history at every opportunity despite living alone. It was made worse when the vixen’s mouth opened, and the sort of moaning noises that came out of it almost immediately afterwards were loud enough that his neighbors shouted at the two to keep it down. There William was forced to sit, staring as Tanya took up more and more space in the middle of his room, until finally her transformation was complete, and the vixen allowed both arms to fall to her side as she recovered her breath.
The results were… hard to describe, at least for him. Her tits were the “worst” of the bunch, so big that each one could probably cover her entire torso just by themselves, hanging just over her knees; together, they jutted out a couple of feet from each side of her, giving the young woman the sort of exaggerated backboob that only furry art could ever hope to achieve with that sort of elegance. Admittedly, focusing on her breasts when looking at her from behind would be difficult, given the pair of door-wide cheeks she was carrying, or the wide, absurdly-flared hips complementing the deliciously thick thighs just below them. If anything had ever sold “hyper”, it was Tanya, right there in front of him; gods above, the amount of jiggling…
“You know, I think this is pretty nice,” she finally spoke up again, giving one of her tits an experimental heft; it slapped against her chest loudly enough to startle him, “and I managed to synch myself all the way to eighty-five!”
“Eighty what?!” William blurted out, his surprise at the statement somehow powerful enough to overcome the wave of arousal that had washed over him.
“Well, yeah, can’t just keep doubling up until I’m up to modern standards, I wouldn’t even be able to fit in the room!” the vixen stated, matter-of-factly, “Though, if you’d like me to, I could try for another o-”
“No, no, it’s fine! It’s absolutely fine, no need, thanks!”
He didn’t know what was worse, the fact that he absolutely loved what he was seeing or that he wanted it to keep going until it could go no longer; it was no secret that he was a lover of all things big (or rather, no secret to him, at the very least), but to suddenly be given someone like Tanya felt so convenient that he was convinced he had to be hallucinating in some way. Perhaps he was dreaming, perhaps he hadn’t actually woken up and the moment he tried to feel any of those soft curves he would open his eyes and find himself staring at an empty room with a computer screen displaying an error message. That seemed far more likely than the sequence of events that led him to where he was at that point in time; wouldn’t be the first time he had a lucid dream, after all.
However, no such thing would come to pass, and it was a testament to his immense ability to be a killjoy for himself that he didn’t know whether or not that was a bad thing or the best thing to have ever happened to him. Sensing a certain level of confusion and doubt, Tanya seemingly decided to take matters into her own hands and help her newest partner “decide” in the only way she could: by turning towards him so he could get a good look at her new body, then slowly inching closer to the bed, one sashaying step at a time. Some part of William urged him to tell her to stop, to stop himself from enjoying the bountiful repast that was about to smother him underneath several pounds of curves; that part was tiny, if loud, and was thus very quickly smothered itself by the rest of him, who only wished to enjoy the hallucination while it lasted. If it were to end and send him careening back to the world of the living, then at the very least he was going to enjoy himself for as long as he could; hence why his hands were already outstretched when the vixen climbed onto the sheets, murring loudly and offering him a pair of bedroom eyes that made his pants feel uncomfortably tight.
Not that he had a lot of time to focus on that, given that everything below his waist was very quickly enveloped by a pair of breasts big enough to nearly cut off circulation, leaving him feeling like his legs were being enveloped by the softest set of sheets in existence. It was almost wondrous how the vixen managed to move with those weights attached to her, especially when she was bent over so much that he could see both her tits and asscheeks wobbling with each motion, the deep, cavernous cleavage practically begging for him to stuff something into it, didn’t really matter what. Inch by inch, she moved closer, until he could feel her fingers tugging at the bottom of his shirt; he offered no resistance when Tanya pulled it over his head, nor when her soft pads met his chest and gently pushed him down onto the bed, leaving him flat against it and looking up. He did nothing to protest against the vixen straddling his more private areas, nor against her starting to grind against them, all while expertly removing his pants as well; she was clearly experienced in doing so, though for his own sake, his brain refused to let him finish that thought. Barely five minutes passed between her completing her transformation and finishing her work with William, with the latter now being fully nude, his shaft firmly lodged between a pair of cheeks that seemed fully intent on gripping the life out of him, and his chest being slowly swallowed by a rack that was so impossibly large that it had to be fake, it had to be a dream… and yet, he was still there, and it certainly felt quite real. He didn’t want to believe that his grandad had left him a fully sentient kink fulfillment machine, but there was really no other way around it: Tanya was, indeed, a real thing, and this that she was doing? It was actually happening.
“Should I fill up, by the way?” the vixen asked him, the question obvious, its intent more so, “I can sacrifice a synching cycle for it if you want me to, it’s part of my programming!”
All William could do at that point was nod and hope that his partner knew what to do from there. He didn’t have to wait long; barely ten seconds after he agreed to the proposal, he suddenly felt the weight on his chest growing significantly heavier, along with both of Tanya’s tits visibly bloating, gaining several inches in diameter in such a short time that they literally squeezed the air out of his lungs. It didn’t stop there either; whether it be because she lost control or decided to take it a further step beyond, Tanya let loose a loud, yowling moan as her bust continued to grow outwards, spilling out from over her lover’s body and practically oozing onto the bed around him, leaving William literally buried under a set of milkers that now gushed with cream, and herself stuck with a pair of tits big enough to cover most of her body down to and just over her knees. She wouldn’t be getting up any time soon, that was for certain; it was a shame the same couldn’t be said about her ass, but it was understandable, he couldn’t demand everything of her. Besides, his head was poking out from underneath a bust big enough to cover most of his body too, so he couldn’t really complain about it.
Things became blurry after that, probably due to the lack of oxygen flowing to and from his brain, itself owed to the rather large vixen sitting on top of him. He distinctly remembered a lot of bouncing, a lot of movement, and quite a bit of moaning and other noises that were equally undignified; he recalled thinking that he was going to burst, then hearing Tanya say it for whatever reason, along with the sounds of wet thwapping and what he could only remember as clapping, though given that their hands were almost permanently intertwined, he couldn’t hazard a guess as to where those claps were coming from. Sometimes his mouth would be occupied, drinking a sweet, thick and deliciously warm fluid coming from somewhere, and atimes it would be taken up by another mouth, another tongue mingling with his, along with moaning and murring of much higher volume. The bed, too, he vaguely remembered making a lot of noises, plus the vague idea that he should get it replaced, though for what reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on. To think, his very first time would not only be with anthropomorphic vixen, but one blessed with the sort of curves and proportions that were the exclusive purview of highly fetishistic artwork; it was a dream come true, hence why it wasn’t really real. That’s why he couldn’t remember any of it, why it got blurry right after he got to the good part: his brain was overloaded trying to come up with an experience that he had very little reference for, and just gave him the vague, idealized version that lacked any sort of juicy details. Soon enough, he’d wake up and find himself alone in his bedroom, begging to be back in his dreamworld.
And so he did. Some indeterminate amount of time later, William resurfaced from whatever pseudo-slumber he had been thrown into, staring directly at the ceiling and feeling like he’d just been thrown down a hillside at terminal velocity. He could barely move, his legs ached something fierce, and breathing came hard and with no insignificant amount of pain; worse yet, he was positively drenched in sweat (or at least he assumed it was sweat), with a particular wetness around his groin betraying how intense his lurid dream was. He barely had time to process everything that had happened, allowing him to feel terribly embarrassed for believing it did occur just before growing despondent at the fact that it didn’t; instead, he chose to busy himself confirming that it hadn’t taken place, firstly by looking to the side and noticing how the black box was still on and projecting some sort of illumination. That was odd, he was almost certain it wasn’t like that the night before… nor was the screen on his computer clear of any progress bar, which should be there waiting for him to be disappointed. Rather, it was on standby mode, which had to mean the program failed and didn’t load properly. Yeah, that had to be it.
It’d be a lot easier for him to confirm his hypothesis if he could actually move and didn’t have his legs seemingly paralyzed from overexertion; what exactly had he done during the night that caused his lower body to stop working, exactly? He struggled to get up, struggled to even flip around like a helpless turtle, and would’ve kept going if not for the sound of something wet splashing on the floor somewhere near the door to his room.
“Oh, goddamnit!”
The voice was familiar, but it shouldn’t be, because its owner didn’t really exist. He looked up, hoping to find nothing, only to see what were unmistakably a pair of breasts jutting out from an open door, pressed against both sides of the frame and very clearly stuck there, unable to move. Whoever, or whatever was carrying them attempted to force them through and into the bedroom proper, but each squeeze only brought with it gushes of a white liquid that flew from the hand-sized teats capping those colossal mounds.
“William, could you please give me a hand?” a woman who he remembered as Tanya asked him, her voice fraught with worry, “I’m afraid I may have bitten off a bit more than I could chew, and I may need a hand here…”
He didn’t want to consider the possibility that it had actually happened. It was too good to be true, almost literally, and for him to think otherwise was not only dangerous, but downright irresponsible. How was he supposed to live with a vixen that big? Was he expected to tend for her, take care of her, to extract her eagerly-produced milk and sell it as an enterprise? Because he could absolutely see himself doing that, and he hated the fact that he loved that idea so much; then again, he hated the thought of hating it even more, because why wouldn’t he want to go through with it?
“William!” Tanya shouted, louder this time, “I’m serious! Get off your butt and come help me, or else our lunch is gonna get cold; I am not gonna eat off my own tits, so get up and help me through the door, please!”
He was smiling like an idiot. It was real. It was real, Tanya was real, everything was real, and it was just day one of their new life together. The experience was beautiful, though it would’ve been better if he hadn’t taken such a beating that his body refused to work properly; he’d probably end up looking like a bodybuilder before the year was out at that rate.
“Coming!” he called out, doing his best to wriggle his toes, “Just as soon as my legs work!” | STORY |
(F tf Cow mutations, M tf Bull mutations)
Kerry had reddish-brown hair that cascaded down to her chest, though was actually a good bit longer if you pulled it straight. When she was little it used to be very curly, but as she grew it out longer; it was pulled straighter by its own weight and just made it wildly wavy. She had pretty dark brown freckles as she spends a lot of time outdoors, and sunlight really brings them out. Her boyfriend Devon likes to find 'constellations' among them, connecting the dots in his head. Today her dark blue eyes were on the road as her truck kicked up a cloud of dust behind it two meters high! There was pavement under her... somewhere. You could not see it under all the dirt. This was outside of the city already, on a steep slope up and out to the country surrounding it. Her friend Maggy Farlane wanted a hand getting rid of some old equipment, and Kerry was the only one she knew with a truck.
A man Kerry did not know was waiting beside a pile of some pretty advanced looking alchemical equipment, at the end of the lane leading into Farlane Ranch. He waved her over and explained he was a temporary worker at the ranch, Mike. Maggy runs Farlane Ranch with her sisters Mae and Mary, then Mary's daughter Molly and her friend Mike help. Maggy walked out to talk to Kerry while Mike did most of the lifting to get the equipment into the back of the truck.
Maggy crossed her arms. "Are you sure you can do this on your own? I figured your squeeze Devon would be with you to help..."
"He will be off work by the time I get to the Null Zone Dump if I really need a hand."
Arcane and Alchemical materials cannot be disposed of normally because they would contaminate the environment- and in the case of magical items, the spell effects can overlap or meld together and create unstable and violent results. For this reason there is a Null Zone at the very back of the Arcane University's land. Mana conduits create an energy dead-zone where magical effects can no longer function. Maggy already explained the canisters in some of the equipment she was handing off to Kerry to get rid of still had some old potions in them, so she cannot simply drag the equipment off the truck bed and dump onto the ground, or the canisters will rupture and she could get sprayed with remnant potion. Devon was at work still so Kerry did not want to bother him. How bad could old potion effects be anyway- especially if she doesn't ingest any of it? What Maggy did not tell her however is what these potions were made for. Farlane Ranch was struggling when the three sisters inherited it from their father. To get it up and running while they were still trying to gather more cattle, the sisters teamed up and created a transformative potion to give them cow traits- giving them extreme lactation capacity. They milked themselves till they had enough cows to milk instead!
Kerry would have liked to stay and chat, but she did not want to be late for dinner and she still had to take this to the dump. It was late afternoon, and she was in the country side right now- the university was in the middle of the city, and the dump on the far side of that! Maggy waved to her as she drove off, a look of concern in her eyes still though. Even she did not know what would happen if Kerry was not careful and got some on her in spite of Maggy's warnings. The potion was well past its expiration date- whatever effects they originally held would no longer be functioning properly.
Kerry sighed as she drove back into the city, finally losing the massive trail of dust behind her. She would need to take the truck to a car wash tomorrow- driving on the country roads painted it in dirt. It was surprising the Farlane sisters took charge of the ranch; they are not really country folk by trade. Aside from running the ranch, Maggy is a skilled Alchemist, Mae is a Mage of the Arcane University, and Mary is a top grade chef in a classy restaurant. The ranch had a good plot of land though- which meant each sister could set up their own building to practice their individual arts even on their off-time. Kerry pondered calling Devon on her cell phone but decided against it. If he came to help her in the car, then they would both get home at the same time and have to eat dinner late. Kerry backed the truck up into the Null Zone, feeling a slight tingle as she passed through the barrier. Because the mana is being redirected out of the zone- the area immediately outside of it actually has extremely high energy levels. She started to struggle to pull some of the equipment off though. Kerry watched Mike do it and it looked easy then! He must be as strong as a bull. The worst was a canister compressor that had stopped working from lack of use. There was still one empty and one almost full canister inside but Kerry could not remove them! They had been there for so long the top had started to rust, basically fusing it to the machine- she wasn't strong enough to separate them. Well... with the canisters still lodged in it, it was too heavy to lift. She dragged it to the edge of the truck bed and then yanked it forward while jumping to the side to toss it into the pile of junk. Well, there. That was the last of it anyway. Kerry went to get back in the truck and felt a chill from the slight wind. Looking down she noticed there was moisture on her shirt- on top of her left breast! Was that spilled potion? It could just be condensation from the outside of the equipment. She better have a shower when she gets home just in case. She felt a strong tingle there when she left the Null Zone, but passed it off as just being paranoid. She did not understand that the potions were crafted with both alchemy and arcanistry... the high energy atmosphere around the null zone super-charged it.
She was nearly home when her left boob started to tingle a bit. It was mostly toward her nipple, and it became erect on its own, while her right nipple remained soft. Devon greeted her as she came home, but she was quick to march right past him and tell him she needed a shower, badly. Dinner was already prepared, but Devon would have to keep it warm for her. Kerry did not want to take any risks from some expired potion. She was so quick to toss her outfit off and into the laundry she did not even notice the area that had been wet became bleached! The color was drained out of some areas and condensed into others to turn darker and lighter... in a pattern similar to a Holstein cow. When she got into the shower Kerry immediately noticed her left breast was looking a bit pink, and the nipple felt tender. Great- it must have been old potion, its irritating her skin. She made sure to scrub it down first. The heightened sensitivity made her moan as she rubbed her water-slick tit over. It felt like there was a heat building up inside of it, and it felt more firm than her other breast! She tried to move on once it was clean to the rest of her body, but her hand kept migrating back to flick or tug the one insistently erect nipple. She took it between her index and thumb and rolled it while squeezing, moaning at the feeling. Her eyes went wide as she felt it actually fight the pressure applied by her digits! She looked down and seen her left nipple was larger! Longer and thicker than it should be! She let go of it for a second but after a moment it pulsed and an itchy tingling entered it as the nerves were stretched further- her nipple expanded even larger before her eyes! She grabbed it and yanked on it to relieve the feeling inside, and the tingling itch converted to warm, radiant pleasure! She tugged on the overly large nipple so aggressively that her entire boob wobbled forward and back under it. Because the weight was rocking back and forth, she did not notice it increasing. Her actual breast was very slowly swelling in size as well. The left now quite noticeably larger than the right. Her pussy clenched and her legs trembled a bit, forcing her to brace against the wall so she did not slip in the wet tub! It was then she finally looked at her breast in comparison to the other and gasped at the clear effect. It looked almost two cup sizes larger, and the nipple was as fat as her pinky finger and a full inch long at least!
Once out of the shower she tossed on her oversized night shirt and nothing on her lower body- groaning at the obvious lopsided chest and her erect nipple tenting the fabric on only one side. She tied her hair up for the night and returned to the kitchen. Devon heard her coming and set out the food finally, but then froze in shock as she actually entered the room.
Kerry held out her arms, presenting herself. "Well, that mad scientist of a friend really did it this time."
"W-what... happened?"
"I got a tiny bit of that old expired potion on my shirt and now one boob is all swollen. It doesn't hurt... maybe it will just go back to normal in a while."
Kerry unintentionally sat crooked at the dinner table, trying to subconsciously cause the fabric to equalize on her chest she kept turning to the side, but obviously that did not help. Halfway through the meal she nearly dropped her fork when she realized she was still changing! It looked like her arm was still wet at first, but it had a silvery sheen to it! It was actually tiny white hairs growing on her forearm... the fur of a cow coming in!
Devon was quite worried too. "Well... w-how? There is no such thing as a transformation potion."
Kerry groaned. "No... but Maggy's sister Mae is a Mage from the Arcane University. The potion could still be used as a medium to transfer a spell through. And there ARE transformation spells."
"Well we have to get a hold of the university then!"
"The potion was expired and unstable... and something tells me it wasn't sanctioned by the university in the first place. The university would have to diagnose me to figure out what caused this before they could reverse it."
"Then call Maggy!"
Kerry clicked her tongue. "They don't have a phone, they live off the grid. I can drive out there tomorrow and see her. I only got a tiny bit on my shirt so I can't imagine it would be able to do much to me anyway. That is why it only happened to one side of my chest- the spill was on my left tit. As disconcerting as it is, it is also a bit of a relief to see what it is doing to me. I would rather have a temporarily lopsided rack than be turned to stone or Gods know what else."
As the night progressed, her changes did too- thought very slowly. The fur grew in so gradually she did not feel a thing, she just kept surprising herself when she would glance down at her left arm and see it still thicker. It grew on her forearm first, then on her shoulder, then the two patches gradually expanded to meet. Her shoulder the fur grew slightly longer and was the same red-brown as the hair on her head, but then turned white abruptly on the arm below it. When it reached her wrist it started to turn brown again. Devon fell asleep before she did. Kerry often remained up longer to read before sleeping so she was sitting up in bed with a small reading light on. She is left handed, so had to change what hand she naturally held the book in when it started to deform! She tried to muffle her grunts from the feelings so she would not wake up Devon and worry him. Her hand was stretching longer! Brief groans followed by dull snaps sounded off, muffled through the skin. The bones started to swell larger and press into one another. Her pinky and thumb however did not move with the rest of the hand. The nails started to get thicker, becoming increasingly darker grey the thicker they got, and started to stretch and deform the tips of the digits they attached to. Her thumb and pinky stretched much wider but did not change size- so they were also forced to be much shorter, and the multiple bones just smushed into one. They had regressed into dew claws! It looked like the rest of her hand would turn into the other half of a cloven hoof too, but it stopped. The bones in the hand were squished together but did not fuse, and her three remaining fingers did not change in any way- they were still fully human. She did not get enough of the potion on her to advance any further. It may just be her imagination, but her left boob looked bigger now too. It did not project any further off her chest, but it was rounder and much firmer.
Kerry fell asleep, laying at first on her left side to face off the bed like she normally would. This also rest her much larger boob on the bed; if she sat on her right her large left breast would flop over her smaller boob. Though the effects of the potion had exhausted themselves, her transformation very slowly started to resume while she was asleep somehow. In her sleep she did not have conscious restraint and she gently rocked her torso slightly, so her swollen boob would drag gently on the mattress below. Her left nipple swelled even larger, becoming now as fat as her thumb, and turning more red rather than the powder brown they naturally were. Her areola started to swell outward into a soft hill of their own, and her breast grew slightly larger still. A hard bulge grew under the skin at her left temple and the artery in her neck on the left side only swelled larger. Her ear started to change structure, becoming wider and twice as much in length. It became elven, and then the base tightened and throbbed as new muscles formed to allow it free movement. As it started to grow larger and more leaf shaped she groaned softly in her sleep and flipped herself over so it wouldn't be pinned under her head. This however caused her enlarged breast to flop over a bit- though not very far because of how taught it is. Instead of slapping over the other side of her chest, it bounced a bit and white beads formed on the huge nipple. It was full of milk. By the time her left ear stopped growing it was as large as an adult male human hand- from wrist to fingertip.
Devon woke her up in the morning in a panic- Kerry was still asleep and blissfully unaware of what happened while she was resting.
"It is getting worse! You are half cow!"
She glanced at the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. "More like a quarter cow, but yea." She cupped her left boob with her deformed partial hoof-hand and winced at the pressure inside. "Ugh..."
"Get dressed, I am driving you to Maggy right away! You can't drive the truck in that state."
"I can't go anywhere yet. I need to milk myself before I explode like a water balloon!"
Kerry dashed to the bathroom, holding the swollen boob to keep it from jostling around. It was pulled so tight over the load of milk held within that it almost felt like a muscle cramp. Her shirt was also soaking wet! She did not even notice the puddle she left on the bed overnight, since it was the same temperature as her skin. Kerry pulled her shirt up and rest it on top of her breasts as she tried to grasp her breast but couldn't use her left hand. The deformed hand was great at cupping and holding the breast, but lacked the motor skills to grasp or tug on the teat. Kerry thought the pink hue to the breast was it blushing from the attention it was getting but it was still just as pink now- it was her actual skin color. She had to reach across with her human hand. In spite of its size, the teat was hard to grasp because the milk was brute forcing its way out already so it was slick with moisture and made it hard to grip. The teat had never stopped being erect, but as it expanded in size it became softer because there wasn't enough blood pressure there to erect something that large. It was extremely easy to get the milk out at least; every small motion the left breast had forced more out. She was feeling starved though, and was almost tempted to drink her own milk, but there was nothing to put it in to drink out of and her breast was far too tight with internal pressure to roll the teat up to where she could suck on it herself. The reason she was so hungry in the first place is the milk- her body needs material to make it out of, which caused it to burn through its reserve calories very quickly over night. It felt so good to milk herself though! Pulling on the teat felt good, but the flow of milk through its insides also brushed her pleasure nerves as it flowed- so the nerves were getting played from both sides at once! The cramped pressure also went away and the breast softened. It had been so tight that the pours were pulled smooth making it look wet even were it was still dry. Once it relaxed, it went from a perfect bubble of fat on her chest into a tear shape as the heavier mass settled at the bottom and it went from firm to squishy and rubbery again.
Kerry was very nervous as she watched the milk flowing out of her, but it had nothing to do with her massive boob- and everything to do with her small boob. When she looked in the mirror to start milking the first thing she noticed before she even started was that her regular sized breast's nipple was bigger than it should be and the skin there was pink! As she milked herself, her right breast started to grow! How on earth was she still transforming from a single dollop of potion that soaked through her shirt first before even touching her? She felt the skin on her forehead tightening too, and by the time the tension in her milking breast lessened enough for her to look up at it, it popped out of the skin! A small stumpy horn broke through, creating a single drop of blood that traced a dark line down her face. The horn itself pulled the skin tight around the base so it was unable to bleed any more than that- and the blood vessels re-routed soon after as part of the change anyway. While looking at that she noticed her one cow ear too and groaned. By the time she was able to let her left breast relax and stop milking herself, her heart jumped at the sight of a bubble at the bottom of her right breast! What the hell was that, a tumor?! No, its squishy just like her boob. As it continued to grow out, a stiff area appeared at the front and started to swell out separately. Once it stuck out two centimetres she realized it was a forming nipple! The bubble at the bottom is turning into another breast! But its fused to the one above it so... she was growing a two segment udder on one side of her chest, and a twice large breast on the other side? Good lord, she isn't turning into a cow, she is turning into a freak.
She glanced into the bedroom from her seat by the bathtub she was milking herself into but Devon was not there. He was likely waiting at the side door in the kitchen or already in the running truck waiting for her. When Kerry went to get up her hand cramped suddenly and caused the strength to leave her arm, making her tumble to the floor! She lifted her hand and seen her thumb and pink compacting into themselves as her nails evolved into small, solid cones of keratin! Her right hand was quickly joining the left! It was devolving into hooves faster though, and this time it did not stop! Her three fingers turned into two very simple digits capped with hoof segments as her hand fully turned into a cloven hoof! She grew a few cow hairs around the very top but then it stopped. So her right arm remained furless, and her left hand still had three fingers. She was incredibly miss-matched. She could feel a slight itch at the base of her horn too, and knew that it was slowly growing longer too.
Kerry met Devon in the kitchen, who proceeded to freak out over her continually degrading condition. "Come on, I will get you there and Maggy will fix you up I am sure."
Kerry did not go to the door though- she went to the fridge. "My stomach hurts, Dev. The transformation is trying to steal body mass to feed the overclocked milk production. If I don't eat something it will start dissolving my body's fat reserves and it could knock me out completely."
Kerry started ravenously shoveling everything she could find into her mouth, and Devon seen that it would not be enough. He started to rummage quickly for something more for her to eat. To save money; they buy those huge noname brand cereal bags that are as big as a human torso- he handed her that and she started to eat the dry cereal out of the bag. However, while the food replenished her body- her transformation still wanted its cut of the deal. Her left breast was quickly filling with milk again, sitting higher and higher on her chest as it filled and started to pull taught again. Now though, her right breast... udder... thing, started to also fill with milk! The two segments of the udder were a bit larger than her former breast was. The teat on the bottom segment was now fully formed, but was the same pink as the skin under it and lacked an areola unlike the top segment.
She paused her eating and went to grab her tits but paused, looking at her hoof and deformed half-hand. "Devon, milk me! I don't have any hands to milk myself now. I need to keep eating, but it is overfilling my boobs..."
She plopped down onto the kitchen floor and sat the bag of oat cereal beside herself and Devon sat on her other side, cupping her odd sideways udder and sucking on its top teat- the most human looking one she had. Her milk was in a halfway state as well- it lacked the sweetness human milk has, but it is no where as remotely calorie rich as actual cow milk is. Kerry told him he would not have time to actually consume it all, so he started to tug the teat on her actual breast to milk the other side onto the floor for now. They could not afford to keep the place clean. She looked down as her feet started cramping and seen them rapidly stretch! Her legs were changing shape from the shins down! Her feet were rapidly devolving into hooves, and she had to shove the kitchen table back to make room, since her feet extending into canon bones added a good deal of length to her legs!
Kerry paused eating a moment to listen and furrowed her brow. The subtle sound of rapidly stretching and growing tissue and... fabric? That wasn't coming from her! She looked over and seen Devon hunched over to drink from her! He was much taller than he is supposed to be, and his rib cage is huge! And he is more muscular too! The hair on his chest and forearms has turned into a mat of glossy black fur! She pulled away, causing him to flop over onto his hands since he was partially leaned on her. In that moment, Kerry finally realized what was happening! The potion effects ran out last night- there was no way it was a large enough dose to do any more changes than that. It mutated her milk. Her other boob started to change because she was sleeping on her right side, causing the mutated left breast to leak milk onto the right side of her chest while she slept. Her right hand transformed and not the arm, because her breast was already wet with milk when she used that hand to express the rest. Her legs are changing because of the milk Devon was releasing from her onto the floor, and now he is changing because he DRANK it!
"Oh Gods, Devon, are you okay?!"
"Hmm? Yea, me good, we should get you... Devon get... mmmm." He looked like he was in a daze and Kerry could hear the bones in his torso creaking larger.
His neck was bulking up fast as well, becoming larger and muscular. If her milk can cause such drastic mutation by simply touching something organic... how bad is the amount of milk he drank going to be? Its inside of him, circulating through his body now! She forced herself to her still changing feet, though they were almost entirely hooves now and still going. She grabbed the wash cloth and quickly wiped around her thighs and crotch. The milk touched those too- she was hoping removing it quickly would stop any mutations. Devon tried to stand up to move closer to Kerry again to suck her juicy teats, but stumbled back and fell on his ass, causing his pant legs to rupture. He was growing larger, but especially his torso and neck- following the path the milk took. His hips were huge and his chest gigantic, making his limbs look comically tiny in comparison, and removing a lot of the flexibility his spine had. The pressure in his torso continued to grow, and without anywhere left to go, it started to pulse down into his limbs now. His muscles surged on his limbs, especially his front limbs. His pecs flinched on their own, growing in pulses with every clench. The muscles from his shoulders surged into his upper back muscles which quickly grew to a size that made him look like he had a hump-back! His shirt strained and started to tear at the sleeves when his arms bulged, but when his shoulder and back muscles surged it completely exploded off him- torn to shreds. Kerry continued to back up from him on her now completed hooves as she seen how the muscles in his limbs were writhing erratically. They were not changing to bovine- the shape was incorrect for either species, which made it almost impossible for him to move his limbs at the moment because the muscles did not match the joints at all.
Kerry felt her pussy clenching on its own, and looked down to see the outer labia blushing pink. Then the pink coloration started to spread up, becoming wider as it consumed her lower crotch. She groaned, afraid of what it was, though she had a real good guess. Her hip bone creaked and suddenly made a loud pop, and an absolute explosion of pleasure went off and did not stop! The strength left her legs as they started to tremble. She turned and caught herself on the edge of the kitchen counter, holding herself up by her arms- her legs were spread as wide as they could go but unable to support her weight. Her legs started to shift on their own as the hips they socketed to were also changing, becoming big and boxy like the rump of a bovine! Her thighs became wider length-wise but much thinner across, making her thighs like giant disks. The joint to the hip shifted nearly to the very back which had the effect of reducing her height back to about where it had been before she had hooves. Her vulva and anus yanked backward, following the migrating pelvic floor. She placed her hand between her legs and her eyes widened at the amount of space now between her legs! The pleasure did not stop though- it only migrated a bit higher. Four pink nubs formed in the huge pink spot that spread from her pussy, and the entire area started to swell out. Yea... she figured as much... an udder. Wiping the milk off after the fact wasn't enough, it already tainted her nethers. Oddly she was not growing a tail though- and since her anus and vulva were now so high up they were very clearly on display for anyone to see without a tail to cover them.
Devon was still on the floor trying to move. When he moved his limbs only half the muscles in them actually responded. With each attempt they moved more- stretching the skin on the surface further apart, making his limbs very long and narrow. His arms ruptured first but the legs were not far apart as they split in two! Even as his hands and feet were still compressing into hooves, they divided- he now had eight limbs! His pant legs were already torn in two, but when his legs actually multiplied his pants burst the rest of the way off. He could move his limbs again but was still growing and was extremely stiff. He gathered his four legs below him and as soon as he put his full weight on them in an attempt to stand like a human again (and failing), his hips popped loudly like Kerry's. But his did not get any wider, instead it split like his legs did. He had four legs but two still hinged into a single socket, now his body was fixing that. Likewise, his shoulder blades thickened and split into a second pair that slid a bit further down and under the first set. His hands and feet quickly finished devolving into hooves, and he grew a long tasseled bovine tail that split into two before it had even finished forming- growing into two full tails, although for some reason the left one was slightly longer.
"Kerry... good. Taste more. Muh... me wa-aah ough!" His voice was already thunderously deep and he spoke slowly from the changes in his neck, but he suddenly sounded like he was gagging on something.
His tongue slid out of his mouth and very quickly started to grow! The large dark veins covering the bottom throbbed violently! His tongue was exposed the most directly to her milk! It was so thick it almost closed off his throat, and his throat was twice the size it should be! It grew out of his mouth by two inches, then three, four... it did not stop till there was at least nine inches of tongue flailing around! It was many times too large for him to put back in his mouth, it was permanently out. Both he and Kerry looked down between his legs at the ridiculous bulge in his straining underpants- the only clothes still clinging to him. His balls had swollen gigantically and taken up all the space in his straining underwear- the lack of room was squeezing them uncomfortably as well as pinning down the first tenth of his tails- the rest escaped out the leg holes.
"Hoooo~ 'uck yusss~!" He reared his head back and closed his eyes in bliss from the feeling.
The nerves in his cock stretched as the phallus mutated and bloated. His pubic hair turned to black fur- his oversized scrotal flesh was turning black already on its own, looking bruise purple at the moment. The fur started to spread up onto the scrotum as well as up his foreskin as it thickened into a pseudo sheath. A bull sheath is incredibly long though, and attached to their underside- Devon's is neither of those things. The changed foreskin remained the length it already was and instead the cock within grew longer exposing more tender red-pink shaft. The glans inflated, creating a deeper, broader corona as it swelled into a huge bull shaped head that looked almost too big for the shaft it was attacked to. The urethra then started to extend out from the head of the penis creating a bit of a spiked end- but it did not stop there. The urethral bulge up the entire underside of the shaft started to bloat up massively to support it all as it continued to get longer and longer, stretching away from the glans which remained where they were! It looked like a bull's penis growing out of an oversized human penis! The tuft of fur that grows at the end of the bull sheath even got abnormally long on his very tiny sheath- looking more like the sheath had a beard. His sheath made it about three inches from his balls, then his human dong another eight inches from there, and then another twelve inches worth of bovine phallus! Overall his dick was 23 inches long! His balls eventually ruptured the underpants and freed themselves, but continued to swing and bob in their loose sack and droop lower and lower. By the time each testicle was the size of a water melon, they were resting fully on the floor under him because of how long his scrotum is.
Kerry had a hard time figuring out if he was drooling because he was horny, or drooling because his tongue sort of prevented him from fully closing his mouth ever. Even on all fours, his overall bigger body and massive muscles made him just as tall as Kerry is standing upright on two legs. He started to move toward her, but she was still holding herself up by her arms on the counter- she could not get away from him while her udder was still growing. The pleasure did not stop, all the nerves down there were being stretched and branching more and more! Her udder was the size of half a yoga ball at this point, making sure to fill all that extra space she now had between her legs! Kerry also was not entirely sure she was even ABLE to stand anymore- her hip joints shifted to bovine. She told him to shoo but he was too fixated on her dangling teats. Her breast and half-udder on her chest attracted his attention because they were again dripping with milk. Her udder looked exquisite but it was still growing in so it had not filled with milk yet. She could not shove him away because she was holding herself up with her arms- if she let go she will fall to the floor entirely... and the floor has milk on it. He coiled his extremely long tongue around her boob and sucked onto the big fat teat! Now Kerry actually wished her udder would hurry up and grow faster so she could pull away from him before he turned himself into a complete abomination. She seen two horns burst out of the skin on his head. At least he actually had two, unlike Kerry who still only had the one horn. He moaned into the soft skin of her tit, making her cry out because it tickled her. Hollow pops and clicks started to come from his head as it grew in size and started to stretch out into a bovine muzzle. The veins in his neck throbbed and it swelled even thicker with muscle- it was almost twice as wide as his actual head! Devon paused a moment and broke off, looking rather dazed and his tongue loosened its grip. He started to grunt and gust hot air from his expanding nostrils as his head continued to stretch. A bull head is sort of triangular when viewed from the side and rectangular when you look at it head-on. It is well defined and sculpted. Kerry's growth started to slow, so while she was still very weak she managed to force herself onto her feet. She could not stand upright, so she used the arm that already had a hoof instead of a hand to balance on and scurried away from Devon using the opening. When she stopped moving, her udder almost yanked her back into motion. When it swung it really made its immense weight known. It was hard to set that giant pink pendulum into motion, and once it was moving- it's hard to stop.
His groans and moans became stuttered, the twitches and groaning bone of his skull became more chaotic. The muscle in his neck surged massively and the veins pulled rock hard and he gave a long, animalistic bellow that shook the kitchen glassware! In a sickening, wet sticking sound his entire skull started to split in half! The edges of the bone rapidly expanding into the divide even as it deepened! His head completed its transformation into that of a bull at the same time it became two complete heads! Now every sound he made was echoed by the other head that did everything exactly as he did! His neck only split halfway down though and remained a single throat at the base, so the two heads could not move very far away from one another. They each grew a second horn on the inner facing side that grew extremely rapid, and immediately coiled around the other horn! They grew together into one, spiraling up to be easily twice as long as the other horns! The longer faces better housed the gigantic tongue both heads possessed, but it was still too big to completely fit inside. They reared again and Kerry put a hand over her mouth to suppress a scream when two bull horns branched from his collar bone and erupted forward! The front of his collar bone started to bulge out between them, looking like the top of yet another bovine head emerging, but it stopped as soon as its form became more defined, so it was just the top of a head and nothing more. The skin bulged in the middle of it and then split open, revealing a single eye in the middle of the forehead of the partially developed third head!
"Duvum cum." He started to slowly walk toward her.
She shook her head and backed up a bit. "We need to find a way to get help and contact Maggy."
"Cum, neeeed... so... full." It was weird hearing two copies of his voice at the same time.
She had to dodge his central horn several times to make sure he did not misjudge its length and impale her by mistake. He was badly mutated so she did not know if he was just overcome with hormones or was legitimately in pain or trouble because his genitals are extremely misconfigured. With a nervous sigh, she agreed to let him mount her as long as he promised to focus on getting to Maggy after. Neither of them could work the truck in this shape, obviously, but Kerry planned to use Devon as a mount and ride there. As long as they both get the hell away from her spilled milk and she doesn't leak all over them, their changes shouldn't progress. And he has eight strong legs now. Kerry used the bench by the side door the shoes were lined up under to rest her hands on and brace against as the ultra-bull lifted himself to mount her. Now she was glad she had bovine hips, because with the force and weight he brought down on her, her hips would have shattered to bits if it was still human. He hooked his front arms over top of hers and bounced her boobs down with presses from his hooves. His second front legs hooked under her arms and cradled the sides of her boob and half-udder. His first back legs hooked in front of hers and guided his mutated cock into her, while the second back legs scooted up against the back of her legs to drive it in! The extra flexibility between his two hips actually made it much easier to angle his thrusts correctly. She had to be careful not to try and reposition her hooves- his balls are on the floor behind them. His bovine cock fit into her easily enough, but he bottomed out in her before the human cock made it in- so her pussy just spread out over half its glans before he had to pull back. Even in her own mutated state his dick was just too big. It did not take long for him to climax, dumping a massive amount of cum into her! His huge heavy balls made an audible thump each time they managed to lift themselves off the floor to deliver another blast before slapping back down.
They did not have enough time to get cleaned up, with cum still dripping from her, they struggled with the side door but Kerry managed to use her half-hand to open it into the garage and then just smacked the huge button that opened the shudder door for the truck to get out- except it will be Kerry riding Devon. He would have no trouble getting out the shudder door, but Kerry sure needed to help him get through the side door into the garage. Her hips barely fit through the doorway- Devon was absolutely too big to fit through the door. In order to get him through he needed to flop over onto his side and tuck in his legs- then Kerry grabbed him by the horns and slid him through. They ended up breaking part of the door frame even then. Kerry's stomach let out several loud rumblings and she paused as Devon stood back onto all eight. Was she over hungry again? She did not feel hungry though, if anything she still felt bloated from all the cum Devon shot in her. There was several more loud gurgling sounds and her eyes went wide as her stomach started to push out rounder and bigger! Oh no. If the potion effects can mutate her milk, it can also mutate his cum!
Kerry fell to her knees, then hands and knees before rolling onto her back on the floor of the garage behind the truck- close enough to the open shudder door that she was in the sunlight. Her stomach was getting huge, fast. It expanded so much forward that it was trying to push her ribs up and her hips down to make room, which then taxed her spine in turn. Her body trembled as a new vertebrae was formed and her spine got longer. And then again! She could feel muscles expanding around the gut and from either side of it a little lump formed. The lumps stretched into meaty little tubes. The tubes squirmed as muscle sinew twisted into them, and then started to bend and gain shape as bones formed inside to give them mobility. When little claw-like cones emerged from the skin on the end, Kerry realized they were tiny, underdeveloped bovine legs! She groaned with strain and her spine was pulled longer and longer! Shoulder blades formed behind the new proto limbs as they continued to grow larger and stronger! Her large stomach suddenly got yanked down by her lengthening spine and pulled into a large tube shape between the new legs and the old! You could see each individual set of ribs grow out from the spine, stretching the outside skin wider as a bovine rib cage formed, linked in the front from a growing sternum. She frantically flailed all her limbs around trying to yank herself onto her side as quickly as possible when she felt pleasurable twitches down her front and realized her boobs were leaking again- and the runoff milk was trailing down her body and pooling in her belly button! Even as her second torso developed into a full sized cow body, more breasts formed on her 'human' torso! One had a cluster of three nipples on the front, one had a teat so gigantic it could be used as a dildo! She grew two below her existing set, then one on either side, between the two sets. Then one below that on her left side that grew so large it forced her to permanently lean to the other side to make room. On her bovine torso, a second udder started to develop immediately in front of the old one! The front of her bovine torso also grew in fur- white with brown patches, but the fur faded off leaving the original rear end still blank and also tailless. Her original left boob started to grow again, swelling absolutely massive.
Devon could not hold himself back for long, and barely had enough intellect still to do it even when he wasn't that horny. She overturned herself to try to keep him off but could barely move because of all the uneven breast growth and weight. When he could not get inside of her, he put his giant dick between a half dozen tits and blew his load there. Which made them even bigger, and caused even more to grow between existing ones at random sizes, with a random number of nipples or teats. Him being on her smeared more milk on him, and he continued to grow larger and more muscular till he could barely move because of how bulbous all his muscle mass was, and his back was so high up from his overall size that it almost scraped the garage roof! His balls alone almost filled a quarter of the garage space! Kerry could not move, and did not stop lactating, so her own milk continued to deform her, her entire body becoming deformed and bulbous. Softer, rounder, milkier! She was being entirely consumed in wobbling soft, rubbery boobs and udders and teats!
Devon woke her up many hours later. The sky was burning with a metallic orange light from a dusk sun. Kerry sat up quickly when she realized she could actually move! Her hair was sopping wet and heavy with all the milk in it, as was her shirt. It had been bunched up at the top of her chest the entire time but Devon rolled it down back over her. She was... completely normal? So was Devon. There was a pool of drying milk that covered the entire garage floor, then trailed down the driveway, across the sidewalk and down the edge of the street.
"What... the fuck happened?"
Devon shrugged, now fully dressed again and holding some pants out for Kerry to better cover herself. "I just woke up normal again, and you were almost fully normal too. You only had a few deformities regressing back into you when I woke up."
She furrowed her brow. "Wait, Maggy probably used alchemy to extract a bovine essence to act as instructions for a magical spell her sister Mae then put in it."
"Right, you were mentioning that before. So... what?"
"Spells require mana. The area around the null zone is high density energy, it must have super charged the partially decayed potion. We changed so much and for so long that we depleted all the local mana and the charge I picked up from the dump- canceling the spell effects. Basically, the potion wears off after a while." She looked off into the horizon. "As soon as we clean all this up, I am heading over to see Maggy, I don't care how late it is!"
"W-well, don't be too mad with her. She did repeatedly tell you to be careful with the stuff so this wouldn't happen. You were warned."
"Mad? I want to find out what that potions original effects were and ask her if she has any more~" | STORY |
In Python, the and keyword is a logical operator used for performing logical conjunction. It combines two conditions or expressions and evaluates to True if both conditions are True, and False otherwise.
Here are some key points about the and keyword:
- The and keyword returns True only if both operands on its left and right side are True. If any of the operands evaluate to False, the result is False.
- It short-circuits the evaluation, meaning that if the first operand is False, the second operand is not evaluated since the overall result would be False regardless.
- The and keyword is often used in conditional statements, loops, and boolean expressions to check multiple conditions simultaneously.
Here's an example to illustrate the usage of the and keyword:
age = 25
is_student = True
if age >= 18 and is_student:
print("You are eligible for a student discount.")
print("You are not eligible for a student discount.")
You are eligible for a student discount.
In the above example, the and keyword is used to combine two conditions: age >= 18 and is_student. The if statement checks whether both conditions are True. If both conditions are True, the code block inside the if statement is executed, resulting in the message "You are eligible for a student discount."
If either of the conditions is False, the and operator short-circuits and the code block inside the else statement is executed.
The and keyword allows you to evaluate multiple conditions together and make decisions based on their combined truth value. It provides a way to ensure that all specified conditions are satisfied before proceeding with a particular action. | EDUCATION |
Volcanoes form through a complex geological process that involves the movement of Earth’s tectonic plates and the release of molten rock, or magma, from beneath the Earth’s surface. Here’s a step-by-step explanation of how volcanoes form:
- Tectonic Plate Boundaries: Most volcanoes are associated with the boundaries of Earth’s tectonic plates, where these massive plates interact. There are three primary types of plate boundaries where volcanoes commonly form:
- Divergent Boundaries: At divergent boundaries, tectonic plates move away from each other. As they separate, magma from the mantle rises to fill the gap, creating new crust and often forming underwater volcanoes along mid-ocean ridges.
- Convergent Boundaries: At convergent boundaries, two tectonic plates collide, and one plate is forced beneath the other in a process called subduction. As the subducting plate sinks into the Earth’s mantle, it melts and generates magma, which rises to the surface, leading to the formation of volcanoes along the boundary.
- Transform Boundaries: At transform boundaries, two tectonic plates slide past each other horizontally. While volcanoes are less common at transform boundaries, they can still form when the movement of the plates creates fractures that allow magma to reach the surface.
- Magma Generation: Magma is formed deep within the Earth’s mantle, where high temperatures and pressure cause rocks to melt. The composition of the magma depends on the type of rocks that melt and the specific geological conditions. Magma is less dense than the surrounding solid rock, so it tends to rise towards the Earth’s surface.
- Magma Ascent: As magma rises, it moves through cracks and fractures in the Earth’s crust. The movement of magma is driven by factors such as buoyancy and pressure. As it ascends, it may collect in chambers beneath the Earth’s surface.
- Eruption: When the pressure from the accumulating magma becomes too great, or if there is a sudden release of pressure, an eruption occurs. During an eruption, magma, gases, and volcanic ash are expelled from the volcano’s vent or crater. The nature of the eruption can range from relatively gentle lava flows to explosive eruptions that eject ash and volcanic debris high into the atmosphere.
- Volcanic Landforms: Over time, repeated eruptions can build up volcanic landforms, such as mountains, cones, and calderas, depending on the type of eruption and the characteristics of the magma. These landforms are often associated with distinctive volcanic features like lava flows, ash deposits, and volcanic rocks.
- Volcanic Activity: Volcanic activity can continue for extended periods, with periods of eruptions followed by periods of dormancy. Some volcanoes remain active for thousands of years, while others become dormant or extinct over time.
It’s important to note that volcanic eruptions can have various impacts on the environment, climate, and human communities, making the study and monitoring of volcanoes crucial for both scientific understanding and hazard assessment. | EDUCATION |
~stan~
you met stan at a high school party. you were drunk and could barely walk. stan decided to take you back to his house and let you sleep there to make sure you were safe. you thanked him in the morning and exchanged numbers and to this day you are both very close friends.
~kyle~
you met kyle at the park, you were walking your dog and kyle was with his brother. you accidentally let go of the dog lead and your dog ran over too ike and kyle. ike was petting the dog and you ran over there and apologised. he chuckled and told you that it was fine. you both kept talking for awhile and eventually kyle asked for your number.
~eric~
you met eric in elementary school. he used to bully and tease you. later, you found out he was only doing it because he secretly liked you. the two of you gradually became closer after that.
~kenny~
you met kenny in high-school. he walked up to you and attempted to flirt with you. you called him a dork and you have been best friends ever since.
~craig~
you actually met craig online. you had found him on facebook so you messaged him, turns out you both had a lot in common.
~tweek~
you met tweek at his dads coffee shop, tweek bros. tweek served you at the counter and accidentally called you cute. you giggled at him and called him adorable.
~token~
you met token at the airport. he was flying to the uk from colorado and you were flying to the uk coming back from your holiday. you were both seated next to eachother on the 1st class plane. you both talked the whole way there and have been best friends ever since that day.
~clyde~
you met clyde at a bar when he offered to buy you a drink. you thought he was cute so you happily agreed. you talked the whole night and he asked you if you wanted to hang out some time.
~butters~
you met butters when nichole dragged you along to an art show. you accidentally bumped into him and apologised. long story short you found out he was here because his friend dragged him along too.
~jimmy~
you met jimmy at one of his comedy shows. he was really funny and you got to talk to him back stage. turns out you both had loads in common.
~scott m~
you met scott in kindergarten. you had no one to play with so he came up to you and asked you to play with him. you have been inseparable ever since.
~kevin s~
you had a big soft spot for star wars. it was your favourite thing to watch. you and you best friend Annie got tickets to a star wars convention. long story short you both met and ever since you always go round each others houses to watch star wars or play minecraft. | STORY |
Inclusive education is a key aspect of modern pedagogy that aims to provide equal learning opportunities for all students, regardless of their abilities or disabilities. It promotes a nurturing and supportive environment where students with diverse needs can participate together in regular classrooms. While it benefits students with disabilities by ensuring their right to education, inclusive education also offers a myriad of advantages for all students involved.
First and foremost, inclusive education fosters diversity and encourages acceptance among students. When students with disabilities are included in regular classrooms, their peers are exposed to different perspectives, experiences, and abilities. This exposure helps break down stereotypes and reduces prejudice, promoting a culture of acceptance and tolerance. Students learn to appreciate individual differences and understand that everyone has strengths and weaknesses, creating a more inclusive and compassionate society.
Inclusive education also enriches the educational experiences of all students. In a diverse classroom, students have the opportunity to learn from their peers who have different learning styles, abilities, and talents. They become more open-minded and adaptable, developing crucial skills for the real world. Working collaboratively with students of varying abilities also enhances empathy, cooperation, and teamwork, all of which are valuable skills in today’s interconnected world.
Furthermore, inclusive education enhances academic achievement and engagement for all students. Research has consistently shown that when students with disabilities are included in regular classrooms, their cognitive and academic skills improve significantly. This is because inclusive education encourages teachers to use a variety of teaching strategies and methods that cater to diverse learning needs. Students benefit from differentiated instruction, enhanced learning materials, and individualized support. Consequently, all students achieve greater academic success and find learning more meaningful and relevant.
Inclusive education also prepares students for future workplaces that are increasingly diverse and inclusive. By being exposed to differences in the classroom, students learn to appreciate diversity, communicate effectively, and collaborate with people from various backgrounds. These skills are highly valued in the professional world, making inclusive education instrumental in developing competent and empathetic future leaders.
Lastly, inclusive education promotes social integration and a sense of belonging for all students. When children with disabilities are included in regular classrooms, they have the opportunity to interact with their peers on a daily basis, fostering friendships and building social connections. This not only improves their self-esteem and well-being but also prevents the development of social isolation and the potential negative psychological effects that might arise from it.
Overall, the benefits of inclusive education for all students are profound and far-reaching. By fostering acceptance, enhancing learning experiences, promoting academic achievement, and preparing students for the future, inclusive education ensures that every child has equal opportunities to thrive educationally, socially, and emotionally. It is an essential aspect of inclusive and equitable education systems that empower all students to reach their full potential. | EDUCATION |
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Hey there, killjoy.
First things first, I want to make it VERY clear that this is not Gerard and Frank, this is Party and Fun, the fictional characters they portray. Danger Days is a <i>fictional</i> universe. Regardless on your stance on shipping/headcanoning real people, that's not what this is and I would appreciate if you'd keep the difference in mind. I am not a frerardie, I just enjoy the idea of gay people in the desert and like to write silly words about them on my fanfiction app. Got it? We cool? Okay thanks.
That being said...
Welcome to my oneshot book! :)
Requests are allowed and heavily encouraged, please for the love of god I'm begging you leave a request it would actually make my day. comment them here or on my page (basically wherever) and I'll get to it as soon as I can.
What I will do:
-Fluff
-Angst
-AUs
-Crack
-Flangst
-major character death
-Triggering subjects, I'll add warnings but I'll pretty much write about anything on request
What I won't do:
-Smut (people I know irl follow me here and I wouldn't be able to look my friends in the eyes honestly)
-Abuse or toxic relationships. I have some strong opinions about making the main ship in a fic unhealthy for the hell of it.
I think that's about it. I'm not the best writer out there but I'm pretty flexible so let your imagination run wild.
Also a lot of these will be based on my own character headcanons. Personality traits, aspects of their appearances, etc. will deviate from canon. Which, yeah, pretty much how fanfiction works, but tbh we get some creative liberty considering the Killjoys die like 2 seconds into the story and have no actual dialogue
Okay enjoy | STORY |
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The young man walked into the cave, hunched over and panting, sweat dripping from his forehead. Pyira looked at him and tutted. He must've done the whole climb in one go. The eager ones always do. Think they're too good to take a break at that campsite halfway up the mountain, 'only the weak and feeble need to pay some peasant for a tent for the night' they say to themselves as they march on by before collapsing of exhaustion two hours later.
The other seers saw him too.
Pyira sighed. "I got him."
She got up and walked towards the mouth of the cave, feeling the heat of the summer sun creep in through the entrance. Who the heck wants to climb a mountain in this heat?
The young man tried to catch his breath before sinking to one knee and bowing his head. "Prophet. I have completed your trial. I have climbed the mountain of Yawaog, traveled across the country to pick the herbs you demanded, and collected the blood of a pure-bred shark." They always added the *pure-bred* bit themselves, Pyira thought. What would a non-pure-bred shark even look like?
The man stood up and began walking towards her. "Ever since I was born, I've known I had a magnificent destiny. My family had ruled our town for many generations, we have used the man of our village to fight off countless invaders and cement our power. However, I know I have more to do. My father told me I have a greatness inside of me. Tell me. What is my destiny?"
Now he was closer Pyira could smell the sweat dripping from his skin. It soaked his clothes, polluting the cave with a foul odor. Her face instinctively squirmed, and she fought against the impulse. "Come, place the objects on the ground."
Nervously, the man opened his pack and took out the objects. He placed each one down with care, as though putting a child to sleep. Between each herb he looked up at Pyira, checking if the objects were in the right place. She nodded confirmation, wishing he'd hurry up and leave the cave quicker. Finally, he took out a small vial of blood and placed it by the herbs.
"Well done, traveler." Pyira said nodding, breathing through her mouth. "Now, do you have your donation?"
"Y- yes." The young man reached into his pocket and took out some coins, and reached out his hand.
She placed her hand beneath his and the coins dropped into her palm. As the copper hit, the visions came. Her head shot back, her eyes rolling into her head, as she saw every moment in the young man's history. His joy at his first horse, the time he and his brothers ransacked that neighboring village, the promises his dad made of his coming glory. And then she saw the future. What the young man wanted to know.
Pyira lowered her head.
"Did you see it?" the man said, standing. "What did you see? What is my destiny?"
Pyira thought for a moment, forming the sentences in her mind. "There is a great evil in this world, one that attacks people's souls, and turns their blood brown. This evil will come for you too. You will be a warrior against this evil."
The man nodded along, waiting for the next part. However, Pyira was silent. He waited for awkward second upon awkward second, his eyes nervously looking at the cave around him, trying to work out how to release the next part of the prophecy. "That's it?" he eventually blurted out.
"Yes."
"What evil?" the man asked.
"One not of human form."
"A dragon? A ghost?"
"The prophecy is what it is," Pyira said, waving her arm through the air with pretend symbolism.
"But. There must be more? Can you not tell me any more?"
"The prophecy is what it is." The same arm motion.
"Can you at least tell me when I have to face this foe?"
"Sooner than you may think," Pyira nodded.
"Soon?!" The man checked his sword was still by his side. "I will face this foe, I will defeat it and rid the world of this evil. What can I do to prepare?"
"The prophecy is what it is."
"But you saw my whole future. My destiny. Tell me what it is." There was a degree of anger in his voice that irritated Pyira.
"The prophecy is what it is."
"Come on. I climbed this whole mountain and now I have to rid the world of evil and you won't give me anything useful."
Pyira was growing weary with his moaning. "You must go now. The winds are changing." *They are changing*, Pyira thought, *blowing more of your stink inside*. "Your destiny awaits. Go. Onward to your destiny."
"But I need more information-"
"Quick. If you wait your destiny cannot be fulfilled. You must go."
That seemed to trigger something in the young man. His back shot upright, and he quickly grabbed his pack. "Yes. You're right. Thank you. Thank you."
Pyira stood with her hands clasped in front of her as the young man gathered himself and headed for the cave entrance.
She watched him leave and let out a long sigh, her body slumping, her stomach paunching out with the release of tension. The annoyance over, she turned back to the other seers in the back of the cave. "I dealt with the idiot, someone else can clean up that mess." She waved a hand over to the pile of herbs.
"We should add something," one of the others said. "Maybe the egg of an eagle and the claw of a lion? That sounds mystical but hard to get."
"Can we not just ask them to bring us a dog?" a younger seer whispered.
"No. No pets," an older woman barked. "Not again." She shook her head.
Pyira reached the group and took a seat around the fire.
"So what was his dessss-tiinnnnn-yyyyy" a woman chuckled. "He off to greatness?"
"He catches dysentery on the walk back down the mountain," Pyira said, placing the coins in a box. "Dies in a week."
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More words at r/ArchipelagoFictions | STORY |
Hundreds, Tens, Ones
This worksheet is a mathematical exercise focused on teaching the expanded form of numbers. It presents a series of two- and three-digit numbers that students are instructed to rewrite in expanded form, demonstrating the value of each digit according to its place value. An example at the top of the worksheet shows how the number 780 is broken down into 700 (hundreds), 80 (tens), and 0 (ones). The students are expected to apply this concept to each number in the list, writing the expanded form in the spaces provided.
The worksheet is aimed at teaching students how to deconstruct numbers into their base components, reinforcing the concept of place value. It helps students recognize the individual value of digits in the hundreds, tens, and ones places, and how these values contribute to the overall number. This skill is fundamental in understanding the structure of the number system and is essential for performing various mathematical operations. By mastering expanded form, students enhance their ability to comprehend and work with numbers in both mathematical and real-world contexts. | EDUCATION |
*We are afraid.*
It started many, many eons ago, long before even the Grand Spirit upheld his current reign, and the anarchy before then. So long ago that none can even point to a single event as its beginning.
First, there were pillars of heat, strange gatherings of crackling orange and yellow like the great light above had been gathered here as tribute. The mobile life on Earth began to fall, at random, dead from strange foreign materials in their bodies. This death was largely ignored, as we have seen much death since our inception. Death is nature.
That death continued for some time, and over centuries, the oddities spread to plant life. Things began to grow in clusters, an unnerving pattern assigned to once random and chaotic beauty that seemed too intentional and too sudden. The light gatherings grew in number, some roaring greater than others. It was then that our predecessors began to log information and start researching in what ways we could. After all, our effect on this environment is nothing, we are no more than ghosts wandering, air passing over the life here.
Panic did not settle in until recently, once... the spreading began. What started as huts, odd little things made of clay and leaf or timber, became twisting stone. The stones changed through time, evolving, almost, until a blend was settled on that left little of the original materials intact. After that, a new material was sprung forth, something harder than stone, smooth as ice, and a grey not found in most natural things.
We lost hope when the material, the coldrock, evolved further; it came alive. Like the evolution of sea life to land life, they took shape and motion, zipping and buzzing around on strange pathways paved through the centuries, destroying anything they came into contact with. They bred as fast as any other life we've seen.
The coldrock pillars grew taller, and taller still, destroying so much life in their path. Our society was intertwined with them, a mangled mishmash of coldrock and our plane, impossible to live proper lives in our own homes. We were driven to the areas yet untouched, but those became increasingly sparse.
How quickly it spread, never giving us a moment to settle.
How quickly it evolved, into intricate beings, colossal and complex unlike any other life.
Some were larger than the most massive lifeforms, aquatic or not, yet floated in water as if lighter than the breeze. Some developed abilities, to raze woodseas instantly or dig caverns in the dirt. Some pillars looked to reach for the great light above, nearly touching it with pointed limbs. Others even took to the air, heavier than a mountain yet barreling through sky with unmoving wings.
Tributes to the great light above became terribly large, destroying anything in their radius. They changed, no longer a peaceful, crackling comfort, but an enraged power that engulfed anything near. So short-lived, yet releasing all their energy in one clamorous, murderous instant.
A plague has taken this world, hardening nature into something twisted and terrible, mindless and violent. Soon, it will engulf us, too. We live in hiding, waiting for the day that we also become harder than stone. Greyer than thunderous skies, and overflowing with a wrath even thunderclap does not know.
*/r/resonatingfury* | STORY |
The first full moon of the year. A crowd of people hoping this one will be better than the last, a collage of torches dotting a semi circle around the bloodstained post my hands were chained around. The torch fire struck the whites and yellows of teeth as the crowd jeered, the Baitsman's mouth agape in a crooked sneer as he drew a knife over my chest, drawing a shallow line of blood.
"Thankful are we to the Wolf!" They howled. "Humbled are we by the moon!"
Iron cuffs rubbed across my wrists and I sighed. Weird way to show appreciation.
A lightly jeweled man stepped out from the crowd to stand in front of me. Facing them and me, his back turned to the dark woods that lay ahead of me, the Baitsman prowled up beside him, a small bucket of my blood clasped in his offhand, and the still dripping knife held casually in his right.
The jeweled man turned to him, nodding, and the Baitsman turned - walking off calmy toward the woods. Silence blanketed the crowd.
"The Baitsman has begun to lay the trail, the offering is prepared. Soon the moon will be full and another year shall begin, a year kinder than the last!"
The crowd roared in approval, I rolled my eyes. The mayor was a particularly juicy looking man who was living proof I'd no control of the Wolf. If I could control it, direct it, even give it the faintest nudge then I'd have sent it up through his bedroom window years ago. Human sacrifice, like the Wolf could get full - decide that maybe one was enough, for tonight. Like he'd be satisfied, content, not at all inclined to sniff out the source of a baby's cries, not at all motivated to tear through its parents once it finds the basement.
A gust of cold wind shook the torchlight around me, a swarm of firefly embers soaring off the flames. People turned up to the moon, dissolving into view as thin clouds parted above.
"The time has come!" The mayor announced, his jewels clacking together as he raised his hands in vigor. Behind him the Baitsman approached from the dense wood, his bucket now empty no doubt and his knife wiped clean.
"Away! So that the sacrifice can be made, away! Thankful are we to the Wolf!"
"Humbled are we by the moon!"
Wet mud stuck and squelched as the murder procession turned back to their houses. The Mayor walking past me near last, unable to match my eyes with nothing but a quick disgusted glance at my bared and bloodied chest coming my direction. The Baitsman left last, patiently with no worry, clasping a strong hand on my shoulder as he trudged past his head nor his eyes turning to pay me any mind.
Then I was alone. The cold biting at me, the iron driving into the cracking skin on my wrists. Moonlight shining down. I'd done so well, been so careful. Averted all suspicion taken every precaution, stayed here amongst them - in my home - for years. Every witch hunt and every paranoid village meeting I'd survived with noone the wiser, but I can't charm a lottery.
My body cracks. I creak, my spine bends - I feel my fingers break. My gums bleed as my teeth are forced out of my head with sharper, longer ones pushing through - my toes curl in agony, stretching and snapping. The iron chain holding me pulls tight as my body contorts, I'm snapped back with my neck aching upward, toward the moon, and as I howl a red fog pours into my mind - my last waking thought being the image of jewels. Jewels smacking against each other with every exaggerated motion, every gentle and unsure step around the chaining pole, a fat, juicy man who wasn't able to look me in the eye - ready to be humbled by the moon. | STORY |
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<option value="Alabama" > Alabama
<option value="Arkansas" > Arkansas
<option value="Arizona" > Arizona
<option value="California" > California
<option value="Colorado" > Colorado
<option value="Connecticut" > Connecticut
<option value="District of Columbia" > D.C.
<option value="Delaware" > Delaware
<option value="Florida" > Florida
<option value="Georgia" > Georgia
<option value="Guam" > Guam
<option value="Hawaii" > Hawaii
<option value="Iowa" > Iowa
<option value="Idaho" > Idaho
<option value="Illinois" > Illinois
<option value="Indiana" > Indiana
<option value="Kansas" > Kansas
<option value="Kentucky" > Kentucky
<option value="Louisiana" > Louisiana
<option value="Massachusetts" > Massachusetts
<option value="Maryland" > Maryland
<option value="Maine" > Maine
<option value="Michigan" > Michigan
<option value="Minnesota" > Minnesota
<option value="Missouri" > Missouri
<option value="Mississippi" > Mississippi
<option value="Montana" > Montana
<option value="North Carolina" > North Carolina
<option value="North Dakota" > North Dakota
<option value="Nebraska" > Nebraska
<option value="New Hampshire" > New Hampshire
<option value="New Jersey" > New Jersey
<option value="New Mexico" > New Mexico
<option value="Nevada" > Nevada
<option value="New York" > New York
<option value="Ohio" > Ohio
<option value="Oklahoma" > Oklahoma
<option value="Oregon" > Oregon
<option value="Pennsylvania" > Pennsylvania
<option value="Puerto Rico" > Puerto Rico
<option value="Rhode Island" > Rhode Island
<option value="South Carolina" > South Carolina
<option value="South Dakota" > South Dakota
<option value="Tennessee" > Tennessee
<option value="Texas" > Texas
<option value="Utah" > Utah
<option value="Virginia" > Virginia
<option value="The Virgin Islands" > The Virgin Islands
<option value="Vermont" > Vermont
<option value="Washington" > Washington
<option value="Wisconsin" > Wisconsin
<option value="West Virginia" > West Virginia
<option value="Wyoming" > Wyoming
<option value='*'> ---------
<option value="Alberta" > Alberta
<option value="British Columbia" > British Columbia
<option value="Manitoba" > Manitoba
<option value="New Brunswick" > New Brunswick
<option value="Newfoundland" > Newfoundland
<option value="Northwest Territories" > Northwest Territories
<option value="Nova Scotia" > Nova Scotia
<option value="Ontario" > Ontario
<option value="Prince Edward Island" > Prince Edward Island
<option value="Quebec" > Quebec
<option value="Saskatchewan" > Saskatchewan
<option value="Yukon Territory" > Yukon Territory
<option value='*'> ---------
<option value="New South Wales" > New South Wales
<option value="Queensland" > Queensland
<option value="South Australia" > South Australia
<option value="Tasmania" > Tasmania
<option value="Victoria" > Victoria
<option value="Western Australia" > Western Australia
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<option value="Afghanistan" > Afghanistan
<option value="Albania" > Albania
<option value="Algeria" > Algeria
<option value="Andorra" > Andorra
<option value="Angola" > Angola
<option value="Antigua" > Antigua
<option value="Argentina" > Argentina
<option value="Armenia" > Armenia
<option value="Aruba" > Aruba
<option value="Australia" > Australia
<option value="Austria" > Austria
<option value="Azerbaidjan" > Azerbaidjan
<option value="Bahamas" > Bahamas
<option value="Bahrain" > Bahrain
<option value="Bangladesh" > Bangladesh
<option value="Barbados" > Barbados
<option value="Belgium" > Belgium
<option value="Belize" > Belize
<option value="Benin" > Benin
<option value="Bermuda" > Bermuda
<option value="Bhutan" > Bhutan
<option value="Bolivia" > Bolivia
<option value="Bosnia" > Bosnia
<option value="Botswana" > Botswana
<option value="Brazil" > Brazil
<option value="Brunei" > Brunei
<option value="Bulgaria" > Bulgaria
<option value="Burkina Faso" > Burkina Faso
<option value="Burma" > Burma
<option value="Burundi" > Burundi
<option value="Cambodia" > Cambodia
<option value="Cameroon" > Cameroon
<option value="Canada" > Canada
<option value="Cape Verde" > Cape Verde
<option value="Central African Republic" > Central Afr. Rep.
<option value="Chad" > Chad
<option value="Chile" > Chile
<option value="China" > China
<option value="Colombia" > Colombia
<option value="Comoros" > Comoros
<option value="Congo" > Congo
<option value="Congo (Zaire)" > Congo (Zaire)
<option value="Costa Rica" > Costa Rica
<option value="Croatia" > Croatia
<option value="Cuba" > Cuba
<option value="Cyprus" > Cyprus
<option value="Czech Republic" > Czech Republic
<option value="Denmark" > Denmark
<option value="Djibouti" > Djibouti
<option value="Dominica" > Dominica
<option value="Dominican Republic" > Dom. Republic
<option value="Ecuador" > Ecuador
<option value="Egypt" > Egypt
<option value="El Salvador" > El Salvador
<option value="Equatorial Guinea" > Equatorial Guinea
<option value="Eritrea" > Eritrea
<option value="Estonia" > Estonia
<option value="Ethiopia" > Ethiopia
<option value="Fiji" > Fiji
<option value="Finland" > Finland
<option value="France" > France
<option value="Gabon" > Gabon
<option value="Gambia" > Gambia
<option value="Georgia" > Georgia
<option value="Germany" > Germany
<option value="Ghana" > Ghana
<option value="Gibraltar" > Gibraltar
<option value="Greece" > Greece
<option value="Guam" > Guam
<option value="Guatemala" > Guatemala
<option value="Guinea" > Guinea
<option value="Guinea-Bissau" > Guinea-Bissau
<option value="Guyana" > Guyana
<option value="Haiti" > Haiti
<option value="Honduras" > Honduras
<option value="Hong Kong" > Hong Kong
<option value="Hungary" > Hungary
<option value="Iceland" > Iceland
<option value="India" > India
<option value="Indonesia" > Indonesia
<option value="Iran" > Iran
<option value="Iraq" > Iraq
<option value="Ireland" > Ireland
<option value="Israel" > Israel
<option value="Italy" > Italy
<option value="Ivory Coast" > Ivory Coast
<option value="Jamaica" > Jamaica
<option value="Japan" > Japan
<option value="Jordan" > Jordan
<option value="Kazakhstan" > Kazakhstan
<option value="Kenya" > Kenya
<option value="Kuwait" > Kuwait
<option value="Laos" > Laos
<option value="Latvia" > Latvia
<option value="Lebanon" > Lebanon
<option value="Liberia" > Liberia
<option value="Libya" > Libya
<option value="Liechtenstein" > Liechtenstein
<option value="Lithuania" > Lithuania
<option value="Luxembourg" > Luxembourg
<option value="Macau" > Macau
<option value="Macedonia" > Macedonia
<option value="Madagascar" > Madagascar
<option value="Malawi" > Malawi
<option value="Malaysia" > Malaysia
<option value="Maldives" > Maldives
<option value="Mali" > Mali
<option value="Malta" > Malta
<option value="Mauritania" > Mauritania
<option value="Mauritius" > Mauritius
<option value="Mexico" > Mexico
<option value="Moldova" > Moldova
<option value="Monaco" > Monaco
<option value="Mongolia" > Mongolia
<option value="Morocco" > Morocco
<option value="Mozambique" > Mozambique
<option value="Namibia" > Namibia
<option value="Nepal" > Nepal
<option value="Netherlands" > Netherlands
<option value="New Zealand" > New Zealand
<option value="Nicaragua" > Nicaragua
<option value="Niger" > Niger
<option value="Nigeria" > Nigeria
<option value="North Korea" > North Korea
<option value="Norway" > Norway
<option value="Oman" > Oman
<option value="Pakistan" > Pakistan
<option value="Panama" > Panama
<option value="Paraguay" > Paraguay
<option value="Peru" > Peru
<option value="Philippines" > Philippines
<option value="Poland" > Poland
<option value="Portugal" > Portugal
<option value="Puerto Rico" > Puerto Rico
<option value="Qatar" > Qatar
<option value="Romania" > Romania
<option value="Russia" > Russia
<option value="Rwanda" > Rwanda
<option value="San Marino" > San Marino
<option value="Saudi Arabia" > Saudi Arabia
<option value="Senegal" > Senegal
<option value="Sierra Leone" > Sierra Leone
<option value="Singapore" > Singapore
<option value="Slovakia" > Slovakia
<option value="Slovenia" > Slovenia
<option value="Somalia" > Somalia
<option value="South Africa" > South Africa
<option value="South Korea" > South Korea
<option value="Spain" > Spain
<option value="Sri Lanka" > Sri Lanka
<option value="Sudan" > Sudan
<option value="Sweden" > Sweden
<option value="Switzerland" > Switzerland
<option value="Syria" > Syria
<option value="Taiwan" > Taiwan
<option value="Tanzania" > Tanzania
<option value="Thailand" > Thailand
<option value="Togo" > Togo
<option value="Trinidad" > Trinidad
<option value="Tunisia" > Tunisia
<option value="Turkey" > Turkey
<option value="Turkmenistan" > Turkmenistan
<option value="Uganda" > Uganda
<option value="Ukraine" > Ukraine
<option value="United Arab Emirates" > U.A.E.
<option value="United Kingdom" > United Kingdom
<option value="United States" > United States
<option value="Uruguay" > Uruguay
<option value="Venezuela" > Venezuela
<option value="Vietnam" > Vietnam
<option value="Yemen" > Yemen
<option value="Yugoslavia" > Yugoslavia
<option value="Zambia" > Zambia
<option value="Zimbabwe" > Zimbabwe
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Brave Tribe:
Pandle: E
Undy: C
Tanbo: B
Cutta-nah: E
Cutta-nah-nah: C
Slacka-slash: B
Mochismo: D
Minochi: D
Helmsman: D
Reuknight: A
Corptain: S
Blazion: C
Quaken: B
Siro: A
Chansin: C
Sheen: A
Snee: A
Gleam: S
Benkei: C
B3-NK1: B
Sushiyama: B
Kapunki: A
Beetler: B
Beetall: A
Cruncha: S
Zerberker: A
Snartle: S
Shogunyan: S
Brushido: E
Washogun: B
Lie-In: E
Lie-In Heart: A
Hissfit: E
Tublappa: D
Slicenrice: D
Flamurice: A
Mudmunch: C
Sgt Burly: A
Demuncher: S
Devourer: S
Machonyan: A
Hovernyan: B
Slumberhog: D
Snortlehog: B
Samureel: D
Time Keeler: B
Moximous N: B
Moximous K: B
Illuminoct: S
Sir Nyansalot: A
Momonyan: A
Bison Burly: S
Arachnevil: S
Sigh-Durr: E
Flippit: E
Brutle: S
Minimoto: D
Goofball: D
Slugger: B
Lappinitup: A
El Gutso: D
El Gutso Grande: A
BBQvil: C
Liarbird: C
Hot Air Buffoon: B
Shurikenny: S
Nunchucky: S
Camellia: S
Acenyan: A
Bishamonten: S
Columbakat: S
The Last Nyanmurai: S
Asura: S
Supernyan: A
Righteous Zazel: S
Rampajah: S
Moolinda: S
Neighthan: S
El Dorago: S
The Hinix: S
Mysterious Tribe:
Snotsolong: E
Duchoo: D
D'Wanna: E
N'More: C
Q'Wit: C
Wazzat: E
Dummkap: E
Lafalotta: D
Blips: C
Tattletell: D
Tattlecast: B
Skranny: C
Cupistol: D
Casanuva: A
Casanono: A
Signible: D
Signiton: A
Statiking: S
Mirapo: C
Mircle: A
Illoo: C
Alloo: C
Elloo: B
Espy: B
Infour: B
Tengu: S
Flengu: S
Kyubi: S
Frostai: S
Komashura: S
Brokenbrella: E
Pittapatt: E
Houzatt: B
Faysoff: D
So-Sorree: D
Bowminos: A
Smogling: D
Smogmella: A
Master Oden: A
Failian: C
Apelican: C
Miradox: A
Verygoodsir: B
Chymera: S
Kingmera: S
Snottle: D
Maginyan: A
Toadal Demon: S
Fuu 2: C
Zip Unlock: E
Slippup: E
Who-Me: E
Too-Much-Too-Take: A
Why Naant: E
Naandhi: A
Legsit: D
Chicken Chukket: D
Cornfused: D
Unsheltered: D
Lord Shrillington: C
House Partay: C
Skulleidoscope: C
Lionguist: C
Statikid: B
Professor Plumage: B
Throne Wiper: B
Imagenius: B
Miss Teri: B
Squandeer: A
Thurston: S
Agent Spect Hare: S
Snow Spect Hare: S
Hotei: S
T. Energison: S
Koma Star: S
Yogonalisten: C
Sarcophacurse: S
Shovulcan: A
Tough Tribe:
Dulluma: E
Darumacho: B
Goruma: B
Noway: E
Impass: B
Walldin: A
Roughraff: E
Badude: B
Bruff: A
Armsman: D
Blowkade: D
Ledballon: C
Fidgephant: D
Touphant: C
Mad Mountain: C
Lava Lord: B
Castelius III: C
Castelius II: B
Castelius I: A
Castelius Max: S
Rhinoggin: B
Rhinormous: A
Hornaplenty: S
Robonyan: A
Goldenyan: S
Dromp: A
Swosh: S
Gilgaros: S
Terrorpotta: E
Wotchagot: E
Pride Shrimp: B
No-Go Cart: E
Mistank: B
Mimikin: D
Enduriphant: A
Zappary: D
Frazzel: A
Swelton: C
Toadal Dude: S
Uber Geeko: S
Robonyan F: A
Sumodon: D
Yokozudon: B
Whateverist: D
Whatuption: B
Gargaros: S
Ogralos: S
Orcalos: S
Puppynyan: B
Kintaronyan: A
Kabuking: S
Oh Wheel: E
Blownhistoppa: B
Roughgraff: B
Chilled Cow Cao: E
Stircrazzy Stu: A
Nummskull: E
Skillskull: A
Oh Bah Gah: D
Speedemountain: D
Shipshape Sailor: D
Admirable Admiral: A
Sing Kong: C
Slippy: C
Repossessor: C
Mr Blockhead: C
Steaking: A
Showbonyan: A
The Jawsome Kid: S
El Sharkador: S
Silver Lining: S
Daikokuten: S
Platinos: S
Terminyanator: A
Judgebrick: B
Urnfulfilled: B
Sad to the Bone: A
Venoctobot: S
Kyubot: S
Ultimate Robonyan: S
King Deadward: S
Mumbles: A
Rawry: A
Charming Tribe:
Dazzabel: E
Rattelle: C
Skelebella: B
Cadin: E
Cadable: C
Singcada: B
Pupsicle: E
Chilhuahua: A
Swelterrier: S
Jibanyan: D
Baddinyan: B
Thornyan: B
Walkappa: D
Appak: A
Supyo: A
Komasan: D
Komane: A
Komajiro: D
Komiger: A
Baku: C
Whapir: C
Shmoopie: C
Pinkipoo: B
Pookivil: A
Frostina: B
Blizzaria: S
Damona: S
Sapphinyan: A
Emenyan: A
Rubinyan: A
Topanyan: A
Dianyan: A
Leggly: E
Jumbelina: D
Boyclops: D
Buchinyan: A
Bakulia: B
Drizzelda: C
Nekidspeed: C
Harry Barry: B
Faux Kappa: A
Tigappa: S
Master Nyada: S
Spoilerina: S
Melonyan: A
Oranyan: B
Kiwinyan: B
Grapenyan: B
Strawbnyan: B
Watermelnyan: A
Robokapp: A
Robokoma: A
Sailornyan: A
Wondernyan: B
Jetnyan: B
Jibakoma: A
Panja Pupil: D
Panja Pro: B
Rudy: C
Chimpanyan: B
Rubeus J: A
Hardy Hound: A
Blizzie: S
Twirly Pie: E
Petty-Cake: E
Hoppy-Go-Lucky: E
Buttered Blue: E
Punching Baguette: A
Unbelievaboy: E
Unbearaboy: S
Inflammaboy: S
Krystal Fox: D
Runsure: D
Kittylumbus: D
Zest-A-Minute: D
Cue-Tee: D
Demandi: B
Sinkeye: C
Slackoon: C
Puppiccino: C
Ballin: C
Tomnyan: B
Koma Knomads: B
Whirlweasel: A
Chocobonyan: A
Mooglenyan: A
Wobblenyan: A
Wibblekoma: A
Sushinyan: A
Tempurasan: A
Tenguriginal: S
Tengulightened: S
Originyan: E
King Jibanyan: A
Jackomasan: A
Komajiro Ten: A
Benzaiten: S
Princess Pearl: S
Molar Petite: D
Mee 2: B
Koalanyan: A
Eggcellency: S
Deadcool: S
Pandora: S
Gabby: S
Cymbalina: B
Cleopatra: S
Heartful Tribe:
Wantston: E
Grubsnitch: D
Wiglin: E
Steppa: E
Rhyth: D
Hungramps: D
Hungorge: B
Grainpa: B
Lodo: D
Chippa: C
Enerfly: D
Enefly: D
Betterfly: A
Peppillon: S
Happierre: C
Reversa: A
Reversette: A
Ol' Saint Trick: C
Ol' Fortune: C
Rollen: B
Dubbles: A
Papa Bolt: A
Uncle Infinite: S
Mama Aura: A
Auntie Heart: S
Elder Bloom: S
Kelpacabana: C
Tongus: E
Nurse Tongus: B
Sandmeh: E
Mister Sandmeh: B
Pallysol: E
Scarasol: A
Supoor Hero: A
Gnomey: D
High Gnomey: A
Predictabull: D
Smashibull: S
Don Chan: C
Ray O'Light: C
Kyryn: S
Unikirin: S
Robogramps: B
Happycane: D
Starrycane: B
Pheasanyan: B
Seaweed Sensei: C
Odysseynyan: A
Bumblejack: E
In Tune: E
Supersize G: B
Lil Blue Hood: E
Bubble Beth: A
Afronaut: D
Cereal Spiller: D
Tomorrow Gal: D
Swaycorn: D
Pushpup: D
Ponderoo: C
Tongue Twister: C
Lazy Sundae: C
Got It Maid: C
Greengramps: C
Right Brothers: C
Tattlecakes: C
Fundango: B
Pearly White: B
Ghostess: A
Double Time: S
Sonic Bam: S
Starwin: S
Flash T. Cash: S
Sweattuce: C
Mr. Blue Shy: C
Amplify: A
Ulteria: A
Fukurokuju: S
Comic Genieus: S
Alpina: A
Nyanses II: A
Shady Tribe:
Leadoni: E
Mynimo: D
Ake: E
Payn: C
Agon: B
Negatibuzz: E
Moskevil: C
Skritchy: A
Dimmy: E
Blandon: C
Nul: A
Suspicioni: D
Tantroni: D
Contrarioni: B
Hidabat: D
Abodabat: A
Belfree: A
Tengloom: C
Nird: B
Negasus: A
Neighfarious: A
Timidevil: A
Beelzebold: S
Count Cavity: S
Greesel: S
Awevil: S
Wydeawake: E
Allnyta: B
Herbiboy: E
Carniboy: B
Yoink: D
Gimme: A
K'mon-K'mon: C
Yoodooit: C
Count Zapaway: C
Tyrat: C
Snobetty: B
Slimamander: B
Dracunyan: B
Eyesoar: A
Eyellure: S
Wobblewok: S
Poofessor: S
Grumpus Khan: D
Groupus Khan: B
Darkyubi: S
Usapyon: B
Gutsy Bones: A
Neggplant: E
Snitchin: E
Messyrai: E
Treetter: E
Retreeter: B
Salty Bacon: D
Indexter: D
Hack KIng: D
Disliking: C
Crook-a-Doodle: C
Rocky Badboya: C
Injurnalist: C
Master Typoo: C
Lil Kappa: B
Horizontail: B
Dr. E. Raser: S
Dr. Nocturne: S
Tut'n'K'mon: A
Queen Usapyon: A
My-Baaad: C
Sunk'n Soul: C
Crummy Mummy: B
Kaped Komander: A
Tofupyon: A
Ed Zoff: S
Gorgeous Ambition: S
Hinozall: S
Zazel: S
Jurojin: S
Bastnetnyan: S
Teducator: S
Hinozall Awoken: S
Letsbifrenz: A
Lunie: S
Eerie Tribe:
Coughkoff: E
Hurchin: D
Peckpocket: E
Rockabelly: D
Buhu: E
Flumpy: C
Skreek: A
Manjimutt: E
Multimutt: B
Sir Berus: A
Droplette: E
Drizzle: B
Slush: E
Alhail: B
Gush: E
Chatalie: D
Nagatha: C
Dismarelda: D
Cheeksqueek: C
Cuttincheez: A
Compunzer: A
Lamedian: A
Grumbles: B
Everfore: S
Eterna: S
Insomni: S
Sandi: S
Dandoodle: S
Robbinyu: B
Squeeky: E
Rawry: B
Furgus: E
Furdinand: A
Nosirs: D
Papa Windbag: C
Ben Tover: C
Toiletta: C
Foiletta: A
Sproink: B
Arachnus: S
Arachnia: S
Robomutt: B
Darknyan: A
Danke Sand: D
Nosandkyu: B
Drenchetta: C
Tie-Red: E
Love-Torn: E
Shakey: E
Quagmira: E
Pergushin: E
Percrushionists: A
Grubbles: D
Nervous Rex: D
Rinsin Repete: D
Soloman: C
Rhumbastiltskin: C
Slax: C
Shedwin: B
Glumdango: B
Spewart: B
Decidevible: A
Hairum Scarum: A
Oridjinn: S
Horridjinn: S
Little Charmer: S
Re-Q-Perate: S
Procrastinocchio: C
Treasure Pest: C
J. Ne-Sais-Quoi: S
Komanubis: S
Gentlemutt: S
Wack o' Lanturn: B
Zomboy: A
Slippery Tribe:
Noko: E
Bloominoko: A
Pandanoko: A
Heheheel: D
Croonger: C
Urnaconda: C
Fishpicable: D
Rageon: B
Tunatic: A
Draggie: D
Dragon Lord: S
Azure Dragon: S
Daiz: C
Confuze: B
Chummer: C
Shrook: B
Spenp: C
Almi: B
Babblong: C
Bananose: A
Copperled: B
Cynake: B
Slitheref: A
Venoct: S
Shadow Venoct: S
Cricky: E
Snaggly: E
Whinona: A
Flushback: D
Vacuumory: A
Irewig: D
Firewig: A
Mermaidyn: D
Mermadonna: S
Mermother: S
Lady Longnek: C
Draagin: B
SV Snaggerjag: B
Slurpent: S
Robonoko: B
Robodraggie: B
Takoyakid: D
Takoyaking: B
Whisper: C
Whispocrates: C
Starry Noko: B
Humtea Jumtea: E
Snailspace: E
Putasockinit: E
Snidwinder: B
OMGator: D
Nautaloss: D
Shellebrity: D
T-Wrecks: D
D-Stroy: S
Clodzilla: S
Snippity Cricket: C
Flocktopus: C
Bitter Batter: C
Cocobanana: A
Ooze Zat: B
Mython: A
Frogetmenot: S
Josper: A
Ebisu: S
City Licker: S
Whyvern King: S
The Boracle: S
Big Fish: S
Indiana Jaws: A
Fitwit: S
Wicked Tribe:
Unfairy: S
Unkaind: S
Unkeen: S
Unpleasant: S
Untidy: S
Grublappa: C
Madmunch: B
Badsmella: A
Mad Kappa: A
Shamasol: D
Gnomine: C
Defectabull: C
Feargus: D
Scaremaiden: C
Wrongnek: B
Enma Tribe:
Lord Enma: S
Ancient Enma: S
Lord Enma Awoken: S
Solar Enma: S
Infinite Enma: S
Umbral Enma: S
Wandroid Tribe:Sighborg Y: B
| STORY |
The growth of tobacco, rice, and indigo and the plantation economy created a tremendous need for labor in Southern English America. Without the aid of modern machinery, human sweat and blood was necessary for the planting, cultivation, and harvesting of these cash crops. While slaves existed in the English colonies throughout the 1600s, indentured servitude was the method of choice employed by many planters before the 1680s. This system provided incentives for both the master and servant to increase the working population of the Chesapeake colonies.
Virginia and Maryland operated under what was known as the "headright system." The leaders of each colony knew that labor was essential for economic survival, so they provided incentives for planters to import workers. For each laborer brought across the Atlantic, the master was rewarded with 50 acres of land. This system was used by wealthy plantation aristocrats to increase their land holdings dramatically. In addition, of course, they received the services of the workers for the duration of the indenture.
This system seemed to benefit the servant as well. Each indentured servant would have their fare across the Atlantic paid in full by their master. A contract was written that stipulated the length of service — typically five years. The servant would be supplied room and board while working in the master's fields. Upon completion of the contract, the servant would receive "freedom dues," a pre-arranged termination bonus. This might include land, money, a gun, clothes or food. On the surface it seemed like a terrific way for the luckless English poor to make their way to prosperity in a new land. Beneath the surface, this was not often the case.
Only about 40 percent of indentured servants lived to complete the terms of their contracts. Female servants were often the subject of harassment from their masters. A woman who became pregnant while a servant often had years tacked on to the end of her service time. Early in the century, some servants were able to gain their own land as free men. But by 1660, much of the best land was claimed by the large land owners. The former servants were pushed westward, where the mountainous land was less arable and the threat from Indians constant. A class of angry, impoverished pioneer farmers began to emerge as the 1600s grew old. After Bacon's Rebellion in 1676, planters began to prefer permanent African slavery to the headright system that had previously enabled them to prosper. | EDUCATION |
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Sanscest Oneshots, any requests taken!
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Any ships are taken except with brothers: e.g. Dream x nightmare, sans x papyrus.
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I LOVE Nightmare angst, btw I couldn't find a credit source for this one, please let me know readers if you know, and please people who are using images from other people credit them.. ;( | STORY |
(F tf multiple bovine-human hybrid forms, BE, Lactation)
RHE is an organisation not many will recognize the name of. Founded by a great sorceress simple known as 'Moth', it was designed originally to do experiments on humans to hybridize them using transformative magics. When Moth left the organisation to be autonomous; it settled into a role providing easily digested food for the less fortunate. Using various mammalian traits and inducing a state of constant lactation, they created and shipped out specialized milk around the world. They outsourced materials and equipment from multiple countries and the RHE base of operations is a remote, privately owned island, so they remain mostly hidden.
With many homes on the island now, it had formed a community of various odd half-humans. Busty women sporting large breasts, multiple breasts, udders, or all of the above. Few forms overlapped one another because RHE was always testing new transformations and improving existing ones. Most of the island was a valley, but the north end raised up into gentle foothills, and then steep hillsides and cliffs surrounded the outer edge of the island, hiding its contents from ships that may pass it on chance. The RHE facilities were on the elevated north end, while the homes of all the happy test subjects are down in the valley, connected across the grassy plains by shale stone paths.
Dr. Julie Hedgewall clinked the nail of her index against some old vials, watching the contents carefully to see their consistency as they sloshed in their glass prisons. "A lot of these are really old, shouldn't we throw them away? Don't they expire?"
Morgan LaFey shook her head. She was sitting at a desk, using her feet to kick herself in circles on her rotating chair as she read over notes on an enchanted onyx slate. "Tinctures. If they were potions they would eventually fizzle out and be basically benign; you might get a tummy ache from drinking it but that is about it. Tonics will absolutely make you sick if you let them expire, but they do last for a decent period of time. Tinctures however are almost entirely magic based- they remain in stasis permanently. Unless you exposed them to a mana vacuum that drew the mana they are charged with out of them- they will never expire."
Julie has been working with RHE for some time now, but she handled the research end, so she usually only seen test subjects from pictures taken by other staff. Morgan on the other hand frequently checked up on the subjects personally and did a lot of the leg work, administrating chemical doses to new subjects and she was the first responder if anything ever went wrong. Morgan knew enough that she was not lost on the language of the researchers, but she was more of a traditional doctor- she is a trained healer.
Julie had a mane of huge golden curls she always kept tied back, but the curls were so voluminous that the ponytail fanned out into more of a huge ball on her upper back. The arms of her round glasses were linked together by a fine steel chain, and the lenses were so thick it was almost like having magnifying glasses strapped to her face. If anyone else attempted to look through them they wouldn't be able to see anything- Julie couldn't see anything without them. Her eyes were a beautiful cyan, but if you looked at them closely her pupils had a bit of forest green around them where the blue pigment was not layered. She was quite petite and her breasts only a B cup you could not actually see at all through the too-big lab coat she had draped over her shoulders. Her voice was soft and dry sounding, making her hard to hear sometimes.
RHE had not gotten any new volunteers in some time and were not being proactive in their searching either, because there output was already where they wanted it. This however gave the research end of the staff very little to do. Julie got the idea in her head that she would retire from the researcher role and become one of her own experiments- joining the test subjects to live in their busty paradise. The vials she looked through are old ones created during or shortly after Moth left RHE. The racks were long and narrow, sliding out of the wall. Each vial had a tiny metal disk in the top and bottom, and the rack itself was magnetic, causing the vials to float between the two metal rods that made up the rack- so nothing was physically touching the vials to disturb them, they were suspended in a magnetic field. Julie did not want to take just any old potion, because she already knew first hand the results of their own research. She was looking through Moth's abandoned projects in hopes of seeing a line of thought they had not yet followed. She stopped when he prodded a vial idly and seen its color change. She tapped it again and seen the change of color was not settled material re-mixing, but the liquid itself was reacting to her touch. Her contact was changing its color. She spun it around to look at the label.
"Gummy? Like the candy?"
Morgan hummed in thought and used her slate to look up records of the 'gummy' vial. "It was developed by Moth herself, its neural-reactive. It translates signals from your neurons into instructions for your composite genes while keeping your stored DNA as a base sample, intact."
"So... it allows you change at will? Wait! Does that mean you can turn back to a normal human?!"
Morgan shrugged. "Yes? In theory. No one knows- that tincture was never actually tested. That is why its with the rest of those archived potables. It also isn't even transformative on its own, the tincture was for the medium, you would also need an extract for the desired animal traits for it to pull from. I guess that is why it was given the name gummy- it makes your form more malleable, like a gummy." Julie smiled and pulled the vial out of the magnetic field. "W-wait, you are going to use that one? On yourself?"
Julie nodded. "It is sorted under finished tinctures, so it was complete, just untested. Moth was a brilliant mind, I trust her. Research is all about trying new things anyway. Failing often tells us just as much as succeeding."
"But, its your body we would be gambling."
Julie paused at that, her mind going to old memories, but she did not want to bring up old scars again. "Everything has its cost."
A week had passed since then, and now Dr.Hedgewall found herself moving into the valley, as subject 100; as a result she was immediately given the nickname Cent. She finished her formula and injected herself with it as she slipped into her new home. Being the most recent, her home was the furthest out so she had to be careful to avoid everyone else swarming her. Julie would introduce herself to them eventually, but, hopefully one at a time. All of her things had already been moved in so the boxes were stacked up in the middle of the living room for her to start unloading. The house already had bluetooth speakers set up around it, so she just placed her phone on the counter in the kitchen and streamed music through the house as she twirled around and did a little dance as she pulled out and placed items. Julie did not even notice since she was so busy concentrating on where to place items and visualizing her home's setup- whenever she stepped too far from a speaker her ears stretched a bit and developed muscle in their base to allow them to pivot. Little by little after an hour of wandering back and forth around the house she had leaf shaped cow ears! They automatically turned to track sound, allowing her to hear her music from further away. Julie finally noticed when her glasses slid off her face when she bent down to pick something up- because her ears were pulled forward, so the crook of the arms on her glasses did not catch on them.
Julie scurried to the bathroom to use the mirror and examine her ears. "Fully bovine, but only my ears and nothing else? Out of any traits you would assume I would get increased bust first, since it is the only thing consistent across all test subjects..." She leaned closer to the mirror while rubbing her fingers on her ears when she was hit with a feeling so suddenly she nearly bowed forward and cracked her head on the mirror. "Ahaaah~ never mind. Spoke too soon..."
She leaned back and thrust her chest out a bit, looking down at it. She could feel warmth and a strange subdued pleasure in her chest. Her breasts were developing so fast internally that it almost felt like they were growing inverted into her chest, but it was just materials and fat mass building up. Her nipples were forced to full erection, and her breasts started to rise up like dough in an oven. A tingle shot down her spine though and caused Julie to arch her back even steeper as her tail bone started to extend and develop an actual tail at the same time. She groaned from stimulus overload and wedged a thumb under the waist of her pants to pull it down enough in the back to make sure the tail did not get trapped as it formed. Her finger joints clicked though, feeling tremendously stiff all of a sudden. Before she could bring her hands up to examine them her feet started to stretch, causing her balance to be forced to the front of her feet, causing her to topple forward and need to catch herself on the sink. By the time she glanced in the mirror her lips had turned from red to pink and the coloration was advancing up to her nose! A concentrated pressure popped in her forehead and two drops of blood traced lines down either side of her face as small horns broke the surface!
"Haah! Oh-hoh... Gods. Whyyy~ah. Why all of a sudden everything at once?!"
The fabric of her shirt started to stretch out as her breasts swelled bigger and rounder. The fabric was pulled so firmly over them that her nipples and even the faint outline of her areola were visible through the fabric. The underside of her breasts became more and more exposed as the fabric struggled to cover her. A long narrow tail lashed around behind her but lacked a tassel or any fur covering yet, and her hands and feet were an orchestra of clicks and snaps as they compressed and stretched into cloven hooves! Julie's brain was buzzing with all the feelings and changes going on all at once! She did not even realize when she moaned it was more of a moo. Her shoulders rotated forward more, and her hips popped loudly expanding and becoming boxy in form. Her face started to stretch out, causing her to moo several more times, each time progressively deeper. Her neck thickened and with especially hollow pops her rib cage expanded greatly, causing her shirt to tear in the back, getting flung into the sink by her now massive breasts! Julie tried to get up off the sink but could not, and only managed to slide off onto the floor- her limbs were locked in a four legged stance! She looked up and seen the cupboard below the sink slowly get lower- her entire body growing in size now! It was so hard to think! So many feelings! Julie's mind went blank- she could not remember anything else from that day.
When Julie woke up she was in the living room, topless. Her sweat pants were very loose on her from being stretched out by the rump of a cow! She frantically looked herself over but she seemed completely human! She had somehow temporarily become a full cow... except instead of an udder she had huge boobs on her chest? What an odd change.
Julie started to change into a different outfit. "What triggered the change though? It all seemed to come on at random. And then apparently reverted when I was unconscious?"
After getting dressed again she seen it was night, wandering over to a window to look out at the grassy fields tinted blue under the moonlight. She could hear music playing a distance away, and seen shadows of people around a pool. They were having a bit of a night party. Some of the women were real night owls. Julie decided to slip out and check out the party. She had just come to, so she was wide awake now, and there would be less people around at night than day- maybe no one will even notice she is the new girl on the block. There was one male hybrid- subject 66. He was in charge of tending to a portion of the bigger female population- giving them sexual stimulus to induce lactation without them ever actually being pregnant. He obviously wasn't bending them over outdoors by a public pool- it seems 66 was acting as a sort of bodyguard or escort for the ladies to make sure they did not get too rowdy in the night. There was multiple public pools for each group of homes because everyone liked to get in and cool off in them, though depending on how their bodies were modified; some sink rather than swim. Julie spotted several women around a platter of crackers, stacked with cheese and skewered together with a green olive on top. They were making a game of trying to guess which cheeses were from the outside from actual animals and which were made with milk from women on this island. Julie smirked to herself as she approached- that was easy, whichever cheese was the sweetest came from RHE island. Humans consume much more sugar than any barn animal so their milk is unusually sweet; that would carry over to any products created from the milk.
Another woman clapped a hand to Julie's shoulder from behind before she got to the platter though. "Oh my gosh! Are you new?!"
Julie winced, having been caught so quickly and turned to see a tiny sprite of a woman standing on the chair she had been sitting on- because she could not have reached Julie's shoulder if she were standing on the ground. Standing only four feet tall was a sheep hybrid woman! Her legs ended in tiny little cloven hooves, but her hands were fully human still. She wore a loose t shirt that was starting to go thread-bare at the bottom from constant use, but she did not wear anything on her lower body because her endowments prevented it. She had an almost entirely glossy black udder with two segments and two teats- but there was a single pink spot on the udder that encompassed her left teat. Compared to her body, her udder was giant. Sheep have small limbs so the teats of their udders face outward toward the sides rather than straight down- so their young can access them without trying to wedge their head under their parent. Each segment of this woman's udder was about the size of a watermelon, so as it flopped over in front of her legs, the udder eclipsed her limbs down to the kneecaps! It was also very taught and elastic though, so it likely did not hinder her locomotion. Under her shirt her chest had no visible breasts- though there was still a disk of fat there if you were to feel for breasts. Her areola and nipple were almost the same color as her skin so almost invisible as well, though still present. Her most immediately notable feature though was her head. Her pupils were horizontal rectangles and her hair was cream colored and wildly curly, forming a huge Afro on her head. Her hair was contained and pushed back a bit by her gigantic curled horns on either side of her head. The size of her horns made Julie wonder if her neck structure had been modified too- because their weight may give her neck problems in the long term. Her skin was mocha toned, so Julie guessed she was Philippian.
"New HERE, yes. I already sort of have a good idea where everything is though."
The little woman leaned closer, causing the chair she stood on to rock dangerously. "Oooh, you are so new none of your changes have taken yet." The chair tipped and fell forward. "WAH!" The small woman fell face-first into Julie's boobs!
Julie half-caught her and eased her onto the ground while the subject 66 just shook his head. Julie brushed one of her horns when pulling her arms back. "You are a bit top-heavy."
She slapped her udder with a loud *plap*. "I have plenty of weight down low too!"
Julie smiled at her confidence. "But it only anchors you if you stand upright, as soon as you bend over you'll be pulled over. What is your designation number?"
The woman's smile faded a moment in a look of confusion. "Oh, uh... 24. Women do not usually use numbers though, its only for the boys."
Julie jumped slightly as she heard 66's voice directly behind her, as he stood uncomfortably close. "Yes, Dr. Hedgewall. You of all people should know that."
Julie turned to face him, though she had to take two steps back and still had to look up to meet his face. Standing seven feet tall, 66 was a behemoth of a man. His torso wore his giant muscles like armor plates. He had two sets of pectoral muscles, shoulders and arms. His arms each ended in cloven hooves- though with four of them together he could still hold things pinched between them. His upper body bones and muscle structure was semi-bovine so when his arms relaxed they did not hang completely down, but also a bit forward like a quadruped. His head had giant bull horns that curved straight forward from his temples. His lower body looked mostly human, but as Julie created his transformative agent; she knew that was not true. Behind his heavy leather loincloth was a large hairless sheath containing a bovine phallus. And even more peculiarly, below that was not one but three scrotum, each containing two testicles- so he had six balls total, when he thrust his three sets of balls swing individually, gently slapping together like a lewd Newton's cradle. The only other thing on him that was off-human was his bovine ears, and the bridge of his nose was very wide, giving a slightly bovine shape to it.
"That is Cent to you, 66."
He cocked an eyebrow. "As in, a penny?"
Julie rolled her eyes. "A penny is called a cent because it is 1/100th of a dollar. Cent means 100, but its easier to say than 100." She placed her fingers on his rock solid abs and nudged him back. "Anyway, we can talk some other time 66, we were having a conversation, its rude to interrupt."
66 gave a very bovine sounding snort as he jet hot air from his larger nostrils and wandered away.
24 leaned forward a bit again toward Julie. "My real name is Suzy. So... you already know 66?"
"S-sort of."
"Oh! come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends~!" Suzy grabbed Julie by the hand and trotted over to another test subject.
Test subject 11, Esther. An older woman now, she was still quite pretty. She had the legs and all four hooves of a cow, but her arms and torso were still human structured. She had the tail, ears, and little stump horns of a cow, and her face was a partial cow muzzle- not nearly as long as an actual cow because her skull did not change structure to accommodate that much. She had fur but only on the strictly cow parts- and the white and black splotches advanced further over her body than the fur, but still not enveloping the torso. Her breasts were more pink than normal human skin, and they were also too large to carry. Her bones were enhanced to bovine built while keeping a human structure, giving her the strength of muscle and frame alike to lift her breasts, but because of balancing issues she could only heave them up a moment at a time. Each one was nearly the size of two beanbag chairs stacked together. Even with their bottoms gently resting on the grass, the breasts were almost as tall as Esther is, allowing her to lean forward and fully rest on them while still standing.
Suzy went to introduce them, and Julie just timidly waved back. "Where is Jacob?"
Esther was surprised she knew of her husband. "Oh, he went for a hike in the hills. He isn't much for social gatherings, heh."
Suzy tilted her head. "You know Esther and Jacob?"
"N-no. I know of them, but we have never met." She rubbed her temples, feeling two numb spots where the blood had drained out- she was getting horns again. "My real name is Julie Hedgewall, I am- er, I was one of the RHE researchers. I develop new iterations of the transformation tinctures, so I know of a lot of the test subjects."
Suzy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Reaaally? So you know a lot of people already?"
"W-well, no. I know about them and especially their transformations, but I only worked on development, not administering any of it- so I have never actually seen the subjects in person." She flinched as she felt the bone of her skull expanding forward. The spots it grew out from numbed so she could not feel it lance the flesh.
Suzy pointed them out and watched then grow intently. Julie felt really awkward being watched transform- more so because she could not see this change herself since it was above her line of sight. She reached up with her hands to gently hold the base of the horns, feeling the hard material slide past her grip as they grew steadily longer. They exceeded the size of any normal cow's horns, and started to grow a bit too big even for a bull. They grew forward but then arched back and kept arching forming almost full huge circles before they finally stopped. Julie huffed with a bit of a nervous smile, bobbing her head to emphasize how heavy they were.
Suzy tilted her head. "Are you part sheep too? They almost look like cow horns, but trying to be shaped like my sheep horns?"
"Oh! That is it 24, er, I mean Suzy! You figured it out."
"Huh?"
"My tincture was experimental, and is supposed to be triggered by my mind. I haven't really figured it out yet, but it must have been triggered by me looking at your horns and wondering what it would be like to have them."
"But... they are still bovine, just shaped and sized different."
"Well the tincture can only pull from a pool of traits from the available genomes inside of me. I only have bovine and human."
The two wandered around the party; Julie remained mostly quiet while the energetic Suzy talked her ear off about essentially nothing- she had a short attention span so her topics wandered frequently. Julie tried not to laugh at her- several times when she got really energetic talking about something or broke out laughing, she made a sound very much like the bleating of a sheep and cut herself off. Suzy seemed to be a common link between many of the test subjects in this area of the community. She introduced Julie to two subjects even Julie was unfamiliar with. One was the hulking subject 68, Ariadne. Her form was almost that of a Minotaur of mythology. She was built of lean but tight muscle, with particularly impressive abs. Her chest had two huge pink breasts, and then two smaller ones at least two cup sizes lower than the top ones. On her upper crotch was four small pink nipples like an udder had attempted to grow and failed. Her legs were bovine but longer to accommodate her human posture- her anus, vulva and tail were all bovine but her hips still human shaped to allow her to walk on two. Her neck was bovine and she had long dewlaps hanging from its underside. On her head she had cow ears, bull horns, and her lips and nose were a soft grey color and cool and moist. The bridge of her nose expanded, giving her a bovine looking face, though she lacked an actual muzzle of any sort. Ariadne's black hair was a bit dry and frayed at the ends, making it look bushy, but she was still quite beautiful.
Julie's own bust was starting to change as she shadowed Suzy in the party. The area was illuminated only by tiki torches so no one else was keeping a close enough eye on them to notice, though Suzy and Julie noticed the changes. Her breasts blushed pink and swelled up, gently and slowly, giving a pleasant tingle of pleasure. Her nipples felt almost mildly itchy after a while though, which was annoying because she did not want to be caught scratching her boob. Julie was curious as to what was happening to them because they did not appear to be getting bigger, but something must be happening. It happened when she sat in a plastic chair set up by a poolside table- sitting down shook her enlarged boobs enough to finish the latest change off! Julie let out a shrill cry and cut herself off, cupping a hand to her mouth. Her nipples yanked in half and were immediately divided by breast fat that had built up behind them- but that caused all four nipples to rake quickly across the front of her shirt in four different directions, sending a sharp spike of pleasure into her unexpectedly!
Suzy was again wide-eyed in awe. "So... you can't stop changing, huh?"
Julie tried to slow her breathing, cupping a hand over the front of her breasts through the shirt and feeling a nipple bordering either side of each hand. "Well, I change when... oh. I see what you are saying. Actually I hadn't thought about that..."
Suzy nodded slowly. "If your transformation is tied to your thoughts, you will always be changing, because you are always thinking."
"Oh!" She snapped her fingers. "That is why I reverted from the changes earlier today! I fell asleep- the magic doesn't respond to unconscious thoughts or it would be utter chaos, and my conscious thoughts stopped because I was asleep."
Suzy leaned forward and rest her chin on the table, starting to run out of steam herself since it was around three in the morning. "So... why did you do it? Why is one of the researchers here as a test subject? Maple did that too, about two years ago."
Julie leaned back and then forward- deliberately catching the edge of the table between her sets of nipples to squish in her breasts without making it obvious. "Well I can't speak for Dr. Augustine but personally I did it as a sort of last experiment. Things were really slow in RHE lately. We aren't looking for more test subjects, and everything on the research end was basically done already. We sort of advanced ourselves into a corner. So it was looking like we would have to find another job or retire soon. I am too young for an official retirement so... I mean, nice little paradise island right here. So I took a tincture no one understood fully as a last experiment and settled in down here." Julie narrowed her eyes trying to see better in the dark, as another woman nearly fell backwards out of her chair- getting caught by someone because she was too drunk to balance herself. "Who is that?"
Suzy turned around to follow her line of sight. That was test subject 93, Beryl, known for drinking often at these sort of gatherings and getting into giggling fits when she is drunk. Her head and most of her torso looked entirely untouched human. Both her entire front and rear limbs looked like slightly modified bovine though- which meant she had no hands to hold anything with. To drink she needs to cup the bottle between hoof segments of both front limbs. Her hips had become a halfway split between human and cow, so the bone was dense and large, and slightly box shape- but she could still stand upright and still had the round butt cheeks of a human. Her spinal chord got thick suddenly toward the bottom which gave the small of her back a mean curve to it. Her limbs were a bit longer than an actual cow, so she was quite tall as a result, because the elevated ankles in addition to humanoid length legs made her about six and a half feet tall- though also quite narrow for that height because most of her frame was still that of a normal human woman. Her human breasts were not especially large... at least in comparison to everyone around her. Her bust looked about a DD cup, but her pale powder brown areola had swollen outward at a much faster rate than the breasts they crowned, stretching out so far that their curvature equalized with her nipples, forming fat cones off the front of her breasts. They looked like goat teats- except they were still differently colored than the breasts they sat on, and they were still breasts, not an udder. She did have an actual udder though, growing from her upper crotch was a cow udder. Having far protruding endowments on both upper and lower body however also prevented Beryl from wearing any clothing- nothing would fit properly without rubbing irritatingly on her many sensitive bits.
Her udder looked to be as large as a fully endowed Holstein, which would explain why all four of her limbs were changed- that udder needed sturdy supports to be able to lift. The fat milk veins that textured its surface trailed off quickly onto her human torso, and were about the thickness of a thumb. Because her hips were not fully bovine, the udder trailed off almost immediately by her vulva. Julie blushed a bit thinking about how that must feel. When her udder rocks, her pussy would feel it because the flesh from one trailed onto the other. Beryl also had an unusually long tail, though still bovine in form, it was about three feet long and the tassel on the end was quite bushy as well. Her hair was two-toned, growing silvery grey toward the sides but black at the top, causing the outer layer of her hair to be black but the under-layer to be grey. This matched her odd coloration on the rest of her body. Though devoid of fur, her body had the splotches of a cow- black on her pale peach toned skin, but the black spots had a solid rim of blue-grey. The coloration also helped emphasize Beryl had extremely rare eyes. Not only did she have heterochromia, causing her iris to be mismatched- but both iris were very rare colors! The only black spot she had on the skin of her head was directly over her left eye, highlighting the fact it was mismatched to the other eye. One was a pastel purple, the other a slightly green tinted blue like the ocean shallows. Julie smiled realizing that is probably why her parents named her Beryl. One eye is the color of Aquamarine, the other is Morganite- both types of beryl crystals.
Suzy yawned. "Careful if you plan to talk to her, Beryl can get reclusive if you try to push her. She is sort of like a deer, you have to let her come to you. I think I am going to turn in for the night though. It was really fun meeting! Hope we can hang out lots!"
Julie smiled. "I look forward to it, goodnight Suzy."
Suzy slid off her chair, pausing with a huff from her udder jostling about from he impact before quietly trotting off to her home not too far away. Julie quietly made her way over to Beryl, very curious about her transformation. Beryl was not one of the tinctures Julie worked on, and she was trying to decipher the design choice of removing her hands. Esther did not have hands either, but she was subject 11- a very old subject in terms of advancements on tincture iterations. Beryl is 93, very recent. They had already developed hoof-hand hybrid forms by then, so why give her just regular old hooves? Even as she made her way over, Julie had to squirm the back of her pants down a bit to let a tail out. She immediately liked the look of Beryl's overly long bovine tail and was now growing her own! Julie smiled as she looked around at it and guided its growth out over her pants with one hand loosely cupping it. On one hand, she loved that she could potentially change however she wanted, whenever she wanted. On the other hand, she was not sure she had any control over it nor the ability to stop. It happened on its own as soon as she thought about it, and she can't not think. The other subjects settle in to their new forms and adjust their lives accordingly... but Julie can't. She is incapable of getting used to her new self, if she has a new self every couple of minutes! There was still a lot of things she was yet to understand about the prototype tincture though, so as a former researcher; Julie remained cautiously optimistic.
"Hey there, I am subj- er, Julie. The new girl on the block." Julie plopped down in the chair beside Beryl who was otherwise alone.
Beryl looked at her then suddenly clapped her hooves on the table and ground as if trying to catch herself. She never actually lost her balance in the first place- she must be so drunk that turning her head made her think she was falling. "Oh, hehehe, gosh. Heh. You uh... caught me at quite a time. Party and everything. I am not normally like... uh, like this. I mean. Drunk, not part cow. I am definitely always part cow. Moooo~ hehe." Her voice was not nearly deep enough to have any bovine traits to it- she made the lowing in jest.
"So I see. Why were you given hooves for hands though? Did you pick out your form, or did the researchers sort of just tell you?"
"I don't walk so good like a people because I am too forward. Or, no, it has nothing to do with how forward I am, I am actually kinda shy, I mean." She motioned forward with her hooves several times.
"Your center of gravity."
"YEA! I can stand upright but when I try to walk I usually just flop over. If I had hands, it would hurt to walk on all fours, so."
"But, they can do hoof hand hybrids now. All subjects 85 or after had access to them."
"Oh, well that is just because I told them to lean more... animal."
Beryl immediately looked rather distant and Julie remembered what Suzy told her, and knew she had followed this conversation topic to its end. Pushing any further without letting Beryl bring it up herself would only drive her off. Once Beryl noticed she also had a super long cow tail she coiled tails with Julie like an odd handshake. Julie felt it was easier to talk to Beryl than most because she was already drunk- there was less consequences because the odds of offending her were slim. Beryl started to nod off while sitting up still so Julie offered to walk her home. When they stood up she noticed that they had both grown a bit while sitting! Julie's breasts were the same enlarged size but now her shirt was stretched even further forward by the expansion of her nipples into proper teats, and then large fat teats. Her areola got very swollen looking too, so that change was likely induced from looking at Beryl's goat-like teats on her human breasts. Julie was wearing a top unlike Beryl though, so the teats were jammed into the front and bent sideways a bit, unable to fit. Beryl's udder also looked bigger, and especially her teats had both engorged fatter, but also had gotten unusually long! Another curiosity Julie wanted to figure out. It would be normal for the teats to get fatter as the milk reservoir filled, but not longer. When Beryl tried to open her door, her hooves slipped and she bopped her head on the door instead. Julie was having a hard time not laughing at the clumsy bovine woman. She helped Beryl into her home and to her bed, but Beryl was so tired and drunk she practically just fell forward, unintentionally pinning Julie down to her bed under her!
Beryl cooed softly as her teats compressed into Julie's through her shirt, and immediately made it wet as the compression forced milk out. "Oooh, so... soft~ your boobies are even boobier than mine, hehe."
Beryl fell asleep almost instantly, slumping off to the side more. When Julie went to slip out from under her though, she grabbed onto Julie and softly pulled her in like grasping for a teddie bear. Julie was a bit nervous, not sure what to do in this situation, but she was tired too... so she decided to just stay here. Cuddled up with Beryl, Julie just fell asleep at her house. Not at all something Julie would have ever considered doing in the past, but it was very late, and it had been a weird day.
Julie woke up first the next day, once again finding herself fully human again. She was both shocked and a little aroused when she went to move and realized her legs were partially pinned in place! Beryl was no longer cradling her, but her udder had grown considerably and took up the space between Julie's legs and softly pinned them down! One of her long teats was wedged up against Julie's crotch, pressing on her pussy through her pants! The udder must have been modified with an elasticity gene, allowing it to increase its size and storage capacity greatly, then shrink back when emptied. Beads of white already dotted the surface of the teats though- even with her expanded capacity she was overloaded. Julie was not sure if her disgruntled groans in her sleep were from Julie trying to squirm out from under the giant milk bag or from irritation at her being overfull... or both. She swatted Julie in the face with her long tail as she finally shimmied out from under Beryl- that was definitely on purpose. While asleep her brain's autopilot will swat at any annoyances with her tail- the way a cow would smack an annoying fly. Julie would have just slipped out of the house quietly and left but, she kept glancing at the overfull udder. Beryl was showing no signs of waking up and she was starting to leak onto her poor bed. If she completely soaks the mattress her entire bed will need changing. A mattress fully drenched in milk is basically ruined- even if you dry the liquid mass there is still too much other minerals and nutrients that will remain trapped in the fabric.
There was as many voices in Julie's head telling her not to do it as there were telling her to do it, but she was already doing things she never would have, might as well roll with it. With any luck Beryl still won't wake up and thus not know anything. She crawled carefully over the bed to Beryl and her huge udder. Calcium was good for the bones, and Julie is hungry. She would still have to be strategic about this- there was physically no way she could hold that much milk in her to actually empty Beryl or her stomach lining would rip from the sheer weight of the liquid mass. Even the bed was having a hard time keeping Beryl up, the mattress was sunken in so far in the middle the sides were practically standing upright. Her breasts and all four segments of her udder- each has its own reservoir of milk, so Julie would need to empty enough from all six to stop them from leaking. She started with the udder. Her teats were so thick and long it was almost like sucking a featureless penis. Even though it made it awkward to suck, Julie still forced the entire length into her mouth just so she could press her lips at the base, against the taught rubbery flesh of the udder's surface. Gently pressing her face into the soft mass. Beryl still showed no signs of waking- if anything her sleep looked even more sound now. Julie made a return trip to some teats, making sure they were all evenly drained enough to stop leaking, but not taking too much from any of them because she could only drink so much. The breasts were the most awkward and Julie's face was bright red the whole time. The teats on her breasts were so massively thick that they were difficult to suck on properly, and to get to them, she had to bring her own head much closer to Beryl's sleeping face.
Julie slipped away again once she was done easing the pressure and couldn't help but smile at the peaceful sleeping half cow. Beryl's pale skin between her black spots almost glowed in the sunlight coming through the sunroof in her bedroom like a spotlight. Both the udder flesh and her regular skin looked so powder soft in the bright light. So jiggly and smooth. Most of the visible mass of mammaries are entirely just fat, but if you were to ask Julie what made them attractive, she could go on for hours listing different factors. As a gene specialist research scientist, Julie could go into molecular detail about the thousands of things that make these bodies beautiful. The originals, hybrids, and even the beasts they are derived from. Each and every one of the people here were like a living scientific milestone, and walking work of art at the same time.
As Julie was about to leave the house though, she had to brace herself on the door frame. The weight in her gut seemed to shift and divide, and the second weight forcing itself outward a bit lower. Much more solid than the liquid in her, it was tissue expansion. She pulled her shirt up with one hand and her pants down a bit with the other and seen teats quickly forming on her upper crotch so fast that it almost looked like someone inflating one of those long narrow balloons! Once the size of four fat fingers, four mounds started to push up under them, at first looking like areola, but the pinkening flesh expanded outward faster than forward, eventually uniting into one huge patch. Her legs buckled a bit from the odd and pleasurable feeling of milk veins spreading and expanding quickly, dragging a bit of the pink skin away from the udder slightly with their bulge. Even her human nipples tingled with pleasure a moment, but they did not appear to change at all. It may have just been her body sending a hormonal signal to start lactating. The muscle ribbing of the udder did not form yet so while they were four teats that started on four hills, they grew out as one large sphere! A soft hill, then half a basketball, then a full medicine ball in size. Now like someone pulling a string tight across its surface, the four segments defined themselves as the muscle ribs of the udder formed to help it keep its shape. She stopped growing a bit smaller than Beryl's endowments, but very much still a full cow udder. Julie placed a hand softly on the top, and pat it several times increasingly hard- making a loud *plap* each time because her hand cupped air in the groove. She rolled onto her toes and then back fully again, huffing at the feeling of the udder's weight slosh against her crotch. At least she could not grow out of control- she only had the genes of a regular cow in her, so at absolute most she could only grow a regular sized cow udder. The only way it could get bigger is if her human mammary mass transferred over. When she let her shirt drop it partially covered the top of the udder, and her pants hugged the bottom curve. Half the udder and all four teats were basically exposed to the open air, which made her shiver a bit as she finally stepped outside again.
As Julie walked back toward her house, she could not stop idly touching her udder. She was feeling rather frisky. A lot of these transformations were pleasurable, and exciting besides. Well, there was one other luxury to living down in the valley she hadn't tried yet. Julie spotted 66 laying on a towel beside the pool, tanning. The whole reason for males on the island is to keep things sexually charged to keep the milk flowing.
66 felt the sun getting blocked and opened his eyes to see Julie's udder lazily swinging. She had one foot on either side of his lower body, giving him the best view of it. "Woah. What's up doc?"
"What are you, a rabbit now? What do you think is up, Barrus? You up for a little sweaty fun?"
He blushed a little and let out a half-laugh. "Uh. I suppose. That is why I am here."
Julie rest a hand on his shoulder preventing him from standing completely up. "You know you can say no though, right? Your body was designed to give and receive pleasure in equal measures. I can handle myself if you don't want in."
Barrus grabbed her hand and made her help him up. He furrowed his brow a bit at the feeling, her hand was oddly cool, but the sun was already high and the day was warm. Barrus followed Julie back to her place and she wasted no time in kicking off her shoes, then pants as she went toward the bedroom. She plopped down on the end of the bed, and when Barrus paused in front of her she nodded toward him, indicating she wanted him to lose the loin cloth- his only article of clothing.
Barrus snorted lightly. "We have an odd relationship, eh?"
"It is only weird if you make it. You were just struggling to find your way, and picked the wrong swindle. No one regards you any differently for it, so you might as well just leave it in the past yourself." She placed a hand on her udder and rolled it up a bit. "Lower body only, don't use your phallus. Those are my terms."
The reason Barrus knew Dr. Hedgewall's name already was because he once applied for a research position in RHE. He was not qualified however- and had lied several times on his resume, thinking he could fake it till he makes it. This created a problem for him and RHE, because they found him out and he was not getting a job. But also he then knew about their operations on the island and they needed to make sure he never so much as whispered about it in the outside world. The solution was simple- they made him a test subject, so now he does have a job, and he can't tell the outside world because he cannot leave the island. This made Barrus agree to things all of the time- even before considering his own emotions on the matter, because deep down he has always thought of himself as a prisoner. Lying on a resume, especially for a medical position is very much illegal. But the other subjects aren't aware that even happened, and RHE basically forgot about it as soon as he was signed up for a test subject position. So Barrus was the only one punishing Barrus.
Julie plopped down fully laying on the bed with her legs off the end, and Barrus knelt down to tend to her moist pussy. He used his broad nose to nudge her udder up, wedging his forehead against the soft rubbery curvature of its lower end. He had to be careful with his horns since they went straight forward, anything he looked toward had the potential to get skewered. Looking at her vulva now, his horns were on either side of her udder, sort of cradling the top curvature. He could tell she was already aroused going into this. Every time he snorted out a jet of air she cooed at the feeling of it tickling the underside of her new udder. Barrus had a partially bovine tongue too, which meant it was quite large. He was an experienced romancer at this point, so he took his time working up to that. Kissing her labia first, then pushing deeper in with his lips, nudging her clit with his cool nose, and then spearing her on his tongue. Julie immediately started squirming at the sensation and crossed her legs around his head, locking him into her crotch.
There was a knock at the door, and Julie breathlessly called over. "Twenty five."
Morgan answered from the other side. "Twenty five minutes it will be then." Morgan had come to check up on Julie, since she was a test subject now, and Morgan's job was to make sure everyone was tended to.
Since Julie was hugging him with her legs, he had to put two arms up on the end of the bed to brace himself, the other two on the floor to hold himself up. For a moment he went wide eyed, feeling like his face had somehow started to penetrate her. He had to move his head back as much as her legs allowed, because her labia were now bigger- both inner and outer! Blushing bright pink with arousal and shiny with lube both from inside her clenching pussy and from his mouth; Barrus watched the pussy actually grow! Keeping a mostly human shape but adding the biomass from a fully bovine vulva, her vaginal passage, labia, and even her clit were swelling larger! Her hips had not changed at all though nor her torso size, so her pussy actually bulged further out from her body, forming a steeper curved mound of soft rubbery flesh! He used his many bulging muscles to fight back against her death grip to rear up a bit, then deliberately breathed out hard through his nostrils onto her pussy making her shiver. He placed a hoof above and below both her legs and knelt back down, gently nipping her huge clit in his teeth! They both did not move. Julie just clenched the bed sheets in her hands and her body frozen from the sensation, her torso very slowly starting to arch up.
"Haah...hah.... ah.. ahh... aaanhh~ naaah HAAAH!!" Her breathing got sharper and her cries higher pitched till it sounded like someone blowing a dog whistle.
Without either of them moving an inch, her pleasure teetered on the edge of no return and slid off the cliff all on its own. He released her clit just in time for her lower body muscles to start spasming and tilted his head down to avoid her blasting him directly in the eyes with the deluge of pussy juice. Barrus let out a chuckle at another job well done. He could not even begin to count the number of orgasms he has given women now. This was the first time he seen a pussy that large explode though. It was huge- bigger than an actual cows because it had combined the mass of both a human and cows, while still being attached to a fully human body. Barrus flopped over onto his butt on the carpet to catch his breath and Julie did the same. His shaft was only semi hard, peeking out of the sheath and fattened up but not out yet. She did tell him to remove the loin cloth for a reason though. She slipped off the bed before he had fully recovered to notice and grabbed up his genitals. She softly cupped his balls with one hand while grabbing the end of his sheath with the other and making pulsing motions with her grip. She softly traced the curvature of his balls to zig zag between them, since he has three separate scrotums. Each nut was larger than a human, but a shade smaller than an actual bull. She coaxed his shaft out to play, but did not actually touch it till she seen the first drop of pre form on the tapered tip. She grabbed it up and then smeared it down the shaft, twisting her hand in a loose grip. Once the shaft was coated, she continued to milk out more pre and collect it, smearing some on his sheath and polishing each of his many balls to a shine, making him real slippery. She rubbed his crotch at the base of the sheath several times, massaging the muscles, feeling the hard veins below the surface throb in time with his heart.
Julie sat up again, thrust her hip forward and plopped her udder down on top of his genitals! She started to gyrate her hips, rolling her fat, full udder on him. She fell forward, placing a hand on either side of his lower chest and started to hump, rubbing her udder up and down his shaft, prodding him with her erect teats.
"So... what is your favorite cow feature?"
Barrus motioned to the udder with his eyes and then back to her face. "You mean... besides the obvious?"
Julie smiled, and rolled her eyes. "Yea, besides the obvious."
"F-face. Probably. Cow face, with human head. Something about it just looks sup...er... cute."
He trailed off as Julie's face started to change right in front of him. While masturbating him with her massive milk tank, she was making unbroken eye-contact. The bridge of her nose flattened a bit, becoming less projected but much more wide. The end of her nose started to turn pink at the same time her lips turned from red to candy pink and the two connected. The end of her nose around her nostrils became slightly textured and cool and moist. Her ears started to grow and becoming leaf shaped; cartilage inside thinning while new muscle fibers took root in the base. She playfully stuck her own larger tongue out at his bewilderment. She felt his first scrotum draw up, then the next, then the next. Julie spread her legs further and mashed her udder down fully into him, pinning his cock to his body, so when he exploded, it painted a stripe up his own torso.
Julie scoot up the bed a bit more, planning to take a nap. Barrus dipped into her bathroom to clean himself off before slipping his leather loincloth back on to leave.
"So, every time I look at you, you are changing. What gives?"
Julie was startled back into sitting upright, she did not see him come back out of the bathroom and quickly aborted her effort to see if she could suck her own udder. "My transformation was created by Moth, the sorceress paragon. It was never actually tested before she left RHE so it was sitting in storage since forever ago. Decided to make an experiment of myself and try it. It gives me free reign but... it's sort of too free."
"How can you be 'too free'?"
"Well I can pick and choose what transformations I get, using what genes I have injected myself with. But any conscious thoughts trigger it, so I can also accidentally give myself a change. And once I have a change, I can modify it but not get rid of it- because having a change means I am always thinking about it a little bit, so I can't get rid of it. Sleeping reverts me fully to human, which is a very good thing. I also can't really lock myself in though because of it. I change whenever I think of a change enough, and I revert whenever I go to sleep..."
Barrus nodded, understanding. "So you can't ever finish. There is no option to settle down or adjust because you will be transforming forever."
She nodded, bouncing on the bed a little. "Good thing I only injected myself with bovine genes. If it had a more varied trait pool to mold me from, my body would be complete chaos all the time." She spoke up again when Barrus turned to leave. "Oh and 66? You are not a prisoner. Consider your own feelings before you reply next time. That is an order."
Barrus huffed with a small smile, turning his back to her again to leave. "Ah. Being a prisoner in heaven ain't so bad."
She threw a pillow at his back as he walked out of the room. "Aargh, you're hopeless!"
Morgan returned in a few minutes after Barrus left to check up on Julie, and took many notes on the effects of the Gummy tincture. It worked as intended, sure enough. It would not be fit for common use with test subjects however because there was no mechanism in place to start or stop it consciously. For it to work ideally, it would require a mental trigger to be flipped first before it does it's thing. It might have one more added benefit though- or at least Julie theorized. She had Morgan take a blood sample from her to test it later. The process always started with creating a benign extract from animal DNA using alchemy, then using transformative magics they convert the essence into a transformation tincture. This way the effects of drinking it alter your actual genes, making for a permanent transformation, so a constant mana flow is not needed. If you used magic only to transform someone, the spell would end when the local mana was depleted. If you took a DNA sample of someone transformed entirely by magic only- it would look like a normal human gene. So their genetic code would be exactly the same even though their body is not. Using the RHE tinctures however, the DNA IS altered. If Julie's cells keep changing form and function back and forth however, they would wear out a lot less. Converting them sort of resets the age of her cells, but she is constantly changing them. As a side effect, Julie may have extended her life span by a great many years, allowing her to live well past 100. Once Morgan left back to the research buildings, Julie decided to have a quick nap. She flopped on her side and curled into a fetal position, so she could push her udder up with her legs and cradle it to her body like a bouncy warm pillow.
Julie woke up from a very loud noise with a gasp, looking around startled, and then confused as to why it was so dark. She looked at the clock beside her bed and groaned. She meant to take a quick nap. It wasn't even lunch time when she went to sleep- it was now almost 9 at night.
"Well... my sleep schedule is fucked." She gasped again at a loud crack of thunder. "Guess that is what woke me up. G
Jeez, it was perfectly sunny out when I went to sleep." Rubbing sleep from her eyes she shuffled over to the light switch and flicked it on, and then it immediately turned back off. "... ok. Guess watching TV isn't an option now."
The storm had cut the power to her house. Each district in the valley had its own sub-generator, so power wouldn't have gone out everywhere. Even if all the power blew out though- the research facility has its own rather large emergency generator to ensure no accidents ever happen. Materials in cold storage would only last fifteen minutes without power before they were basically garbage, so they had to make sure they remained powered at all times, even if nothing else was. Julie was once again perfectly human. At least she did not need to change clothes this time- she had to remember to tell HQ to send her extra clothing just in case. Every time she wakes up she has the potential to stretch her clothes or completely burst out of them depending on her transformations. And the fact she cannot fully predict the changes made it more likely she gets caught in her clothing.
There was a knock at her door though, which also startled Julie a bit. It was weird anyone would be out in this weather. They likely seen her lights turn on in the dark, so they knew she was awake.
Suzy stood there, sopping wet and a bit breathless. "Oh my gosh! Julie!"
"W-what, what happened?"
"You'll never believe it! It's raining out!"
"I... yes. I can see that. You had me worried, I thought something bad happened!"
"I know! I also like to mess with people!" She startled giggling and playfully headbutt Julie in the stomach with her huge horns. "So, you up for a hike?"
"In this?!"
"You're not made of sugar are ya? You won't melt in water. I LOVE the rain and it is intense out here tonight. Thunder is super loud too, but it almost always is here for some reason."
"It's the hills."
"Huh? How would hills make thunder louder?"
"The island is bordered by steep hills and cliff sides- the valley is actually an extinct caldera, making the entire island bowl shaped. So its natural geographic features cause it to act like an amphitheatre- the sound of the thunder refracts off one hillside and then gets trapped ping-ponging between them, causing sound to become trapped and thus appear to be incredibly loud."
Suzy was impressed with how much Julie knew about the island and just life in general, but like the other night it was Julie quietly following Suzy's guidance mostly. Julie had spent many years now monitoring the island, and looking down on it from her lab up in the research facilities, but she had never really visited it. She was always up in the research area, never venturing down into the island so her distant view was all she had. So even though she knew almost everything about it, this was her first time ever experiencing it, and she looked a bit like a kid in a candy shop. It took all of ten seconds for her to become completely drenched but neither of them particularly cared. Even at night the island was pretty warm, it was situated in the sub-tropics, near the equator, so even in the winter it was not actually cold. The two glanced at each other and smiled each time there was a really bright flash. The lightning danced across the sky like a serpent striking its prey, vanishing back into the clouds on the other side. The rain drops were large and came down steadily, causing them to have to talk a bit louder to hear each other over the pattering of rain. It was an incredibly soothing sound. Some people fear thunder but Julie had sometimes gone to sleep using the sound of a thunderstorm as white noise. Soaked, Julie's fluffy mane actually looked wavy rather than curly- straightened by the weight of the water in it. Suzy's hair was still tight curls, it just sunk lower with the weight. It was over halfway converted to sheep wool, so the curls were far too tight to be undone. The water collecting and dripping off the underside of her udder occasionally tickled her.
Suzy gave Julie a bit of a tour of the island, or at least their area. The island was rather large, so the homes were pretty spread out, each had ample space around it for women to roll in the grass. Around Beryl's house was a field of lavender that filled the air with potent but pleasant smells. There was trees in the valley but not too many, and almost all of them were near homes- the seeds having caught on the structures while being carried on the winds. Each house was connected to the others by a long and often winding path of shale stones sunken into the grass, and where the most paths united a pool was made as a sort of gathering area, with proper cobblestone surrounding it. While it looked flat when you were in it, looking at it from a distance revealed the valley was not exactly flat, there was a lot of hills, they were just very shallow. Julie and Suzy wandered up away from any of the homes, the ground getting steeper as they climbed. The grass was not tame here, and was dotted with a huge assortment of wild flowers as they got to the sparse forest that acted as the border between the valley and the cliffs at the island's edge. With the trees just behind them, the two sat in the tall grass and flowers and looked back down at the valley, down at all the homes below. A blue-white glow would occasionally flash from above as a brief gap in the churning clouds revealed the moon beyond. They threw around the word paradise often without even thinking about it, but it really was. There was no crime here, nothing to really stress over. Their needs were taken care of- all food and shelter provided, all they had to do was make and give milk, which in itself was pleasurable.
Caught in the awe of it all, and also taking more than a few glances at Suzy's body, slick with water Julie was finding herself a little turned on again, even after 66 worked her over. Granted, she did sleep for around almost 12 hours between then and now. Suzy never wore a bottom, so her black sheep teats were always bouncing out in the open. Her udder was too large and low for her shirt to possibly cover. Thanks to the rain it was glossy from the water and shimmered in the lightning flashes. Julie felt the tingle of change in her, but it concentrated to her crotch, making her a little nervous. She was probably growing a sheep udder like Suzy, right? Though, she felt really aroused, maybe she was growing a huge pussy like with 66... which would make wearing pants awkward.
Suzy looked at her as soon as her breathing started to get deeper. "Oh, changing again? What is it this time?"
Julie just shook her head. "I don't know feels~ nnngh" She stifled a moan. "Odd."
They both seen a bulge stretch the front of her pants but both went wide-eyed at the shape! It was far too narrow! Julie quickly lifted her butt long enough to pull her pants down a bit, unintentionally catching on its end and causing it to *twang* back into place, making her cry out again! Her clit was big, but even more than that, it was very long! The clitoral hood was getting larger as well though, building up thicker folds of squishy dense flesh! It was growing so rapidly in pulses with her heart beat that you could almost hear the skin stretch! When she felt something stiff growing even deeper within her pelvis she knew what was happening and groaned.
"Oh no... oh... aahn~ no."
"What is happening to you?"
"I just realized the genes are not explicitly cow. They are BOVINE- they are not gender specific!"
"Not gender s-.... you're turning into a BULL?!"
Julie squirmed and moaned in place. The feeling from within was her ovaries mutating and growing larger, converting to testicles! Her vaginal passage started to clench tighter, getting smaller with each pull. Her labia fattened a bit as they pulled closer together, slowly starting to fuse together at the top and bottom. Her clit continued to throb larger and longer. Once her clit was over eight inches long, each throb caused a urethral bulge to swell larger off the underside of her clit, having been redirected from her evolving pussy. The now thick, large clitoral hood wrapped all the way around the base, forming into a furless sheath. Julie grunt and raised her hips, pushing against the pressure within and then gasped twice in succession as she birthed two testicles into her now formed scrotum. The balls quickly grew to normal human proportions, but it was clear that was not their goal as they continued growing. Julie could not stop herself as she grabbed the squishy flesh of her sheath and yanked back, exposing more of the developing shaft and seemed to promote its growth with her increasing horniness! It became a foot long, then a foot and a half, then two, then two and a half. She was breathing fast and heavy- it almost looked like she was drooling on herself but it was just the rain water catching in her mouth. A bull's sheath travels up half its entire torso, the phallus does not leave the sheath till almost right over top of its belly button. So a bull's dick looks decently long normally- but in actuality most of it is still internal. Julie's sheath wasn't even a fraction of the size of an actual bull, but her dick was full sized- causing the amount of exposed shaft to be tremendous! It finally stopped growing at three feet long! It was still narrow enough for her to get her hand all the way around it though- bulls do not have girth.
The rainwater felt amazing against the searing hot shaft, making it twitch with each cool droplet that collided with it. The arch of the shaft was so long the tapered point was almost pointing back at Julie's face, so every time it throbbed she blinked on reflex, afraid it will buck back and jab her in the eye. Her balls were large and oblong- full bull testicles, long loose scrotum and all. While it felt amazing, part of Julie clenched up in resistance. Her feminine side was offended by the very masculine presence on the same body, and she inhaled sharply grabbing both breasts through her shirt as she felt them start to swell in defiance! They swelled very quickly, the rain water again helping to cool them off as the rapid cellular growth created friction and thus heat buildup- and the fatty mass of a pair of tits was already overly good at insulating. Suzy for once was totally silent, watching dazed and blushing at the transformation.
Julie's breasts filled her shirt, sliding along the wet, clingy fabric. Her nipples swelled up larger and then her areola swelled as well. Julie grabbed the top of her breasts and dug her fingers in- pulling the top of her tits up and back while their weight pulled them down. Her nipples split again like the other night, dividing into two complete areola and nipples and then the areola continued to swell out, making her nipples look a bit like tiny goat teats, like Beryl's boobs! Her top was tented outward by the four teats, which all bent slightly in towards each other from lack of room. Her top lifted as her breasts collected more of the fabric, exposing more of her torso to the direct rain. The water made the shirt stretchier than it normally would be though, so it never ripped, even though it was incredibly tight. Julie just sat there catching her breath, a bit stunned by the two changes.
Suzy reached forward and grabbed the shaft near the end, causing Julie to shiver from the jolt of pleasure before she could speak up. Suzy kept her hand in place and moved over to between the bewildered Julie's legs and plopped down facing her. She unintentionally rest her large plush black udder against Julie's big bull balls. Because it was so long, Suzy took the base with one hand and the end with the other to masturbate it in two different places at once. Everything was slick with rain water, so the pre that started to bubble out was just extra. Between her two small hands there was still a good section of the middle of the shaft that was not being touched at all. Julie managed to sit herself up, and ushered Suzy's hands lower. Suzy then started working just the bottom of the shaft and tugging on the sheath and scrotal flesh gently, rolling the balls within. Julie with a bit of trouble managed to shimmy her massive boobs out of her shirt and slapped them together around the middle of the shaft, and then sucked the end of the penis that was still sticking out of her cleavage! She placed a hand on either breast and squeezed them together as she gently thrust her hips. Now with the pink prong fully coated in supple, slick female flesh, it did not take long for Julie to reach her limit and she promptly swallowed her own load- to make sure she did not goop her hair or clothes up.
It only took a minute for the large bovine cock to lose strength and slide back into the sheath, causing it to bloat up fatter to make room.
Julie's face was flush in spite of the rain cooling it. "Uh... thanks."
Suzy laughed nervously. "W-well you looked like you were having trouble. You get used to helping people settle in with their bodies, since it can be pretty intense when the transformation is still happening. Takes some getting used to, so people get a little out of control and need a hand sometimes. But your stuck changing..."
Julie nodded, seeing her phallus was fully soft now and quickly flopped her balls back into her pants to pull them up. "Uh... don't tell anyone I had a cock, ok?"
"Had? You still do!"
"Well, I won't as soon as I go to sleep."
"Is your voice deeper too?" Suzy leaned a little closer.
"Is it? My voice sounds like shit to begin with so it is hard to tell, haha. Well, that will wear off when I go to sleep too." She yawned. "Which might not be that long from now. Oxytocin is done ravaging my brain, now I am burned out."
"Oxy-what now?"
Julie laughed. "Chemical that heightens arousal, it is released by the brain during sex but it burns through your energy quickly, which is why guys generally pass out after blowing their load. Well, there is also prolactin, and the fact a male orgasm is explosive while a female orgasm is implosive. The slight change in my voice would be a side effect of testosterone, produced thanks to these bull nuts."
Julie leaned back a bit, seeing the flash of more distant lightning in the beads of water that collected on the lenses of her thick glasses only when she leaned back.
"Wait, you aren't going to sleep here!"
"The grass is comfy, and the rain is so refreshing~"
"No, no no no. Hanging out in the rain is fine but if you go to sleep in a storm you'll catch your death of a cold for sure." Suzy grabbed her arm and tried to drag her up but paused almost immediately. "Oh my god! You are as cold as ice! And your bleeding!!"
"H-huh?" That woke Julie up a bit more.
Suzy let go of her right arm almost immediately, afraid she had hurt Julie somehow. Julie rolled her arm back and forth, seeing a few drops of rain that were tinted red from her blood, but could not figure out where it was coming from. Finally she rolled her sleeve up a bit and seen a rather large splinter wedged above her right wrist. She just casually pressed in where it was sunken the deepest and pushed back the other way. She drew more blood out of herself but also pushed the splinter far enough that she could grab it with her other hand and pull it out.
"There, good as new."
Suzy looked a bit shocked and confused. "Didn't that hurt? That was a huge splinter, how did you not even know where it was?"
Julie laughed. "You picked the wrong arm."
Since her shirt was still rolled up on top of her huge breasts anyway, she grabbed it and pulled it completely off, making Suzy gasp at the large amount of gnarled leather-like, angry pink scar tissue. There was a crater in Julie's right shoulder and a circle on the other side, where a chunk of shrapnel lanced straight through. Spreading out from that were scars of grievous chemical burns and smaller debris. That was why her voice was so dry and gravelly! The scar tissue extended onto the bottom right side of her throat- her voice box was permanently damaged! Her right hand was freezing cold to the touch, but not her left, because the right had poor circulation.
Julie held her hands out toward Suzy level with her fingers together, to show her how much the right hand shook uncontrollably. "I have very little feeling in my right arm, it has severe nerve damage. I am right handed, but I always sign my name with my left hand because no one could read it otherwise, I can't hold my right hand still."
Suzy seemed a lot more bothered by it than Julie, holding a hand to her lower neck, likely imagining how severe the wound would have to have been to leave such grim scars. Julie explained the scars are a result of her earlier experiments. She had a firm grip on the knowledge and jumped right into advanced application, thinking she could easily make headway in research. Without giving the chemical components time to steep with the magical elements, the reaction was far more volatile than it was meant to be and it literally exploded. The pit in her shoulder was a shard of her metal lab table, still glowing at the edges as it speared her. Julie laughed it off now, but also noted had she been standing a few inches more to the side, that metal spear would have gone through her head instead of her shoulder, and she would have been killed instantly. And that is why Moth chose her without hesitation to work here with RHE. Julie knows more than anyone to be patient, to double-check, and to always consider all influencing factors. She had to be especially careful now that her right hand could not be steadied, so it was prone to spilling things. She wore her grim markings with a sort of pride. A contrasting comparison; to see the genius she is now, and look at those scars to see what a fool she had been in the past. And a complete lack of additional scars to measure the distance between her past and current self.
Suzy decided to take Julie back to her place to get dried off and rest. Her house was closer to the hills than Julie's. Suzy actually lived right north of Beryl so you had an up-close view of the lavender field, when it wasn't pitch black out anyway. The power was still off when they got in. Suzy tossed Julie a towel and she plopped onto the living room couch once she was mostly dry again- or as dry as a single towel is going to get you. She just tied her shirt around her hip for now and went topless, squirming in and out with breasts this big was too difficult. The fabric clings to her skin so until both were dry, she wasn't even going to try.
Suzy snatched up her glasses when she put them down to dry off, and tried them on out of curiosity and immediately felt dizzy and disoriented. "Oh gosh, you're blind too?"
"H-huh? Oh, haha." She took the glasses back. "Yea, pretty much. I am extremely short sighted- far too many hours with my nose wedged into the spine of a book in not optimally lit libraries. I can't even read a book while holding it normally- I would actually need to put my face, like, right up to the page to read the text."
"Jeeze... life of a researcher is hard."
Julie just shrugged. "Everything has its cost."
This time when Julie took a nap, it was a nap. She woke up and hour and a half later to the sound of Beryl and Suzy talking softly by the kitchen. The kitchen and living room were connected, the only division was the floor turning from carpet to tile. Beryl did not look like she had gotten wet at all. When Julie glanced outside she seen the shadow of clouds cast over the valley by moonlight. It was quite windy now, but the rain had stopped and the storm had moved on. Her top was definitely dry now so she exhaled to make her torso as narrow as possible and squirmed her way back into the shirt.
She managed to sneak up to them without Beryl catching on that she had woken. "Hey!"
"Ah!" Beryl flinched so hard her front hooves slipped on the smooth counter top and she almost fell over it. "Oh, Julie! Oooh... the other night! That was a terrible introduction! I didn't even know anyone new was here!"
"Heh, its okay Beryl. People are allowed to drink, we are all adults."
"Yeaaa... but... I am not a drunk! Literally the first time we met was when I was drunk! I am sober most of the time!"
Suzy had her head in the fridge a moment and looked back at the two on the other side of the counter. "Hey, you want some cheese to snack on?"
"Oh! Sure, you know me, I like my cheese like I like my drinks- dry and sharp. ACK-" She quickly turned back to Julie. "No, it's not what it sounds like!"
Over the next several days the three of them hung out quite a bit, and wandered around exploring the island. Beryl actually knew some of the forest pretty well, because being on all fours made her more sure-footed than most. Because it was humid often and shaded, most of the forest was covered in frilly delicate mushrooms and thick bushy moss. One day Julie had to spend indoors entirely though because she had well exceeded her size limit. Julie was a bit disappointed she could not match the endowments of larger girls like Amber. Amber, also known as subject 33, had an udder larger than her entire body and required a modified dolly to move it around with. In thinking about that, Julie wondered what her limit actually was, because most of the visible mass is fat, and she could just eat to get fatter. Simply thinking about that however was enough for the spell to do its work. It could give her anything a human or cow had... and both animals are capable of getting fatter, with seemingly no limit. So on that day her breasts actually crushed the walls of her room outward, bending them all as she completely filled her room. She needed to call Barrus just so he could shove his way inside to bring her food and water, because she was completely immobile for the rest of the day, anchored in place by monolithic tits. Barrus also massaged them for her, which unfortunately relaxed her enough that she started to automatically express milk and caused flood damage in the hallway. The day after the next, RHE had repair men in her house repairing that little experiment.
One day, she had been out wandering with Beryl and finally decided to ask. "So... why did you come here originally anyway? Was it money trouble? I know a lot of people came here because of that; 11, 12, 66, 85, 86 just off the top of my head."
The soft clacks of her hooves on the shale path slowed considerably. "Oh... I just... I don't know. I wanted to be useful. The position advertised obviously did not say what all was going on here, but it did mention being a test subject. It sounded like a job that would help out, while not requiring any sort of skill on my part, so I went for it."
"Well I mean, you could have helped out any number of people in any number of ways that were not this, too. What about your changes... you said you requested to be more on the animal side?" Beryl hung her head low a moment, causing her hair to brush the ground slightly. "I-if you don't want to talk about it-"
"No it's... it's fine. I just don't want you to get the wrong impression. I went more animal so I could go bigger on milk production!" Julie was about to say that sounded perfectly normal, but Beryl spoke up again before she could. "And because I hated my body anyway." Beryl looked up at Julie and her face scrunched up a bit like she was bracing for impact.
"You wanted to help, but only thought you could do it through something that had no credential requirements, and hated your body?"
"And here we go! Beryl has self confidence issues, lets all hold a pitty party for the worthless mope."
"Woah! Okay, calm down."
"I am calm!" She said, clearly disgruntled and unintentionally stomping her front hooves. Her brows were furrowed so hard it was like they were trying to meet each other in the middle.
"We are friends, aren't we? I just want to get to know my friend a bit better. All I can do, is make assumptions based on what you have told me. It does sound like you have confidence problems right now, but you're welcome to explain why you don't."
Beryl stood up, wobbling a bit to get her balance. "Look, I am sorry. I just know where this is going because it always goes the same way! I couldn't ever get my body exactly the way I wanted to. I wasn't ugly... I am not ugly, I know that, I am not blind. I was good looking, really, but it was an utter waste on me because I never did anything with it. I couldn't be some perfect model type and it wouldn't have mattered anyway because I wasn't very social! It was a pain in the neck trying to maintain beauty and I just couldn't be bothered. I had no interest, so it's a gift that was completely wasted on me." Julie held her hooves so she could balance easier. "All I really cared about was drawing comics but I was never really good at it, and I couldn't make any money doing it, so. Turns out leaning all your interest, talent, and practice into one thing that doesn't make any money is really bad for when your parents aren't supporting you anymore, because then you can't get a job that goes anywhere. I would be stuck doing starter level jobs for the rest of my life, toiling at a task I don't care about just to make enough money to stay alive and continue to work doing something I don't care about. Sounds like a real great life, huh? I am not terrible at everything, but I am not good enough at anything for it to particularly matter anyway. I am so average, it's bland. It is almost frustrating because of how good I looked or how decent I was, because it seems like I should have been able to be great but I am constantly not. Even my looks, look fine but then something like my eyes fucks it up."
Julie's eyebrows twitched at that. "Y-your eyes?"
"Mismatched. Asymmetrical, abnormal."
"NO!" Julie pulled her closer, bopping their foreheads together. "Don't you dare insult your eyes! They are like precious gemstones! Do you know how rare they are? I am a genetics specialist, so you better believe I do! They are beautiful, and rare, and perfect!"
Julie's eyes had tears in them and her face was turned red from her burst of emotions, causing Beryl to be shocked silent for several long moments before trying to pull back a bit. "Uh... look. I know me, even the parts that aren't outwardly expressed. You are my friend so of course you see me through rose tinted glasses."
"Okay! Then we will get a third party!"
"Oh come on Ju-"
"Here, I will show YOU a place on the island for a change."
Julie took Beryl by the hoof so she had no choice but to follow along, or stumble back onto all fours. Julie took her far north, toward the research buildings. At first Beryl thought she was going to take her to see one of her former co-workers in the labs, but they turned east before following the road up to the research buildings. She did not know what was over here. There was supposedly hidden bunkers with the extreme test subjects in it, but that was on the west not east. They came on a forest of well trimmed hedges and marble pathways, and eventually got through enough of it to see a huge mansion at the middle of it. It looked like a small palace! There was a huge bull head mounted on either of the huge doors sealing it closed, and Julie took the septum ring knocker on the bull head and slammed it into the door several times, making sure the sound echoed through the mansions many halls so its master knew there was guests seeking audience. Julie did not wait for the door to be answered through, and needing to heave on it with both hands she managed to get one door open enough for them to get inside.
Inside it was even more ridiculously posh. The floor was made entirely of giant amethyst slates veined with quartz, and the walls were white marble. Golden candle fixtures were etched with flame enchantments allowing them to be lit without having to bring a spark to them. Up ahead at the end of the long hall was the main foyer. It was three floors high- bordered by balconies that connected the upper hallways that lead into it. At the top was a glass dome that illuminated the room and the garden in the middle of the floor. Raspberry bushes, long stem roses, and an olive tree in the middle.
Beryl gasped as she glanced over at a painting on the wall just before the main foyer. "N-no way... she... we thought she was just a legend!"
The clatter of hooves against the solid crystal floor echoed down toward them as the very tall figure approached, her soft womanly chuckle preceding her. "There needs to be a beginning for there to be an end."
Julie bowed slightly toward her as she stepped into the light. "Beryl, I would like to introduce you to... Test Subject 01. The RHE Genesis Project- the only model directly created by sorceress Moth."
She stepped forward timidly with a gentle smile. "Serene Stonewall."
Angels might as well have started singing the moment she stepped into the sunlight and revealed her unfathomed beauty to them. Though the Serene in the painting and the one standing before them were quite different. This one had almost 60 years on the painted version. Her once black hair was now silver. The deep creases had built up in the corners of her eyes, and laugh lines carved the memory of good times into her face. Her once nearly spherical breasts now pointed down more than forward, though still maintained a teardrop shape... just, a longer teardrop. You could see a few pale blue veins on the surface of her large breasts as some of the pigment in her skin faded with time. She leaned rather heavily onto an ornate cane as well to help her balance. In the painting she was in her prime, and back then her breasts were so colossal they nearly touched the floor- which was saying a lot given how extremely tall she is. She had a second tincture to try and shrink her breasts as she aged because she could no longer handle them at all. They were still outside any reasonable cup size, but only about a third of what they had been. This was as small as they could be made- since the tinctures are meant to work forever, fully undoing a change isn't usually possible. That was why she needed the cane; her back would have a real nasty lean without it.
Her horns were giant, and went almost straight up, curving out at the base, then gradually in, then steeply out and in again at the very tip. An inscribed orb of solid gold was wedged into where the horns nearly met, balancing perfectly over her like an emblem of divinity. She had the huge leaf shaped ears of a Brahman, and a tiny piercing at the very ends, trailing a long tiny chain of purest gold connecting to a large ring in her nose, connecting both ears and nose together loosely. The bridge of her nose was wide giving her bovine nostrils- the coloration of her nose and lips though were black instead of the common pink. She had a few black splotches on her backside, but none on her arms or head, and only two on the front of her torso- all of which were on her skin; her body had no fur. She had one heart-shaped spot on her collar, with the downward point of the heart trailing into her cleavage. The other was an upside-down heart centered over her belly button, so its tip was pointing up to the underside of her cleavage. Her breasts permanently blushed a slight pink hue. Her areola were large and puffy, and her nipples were quite large when erect, but when not full or aroused they are actually inverted.
Her legs were bovine, but unusually tall and narrow and the hoof segments were encased in bronze- shielding them from ever being scuffed on the ground. Uniquely, she did not have just two legs. Immediately behind her still human hips was fully bovine hips! She was like a bovine centaur except... no body. There was not a cow body below her human body, it was just one hip after the other with nothing in between. This however meant her huge cow udder had ample space to hang comfortably below her. The teats on the udder were thicker at the base like small cones, and the front teats bent backwards a little while the rear ones bent forward a little. Because of how they are positioned on their respective hips, this also meant she had two vulva! The one on the front was perfectly human, while the back was perfectly bovine. Like Beryl, her tail was unusually long, but not quite as long as Beryl, and the tassel on the end was normal sized. There was several metal hoops on her tail that were not nearly tight enough to stay on on their own, so her tail was always playing a bit of a balancing game with them. Her back legs were identical to the front, so she had four rear legs. Serene's hair had two narrow white stripes on either side of her head, which stood out a lot less now that the black hair was silver. Her bangs were cut just short enough to not interrupt the view of her eyes; blue like a mid-afternoon sky. Her hair was so extremely long and perfectly straight and well combed, that it exceeded her massive height and trailed at least a foot on the floor under her!
Beryl went extremely quiet, frozen up in timidness, like an ant standing before a God. Julie on the other hand had already met Serene multiple times, as does everyone working on the research end. Serene is after all subject 01- every other test subject is based on the work that went into first creating Serene. Julie explained Beryl's situation, using Serene as an impartial judge. They all sat together on the edge of the central garden, in the giant pillar of sunlight.
Serene gently placed a hand on Beryl's head and tilted it back to look into her crystal eyes. "Gods, yea. Hedgewall has the right of it. At least as beautiful as the gemstones your named after. But. Beauty isn't everything... or, much of anything actually. I mean, how often do you look at yourself? So why would you care what you look like if you barely ever look at it? Unless you decorate your halls with yourself like I did, haha." She motioned to the painting Beryl was looking at before. "But as you can see, physical beauty fades with time. It is only beautiful because it is fleeting."
Julie nodded. "What really worries me though, Beryl, is you gave up your hands."
She cocked an eyebrow. "But I can still live just fine without them?"
"You said you lacked any other talents because all you cared about was drawing... you can't draw without hands."
Beryl raised a hoof to stop the others from continuing for a moment. "Ok. Okay, yes. It was stupid, I was frustrated and wanted to just throw away my past life entirely. Maybe I shouldn't have lost my hands. In. My. Defense. I was not that good at it. Not bad, but not particularly good either. There is a lot of competition out there and not a lot of market for artists in the first place, so a so-so artist isn't going to make anything. My talent wasn't really helping anyone, I wasn't worth anything. Here, making milk and helping advance research, now I am worth something."
"Worth?!" Serene furrowed her brows. A giddy smile slid across Julie's face. Ah yes, this was the Serene she came to hear. "I am beyond baffled when people talk about their worth. I want to be important, I want to be needed, I need to be worth something. To who?! Slave traders?! Humans have no worth- they aren't a God damned form of currency! You aren't asked if you want to be brought into this world, you just are. You have your own life to live, it is YOUR life, you are the only one who should have any power over it. Someone doesn't like what you are doing? Well its a good thing you didn't ask for their fucking opinion, eh? People used to tell me I was so precious and valuable like I was a gemstone to be traded off at an auction. I don't give a damn if anyone else thinks I am important- I am not here to impress them, I am not a circus act!" With a bit of a groan she leaned heavily on her cane and got up onto her feet again. "I am here because I want to be. I help others because I like to. I don't care if they are too ignorant or ungrateful to realize I am helping them, because I know I am still helping and its something I enjoyed doing."
Beryl was a bit stunned seeing such a tranquil person suddenly so inflamed. "B-but my parents. I owe them so much, it would be nice to give back something. Show that I did something with the life they gave me."
Serene closed her eyes and shook her head gently, sending tidal waves down her extremely long hair. "They created you because they wanted to. They raised you because of a choice-" She lowered her voice a bit. "Or consequence- of decisions THEY made in THEIR lives. You never asked for any of that, they did it because they wanted to, you don't owe them anything. You don't owe anyone shit. And you know what?"
"W-what?"
Serene placed a hand gently on her head. "Your smile is worth more than any amount of money you could have ever made. If you want to show them raising you was worth it- live. They raised you to live, to love, to be happy. Money won't do that. Maybe a job will, depends on what you yourself want. Sounds like what you wanted was to just draw. So draw, and be happy."
"B-but..." She lifted up her hooves. "I... there... there is no going back. I am happy enough here, the island is amazing. It isn't perfect, but what is, right?"
Julie took her hoof gently, examining it. "I haven't poked around your tincture breakdown yet. If you'll let me, I might be able to modify your genes enough to give you... sort-of hands. You may be able to draw still."
And so Julie went to work. And slowly, the island started to change. Morgan brought equipment down for Julie to work on sight, and eventually a lab was built in the valley! Julie let the other subjects wander around inside and ask her questions, to learn more about what went into making each of them. After hearing from Beryl that the others thought subject 01 wasn't even real, she spread the word. Serene was very pleased to finally get guests to her mansion that were not the usual RHE staff, talking to the other subjects who came after her, and sharing her luxurious home. It often got dreadfully lonesome up there. Eventually a few other RHE staff moved into the valley lab, particularly Morgan since this meant she had to do a lot less walking to check up on everyone. With the added help, Julie cured Beryl's hooves! She was unable to restore proper human hands, but it was pretty close. Human fingers have three segments, Beryl only had two- and the former hooves were still present, segmented on the outward facing sides of her digits. This meant she could still walk on her fingertips, because when she applies pressure the segments lock together and brace the weight. Not long after, another rather large building was added to the valley- its first art gallery.
As for Julie's own problem; she found a solution to that too. Her transformation is hard to modify once the changes are already in place, so she started a morning routine of deliberately transforming herself, giving her a high resistance to any unexpected changes! Listening to what her body had already been telling her, her common form was two areola, two nippled breasts, but only somewhat enlarged- so her loose shirts fit tight, but don't strangle her. A long cow tail so she matches with her new bestie, Beryl. She made sure to give herself the cow face that drives Barrus wild, so she can tease him, licking her neon pink lips whenever he looks over. Letting loose after her research had truly ended, she finally took off the ties and let her giant wild curls cascade over her shoulders, and turned them snow white except for a few stands of pitch black here and there. She got the large floppy Brahman ears like Serene, because she just personally thought they were adorable. Julie left her hands alone, while making her legs from the knee down, bovine. That was her usual go-to form from then on. But unlike anyone else of course, she reset every night, so there was nothing stopping her from getting crazy with it, if she was in the moo'd. | STORY |
The Machine 5: Perks of the Job Becky’s fingers flew across the keyboard, typing up the billing invoice, and double checked to make sure all the appropriate codes were entered into the system for the upcoming procedure. She enjoyed reading these anyway. It made her all warm and tingly knowing that she could watch people around town and be the only one who might know about some very kinky work they’d had done. It made the job more than worth it.
She looked up as the doorbell chimed. This was a woman, nice long brown hair, slender, and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. “Yes, hi, I have an appointment for 9:30.”
Becky quickly got her name and date of birth and reached down into the file drawer for the prepared packet, all while her other hand typed in the information to the system.
“If you’d please sign these release forms and waivers, we’ll get you right back. Oh, and happy birthday!”
“Thank you.” She glanced at the slender stack of papers that awaited her signature. “That’s it?” She asked, pushing her hair back behind her ears, gently biting her lip.
“Yes, ma’am, you filled out all your preferences online, and the optical scanner tool does excellent body measurements.”
“Oh.” She bent over the desk and began signing the documents.
Becky nodded, the leaves that made up her hair rustling with the motion. “Alright ma’am, if you’ll have a seat, we’ll take you back shortly.”
It didn’t take long before the technician Bo arrived.
Becky watched as the two headed back, wondering what kind of things would happen back there. She wasn’t supposed to know, but it was a poorly kept secret that many of the transformees got their first trial run with the various tech staff, and Bo was particularly delicious. Long slender legs, nice ass, and four generous breasts that just screamed out to be fondled. Becky blushed slightly knowing full well she’d done it more than a few times. The purple skin occasionally put people off, but that tail was magic. A shiver ran down her spine and parts of her grew warmer. Becky crossed her legs hoping she wouldn’t make any mess as her body responded to the thoughts.
Pushing the naughty thoughts aside she started on the next file. She smiled as she saw this one was one of the more daring. She licked her green lips at the imagery the system had designed as the system populated the codes. Tentacles replaced the woman’s legs, her sex still tucked up inside. A line of eight breasts running down her chest. This was clearly a woman who intended to transition to a life in water. She made a note to order a tank for after the procedure. She checked a few more boxes changing the woman’s uterus to an egg laying factory. She’d selected soft gelatinous ones, probably best for the watery form, but Becky always preferred the hard bird like eggs. No hair, webbed fingers, gills, fairly standard on aquatic morphs. That seemed to be the majority of the changes. Becky checked once more, nodded and saved the file.
*** *** ***
She had just pulled out a new file when the woman walked back out from behind the door, her legs clearly shaking from Bo’s ministrations. Becky only caught the briefest glance of her new face, a lovely slit that was soon covered by a paper mask.
Bo slid over, her body still smelling of sex and the cleaning wipes. “Hey gorgeous, are you planning for any more today?”
“We have one more coming in this afternoon, and I suppose we could always get a walk in.” Becky longed to feel Bo’s claws on her skin, it was almost toxic. She knew it was because Bo put of a pheromone, but damn it made just being around her feel good. Becky smiled wistfully.
“So, what are we doing until then?” Bo teased, her tail flicking the edge of Becky’s dress.
Becky had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from suggested they do exactly what Bo was implying. “You are going to go clean the lab, properly. I am going to work on our two-thirty appointment.”
“Aww, do I have to?” Bo’s tail flicked lightly.
Becky hated herself for being strong. She wanted to jump Bo’s bones right now. “Yes. Now put that tail away before we both get in trouble again.”
Bo finally took the hint and went back behind the glass door. Becky breathed a sigh of relief as the air began to clear of the pheromones. Not that they hadn’t had their effect. She was going to need new panties.
*** *** ***
She took lunch at her desk, sipping on water and turning on a sun lamp. It had been a really interesting transition away from most foods. She took in a little extra sugar and some special pills to help with her nitrogen levels, but otherwise she basically lived on water and sunlight. Meanwhile she sat and went over the afternoon file, making sure the packet was together.
She typed in each change again to verify the client’s order. She mulled over the changes that she saw people take. A lot of guys went for larger cocks, horse cocks were really popular, but just as often she saw dog cocks. This one had selected to just increase his natural attributes, forgoing the animalistic shapes that were increasingly popular. A few women seemed to like adding cocks to their repertoire, well Men seemed less interested in doing the reverse and adding a cunt of their own, but enough did she wasn’t surprised when she saw it was checked. Typically, guys kept it small, and tucked behind their balls. She wondered how they managed their first periods, though a few guys made sure to exclude the extra plumbing to avoid that. This one hadn’t so it was going to be the works.
Taking another sip of water, she looked at the other changes. Most of them were things that could be easily hidden. Tails were popular too, and this one had a goat tail checked. She had always been surprised how many took this, but she’d come to realize it was one of the easiest to hide. Reading down the list further she wondered if he wanted udder balls, but no that wasn’t taken. Nothing really overt, like the horns or ears. Becky frowned. She wished more people would push the limits and force society to see their weirdness, but she understood why many wouldn’t. This one had settled for larger more sensitive nipples, again easily hidden with a baggy shirt, at least until his hormones kicked in and he slowly started developing the breasts he’d have if he’d been born a woman. One of the surprises that many men got when they added the internal plumbing but not the boobs. She smiled, a slightly wicked smile.
Sadly, there wasn’t much more for this one. All in all, it would be a moderate change with the extra plumbing but nothing really extreme. Still, Bo would love it as she’d get to break in the new intersex person. She checked the pronouns, he/him. She nodded and updated the forms to make sure they were correct.
*** *** ***
Becky had watched as the middle-aged man had walked through the door. She leaned back; her work mostly done for the day. She gently made a point to make it look like she was working, even as she slid one hand carefully under her dress. Her panties were still a mess from Bo’s pheromones, and at this point she just needed the edge off as she carefully stroked her clit a few times letting herself feel it rise to attention under her fingers. She wouldn’t go so far as to get herself off, but she’d edge a bit for as long as she could without getting caught.
The time passed as she slid her fingers around her mound, letting the sensations build and fall until a click heralded the opening of a door. She swiftly pulled her hand from her panties and quickly squeezed a generous amount of sanitizer on them to cover the smell.
The man hobbled out the door, his face bemused and a bit lost. Clearly Bo had done her work and introduced the new transformee to his lady parts with some level of gusto. Becky smiled at the walk of shame to the car that left a hitch in the client’s stride. She licked her lips wondering how it had been.
A cloud of pungency descended upon her. Bo looked over at her again. “That’s it right?”
Becky nodded, her leaves rustling again. She wanted it; Bo knew she wanted it. “Let me lock up, okay? And you go clean that room!”
“Oh, pooh,” Bo harumphed, “Always clean this, clean that, never any time for fun.”
“If you weren’t making the mess after every client, you might not have to clean so much.” “But it’s so fun!”
“I bet it is, and you leave me smelling you all day while you get to go fuck people senseless in the back.”
“They aren’t senseless, I make sure they can still walk out under their own power.”
“Details, details, go clean.”
Bo disappeared back into the labs as Becky locked the front doors, and started cleaning up her desk. At half passed five they let themselves out once more, Bo now dressed in street clothes, rather than the lab coat she favored while working. Her four breasts stood out proudly, her horns gleamed darkly in the afternoon sun, and her tail thrashed.
For Becky’s part she just took a moment to take in the sun, its warmth driving through her like she’d just hammered back a dozen cups of coffee. She felt wonderful.
Bo started to walk to her car, but Becky grabbed her hand. “Oh, no, you don’t get to leave me on edge like that all day.”
Bo smiled wickedly as she let herself be led to the back of the building. Becky didn’t make any pretenses, it wasn’t the nicest spot in the world, but the wall felt cool against her breasts as she pushed herself up against it, letting Bo’s hands grab her own. She arched her hips back slightly and wiggled as the tail slipped up under the dress and under her panties. The first thrust ramming home and making Becky gasp with pleasure as it hit the nerves. She could feel the tips of Bo’s breasts digging into her back, firm points through the fabric. She gave into the smell of pheromones and let her eyes roll back as each trust of the tail drove her farther over the edge. Bo released one of her hands and she promptly tugged her panties farther down so she could rub her clit in time with the thrusting of Bo’s tail. It finally pushed her over the edge and she let loose a cry that just made Bo slam her tail even deeper one last time before Becky slid to her knees, dripping greenish ooze from her cunt.
Bo licked her lips and stuck the tip of her tail in her mouth to suck off the sugary nectar. “Damn but you always taste great.” Becky just whimpered slightly as she tried to recover from the orgasm that mad her legs buckle and tremble.
“So, see you tomorrow?” Bo said nonchalantly as she wiped the rest of her tail tip clean with her tongue.
Becky, still on her knees, just nodded weakly, “Yeah.” Goddess above she loved this job. | STORY |
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Electric current is the flow of electric charge.
Students will be able to:
Build a circuit to demonstrate the relationship between voltage and current.
Ohm’s Law shows the relationship between voltage and current. It’s usually shown as a mathematical relationship with the formula V = I x R, where V is voltage, I is current, and R is resistance. Resistance is the ratio of voltage to current and the formulas below allow us to calculate any one unknown value:
During group work, note the students’ abilities to build and test for resistance in a circuit. Worksheet activities allow students to show their understanding of the relationship between current and voltage and their ability to calculate an unknown value in the Ohm’s Law equation. | EDUCATION |
My first realization that I would not be who my father wanted me to be was when I was in 8th grade. My last year of junior high I suddenly remembered hearing from years ago "he's going to break so many girls hearts" and when I was thinking about that , I also thought... "Why does it have to be just girls? Or why does it have to be girls at all?".
On my walk home from school that day I had a million thought coming into my mind, I was spiraling. I was almost home when I decided to just start running, and I thought "when I get inside I will go upstairs and go to sleep, and sleep till I stop thinking like this".
As I run in the house I hear my father yell "Hey Rafe, hey Sarah, how was school?". Shit, I forgot Sarah, she is my little sister who at this time was in 5th grade and she was SUPPOSED to walk home with me. Before my dad can say anything more I drop my bag by the front door and run out where I had just come in. I run as fast as I can trying to get these horrible thoughts out of my head while also thinking about my little sister, and trying not to think about how pissed my dad is going to be at me.
After what felt like a marathon I finally made it to my sisters school, she was on a bench in the front of the school waiting for me. I can see she had been crying, her eyes were glossy and her nose was still red, but right now all she looked was angry. I jog up to her and I say to her while trying to catch my breath, "Sarah- I'm so sorry, I -was distracted, as soon as I- stepped in the door I came- right back. Are you ok?", "I'm fine" she said while sniffing. "Come on, lets go home" I said, we walked all the way home in silence, with Sarah occasionally sniffing from the tears she had previously shed. My mind was racing and the only thing I could think about was what my dad was going to do to me once we got home, he had probably already figured out what happened.
Before we walked into our yard I told Sarah I was going to go around the back and climb through the window so I didn't have to see dad. We split before we got into the yard. I am about to open my window when I look through and see my littlest sister ,who we call Wheezie is sitting in my room with my backpack on my bed. Wheezie is homeschooled, my parents are trying to shelter her more then me and Sarah were, third times a charm right? She was only in the third grade and when she reaches junior high she will be in public school.
I slide open the window, she looks over "What are you doing?" she says, "Wheezie get out of my room, you know we can't be in each others rooms" I said. She gets up and starts to walk out, and she is halfway out when I say "Thank you, I love you", she closes the door while saying "You're welcome".
She really saved my ass, there is no way I could have gone back downstairs and see my father today. Who knows what he would have done to me, he does come and bang on my door a few minutes after Wheezie left, "Rafe open your damn door!" He yells. I locked my door right when she left so nobody could come in, thank goodness I did.
I stay in my room for the rest of the night, doing my homework...and thinking, about relationships, ones I could have, and the ones people want me to have. I think about what could happen if I had specific relationships, ones with girls, ones with guys, ones with family and friends. I finish my homework, set out my clothes for tomorrow, and I get ready to wind down. I realize I have not eaten since lunch and I am suddenly starving, I pull out the emergency crackers from my nightstand and ate enough until my stomach stopped hurting from how hungry I was, I always had something to eat and drink just incase I had to hide in my room for a while...away from dad.
I try to fall asleep for over an hour and all I can think about is what people would say when I was a little kid "He's going to break all the girls hearts". I finally fall asleep after 2 hours. But it is no use, I wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming, dreaming about boys.
I try to go to school and act like everything is normal, but from that day forward I had to try and push out these thoughts over and over again. But once it was summer time knew that it would be different, I was going into freshman year, I had more freedom from my family, I could be who I wanted to, and be who I wanted to be with.
The night before my last day of junior high my family and I were eating dinner, talking about how different things will be next year now that I am going into high school and Sarah is going into junior high. I talk to Sarah about things that are different in junior high than elementary school, and after I am done talking my dad decides to give me some advice, some of it was ok, but what really stuck with me was when he said "Watch out for those fags, damn... I hope none of them are on the football team with you". All of a sudden my face turns red and I don't know what part scared me the most the fact that he told me to "watch out for fags" or the fact that I totally forgot about football. | STORY |
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We will now study iteration as explained in Chapter 6 of the book. In Wikipedia, iteration is defined as repeating a process with the aim of approaching a desired goal.
Python provides a number of constructs for iterations (i.e. repetitions) and one of the most useful is the while statement. The statement is used in the following fashion:
while condition: statement1 statement2 statement3 statement4
statements 1, 2 and 3 will be repeated while the condition is True. As soon as the condition becomes False, the while loop stops and statement 4 executes. In other words, this is a possible flow of execution:
statement1 statement2 statement3 statement1 statement2 statement3 statement1 statement2 statement3 statement4
Work out the exercises in section 6.3 (countdown, sequence and num_digits). Comment on the condition used for the while loop in the num_digits function. Is there something better we can use?
Looping constructs can be used to generate tabular data like a multiplication table. Work out the programs in section 6 until part 6.12. The last program can be nicely used to print out any multiplication table e.g.
Programs generally solve a problem. And the steps needed to solve a problem in a satisfactory manner is called an algorithm. Section 6.14 shows an algorithm, Newton’s method for calculating the square root of a number. Run it and make sure you understand how it works. Where does the name algorithm come from?
Work out the exercises 1-9 at the end of Chapter 06. Some of the exercises are relatively challenging but we would advise you to work hard trying to find the solutions. Do not hesitate to contact us if you are stuck. | EDUCATION |
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Moon has come from years of detailed telescopic study and uncrewed and crewed space flight. Seismic detectors left by astronauts record about four hundred weak moon‐quakes a year. The seismic data indicate the Moon's interior is layered underneath a 65‐kilometer‐thick crust made up of basalt and feldspar‐rich rock. Mantle material is inferred to exist beneath the crust. Most scientists think the moonquakes are related to the gravitational pull of the earth, which causes small crustal movements along faults. Seismic calculations indicate the Moon is solid down to a depth of about 1,000 kilometers, the lower limit of the Moon's lithosphere (crust and rigid upper mantle).
The large, smooth lowlands on the lunar surface are regions covered by basaltic lava flows. Geophysical measurements suggest the mountainous regions are isostatically balanced, indicating that at one time the Moon's lithosphere was plastic enough to let the thicker crust “float.” Rock samples retrieved by crewed expeditions consist of feldspar‐rich anorthosite, an igneous rock, and basalt. Age dates vary from about 3.0 to 4.5 billion years—the proposed beginning of the solar system. | EDUCATION |
Relative clauses present a new, more complex way for students to express themselves.
Examine these 3 constructive ways to reinforce relative clauses in writing and speaking, and your students will be making relative strides in no time.
How to Teach or Review Relative Clauses
Observe and Report
It is necessary to carefully introduce relative clauses in a way that is not intimidating and utilize exercises that reiterate effective uses. In the beginning, start with the three relative clauses that students will encounter most. Those are the ones that begin with that, which, and who. That is used for objects and people, which is only used to describe objects, and who obviously describes only people. The most common one used is that, because which can often feel too formal and who is restrictive. However, it is important to practice all three first in speaking and second in writing. Show punctuation as you go, but don't make it the focus of the lesson until they are going to use relative clauses in writing.
A wonderful introductory exercise to reinforce relative clauses is for students to observe people or objects and report back facts that are important. You can devise your instructions however you would like. One possibility is to have them look around the room and create sentences about what they see. You could have them choose one person or one object and try to create as many sentences as they can based on what they observe. They can choose to describe people or objects. First they create basic sentences like, Mary is talking to Juan. Then ask them to add in extra information that they observe or already know. They could call out how one thing relates to another (defining clause) or give extra information about a relationship or object. You may want them to work in pairs to take their basic sentences and add in relative clauses. Ask them to use humor or creativity when approaching the assignment. Some example might go like this:
- Mary is talking to Juan, turns into: Mary, who is wearing a pink hat, is talking to Juan. Or, The girl who is talking to Juan is wearing a pink hat.
- The teacher is sitting at the desk. This could turn into: The teacher who is sitting at the desk is the best teacher in the school.
- The coffee cup on the table is empty could turn into: The coffee cup that is sitting on the table is empty.
Once the students have created a few sentences that include relative clauses, it's a good time to discuss with them whether the clauses are defining clauses or non-defining clauses. This is not only a comprehension check, but can also be used to challenge them to create both kinds of sentences so they can clearly see the difference.
The non-defining clause provides extra information and is not necessary for the sentence to make sense. It tells us some extra piece of information about the subject, and is set off by a set of commas.
John, who is the boy sitting next to Sarah, is often late to class. This is a non-defining clause because it provides extra information. You can remove the clause and the sentence still makes sense. The commas almost act as parenthesis.
Compare that to:
The car that I bought yesterday was expensive. Here the relative clause is identifying which car we are talking about and is necessary for the sentence to make sense. So it is a defining clause.
You can work on the two types of clauses with the above exercise, and work on punctuation when students have grasped the general concept of relative clauses.
Joining Two Sentences
Another way to reinforce relative clauses is to create a matching exercise of definitions. The exercise entails two parts to be joined so that in the end, all sentences on the page make good sense. On one side of the handout have a list subjects to define. On the other side provide the prompt for the relative clause. Students must match all of them correctly otherwise they will be left with definitions that don't make sense. You can focus on a mix of grammar, places, animals, professions, or objects. Some examples are:
An adjective is... an animal/stripes A pilot is... a part of speech/description A zebra is... a place/mail A post office is.. a person/airplane
After they have made all their matches, they must then make correct sentences. An example would be: A pilot is a person who flies an airplane. This is an appropriate activity for recent vocabulary to be mixed with determining whether to use that, who, which, or where for relative clauses. You could alter this by doing it on the board, or by having students create matching challenges for partners as a wrap-up.
One last way to reinforce relative clauses is to look at how we describe people. This would be a good time to focus on writing, punctuation, and creating complex sentences or paragraphs. Honing in on personality traits brings in a topic everyone likes to discuss and provides a stimulating way for students to describe the people important to them. You can vary activities here by playing guessing games or by brainstorming for a short writing assignment. A guessing game could be one that utilizes celebrities or people that everyone in the class knows. One student has a person in mind and students must guess the person by asking questions like: Is she someone who has children? Is he a person who sings? Is he a man who has gray hair. Provide a lot of examples so that students get the idea of the variety of question types they can ask.
For brainstorming, ask the students to pick someone who means a lot to them and have them brainstorm some personality traits that define that person to them. Then challenge them to write a paragraph about the person using relative clauses to provide information in an interesting way. Give them an example:
My mom is a person who is very calm. She never gets upset. She always listens to me, and she is the type of person who wouldn't yell at anyone. She is caring and a person who has great morals. She would never lie, and she is a woman who keeps everyone around her honest.
You can make your example simpler if need be, and give students the opportunity to first write short sentences and then do another activity where they focus on making more complex statements.
By utilizing these 3 ways to practice relative clauses, you will provide your students with the necessary variety to reinforce relative clauses.
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> greater than
< less than
= equal to
Five threes do not equal ten, so you can't use symbols to show that.
You must look at the condition when the expression is greater or equal to zero and the case (condition) when it is less that zero.
Landmasses , map projections that show the correct size of landmasses are called equal-area maps. In order to show the correct size of the landmasses, the map usually distort shapes . This distortion is usually greater at the edges of the map and less at the center
You can use arrows to show that one number is less than another: if a is less than b, you can symbolize that as a<b. If a is greater than b, you can write it as a>b.
"If one proves the equality of two numbers a and b by showing first that "a is less than or equal to b" and then "a is greater than or equal to b", it is unfair, one should instead show that they are really equal by disclosing the inner ground for their equality." My source is linked below.
10>9; 10 is greater (>) rhan nine 9<10; 9 is less (<) than ten
43 > 34 (The bigger side of the symbol points to the bigger number.)
X>Y, Means X is greater than Y, Y>X Means Y is greater, Ok.
24.30 can be written as 24.3 without losing or altering its value since zeros at the end after a decimal point have really no value (except to show precision). So the two are equal. Note that zeros at the end but before a decimal point do have value
The less than sign is used to show one item is less equal that another item. For example four is less than six and is written as 4
It is but you only need to do the greater than, equal to, or less than signs to show what the possible solutions are such as: X > 6 or X = 6 or X < 6 Unless you are told otherwise by a teacher or professor. | EDUCATION |
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In this lesson, students will differentiate between energy levels, sublevels, orbitals, and electrons. Students often confuse these terms related to electrons and this activity should help them develop a stronger understanding of how to distinguish between them.
This activity will help prepare your students to meet the performance expectations in the following standards:
- HS-PS1-1: Use the periodic table as a model to predict the relative properties of elements based on the patterns of electrons in the outermost energy level of atoms.
- Scientific and Engineering Practices:
- Developing and Using Models
By the end of this lesson, students should be able to:
- Distinguish between energy levels, sublevels, orbitals, and electrons.
- Use the periodic table to determine how many electrons in an element are in particular sublevels and energy levels.
- Identify the shape of the s, p, and d orbitals.
This lesson supports students’ understanding of:
- Electron configurations
Teacher Preparation: minimal
Lesson: 30 minutes
- Student activity sheet (per student)
- No specific safety precautions need to be observed for this activity.
- Students should be somewhat familiar with orbitals and electron configurations prior to this activity.
- It would be beneficial to have students check their answers every so often, as they frequently confuse orbitals, sublevels, and energy levels. They will likely make mistakes early on and it’s best to catch them before they complete too much of the worksheet.
- This activity could accompany the Orbitals animation. It could also link to a discussion of electron configurations and this Electron Configuration resource, and quantum numbers, which could be accompanied by this Quantum Numbers resource.
For the Student
Define the following terms relating to electrons in atoms:
b. Energy level:
Answer the following questions about electrons:
- What symbol represents the principal energy level?
- What are the four possible sublevels an electron can occupy?
- How many individual orbitals are in each of the four sublevels from #2?
- Each of the pictures below represents an s, p, or d orbital. Circle the appropriate letter for each picture. Letters can be used more than once.
- How many electrons can fit in an individual orbital?
- What sublevels are available in n = 1? n = 2? n = 3? n = 4? n = 5?
- Circle the orbitals below that do not exist.
- How many total orbitals are in n = 3?
- How many electrons can fit in n = 3?
- How many electrons can fit in all the orbitals on n = 2? n = 5?
- How many total orbitals are present in p and d sublevels? Combined, how many electrons can they hold?
- What is the maximum number of electrons that can fit in 3p? 4f?
- Write the complete electron configuration for Silicon.
- What is the highest energy level that contains electrons? This is called the highest occupied energy level.
- What is the highest occupied sublevel in that atom? How many electrons does it contain?
- What is the highest energy level that is completely filled?
- Write the complete electron configuration for Arsenic:
- What is the highest occupied energy level in that atom? How many electrons does it contain?
- What is the highest occupied sublevel in that atom? How many electrons are in that sublevel?
- What is the last sublevel that is filled with the maximum possible number of electrons? | EDUCATION |
(F tf feral goat tf hybrid goat/woman)
Nancy Dewrain is a rather cute and chubby woman. Her hair a very dark brown and eyes dark blue like the deep ocean. She has quite the belly on her, divided by a round fold where her belly button is hidden, and her fingers are like little sausages. Her weight also gives her meaty thighs capped with a round butt, and her chest adorned with weighty natural H cups that stick out just as far as her belly does!
Nancy ran into some trouble not too long ago however- her home town of Lockwood was hit by a large landslide that buried a quarter of the town... her house unfortunately is among the ruins. Unable to afford an entire new house she had to scramble to look for alternatives to find money. She came across an unusual ad for human test subjects for a company called RHE. It was rather shady- and every attempt to find any information at all on RHE only resulted in her finding other people asking the same questions she was. Figuring she had nothing to lose anyway, she still contacted them and to her surprise three agents appeared the next day at the shelter she was staying at with other victims of the collapse. Honestly most of what they told her went over her head, but they used a lot of fancy science terms and magical references so it sounded like they knew what they were doing. She had to sign a mountain of paperwork, so ended up reading almost none of the papers she was made to sign.
Human testing falls into a grey area in the law in most cases- so to avoid trouble RHE just operates entirely in secret. In order for this to work, Nancy was essentially signing away her body to them for the duration of the test... except if the test works, she will be changed permanently... so the test is never really over. The downside to that is that she has to live on their private island of RHEI, so that the outside world cannot find out what happened to her body. The upside to that is she is indefinitely under RHE's care; they will provide food, shelter, and basic needs for her for the rest of her life. Given her situation in the outside world... sounded like as good of a solution as any. She brightened even more when she was flown to the island in a helicopter and actually seen the island from above! It is a paradise! She was expecting a small nowhere island with a single research building. The main complex itself is huge but the island dwarfs it many times over! The island is bordered by around twenty ice-capped mountains shielding it from the outside world, while the valley between is covered in plains, flower meadows, and forests. And she gets to live here forever for FREE, and never have to worry about money again? Shit- she didn't care if they mutated her into a blob of organs, this was still a sweet deal.
Two women actually signed up at almost the same time. Nancy was designated TS17 by RHE as its 17th test subject, while the other woman- Elena- was designated TS18, even though they technically arrived at the same time.
The older researcher named George was in charge of giving Nancy her injection to start the transformation first, and sat her in a sterile, rather dark room while he placed several smaller tinctures into a mixer to blend them.
"So, you will be receiving caprine genetics, to see how they mingle with your human genes."
"Isn't caprine a constellation?"
"Eh-? That is Capricorn... I- you- goat. You are getting goat genes." The machine stopped shaking and released its grip on the final tincture, so he could slide it into the syringe. "Anyway... oh now I forgot where- oh yes! The goat gene density should result in a half and half, so you will gain a fair bit of animal traits if this goes well, but hopefully still retain enough humanity that it should not interrupt your day to day life in any way."
"So... will I grow and udder??"
George just shrugged. "We don't know. A goat has a two segment udder- so you might gain an udder, but because of the number it may also just add those traits onto the two mammaries you already had by default. That is part of the test- finding out which one the mix leans toward. We have never used goat or sheep traits yet, but you are the 17th subject so we are confident in this test going smoothly, whatever form it results in."
After getting the injection George went to lead her out and Elena entered the room at the same time they were exiting and almost walked straight into Nancy! Elena was being led by the researcher; Gratory.
"H-hey watch where you are going!"
Elena blushed brightly. "Oh sorry, I uh..." She is a very beautiful woman, and almost colliding with her also made Nancy blush.
Gratory sighed, placing a hand on Elena's shoulder to help guide her. "She cannot."
"Huh?" It was only then that Nancy noticed that Elena's irises are slate grey in color. "OH! I am sorry..." Elena is 100% blind.
George lead Nancy out of the main complex and down a long grassy slope from the great plateau the facility sits on and into the valley where the homes of the test subjects are. The test subjects get the entire rest of the island to do whatever they want in! There is even television, radio, and internet access in her new home! It is only one level but modern and it has everything she would need! Once George had shown her around he left her be- telling her he would return tomorrow at noon to check on her. If she needs help before then, there is an enchanted onyx slate on the night table by her new bed that can connect directly to him in the main complex. Since George gave her her tincture; he is now considered her 'handler'.
It did not take her long to start to feel a bit bloated- but not cramped at all. It was a weight and pressure building in her upper crotch. Thanks to her soft belly, she could not see the color of her skin rapidly changing, darkening and the peach pigment fading out as it turned to a grey-pink, grey, and then charcoal in color. She did however find the two bumps as they formed with her hands. Oh! She must be getting an udder then. She never thought about such a thing before, but the idea did seem sort of hot to her. She certainly enjoyed her boobs- now she will basically have a second pair lower down on her body. All the bags with her stuff in it were piled in the bedroom- she could wait till later to unpack. For now she plopped on her new bed and wiggled up fully onto it before pulling her pants and panties down to her knees so she could feel around the area as it changed! That is when she noticed the bedroom door also has a full-body mirror on the back of it; directly across from her bed, so she can now also see her changes.
Her entire body felt a soft pressure in gentle surges, and her skin seemed to oddly be tightening? She was trying to watch her udder forming but was distracted by the pulses and looked around her body trying to spot the difference. Each surge also caused the udder to develop a little bit more. The bumps grew to nubs, to plump nipples, then fat teats and beyond! Two soft hills formed under them, lifting them even further out, and they gurgled softly as alveoli started to form rapidly within to build out the mammary glands rather than simply mold fat into the shape of them. Nancy's eyes flashed wide a moment as she realized what was happening! She is getting thinner! Sort of. Her belly is sticking out less and less, and her entire body is becoming a tiny bit leaner with every surge- while her udder does the opposite. Her udder is absorbing all the fat from the rest of her to pad itself! Oh, but she is rather plump... that means her udder is going to be VERY big for a goat.
Nancy propped herself up on the pillows at the head of the bed and half observed the udder growing into her normal field of view, and half watched it full-on from the reflection across the room. As the udder fattened up and she slimmed down- the charcoal grey flesh it was made of started to break up, creating neon pink cracks that started to widen. The bigger it gets the further it transitions from solid grey to grey blotches. The teats continued to grow too- as long as her fingers and still longer! As thick as the base of her thumb and still wider! Nancy started to breath heavily- the growth created a mild but unrelenting pleasure. Her entire body becoming thinner so rapidly also caused it to sort of feel like the udder was sucking her up, absorbing all of her into its mass- a very odd but not unpleasant feeling. Once each segment of the udder surpassed a D cup breast it became more obvious they were fused together, and not just two displaced breasts. Her teats were so long and fat at the base at this point they looked like large ice cream cones!
Nancy squirmed in place and eventually gave in and grabbed the udder itself. The skin tightened and then loosened in pulses with the growth as well and is extremely rubbery and bouncy. There is a wall of muscle that divides the two segments of the udder and creates the divot in the outer skin- it also holds the udder's shape, in spite of it being almost entirely soft, loose flesh otherwise. She caught the enormous teats in the crook between her fingers and she rubbed the smooth surface of her udder and rolled it up and down- causing the long teats to bob up and down, gently tugging on the skin with their weight. The back of the udder was so close to her pussy it was also unintentionally tugging those nerves too- remotely. Each segment bigger than a honeydew melon and still growing!
Nancy shivered at the bizarre sensation of bone welling up from her skull and pushing against the flesh- horns forming! It hurt for a few moments, causing her to scrunch up her face from the brief but sharp pain before the horns broke the skin and slid out! They quickly pulled the broken skin wide enough that the blood could not escape- but the ends of the horns are still smeared with blood which quickly turns bronze as it rusts in the open air. Her horns are ribbed, so the skin stretches and relaxes over and over from the horns getting wider then narrower as their length slides further and further out. The horns also had a strong backward curve- though their final size was not especially large.
Her udder was now larger than an oblong basketball on either side! Her toes curled from the feeling and she even thrust her hips a few times, seeing if she could grind her crotch into the back of her own udder, but it wasn't amorphous enough to squash backwards into the pocket of her crotch like that. More skin stretching into existence from the base of her groin to contain all the fat her udder syphoned from her. Because it was taking fat from her entire body all at once; the effect on the rest of her was gradual in spite of the speed at which the udder itself bloated. Soon it was like two watermelons side by side! Nancy's breasts were now dwarfed by her udder! Their weight pulled them down harder, causing them to squish out a bit against her body and thighs, but because the skin is so bouncy and taught they still remained relatively round. NOW the underside was starting to squish into the gap between her legs, putting pressure against her pussy immediately behind the base of the mass! It was starting to get hard to even reach her giant teats, because her udder was growing large enough to put them outside of her reach, without squishing the udder in to fold it onto itself. Nancy's belly was also starting to regress enough that she had a full view of the udder past it without using the mirror. Her belly button was once again visible outside of the cleft, but still very deep.
Nancy is panting and rolling the fat, squishing it against her pussy as she gently thrusts up against it. As aroused as she was- she is also nervous about it. Was it going to steal all her fat mass? Because that would make the udder so large that she would be incapable of walking.
"Hnnngh- n-naAAah! N-n-n-a-a-a-a-ah!" She sealed her lips tightly in shock of her moan turned bleating!
She moaned suddenly because her ears tickled! Their shape started to change as the cartilage thinned out inside of them. Muscle gathered in their base where they pinched more and more narrow, giving the ears a leaf-shape to them! Her ears gained the ability to pivot around, though at the moment they are being held straight out off the sides of her head, because of the pillow against their backs.
Nancy's udder finally slowed to a stop. Her figure a bit soft looking, but not at all fat at this point. Her udder on the other hand is boated and round; each segment like a mid-sized beach ball, stretched oblong. With her legs straight, the bottom curve of her udder reaches her knees, and the ends of her teats the middle of her shins! That is a LOT of weight. If her breasts were the same size, she would not be able to stand up- her torso would just fold in half from the weight. But the udder is anchored to her hips- a lower and much better braced center of gravity.
Once the udder slowed the automatic pleasure faded, but her pussy was still blushing and plump from arousal- it wasn't enough to make her orgasm. Nancy rolled over and immediately swatted the pile of belongings over so she could get to a specific bag and rummaged till she found her 'toy'. A wide and rather veiny eight in dildo! She immediately rolled back fully onto the bed and lifted her butt a bit to angle the toy in- wedging the base into the sheets so when she lowered her hips again it would go in instead of just getting shoved back. She moaned and it sounded again like an unintentional bleat. The stiff rubber veins on the dildo each plucked at her opening as it slid in, playing her pleasure nerves like guitar strings. She was already moist so she plunged it all the way in, working up speed faster than normal, since she is starting from a high arousal.
Nancy turned partially onto her side because her tail bone itched, but was too caught up in her pleasure to realize the itch is because her slightly longer tail bone was blooming into a large triangular mass of fur- a goat tail! Starting at the edge of her udder's base, fur started to grow and trail up her torso- following a thin strip up at first but spreading further outward to the sides once it was long enough. Her foot joints clicked as her feet started to lengthen, and compress into a single bone! Her nails darkened and thickened, overcoming the ends of her digits as they became tremendously wide as well- rapidly devolving her feet into small, dainty cloven hooves. Of course; Nancy had no point of reference, or way of knowing how long these test subject transformations took, to know that her own transformation is progressing alarmingly fast.
Her hands started to click and clench up without her meaning to- the body of her hand was trying to fold itself while her fingers stretched out on their own, trying to devolve into hooves as well. Rather than Nancy being alarmed by this the only thought on the matter she produced is; I need to sit up- my hands aren't moving as fast as I want right now. Her ability to concentrate on anything else dwindled quickly as Nancy's pupils stretched horizontally; like the eyes of a goat. She managed to scramble herself into an upright sit, so she could bounce her hips on the bed to piston the dildo without using her hands. Her udder helped yank her down onto it hard, and she bleat in pleasure as it felt almost as if it had grown somehow! Fur from her tail started to wrap around and connect to the growing patch on her underside, and more formed just over the hooves on her legs to reach upward too- all a pale grey in color!
Nancy's mind faded entirely into auto-pilot mode as she only bleats like a goat now. She isn't looking at anything, she is not thinking about anything, she is just bobbing on the dildo and enjoying the pleasure- that is it. A pressure built in her nose and the bridge suddenly let out a loud, hollow pop and became quite wide- which also pulled it flatter against her face, and made her nostrils wider horizontally but more narrow vertically. The cleft from her upper lip to her nose deepened, and her septum grew longer forward, putting her nose almost level with her upper lip! Nancy only balanced herself with her devolving hands somewhat against the bed, so their transformation into hooves went largely unnoticed as well. Her transformation was not supposed to interrupt her normal way of living, but removing her hands definitely would do that. She should be contacting George in RHE to examine her- but her mind was utterly blanked at the moment, and so her unusually strong transformation progressed even further beyond what was supposed to be its limits.
Her entire body started to let off quiet pops and cracks as her overall mass shrank! The dildo felt bigger and bigger inside of her, stretching the walls of her pussy out like never before, which only made her grind down on it even more frantically. Her thighs pulled longer along her body as she socket to her pelvis reshaped, and then with a powerful pop her hips themselves reshaped! She could no longer stand on two legs! The pop shook her entire skeletal structure, causing her entire body to tremble and it still could not shake her from her lust-driven stupor. Her pants and panties were already pulled down, and her frantic motion caused them to shuffle even further down her legs and they popped entirely off when her body size reduced. Her shirt was still on but now it was so big on her that the collar fell off either shoulder and caught on her elbows!
The fur was racing up her body, teasing the borders of her breasts which were now rapidly starting to tighten and shrink! Her neck popped and lengthened a bit, and then her face itself started to stretch! Her face growing out caused her to worry, but her mind still could not articulate conscious thoughts to act on her worry- nor break her desperation of trying to achieve a full orgasm. Nancy was experiencing plenty of mini orgasms along the way- her dildo felt enormous inside of her. She had not shrank that much, but when her overall size stopped shrinking, her actual vulva continued to shrink. Goats have very small genitals- and her toy was bigger than the average human... which means it is a LOT bigger than any normal goat. She did not even slide up and down on it anymore- it was so huge compared to her that it could not move, it was locked in place inside of her, her pussy naturally rippled along it, drawing it in when it clenched and back when it relaxed- which mean it was already moving the dildo as much as it was going to move without the rest of her body getting involved at all. She put her front hooves down on her udder and squished it against the bed with the full weight of her upper body.
Nancy's face started to stretch even further to the point where it was causing her entire skull to deform- her eyes being pushed to the sides of her head by the expansion of her face in between. Hard nuggets formed at the sides of her neck and then drooped down in pockets of loose skin. The dildo started to slide out entirely on its own! Her pussy was shrinking so small that it could no longer hold a dildo of that size; so even though her vaginal muscles were trying to draw it in, it was going in reverse. The veins teasing out of her was causing her pleasure to spike, making her tremble. The fur consumed her neck and then face- her entire body already covered now in mid-length grey fur. When the fur's advance touched the hair on her head; her hair started to fall out to allow the fur to take its place!
Nancy orgasmed powerfully causing her front legs to buckle, and she collapsed face-first into the bed, putting her butt into the air as the dildo was forcefully ejected from a complete lack of room! Her pussy is now too small to use a dildo anymore!
When George arrived to check on her the next day, he found the goat frantically rubbing her pussy against anything solid enough to brace against! She was still horny and trying to get off, but her vulva is too small and tight to fit anything into it! Her shirt was still on, but did not fit at all, it was just draped off her- held on just because the sleeves catch on her arms before it can fall completely off.
"Nancy? Oh... this is not good."
George attempted to get her attention but she did not respond to her name, and continued to frantically find a way to get off. George immediately brought her back to RHE- since she is now small enough to carry. They began running some close tests on her to try and figure out what went wrong. The tincture effects are permanent- so this is actually a rather large problem. She wasn't supposed to turn into a feral goat, but she somehow turned all the way. She had an abnormally huge udder that dragged on the ground when she walks but she doesn't have any mutations... so the tincture worked fine- its effects were just way too much. They did not give her a large enough dose for this to be possible.
At the very least, after running tests and providing her a goat dildo to relieve herself on- the RHE researchers confirmed her brain is still intact. Nancy still has the mind of a human- but when she becomes aroused her goat instincts take over and utterly blank all other thoughts. She cannot resist her instincts in this form, but can otherwise still think normally. After running tests on her blood they found no abnormalities, and confirmed the dose was correct. It was not till their total diagnostic test finished that they discovered the problem- her chakra gates were abnormally wide. These are crossroads in the body where the bioelectrical signals from the brain pass through- they naturally have limiters on to regulate the flow. Hers are unusually loose- which means when the tincture spread the genetic instructions through her body using mana- a form of energy- it spread faster and activated throughout her body far faster than it should have been able to. It is an irregularity so uncommon that RHE did not even think to look for it.
Unfortunately- RHE could not undo their tinctures, and even if there was a reversal process normally, none of her original genes survived to use as a base of what to return to. She could think normally but if she became hungry or horny her instincts black out all thought and she degrades to animal. And in the full body of a goat she could not operate doors, or press buttons to use a television or computer on her own. Though only two other subjects existed there so far- RHE has a secret bunker for subjects who end up like this. Unable to take care of themselves; these subjects are known as Extreme Variants. Nancy was now known as TS17-XV. They created an artificial habitat for her in the underground bunker, starting with an apartment inside of a much larger chamber within the facility- so she can feel like she is living somewhere more normal than she actually is. They grew a real section of lawn for her outside of it and enclosed the entire habitat with a holographic projection of blue sky, so from the inside it looks like it is outside. For a good many years this is how Nancy lived. She could be let out into the rest of the island, and she met with various other subjects over the years as RHE's collection of human tests grew past 100 people. They promised her to one day find a better solution than her artificial home, and escorted visits to the real island... but she did not hold out much faith. She has no human genes left to replicate from, and in spite of supposedly being working on this solution for many, many years- there was no real news on it. Nancy had all but forgotten that they were even working on it, passing off mentions of it as them simply trying to make her feel better.
Life as a goat was not bad anyways. She has a large goat dildo to pleasure herself on- suction-cupped to her wall to ride. Her gigantic udder gives tons of milk and it feels divine to be milked! The suction cups of the milking station for her are very gentle, and the suction is very targeted so it gets the milk flowing fast and strong without disturbing or irritating any of the surrounding skin. The strong jets of milk itch the inside of her gigantic teats, touching her in places that are literally impossible to touch otherwise. She leaves the bunker fairly often as well- she just needs someone else to go with her when she does. Either an RHE staff member or another test subject- doesn't matter. Since she still has a human mind, TS19-XV; Eve often invites her over with others to play board games, because Eve is an extreme variant too and lives just a habitat over from Nancy. No test goes 100% to plan; that is why they are tests. Things are supposed to go a little wrong so that RHE can learn from it. Nancy has seen some wild bodies produced over the years from these tests- dragons, horses, cows, dogs, bugs, sheep, donkey, snails, pangolin, all sorts of creatures of all sorts of sizes! But the one thing everyone had in common? Everyone learned to live with the body they end up with, and RHE does everything in its power to make their life a good one on this paradise island. So, sure; Nancy was stuck as a goat. She wasn't upset by it, she still lived a good life.
Nancy was completely confused when Daniella Seraphica approached her with the good news many years later.
"Miss Dewrain! It is time! Your copy of the MK2 Tincture is complete! We can turn you back hum- er... well, human... esque. More human than you are now anyway."
Honestly they did not know how human it would make her because the MK2 tinctures had to be super-specialized to the specific subject in order to work at all, so it was impossible to know ahead of time just how well it will work, but after over 100 test subjects; RHE had a pretty damn good grasp on what works and what doesn't. They used several human gene samples in an attempt to re-create a gene as identical to her original as possible. By using many human samples she cannot fully resemble or sync up to an existing person, and they used their advanced AI; ALUA to simulate what a mature human with those genes would look like- matching the results to Nancy's original form, to create a look-alike if nothing else. The MK2 Tincture isn't meant to turn her completely back into a human; ideally it turns her into a half n half, like she was originally supposed to be. It is fighting against artificial goat genes now though... so there is still a chance of mutation.
George; Nancy's original handler was already quite old when she originally came to RHEI, so naturally he has long since retired. Daniella is the researcher who led the research team that created the MK2 tinctures so she would naturally be the one to administer this dose regardless- which then makes her the handler for anyone who has been re-transformed. Thus far, Tolli Burganred and Julius Wingael have had their MK2 tinctures and successfully reverted to a functional state.
Nancy did not react to the news at all- it was so unexpected her brain was having a hard time even processing the information. The MK2 thing was real? They were not just saying that?! Daniella lead her up the back of the hidden bunker to a supply elevator and used that to take Nancy up into the main complex without having to take her outside. The bunker is directly below the main complex- though its primary entrance is the one that leads out into the valley. Daniella walked over the tincture mixer- the MK2 tincture already loaded and mixed while she went to retrieve Nancy.
"This has been a long time coming! Today you will finally be re-transformed!" She went to pull the tincture out but the metal tab clinked and broke off- the tiny screw holding it in vibrated loose. Daniella looked at Nancy who was bleating nervously now. "Oh- no no! The tincture is fine, this is just a handle, this doesn't matter." She let it fall to the floor. "It just pops the vial out easily, it isn't needed, I will..." She opened her hand toward the vial but it is rather deep in. "I will... just... uhm...?" She tried to get her fingers around it, but the machine was meant to let the tab pop it out for you, so her fingers could not fit around it. "Maybe get something to wedge in there and pry it out?"
Nancy was bleating even louder now, and turned to leave but the door was closed behind them, and as a goat she is unable to operate door handles. Daniella ended up folding a sheet of paper, slipping it in behind and around the vial and then grabbing either end to pop it out that way. She knew Nancy is nervous- and why not, the last time she was transformed she turned into a feral goat. But they were accounting for her wide chakra gates this time, and they had done a hundred humans tests since then! Daniella gave her the injection and then escorted her back to her habitat. The mini-house in her habitat is actually identical on the inside to the apartments the researchers themselves live in. Nancy already felt weird by the time Daniella left her again.
Her head started to feel too heavy for her head, like she was over-tired without actually being tired. Her thoughts felt like they were sinking into a thick sludge; muddled and slow. She was going to get something to drink but moved slowly and felt dizzy; her front legs collapsed on the way to the sink and she face-planted the floor. Even if her back legs gave out completely she cannot lay down belly-down because her udder is far, far too big to drop her lower half. If her legs don't hold her butt up, her tits will. Her body still responded normally but there was no strength at all behind her movements- she suddenly became weak as a newborn kitten, she did not have the strength to push her own body forward or hold herself up!
Her muscles surged in a ripple through her entire body, and then stretched! They felt plenty powerful, but only when they twitched on reflex to the transformation- not when she consciously tried to move them; the transformation was re-routing all her strength. Her front legs grew so fast they propped her up without actually using the muscle, shoving down onto the floor till the elbows held her steady for a moment before they popped out to the sides and she once again fell flat. The cannon bones on her arms shortened a bit, and her dew claws started to branch- the bones inside becoming longer and the muscle and tissue allowing them to divide further from the others as well, evolving into thumb-like digits! The hoof segments on their ends remained completely unchanged, but she could now pivot the digits out to the sides or crook them and wiggle them around on their own! The stolen mass from her cannon bone also restored some length and mobility to the primary segments, allowing them to function as incredibly large fingers. Though it still looked like she had regular cloven hooves she essentially has two fingers and two thumbs her arm now- she can hold and manipulate objects again!
Nancy bleat reflexively as her udder felt tight, starting to compress into itself and shrink! At the same time an outward pressure and gentle heat built in her chest as it started to bubble out! Her endowments are flip-flopping back, losing her udder to regain her breasts! Wait... RHE better have accounted for some extra muscle and bone strength, because her udder is many times larger than her breasts were so if they transfer at the same size she might not be able to stand up. Her butt slowly lowered since her udder was the only thing holding it up. Her legs caught on the floor, putting pressure on their joints since they aren't meant to spread like that, but just as she was about to try and shift her weight the joints popped loudly! Her legs went numb for a brief moment and then tingled back awake from the shock of the sudden internal movement! Her hips reformed! Her leg joints returned to a human shape! She can stand on two legs again!
Like a powder; her fluffy and slightly shaggy pale grey goat fur started to fall out, revealing her bare flesh for the first time in ages. Her midriff sunk in suddenly, winding her for a moment and then her ribs compressed in, shoving wider which for a moment forced her arms inward, flopping her over onto her side since Nancy still had no strength to move deliberately. Her arms started to tingle with numbness because her ribs were putting too much pressure on them, but then with a rather wet sliding sound her shoulder blades drew closer to her spine, lifting a bit as the socket for her arms shifted inward on them, drawing her arms further out and back- resetting them for a human shaped torso.
Her bleating became stuttered as her facial expression scrunched up from the feeling as her entire skull started to compress in and round out! Her muzzle is sinking back in! The fur on top of her head starts to rapidly get longer as the fur on her face and neck starts to slough off entirely! She lets out a short human sounding yell in surprise and a brief pain erupts by her temples! Bone ruptures the surface as a slight mutation arises- and she rapidly starts to grow a second pair of horns immediately behind the first pair! They are so close the base of the two sets rub against one another as the second grows out! The second surpass the first in length in a matter of moments, and also grow into a different shape. These horns grow out, then twist slowly, forming a very large loose spiral- ending with their tips facing forward again though a good distance off from her head! These horns belong on a much larger species of goat- likely a mountain goat.
Her ears also start to grow larger- mostly in length. Her eyes shifted forward again as her face continued to compact- once again causing the vision of either eye to overlap in the middle; restoring her forward vision to full rather than peripheral. Once it slowed to a stop her human face was not completely restored- but it was close. The bridge of her nose was still wider than it sticks out from her face, ending in a rounded triangular end, and the cleft in her upper lip remained connecting to its end, but it was no longer a muzzle. Even once the fur fell out and restored her peach toned skin- the skin on the end of her nose matched her lips instead which are the charcoal grey of her transformed state. Her pupils retained their rectangular shape, but the irises contracted inward, once again revealing the whites of her eyes and causing their dark blue iris to be clear again. As a goat; her iris are so wide they hide the whites... which also causes the blue iris to become so dark that her eyes looked black.
Nancy tried to lift herself but closed her eyes and bowed her head from the sensation of her ears and hair growing. Her hair was growing at an alarming speed- apparently trying to make up for all the years it wasn't around to be able to grow out. It retained an unusual softness for hair, like her fur- it also retained the grey color her fur had, not her original dark brown hair color. Her ears are becoming so long and loose that they cannot hold themselves up anymore and flop completely over, starting to look more like they belonged on a lop-eared rabbit than a goat! They became so long they formed loose spirals! The ears of a young Damascus goat! A goat that is both infamous for being impossibly angelic and cute when it is young- and abhorrently ugly when it is matured. The waddle remained on her, though the loose skin holding the vestigial nuggets tightened and smoothed out- so the waddle regressed to nothing more than a hard rubbery bump on either side of her jaw, behind the hinge. Though the fur fell out; her neck remained the same length, making it slightly too long for a normal human.
As if to help her get off the floor- her rapidly enlarging breasts shoved out against the floor and caused her to rise on their hot rubbery flesh as it billowed out bigger and fatter! Her udder is getting so small now that the remaining milk inside is being forced out for lack of room- which really isn't helping her summon any of her muscle strength. She moans and shivers from the pleasure of the milk automatically erupting from her shrinking teats. Nancy shakily managed to get up onto two hooves now- her leg joints shifted to those of a human, but the outward shape of her legs did not seem eager to change, and her hooves have made no attempt to shift back to feet. When her udders became so small that their curvature started to flatten- her fur started to grow in at the edges, eager to consume the bare flesh.
By now the hair on her head is so long it is at her thighs, but because it is soft like fur it is also very fluffy- causing it to billow out like a monstrously huge mane! Her loose spiraled ears are so long they can touch the tops of her boobs!
"H-ha-a-a-aallo? Oh! I ca-a-an talk! Oh Gods, I forgot what my own voice e-e-e-e-even sounded like."
Nancy used her new hand-hoof hybrids to grasp the billowing tit flesh on her chest. Her udders were dwindling into nothing down below but her breasts were nowhere near done growing. Nancy is still wobbly and weak, so she takes a few steps further toward the kitchen and uses the counter to hold her tits up from below, feeling her fat spreading across the cool counter top. She also realized when she had to lean over the counter a bit- Nancy's overall size has increased back to its original proportions. The fur did not seem to leave her lower body- it covered her butt and to the base of her tail in the back, and trailed a little bit higher up in the front- touching the bottom of her belly button before stopping. All the fur on her upper body however was gone now.
Her breasts were the size of small beach balls at this point, then medium sized beach balls! Their shape was a bit oblong, but the skin freakishly taught- the enhanced muscle structure of her udders transferred to her breasts as well, allowing them to hold their shape impossibly well. This gave her breasts a sort of 'torpedo-tit' shape to them. Since they had regrown from nothing- her nipples had regular flesh tone to them when her breasts first re-formed, then the pigment deepened to a neon pink instead of peach. As they grew bigger and fatter the nipple and areola darkened more to a diffused red, then pale brown, dark brown, and deeper still to the charcoal grey her udder's splotches had been! Her breasts seemed to stop growing at an immense size between a medium sized beach ball and one of those giant party sized ones- but the pressure inside of her tits did not go away. It is like they are trying to still grow, but can't. Nancy squashed them into the counter harder with her hand hooves and rolled back and forth- aggressively kneading the obese flesh.
The pressure concentrated forward when she pressed in, and erupted into her areola! Her areola formed chambers for storing pre-made milk, causing them to inflate outward into their own curvature separate of her breasts! Her nipples then thickened and grew longer and heavier! More than just the mass of her udders transferred to her breasts! Her mega-teats did not leave her. Longer and fatter than any of her fingers her teats swelled and bloated, flopping around off the end of her tits with a rhythm entirely their own. Heck- they were bigger than the dicks of any of the men she has slept with. The areola continued to inflate rounder as well, forming almost perfect half-spheres off the front of her breasts. The base of her monolithic teats became so wide they matched the curvature of her areola, turning the entire structure into a giant rounded cone! The giant tits of a goat- except adorning humanoid breasts now!
After several moments more, Nancy determined her transformation was likely done. Because the chakra gates in her body are so wide, the energy flow is very rapid- she cannot transform slowly. She trot over to the bathroom and looked at herself, a bit puzzled by how youthful she looked. Her hair was grey sure, but not a silver grey like an elderly human. It has been at least twenty years since she first arrived on the island and she was already 25 when she first arrived... she does NOT look like a 45 year old woman right now. If anything maybe a year or two younger than when she first arrived? When Gabriella came to check in on her- she explained that RHE actually did not know what her age is anymore, it is sort of impossible to calculate. Cells wear out as they reproduce- a copy is never the same as the original. You die of old age when the cells quality has degraded too far to be functional. But the transformation alters the genes- which means the cells you create from then on are entirely new- an original, not a copy. This unintentionally has the effect of reversing your age- though obviously it would not affect the other parts of aging, so it can't turn you into a kid or something- it won't reverse puberty or anything like that. So her life expectancy automatically goes up considerably when she turned into a goat... but now she has transformed a second time, once again extending it. Her actual age is no longer representative of her body's age- she is half as old as she should be, at absolute most. It is almost like a hard reset- returned back to a shape and an age from before she became an XV- to replay things the correct way.
The first thing Nancy wanted to do was run over to Eve's habitat to tell her the good news! Eve's habitat looked like a regular house for a test subject, except it's also encapsulated in armored metal to deafen outside sounds. When she wants guests- she teleports them into the house. Eve is fairly tall but not at all big- her frame is very petite. Her skin is such a pale color it almost looks white, but is covered in black splotches like a cow in spite of not having any fur. Her breasts are an extremely impressive E cup, which look all the larger in comparison to her frail figure. From the knees down her legs are shaped like a scrawny bovine, and she has a tasseled cow tail adorned in a pretty pale pink bow. The only color on her body really is the pastel pink of her udder, her nipples, and her lips and nose. The end of her nose is boxy- making it look like she has a cow's face without having any sort of actual muzzle. Her ears are huge and leaf shaped- usually flopped over because they are ultra-sensitive. Eve has an udder but it is not nearly as impressive as her breasts- the entire udder is only a bit bigger than a basketball, and the teats are chubby but quite short. She was made to be able to get an unusual amount of pleasure from being milked- to the point where she can essentially orgasm milk. What made her an XV subject however... the test also increased all sensation and all emotion. Eve is ultra-sensitive to... everything.
When Eve let Nancy in she froze up in confusion at first, not even being able to recognize her. Then her eyes started to water and she immediately collapsed to her knees bawling.
"Aaww, Eve it's okay! Calm down! Hehe~" Nancy knelt down to hug the smaller woman.
"I... I know but- but... you're so pretty! I am so ha-appy, aaaaah." It took Eve over a minute to steady herself and stop bawling. All her emotions are doubled over- so big moments are cripplingly intense for her.
Nancy had to be careful not to turn her head too fast- her second set of horns are very long and all of Eve's walls are draped in curtains of pastel colors that could get caught on the sharp tips. "I don't e-e-even know where to start! When I turned into a goat I was only the 17th test subject. Now there is over a-a-a-a hundred. I need to introduce myself to SO many people!"
Eve thought about it for a moment, crossing her arms and legs as she sat down on the floor- the floor of her entire house is covered in pastel colored cushions so everything in her house is soft. "Well I dunno about everyone. I don't know anyone who knows more than half of the other test subjects." Eve put a hand over her enormous tits, feeling her heart racing. "I am getting nervous just thinking about it..."
Nancy blushed. "Well... there was one specific thing I wanted to look into... bre-e-e-eder boys?"
Eve's face immediately turned so red it looked like she burst a vein. She placed her hands on her cheeks and made a high pitched squeak as she closed her eyes and shook her head several times.
"Y-you want sex?" She was clenched up so tight her voice sounded like a squeak.
Now Nancy blushed a bit too. "Yea... w-well, you knew about how I went full feral whene-e-e-ever I got aroused as a goat, yea? Well I want a recent memory of doing it with a hum-mm-ma-A-A-a-an...ish form, to override those memories. To help me feel more human aga-a-ain!" Since neither of them are wearing any clothes, she reached down and pat her crotch. "And as a goat I was far too tiny for any of the breeders to even think about helping me-e-e-e, so I haven't had a real cock in... literally decades."
Eve's teats blushed a bit brighter pink and stood up in unintentional arousal; her horniness can be double-dose too, so it doesn't take much to set Eve off. "W-w-well I go to Vivi, she is not only another XV she is also, well, another woman."
"Yea... I but... hmm, I remember a guy... uh... Bernard?"
"Mostly horse, two dicks that are both colossal, huge balls, muscular-"
"Yea! That is him! When I seen him though, Ma-a-a-aple was giving him a tour of the bunker. So, he is kind of with her, ya?"
"Mmmmm, well he is a breeder boy- you can reserve him. He is usually hanging out with Maple though. I think they are more friends than lovers."
"Oh what about tha-a-at Duncan guy?!"
"He is a normal human mostly- but his uh... endowments, can be whatever shape you want."
"Aaahaha, yeaaa that is what I am talking about! Now that I have a-a-a-a-a regular pussy again I wanna stretch it around the biggest, fattest cock I can fit!!" Nancy paused a moment, blushing a bit deeper. "I think spending so long as a goat turned me into a bit of a pervert..." She grinned, seeing how Eve was breathing heavier now and her blush wasn't fading. "But all this sexy talk ha-a-a-a-as gotten you fired up, huh? I couldn't leave you in this state!"
"Wuh- wait... I uh... uh... u-uhhhno!"
Nancy crawled forward on her hooves and knees and Eve squirmed back, flopping onto her back while Nancy crawled over her. Nancy placed the hoof segment that is her index fingers onto either nipple, pushing in and up to face the breasts straight up and just loosely hold them in place, then rolled the nipple around; rocking the tit flesh in a circular motion as well under them. Eve almost immediately started to squirm- all sensations are doubled, so the pleasure spikes high almost immediately, causing her to writhe in place. Nancy's even more enormous tits cradled the bottom of Eve's as well as cupping either side of her torso- the fat mega-teats bent against the cushions below. Nancy shifted further forward and bumped Eve's hot pussy with her knee and Eve immediately started to tremble! She squeaked long- raising in pitch as her pleasure kept spiking higher! Even without Nancy moving more, her pleasure magnifies itself, so her point-of-no-return is a lot lower than most people; before she just keeps rolling forward into orgasm regardless of what she does beyond that point. Before her shrill cries ascended into a scream of white-hot pleasure; Nancy kissed her, silencing the small shuddering woman! Her body squirmed violently, her eyes wide from sensory overload! All four teats on her udder and her chubby nipples on her breasts all erupted hot streams of milk at Nancy over her! Eve's body arched from extreme pleasure as she exploded in a milky orgasm!
Nancy broke off the kiss so Even could try and catch her breath, and gently pat her head as she continued to tremble. "You're so cute."
"Haa-aah...ahnn... thah-... thanks..?"
Nancy cradled Eve for a bit to let her settle back down, and then Eve insisted on letting her help Nancy with her untamed hair! Eve took great pleasure in combing out all the fluffy hair meticulously, patting it every so often to enjoy its fluffiness. Nancy told her where to cut it- just slightly lower than her shoulders. Anything more than that is just too much. Eve cut it all the same length, then helped her braid the front and looped the braids around the base of her double set of horns!
Eve giggled. "Never need a hair pin again- your horns can hold it for you!"
Afterwards Nancy slipped back out into the bunker to shuffle her way back to her place and contact Duncan, but then hesitated. She doesn't have her own house like everyone else yet- because she was an XV. Her apartment isn't very big, it would be sort of cramped in there with an impossible well-endowed guy in addition to her. Her huge tits take up almost half as much space as the entire rest of her body, so it is a bit cramped even by herself at this point. Should she just wait till RHE gets a proper house for her in the valley? That might be a day or two. She would take it elsewhere, but where? She could go to his house, she supposed, but wasn't really up for doing something like that in unfamiliar territory.
Nancy huffed in frustration and spun around- going toward the main bunker doors instead. Maybe she will just wander around outside, clear her head and maybe some of the horniness with fresh air. Before she could get to the giant pressure-sealed hanger door, a woman phased through the several foot thick metal door like a ghost! Both women were startled by one another and neither said anything for a moment.
The other woman is Mel Tranquillen- the first XV subject ever. She looks like an average, lean woman with no real curves- her chest adorned with breasts no larger than C cups. Also unlike most other subjects- she is actually wearing clothes. Black and white sneakers, black shorts with purple trim, and a ratty old band shirt that is so worn out you can no longer tell what the image on the front was supposed to be- and it has several holes in the shirt where she used to wear pins; you can even see part of her areola through one of the holes because she wears no bra. Her eyes are seafoam green and her hair a dark brown like Nancy's former hair color- and it hangs to her shoulders. Mel's breasts contain a break in the dimensional barrier between multiple universes- so normally her tits are an unfathomable size, and lactate a literally infinite supply of milk, but she can undo it with the snap of a finger and return to this state; her pre-test body. At the risk of cancelling the spell entirely; Mel cannot keep the effects repressed for too long, and she certainly cannot walk around with breasts almost a hundred times her body size when the portals are open, so generally she is suspended from the roof in her own habitat- which is a space the size of an aircraft hanger.
"How did you... walk through the door??"
"/noclip, duh." She smirked. "I just traded the superposition of another version of me that was already past the door." She looked Nancy up and down. "Did... RHE really take in a new test subject? Wow. You don't look like a XV though..."
"N-no, it is me. Nancy."
"TS02?"
"TS17, Dewrain. Nancy Dewrain."
"Aaoohh- the goat?! They... re-transformed you?"
Nancy crossed her arms under her breasts, unintentionally hiking them up and even further out from her. "Yup! New and improved, TS17-MK2. I just turned back late yesterday, so I still don't have a home in the valley."
"Well, grats. That is a platinum achievement right there."
"Maybe you can teach me how to game now that I have hands again, haha."
"Oof, yea. Just... nothing competitive- I don't smurf and I'd rather not tank my rank, heh."
"So, what were you doing out and about?"
Mel blushed a bit, glancing away. "Well... I dunno, I uh... was playing with some pervs and their dumbass conversations started to work me up, so I got this dumb idea to go hang with one of the breeder boys- ya? That is what most people on the island would do buuut I got cold feet real fast and immediately came back. I don't know any of them, and I almost never wander around outside the bunker so everyone is always surprised and making a big deal about me showing up like I am the fricken boss monster. Eh, wasn't worth it."
"Aww, but you gotta take care of your own needs too right?" Nancy blushed. "Oh- I guess you have... RHE provides you with whatever you'd... need."
Mel grinned mischievously. "Never thought I would make the horny goat blush."
"W-well I am human now! Mostly human."
Mel shrugged. "I don't need toys- I have myself."
"Your... other selves you mean?"
Mel nodded. "Infinite Mel in infinite universes- there are Mel who were not born female, there are Mel who were not even born human- heck there is a Mel in a universe where nothing can hold a permanent shape, so her body is just like... amorphous. I don't... like that universe..." She cocked an eyebrow. "What were YOU doing?"
"Getting my mind off... stuff like that. I was also thinking of ordering myself a breeder boy but... I don't have an actual house yet, and I don't wanna do it in my habitat, it would just feel weird now that I am human again. Half human again I mean. Er, I mean I was fully human before b-"
"Yea I get it." There was a long pause- both women blushing at one another before Mel spoke up. "You know... I could take care of that."
Nancy turned to her right, looking into the giant space that is Mel's habitat. "Uh... in there? You don't even have a bed, you just sleep on your own tits."
Mel took her hoof hand with a grin and it felt like Nancy had fallen through the floor! The entire universe seemed to peel away and in a flash of colored light, a new universe opened up behind her and swallowed her into it! She appeared outside on some sparse grass and would have fallen backwards but Mel still has her hand- and is holding her up by it!
Nancy looked around confused trying to figure out where they were. They are surrounded by ice-capped mountains all around them in a dish-shape... this is RHEI. There is no homes in the valley though, no paths, no walkways on the great plateau. The grassy slope that leads from the plateau into the valley is missing as well- there is just a sheer cliff! They are on the great plateau right now, where the oak tree is supposed to be, but it is also missing as well as the entire RHE main facility!
"W-wuh?"
"Time is desynchronized in this universe- this is RHEI before it was founded. RHE hasn't arrived here yet in this universe. So- Private Island all to ourselves."
Mel motioned to several large boulders half-sunken into the ground they could use to lay on. The rocks have been drinking in the tropical sunlight and were quite warm to the touch. Most of the plateau is covered in large wildflowers that have really prickly leaves- so it wouldn't be a good idea for Nancy to wander around without anything on her legs. Her hooves would be immune but her ankles aren't. Nancy climbed up and rest in the crook of two touching boulders. Her enormous tits divided themselves when she lays back and rest on either of her sides- so her arms and loosely hugging their outer curves without even meaning to.
Mel's pants just fell through her onto the ground- phasing herself partially out of this dimension to remove them without even needing to bend over. Her pubic hair is a neatly trimmed triangle- and just above it she actually has a small tattoo that is almost unnoticeable. It is just a tattoo of a lemon seed; her gamer tag is 'Lifegivinglemons'. Mel clapped a hand over her crotch and smiled as she pulled it away and the air between her crotch and hand seemed to collapse in on itself and suddenly there was an eight inch dick there! A pair of balls in a loose scrotum flopped down from the base of the dick- covering her pussy but not replacing it. Mel can channel any aspect she herself possesses from any of the infinite universes- so she can technically turn herself into anything. Hell, you can outright kill her and she won't actually die; she also has an infinite life hack.
Mel grinned wide. "Mmm... how big is too big?"
"I uh... actually don't know. As a goat I was too tiny to do it with anyone- I don't know how big I am."
"Hrm, better play it safe then." Mel tightened her grip on the shaft, compressing it a bit then slid her hand up it- altering it to be slightly less thick to start with.
Mel climbed over the blushing Nancy and had to wedge her hands in between her torso and tits in order to hold herself up. This isn't Mel's first time playing with having different genitals of course, and she thrust in slowly at first. She made micro-thrusts, edging a bit further in with each. Nancy lolled her head back with her eyes closed and moaned- it had been so long since she felt an actual dick inside of her. Being a goat made her so horny all the damn time, but dildos were her only option. Not anymore!
"Hmmmm, you can... mmm, bigger..."
"Gladly."
Mel thrust fully in and closed her own eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of sinking deeper into Nancy's soft, wet passage without actually moving her hips! The phallus enlarged and the balls grew too- sinking low enough to pat Nancy's butt cheeks with each inward thrust. The flesh also darkened though. The shadow of large, dark veins dug up her midriff from the base of her crotch and with each thrust now the foreskin seemed to somehow draw further down the shaft, like peeling a banana! Nancy realized Mel was taking from a version of herself that is a horse! She is a test subject, which means there are universe in which RHE tested horse genes on her. Thanks to her association to RHE there are many Mel's who are only partially human, or not human at all.
"Hold your breath a second."
"Huh?" Nancy gasped as a massive shadow appeared over her!
She held the gasp as the giant boobs clapped down on top of her own! Mel instantly gained a pair of tits almost twice as big as Nancy's! If she wasn't holding her breath, their falling on her would have knocked all the air out of her lungs. The wobbling of Nancy's breasts guided Mel's now huge tits to either side enough that the two women could still see each other in the valley between. In regard to her position over Nancy; Mel's breasts were flopped almost straight upward from her torso. The much larger breasts fit perfectly over the upper slope of the smaller ones- presenting their broad fronts to Nancy and casting her head in their shade! Her nipples and areola did not seem to grow with the breasts- making them look comically tiny in comparison.
Mel's dick continued to turn more equine; more length slid out of the pussy, then she nudged Nancy down by her thighs to slide it back in fully, then even more grew out- so it was like thrusting in and out except neither of them were moving their hips. What had been the foreskin peeled further back as the rest advanced forward, but it also thickened tremendously- at the halfway point it divided into two separate layers, and the rim of the inner layer bulked up to form the equine medial ring. The even thicker flesh of the outer layer pulled back to form a sheath around the very base.
Nancy let out long, breathy bleats in pleasure, feeling the glans of the interdimensional phallus changing shape inside of her- flaring wider when it draws back to grip the walls of her pussy and stretch the flesh back trying to stay as far in as possible. Even fully in, there was three inches of shaft that could not fit inside- Mel was bumping against the cervix; that is the end of the road. Mel cried out in surprise a moment and seemed to jerk upright a moment, and there was a loud pop of bones re-setting! It took Nancy a moment to realize what caused her to pause her thrusts a moment- all four of her limbs became equine halfway down.
"Did... you mean to do that?"
"No, but, it's whatever."
She started thrusting again- the now black glossy black scrotum patting Nancy's butt with every thrust. "Ha-a-a-a-a-ah~! Moaar~"
Mel raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I already can't fit it all in, what would the point of more be?"
She pulled out a moment and flopped the massive phallus onto Nancy's stomach, pointing to the edge of where the glossy layer of vaginal lube ended- not the very bottom. Nancy was hypnotized for a moment just looking at the massive thing, the fat, round veins as they pulse, how the shaft itself becomes shinier when it throbs and pulls the skin as tight as it can go, the stiff but soft bumps and dips of the equine glans.
"Can you... is it possible to make just the glans bigger?"
Mel huffed with a smirk. "Yea..." She thrust her hips forward so the dick pushed in between all four giant boobs. "Say when."
The head pulsed tight and flared, but relaxed for only a fraction of a second before pulsing into a full flare again- slightly bigger than the last. Each flare stretched the glans bigger and wider, also drawing the last tenth of the shaft wider to try and support it properly! The divot around the urethra was so deep she could not see the bottom. Each of the bumps on the edge of the corona were the size of a large bead! The urethra drooled pre and Mel kept inching forward, smearing a trail of wetness up Nancy's chest. Nancy looked completely spaced out as the glans came closer and closer to her face, and she breathed deeply and filled her lungs with its smell. Three times as wide as the rest of the shaft- it was starting to resemble an open umbrella! It was stretched so impossible wide you could use it as a dinner plate!
When Nancy finally said it was enough, she did it with a voice that was barely a whisper. She was breathing rapidly and almost delirious with horniness- it has been so long since she had a real cock and this was by far the most impressive one she had ever seen in her life regardless. Mel pulled back, pausing for a moment while the giant dick wobbled quite a bit because of how much weight was concentrated on just the end of it, then once it was steady she pushed back against Nancy's pussy. Then pushed harder, and the lips parted across it, but it still didn't go in. Then pushed harder, thrusting a bit to try and shove the rest in. The head was deforming by the force to try and fit but it was still too tight. Mel had to hook her horse hooves around Nancy's thighs and yank her down hard- finally popping inside! Nancy practically screamed from the sharp pleasure! The walls of her vagina stretched around the giant glans so tightly she was like a human condom! You could clearly see where the head was inside of her from the massive bulge on her lower body. The dick slid in, stretching her out and dragging the bumpy corona up the walls of her pussy, causing her to writhe below. Because it created an airtight seal, when Mel pulls back it feels like her cock is going to drag out all Nancy's internal organs with it- her passage actually collapses in on itself from suction.
Mel smiled, pausing for a moment before reaching down and nudging her balls as they did little hops in the scrotum, raising higher with each one. "Get ready."
"H-huh?"
In a surge a pair of phantom balls twice the size of her own appeared over hers, and then pulsed fully into reality- and then a pair twice the size of those over that! Her balls were absolutely monstrous just as she climaxed! The vacuum created by the giant flare immediately went away as the pressure reversed thanks to the cum which was also trapped in front of the glans! Nancy bleated loudly and squirmed in orgasm of her own as her gut bulged out! There was so much cum it was forcefully shoving the dick back, pushing Mel out of Nancy with liquid pressure! Mel managed to cum so hard that she rocketed herself out of Nancy in a massive burst of hot sticky goo!
Reality seemed to distort a moment, like looking at a painting someone spilled water on. Everything rapidly shifted and reformed into the image of the hidden bunker! Mel was perfectly normal again- though her pants were still around her ankles. Nancy was about to collapse to her knees still shuddering in orgasm, but Mel caught her and held her up.
"Woah there- floor is metal here. Not the most comfortable to flop over on."
"Wuh... what... what ha-a-a-a-a-a-appened?"
"Brought us back to our original universe. I may have infinite lives- but I have a limited stamina bar."
"And... this is... how you always... do this?"
Mel blushed a bit, shrugging as she pulled her pants and panties back into place. "Let's just say I am really good at first-person shooters."
By the end of the following day; Nancy had her own home in the valley. She spent the first several days just introducing herself to the other subjects around her. She has been on the island for ages now but as a goat she was never able to properly meet anyone except for a limited few who she was able to spend a lot more time with- like Eve who was effectively her neighbor.
Nancy's age and form both reset back to a proper state to just fully re-do her entire experience here on RHEI. She had gotten used to life as a full goat and grew content with that, so all of this seemed like a massive bonus to her- she had not ever expected to be 'fixed'. Her giant udder-like goat boobs still erupted a massive supply of goat milk for the island and RHE to sell. She could hold things, manipulate things and talk to people again! It had been so long she forgot the sound of her own voice. Nancy can be seen all over the island these days- as soon as she wakes up each day she wanders over to the biggest gathering of people to see what new adventure she can get started! A second taste of paradise. | STORY |
What causes Tsunamis Tsunamis are usually caused by earthquakes occurring below or near the ocean. Volcanic eruptions, submarine landslides, and coastal rock falls can also generate a tsunami, as can a large asteroid impacting the ocean. Tsunamis originate from a vertical movement of the sea floor with the consequent displacement of water mass. From the area where the disturbance has occurred and the tsunami has been formed, the waves travel outward in all directions and can propagate across entire ocean basins. As a tsunami wave approaches the shore, it builds in height. The topography of the coastline and the ocean floor will influence the size of the wave. That is why a small tsunami at one beach can be experienced as a giant wave a few miles away. Remember that a tsunami may be series of waves and successive waves may be larger than the previous one(s). EARTHQUAKES: The earth's crust is comprised of a number of plates and the region where two plates come in contact is called a plate boundary. Your browser does not support the video tag. Earthquakes can be generated by movements along fault zones associated with plate boundaries. The way in which one plate moves relative to another determines the type of boundary. spreading, where two plates move away from each other; subduction, where two plates move towards each other and one slides beneath the other; transform where two plates slide horizontally past each other. Lithospheric plates, which cover the entire surface of the earth, and contain both the continents, and the seafloor, move relative to each other at rates of up to ten cm/year. Most strong earthquakes occur in subduction zones where an ocean plate slides under a continental plate or another younger ocean plate. All earthquakes do not cause tsunamis. There are generally four conditions necessary for an earthquake to cause a tsunami: The earthquake must occur beneath the ocean or cause material to slide into the ocean. The earthquake must be strong, at least magnitude 6.5 on the Richter Scale The earthquake must rupture the Earth’s surface and it must occur at shallow depth – less than 70km below the surface of the Earth. The earthquake must cause vertical movement of the sea floor (up to several metres) over a large area (up to a hundred thousand square meters). The amount of vertical and horizontal motion of the seafloor and horizontal motion of the sea floor, the area over which it occurs, the simultaneous occurrence of slumping of underwater sediments due to the shaking, and the efficiency with which energy is transferred from earth’s crust to the ocean water are all part of tsunami generation mechanism. Waves are formed as the large amount of water displaced tries to regain its equilibrium with the help of gravity. Year – Location Magnitude Effects 1690 – Near Antigua 7.5-7.8 Earthquake triggered landslide in Nevis, tsunami waves generated and observed in Nevis and Antigua 1692 – Jamaica 7.5 Sunken land mass in Port Royal set up waves, observed in Kingston Harbour 1842 – Hispaniola 8.3 Tsunami waves of up to 2 m reported on north coast of Hispaniola. 200-300 fatalities 1867 – Virgin Islands 7.5 Earthquake and associated landslide generated tsunami waves 4.5-6m which inundated a number of islands damaging houses 1907 – Jamaica 7.5 North coast earthquake triggered tsunami with recorded waves of 2.5 m 1918 – Puerto Rico 7.5 Earthquake triggered 6.1 m waves, extensive damage to western Puerto Rican coast claiming 29 lives 1946 – Dominican Republic 8.1 Earthquake devastated Dominican Republic, generating a 2.5 m tsunami that impacted NE coast of Hispaniola resulting in at least 1800 victims 2010 – Haiti 7.0 Earthquake SW of Port au Prince generated local tsunami, 4 persons killed Select Earthquake-induced Tsunamis in the Caribbean and Adjacent Regions Source: The University of the West Indies, Seismic Research Centre LANDSLIDES: Both underwater and on-land landslides into the ocean can result in tsunami formation. In underwater landslides, the earth is moved to lower levels of the ocean basin due to gravity or a tectonic trigger, and this earth movement pushes water in front of it which can cause a tsunami if enough earth is moved at once. On-land landslides (huge chunks of glaciers, volcanoes, rockfalls, land or other debris which slide into the sea) can cause tsunamis if the land along the coastline is forced into the ocean, creating a displacement of water. Landslide generated tsunamis are generally local tsunamis since the source of is near the shore. The warning time may therefore be only a few minutes. The largest tsunami reported in the Caribbean was possibly the landslide-generated tsunami which impacted the northern coast of Guadeloupe. The event was triggered by an earthquake in 1867. VOLCANIC ERUPTIONS: Although relatively infrequent, violent volcanic eruptions represent impulsive disturbances, which can displace a great volume of water and generate extremely destructive tsunami waves in the immediate source area. According to this mechanism, waves may be generated by the sudden displacement of water caused by a volcanic explosion, by a volcanos slope failure, or more likely by a phreatomagmatic explosion and collapse/engulfment of the volcanic magmatic chambers. Source: GEOSCIENCE AUSTRALIA Year – Location Effects 1902 – Martinique Pyroclastic flow from Mt. 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Scientists have calculated that if a moderately large asteroid, 5-6 km in diameter, should strike the middle of the large ocean basin such as the Atlantic Ocean, it would produce a tsunami that would travel all the way to the Appalachian Mountains in the upper two-thirds of the United States. On both sides of the Atlantic, coastal cities would be washed out by such a tsunami. An asteroid 5-6 kilometers in diameter impacting between the Hawaiian Islands and the West Coast of North America, would produce a tsunami which would wash out the coastal cities on the West coasts of Canada, U.S. and Mexico and would cover most of the inhabited coastal areas of the Hawaiian islands. Explosions: Underwater explosions of marine vessels such as submarines, as well of explosions of on the surface vessels can cause large displacements of water which can result in tsunamis. | EDUCATION |
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Understanding fusion science requires a basic knowledge of plasma physics. In addition to solids, liquids, and gases, plasma is a state of matter. Fusion occurs in the plasma state, making it a critical requirement for producing fusion energy.
Plasma forms when, at extreme temperatures, electrons and their atomic nuclei separate. In a plasma, gas becomes ionized when atoms shed their electrons and become positively charged.
More than 99% of all visible matter in the universe is in the plasma state. On Earth, lightning, neon signs, and fluorescent lighting are examples of plasmas.
Plasmas must meet three conditions for fusion to occur, including reaching sufficient temperature, density, and time. Together, these factors comprise what is known as the Lawson criterion, or the triple product.
Plasmas need to be hot. While fusion occurs in the sun's core at a temperature of 15 million degrees Celsius, fusion on Earth must exceed this temperature by several orders of magnitude to account for lower atmospheric pressure.
Tokamak devices routinely heat plasmas to temperatures of 100 million degrees Celsius or more. These temperatures are necessary to give the nuclei enough energy to overcome repulsion so they may fuse.
Lots of atoms are needed. There must be enough fusion reactions happening in the plasma at any given moment to make the reaction self-sustaining.
The sun, for example, fuses more than 600 million metric tons of hydrogen every second. When created in a tokamak, plasma is packed with enough fusion fuel to increase the rate of the reactions.
The more time, the better. In addition to heat and density, there must be ample time to allow fusion reactions to occur and avoid cooling. As the plasma is heated, the number of reactions increases over time, generating more energy.
Luckily, the science of fusion energy has been well understood for decades. Many of the scientific questions about fusion have already been answered. The remaining challenges are mostly related to engineering and collective determination to make fusion power a reality. | EDUCATION |
Knowing tenses is the first step to proper communication. Your 5th grader needs to be confident about tenses to narrate incidents, write a story or communicate effectively. The basics begin with simple past and simple present tense. This free and printable simple past tense worksheet helps the child see how they both differ. The given passage has the present tense words, which need to be changed to past tense forms.
You can help the child explain how the past tense refers to things that have already happened a while ago, and the present tense talks about the current happenings. Expand on this worksheet by introducing the child to future tense and telling them how to use it to talk about what is yet to happen.
Making them narrate a simple incident at home makes this worksheet passage relatable and ensures that the child becomes familiar with the commonplace words in both simple present and simple past forms.
Complete The Sentences With Words That Start With “W”
Identify The Vocabulary And Form The Sentence
Match The Words To Its Meaning And Add It Your Vocabulary List
Unscramble The Words To Form Correct Spelling
Write The Correct Spelling From The Options
Complete The Sentence Choosing The Suitable Noun
Identify And Circle The Nouns
Fill The Blanks With Appropriate Progressive Tense
Rewrite The Sentence Using Present Progressive Tense
Rewrite The Sentence Using Past Progressive Tense
Rewrite The Sentence Using Future Progressive Tense
Identify And Write The Correct Form Of Tense In Each Sentence
Recognize Common And Proper Nouns In The Sentence
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Reading Comprehension: The Pottery Class
Reading Comprehension: The Birthday Party
Complete The Sentence With Correct Indefinite Pronoun
Choose The Correct Adjectives From The Word Bank
Circle The Adjectives | EDUCATION |
Should have worn a condom Ben scratched his balls through his boxers as he stumbled out to the kitchen. Trying to suppress a yawn he made for the smell of brewing coffee. “Must have coffee,” he mumbled as he grabbed at a clean mug.
A few sips and a deep sigh later he started back toward his room only to run into a petite, but very attractive, woman. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing what he guessed was Joseph’s shirt which stopped tantalizingly near her muff. “Uh, hi, I didn’t know Joe had a girlfriend.” Ben tried not to stare too much, but he couldn’t miss the prominent points that pressed out of the thin fabric over her breasts. He could feel himself rising to the sight, ignoring his own mental demands to not look, or touch, his new roommate’s girl.
She just giggled. “Hi, I’m Chrissy.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t know Joe had such good taste in women.” Ben tried to play it cool, sliding himself behind the couch to hide his growing erection as he made for his bedroom.
“He doesn’t, but hey, I’m still here.” Another giggle and she bounced towards the kitchen revealing more than a bit of her curvy, and very delicious-looking, ass as it bounced under the shirt’s short hem.
Ben made his way back to his bedroom to give her some space. He considered taking care of himself, too, before he went back out there again. She was fucking hot. Damn, but Joe was going to have to help him hook up with some of the girls he hung around with!
His ears perked up at the sound of the shower’s spray being turned on. Probably Joe, he thought. Sipping his coffee, he turned to surfing the internet while he waited for his own turn. Eventually, the water stopped and he heard the door open and close. Peaking out his own door to make sure the coast was clear, he headed for his own much needed shower.
The hot water allowed his mind to drift, thoughts of Chrissy popping up, and he wondered if he could get a date with a girl who looked like her. Three years without a steady girlfriend, and more than six months since his last hook-up, was making him pretty sick of his hand being his only companion. Too bad Chrissy was already taken or he’d try to tap that fine looking little minx. Still drifting in a sea of his own horny thoughts he didn’t even think about who was in the apartment when he popped the door open to let the steam billow out.
“Ooh, looking good there.” Chrissy’s voice echoed in the small bathroom.
Ben spun, grabbing for a towel. The petite bombshell standing was in nothing but a towel, leaning against the door frame.
“Oh, fuck,” he managed to mutter.
Chrissy gave out another giggle as she slid into the bathroom with Ben, running her delicate fingers up his chest playfully. “Oh, if that’s what you want, I don’t mind.” She let the towel fall away revealing the smooth curves and firm breasts that had teased him through the t- shirt earlier.
Ben could feel the blood rushing to his groin with her fingers stroking the hair on his chest. Her scent was sweet, like vanilla, and he could feel her the nails of her other hand running up his thigh, brushing at the hem of the towel that barely hid his cock from her. “Uh, but you’re Joe’s girlfriend?”
“Joe’s girlfriend?” She laughed; it was almost musical. “No, I’m not Joe’s girlfriend.” “Really?” Ben blurted out, amazed at the luck.
She smiled coyly, her fingers latching on around his hardening cock, rubbing up and down the shaft, letting her nails trace along its thickness.
“I, uh, wow.” Ben’s mind was reeling from the deftness of her touch. His thoughts turned carnal, dreaming of ways to bend her over and have his way with her tiny frame. He shook his head, the sexual fog that enveloped his mind lifting for a moment, “But if you’re not Joe’s girlfriend, why are you here?”
“Oh, I stay here from time to time when Joe’s away.” She cooed. Her hands moving in concert on his cock as she bent down, her lips wrapping around the head of his shaft.
Ben grabbed at the sink, trying desperately to hold himself up as he felt her lips around his cock, taking him with gusto as she played with his balls. It didn’t take him long to feel himself cum, shoving his cock hard against her as she slurped down the contents. She didn’t gag, she swallowed every bit and licked her lips and his cock tip for good measure.
She stood up wiping her face and licking her fingers. “Mmm, that was yummy.”
“Uh, yeah, wow.” Ben staggered just a bit as he felt the blood returning to his head.
“Well tiger, I’ve got to get going, I’ll see you around, okay?”
“Uh, sure.” She turned and let him watch her shake her delectable ass as she strutted out of the bathroom. Ben just stared after her, still trying to process that he’d just gotten the most amazing blowjob he’d ever had.
*** *** ***
Ben woke to the bed shifting. He groaned, and looked up into the inky darkness only to see little more than a shadow. He blinked a few times.
“Hi there, tiger, you up?” The voice was soft and sensual in his ear.
“Chrissy?” He mumbled.
He heard her giggle and felt his covers being tugged away as she straddled him. “I need some loving,” she purred as she rocked her hips against his, letting her pussy leave a trail of slippery good across the lower part of his belly. His own body responded quickly enough, and she eagerly slipped his cock inside her and began to ride. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling at his cock in ways he’d never felt before. At first her movements were smooth, steady but she quickly picked up the pace. Ben’s body responded, and his hands wandered up to grope the bouncing tits that hovered over him in the darkness. He did his best to fondle them as her bouncing increased, pinching, and tugging lightly at her nipples even as he heard her moaning increase.
She had slid one hand behind herself, fondling his balls which made him arch his back slightly at the sensation driving himself deeper into her, eliciting a deep moan with each thrust. Her other hand was driven between her legs diddling at her clit as she continued to ride him. He moved his hands down to her ass, letting them grope the luscious softness as he pumped in motion with her.
He wasn’t sure how long he lasted, but when he came it felt amazing. He could hear her deep throaty moan in time with his response as she fell forward atop him, breathing hard. Her nipples pressed against his chest.
The last thing he remembered was her gentle kisses on his neck.
*** *** ***
Ben woke up alone the next morning. Chrissy was no where to be seen, and other than a large damp patch on the bedding there was little to show of the sexy escapades of the night before. A dopey smile on his face, Ben wandered out to the kitchen. Joe was standing there, looking rather disheveled and looking as if he hadn’t slept in three days. Red rimmed eyes peered back at him from over the lip of a steaming coffee cup.
“Dude, are you okay?” Ben asked, filling his mug with the steaming brew and moving out of the way so Joe could get a second helping.
“Yeah, I’m okay, just worn out.” Joe mumbled as he poured the first cup.
Ben set down his cup and scrounged for some eggs. “I got to say Joe, your friend Chrissy is fucking amazing.”
Joe blanched slightly, “You met her, huh?”
Ben tried to keep the shit eating grin off his face. “Met her, oh yeah, and what a meeting. Damn that girl is fine.”
Joe’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Wait, did you, um, do anything with her?”
“You mean besides the hot sex?” Ben made a rude gesture with his hips. “Fuck. Dude, this is important, did you use a condom?” Joe snapped at his roommate.
“Uh, I don’t remember.” Ben was a bit flustered by his normally quiet roommate’s sudden outburst and interests in his sex life.
“Oh shit.” Joe muttered.
Ben blinked, “What? She got like a disease or something.”
“Or something,” came the soft reply.
Ben stared a moment at his roommate, “Man, you’re starting to worry me. What the fuck is going on?”
Joe took a deep breath and turned a shade or two of red darker than his usual rosy cheeked look. “I don’t know how to tell you this, man, but Chrissy? Well, she’s me.”
Coffee went everywhere as Ben spit out the last of his cup. “What? No way!”
Joe shook his head. “Yeah, um, I’m kind of under a were-curse, and well, I’m a were-woman. Chrissy is my alter-ego. So, tell me now, did you use a condom?”
“I don’t think so?” Ben couldn’t remember her putting a condom on him while they were fucking last night. He knew he certainly hadn’t put one on.
“Shit.” Joe repeated.
“Shit, what?” Ben tossed the dregs and stared at his roommate, wondering how on earth the thick-limbed Joe could also be the hot little number named Chrissy with the perfect ass. “Dude there is no way you’re that fucking hot little piece of ass.” “Fine, don’t believe me, but in about four weeks you’re going to be one hot little piece of ass too.” Joe took another sip of his coffee, waiting for that news to sink in to the stunned Ben.
Ben opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally said something. “You’re shitting me.”
“Afraid not. Look at it this way. Chrissy’s bi, so you’ll probably still get laid on the regular. Oh, and I’d stock up on birth control plan-b if I were you. Chrissy isn’t very good about taking the pill and if you get knocked up, you’re going to be a woman a lot longer than one weekend a month.” Joe took his coffee left the Ben standing there, slack-jawed, wondering what the hell had just happened to his life. | STORY |
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I think I'm leaving in fifteen
Great times are over now
I always felt so weird
Never slept so bad
I never felt complete
You always let me down
Cause it was never good enough
So I'll buy flowers for myself
Til I find back the other side
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Rodentine Rapture II
Cassandra sat bolt upright in bed, panting. She'd lost track of time again. The moment she stepped into the hot tub to the moment she'd awoken in bed was a completely blur. But for the first time in weeks she'd woken up feeling sexually satisfied and not covered in sweat and cum. Sure she had a bit of a hard on, but that was supposed to be normal for those with that particular piece of anatomy.
She felt well rested, alert, and quite pleasant, oddly enough. It seemed that the previous evening she'd managed to find the amount of sex that her body was considering 'normal' and thus awoke without the overwhelming, uncomfortable, but still quite fun lust that had been her constant companion every morning for the last few weeks. She found she almost missed it, though then again just because her body wasn't demanding immediate sexual gratification didn't mean she couldn't caress her wonderful cock anyway.
Cassie reached beneath the covers, curling her hand around her shaft, only to gasp in pleasure as her touch excited sensations more intense than she'd expected. She tossed the bedclothes aside and gaped in awe at the sight of her shaft. It had doubled in size since she'd last seen it. It was absolutely insane; perhaps two feet in length, it reached from her loins, over her belly, and it seemed that she'd also gained the other aspect of the male anatomy. She had a pair of balls the size of grapefruits.
And on the topic of fruits, how about those melons? Cassie's cock wasn't the only thing that had grown; her tits were absolutely massive. They rivaled of the knockers she'd seen on one of those specialty starlets in one of the pornos she'd watch the previous evening.
"Daaaaaaamn," she whispered, drawing out the word with awe. She reached up and gave one a squeeze, a shiver coursing through her body. Wonderfully soft and sensitive, it made her moan with delight. She was of half a mind to call and cancel the doctor appointment if this was what she was going to walk around with from here on out. She didn't care if no one else could see her awesome assets; they felt so much fun to have, even if they were only delusions of her over-stressed mind.
Would they be even bigger tomorrow? Cassie wasn't sure if having them bigger still would be something wonderful or something terrible. She was almost positive that her cock would be unable to fit in just about anyone, and she was going to have trouble dealing with her massive hooters as it was. But then again, if it wasn't quite real, she wouldn't actually HAVE to deal with clothes.
She sighed happily and lay back on her bed. Cassie felt so comfortable in her hidden apartment. It was warm, and the scent of sex filled the air. It was too bad she didn't have anyone to share it with, but she didn't feel comfortable letting just anyone into her place. Plus all the ways in were really, really weird.
The thought crossed her mind that she didn't know her hidden space as well as she ought, as she'd never taken a look at where the exits from the other apartments lead. They were pretty much the mirror image of her home; one door in the living room that seemed to lead to a closet, but hers lead into the supply room of her office, and a sliding door out to a presumed balcony that was instead blocked off by something just a few feet beyond.
She checked the clock at her bedside. She had a good two hours before she needed to go into work; more than enough time to see where the other exits from her hidden realm lead. Without her paying attention to it, her hard-on softened as Cassie browsed through her clothes, looking for something comfortable to wear despite her altered anatomy. A bra was completely out of the question, and none of her shirts were going to fit. But thankfully she had a few shirts left behind by a past boyfriend. Even though they were meant for a much larger frame, the plain black T she'd donned left a goodly portion of Cassie's midriff exposed. There was barely enough fabric to cover her plentiful breasts, but it did indeed cover them, and in a quite comfortable manner. The lack of support from a bra didn't cause the slightest bit of discomfort. In fact she felt rather good going without, it felt more natural, more fun, and more erotic.
It looked ridiculous to put on a pair of panties over her impressive manhood, but Cassie did so anyway, giggling as she did so. The panties weren't for modesty's sake, but were more because it amused Cassie. The simple white and blue striped thong would barely even cover one of her balls. But still, Cassie figured she might as well put them on, since her cock was somewhat of a fiction, after all.
Completing the outfit were a pair of simple, loose athletic shorts. Typically they were tied off so that Cassie had quite a lot of laces left, but oddly when she tied the knot to secure the shorts at a comfortable tightness, she had about half as much as she was supposed to. In addition the shorts didn't seem to be quite as loose as she recalled. The clung to her hips, butt, and groin, showing that she sported a hefty bulge between her legs.
Thankfully her shoes fit, but just barely. It would probably be a good idea to go shopping after work, picking up a few things. Not too far off from what her real sizes were with enough extra to be comfortable and cover what she needed, but without displaying her little mental malady to the rest of the world. She'd probably look absolutely ridiculous if she tried to buy clothes that went along with her imagined body.
Cassie slipped a flashlight into one of the pockets on her shorts. She grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and munched on it as she walked next door. As she passed the bathroom, she paused for a moment. As best she could tell, the four apartments were the same size. But the bathroom was nestled between the two across the hall from Cassie's apartment. If that was correct, there ought to be something that filled the same space as the bathroom, but there was no door on the opposing wall, just the same paneling, wallpaper, and light fixtures that decorated the hallway wall. It would be something to investigate later.
The very idea made glee flutter in her chest; she loved exploring like this. How had she ever been afraid of this place, and why had she bothered tossing a thousand dollars a month down a hole paying for a place to live when she could've been living here for free? Everything was much nicer here, all the hot water in the shower that she wanted, no noisy neighbors, no one to complain about her lustful moans in the night. She could cry out and cum in her sleep however she wanted, without having to worry about some bigoted old bat thinking she was sneaking another woman into her apartment.
She started with the apartment next door; it was a bit more spartan than her own, with mismatched furniture, shelves that were kludged together, and more beds than bedrooms. It looked like five or six people were sharing the two bedroom apartment, and had accommodations for a few more to stay over. The sofa and two loveseats all folded out into beds; there were two air mattresses in a closet, and a fold-up rollaway bed in each of the bedrooms in addition to the main bed. The bedroom closets lacked doors, and were almost filled to bursting with clothes. Probably not her size, but it wouldn't hurt to look later on. Her curiosity piqued, Cassie found herself giving the apartment a good looking over before finding out where its exits led. The books on the shelves were mostly of a textbook nature, medicine and biology, mostly. Med school students had used the apartment, it seemed. That would explain why there had been so many of them living in here once upon a time. It was a good way to cut costs.
There was some nice cookware in the kitchen; Cassie had already snatched up a few pieces when she'd first gone over the apartments, looking for smallish things to take back to her own place. If she ever got time enough to cook for herself she'd pop over and take a few things. This was her place now, and the pots, the pans, the crock pot, everything belonged to her. She'd been a bit superstitious earlier. But things had worked out for the best. The hall closet was filled with blankets, and there were some nice, fluffy towels in the bathroom that were better than the ones Cassie had. She made a note to come get them on her way back.
The kitchen cupboards had been mostly empty, but that was no surprise. There hadn't been a speck of food that had been in Central City, or the whole of the CTA, that had gone bad because of the End. It was divine intervention, some said. It was strange at first, all the houses that were looked in during the initial drives to find food had fresh foodstuffs located within. But those that were explored later on lacked anything that would rot. Even now people were opening up places that had been undisturbed since the End, and aside from a few cans, most were empty of food. It was like some higher power had gone through and made sure that every building the CTA would be a nice place to live, even years down the line. Trash cans were empty, there were no mummified house pets; there wasn't even anything repugnant floating in the toilet bowls.
Some people attributed it to God. Cassie didn't think that was the case. Whatever power stitched together central city, it seemed to leave little things hidden for people who had their eyes open, like her little pocket of apartments that shouldn't be in an office building that were connected to other places. It seemed driven by an intelligence that was more... mischievous and curious. Especially if you added strange things like Cassie's slowly growing levels of arousal, her copious self-pleasure while asleep, and her alterations. It seemed more like something with a great deal of power, and a sense of humor toying with humanity.
Thinking more on the matter as she searched, Cassie opened the living room closet, her flashlight beam piecing the darkness of the hallway beyond. She'd opened the door before, but only to replace the lock. She knew that a tiled hallway lay beyond it, but not what the hallway was attached to. The door itself was a normal door, with a small plaque that read "Auxiliary Access" placed on it at general eye-height. It was something that no one would pay any attention to, but also something that no one would need to go into. Cassie picked a direction, finding a few offices, but it didn't smell like an office. The hallway led out into a reception desk, situated in a bigger hallway. The sign above it read "Nursing Station." But all the lights were off, and it was silent as a tomb. The hospital wasn't at all active. A check of the patient rooms found that they were all made up quite nicely, not a single patient, corpse, or brain-eating zombie in residence. Cassie entered one and made her way to the window, the light of the near-full moon illuminating the city streets below. Though Cassie could see buildings, she didn't see any lights. Not a single illuminated window or the headlights of a car. Perhaps a section of unused city that lacked people, put away for use some time in the future? Cassie didn't feel any sort of ominous chill, or anything that would indicate danger, just a sense of isolation and loneliness. There was a whole city out there to poke around in and explore if she wanted.
On her way out she flipped the switch on the wall, finding that the light came on when she did so. Odd that an abandoned city was getting power from somewhere; it made her feel all the more like someone was playing games with the bits of the United States that had become the CTA. Apparently you didn't need to have a manned power plant to get power, yet there hadn't been any in Central City until they'd sent technicians to flip the "send out power" switch in the nuclear plant. Or at least that's what Cassie assumed.
She left the light on, presuming that if the exits from the med student apartment were like her own, the balcony door would lead out onto someplace near the hospital. She'd come right back and turn it off once she'd figured out where the sliding door lead.
A minute later Cassie found herself pushing open a section of brick wall, actually on a balcony. She was across the street from the hospital, with the entire parking lot between this building and that one. With the molded plastic chairs and the grill, Cassie assumed it was an apartment building. She could see the light she'd left on, the only one in the large, nine-story building, about halfway up. She took a few steps and peered into the sliding glass door of the apartment. It was identical to the one she'd just left, down to the green and tan wallpaper and the three mismatched hide-a-beds. Apparently the apartment had been copied from an actual location.
That made sense. Central City hadn't had bits and pieces scooped up from all over and brought together. Rather it was made up of pieces copied and pasted from reality, and the people and animals brought over during the thunderous uproar and the incredible disorientation that had knocked those that were awake unconscious.
The balcony door was unlocked and slid aside easily. Cassie wondered if the apartments within were also copied to make her little section. She walked through the apartment, opened the front door (also unlocked), stepped out into the hallway, and opened the opposing door. Much to Cassie's disappointment she found that it was a completely different apartment. It looked like it belonged to a family, what with the scattering of toys across the floor. Unlike the four-pack of apartments she'd stumbled across, these lacked the coat of dust that came with years of disuse. So something was keeping this place nice and pristine.
Cassandra closed the door behind her and checked the rest of the doors. Though the bathroom's layout was the same, the coloration was different. This one had dark green accents to the tiles and pale green fixtures amongst the white. Her own was much the same, but in navy and baby blue. The other two apartments were also different. But the one oddity that stood out was the door across from the restroom, which lead to a mix of janitor's closet and laundry room, sporting a pair of washing machines and matching dryers.
That was just about the only thing Cassie needed that her hidey hole didn't have, she'd been going to the laundromat once a week. From now on she could easily use these. The thought made her grin; there was even plenty of detergent and dryer sheets as well. Yay freebies!
Cassie hummed to herself happily, snatching an armful of nice, fluffy towels out of the med student apartment and slipped back inside her secret passage, making sure to close the false wall, and lock the sliding door behind her. It was on fetching the second load of towels, which were still present in 'her' version of the med student apartment that she noticed that with all her extra poking around in the hospital and the apartments, that a little over ninety minutes had passed.
"I guess I'll have to save the other two for after work," Cassie said with a sigh, reluctantly getting dressed for the busy day ahead of her.
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The meeting was just as boring and pointless as it had been the previous day. They'd gotten past the flinging of buzzwords, and were now onto the topic of whether or not 'color' should be spelled with a U. Hours were going to be spent discussing the matter, not to mention the man hours thrown down a hole in researching the issue.
Cassie was bored as hell, and recalling what she had done the previous day, a grin spread across her face. It was time to see how mischievous she could be, to see if her hunch about the way things worked was correct. With a giggle she tore open her blouse, the buttons clattering across the table. The noise drew some attention, and a few helpful individuals picked up the buttons and handed them to her, but no one noticed the huge pair of tits that had been bared in the process.
She slipped off her suit coat and pulled open her blouse, bringing a massive breast upwards, her tongue tracing over her nipple. She didn't even get a second glance. Gods, she felt so good. The thought of a public performance for her co-workers had gotten the blood rushing to her loins, but the gentle caress of tongue upon nipple made her fully erect in no time. She leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the table, still not drawing the slightest stray look as she tugged up her skirt and freed her erection from its panty and pantyhose prison. It was absolutely perfect, so big and thick, its length was enough to nestle up between her tits most of the time, and if she bent a little bit, Cassie could take it into her mouth. That would be something to try later, right now all she wanted to do was to make a big, sticky mess all over the conference table.
She giggled again and climbed up atop the table. Her colleagues absently shifted their papers out of her way, but paid her no attention, even though they were totally and utterly bored by the meeting. Well, most were, there were a few that seemed to relish the opportunity to present pros and cons over the presence or absence of a single letter. Someone droned on about how they were encountering more outsiders with accents, so eventually the U spelling might be the one that comes into common usage... blah blah blah.
Cassie lay back on the table, bucking her hips as she titty-fucked herself. Her shaft produced more than enough lubrication to make it possible. Mmm... it had such a wonderful, sweet taste to it. She turned her head, her gaze locked onto the sexy secretary and her wonderful cleavage. Should she try and have a bit of fun with her? Would the others notice? Would Eve? Even though she was being ravished by the thickest cock she'd ever taken in her life (probably), would she still not realize what was going on?
More mischievous thoughts crossed Cassie's mind. Coating the table didn't sound as fun as coating the sexy, slutty secretary with what passed for her seed. For some reason it was still clear and translucent, despite the fact that she had a pair of balls between her legs the size of small melons.
Her body rewarded this course of thought with a warm flush that sent her pleasure soaring. This was what she was supposed to be doing; this is what was intended to be done with the bits and pieces yanked out of reality. Screwing around with the willfully ignorant and the mindless office drones. Cassie's cock was mere inches from Eve's cleavage, and she didn't even notice.
Cassie moaned, a thick jet of precum gushing forth from her cock, splattering Eve's face and breasts. She blinked a few times in confusion and dipped a hand in the stuff, looking at it, and then up at the ceiling to see if the fire sprinklers had gone off again. The look on her face was priceless; her gape-jawed confusion sent a delicious thrill through Cassie's loins.
Just keep your mouth open, Cassie thought to herself. Keep it open, and open wide.
Cassie pumped her shaft frantically with both hands; she was seriously considering canceling the doctor's appointment. It was so much fun to have this wonderful organ, to be able to perform such wonderfully deviant acts, to make such big messes, but without anyone noticing. There would be no way for her to get caught.
She let out such a wonderful, loud cry of pleasure, it was enough to make some of the drones look confused, but they didn't associate it with her. A virtual tidal wave of cum leapt from Cassie's cock, completely drenching Eve from head to toe. She swallowed involuntarily, getting a mouthful of Cassie's cum right down her throat. Cassie could hear her panting, she watched as the secretary's fingers twitched, trying to roam to her loins and breasts on their own, but she managed to resist them with great will power. Everyone was looking at Eve now, dripping wet. The president sighed, "Lovely, now we're going to have to get the entire sprinkler system looked at," he grumbled. "We'll continue this discussion by e-mail, then reconvene on Friday to summarize the discussion and see if things need to go further."
Eve was virtually clinging to her boss. "I... I need you, now!" she whispered, loud enough for the entire meeting room to hear.
"Meeting adjourned!" the president said, waving off his staff.
Cassie had a grin from ear to ear as she walked from the room. She stuffed her leaking cock back into her under garments and took the time to wipe the mess on her hand onto the neck of the vice president of accounting. The woman shivered and let out a soft moan, darting across the hall to the women's restroom and locking herself inside.
Her cum was an incredible aphrodisiac. Awesome.
She strode down the hall proudly, enjoying the freedom of being, essentially, naked from the waist up. She'd left her suit coat behind since she didn't really need it. It wasn't required by the dress code, and she wore it more out of habit than out of comfort. The only thing it would do for her is keep some of the chill off her if she went outside, but since she didn't have to leave the building to go home it didn't matter.
She fondled herself in the elevator, almost purring as she ran her hands over her breasts. Considering she'd just seen other people affected by her juices, which were produced in an unnatural amount, Cassie was rather sure that her changes were somewhat real. You couldn't have boobies or a cock more than double in size over night, especially without some source of caloric intake, or something. And not only that, but Cassie was growing. She'd gained at least four or five inches in height in the past month, and her build was bulking up a bit, but in a solid way, not in a flabby way. Originally Cassie had thought that her newly acquired muscle tone was from all the movement she made while playing with herself at night while she slept, but instead it seemed to be driven by the very same changes that were altering her body in a sexual way.
She paused by the technical manual shelves as she realized she wasn't just being physically altered. The longer things progressed, the more she changed, the more her desires and fantasies shifted towards her own gender. Well... her former gender, she was technically male, she supposed. Her thoughts had long since drifted in that direction, with idle fantasies of what she wanted to do to the cuties amongst her co-workers filling her mind as she sat at her desk. She'd even blown a load all over the boss' sexy secretary. It wasn't like her at all. But it felt GOOD. It felt better than anything she'd ever done before. She enjoyed it, reveled in it. She loved the new Cassandra in both mind and body. She wasn't going to give this up just to go back to a normal, mundane, boring life. She was going to take advantage of her altered world to the best of her ability.
Cassandra drew in a deep breath, delighting in how it made her nipples rub against the fabric of her blouse. Something caught her gaze out of the corner of her eye. She turned to the shelf of technical manuals, each in its own black three-ring-binder, each one labeled meticulously. But amidst the plastic binders, there was something that didn't belong. It was black like the binders, it had the same shape, it was also labeled, but it looked more like a massive tome than a proper binder.
"The Transubstantiation of Subservient Man," Cassie read the title and author aloud. Her curiosity piqued, she tugged the thick book off the shelf and returned to her desk. She had expected it to be some rambling philosophical text on some sort of societal issue, but instead it seemed to be something odd, something interesting. It was all about seduction, about subsuming the will of others and replacing it with your own.
It was weird, strange, and was filled with references about magic and strange rituals to further bind one's servants further to one's self, as well as altering them to be more pleasing in body and more skilled at defending their master with sword and sorcery. The more Cassie read, the more engrossed she became in the book. Somewhere along the line she had absently begun to stroke herself, a thick pool of precum forming beneath her.
Her chair made a wet, sticky sound as she pushed back from the desk, blinking as if recovering from a daze. Only the sound of the late night janitorial crew and their vacuum cleaners had broken Cassie from her reading trance. Odd, she had only meant to flip through, reading a couple pages here and there. She realized with a bit of a shock that she'd absently been tracing one of the diagrams she'd seen in the book over her body, on her breasts and shaft. The flesh seemed to glow where she'd drawn the design in her own lubrication.
She flipped back to the ritual, finding it in an instant, seemingly out of instinct. Mistress' Mark was what it was called. It was used to grant traits belonging to the ritual caster upon those she'd marked as her own. It was, in fact, one of the easiest things to do in the book, as all the items required were easily provided. You needed essence of the Mistress, an item belonging to the thrall to have marked the thrall as yours in some way, and the book itself.
Apparently the tome was in and of itself a battery of magical power, and a key to using the spells and techniques within for an amateur magic user. The spell seemed simple enough, drawing the geometric shape shown in the book on whatever feature of hers she wished to utilize to 'make a mark' upon her potential thrall's body. Cassie grinned at the thought of making Eve her thrall, having the sexy 'secretary' as her own sex toy when she wasn't in the company of her boss.
She licked her lips as she thought of Eve's own wrapped around her tremendous member, her platinum blonde hair loosened from its tight bun and spread over Cassie's bed, the way Eve would moan and pant as Cassie introduced her to the wonders of her brand new cock.
Cassie couldn't help it; she wasn't absently playing with herself anymore, she was fully jerking herself off now. She was bent over the desk, seated in her chair, bucking and grinding against the underside. She couldn't stop herself from repeating the simple incantation, her mouth and tongue forming syllables that she didn't recognize, but seemed to subconsciously know the meaning of. With each repetition the glow of the drawings on her flesh intensified, the hued shifting from a dull blue up the spectrum to green, then yellow, then orange.
By the time she felt her climax coming, the light was an intense, hellish red. With a strange cry parting from her as she spoke the final syllable of the incantation, something gave way within her. Cassie arched her back violently, an incredible torrent of cum spewing from her member, splattering against the underside of the desk and all over her legs. Wherever the translucent, slimy fluid touched her, it began to glow purplish, while that that struck the desk turned red.
"W-wait..." Cassie panted, breathless, "What did I just d..." her words were cut off by and incredible surge of pleasure from her midsection. She found her hands clasped against her middle, just below her breasts, her fingers seeking out strangely rubbery spots, tracing and caressing over them. She slumped back in her chair and moaned as her flesh began to inflate, slowly swelling outward around the round, rubbery patches. A shiver went through her as her skin shifted, beginning to add detail to her new nipples. "Oh... oh shit..." she murmured, cupping the new pair of rapidly growing breasts that adorned her body. In less than a minute they were equal with her original pair, as large and ridiculous as they were.
Cassie winced as she realized that she had just cast the Mark upon herself, what with her climaxing, thus coating the targeting item with her 'essence' as it were, the item being the desk she'd sat at for years.
Though they were not expected, Cassie found that her new additions were not at all unwanted. She rather liked them, their comforting, pleasurable weight upon her middle, the way she could place her cock between all four breasts, making a wonderful tunnel of tit for her cum-slicked shaft to slide through.
She giggled; it wasn't like anyone around her was going to notice the oddity. Thankfully she hadn't gained a second cock, as a matter of fact the design she'd drawn upon it was still glowing; having gone back to the original blue-silver shade of light it had been at the start. Apparently she'd invoked two castings of the spell. She was going to have to go upstairs and snag something of Eve's to jack off on. Not that she had a problem with that.
In fact she found herself thrilled with the prospect of breaking into the secretary's office. It seemed wonderful and exciting to do, slinking around in the dark, sneaking into places unnoticed.
As she put a pen in place to mark the ritual in the book Cassie noticed that there was an odd mist upon the floor. As she watched it appeared that her cum was evaporating, dispersing into the air, leaving only a pleasant, decidedly sexual scent behind. She giggled again at the thought of cumming all over her boss's office, and him coming in the next morning being none the wiser about the mess that had been there a few hours before.
Cassie was so aroused by these thoughts she could barely keep her hands off herself. She drew in a few deep breaths. Her erection remained annoyingly at full mast, and Cassie couldn't help but moan when it rubbed against her tits, but she quickly learned to deal with the pleasure as she walked with her new assets. Running up the stairs, however, was something that she was incapable of dealing with, having to stop at the top of each flight to calm herself.
"Damnit, if it feels this good, I think I just might take up jogging," Cassie said with a chuckle. In the dim light of the stairwell she looked over her altered form; wonderful sexy, beautiful, and still changing. The clothes she had picked out earlier in the day were nearing uncomfortable tightness upon her body. She was still growing, still becoming more toned, fit, and athletic. Admiring her reflection in the darkened glass of a window Cassie though that she could see the beginnings of a six pack upon her tummy.
"I just keep getting sexier and sexier..." she whispered to herself, awed, "D... do I really want this to stop?" she asked herself, reaching out a hand to her reflection, finding that she wanted to reach through the glass, seize her reflected double, and make out with her. How much fun would it be to have someone else like her to share in the fun?
The thought snapped Cassie out of her self-admirative trance; after all, just another few floors and she'd be able to start someone down the same road she was traveling. Mmm... and maybe there were a few other spells in the book that she could put to good use on Eve. She wasn't particularly bright, nor did she do much thinking for herself. Cassie knew from what she read that Eve would not only be happy, but positively ecstatic about being made into her thrall. After all, she was pretty much that to Cassie's boss, and the sexy shemale knew that the moment Eve experienced the wonders of a body like hers; she'd never want to go back to being her old self.
Sure as hell Cassie didn't want to. The thought brought a grin to her face as she started up the stairs once again. | STORY |
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Unbeknownst to her, the very threat that they had flown over to take care of was already starting to reform inside of her body, using the lull in the action to subvert as much of her physical form as possible without anyone, Kenna especially, noticing; slight alterations to her genetic code really, nothing but the absolute basics that would later on become something far greater, allowing for the defeated Fallen to live once again through the very life force of the one who ended their life. It would be poetic, if not for the fact that it was so incredibly gruesome; unfortunately for everyone involved, however, things wouldn’t be that simple, as it would appear that the sound beating Atraks-1 was on the receiving end of had somehow damaged the programming on the nanites that were supposed to reconstitute their body. As a result, rather than being able to completely transform the infected Guardian by the time the ship landed on the Tower, all they managed to do, despite their best efforts, was to enact some low-level changes to their bodily structure.
Not that these changes were subtle, but they were mostly hidden away by the suit the Guardian was wearing, enough that she didn’t really notice it until the ship she was on had properly docked, and at that point it was best for her to just conveniently ignore them and try to get home as quickly as possible. Kenna knew something was up when she began feeling bloated, but seeing as her body didn’t immediately and spontaneously explode into a mimicry of Atrak’s form, she figured it must’ve just been some sort of post-battle stress not agreeing with her meal for the day; she had eaten more than usual, so it wasn’t entirely out of the question. However, as they made their approach to planet Earth and her sense of overwhelming fullness continued to mount, the Guardian began wondering if she shouldn’t be saying something to her colleagues; after all, even if she weren’t infected by the Eliksni, there was always the possibility of a pathogen being surreptitiously hidden away inside the space station, accidentally released by the firefight.
However, there was something about the way she was feeling that stopped her just short of doing anything about it, like there was a voice in the back of her head soothing her, letting her know that everything was fine and she needn’t worry, that it was all ok and all she had to do was enjoy the ride and she’d be fine. Truth be told, Kenna should have been worried about suddenly feeling so at ease with a potentially devastating and body-altering agent running rampant through her system, but being able to lay her fingers on her stomach and feel the slight bulge of extra pudge made for rather nice entertainment, even if she was certain it was the first step towards her own doom. Then again, when absolutely nothing happened beyond her growing slightly heavier and heavier as the ship flew closer to the docking bay, surely there wasn’t anything to worry about; she’d just have to head back to her room, take some decontaminants and then be done with it all, no worries!
Walking with that new weight attached to her though, that was certainly something. Kenna attracted no shortage of looks when she got off from the ship and quite literally waddled her way towards her quarters, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was sporting a gut that would only become more noticeable the more steps she took without sitting down somewhere. Suddenly, she felt… empty, like her stomach had been replaced with a bottomless pit with a black hole at the very bottom that hungered for the whole universe to be thrown into it. Despite having had a bigger-than-average lunch precisely in preparation for the mission, Kenna couldn’t help but want to stuff her face with literally the first thing she saw that was even remotely edible, as that was the only feasible way she saw of making that belly of hers grow even larger; where exactly her ravenous appetite had come from didn’t matter so much as finding a way to sate it, for questions could always be asked after she was nice, full and plump, plumper than she was right now. What a stroke of luck, then, that her room’s replicator machinery was up and running that day, ready and waiting to satisfy each and every whim that popped into that head of hers; all that was required of her was for Kenna to pull a chair up, plop her rear in front of the dispenser port, throw her armour away in order to give herself as much wiggle room as possible, and then…
… then she could eat. That was the imperative, to eat, to consume, to fill that gnawing void inside of her stomach that had come from nowhere, asserted itself, and now demanded payment in the form of an unhealthy amount of binging. After all, the Guardian could literally ask for whatever she wanted in terms of treats, the whole breadth of human gastronomy (or at least the bits available in the archives) there for the taking, at her fingertips and a single sequence of button presses away. Everything from the most sugar-laden of pastries to the most savory of roasts, fresh out of the replicator and as hot as they would be if they were made in an actual oven, all of it so close to her that Kenna didn’t even have to move that much; just lean forward, grab the plate that came along with the meal, devour it as quickly as possible, then throw the crumbs away and start the cycle all over again! It was a dreadfully inefficient waste of the resources allocated to her, but using them up to build weaponry when she could be cooking up more food seemed like the real waste there; why bother with guns when she could have a delicious fifteen-course meal for an entrée? She barely even noticed when her clothes began to tear at the seams, the bulging body underneath them expanding not just in the belly and midriff areas, but somehow all over; the nanites inside of her system were going haywire trying to transform Kenna into another replicant of Atraks-1, but thanks to the rather fortunate malfunction in their programming, were only succeeding at turning her into one of the Eliksni, unburdened by the psyche imprint they were attempting to impose upon her. And, whether it be because of the Fallen’s biology or just the need to provide immense quantities of calories to keep her body from collapsing, this was translating into an insurmountable desire to feast.
Thus, it wasn’t surprising that the gorging continued long past the point where Kenna’s stomach should’ve ruptured, but instead kept breaking down everything she stuffed into it with alarming speed. Her arms and legs were straining her suit’s ability to contain them, fat rolls of oddly-purplish skin bulging out from the holes, while the torso section had failed to contain her completely and was now dominated by an immense, flabby, wobbly belly that spilled over onto her lap and kept bloating with every bite she took. The replicator was overlocked and running high on heat, smoking even as the half-human hybrid demanded increasing amounts of nourishment from it, until the poor thing had a backlog of thirty or so items to deal with; despite her increasing size, Kenna was possessed of a seemingly unnatural amount of agility, at least when it came to inputting orders onto a panel with one hand while grabbing them with the other, literally stuffing her face into whatever meal she had near her, pigging down like a beast.
Yet, she was still hungry, still just as demanding as before, if not even more so, and would be moaning and begging for someone to feed her if not for the fact that her mouth was constantly occupied while trying to fix that problem. It wouldn’t ever happen though; no matter how much food she ate, all that Kenna accomplished was making the nanites inside of her work on higher and higher levels of overdrive as they desperately tried to steer the transformation her body was undergoing away from a mere species shift and more towards a replacement for their old physical form. But the Guardian’s psychological conditioning was too strong… and her hunger was simply too powerful for even the nanites’ programming to overcome, providing her with an impromptu and highly unlikely shield against the unseen threat inside of her very own body.
Not that Kenna was aware of any of this; as far as she cared, she was simply hungry, albeit unnaturally so. The nanites’ effect on her body had tainted her mind as well, leaving her unable to process how out of the ordinary the whole situation was; to her, it was perfectly normal to sit in front of the replicator and queue up several dozen meals while chowing down on an equal number, perfectly normal for her body to bloat and fatten up so much that even her extra-stretchy bodysuit wasn’t powerful enough to keep. It was perfectly normal for her skin to be turning into a completely different hue, and perfectly normal that, despite the ridiculous quantities of mass she was shovelling down her throat, she still felt like she hadn’t eaten in months, prompting her to make the next snack all that much larger, much more nutritious, and thus worsening the transformation yet again. Or, well, bettering it, depending on how one looked at the situation; as far as Kenna could truly appreciate what was happening to her, the changes occurring to her body were actually quite nice, especially with how fluffy she now was. Never before in her life had the Guardian assumed that being able to literally sink her entire hand up to the elbow in her belly fat could be so attractive and alluring, yet there she was, doing exactly that and feeling like it was the best thing on the planet. Honestly, it was actually starting to arouse her in an entirely different way, a part of her brain activating that hadn’t even been lightly grazed in what felt like years. In fact, she felt an undeniable need to move one of her hands down to somewhere where it could be of bigger use to this new need, but this would mean not being able to eat as quickly as she needed to, which was just unacceptable. Truly a pickle if there ever was one, hence why her body decided to fix that problem for her.
In their effort to transform Kenna into a copy of Atraks-1, the nanites injected quite a bit of Eliksni genetic material into her, and while most of it had gone to waste when the Guardian decided to turn herself into a blob instead, some of it had “stuck” to where it should; notably, those two fleshy nubs that had appeared on her side, just below her arms, which had begun to inflame and bulge outwards the more she ate. Kenna didn’t notice them, or at least didn’t pay any more attention to them than she would a random itch, allowing the budding set of arms to begin developing, first as a pair of spindly, fleshy wriggly bits, but very quickly morphing into properly functioning appendages, complete with controllable hands and the right neural paths to allow the half-human to use them on an instinctual level. Kenna, delighted with her brand new limbs, immediately put them to use in the only way she could: with both of them very quickly reaching between her legs and making her regret ever having waited so long before doing so; it was as if her entire body was set ablaze from even the slightest touch, as if her sensitivity had been turned up to impossible levels while every nerve was frayed and left barren for even the tiniest of stimuli to overload. A single touch was all that was needed for her to start gushing as if riding a particularly hefty male, and the conjunction of that flood of serotonin with all the other transformative substances being used by the nanites seemed to speed up the process taking her further away from hybrid territory and far more towards becoming another one of the Eliksni… albeit one with her own mind and willpower, even if it was entirely dominated by a need to eat.
In an instant, her whole body bloated outwards, gaining what felt like hundreds of pounds as all the calories she’d been scarfing down seemed to suddenly multiply in on themselves, making short work of whatever remained of her bodysuit and pieces of armor still attached; her full form was now visible, as was the fact that her skin had gone fully purple, which together with the brand new set of arms and the fact that her vision was starting to go blurry, should have alerted the former human to the fact that her body was being hijacked. In fact, Kenna was actually somewhat aware of this; it just so happened that her brain was too busy trying to get its next fix by demanding her body eat even more, so much so that the replicator was starting to malfunction due to the sheer overflow of demands being input by the eternally-hungry former human. After a while, her button presses just didn’t register anymore, and she was left to slam her increasingly fatty fingers against the panel only to receive no feedback in return; sure, the food kept coming, but she couldn’t queue up another hundred or so meals every minute, so what was even the point?! Soon enough she would be done with her entrées and then have nothing for the main course, and the moment that happened, well… she was going to have to make it everyone’s problem, because Kenna was not going to sit in her room and wait for the repair techies to come fix her replicator; that was just time wasted, as far as she was concerned.
Predictably, this attitude could only end in one way: the half-human, half-Fallen sitting on her fat ass, staring at a replicator that was now more smoke than food dispenser, banging her four fists against it after it stopped giving her what she craved the most, loudly enough that a few people outside were starting to wonder what was going on inside Kenna’s room. All around her was the dejected remains of what could have been enough food to feed a whole settlement for several days: empty, discarded plates, broken cutlery, piles of crumbs that were themselves meals but barely registered with her new appetite, all stacked up to such heights that, if not for the fact that her transformed body was significantly larger than her original one, Kenna might’ve felt like she was wading through garbage rather than simply the regular stuff.
Still, it took her a bit before she mustered up the willpower to do anything but execute percussive maintenance on the broken machine, and even then it was because getting other people to feed her was probably going to be a hassle and she didn’t feel like doing anything that required the slightest amount of effort; after all, was it not her fate, her destiny to be serviced and served to, to sit on her widening rear as she was fed endless amounts of food to her own personal specifications? She could see it as clearly as she could anything else, especially now that her second pair of eyes had grown in, that as a perfect fusion of two species, she, and she alone, deserved the sort of regal treatment that was normally reserved for those of the highest station. Sadly, no one else was aware of this yet, which meant she had to put in at least some work to get the rest of the world up to speed on what was required of them.
To be fair though, it wouldn’t take too long for anyone to get the picture once she revealed herself. Just getting up from where she was sitting was enough to give her an idea of how imposing her new body must look, considering she bumped her head against the ceiling and felt her immense, rotund belly jiggle and sway with each motion, every step bringing with it a deep churning glorsh from the vast quantities of food safely packed away inside of a tum so colossal that, were she to look down, being able to see her feet would turn into a thing of the past. Yet Kenna didn’t feel at all like how heavy she clearly was; perhaps her new body was simply adapted to deal with those sorts of sizes, because she found herself capable of moving with astounding grace, enough that the only reason she had to break through the door at all was because her flab and pudge could only squish down so much before her innate elasticity gave up.
Thus, anyone that happened to be outside of her room at that time would have seen a perfectly normal door, with a perfectly normal wall, in a perfectly normal corridor in one second, while in the next the very air was steeped in bits of debris and floating chunks of ground metal, their ears filled with the thundering footsteps of the now full-Eliksni as she emerged from within her abode, licking her lips and already looking for her next meal. She was lucky that the outside had a higher ceiling, because the first thing she did was grab the nearest replicator she saw, yank it off the wall, then turn it upside down and dump whatever food its internal battery could provide for as long as it could keep going, gaining what felt like hundreds of pounds in the process… especially after she gave up eating regular meals and just demanded the machine produce an unending stream of calorie-rich nutrient paste that she could pig out on about as hard as her new facial anatomy might suggest she could. With the nanites in full swing, every ounce she consumed was an ounce that settled on her body somewhere, resulting in her frame bulging out and becoming more and more massive the more she ate, the more she consumed, the more she allowed her primal instincts to take her over.
But it wasn’t enough. Not even when everyone around her stopped to stare at the budding giantess did Kenna begin to think that she was even remotely close to being done, not even when the battery on the replicator ran out at around the same time as her belly’s frontmost part was pressing against the ground, not even when the floor beneath her cracked from the strain of having her take a single step. There were still things to eat, still minds to subsume into her own; folks weren’t actively getting on their knees and singing praises unto her, so clearly there was work to be done still, at least as far as she cared. Plus, with so much delicious mass around her, it wouldn’t be too difficult for Kenna to take advantage of the nanites inside of her, putting them to more productive uses; after all, if she was the kind of deific entity she pictured herself as, then surely she could control something as simple as a microscopic nanite swarm, and indeed, all it took were a few moments of concentration before she tapped into the frequency that those tiny automatons were operating in, the same ones that had gifted her this glorious new form… and the same ones that would make it even better.
There were plenty of replicators around her if she so chose to use them, but the more she thought about it, the more the ascended human began to think that they just weren’t worth her time. Eating was so blasé, she wanted to consume, not just chew on something and swallow it like some primitive ape would; she was better than that, beyond that, and as such was owed not just the privilege of being able to choose when to use her mouth properly, but the right to take whatever she wanted into herself… in the most direct way possible. There were plenty of construction materials around that wouldn’t be necessary once she made herself become the throne upon which all others should lay, not to mention a few ships buzzing by that, quite frankly, looked far too old to be allowed to fly. With a simple flick of her wrist, Kenna unleashed a cloud of nanites from her fingertips, ones that had been subverted to her will rather than the other way around; these eager little helpers quickly found a parked ship and enveloped it completely, breaking it down to its base components, then turning those into their constituent compounds, molecules, then atoms, until the oozing soup of undifferentiated atomic stuff was suitably changed at the smallest of levels to better suit the ascended Eliksni’s needs. All that was needed was for protons and electrons to be rearranged in order to create substances that her body could actually process, and while this might’ve sounded like nothing short of complete and utter madness just hours before, now it was something as easy as snapping her fingers and asking someone else to do it for her. From metal to sugars, by way of atomic manipulation, and suddenly Kenna was a whole space-worthy ship fatter in every direction, licking her lips with such content that it should probably be made illegal for anyone to enjoy anything as much as she was enjoying herself in that exact moment.
The few people still around who hadn’t made the right decision to get the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible as soon as possible were entranced by the display, unable to comprehend just what had happened. Had the giantess consumed the ship, metal and all? Had that nanite swarm broken it down so efficiently that she could do the same to them? And why was it that they weren’t running away at the mere sight of it if they knew that there was a non-zero chance they could be next? Perhaps it was the simple fact that, gluttonous or not, the ascended Eliksni was something of an imposing sight, imposing enough to overload one’s better judgement and promise it that, if only it were to work towards them, then it would be duly rewarded with an ample supply of divine love and attention. In reality, this was nothing but an unintended side effect of whatever the original batch of nanites had done to Kenna; the former human was barely even aware of the small ones next to her once she got started consuming her surroundings properly, because why would she bother with those who couldn’t even begin to scratch her ankles in terms of power? It felt like a waste of time, time she could instead be dedicating to tearing down everything around her and feeding it into that void that her stomach had turned into, hoping that maybe, if only she ate everything, then she would eventually be satisfied… before the next meal, of course. Or dessert. Or a second course, those were always good.
Now that she had confirmation that her body could take whatever it was the nanites inside of it could touch, however, things were quite a bit simpler than they used to be; after all, if she didn’t even require food to be, well, food, then anything that existed could be used to fuel that immense, roaring furnace inside of her that kept demanding for more and bigger meals for the feast. In fact, the more she looked around, the more Kenna came to understand that there was a very good reason why she was even there to begin with, why her mind had guided her to not inform her team that she might’ve been infected, and why she had gone to such great lengths to ensure that her transformation was as successful as it turned out to be. She used to be a Guardian, but now was something more; and as a former human, especially once with such a high level of responsibility, she just happened to have access to one of the most important landmarks on the planet, the central hub from which everything of note took place, where the Traveller had opted to park itself, where destiny itself converged. And while before she might’ve looked at this as it was, that being a burden that she and a select few were chosen to carry, now it was revealed to her that, quite the contrary, it was in fact an opportunity; an opportunity to truly ascend, to break free of the mortal bonds holding her back, chaining her down to her pitiful former existence as nothing more than a faceless soldier in a war that she no longer cared about. She was something better now, someone that could take whatever they wanted and turn it into more glorified pudge for her belly, more fat for her rotund and gorgeous body, all while the gnawing hunger inside of her grew bigger and stronger the more she went without feeding it! Maybe, she thought to herself, everything in her life had led to that exact moment, where she looked up at the Traveller, floating in the air, bearing down on Humanity from above, and saw not the last hope for salvation amidst a universe happy to wipe her former species off the face of their homeworld… but a snack. A big, round, delicious snack that made her lick her lips in contented delight even before she got to taste it… but she would. She was sure of it.
Before she could get there though, Kenna needed a little boost to her body. She was big, yes, but not enough enough to try and tackle the Traveller without promptly getting shut down in the process; luckily for her, and unluckily for everyone else, she was just big enough to be able to lord her size over all the tiny ones running around her, and just strong enough that their pathetic attempts at stopping her were already completely ineffective. Melee combat was a bust, as anything brought to bear on her body would either bounce off her curves or be absorbed into them via a quick swipe by the growing nanite swarm inside of her; firefights would end as quickly as they began, what with the thick cloud of nanoscopic automatons that surrounded her in every direction creating an impenetrable shell that only grew stronger the more anyone tried to damage it. In fact, all that Kenna needed to do was sit her fat ass down and allow her intention and willpower to guide her actions… or rather, the hungry cloud of nanites breaking down everything around her into its constituent components, only to then rearrange them much like it did to the ship, only on a much grander scale. It wasn’t just the Tower that surrounded her, but the whole City around that, the last place where life of her former kind flourished; the technological marvels brought about by the Traveller’s appearance, the last remaining bastion of humankind in a cold, dark, uncaring universe, all of it was right there for the taking, if only she had the will to take it all without bothering to ask. And if there was something that Kenna had in vast quantities at that time, it was an intense need to take for herself, she wasn’t picky about what.
Therefore, why not take everything? The panelling on the walls, stripped; the very floor beneath her widening rear, torn off and ground down. The railings, the machinery, the replicators and their nigh-endless power supply system, the ships flying by and the ones parked at a distance, even the occasional person who wasn’t fast enough to escape from her ravenous appetite. All of it served to feed into a continuously growing, never ending vicious cycle whereby more consumption merely made her larger, therefore made her hungrier, and thus spiked her need to eat even more; Kenna was both fully aware of this and yet taken by it anyway, no longer caring about the consequences or what might happen to her. She couldn’t even be shot now, not without the ballistics or energy blasts being used to make her gloriously oversized body even bigger than it already was; she couldn’t even be attacked by moving ships, seeing as they’d only be swatted down from the heavens and plunged into her hungry maw, or simply pushed into the many folds of her colossal belly, where her weight alone would pancake them before the nanites helped her take the metal into her body. All the while, she grew bigger, softer, rounder, a ball of fat and pudge that knew only how to become more massive as it reached the peaks of indecency and kept climbing, Kenna by that point openly moaning and trying to move her hands somewhere where they could make good use of all that arousal. That she was surrounded by panicked screaming and what remained of the human race preparing for a final battle didn’t really register to her; as long as she could keep herself from falling down to the ground levels too hard, then nothing else really mattered as far as she was concerned, especially considering she still had the rest of the city to consume after she was done with that pitiful little tower with a capital T. How typical of her former species, to give things such important-sounding names when they were a mere five-minute banquet for someone like her, who could make it all just… go away, vanished down her gullet, with as much ease as she would snap her fingers.
It was almost scandalous how easily she utterly broke down her surroundings and added them onto her growing self, almost as if the last redoubt for Humankind was naught but a bunch of cardboard and she a colossal monster ready to stomp on it… well, the comparison was almost apt, but the last thing Kenna needed was to picture herself as an even greater beast devouring everything, or else her horniness might just jump to truly insurmountable levels. No, best that she focus on what she could feel at that exact moment, that being her nanite swarm gently lowering her through the air as the structure around her was destroyed and remade to better suit her desires, until she felt the warm ground beneath her by-then house-sized cheeks, cheeks that only grew fatter as the last remnants of the Tower were broken down and directly pumped into her. From there, it was easy to know where to go: the whole City was there, undefended, unguarded seeing as so many of its protectors just so happened to be close by when Kenna discovered that her appetites included former humans if they just so happened to be near her when the nanites sought her next snack. There was nothing and no one that could slow her down, let alone stop her, except perhaps for the Traveller itself… and what was it going to do, smite her down with the wrath of a big, stationary floating ball? It was nothing to her, nothing if not another snack that she was merely too small to fully appreciate; as soon as the whole City was packed away inside of her belly and in that enormous ass of hers though, then it would see who the real ruler of Humankind was. Sure, by that point, there probably wouldn’t be any humans left beyond the ones that happened to be off-world during her little rampage, but who was counting? She certainly wasn’t, not when she had to get busy extending her net of nanites to encompass literally everything on not just her immediate surroundings, but the whole metropolis as well!
It didn’t matter to her that the main emotion on everyone’s mind was blind panic and existential dread, as a colossal Eliksni enshrouded by literal tons of nanites had just risen from the ashes of the Tower and now loomed over most of the buildings around it, spreading her arms around and beckoning forth for everything to be dumped into her waiting maw. She was a goddess of destruction, one whose happy little squeals and giggles were powerful enough to cause small quakes that only served to soften the cityscape up for when her minions came to pluck it up. One by one, every structure closest to her was ripped to shreds and turned into more sustaining feedstock, Kenna’s body no longer even needing to have her meals transformed into something palatable; their mass alone would keep her going, make her grow, make her fatten, make her tits become so massive they could flatten buildings and yet look so tiny next to that gigantic belly swung out in front of her that she might as well be flat-chested. Make her become so grossly engorged that her head was practically buried by the folds of fat in her own neck, make her become something so beyond mortal ken that anyone who laid eyes on her would drop their weapons and willingly succumb to the knowledge that their life was forfeit, meant to be used as nothing more than fuel for the ascension of their new goddess. Then, and only then, could the ascended Eliksni, the former human known as Kenna, be truly satisfied and sated… but she wasn’t.
She should be. By all objective means, after being done tearing the whole City down into its constituent bits and absorbing them through every pore, becoming this gigantic, flabby blob of an Eliksni with a shadow that was cast for miles behind her, Kenna should have been done with her rampage. She’d done it, it was over, most of her former kind was gone and, while not exactly buried, at least somewhere where it couldn’t come back from; the fact that her nanites were going to work on the rest of the planet, breaking down its crust and eating whatever vegetation was around, should be nothing more than a dessert, a finisher after a particularly heavy meal. She should be sated… but she wasn’t. In fact, the more Kenna considered this, the more she became acutely aware of how much her hunger hadn’t gone away, and how much it was telling her that the true main course, the real meal, was still there, waiting for her to take it into her maw.
The Traveller. It still floated, taunting her, just within reach. If she wanted to, Kenna could stretch her arms out and touch its smooth surface, bring it closer to her; it was about as big as her belly was now, so why not try and scarf it all down? If she was so powerful as to be able to strip the planet down the mantle already just from consuming whatever was lying around, who knew what she’d be capable of doing once the full might of that thing was absorbed into her. Yes, that’s what had to happen; it was her fate, her destiny, that which she was meant to do: to eat the Traveller, and take from it everything.
She licked her lips again, slavering and drooling as she pulled the sphere towards her.
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From;Mr.Michael Kamah and Family,
Johannesburg,South Africa.
My Dear ,
Good day.This very confidential request should come as a surprise to you.But it is because of the nature of what is happening to me and my family urged me to contact you, and I quite understand that this is not the best way to contact you because of the nature of my request and the attention it requires.I got your contact information from your country's information directory during my desperate search for someone who can assist me secretly and confidentially in relocating and managing some family fortunes.
My name is Mr.Michael Kamah, the second son of Mr.Smith Kamah, of Beitbridge Zimbabwe.At the height of the present political crises in our country,in which the white farmers in our country are being slained and ripped off their belongings by the supporters of our president,Mr.Robert G.Mugabe,in their efforts to reclaim all the white owned farms in our country,my father and my elder brother were brutally slained to a painful death on the 13th of february,2002, in their struggle to protect some white farmers who ran to take refuge in our house.My father,during his life on earth was a prominent business man who trades on diamond and gold from some foreign countries .He publicly opposes the crude policies and crime against humanity on the white farmers by Mr.Robert Mugabe and his followers,which they enforced media law restrictions to protect their wicked acts.That not being enough,the president and his followers after winning the last undemocratic elections decided to block and !
confiscate all accounts and assets of our black indigenes[that included my fathers assets and accounts] who oppose his policies and render support to these white farmers,along with the assets of these white farmers themselves,that are being presently confiscated.I therefore decided to move my mother and younger sister to the Republic of South Africa,where we presently live without anything and without any source of livelyhood.
During my fathers life on earth,he had deposited the sum of Eight Million and Six Hundred Thousand United States Dollars[$8.600.000.00],in a trunk box with a Finance and Security Company in the Republic of Togo for a cash and carry Diamond and Gold business with some foreign business customers, awaiting instructions to be moved to its destination,which he never completed before he met his untimely death on that faithful day.In view of this and as the only surviving son of my father,and with the present clamp down,killing and confiscation of his assets as one of those who render support to the white farmers in our country,I therefore humbly wish to inform you of my intentions to use your name and adress in making sure that this fund is lifted out of Africa finally,to the Europe office of the finance company and also seek for your honest and trustworthy assistance to help me clear and accommodate this money over there before it is dictated out and blocked by the present Mugabe's!
regime.My mother is presently with the valid document covering this deposit.
Now this is what I actually want you to do for me;
1. I want you to be presented to the Finance and Security company as the person I contacted to assist my family for this purpose, with whose name and adress myself and my mother will forward to them their office in the Republic of Togo as the person that will clear this money when they lift it out to their europe office.
2. To finally assist me in accommodating and managing this money in any lucrative business in your country for at least three years.
Please,I hope you will grant and view this very request with favour and much understanding of our situation now,and will be a very honest and reliable person to deal with.And also bearing in mind the confidential nature of this my request,I emphasize please that you keep every bit of it to yourself so as to protect my familys future and yourself rendering this help.Thanking you in anticipation of your urgent response as soon as you read this very request.
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This worksheet is a quiz-style activity designed to test students’ understanding of antonyms. It lists nine statements, each proposing a pair of words as opposites. For each statement, there are two options, “true” or “false,” and the students’ task is to circle the correct answer, indicating whether they believe the words are true opposites. The pairs include a variety of words ranging from descriptive adjectives to action verbs.
The worksheet’s goal is to reinforce the students’ knowledge of antonyms by having them identify whether the given word pairs are correct opposites. It challenges students to think critically about word meanings and relationships. This exercise also serves as a tool for assessing vocabulary and comprehension of language concepts. By engaging with this activity, students can further cement their understanding of how words relate to one another within the English language. | EDUCATION |
Term 2 Topic 3 Combining Materials IntroductionMaterials can be processed to make new materials or products such as:Mixing and setting (e.g. plaster of Paris or polyfilla and water to make plaster).Mixing and setting (e.g. sand, gravel, cement and water to make concrete).Mixing and cooking (e.g. making dough).Mixing and cooling (e.g. jelly powder and water to make jelly).Mixing and drying/firing (e.g. wet clay and straw to make clay bricks).The properties of the new materials/products may be different to the those of the original materials.Teacher Input 1Before the lesson starts, the teacher will need to:Watch the video clip on Making Glue (link provided below).Set up all ingredients.Prepare a poster board with heading: PROCESSED MATERIALS.Prepare pictures of processed materials for learners to glue to the poster board (e.g. jelly, cake, clay bowl, etc.).Greet learners.Make the glue in front of them, explaining each step.Learner Activity 1Allow learners to use the glue to paste pictures of processed materials on the poster board.Ask learners to look at each picture and try to list what was combined to make each one.Teacher Input 2Show Presentation 1.Show Video Clip 1 (1:38 minutes).This video shows us how to make new material from existing material. It shows us how to make glue that is non-toxic & eco-friendly.Show Video Clip 2 (4:43 minutes).The video shows how easy it is to make your own shower gel or liquid soap from a bar of soap.Show Video Clip 3 (7:02 minutes) .The video shows the steps taken to make a clay pot.Learner Activity 2This activity is designed to give learners the opportunity to show that they can work in a group, give instructions, and demonstrate that they understand how products are processed.Divide learners into groups of 4.Each group must choose one process – Making Jelly; Making Glue; Making a Clay Pot; Making Cement; etc. – and prepare an oral presentation on this process.Groups must have clear instructions and pictures in their presentations (drawn or printed).Learners will find guidelines for this task from THUNDERBOLT KIDS pg 76 - 193 .Groups will then present their demonstrations to the class.After each demonstration, learners will create a flow chart on how the processed material was made (example from THUNDERBOLT KIDS pg 173).Teacher Input 3Give feedback on the Group oral presentations.Hand out Worksheet A and ask learners to complete it.Hand out Worksheet B.Using the example of pineapple jelly, explain to learners how to fill in the worksheet.Learners must fill in answers using their vocabulary list.Revision Activity 1Learners complete Quiz 1.Revision Activity 2Learners complete Quiz 2 in class or as homework.Additional Resources: Video LinksMaking pottery clay - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYCA7rmX_4YMixtures and solutions - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-2EoyDYamg By Administrator|2015-07-16T12:33:49+02:00June 17th, 2015|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! facebooktwitterlinkedinredditwhatsapptumblrpinterestvkEmail About the Author: Administrator Leave A Comment Cancel replyYou must be logged in to post a comment. | EDUCATION |
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Resistors are mainly used to limit current flow in a circuit, but they also function to reduce input voltages. In such a capacity, they take an input voltage and divide it into two or more output voltages that are proportional to the resistance. For this reason, resistors are also known as voltage dividers.
A resistor is an electrical component that has a current I proportional to a voltage V. The constant of proportionality is R, the resistance. A linear resistor obeys Ohm's Law V = IR.
Resistors are added to circuits in series or in parallel. For voltage divider circuits, they are connected to each other in series. Resistors form a series circuit when they are placed side by side next to each other. They all share the same current, but the input voltage is divided among them, dependent upon the value of each individual resistance. The circuit therefore functions as a voltage reducer if an output voltage is used as an input to another circuit or device.
To design a voltage divider, you must have an idea of the amount of voltage you need the power source to be reduced to. Once you know this, use the voltage divider formula to design an appropriate series circuit.
Voltage Divider Formula
For a series circuit with two resistors, Vin = V1 + V2. The total resistance is found by adding each resistor directly together. The current I is the same for each of them. Substituting Ohm's Law for Vin yields Vin = IR1 + IR2 = I*(R1 + R2). Therefore I = Vin/(R1 + R2).
Combining Ohm's Law with the equation for I above gives Vout =V2 = IR2 = (Vin/(R1 + R2))_R2. Therefore Vout = R2_Vin/(R1 + R2). Vout is a voltage reduction resistor formula more commonly known as the voltage divider formula.
Two resistors are in series, with R1 = 10 ohm and R2 = 100 ohm. They are attached to a 1.5-volt battery. To find the output voltage, use Vout = (100 ohm)(1.5 volt)/(10 ohm + 100 ohm) = 1.3 volts. Test the circuit by building it and using a multimeter to measure the output voltage.
You are given a 9-volt battery, and you need to have approximately 6 volts coming from the output. Suppose R1 is 330 ohms. Use the voltage divider equation to find out what R2 should be. Using the formula for Vout, R2 needs to be around 825 ohms. If 825-800 ohms cannot be found and precision is not required, substitute a resistor 10 to 20 percent off the needed value.
Use an online resistance calculator to find the resistor values for the voltage divider circuit. All resistors in series with each other share the same current but divide the input voltage. Practice by wiring three or four resistors together and then using a multimeter to measure the voltage across each of them.
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Shattered Shards Magical Mishaps
Arilee groaned loudly as she looked at her two study partners. The blonde elf raised her hand immediately, "Miss Chromium, can I change partners?" she asked, a foul expression on her face.
The silvery-gray dragoness scowled with an equally foul expression over the glasses on the end of her snout, "No. I've chosen the groups I've chosen for a reason. I'm asking you to complete your alchemical synthesis project with Cathell and Nathara for a reason. I'm not asking you to take them to a ball or to one of your high society dinners. You need to make a circle, cast a spell, and that is all."
The dragoness' tail flicked in annoyance and she snorted to show her displeasure, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. "Nor am I asking you to dive into a mosh pit with them, which considering the number of marks on your disciplinary record for forging parental excuse notes to take part in contact sports is probably for your benefit."
"But...!" the elf protested.
Chromium's lips pulled ever so slightly back, exposing sharp, metallic teeth, "You are enrolled in a public school, Miss Appleleaf. Your private tutors may have catered to your slightest whim, desire, and abhorrence of non-elven races, but I do not. If you want to abide by the Terran regulations of twelve grades of education, rather than the familiar elven forty eight, you are obligated to abide by the regulations of such a system."
Arilee's disgust was obvious, and she regarded her assigned partners with a look that she would give to errant dog droppings.
"I will remind you, Miss Appleleaf, that baring exceptional circumstances, one's species is, thankfully, not contagious in nature. Human children banish the concept of 'cooties' before they enter middle school. Now, get over there with your partners and start working on your assignment before I assign you to catching frogs for my afternoon biology class, and Principal Murglarp's lunch. He likes the big fat ones from the middle of the swamp, you know."
Arilee wrinkled her nose just thinking about all the mud, stagnant water, mosquitoes, other assorted bugs. And also the croaking slimy frogs, and the equally slimy principal. She wasn't sure how the sahuagin managed to get himself, not only a position with a public school, but in a place exceptionally far from the nearest ocean.
The elf maiden shuddered and forced herself up out of her chair, approaching her two partners and reluctantly sitting with them. Nathara sneered and made a show of cracking her knuckles, the menace of the act enhanced by her bald head, dusting of scales, and the rather prominent fangs within her mouth.
"Fuck this up for Cath 'n me, tit, and I'll be rearranging that face of yours so that not even an orc'll be looking at you without throwing up." She said in low, accented tones.
"Miss Chromium!" Arilee said, standing, backing away from the serpentkin.
"And leeches. Big, black, slimy, chewy leeches. They'll go well with the frogs, I would think." The dragoness said, not even bothering to turn her head.
"Wouldn't that be a sight, Cath? Miss high 'n mighty forced to slog through the bog waters, picking bloodsucking gobs of black snot off her perfect little legs."
Cathell sighed and clenched her eye shut, the Cyclops shaking her head, "I think that the three of us ought to put our personal and racial issues aside and accomplish the task set before us. It will require a minimum of effort from all parties involved. The assignment is merely a low-grade transubstantiation. Nathara can draw forth the energy, and I am easily capable of both drawing the circle and performing the incantation."
Arilee shook her head, "No way! I'm doing the incantation!" the elf said with a scowl, "There's no way I'm going to let my grade hang on the efforts of a pair of... moral, spiritual, and genetic deviants! I'll do the incantation. Just tell me where and when."
"Right after school, out in the parking lot, tit. I'll take your block off for talking about Cath that way. Insult me all you like, but don't be flinging hateful words at an admitted pacifist. That's just bad taste."
Cathell simply sighed once more, "Please stop fighting you two, it's not going to do anyone any good. I have my arcane chalks at home. If you'd prefer to get this done as soon as possible, we can all head there after school."
Arilee shook her head, "You live in a CAVE."
The Cyclops nodded, absently toying with her auburn hair out of nervousness, "Well, yes, but it is a particularly nice cave. It is essentially nature's pre-fabricated housing. It's not like it's a wet, wild, filled with bats type cave. It's just that same as any other house save for the general shape and undergroundedness of it. It surpasses all the human world guidelines for construction and safety."
She gave Arilee a small scowl, "And the fact that it is solid stone and not living wood means that my floors are perfectly acceptable drawing surfaces for the ritual."
The elf snorted, "Fine, I'll see you there, then." She said, getting up just as the bell rang to signal their next class.
Nathara expressed her own disgust, sticking out her forked tongue at the elf's back. "That's one girl that life really needs to smack around a bit and teach a lesson."
Cethell shook her head, "Don't you dare do anything to her. Karma will make sure her bigotry will catch up with her."
The serpentkin sighed and placed an arm around the cyclops' shoulders, "Only because you asked me to, Cath." She said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
-o-
Later that afternoon, Arilee knocked on the door of Cathell's cave. Aside from the fact that the entrance was in the side of a hill, it was otherwise like most of the homes in the neighborhood. There was even a porch light, a mailbox, and a small window.
She waited for a few moments, putting her pointed ear to the door. It was rather rude of them to keep her waiting on the doorstep like some common beggar. The cyclops had said after school, and four o'clock was after school.
Arilee sighed and grabbed the knob, finding the door unlock she turned it and stepped inside. Immediately she had to go down several stairs to where there was a mat with several pairs of shoes on it, sitting right to the side of another door.
It may not have been the epitome of high architecture or a well-sculpted elven tree-home, but it wasn't the repulsive, water dripping hovel that Arilee had been expected. The walls had even been stuccoed and painted, with the shiny, latex based paint that was favored by the humans of the mundane world.
The elf opened the inner door, her eyes wide with what she saw. Cathell and Nathara were seated on the couch, holding hands, and they were kissing! Kissing! Two females! With TONGUES even! Arilee was stunned into silence for a few moments.
"That is DISGUSTING!" she finally managed to say, startling her classmates.
"Hey, don't be knocking it until you've tried it." The serpentkin said, a bit of a blush adding red to the dusting of green scales.
"Urgh, a world full of loathsome deviants." Arilee sighed to herself.
"This from the gal whose pantheon of deities is headed up by a somewhat poofy, foppish male god of art, beauty, and prancing faeries." Nathara said with a chuckle.
Arilee growled and lunged forward as the good name of Corellon was insulted. Nathara leaped up from the couch and drove her shoulder into the elf's midsection, taking her down to the ground.
"Well, finally! I've been waiting for you to start something for a long time now, tit!" the serpentkin said gleefully as she got to her feet, waiting for the elf to strike again.
"Stop calling me 'tit!'" Arilee shouted, throwing a wild punch that Nathara sidestepped. The serpent took up a boxing stance, ready to brawl when Cathell imposed herself between the two.
"No fighting in my house!" she scolded, "Now Arilee, if we could just calm down for a moment, go into the other room, get the assignment done, you can be out of here in fifteen minutes with the entire weekend free of Nathara to look forward to. Or if you like the two of you can go right back to brawling."
"Fine!" Arilee said with a snort, her mind already plotting how to get even with the serpent for her disgusting sexuality as well as her besmirchment of an elven god.
"True, we ought to get you to speak that incantation before I knock all the teeth out of your face." Nathara said in a sickly sweet tone of voice. She whistled happily as she walked into the other room, leaving Cathell to restrain an enraged Arilee.
"Look," the cyclops said with a sigh, "I know you don't like us, for whatever reasons you have. I don't want to see Nathara or you get hurt. So please, let's just get the assignment done with so we can part ways."
Arilee nodded, "Fine. Let's just do this and be done with it." She said, walking into the other room.
-o-
Arilee knelt in one of the outer circles. She had to admit, the two were actually almost competent. The series of circles and triangles required for the ritual were just about perfect, the runes written with the proper flourishes that Arilee herself took pride in adding, rather than merely using the base runes.
Nathara drew the elemental energy into the circle quite well; there was more than enough to work with. Her serpentine blood must have given her a tie to the earth. The assignment was quite simple; they'd been given a chipped ceramic cup and a rubber ball. The idea was to transform the ceramic into rubber and also have it smoothed out and blemish free. The latter quality was represented in the third inner circle by a perfectly smooth mirror.
It was a simple spell, and one that Arilee would have been able to complete by herself. But the assignment specified all three of them, and the object needed their three arcane signatures.
The elf began to shape the mana, spreading it out in the circle as she began to chant. They'd been given the specific items to use for this. Arilee grinned as she continued the chant. Her grade in the class was exceptionally high, in the high 90's. She could afford to botch one assignment. Though perhaps her lab partners could not.
Either way, it would be a spot on their records and a lesson not to mess with Arilee again. The elf took a deep breath, ready to finish the incantation. With a sudden movement Arilee faked a sneeze, leaning downward, blowing chalk dust into the circle.
"Dammit you tit!" the serpentkin growled as the project was ruined.
But rather than the effect Arilee thought would happen, a flawed transubstantiation, there was instead a white light, a sudden heat, and a loud noise. An explosion.
The elf's vision filled with white and she felt herself suddenly thrown forward. She hit her head against something, and then she saw no more.
-o-
Arilee moaned softly and tried to sit up, but she found herself unable to, a strange weight on her chest. She groaned and reached up, attempting to rub her aching forehead. Instead she found smooth scales.
"Great," she grumbled, "I'm stuck under a stupid snake."
She opened her eyes and blinked, but she wasn't able to see much, she could see some light, but strands of soft auburn as well as some of her own white-blonde hair were in the way.
She tried to move her other hand, but found a rather plump breast instead of her head. Arilee grumbled, the busty cyclops was lying on her too. She could feel them breathing so they most definitely were not dead.
Arilee felt strange, it was a little difficult to breathe and there was a strange ache that she couldn't quite place, as well as several other rather strange sensations. There was an annoying tingling over most of her body as well. Probably discharge from the left over spell energy.
Arilee's hand followed the cyclops' breast upward, hoping to find a shoulder to shake her awake. The elf was being squished and she didn't particularly like it. Arilee blinked as the orb seemed to go on and on. If she was feeling things right, the cyclops had tits the size of beach balls. She was busty, but not THAT Busty.
Arilee continued moving her hand upward, but rather than finding Cathell's head, she found another breast. Weird. She kept feeling around, finding another scaled shoulder. That didn't feel quite right. The elf's arms were quite far apart, she was finding Nathara's shoulder's about a body length to the left and to the right as well, and the breasts beneath the left shoulder didn't feel like the serpentkin's comparatively small bumps.
"Wake up Nathara!" the elf called, "You're squishing me!"
"Mmm?" Nathara mumbled, before opening her eyes and trying to sit up.
Arilee yelped as she felt herself moving as well, but it was better then nothing. She pushed up from the ground as well, hopefully managing to get whatever the strange weight was off of her.
The elf felt a strange weight on her left side, dead weight. Was she partially paralyzed? Had the cavern collapsed? A rock striking her spine and making half her body numb? Arilee didn't think so, she felt everything.
The cyclops' hair was out of her face at least now, and she blew her own out of her eyes.
"Oh bugger..." Nathara said, almost right in her ear.
"Would you get off of me already?" Arilee muttered, "You've got to be just about in my lap."
"Ah.... I think you ought to take a look down. I've got no idea whose lap it is." The serpentkin said a bit quieter and less forceful than usual.
"Look down?" Arilee asked, "Why should I look... down?"
She did, and found a rather large, tan orb in the way. She could see things out of the corners of her eyes as well. Another of the orbs, breasts! Three huge breasts on her chest as well as... oh no.
The elf turned her head and came literally face to face with the serpentkin. "No, no, no, no! No way this can be right! Where are my arms?"
"Umm... I think there's one over here. Is this one yours?" Nathara asked, and Arilee felt a scaled hand grip her wrist, in fact she felt the scaled hand as well. Having figured out where the arm was, Arilee wiggled her fingers.
"Which one has the wiggling fingers? I can't see; these damned things are in the way!"
Arilee gestured at the three beach ball sized breasts hanging from her... their chest.
"The one I'm holding. What about this one?"
"No, I feel it, but it's kind of hard to move. I don't think that's mine."
Nathara sighed, "I can't see past your hair, is Cathell on the other side?"
The elf turned and found herself nose deep in soft, auburn hair. She'd never noticed before, but Cathell used a rather pleasant floral scented shampoo. And her hair was quite soft, she'd have to asked what kind of hair care products she used.
"Yeah, she's apparently stuck in this mess too." Arilee sighed, "Any idea what happened?"
Nathara chuckled, "I've got a pretty good idea. You went and fucked up the transubstantiation spell."
"What? ME?!" Arilee said, horrified, insulted. It was quite true, and she knew it, but Nathara didn't have to know.
"You sneezed during the most critical portion of the spell, and the sneeze went and screwed up the circle something awful! Who knows what the hell happened?"
"You added to the incantation while you were serving as a mana focus! Your calling me a tit all the time is probably why we have these three huge tits now!" Arilee growled.
"Six." Muttered Cathell, blinking her single eye, finally waking up after the sudden shock of the spell gone wrong.
"Six? What do you mean six?" Arilee asked, sounding a little hysterical.
"Well, I can feel the weight on my chest, and I can feel a similar weight on my belly. Plus I can run my hands over them." She said matter-of-factly.
"Hey, stop that, those aren't your hands!" Arilee said rather testily, her arms twitching as she could feel Cathell try to move them.
"Sorry, sorry. I think mine are on the bottom, then, since I can see scales on the shoulder here."
The cyclops moved her hands over the trio's conjoined body, gripping each breast in turn. "See, one and two on my side, one and two on Nathara's side, and one..."
Arilee slapped Cathell's hand with one of her own.
"Ow!" all three of them said at the same time.
"Don't do that, tit!" growled Nathara, "You hit one of us, we all feel it."
"Don't call me a tit!" the elf growled, and punched the serpentkin in the face, making all three of them wince. Ignoring the pain, Nathara struck back. The elf took advantage of the lower position of her arms to grip Nathara's wrists, preventing her from striking again.
"Please stop fighting, you two." Cathell said with a weary sigh, "Let's get our feet under us and head to the office. One of the walls is covered with a mirror, we ought to be able to survey the extent of the conjoinment and see if things are readily fixable."
Nathara sighed, "I'm fine with stopping the brawl right here. She popped me one, I gave her the same in kind, so we're even."
Arilee turned and glared eye to eye with the serpentkin, "I won't hit her unless she calls me that filthy word again. And for the love of the stars, what is that weird hot, itchy feeling down below my belly?"
Nathara's jaw dropped and Cathell's eye widened in surprise. The serpentkin began to laugh.
"What? What's so funny? Why are you laughing at me, you stupid snake!" Arilee growled, though Cathell managed to grab the elf's hands before she could start swinging.
"I had thought that being in high school, you would be familiar with such bodily aspects, but perhaps elves develop such urges later."
"What sort of urges?" Arilee asked, rather confused. She could feel the heat rising in Cathell's cheeks, not needing to see the cyclops to tell that she was blushing.
"You're horny, you damned puritan elf!" Nathara managed to get out before rupting into another fit of laughter.
"Horny?" Arilee asked, not understanding.
"The sensation you're feeling is sexual arousal, Arilee." The cyclops explained.
The elf whipped her head around, staring into the girl's single eye with a look of confusion, disgust and horror.
"It can't be! Elven sexual urges don't tend to kick in until our early fifties! I'm only thirty six years old! Those are definitely NOT my urges!" Arilee protested.
Nathara continued to chortle, "It's a definite feeling in the middle. I'm well aware of my own arousal feels like, and I bet Cathell knows damn well what it feels like when she's all hot and bothered. So it's definitely you!"
Arilee felt a blush come to her own skin, most of her portion of their shared flesh heating up in humiliation and embarrassment, and somehow that made the strange inner fire grow warmer and more insistent.
"You're lying just to tease and torment me!" Arilee said quietly, trying to prevent her eyes from tearing up. She didn't want to start crying in front of Cathell and Nathara. Well, technically between them.
The cyclops released Arilee's wrists, her left hand instead gently gripping and squeezing Arilee's own.
"There, there," she said softly, her right hand reaching up to brush some stray hair from Arilee's face, "This is a strange and confusing event for all of us. But as we are all sharing, for a time, the same flesh, we all need to cooperate in order to function. Now, let's take things slowly, one step at a time. Agreed?"
Arilee nodded, "Agreed." She said with a snuffle.
"Agreed." Nathara added, still grinning like a loon.
"Okay, first thing, we need to get all our legs straight out in front of us so that we can see how many of them we have and which ones are under whose control. Okay, move them on three, one, two, three!"
The trio shifted their legs, finding four of them.
"Okay, I can tell this one is mine for sure." Nathara said, pointing to the further right of the four, "On account of the scales and all."
"And likely that means that the left one is mine. Arilee, if you'd like to try and bend the toes on the two in the middle?"
The elf nodded and concentrated, it was rather difficult to do so, but the ten toes bent.
"Okay, now just the left one, I'm going to try and help out."
With both Arilee and Cathell thinking about the movement, the toes wiggled quite easily.
"Okay, Nathara, now you do the same with the middle right."
The serpentkin nodded, and the middle-right foot's toes bent.
"Arilee, let Nathara and myself try now."
Even with two of the girls concentrating, their combined effort could only match what Arilee could do on her own.
"Now, walking. I think the most stable will be using alternating legs. Left and mid-right take a step, then right and mid-left. That way we essentially approximate a 'normal' gait for the reach of us, since we all have control over two legs. Now, let's try standing up..."
-o-
The three stumbled a few times, but managed to make it into Cathell's office. It was a strange gait, but the three managed to settle into the pace quite quickly. It was kind of like walking normally, each one moving one leg, then the other. Once they got started they found it quite easy to keep pace, though each couldn't fully control portions of the body, they could all feel ever inch of their shared flesh.
"It looks so... perfect." Arilee managed, her part of the body quivering a little bit, her skin was flushed, the sight of their naked form in the mirror only making her arousal worse.
Cathell chanted softly, placing a hand to her closed eyelid. Though the cyclops race only had a single eye, the simplicity made it a great deal easier to cast spells to enhance or alter their vision.
She opened her eye and looked carefully over their reflection, "We seem to be okay. The spell has seamlessly merged our bodies. I don't see any problems with the respiration, circulation, or digestive systems. Our organs aren't quite what you'd expect. We have four lungs, two larger ones and two smaller ones, two hearts that are a bit larger than normal, and our digestive system is hooked up kind of strangely. I think we have four stomachs, three smaller ones that I'd consider normal, and then a larger one that the three connect to. We only have a single set of intestines leading from it, though."
Cathell placed her hand over her eye and chanted a few words once more. "Our skeletal system is a bit... odd. But it seems to be quite functional. The entire form is quite well crafted, so I don't think we're going to have any problems, medically at least."
"The whole layout of our body is rather interesting. Rather than what I'd expect, three different sets of organs haphazardly working together, we have what seems to be a similar form that is perfectly suited for optimal efficiency." Cathell said, seeming rather proud.
"Our skin looks very smooth." Nathara observed, running a hand over a central breast, and then down over a leg, "I'm not sure if it's from me or what, but aside from our heads, there's not a hair on our bodies."
"...st-stop it..." Arilee moaned softly as her breast was stroked.
Cathell did the same thing, rubbing the inside of their middle-left for a moment before moving downward. "Very interesting, I think it's more than hairless. I do believe that rather than focusing on the cup, the two spells for rubberization and smoothing worked on us."
The cyclops grinned and gripped a nipple on the lower central breast, tugging hard. All three girls cried out, but in pleasure, not of pain. The flesh had stretched quite far without the slightest hint of pain.
Nathara's hands immediately went for their upper outside breasts, while Cathell cupped the lower. "I thought I had detected increased blood flow in the breast and loin regions," the cyclops said breathlessly, "It would explain the increased sensitivity."
"Increased sensitivity?" Nathara asked, grinning widely, "That I've got to try."
"Nrrrrgh! STOP IT!" Arilee shouted, "Please, stop it! I don't like being fondled by lesbian perverts!"
"Well, judging from which set of legs has the hardest ache between them, I think you're lying." Nathara teased, moving her hand over, caressing the elf's netherlips.
Arilee yelped, "Cease that lewd behavior at once!" she demanded, "It's un... un... oooh..."
"Arilee, is self-pleasure considered a deviant act?" Cathell asked, hoping to defuse the situation.
"...no..." the elf whispered, eyes and teeth clenched, trying to fight off the pleasure.
"Do you feel this?" the cyclops asked, running her thumb over their top-right breast.
"Yes." Arilee said, shivering at the caress.
"What about this?" Nathara asked, moving her hand from Arilee's nethers and stroking her own.
"I can f-f-feel that also." She hissed through clenched teeth.
"Well... so can we." Nathara said with a chuckle.
"Any pleasure I would give you or Nathara I am also giving to myself. Any sexual contact we engage in with each other is now by default a sort of masturbation." Cathell explained, "Which is something that, while not openly embraced, is something that your race would consider acceptable behavior as long as it is carried out in private, yes?"
Arilee's blush deepened, "I... I suppose."
"Good. Then let us make way to the bedroom where the toys are kept."
"T-toys?" Arilee asked, at once frightened and curious.
"Oh yeah, you didn't think two girls are just all about tongues and fingers and rubbing against one another, did you?" Nathara asked with a chuckle.
"I... I'd never even thought about it." The elf said.
The three made their way out of the office and began to walk down the hallway.
"Could you please turn your head this way for a second, Arilee?" Cathell asked, "I want to see something."
Arilee did, finding herself nose to nose with Cathell. "Why? What are you....?"
The elf suddenly found the cyclops' tongue in her mouth, Cathell's lips meeting her own. Her eyes widened in surprise and she felt her anger begin to rise. But the rage she expected never came. Instead her anger popped like a bubble at the gentle sensations.
Arilee had never been kissed before, not in this way, at least. She closed her eyes and did her best to return the favor.
Cathell pulled away, leaving Arilee whimpering, eager for more. "Give that to Nathara." She said, chuckling.
The elf blinked, not sure as to what Cathell wanted. She felt her head turning, not of her own will, she found her lips suddenly against the serpent's. Overcoming her initial anxiety, she hungrily pressed her tongue into Nathara's mouth, exploring the points of the sharp fangs, and the thin smoothness of her forked tongue.
Arilee held onto the kiss, delighting in it. It didn't quench the burning in her loins, but it seemed to ignite another sort of fire that she found rather enjoyable. She found herself becoming lost in the sensations, only snapping back into full consciousness when she felt the three of them flopping onto the bed. She could feel a basket held in one of Cathell's hands.
Curiosity overcame desire and she broke the kiss from Nathara, turning her gaze forward once more, peering over the large breast beneath her head to try and see what was in the basket.
The elf found Nathara removing several long, brightly colored tube-like items from the basket.
"As you have not experienced lovemaking yet, Nathara and I are going to concentrate on you for awhile. Ok?"
Arilee nodded, extremely curious as to what was going to happen.
"I hope you don't mind, Nathara, but the rubber-like ability of our body has given me a few ideas. Allow me to use your arms for a moment?"
The serpent nodded, "Sure. I know how devious you can get with toys. I'm wondering what you're going to do with our little elfy in the middle too. Any protests, elfy?"
Arilee giggled as Nathara's forked tongue slithered out and licked her cheek. She shook her head, "N-no. It's going to be fun, r-right?"
Cathell nodded, a huge grin on her face, "Oh yes, it's going to be great fun." She said, reaching into the basket and removing several smaller objects.
Arilee moaned as Nathara's scaled hands gripping her nipples, tugging them hard, pulling and stretching them away from her breasts. She cried out as the pressure continued, a pinching sensation added that made her tits seem to virtually radiate pleasure.
Looking down she found her stretched nipples held in place with clothespins.
"Oh... oh gods..." Arilee whimpered, "That feels so good."
She bucked her hips, or at least she tried to, as a similar sensation shot through her loins. It made the ache in her sex that much greater, her sensitivity seemed to grow. She could feel the wetness on her thighs, as well as on the fingers that rubbed and caressed her aching pussy.
"Oh... oh please," she moaned, "Do something about that ache! It feels like my sex is on f-fire!"
"Well, there's a few ways we can do it, do you want the..." Cathell began to explain.
Arilee growled and grabbed the cyclops by the hair, turning her head to meet the elf's gaze. "I don't care! Fucking put something me in already! Whatever feels good!"
The elf felt something cool and smooth slip into her, parting her netherlips, being pushed deeper and deeper into her hungry snatch. There was a sudden, brief pain for a moment, and then Cathell flicked a switch on the toy, which began to buzz and throb deliciously inside Arilee.
The elf moaned loudly, finding herself unable to hold back any longer. She could feel the arousal of her bodymates rising, the pleasure of their fused flesh's central sex making the others ache in envy. She couldn't stand to have any of that ache remain. She found her hands darting between their outer pairs of legs, fingers slipping into Nathara and Cathell as the toy had into Arilee.
The cyclops and serpentkin yelped at the sudden movement and sensation.
"Oh think you can do better, eh?" Nathara said with a grin, "Cathell, let me show her what happens to naughty newbies."
Arilee found herself writhing at the sudden pleasure that filled her. The serpent had taken Arilee's netherlips and stretched them over the end of the vibrating toy, using the clothespins to pinch close the petals of her sex, sealing the toy inside.
Arilee lost her concentration. She couldn't rub or caress anymore, the sensitivity of her rubberized flesh sent her spiraling deep down into animal lust.
She lost herself in the deep, swirling tide of pleasure, allowing it to flow over her. She let herself loose, let the other use her arms, and let them add to their own pleasure with her help.
It felt so incredible, Cathell and Nathara's pleasure, their arousal, their desire, it didn't add to her own. It multiplied it. It all built up, and up, and up, and up to a wonderful white hot moment of purest bliss.
If that was what sex felt like, Arilee felt rather sure that she was going to be engaging in lots and lots of 'deviant' behavior.
-o-
Their shared triple climax left the trio breathless. They lay in the bed for awhile, letting the toys continue their buzzing. But the climaxes that followed seemed to minor in comparison, out of sync with each other.
Cathell took the initiative, removing the clothespins and toys, setting them aside to be washed later.
As the three regained their breath the cyclops noted that their hands seemed to be instinctively moving. She smiled at their placement.
Her left and Arilee's right rested on their belly, between the upper and lower rows of breasts. The elf and the serpentkin had their right arms up by Nathara's head, similar to the placement of Cathell and the serpent left hands.
Each of the six hands was entwined with another. It was a rather cute pose. The cyclops wondered how longer the delicious, tender, loving moment would go on.
"Umm... girls?" Nathara asked, breaking the silence?
Arilee mmmed softly in reply.
"Yes?" Cathell asked.
"I hate to bring this up and ruin the moment, but I think we might have a problem."
Arilee blinked several times, pulling herself up from her drowsy cuddle-puddle state, "Which is?" she asked.
"Umm... I may be wrong on this, it may be nothing."
Cathell sighed, "What is it, Nathara?" Count on the snake to ruin paradise for the rest of them.
"Girls, I do believe that we have to pee." | STORY |
In computer graphics, the midpoint circle algorithm is an algorithm used to determine the points needed for rasterizing a circle. It's a generalization of Bresenham's line algorithm. The algorithm can be further generalized to conic sections.
This algorithm draws all eight octants simultaneously, starting from each cardinal direction (0°, 90°, 180°, 270°) and extends both ways to reach the nearest multiple of 45° (45°, 135°, 225°, 315°). It can determine where to stop because when y = x, it has reached 45°. The reason for using these angles is shown in the above picture: As x increases, it neither skips nor repeats any x value until reaching 45°. So during the while loop, x increments by 1 each iteration, and y decrements by 1 on occasion, never exceeding 1 in one iteration. This changes at 45° because that is the point where the tangent is rise=run. Whereas rise>run before and rise<run after.
The second part of the problem, the determinant, is far trickier. This determines when to decrement y. It usually comes after drawing the pixels in each iteration, because it never goes below the radius on the first pixel. Because in a continuous function, the function for a sphere is the function for a circle with the radius dependent on z (or whatever the third variable is), it stands to reason that the algorithm for a discrete(voxel) sphere would also rely on this Midpoint circle algorithm. But when looking at a sphere, the integer radius of some adjacent circles is the same, but it is not expected to have the same exact circle adjacent to itself in the same hemisphere. Instead, a circle of the same radius needs a different determinant, to allow the curve to come in slightly closer to the center or extend out farther.
On left, all circles are drawn black.
On right, red, black and blue are used together to demonstrate the concentricity of the circles.
This section may be confusing or unclear to readers. (February 2009)
The objective of the algorithm is to approximate a circle, more formally put, to approximate the curve using pixels; in layman's terms every pixel should be approximately the same distance from the center, as is the definition of a circle. At each step, the path is extended by choosing the adjacent pixel which satisfies but maximizes . Since the candidate pixels are adjacent, the arithmetic to calculate the latter expression is simplified, requiring only bit shifts and additions. But a simplification can be done in order to understand the bitshift. Keep in mind that a left bitshift of a binary number is the same as multiplying with 2. Ergo, a left bitshift of the radius only produces the diameter which is defined as radius times two.
This algorithm starts with the circle equation. For simplicity, assume the center of the circle is at . To start with, consider the first octant only, and draw a curve which starts at point and proceeds counterclockwise, reaching the angle of 45°.
The fast direction here (the basis vector with the greater increase in value) is the direction (see Differentiation of trigonometric functions). The algorithm always takes a step in the positive direction (upwards), and occasionally takes a step in the slow direction (the negative direction).
From the circle equation is obtained the transformed equation , where is computed only once during initialization.
Let the points on the circle be a sequence of coordinates of the vector to the point (in the usual basis). Points are numbered according to the order in which drawn, with assigned to the first point .
For each point, the following holds:
This can be rearranged thus:
And likewise for the next point:
Since for the first octant the next point will always be at least 1 pixel higher than the last (but also at most 1 pixel higher to maintain continuity), it is true that:
So, rework the next-point-equation into a recursive one by substituting :
Because of the continuity of a circle and because the maxima along both axes is the same, clearly it will not be skipping x points as it advances in the sequence. Usually it stays on the same x coordinate, and sometimes advances by one to the left.
The resulting coordinate is then translated by adding midpoint coordinates. These frequent integer additions do not limit the performance much, as those square (root) computations can be spared in the inner loop in turn. Again, the zero in the transformed circle equation is replaced by the error term.
The initialization of the error term is derived from an offset of ½ pixel at the start. Until the intersection with the perpendicular line, this leads to an accumulated value of in the error term, so that this value is used for initialization.
The frequent computations of squares in the circle equation, trigonometric expressions and square roots can again be avoided by dissolving everything into single steps and using recursive computation of the quadratic terms from the preceding iterations.
Variant with integer-based arithmetic edit
Just as with Bresenham's line algorithm, this algorithm can be optimized for integer-based math. Because of symmetry, if an algorithm can be found that only computes the pixels for one octant, the pixels can be reflected to get the whole circle.
We start by defining the radius error as the difference between the exact representation of the circle and the center point of each pixel (or any other arbitrary mathematical point on the pixel, so long as it's consistent across all pixels). For any pixel with a center at , the radius error is defined as:
For clarity, this formula for a circle is derived at the origin, but the algorithm can be modified for any location. It is useful to start with the point on the positive X-axis. Because the radius will be a whole number of pixels, clearly the radius error will be zero:
Because it starts in the first counter-clockwise positive octant, it will step in the direction with the greatest travel, the Y direction, so it is clear that . Also, because it concerns this octant only, the X values have only 2 options: to stay the same as the prior iteration, or decrease by 1. A decision variable can be created that determines if the following is true:
If this inequality holds, then plot ; if not, then plot . So, how to determine if this inequality holds? Start with a definition of radius error:
The absolute value function does not help, so square both sides, since a square is always positive:
Since x > 0, the term , so dividing gets:
Thus, the decision criterion changes from using floating-point operations to simple integer addition, subtraction, and bit shifting (for the multiply by 2 operations). If , then decrement the x value. If , then keep the same x value. Again, by reflecting these points in all the octants, a full circle results.
We may reduce computation by only calculating the delta between the values of this decision formula from its value at the previous step. We start by assigning as which is the initial value of the formula at , then as above at each step if we update it as (and decrement X), otherwise thence increment Y as usual.
Jesko's Method edit
The algorithm has already been explained to a large extent, but there are further optimizations.
The new presented method gets along with only 5 arithmetic operations per step (for 8 pixels) and is thus just for low-performate systems best suitable. In the "if" operation, only the sign is checked (positive? Yes or No) and there is a variable assignment, which is also not considered an arithmetic operation. The initialization in the first line (shifting by 4 bits to the right) is only due to beauty and not really necessary.
So we get countable operations within main-loop:
- The comparison x >= y (is counted as a substraction: x - y >= 0 )
- y=y+1 [y++]
- t1 + y
- t1 - x
- The comparison t2 >= 0 is NOT counted as no real arithmetic takes place. In Two's-complement representation of the vars only the sign bit has to be checked.
- x=x-1 [x--]
t1 = r / 16 x = r y = 0 Repeat Until x < y Pixel (x, y) and all symmetric pixels are colored (8 times) y = y + 1 t1 = t1 + y t2 = t1 - x If t2 >= 0 t1 = t2 x = x - 1
Drawing incomplete octants edit
The implementations above always draw only complete octants or circles. To draw only a certain arc from an angle to an angle , the algorithm needs first to calculate the and coordinates of these end points, where it is necessary to resort to trigonometric or square root computations (see Methods of computing square roots). Then the Bresenham algorithm is run over the complete octant or circle and sets the pixels only if they fall into the wanted interval. After finishing this arc, the algorithm can be ended prematurely.
If the angles are given as slopes, then no trigonometry or square roots are necessary: simply check that is between the desired slopes.
- Donald Hearn; M. Pauline Baker (1994). Computer graphics. Prentice-Hall. ISBN 978-0-13-161530-4.
- Pitteway, M.L.V., "Algorithm for Drawing Ellipses or Hyperbolae with a Digital Plotter", Computer J., 10(3) November 1967, pp 282–289
- Van Aken, J.R., "An Efficient Ellipse Drawing Algorithm", CG&A, 4(9), September 1984, pp 24–35
- For the history of the publication of this algorithm see https://schwarzers.com/algorithms
- Zingl, Alois (December 2014). "The Beauty of Bresenham's Algorithm: A simple implementation to plot lines, circles, ellipses and Bézier curves". easy.Filter. Alois Zingl. Retrieved 16 February 2017.
- Drawing circles - An article on drawing circles, that derives from a simple scheme to an efficient one
- Midpoint Circle Algorithm in several programming languages | EDUCATION |
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This lesson explores opposing perspectives on fairness issues and whether fairness is based on fact or context. Students compare and contrast different perspectives on two fairness issues - one global and one personal. They reflect on when fairness is a matter to advocate for through...
Learners reflect on a role-play scenario demonstrating fair and unfair decision-making techniques. They identify behaviors that promote or create barriers to making decisions. A Dr. Seuss book provides a discussion starter.
Learners define the meaning of impartial and connect it to fairness through the use of a Frayer model graphic organizer.
Learners recognize that we all have biases, but we aren't always aware of them, which can create an unfair situation. Since people have different experiences, we all develop different biases.
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Play a simulation game that illustrates each individual's power to take action for the good of others.
Learners meet in a "round" to discuss issues of fairness and the common good. They explore how downloading music for free affects the common good. They brainstorm other issues of fairness that affect the common good.
Learners discuss the fair use of copyrighted music. They explore how downloading music and movies affects the artists and producers who created the pieces. Learners write a statement of fair use. | EDUCATION |
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Unit 2, The Tempest, examines the play by William Shakespeare.
This version of The Tempest has been adapted for a modern, school-age audience. Students will identify and analyze the elements of a drama such as characterization, mood, and theme. Students will also analyze dramatic structure, theatrical performance, and how to navigate Shakespearean language.
Shakespeare’s influence on the authors and playwrights that came after him cannot be contested. His plays are considered classics, tried-and-true stories that deal with timeless and universal themes like love, betrayal, friendship, and justice. They do so with great sensitivity, intelligence, and often, humor, which are no less relevant to a modern audience than they were in Shakespeare’s day.
Moreover, Shakespearean language is an invaluable treasure trove of words, puns, phrases, and references that have enriched and enlivened English to this day and will continue to do so for centuries to come. By reading plays like The Tempest, students will realize just how many phrases, references, situations, and storylines date from Shakespeare’s time.
In this unit, students will practice verb tenses and subject-verb agreement, writing paragraphs, and Greek and Roman roots and affixes in the English language.
Students will work on morphology skills involving the Greek and Latin roots bene, celer, chronos, cresco, curro, and jacio, and English words in which they are used. Students will also write a dramatic scene in this unit. | EDUCATION |
This book is by all means an original. Adding onto that, this book contains themes like boyxboy relationships along with a suitable amount of smut later on in the story! This story also contains references to blood and injury!! So brace yourselves!
-Amreen (yes, I'm the author :3)
Authors note:
If you don't feel comfortable with any themes mentioned please don't read this book! If you start reading and start to feel by any means uncomfortable, please don't read any further as themes may get more intense/mature! Thanks <333
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SPS se odrekao Slobodana Milosevica
Socijalisticka partija Srbije, predvodjena grupom starih socijalista na celu sa Milomirem Minicem, konacno se odrekla politike i herojskog drzanja predsednika te stranke Slobodana Milosevica, saopstenjima, da jedan ,,slabo obavesten covek ne moze, pogotovu ne iz zatvorske celije upravljati tako velikom partijom kao sto je Socijalisticka partija Srbije, pa zvao se on i Slobodan Milosevic''.
Socijalisti koji za sebe danas kazu da vise nisu idolopoklonici Slobodana Milosevica, neprestano, u kontaktima sa clanovima i simpatizerima te partije, pokusavaju da razdvoje odbranu Slobodana Milosevica u Hagu, od politickog zivota u Srbiji, pripisujuci Milosevicevim braniocima iz nacionalnog komiteta za oslobadjanje S. Milosevica, ,,Sloboda'' da im je cilj da uniste Socijalisticku partiju Srbije.
Iako je zbog istih takvih gledista, svojevremeno najpolularniji socijalista, posle predsednika te stranke, prof. Branislav Ivkovic bio iskljucen iz redova SPS, danas rukovodstvo SPS koristi jos teze i grublje kvalifikacije na racun njihovog predsednika, pritom ne strahujuci da bi bilo ko od njih mogao biti iskljucen iz partije.
Ne retko se poslednjih dana, u rokovodstvu partije cuje da partija nije Slobodan Milosevic, i da on ne predstvalja tu partiju, vec da su partija Rukovodstvo i Glavni odbor te stranke.
Medjutim u clanstvu i medju simpatizerima te stranke, stvari se ne odijaju bas po planovima rukovodstva.
Procene idu dotle da se na septembarskim izborima ocekuje da Bata Zivojinovic osvoji tek 1% glasova. Clanovi partije, najveci deo njih i danas veruje svom heroju, Slobodanu Milosevicu.
Po clanstvu partije, ovih dana u rukovodstvu partije, oni koji su predsednika te stranke pogresno informisali poslednjih godina, kada su shvatili da im je ,,odzvonilo'' pokusavaju da sacuvaju sebe eliminacijom predsednika Slobodana Milosevica.
Mladi socijalisti, kojih i nema bas mnogo, kako se SPS svojevremeno hvalio, izgleda su na strani predsednika te stranke. Tako se u nastupima na opstinskim odborima, mogu cuti uverljivi govori Dejana Stjepanovica i Igora Raicevica, i po neki Milinka Isakovica iz redova mladih socijalista, clanova organizaciono politickog odbora predsednika SPS.
Obracanja ovih mladih ljudi, medju clanstvom partije imaju do deset puta vecu tezuni, nego li obracanja profesionalnih politicara koji za sobom vuku teret proslosti.
Stav rukovodstva mladih socijalista, se razlikuje od stava saveta mladih, koji su takodje na strani predsednika.
Branko Ruzic i Dejan Backovic, svojevremeno najveci branioci i zastupnici lika i dela Slobodana Milosevica, danas su se pretvorili u njegove najvece kriticare. Pokusavaju na sve moguce nacine da minorizuju grupu mladih koja ga podrzava.
Cak se poslednjih dana cuje, da je najbolji recept da se rukovodstvo mladih odrzi ikao je protiv Sloba, da se povezu rodbinskim vezama, pa se tako predsednik mladih socijalista Beograda, Ana Djurovic udala za Branka Ruzica, predsednika Mladih socijalista Srbije, koji je za kuma uzeo Dejna Backovia, svog potpredsednika. Backovic se ovih dana zeni, jednom mladom socijalistkinjom koja je clan saveta mladih, a u isto vreme i sestra jednog od clanova IO GO SPS-a, za kuma uzima jos jednog mladog socijalistu iz Saveta mladih. Sve u svemu, mladi u SPS se drze kao italijanske mafijaske porodice 60-tih u SAD.
Sta ce se do kraja price dogoditi ostaje pitanje, no clanstvo i simpatizeri ce oceniti rad svog rukovodstva na predsednickim izborima.
Pimato se samo, sta ce da rade, ako im Bata prodje losije od Seselja koga je predsednik Slobodan Milosevic podrzao za predsednickog kandidat?
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The assassin walked into the bar, and nobody noticed her. Tonight, she was Hannah Teague, thirty-six, single, dressed in a skimpy sequiny thing. Her hair was blonde, and though the wig was heavy and itchy, Hannah knew better than to scratch at it. The last thing she needed was her wig cap, peeking out through edge of her wig.
She scanned the gathered drunks. It was a Friday night, and the bar was packed. So many laughing and delirious faces, so many strangers who had no idea a murderer walked among them. One guy sized her up openly as she walked in, and Hannah hid her smile. She wondered how that greedy face would change if he saw the knife and revolver, hidden in her little clutch.
But Hannah wasn't here for that. No. She had a mission. She never killed for fun. After all, if you're good at something, why do it for free?
The burner phone in her jacket pocket buzzed. She pulled it out to find a text from the perp: *I'm here whenever you are*.
She texted back, *Use your eyes, honey. I'm here too*.
Hannah already plucked him out of the crowd at the bar, but he was still looking around with the confused milky face of a lamb. Just as ready to be led obediently to slaughter. Jason Davis, forty-one, but with the kind of perfectly dark hair that tells you he dyes his sideburns to feel young. He had a kind face, strangely familiar. It was a niggling ghost of recognition that had hovered over her since her client first left that folder with all his information at the dead-drop location -- a hollowed out plastic rock that looked surprisingly convincing.
The assassin slunk over to the bar and slid into the empty seat beside him. She set her bag between her knees. Only once, in her first couple of years at this, she made the mistake of setting her purse on the table as she had coffee with the man she would murder. He picked it up to hand it to her, politely, and joked, *What do you have in there, a bunch of rocks?*
He saw exactly what it was, thirty minutes later in the alley, when her knife found the inside of his jugular.
The target, Jason, turned to look at her in only mild surprise. He was already a bit drunk, judging by his swaying. He was handsome, admittedly, but Hannah was used to killing handsome men. Still her belly gave an unexpected twist when he smiled.
"Oh, there you are. You look like starlight."
"I see you got started *much* sooner than I did."
Jason gave a bubbly laugh. "You took your sweet time, sugar. What can I get you?" he started to gesture at the bartender.
"I'm okay right now, I think."
"You came out here so you wouldn't have to drink?" He snorted.
There was something about that laugh. That voice. It was too much like her last target. He had been around the same age: thirty-seven, dark-haired, but he had a beard that Hannah had teased between her fingers before she shot him in his own apartment.
"I like to get to know a guy first. Not much of a first date if we're both drunk."
"We could just skip to the important part. The reason we're both here." He looked at her, meaningfully, over the lip of his whiskey glass.
Hannah paused, trying to process that. That statement seemed deeper than just a proposition to fuck. She narrowed her eyes at the man, tracing the details of his face. The scar notched into the edge of his brow. Another, finer silver scar on his throat. She said, "I can't shake this strange feeling that we've met before."
The bar hummed and buzzed around them as Jason held her stare. A slow grin spread on his face.
"You think it's possible to forget someone like you?"
"That's not much of an answer."
Jason pushed himself away from the bar with a sigh.
Hannah followed his every movement, carefully. Even the line of his shoulders seemed familiar. His very smell.
"Come on, then," he said, that smile waning into something like exhaustion. "Let's get this over with." When he stood he staggered, barely kept his balance.
Hannah watched him, her eyes narrowed. The client had said this asshole made off with a couple pounds of weed and whatever cash he made from trying to sell it before he decided to run. But maybe, this was some kind of bizarre test. Some kind of trap.
"Get what over with?" she said, still playing dumb.
"Oh, you know. The big bang."
"It takes a lot more than that to make me come home with you, you know."
"Somehow, I don't think it does." Jason gave her another breezy smile before he staggered out the door.
The assassin sighed and followed after him. She spun up excuses as she walked, her heels striking loud against the sidewalk. "Let me call you a cab at least."
Jason hesitated as he stood outside the bar. They were in a dark end of town, where city turned to suburb. The bar was leaning and old, and a dark alleyway skittered alongside it. He nodded down it. "Looks like a good enough place, doesn't it?"
Hannah ventured closer. She stepped closer to Jason, until they were only inches apart. Until she could smell the honey-sweet whiskey on his breath, the hot cloud of his cologne. That was familiar. She had smelled it the last time she killed a man who looked so much like this one...
"What do you think I'm here for?" she whispered.
"Same thing I'm here for." He took her hand and grinned. "Let's get it over with, sunshine, and we can both be on our way."
Hannah let him pull her down the alley as she tried to make sense of the impossible. Somehow, she was certain, she had killed this man before. Once in Spain, when she left him dead in their hotel bed after a sweet and sweaty tumble through the sheets. Another time in Miami, when she pretended to be a spring breaker and gutted him in a tide pool where no one else could see.
And he had been a hell of a good kisser.
There in the shadows, he was most recognizable. And just like all the other times, there was no fear on his face, no dread. Just patiently waiting for the end to come.
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.
Jason still held her hand. Smoothed his thumb along the back of it. "Come on, love. I'm tired tonight. Let's just get it over with."
"I do know you."
"Do you?" Jason's eyes lit up with mischief. "Tell me how you know me, then."
The dangerous truth danced on the edge of Hannah's tongue. They both froze as a drunk couple walked laughing past the mouth of the alleyway. But the couple didn't even glance their way.
"I've killed you before," she murmured.
Jason didn't even flinch. He just nodded as he held her hand. "We're both good at disguises, you and I. Now, be a good girl and do it again."
"Is this some kind of fucking trick?"
The man sighed and sagged against the brick wall. He was obliteratively drunk. She could tell by the distant stare in his eyes. "You try living 3000 years. See what it does to you."
"You *want* to die?"
"I want to see if I still can. Gets fucking lonely, no one knowing who you are. How you exist."
Hannah bit back the impulse to tell him *you're preaching to the choir, honey*. Instead she fiddled with her keys in her pocket. "But... why go through all this?"
"I'm not the bridge-jumping type. Not gonna traumatize some cop or train engineer, either."
"No, just traumatizing me, I see." A teasing smile tugged at her lip.
He matched it. "You don't look too traumatized."
Hannah shook her head. This conversation shouldn't be possible. But he *was* handsome, and she remembered killing him too many times to deny he was telling the truth.
"Come on," she said, gently. "Let's get you home."
Jason let her lead him back to her car. He passed out in the passenger seat on the way home, but she did something stupid. Something she'd never done before.
She took the target back to her own place. She dragged him, half-asleep and mumbling, to the couch. Covered him with blankets and set herself on the armchair to wait for him to wake up.
And maybe, in the morning, they would have breakfast while he nursed his hangover.
Maybe they both could be a little less alone.
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"This thing on? Great. Which - that camera? Excellent, thanks."
"Good afternoon, everyone. It's been a long time since I did one of these, and there certainly weren't so many cameras at the last one, so if I need a moment, please forgive me."
*sigh*
"My name is Steve Rogers, but many of you will recognize me as Captain America. On my right here is Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, and on my left is Thor Odinson, an ally from... well abroad. I'm standing just a few blocks from the center of the damage caused by the Chitauri army during their invasion of Earth. As you will know by now, that invasion was limited to a few dozen blocks in downtown New York City. I'm proud to have been part of the team of extraordinary people who helped drive the Chitauri back out of my hometown here. I didn't and don't want to have to have this conversation with you all, but regretfully it's become necessary. Tony, if you could - "
"Yeah, Cap, thanks, I got it from here. So, JARVIS, let's have that first slide. Alright, people of Earth, this right here is an aerial view of the damage done by the *invaders* before *we* stopped them. JARVIS, an outline please? Nice blue, I think. Thanks. Okay, so. Zoom out a bit. Bit more. Bit- thanks, there's good. That circle there, the big *red* circle. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the radius of destruction caused by your average United States Army's low-yield nuclear *warhead*. As you can see, that's... well. A lot more. And *this*, ladies and gents, is the amount of *total destruction*, of lives lost and Cap's hometown destroyed, that *these* - JARVIS, next - you're killing me - *these* five people decided were a *reasonable sacrifice*. Let's recap. Blue circle? Avengers. Big red circle? These five. They call themselves the Council, which... honestly, sounds a little pretentious to me, and I'm wearing several million dollars' worth of custom-fitted Stark tech over Armani. JARVIS, names? Great. Here are their names, home addresses, and various other pieces of - "
*skitch - camera returns*
"Thank you, JARVIS. As you just saw, they really, *really* don't want you to know about them. Let alone where they're *sleeping* tonight. Now, *luckily*, there were several very gifted individuals available to not only deal with the invading *aliens*, but also to save the lives of a couple of million registered NYC voters - *and* one very important ambassador. You're up, Point Break."
"My name is not - I am Thor Odinson. God of Thunder, Protector of Midgard, heir to the throne of Asgard and proud to call myself an Avenger. With the rest of these fine warriors beside me, I was the target of one of your army's most powerful weapons. As a... representative of my people both here and... abroad, I have been given leave to demand the heads of - " *covers mic* "- to demand these war criminals be delivered, *alive*, to the throne of Asgard for judgment. I will grant you one day, Midgard - but delay even one moment longer, and you shall draw the wrath not only of my own thunder, but of the host of Asgard's mighty armies."
"Thanks, sunshine. O-kay, people, you heard the angry... God. One day. Wrap 'em up good and tight. We'll take delivery of 'em right here at Stark Tower - hell, we'll even pay the postage. Steve, any parting thoughts?"
"Thank you, Tony. Now, I missed the last couple of nuclear detonations, but that's only because I crashed the Red Skull's weapons into the Arctic ice, keeping *them* out of NYC as well. I'm ashamed to see that my fellow Americans have stooped to this level, and frankly, it feels a little like treason to me. So I'm standing with Mr - Thor Odinson on this one. These people need to be brought to justice, and I'm calling on all of you to join us - to join the Avengers - in doing so. Thank you all for your time, and God bless America."
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"Really, Steve? I mean, he's *right there*. Oh. JARVIS, put those jerks back up on the screen, and give 'em a countdown timer. Something subtle - fire engine red and gold, I think."
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Myshelle took a deep breath, moaning softly at the twin scents of horse and sex, the scents she had faintly detected outside the club what seemed like a lifetime ago.
The horses weren't penned up within their stalls, but were allowed to roam around freely. A white mare with a pale blue mane approached the satyr, curiosity sparkling in her sapphire eyes. Myshelle knew these weren't mere beasts, but creatures of the fey, like herself. A part of her new that, but another part of her gasped in awe at the sight of the beautiful snow mare.
The equine gently nudged Myshelle's middle with her snout, her long tongue playfully lapping at the satyr's shaft. She knew exactly what Myshelle wanted, and seemed rather eager to give it to her.
Her member ached, its massive weight longing for relief. But she wasn't tall enough to mount the mare properly. Her eyes darted around, finding a wooden plank atop some cinder blocks that was used for the specific purpose, the way it was stained with seed.
The mare gently took Myshelle's cockring in her teeth, leading her over to it. As she climbed up onto the platform, she felt her hooves stick a bit to the presence of past satyr ejaculations. Rather than disgusting her, it excited her. She knew from Melissa that this was a perfectly acceptable thing for a satyr to do, but she still had a very human mindset, and found it comforting that she wasn't the only satyr that did this.
She was a little hesitant, even though the horses kept here had human levels of intellect, they were still animals of a sort. The more Myshelle thought about it, the less she wanted to actually go through with...
The thoughts of finding something else to make love to immediately vanished from her mind as the mare backed herself up, allowing the first few inches of Myshelle's equine shaft to slip into her.
The former human cried out softly, not at all minding the moo she made as she did so. She gripped the mare's snow white flanks and pushed herself in deeper, every inch of her three foot shaft buried within the playful mare's snatch.
Myshelle mooed happily as she began to thrust. No wonder the satyrs kept horses here, no bipedal creature would be able to take their massive bestial shafts and grip them as the mare did. There just wasn't enough body to make a pussy that long, even the satyr magic didn't help.
There was also such an erotic thrill that Myshelle felt, every bit of her that was still human, though there weren't many, screamed out that this was repulsive, disgusting, and wrong. Every bit of her satyr self, every part that she had gained from Melissa, told her that it was a fun thing to do exactly because humans felt it to be something that was wrong.
The mare was so large, so heavy, so easy for Myshelle to put her five hundred plus pound bulk into every thrust, another reason for the horses to be here. After all, most human girls, and some of the smaller satyrs, would be unable to support Myshelle's new weight; just a minor problem with her new, beautiful bulk. But the satyr wouldn't give up even a single pound of her gorgeous girth.
She loved being big, she loved being heavy, she loved having a huge belly, huge butt, huge tits, hot, heavy balls, and a throbbing three foot cock. She loved the sensations she felt as gallons of seed surged from her, of milk being suckled from her impressive udders.
No way could she give this up. No way could she imagine returning to being a stick thin, scrawny woman. She couldn't possible give up her cock, oh how she wished she could've had one earlier. The image came to mind of Myshelle's favorite photo of herself, a smile on her face, eyes half lidded, leaning back, seemingly in the wind, the short red dress she was wearing moving up, mere millimeters from showing panties.
She imagined the dress bunched up a few inches, the thick, hot horsemeat between her legs jutting from the small, svelte, sexy body that she'd had before. Certainly not as sexy as she was now, but her thin, human self was exactly the kind of thing that would just about give her an instant orgasm now.
The thought of a small, thin human girl sitting in her lap, tentatively sliding down her massive cock, it was enough that she couldn't wait to be able to perform again, or for the first time. She wasn't quite sure which. Thought over all it didn't really matter, she knew what she was doing, and the part of her that had been Melissa knew that combined the magical power they controlled while in the dance would more than make up for an inexperience left over from Myshelle.
She couldn't leave. She couldn't possibly leave. She was the lead dancer and the most popular whore, after all. Meli... Myshelle couldn't just go and leave Kora with her best performer missing. Even if she had wanted to leave, it would only be polite to stay until Mistress Kora had a replacement.
But why would she ever want to leave? The food, the company, the many opportunities to dance and fuck every day, the sweet, sexy horses here, the beds, furniture, showers, doorways, everything designed to easily allow someone of Myshelle's bulk to move around with ease. Life at the Amorous Satyr would be heavenly.
Myshelle's daydreaming was cut short as the mare's vaginal walls tightened upon her shaft, the equine love tunnel gripped her tightly, milked her eagerly, almost hungrily. The satyr found herself unable to pull out, merely able to thrust in deeper, allowing more of her cock to be enveloped by the mare's pussy.
The tightness was too much for her to take; her pendant-fueled growth made her erupt with the now familiar amounts of seed. Myshelle threw back her head and moo-moaned in delight, her eight nipples sending stream of milk trickling down her body.
The mare whinnied happily, though her womb could not contain the flood of the satyr's seed, it gushed out from her, drenching Myshelle's belly, balls, and thighs, spattering down onto the platform beneath her. No wonder it was so sticky!
Though her climax had passed, the mare remained still, allowing Myshelle to empty herself within the equine. The satyr hugged the beast as best as she could, "Mmmooo... thank you." She half-moaned, shivering as the mare pulled away from her, the equine's sex parting from Myshelle's half-erect cock with wet slurping sounds.
Before the satyr could catch her breath she found a pair of red-brown stallions with bright orange manes nuzzling at her. Myshelle couldn't keep her balance, forced to hop down to the floor.
Once she was on the floor the nuzzling turned to shoves at the back of her legs with their broad snouts.
"H-hey! Stop that you guys!" Myshelle said, giggling nervously, trying to get away from the rowdy horses. Her hoof became submerged in a puddle of her own seed, sending her sprawling to the stable floor.
Before she could recover, one of the stallions was already standing over her, its thick, black member fully erect, dripping with precum, inches away from her face.
"Wh-what..." was all that the satyr was able to get out before the horse thrust forward, the shaft forcible shoved into her mouth and throat. She cried out in protest at the treatment, her shouts of displeasure muffled by the thick horse meat crammed into her.
The equine flopped onto his side, pulling Myshelle with him. The other stallion helped push Myshelle over as his twin rolled onto his back, leaving the satyr resting atop his belly and chest, head bent back as the laying horse bucked his hips, fucking her face.
The satyrs were apparently not the only ones with magic of a sort, as the second horse stood over Myshelle, somehow managing to guide his member into her ass without being able to see, and without any sort of way to position it, and also seemingly with not a single drop of resistance from Myshelle's body.
What was going on? She was being raped by two horses, what the hell was this? Another of Melissa's memories came to the surface; the new satyrs were typically shy and skittish about their bodies and their desires, their first week or two was spent on duty tending to the horses.
Oh gods, the two stallions had never seen Myshelle before, they didn't realize that she'd merged with Melissa; they just thought she was another horse whore! The thought of it made her shudder and wretch, trying to expel the bestial cock from within her mouth. She wasn't some random strumpet seduced in off the streets, she was a merger of one of the world's most popular models, and the club's best dancer! She shouldn't be... oh...
With her Motzenger's and her almost constant lust, Melissa spent a great deal of time in the stables, the horses more interested in sex than most of her satyr siblings. Melissa had willingly been the stable slut for the last few months. They horses knew the treatments for her illness, knew that if she found someone to merge with she was...
Myshelle cried out, her heavy arms striking the horse above her. As half Melissa and half newbie, she had been declared horse whore twice over. That wasn't fair! She hadn't known! Well, she did know, but she knew too late, her memories as Melissa weren't nearly as strong as her memories as Myshelle.
It was wrong, disgusting, hideous; an assault to her very sensibilities! She would fuck, suck, and dance for humans and human-like individuals; she would eagerly and willingly pleasure the horses, but not like this.
The satyr felt her cock stirring, surging almost instantly to full arousal. She panicked, wriggling her plentiful body, trying to dislodge herself from the type equine shafts that impaled her. However all she managed to so was to rub her breasts and cock against the chest of the horse above her.
The two beasts thrust into her slowly, languidly, teasingly. They knew that she was trapped, sandwiched between them, and that they could take their time with her. It was wrong, disgusting, horrible, and all sorts of other things and yet...
Yet it made Myshelle feel as horny as she had the moment she walked into the stable. The more her human half hated what was being done to her, the more disgusting, loathsome, and unpleasant, the more her satyr half gleefully embraced it. She was being raped by two horses and her body delighted in it. Her rump and throat seemed to tingle with pleasure as they were penetrated. She couldn't help but obey the lustful needs of her body, her hands going to her udders, curling her thumb and forefinger in a crescent about her nipples, her second finger placed a bit further down.
She squeezed, tilting her hands outward from her body, tugging her titflesh upward at the same time, causing a few ounces of milk to leak from her eight nipples. She arched her back and then bucked her hips, her rump tightening on the shaft within her, milking it as her muscles tightened as she thrust her cock between her soft belly and the horse's solid chest.
The beast's fur provided texture, sending delicious sensations into the massive member. As she bucked something seemed to give way inside Myshelle. Her cock leaked precum, or at least tried to. But rather than leak, a thick, plentiful torrent shot out, lubricating the passage between satyr and equine flesh, making it all the easier to buck against the beast.
It dripped down her belly, down into the gulf between her breasts, it quickly coated them as Myshelle squeezed her tits together, the warm precum seeming to aid the flow of her milk, two thick fluids dripping down her breasts now.
A second warm jet spread over her, and a third, leaving her coated and dripping with her own arousal. Her skin felt warm as she broke out into a shameful flush, tears leaked from her eyes as the scraps of her human self surged to the forefront, protesting her treatment.
All she had wanted was some relief for her fat, throbbing, aching horsecock. It felt so wrong to think that, so very wrong, so very disgusting. The last remnants of Myshelle's original personality surged to the surface. She shuddered as she realized what she was, what had happened to her.
Her true consciousness had escaped from the pleasurable prison it had been placed in, finally able to break free as even her newly transformed satyr self had been horrified as she'd been penetrated by two animals against her will.
And yet she could not stop herself, she couldn't keep her hands off her tits, couldn't stop thrusting against the horse above her, couldn't prevent her long, bovine tongue from curling around the shaft in her mouth, caressing it, coaxing it closer and closer the climax. Her hungry flesh, hungry for food and for sex, for overindulgence of any sort. Her lusts were out of control.
The part of her that had been Melissa felt gleeful, delighting in the sensations of a larger body, a larger cock, and bigger, more sensitive tits. It felt so good to be a satyr, and most of her mind was that of a satyr now. The essence of Melissa uniting with the bits of her consciousness converted into one of the fey creatures, overwhelming Myshelle's sanity with an endless deluge of sex.
It wasn't fair! How could she ever hope to return to her human self, return to the her old life, with so much magic and an entire other person within her longing to dive deep into a pool of desire, never to come up for air?
It was so seductive, the offer of so much pleasure and delight every day. It would be so easy to merely let go, to allow herself to become a satyr. The true Myshelle, the real Myshelle, the one buried beneath an additional 425 pounds of mass, didn't want to stay, didn't want to be fat, didn't want to be a shemale.
She was a woman, she wanted to be a woman, a proper woman, without a cock. But she... she couldn't give up Melissa. She wasn't sure how she truly felt about the neon satyr that was now a part of her. She lamented spurning her years before, she could easily have had the love and affection that would have brought joy to her miserable, icy, empty life.
She could have it now; all Myshelle had to do to feel that love, the love and lust of her fellow satyrs, was to give up everything that she was, that she had been. Give up her career, her home, her possessions, her body, her gender, her individuality. Her personality and memories and those of Melissa would meld more and more over time, resulting in a single individual.
The longer she was a satyr the less she would remember her human life, the less she would care about what she had been. It was so tempting, so very tempting to give up her old life, her old, empty life. All she had was money and fame, and they didn't make her happy, at all.
It took all her willpower to fight her satyr self, to prevent the slutty shemale that she was becoming from taking control of her consciousness, stuffing her into a corner of her mind, and leaving her to helplessly watch as her new self began a new life.
But it felt so good, feeling her precum saturated folds of skin and flab rubbing against each other. Having huge, milk filled udders that gave intense, erotic feelings when squeezed; she could only imagine what it would be like to be properly milked. And her cock, oh gods, her cock.
She couldn't imagine losing it now, she couldn't possibly go back to being just a normal woman, not after she'd felt the pleasure of her thick, bestial rod erupting, the weight of heavy equine balls between her legs, the delicious pleasure that surged over the length each time she stroked it. Sure, it would need to be smaller if she were to continue her modeling career.
Myshelle didn't want children anyways, odds were she'd never find a husband, and the pregnancy would be devastating on her figure. So she didn't need a pussy anyway. Just a big, beautiful horse dick, just long enough to reach her lips, just long enough to curl her tongue around and...
All thoughts, of sex, of humanity, of fear and confusion about her conflicting emotions and desires, all were washed away upon a white tide of pleasure as Myshelle felt herself climax.
It was like a tidal wave of cum pouring forth from her, a tsunami of seed that instantly doused her in her own essence within moments. There was so much of it, so much more that poured from her now that she sported a three foot length.
Without a mare to contain the jets, to slow them down, to direct them back out once her womb had been filled, Myshelle found herself expelling gallons upon gallons of seed, leaking away the excess of the some three hundred pounds of Melissa that she'd made a part of herself.
And what of Melissa? The sweet, sexy satyr would always be inside Myshelle, and she most certainly wouldn't like being a skinny human. She would want to stay at the Amorous Satyr, to continue performing, to...
Myshelle's mind hiccupped once more as the twin stallions experienced climaxes of their own, their warm, wonderful bestial seed surging into her, lighting up strange, psychic pleasure centers.
No wonder they would send the new girls in to be horse whores; Myshelle felt rather light headed and bubbly, giggling, and horny. Like she was drunk and popped a few Viagra. She wasn't sure if her lustful intoxication came from the satyr magic or the sorcery woven into the fey beasts themselves.
Even with her human self in control, she felt her inhibitions falling away, basking in the afterglow of the powerful climax the stallions had given her. She nearly whimpered and begged for them to return their cocks into her mouth and tailhole when they pulled away, having little interest in her now that they'd gotten their rocks off.
Myshelle was left in a pool of her own cum, her entire body dripping with shemale satyr seed. The scent made her achingly hard, the effect that it would have upon a human. She was still human! She just needed to get away! To take off the necklace and toss it aside. But that could wait, she was soooo horny, and there were so many mares close by.
It wasn't like things could get any worse. She'd boned a beast once; she might as well do it again. Besides, there might be some sort of problem if she didn't drain herself of the extra mass that was stored up from the pendant's magic. Once free of the cursed jewelry, her natural metabolism would reassert itself, and the pounds would just slide right off.
Myshelle smiled, this was the stable, after all, she could see the neon lights of the club next door through one of the windows. As soon as she'd fucked a mare, she would be able to just walk right out that door.
The satyr rose, dripping with her own seed, her long, thick, bovine tongue slipping out of her mouth, lapping up some of the mess as she walked, letting her satyr instincts guide her to the most desirable mare.
Rather than approach one of the free roaming horses, Myshelle made her way to an enclosed stall. She opened the latch and stepped inside. Gasping at the site within.
She found it erotic, hideous, disgusting, and so very arousing. A blonde woman peered up at Myshelle from her place in the straw, a look in her eyes equal parts, fear and pleading lust.
At first glance she seemed to be a satyr, her body furred and equine to the waist, but the long tail matching her blonde hair was a bit lower than it ought to be, scarcely covering her dark black pucker.
Her hands had become hooves as well, absolutely useless for the purpose she was trying to put them to, trying to give pleasure to her aching, throbbing stallionhood. Her cock dripped thick precum onto the floor.
Myshelle could see that the fur had begun to creep up onto the woman's midsection, her ears long and furred as well. A few small changes in the face showed that she wasn't becoming a satyr, but rather an outright stallion.
Unable to speak, the horse-woman let out a soft, pleading sound, her tail raised. Myshelle couldn't help herself, as this was just about the perfect thing to set off her satyr lusts. A mix of human and beast, the exotic and strange.
The satyr stepped forward, bringing a cum-covered hand to the woman's rump, rubbing her seed against the she-stallion's tailhole to ease the entrance of Myshelle's own stallionhood.
The woman cried softly, tears of relief and terror, the scent of her longing thick in the air.
Myshelle brought the flare of her cock up to the she-stallion's rump, gripping her tail, preparing to sink her shaft into the poor plaything. But another scent reached her nose, one that made her mouth water and her belly rumble.
Food came before sex, she still wasn't big enough. Or so her satyr-self believed. What were a few more pounds? It'd take her months to ditch all the weight anyway.
The former model turned her back upon the captive woman, clopping clumsily towards the enticing aroma.
She didn't have far to go, she stepped from the stable stall to find Kora standing a few feet away with a grin, an erection, and what looked like a rather large can in one hand.
Myshelle found herself turning beet red, "I... I..." she stuttered, feeling humiliated that she'd been caught here by the captor. It was obvious what she'd been doing.
"My, looks as if you're the popular girl. A mare, two stallions, and just about to get it on with our resident horse thief." The red-headed satyr said with a chuckle.
The former model found herself crying, "P-please, please let me go, Mistress." She begged, "Please, change me back. I... I've learned my lesson."
Kora only grinned the wider, waving the can under Myshelle's nose, the delicious scent making her drool, her bovine tongue lolling out, trying to scoop up whatever was inside.
But the satyr kept the tin out of reach, "There's a problem, my dear. You see, if you leave, you take dear Melissa with you. I think you'd be much happier if the two of you stayed for awhile, and then made your decision once you've gotten your hybrid mentality sorted out."
Myshelle shook her head, dropping to her knees, wrapping her arms around her Mistress' waist, taking all the willpower she had not to lick or caress the sweet cock that was so very close to her. She could feel the delicious warmth, it would be so easy to have that warm sweetness between her lips.
"I... I don't want to be a satyr! I don't want to be fat!" she protested.
"I don't hear you saying you don't want to be a shemale, my toy. I don't hear you saying you don't want to have these big, sexy udders." Kora reached down and ran a latex-clad fingertip in a circle around one of Myshelle's nipples, making small droplets of milk leak from it.
Myshelle whimpered, unable to contradict Kora, even her human self didn't want to be quite as human as she had originally been.
"But I am a fair woman; I'll let you decide what you truly are." She said, dipping a finger into the can and returning with a dollop of something thick and not quite white in coloration.
Myshelle found it within her mouth, the taste spreading across her tongue, her four stomachs rumbled, craving whatever the wonderful, delicious substance within the can was.
As Kora pulled her finger away, Myshelle found herself following it, trying to suckle the last bits of the wonderful foodstuff. The lead satyr merely laughed and took a few steps back.
"Now, I'm going to count to thirty. You can prove you're a human by being able to resist what I'm offering. You have food and you have sex. Both base desires, both things that are irresistible to indulgent fey such as my pets. A human would be able to hold off her urges for a few short seconds. And even if you can hold on that long, honey, do you really want to? You know how good it feels to be a satyr. You know you'll be loved here. You know I can offer you wonderful opportunities that you'd never find out in the human world. It's your choice."
Myshelle's eyes widened and she pulled her tongue back in, trying unsuccessfully to rein in her saliva, "Th-that's not fair! The satyr magic, and Melissa, and the pendant, how am I supposed to be able to chose? What if I can resist just one? I... I'm so hungry..."
Kora grinned, "I'm not sure you'll want to do that. After all, this is some special stuff. A lot of enchantment went into this. It's pure lard, I'm not sure exactly how much more weight you'll gain, but if you eat a cup full of this stuff, you'll never lose weight beyond what it gives you."
Myshelle's eyes widened in horror, and her stomachs protested all the louder, her satyr-self wanted it, Melissa wanted her to devour it, to become the biggest satyr in the entire club, the pendant around her neck demanded that she eat.
"But alright. If you can hold off from eating, I'll take away all those extra pounds. If you can keep your lips off my cock, I'll change you back into a human. You do both, you can walk out of here however you want to look, keep the parts you enjoy, ditch all the rest, deal?" the satyr seductress said with a grin.
Myshelle closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, holding it in as she nodded. Just as long as she could keep herself focused on something else besides what Kora had to offer, she'd be okay.
"One, two..." Kora began to count.
Myshelle could prove herself human easily, and when she did she'd be able to walk out of the Amorous Satyr on her own two feet, though hooves weren't all that bad, but they didn't lend themselves to fashion very easily.
She'd be able to get exactly what she wanted, a nice big bust, and Kora could probably alter her cock to make it big and thick when she was aroused and wanted it out, and small and inconspicuous otherwise.
With Melissa within her, Myshelle was sure she could keep herself and her lover's spirits separate, so she'd have someone to talk to, to have fun with, someone kind and caring that loved her for her.
But then again it would also be nice to let the unpleasant parts of Myshelle drift away, portions of her icy, prickly personality, her unfriendly demeanor, and her whole ice queen thing. She could go and find a cock to loosen her up every once in awhile, or, better yet, find a cute model that was just starting out, eager to spread her legs to get ahead, even for another woman.
Then again she'd have to keep the tale of Myshelle's member a secret. If she stayed on at the club, odds were that there would be a steady stream of men, women, and every gender in between that would love to have a roll in the hay with her.
That brought back to mind the sexy she-stallion. Not only would she have lovers as part of her duties at the Amorous Satyr, but she'd also have the stallions, the mares, and the occasional plaything, like the former horse thief. Strange exoticness that she would never be able to get as a human, at least not without paying through the nose for it.
And she wouldn't be alone here, there would be the other satyrs, whom were already her friends. Stephanie, the dragon-satyr cook, Dixie, the dark elf that had been beside her at breakfast, and so many others. All of them loved her, cared for her. Kora especially.
The two shared a bed more often than not, the lead satyr understanding of Myshelle's Motzenger's Syndrome, and always eager to lend a hand, or a cock, or a tailhole, or a pair of lips.
She was sure Kora would miss her company, as Myshelle was one of the few satyrs that say that their Mistress was a person too and needed friends, not merely pets. Kora would miss her if she left, and there would be an empty spot on the couch and half of a big bowl of popcorn uneaten when Kora watched their favorite shows.
Myshelle gasped and shook her head, trying to clear her mind, trying to rid herself of Melissa's memories. She was breathing again, her eyes open.
"Twenty four, twenty five..." Kora grinned and reached into the can, slathering her cock with the thick, greasy lard.
Myshelle couldn't help it, ninety five percent of being surged forward, shoving the small portion of her psyche that still remained fully human into the back of her mind. The can of enchanted lard was in one three fingered hand, the other curled around Kora's cock, holding it as she greedily licked it clean.
Tears filled her eyes, the only protest her human self could make as she was forever enslaved to the satyr. She felt her body begin to swell, already using the manifold calories from the lard to bulk up her flesh. As she grew her human self withdrew in disgust, curling up into a ball in the tiny corner of Myshelle's mind. Not wanting any part of the shemale slave-slut she'd become.
No... not a slave, not even a pet. She was Kora's friend, her lover, not merely an employee or another satyr to snuggle with. Now that she wasn't going to be aching for sex all the time, things might even become a little bit tighter than that, more romantic. Yes...
"Mmm... thank you Myshelle," Kora moaned, reaching down and stroking the bovine satyr's ears, "I don't know what I would've done if you'd taken Melissa away from me. You're going to love it here, but then again, you already know that, right?"
Myshelle nodded; of course she'd love it here. She'd been there for almost as long as she could remember; the parts worth remembering anyway.
She reached into the tin, taking a mouthful of lard, enjoying the sensations of her expanding body. She wondered how big she would get. The bigger, the better.
-o-
Caitlyn moaned and pressed into the ample backside of the satyress dancer before her. She'd been rather shy about coming to the club, at first coming inside she'd wanted nothing more to get out, but then she'd seen this lovely woman dance, and she knew she'd be stopping by every so often from then on to get a glimpse.
The Amorous Satyr didn't have a cover fee, a minimum tip, or a drink minimum, though Caitlyn tipped heavily. It was worth it for the strange, erotic feelings she experienced. Somehow the seven hundred pound shemale satyr could make her cum from across the room, and right up close like this... oh it was heaven.
She bucked her hips, pressed her denim-clad loins against the white and blue fur of the performer's backside. She didn't seem to mind the contact. In fact, there was an awful lot of contact. Mainly because there was an awful lot of satyr butt.
The young blonde student sat upon the curved padded couch that seemed to be constructed in the Amorous Satyr's VIP lounge just for Myshelle to give lap dances. If she got a little too excited and pressed too hard, she'd break the chair the patron was sitting on, and possibly even the patron themselves.
The couch was very well padded, but a stiff padding, that barely dented from Caitlyn's one hundred and forty pounds. Myshelle spun with surprising grace, lifting a hooved leg that likely weighed more than her client did. Her huge, beautiful horse cock throbbed, apparently she enjoyed the lapdance as much as Caitlyn did.
"Wh... what does it feel like? Having one of those?" she asked, remembering her instructions, not to grope the dancers without having paid for the privilege. It was all she could do to stop herself from licking the golden ring upon the flare of the dancer's cock.
Myshelle moaned softly, shaking her hips and rear, "It feels wonderful, incredible, better than..." she took a deep breath and turned to the side, a generous surge of precum dripping onto the floor.
"Would you like to try it?" she asked the human, a grin on her face, "No charge."
"I'd love to!" Caitlyn said ecstatically without thinking, "Err... wait, what do you.... AAAAH!"
Myshelle changed her dance every so subtly, picking up the pace, leaning back against the heavy, reinforced bar placed before the couch. She leaned back with surprising grace, wrapping her thick legs around Caitlyn's waist. The satyr began to thrust and buck, her balls against Caitlyn's breasts, the cock so tantalizingly close...
She couldn't help herself. The girl wrapped her arms around and hugged the length against her, planting a kiss of the precum-drenched cockflesh, crying out with climax as she did so, her hips thrusting as hard as she could.
She felt something give way inside of her, something surging outward, like her normal climax, except it seemed to go on and on, down past the lips of her sex, pressing against the silk of her panties, the denim of her jeans, and then erupting with wet, hot, explosive bliss, surging outward against the satyr's bulk.
Caitlyn didn't notice the heat and wetness in her loins, as her entire upper body was coated in thick, sweet satyr seed. She gasped softly and fell back, eyes half lidded in a state of blissful lust.
Myshelle grinned and she untwined her legs from around another satisfied customer. Caitlyn would be occupied with herself for a good hour or two. The human dreamily tugged her ten inch length, decent size on a human. Myshelle didn't want to get her into the bestial stage too quickly, she knew her client would just love having a horsecock, but she wanted to take it slowly.
Temporary transformations as a first, a few hours to feel the best parts of having the male member, then when she was curious about how the equine length would feel, they'd take it from there. Temporary until Caitlyn asked her if she could keep it, and then from the equine cock, she'd see if she could coax the cutie into a few more satyr-ish features. It was more fun the longer than change was drawn out.
She sighed; it was the one thing she regretted about her transformation. She'd walked into the bar, said a few words, and experienced a world of bliss in less than twenty four hours. Not even a day between skinny bitch, and busty, beautiful, big-balled babe.
She felt the familiar sensation rise in the pit of her gut, quickly turning into a shameful blush. Myshelle loved the aspect of her change, the little bit of her old, human self that remained, stuffed into a corner of her consciousness, allowing her to feel delicious shame, humiliation, and disgust at the things she did, making them all the more delectable.
She walked from the VIP room, out into the main bar area, a grin spreading across her face as she saw the familiar red on black of Kora from behind. With a giggle she wrapped her hefty arms around the smaller satyr.
Kora turned her head, allowing Myshelle's lips to meet her own, allowing the bovine satyr's tongue to slip hungrily into her mouth, her own long, studded tongue curling around it, seeking entry into Myshelle's own maw.
The spotted satyr's three fingers hands gripped her Mistress' breast and groin, the latter of which got a playful swat as Kora turned, her latex-gloved hands running over Myshelle's pale skin, fingertips slipping between plentiful folds of flesh to tickle the sensitive skin hidden within, giving the bovine's udders enough of a playful tweak to make droplets of milk form upon her nipples, but not enough to let them leak down.
Kora pressed against her, Myshelle feeling a heat in the redhead's loins, her Mistress' cock half hardening as the bovine's hands moved down Kora's back, gripping her rump and pulling her lover even closer.
The redhead broke the kiss, panting, her eyes darting across the room where patrons stared, their attention diverted from the stage, where a feather winged, unicorn satyress also seemed enraptured by the two.
"Get out of here before the customers blow their loads for free." Kora said with a giggle.
"Yes, Mistress." Myshelle responded, shivering softly as a small flash of malice surged across her mind, like the bussing of a gnat, not even loud enough to make out more than the emotional content.
Kora grinned, "Waitress now. Matters of gender are a bit... flexible in temples of Krygar, be they brothel or restaurant. Nothing to clear up, hun, they actually called to confirm that we were coming again tonight."
"In more ways than one." Myshelle said with a giggle, "I'll remember to bring some condoms in my purse. I didn't think it was possible for someone's belly to grow so big so fast."
Kora patted the plentiful roundness, "And I'm sure you'd be an expert." She said with a grin, giving Myshelle a parting peck.
"Shoo, off with you! We're drawing the focus from the stage!" Kora said, giving Myshelle a swat to the rump, which the bovine satyr wiggled cutely as she strode across the room, slipping into the hallway beside the bar, heading for the stables. Oh did she ever adore the stables, especially the last few months...
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Myshelle sat in the straw, mooing contentedly as a fey-foal suckled at her udder. The small creature ought to be weaned off milk by now, but the bovine satyr always had plenty to give.
She ran her three fingered hand over the foal's fur, radiant white coupled with deep navy spots, and an auburn mane and tail that faded to icy blue at the tips.
The little boquine (Bo from bovine, quine from equine) always trotted up to greet Myshelle on her little cloven hooves.
"My, you're getting big," Myshelle said, patting the four month old foal, "You're getting your horns in early." She said, raising a thick finger to scratch at the base of her horns, five inches long and following the curve of her head, rather unlike bovine horns.
"Just like your daddy." She said with a smile, moaning softly as she stroked her cock, the words always bringing those delicious, arousing feelings of disgust and shame to the surface.
Oh how she loved being a satyr. | STORY |
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charges. Each column represents the premium required annually to age 100
to achieve target cash surrender value stated in the column heading.
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,531</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,809</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$7,327</font></b></i></td>
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,348</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,250</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,630</font></b></i></td>
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,538</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$5,709</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,550</font></b></i></td>
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$8,950</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$5,827</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,185</font></b></i></td>
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$7,581</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,729</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$7,372</font></b></i></td>
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$7,637</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,711</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$6,916</font></b></i></td>
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<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$7,044</font></b></i></td>
<td><i><b><font size=3D"2">$5,529</font></b></i></td>
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Death was the oldest. Since time immemorial, people have died and they have come to him. Mankind fights an endless war against him. Though they may have succeeded in stifling his actions, Death is patient. He knows that in the end, all things come to him.
Pestilence was Death's brother. He brought plague upon the lands. Staining the Earth black with disease and blight. His method of bringing people to his brother was slow and excruciating. However, mankind have begun to stave him off. Disease was beaten by technology and he increasingly faded into irrelevance.
Famine was as old as Death and pre-dated the birth of mankind. He worked with Pestilence to target the source of man's strength, his food and fuel. He destroyed crop and rotted grain. Starvation and a slow path to Death awaited those afflicted by him. However, man stood strong against him. They developed methods to create a surplus of food, too much for Famine to destroy. They developed methods to deflect his hand so that he may no longer afflict the source of man's strength. Thus, Famine, like Pestilence, faded into irrelevance.
War was the youngest. He was smart and cunning. He channeled man's strength against themselves. Conflict and strife became the grounds for which man displayed his strength. Efficient in work, he brought many to Death. However after his most brilliant work, where War embroiled the world twice over, mankind caught on to his cunning. Man made laws and grew to depend on each other. Though they may never fully quell War's influence, they made sure he would never afflict the world so spectacularly ever again.
Death was unhappy. Mankind had defeated his brothers and impeded his work. In his impatience and anger, he consulted his 5th brother, Kyle.
Kyle was a strange fellow amongst the brothers. He was quiet, lazy and seemed to care little for Death's work. He decided that his own birthname was too tedious to pronounce and opted for an easier name. Gaelic in origin, "Kyle" meant "narrow" a strange name for a Horseman to take on.
"Help me Kyle. My brothers are defeated. Mankind may one day defeat me as well. Please help out just this once." Kyle said nothing and merely nodded. He then disappeared off to perform his work.
As Death sat around his bedridden brothers, a miracle occured. Pestilence finger twitched and he his hands grew fleshy. Disease once again spread around the world. No longer as powerful as he once was, but alive once again.
Famine groaned and began to sit upright. Once again, crops wilted and people starved. Famine however, felt something amiss, some of his work was...voluntary. Mankind began to starve itself.
War rose from his bed with new found strength. The gears of conflict shook off their rust and began to turn once again. Innocents die in battle again, widows gained and fathers lost. Misguided soldiers die under authority's whims.
"You revived our brothers Kyle. How did you do it?" Asked Death, impressed with Kyle's work.
"I am Kyle, "narrow", the fourth of the Horsemen. Born with humanity but before War. My influence appeared when the first man decided that he did not need his tribe to survive. Narrow are the minds of humans.
Humans defeated disease with miracle cures. Now some fear that those cures are harmful to them. Let them face Pestilence's wrath.
Humans defeated Famine through piling resources and modifying crop. Now they hoard but never give. They let their breathren starve. Now they feel that excess of food is sin. They willing starve themselves of their source of strength to meet society's whims. Let them suffer by Famine's hand.
Humans defeated War through tolerance, diplomacy and restraint. Now they turn intolerant and unleash violence against those not of their own group. They justify their "Holy Wars" with the blood of innocents. Violence begets violence, vengeance for innocent blood spilled is carried out by the sword. Let them spiral down to oblivion, guided by War.
Narrow are the minds of humans. They do not think before they act. They believe what they want to believe and ignore what they don't.
I am Ignorance. Until mankind is capable of defeating me, they can never truly destroy the Horsemen."
EDIT: Nice to receive some criticism, turns out I severely lack knowledge on how the whole 4 Horsemen thing works. I really should go read up on this. Some mistakes here and there as well. I kinda, forgot to follow up on the "modified crop" thing that was pointed out. Oops. Also apparently my 5th paragraph should have Death refer to Kyle as his 4th brother, not his 5th.
Reddit gold. Did not expect that. Thanks to those who tossed those my way. | STORY |
Alphabetizing Worksheet: Rule 2 (Arranging Words in Alphabetical Order Based on First Letter of the Word)
This alphabetizing worksheet is designed for elementary-level children to practice arranging words in alphabetical order based on the first letter of the word.
What is the Alphabetic Order?
Alphabetic order is arranging names, words, or terms in the same order as the letters of alphabet (A to Z).
How to Arrange Words in Alphabetical Order?
Let us understand with an example.
We need to arrange the words: sun, rock, and balloon in alphabetical order.
In this example, the balloon comes first, followed by rock (r) and sun (s) as ‘b’ comes first in order and then ‘r’ and then ‘s‘ in alphabetical order.
Step 1: Read the word carefully and identify the first letter of the word.
Step 2: Arrange them in alphabetic order of their first letter
Download the alphabetizing worksheet and start practicing alphabetizing to master the skill.
- ABC Order Worksheet: Rule 1 (Arranging Letters in Order)
- Alphabetizing Worksheet: Rule 3 (Arranging words based on the second and third letter of the word)
- Alphabetical Order worksheet (Complete the story)
- ABC order Worksheet: Identifying the words and arrange them in order
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What are Lesson Objectives?
The teacher wants the children to have learned or achieved a lesson objective (or a teaching objective or a learning objective) by the end of a lesson. It’s also known as a WALT (We Are Learning To). Learning objectives are often differentiated depending on students’ ability levels, and they should be such that children can see what they need to do to progress.
Ideally, a learning objective should be something that children didn’t know before the start of the lesson. That way, teachers can avoid any repetition in their classes. They should also look to continue from work done in the previous study and end where the next one is due to begin. Because of this, some teachers like to use planning overviews to help them organize their learning objectives.
But what are lesson objectives? Here are some examples of teaching objectives that you could use, depending on the subject that is being taught:
- After a lesson about bullying, students should be able to explain the difference between a friend and a bully by writing a short paragraph. This should include a thesis statement as well as a call to action.
- Students will be able to describe their scientific observations after a week-long terrarium unit accurately.
- After a lesson on storylines and narrative, students should be able to identify the rising action, climax, and falling action on a plot diagram.
- Once students have finished an independent reading activity, they should be able to recommend the book that they read to other students and create a single-paragraph book review.
- Students can summarise their day’s events in a personal journal once they have learned reflective writing.
How to write Lesson Objectives
So they’re aware of what is expected of them during the lesson, children need to know the lesson objective. Because of this, teachers will often have the lesson objective written on the board before their class starts. As well as this, teachers usually write the lesson objective on their lesson plan to keep track of what they’re teaching their children.
Looking for guidance on how to write lesson objectives? Different schools, subjects, and teachers may all have slightly varying approaches. So if you’re new to teaching or need a refresher, we’ve got some general guidance for creating a practical lesson objective.
When planning a lesson, you need to establish a clear objective. This objective must be clear to all the pupils. They’ll need to know the following:
WHAT they are learning.
WHY they are learning it.
HOW it links to their more expansive learning.
Ideally, lesson objectives should be SMART: Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relative, and Timely. Only at the end of the lesson, or series of studies, will you know for sure if your lesson objective was specific enough to be measured through some form of assessment.
Lesson objectives should also be specific statements of what learners can do by the end of the lesson. They are not the activities or outcomes of the study but the learning gained from those activities and products.
To know how to write a lesson objective, you need to be clear about what you want pupils to be able to do or know by the end of the lesson. You also need to know their prior learning. This will help you to design a learning sequence in your planning that takes them from what they already know (or can do) to the next level.
Once you know your learning needs, you can formulate your lesson objective. It’s also a good idea to keep the primary national curriculum handy to ensure your lesson objective corresponds with the aims set for your year group and the subject you’re teaching.
As we’ve already mentioned, a great way to frame your lesson objective is to use the initialism WALT or ‘We are learning to….”. The key to writing reasonable goals is to keep them clear and challenging enough for all learners.
Step 1: Identify the noun or noun phrase for what you what the children to learn.
Step 2: Use Bloom’s Taxonomy to decide on the level of learning.
Step 3: Identify a measurable verb from Bloom’s Taxonomy.
Step 4: Add additional information to add context to the learning.
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Last time you spent $25 did u make $100,000,s? Well this time you will. wju
Hello
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This is the letter you have been hearing about on the
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==================================================
Another said: "This program has been around for a
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$240.00 but the next 2 months after that I made
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by re-entering the program, I have made over
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success in this program is to follow the simple
steps and NOT change anything."
More testimonials later but first, =======
==== PRINT THIS NOW FOR YOUR FUTURE REFERENCE ====
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following...THEN READ IT AGAIN and AGAIN!!!
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FOLLOW THE SIMPLE INSTRUCTION BELOW AND
YOUR FINANCIAL DREAMS WILL COME TRUE, GUARANTEED!
INSTRUCTIONS:
=====Order all 5 reports shown on the list below =====
For each report, send $5 CASH, THE NAME & NUMBER OF THE
REPORT YOU ARE ORDERING and YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS to the
person whose name appears ON THAT LIST next to the report.
MAKE SURE YOUR RETURN ADDRESS IS ON YOUR ENVELOPE TOP
LEFT CORNER in case of any mail problems.
===WHEN YOU PLACE YOUR ORDER, MAKE SURE ===
===YOU ORDER EACH OF THE 5 REPORTS! ===
You will need all 5 reports so that you can save
them on your computer and resell them.
YOUR TOTAL COST $5 X 5 = $25.00.
Within a few days you will receive, via e-mail, each
of the 5 reports from these 5 different individuals.
Save them on your computer so they will be accessible
for you to send to the 1,000's of people who will
order them from you. Also make a floppy of these
reports and keep it on your desk in case something
happens to your computer.
IMPORTANT - DO NOT alter the names of the people who
are listed next to each report, or their sequence on
the list, in any way other than what is instructed
below in steps 1 through 6 or you will lose out
on the majority of your profits. Once you
understand the way this works, you will also
see how it will not work if you change it.
Remember, this method has been tested, and if you
alter it, it will NOT work!!! People have tried
to put their friends'/relatives' names on all five
thinking they could get all the money. But it does
not work this way. Believe us, some have tried to
be greedy and then nothing happened. So Do Not
try to change anything other than what is instructed.
Because if you do, it will not work for you.
Remember, honesty reaps the reward!!!
This IS a legitimate BUSINESS. You are offering a
product for sale and getting paid for it. Treat it
as such and you will be VERY profitable in a short
period of time.
1.. After you have ordered all 5 reports, take this
advertisement and REMOVE the name & address of the
person in REPORT # 5. This person has made it through
the cycle and is no doubt counting their fortune.
2.. Move the name & address in REPORT # 4 down TO REPORT # 5.
3.. Move the name & address in REPORT # 3 down TO REPORT # 4.
4.. Move the name & address in REPORT # 2 down TO REPORT # 3.
5.. Move the name & address in REPORT # 1 down TO REPORT # 2
6.... Insert YOUR name & address in the REPORT # 1 Position.
PLEASE MAKE SURE you copy every name & address
ACCURATELY! This is critical to YOUR success.
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**** Take this entire letter, with the modified
list of names, and save it on your computer.
DO NOT MAKE ANY OTHER CHANGES.
Save this on a disk as well just in case you lose
any data. To assist you with marketing your business
on the internet, the 5 reports you purchase will
provide you with invaluable marketing information
which includes how to send bulk e-mails legally,
where to find thousands of free classified ads and
much more. There are 2 primary methods to get this
venture going:
METHOD # 1: BY SENDING BULK E-MAIL LEGALLY
==================================================
Let's say that you decide to start small, just to see
how it goes, and we will assume you and those involved
send out only 5,000 e-mails each. Let's also assume
that the mailing receives only a 0.2% (2/10 of 1%)
response (the response could be much better but let's
just say it is only 0.2%). Also many people will send
out hundreds of thousands of e-mails instead of only
5,000 each.
Continuing with this example, you send out only
5,000 e-mails. With a 0.2% response, that is only
10 orders for report # 1. Those 10 people responded
by sending out 5,000 e-mails each for a total of
50,000. Out of those 50,000 e-mails only 0.2%
responded with orders. That's 100 people who
responded and ordered Report # 2.
Those 100 people mail out 5,000 e-mails each for
a total of 500,000 e-mails. The 0.2% response to
that is 1000 orders for Report # 3.
Those 1000 people send 5,000 e-mails each for a
total of 5 million e-mails sent out. The 0.2%
response is 10,000 orders for Report # 4.
Those 10,000 people send out 5,000 e-mails each
for a total of 50,000,000 (50 million) e-mails.
The 0.2% response to that is 100,000 orders for
Report # 5.
THAT'S 100,000 ORDERS TIMES $5 EACH = $500,000.00
(half a million dollars).
Your total income in this example is: 1..... $50
+ 2..... $500 + 3.....$5,000 + 4..... $50,000
+ 5.... $500,000 .... Grand Total=$555,550.00
NUMBERS DO NOT LIE. GET A PENCIL & PAPER AND
FIGURE OUT THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSES AND NO
MATTER HOW YOU CALCULATE IT, YOU WILL STILL
MAKE A LOT OF MONEY!
==================================================
REMEMBER FRIEND, THIS IS ASSUMING ONLY 10 PEOPLE
ORDERING OUT OF 5,000 YOU MAILED TO. Dare to think
for a moment what would happen if everyone or half
or even one 4th of those people mailed 100,000
e-mails each or more?
There are over 150 million people on the internet
worldwide and counting, with thousands more coming
online every day. Believe me, many people will do
just that, and more!
METHOD # 2: BY PLACING FREE ADS ON THE INTERNET
==================================================
Advertising on the net is very, very inexpensive and
there are hundreds of FREE places to advertise.
Placing a lot of free ads on the internet will
easily get a larger response. We strongly suggest
you start with Method # 1 and add METHOD # 2 as you
go along. For every $5 you receive, all you must
do is e-mail them the report they ordered. That's it.
Always provide same day service on all orders.
This will guarantee that the e-mail they send out,
with your name and address on it, will be prompt
because they cannot advertise until they receive
the report.
===========AVAILABLE REPORTS ====================
The reason for the "cash" is not because this is
illegal or somehow "wrong". It is simply about time.
Time for checks or credit cards to be cleared or
approved, etc. Concealing it is simply so no one
can SEE there is money in the envelope and steal
it before it gets to you.
ORDER EACH REPORT BY ITS NUMBER & NAME ONLY.
Notes: Always send $5 cash (U.S. CURRENCY) for
each report. Checks NOT accepted. Make sure the
cash is concealed by wrapping it in at least
2 sheets of paper. On one of those sheets of
paper, write the NUMBER & the NAME of the report
you are ordering, YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS and your
name and postal address.
PLACE YOUR ORDER FOR THESE REPORTS NOW :
==================================================
REPORT # 1: "The Insider's Guide To Advertising
for Free On The Net"
Order Report #: 1 from
Rui Sousa Santos
P.O. Box 132
Taylors Lakes VIC 3038
Australia
______________________________________________________
REPORT # 2: "The Insider's Guide To Sending Bulk
Email On The Net"
Order Report # 2 from:
Richard Moulton
P.O. Box 82
Hot Springs,MT 59845
USA
___________________________________________________
REPORT # 3: "Secret To Multilevel Marketing On The Net"
Order Report # 3 from:
J.siden
krondikesv�gen 54 A
83147 �stersund
Sweden
_____________________________________________________
REPORT # 4: "How To Become A Millionaire Using
MLM & The Net"
Order Report # 4 from:
Francis Kidd
P.O. Box 209
Homestead,PA 15120
USA
__________________________________________________
REPORT # 5: "How To Send Out One Million Emails
For Free"
Order Report # 5 From:
M.J. Lee
P.O. Box 19
52 Victoria Drive
London SW19 6BD
United Kingdom
______________________________________________________
$$$$$$$$$ YOUR SUCCESS GUIDELINES $$$$$$$$$$$
Follow these guidelines to guarantee your success:
=== If you do not receive at least 10 orders for
Report #1 within 2 weeks, continue sending e-mails
until you do.
=== After you have received 10 orders, 2 to 3 weeks
after that you should receive 100 orders or more for
REPORT # 2. If you do not, continue advertising or
sending e-mails until you do.
** Once you have received 100 or more orders for
Report # 2, YOU CAN RELAX, because the system is
already working for you, and the cash will continue
to roll in ! THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER: Every time
your name is moved down on the list, you are placed
in front of a different report.
You can KEEP TRACK of your PROGRESS by watching which
report people are ordering from you. IF YOU WANT TO
GENERATE MORE INCOME SEND ANOTHER BATCH OF E-MAILS
AND START THE WHOLE PROCESS AGAIN. There is NO LIMIT
to the income you can generate from this business !!!
=================================================
FOLLOWING IS A NOTE FROM THE ORIGINATOR OF THIS PROGRAM:
You have just received information that can give you
financial freedom for the rest of your life, with
NO RISK and JUST A LITTLE BIT OF EFFORT. You can
make more money in the next few weeks and months
than you have ever imagined. Follow the program
EXACTLY AS INSTRUCTED. Do Not change it in any way.
It works exceedingly well as it is now.
Remember to e-mail a copy of this exciting report
after you have put your name and address in
Report #1 and moved others to #2 .....# 5 as
instructed above. One of the people you send this
to may send out 100,000 or more e-mails and your
name will be on every one of them.
Remember though, the more you send out the more
potential customers you will reach. So my friend,
I have given you the ideas, information, materials
and opportunity to become financially independent.
IT IS UP TO YOU NOW !
=============MORE TESTIMONIALS===============
"My name is Mitchell. My wife, Jody and I live in
Chicago. I am an accountant with a major U.S.
Corporation and I make pretty good money. When I
received this program I grumbled to Jody about
receiving 'junk mail'. I made fun of the whole
thing, spouting my knowledge of the population
and percentages involved. I 'knew' it wouldn't work.
Jody totally ignored my supposed intelligence and
few days later she jumped in with both feet. I made
merciless fun of her, and was ready to lay the old
'I told you so' on her when the thing didn't work.
Well, the laugh was on me! Within 3 weeks she had
received 50 responses. Within the next 45 days she
had received total $ 147,200.00 ......... all cash!
I was shocked. I have joined Jody in her 'hobby'."
Mitchell Wolf M.D., Chicago, Illinois
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"Not being the gambling type, it took me several
weeks to make up my mind to participate in this plan.
But conservative as I am, I decided that the initial
investment was so little that there was just no way
that I wouldn't get enough orders to at least get
my money back. I was surprised when I found my
medium size post office box crammed with orders.
I made $319,210.00 in the first 12 weeks.
The nice thing about this deal is that it does not
matter where people live. There simply isn't a
better investment with a faster return and so big."
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