Diary of a Half-Demon Artist

By Lamia Woman

(Compiled from the Legends of Belial forum)

Thread 1 - Diary of a Half-Demon Artist

Part 1

Waking up was always a pleasure when I had someone with me. As I squirmed and began
to move, a gentle arm slid over me and cupped a breast, rubbing the soft flesh and a
welcome voice whispered in my ear.

"Breakfast in bed, love?"

"That sounds lovely," I purred as my tongue flicked across the toothless inner lips and clit
hidden just behind my lips like a lover licking me as I felt the gentle press from behind of my
lover's penis slip between the cheeks of my ass and press at the labia and clit hidden within
before slipping inside me.

"Breakfast in Bed," our little joke that we enjoyed, was a euphamism for the fact that for the
last five years, I have been sustained by mana, emotions, pleasure, ecstasy, even the mind
succumbing to corruption sustained me. It had ever since I had paid my entire savings that I
had earned as an alchemist to a certain Greater Demon to become a Half-Demon, and
enhance my abilities in the trade.

Memory lane faded as it always does as the hand cupping that delightful lower breast
coaxed the lips where my nipples would otherwise have occupied and slipped a finger gently
into the love tunnel behind as my ass quivered and squeezed, my breast desperately
suckling his finger with the tongue held within as all of my myriad parts came awake fully. As
I leaned around and tilted my head to meet my lover, our lips touched, we kissed, and I
melted into my morning "meal" before we go to work.

Once I got myself untangled, I rather gingerly stepped into the bathroom to get clean and get
ready. Several pairs of lips quivered and licked themselves in anticipation as I selected my
clothing and laid them out on the bed. Going back into the bathroom and looking at the
mirror always made me smile. Far from the unassuming and odd man I had started off as,
my time as a half-demon was well-spent artfully sculpting myself as a walking advertisement
for my business.

My face and skin had started as a lovely girl who signed up to be a product demonstration
model rather early on, and so she was, forever a puppet to my actions as I moved her while
she was helpless to do anything but feel anything caressing my body. My pussy has started
out as my first lover as a woman, before I had learned to mostly control my excitement. The
poor boy had melted into my crotch, his mouth forever open to penetration, blind, deaf, only
able to taste and feel, indistinguishable from a natural pussy on a born woman. The cock
between my legs had been inspired by my pussy and as I seemed to have an easier time
merging people to fuel a transformation, my body became a theme park of merged lovers
and product models.

Everything from the soft lips concealing another tongue and pussy to my four arms with
another pussy in the palm, running up my forearm, each of the the delicate, feminine
cockheads that tipped my fingers instead of fingertips, the four generous breasts with pussy
mouth copies of my own mouth, my ass with yet another vulva contained within... My torso,
chest and abdomen whom now shared the sensations of each of the others attached to
him... Even my legs had a soft pussy driving straight up through my heels into my legs.
The long, dark red hair that cascaded wildly and hugged my form was another, a girl who
had wished she could caress my body forever and got her wish. Each of these things had
begun as another person, with each pussy or breast having begun male, and each of the
delicate cocks on my hand, or the somewhat larger than average one between my legs had
started as a woman.

I smiled as I licked a fingertip softly, then began washing off the sweat and sex of the
morning, and last evening. I could feel each of my additions vividly, their emotions a jumble
of embarrassment, humiliation, naked desire and anticipation. Changing them into the bits
opposite their genders made them very... receptive and emotional, and their succumbing to
ecstasy whenever I used them provided me no end to the energy I needed to live and do my
work.

Once I was clean, and of course my boyfriend at the time Charles decided to join me for
more fun, I got out and began to dress myself. My clothing was very similar to my additions,
and it had to be. As a half-demon I was dependent upon a constant flow of mana, but I can
only get enough to barely survive just through breathing, unlike some of my other peers. But
I paid that price to gain better control over my bodily fluids and transformative abilities.

Each of the items of clothing was designed to enhance my ability to collect said sustaining
mana. The leather pants were alive, as were the rest of my modest wardrobe, a being of
living, black and yellow-patterned leather that had found my legs and hips thrust inside
begun as a cute, hermaphroditic girl and her lover whom invited me to be the meat in the
middle of a sex sandwich. When I left they had become one being, and I smiled as I slipped
them up my legs, reliving the memory in my head as their two fleshy cocks, perfectly
preserved and forever erect inside the garment, slipped into the labia in my crotch and ass
as I wriggled to fully eat the skin-hugging garment. Her mouth was a thing I was particularly
proud of, and had thought impossible, but the herm girl's mouth and pussy combined rather
like mine, and as I squirmed them on over my hips those lips parted and my penis slipped
between them, sucked into a velvety softness that would instantly have me erect and
aroused. But even with my cock shoved almost seven inches into a tight, suckling pussy,
nothing showed at my crotch, which appeared smooth, and naturally feminine. As I
caressed the leather they tightened, the laces along the sides pulling tight as the living
garment involuntarily hugged me tightly to keep my sexes in them.

The long gloves that came up to midway on my upper arms had taken months to put
together with each of the fingers, and the main body of the gloves having began existence
as a separate person. As I pressed my hands into each of the four in turn, I felt another
fleshy cock slide into the pussies on my palms, and my fingertips invaded the lovely warmth
of the vaginal passages concealed on the inside of the gloves. My hands looked perfectly
normal and the gloves also pulled themselves tight, ensuring they wouldn't come off until I
was ready, the laces along the back pulled tightly.

The corset wasn't as complex as the gloves, but the girl who made up the main portion and
the four men who comprised each of the four cups were an interesting experiment. As I slid
them on, and my breast lipples were stuffed with yet more living cocks and I felt them
desperately suckling, torn between trying to devour the cum and fade to pleasure and
alternately trying to shamefully eject the intruders from themselves.

Last were the boots, with the three inch heels. As I put my legs into them, again, I felt the
cocks slip into my heels, helping stabilize my ankles as I walked. I really hadn't thought the
heel-pussies through when I added them, but the boots made every step an erotic and
sensual experience, giving the illusion of being pleasurably fucked by the very ground I
stood on. The boots had started off as a pair of wealthy twin do-nothings who were busy
squandering the family fortunes that their siblings were trying to preserve. I had been paid
good money to remove them from the inheritance, and give them a long, pleasurable life. I
like to think I have, as I slip my feet into their mouths and impale my heels on their cocks.
For all their arrogance and privilege, my boots are, oddly the most accepting of my
transformees.
As I stand up and shake out the kinks, I brush my hair, smiling as the poor girl trapped as my
tresses tried to scream silently, in ecstasy before deliberately mussing her with my hands
just enough to get that wild, "just fucked" feel to it.

Charles was already gone to work as I walked over and picked up a lollipop, my favorite
candy now, and popped the sweet ball into my mouth for the poor boy who had become that
toothless passage to taste and enjoy. He was my most recent addition, one I added to make
oral sex less of a chore with charles. The poor new mouth would forever be driven wild by
the tongue flickering through him, flicking the clitoris delicately with each syllable spoken.
His legs were the tongue now, and he got to enjoy cunnilingus nonstop as I left him helpless
and conscious.

Yes, it may be cruel, but a living, sentient mind trapped within, not allowed to go mad, or slip
away into the oblivion of merely being a sex organ or garment made far better fuel for my life
and powers. And since I needed a lot of power to be able to sustain myself and run my
business, necessity dictated my actions. Their hope that I might someday release them was
cute, but not in the cards. I had sealed each and every one to my body, so no matter how I
changed my own form, they would forever be merely another part of my form, never to
escape.

I assure you, the fact that between my additions and clothing I got to enjoy fucking and being
fucked with every movement as I walked to work had nothing to do with that... Ok it had
everything to do with it.
Ah, my shop, nestled in a upper-class part of town while I live more modestly. I do
transformations as an alchemist, able to concentrate my energies into creating weaker
demon-cum of I refine it in my body. It takes a lot of energy, but I have excellent fine control
over the process. I have to, since I advertise myself as a specialist in beautiful
transformations that accentuate the natural beauty of the human body. Gross, rapid and
complex mutations are usually beyond me, unless I expend literally all of my energy in one
go. I was never as fond of the seemingly random shifts often favored by demons.
Rather like my own unique form, I much prefer for every change to accentuate a body rather
than ruin it. I like to think of myself as an artist.

Those brief moments where I can mimic a full demon's power are exquisite, ecstatic, and
starvation-inducing, to the point where it can take anywhere up to three days of desperate,
mindless, orgiastic sex and little control over my transformative abilities to return to normal.
But occasionally a customer needed a complex transformation RIGHT NOW. It wasn't
cheaper than summoning and paying Mammon to do it, but it was somewhat safer, lacking a
need for complex invocations.

But for now, while I would love to continue talking about myself, I need to get to work.

Perhaps you will be curious enough to step into my shop one day, and let me bring your
fantasies to life. But until then, maybe next time I see you I'll tell you about the
transformations I've done. Or maybe I'll let you watch when I finally let Charles "Convince"
me to let him become one of my delicious creations.

Or would you rather become one of them?

Part 2

"Casual Wickedry," a name I had cooked up to entice people into my shop, apparently was
ironic. For all my mercenary willingness to transform anyone who met my price, up to and
including condemning living, sentient individuals to a lifetime as a mere addition of flesh to
someone else's body, I haven't completely excised all of my humanity.

Annelise was a pretty girl from a wealthy family uptown that was known for allowing their
people to undergo alchemical changes or outright flesh-sculpting for important events. One
would think that with that accepting family culture, she wouldn't be shaking, trying to
desperately sip at a cup of tea intended to calm her nerves and getting the sobbing under
control as I watched as dispassionately as I could.

The girl was a touch under five and a half feet, with a slightly stocky build and mousy brown
hair, but I could absolutely forgive that, as her eyes were absolutely beautiful, large, deep
brown and having that hopeful naiveté, she was the kind of pretty that you wanted to take
home and keep forever rather than ravish wickedly night after night. If I has my unfettered
way, She'd be ravishing, with her lovely face and eyes, and be ravished every night in
exquisitely delightful ways.
"There now dear, go ahead and talk as you can, she can't puppet you any further."
Annelise nodded nervously, shooting a furtive glance at my extra pair of arms, doubled bust
and the labial lips behind my more normal, plump, all too human ones on my face. She'd
been shooting glances at my more obvious "enhancements" the whole time with a mix of
fascination and fear.

"So tell me," I purred, exaggerating my accent enough to flick the clit in my mouth and drive
the poor former man stuck as said slick, inviting passage forever to insane distraction.

"What would you do with her? The authorities will hardly be merciful given what she did to
you. At best, she'd be driven naked into the borderlands of Karma's Realm, but more likely,
she'll have a short drop and a sudden stop in her future."

Annelise shook her head. "No, no, I don't want her dead... no, we were friends, once." She
and I both turned our gaze to the woman splayed out on one of my shop's couches, doing
her impression of a marionette with cut strings.

They say redheads have no soul. Usually, I cheerfully agree just for fun, after all, I am
half-demon. But Cessa was a little too ambitious for her own good, and too prone to trusting
in "foolproof" magics I had learned to recognize in my first year as an alchemist. She looked
rather comical, unable to moved, flopped back, only her eyes able to move as she watched
me with very real fear in her eyes. I had simply touched the back of her neck with a
concoction of my own devising, and as it absorbed into the skin, it removed her ability to
control anything from the jaw, down. She was rather cute with her mouth hanging open,
drooling on herself. I found myself thinking she'd be even cuter with no teeth and a pussy
engulfing her mouth and nose.

"Well dearie, she can't use her voice to control you anymore, since she's paralyzed you have
a golden opportunity to choose what you wish." I smiled, looking at the rather hefty sum left
on my desk. "As I do not give refunds, and I have been paid for a transformation, I'll give
you a choice. You can leave her to my care, and after I have finished sculpting you as you
wish I will remand her to the guard for her to face her fate. Or, I can transform you, and use
her as a future volunteer to help as a demonstration model, perhaps a toy or pet to be sold
to a good home, but she'll never have her voice or freedom back..."

Annelise screwed her mouth, not liking the options. The poor girl had been subjected to a
odd potion of demon-cum and alchemical workings that operated as a bizarre form of love
potion, or mind control. The concoction rendered her the cooing slave of the first voice she
heard, enthusiastically agreeing with the person, or carrying out their instructions with a
loving aplomb. The drawback is, the longer that one went without hearing the voice, the
more of themselves they would regain, and it didn't take very long.

But if Cessa were allowed to speak, Annelise would be right back to the fawning, over-eager
slave waxing poetic about how she was looking forward to becoming the new cock between
her soon-to-be-hermaphroditic lover's legs. That was my first tip-off. No one EVER
volunteers to become a bit of flesh at someone else's mercy attached as merely a flopping
organ or slick set of folds, never to have choice in their fates again and then talks about how
excited they are. Yes I have had people legitimately want it. But they were too afraid and
ashamed or excited to talk about it. They had to initiate it, and take the plunge, dive into the
permanent shock therapy without giving themselves time to think about it, consider the
consequences, talk themselves out of it. But they were also rare as hell.

More common were the people who I would convince, implant images of sensual bliss,
intoxicate them with words and touch, then consummate their fates at the moment they said
"yes." More common still were people who simply signed a contract that they could be used
to demonstrate any transformation or demonstrate any product for myself or my customers,
such as the woman who was trapped as nothing more than my pale skin, and face. Others,
well, let's say verbal trickery is one of my favorite games, telling someone exactly what I
want to do, with enough ambiguity that their own imagination takes over and spin
themselves a tale of wondrous delight in their own heads that is a far cry from what was
promised... The poor boy who's sojourn as the fleshy cheeks of my ass and the vulva
pinched between them was one such. Promises of all the anal sex he could ever dream of
were enough to entice him.

As I watched Annelise wrestle with her options I gave her the last choice. "My last option
would be to transform you, and use her as part of the transformation. Since she was so very
intent to force you into a joining of bodies, perhaps a period of time at your mercy, as a mere
part of you would be punishment to fit the crime. That way you would be able to keep your
friend, and enjoy the fruits of what you paid me for."

"I wouldn't have to have her as a penis would I?" The question, and the apprehensive
expression almost got me laughing.

"Absolutely not. I think, as you seem more the feminine type, we could sculpt you to take
advantage of that." I smiled slyly. "And if you're willing to let me use you as my canvas, I'll
give you something to strut about at your family's Summer Ball in three weeks at no extra
cost."

No extra cost except being a walking advertisement for my business, anyway.

"Will she be able to think, or will she become mindless?"

I considered. "Could go either way, but I'm guessing you feel that letting her mind fade
would be the same as letting her die?"

I smiled as the girl nodded, and I used my lower pair of hands, encased within the special
gloves I had made for myself, to take her hands as I leaned forward and kissed her on the
forehead. She squirmed a little as I looked her in the eye.

"Your sense of mercy does you credit."

In reality I almost cackled like a lunatic. The poor, innocent child was condemning her
former friend to a lifetime of near-madness, frustration and helplessness, and the very meat
and drink of emotion that I felt wafting off my pretty little marionette was an intoxicating feast.

Each of my many sensually altered body parts knows what it means to be trapped as
nothing more than helpless sensual additions that were constantly penetrating, or being
penetrated, against their will.

They hated it, and they loved it, dreaded each new day of humiliations, but anticipating the
pleasures of having their whole awareness subsumed by the simplest sensual acts.

I stood and touched a hand to Cessa, and she rose gracefully, her marionette body still flesh,
but only responsive to the contact of a Puppeteer who was touching her. I have fond
memories of a former lover, forever trapped in her skin as a living doll, whom I often used as
a mannequin in my store. Very few people walking by realized that the woman with luxuriant
white hair in the window, her six proud breasts and three eyes on prominent display was not,
in fact a mannequin of some variety. I would let her sit there, for days, wondering when the
next time would come, until she was dripping with helpless lust and on the verge of insanity
before bringing her in to relieve her tension. Charles absolutely adores the sweet thing, and
if her emotions with him are any indication, she loves his touch as much as mine.

Cessa wasn't enjoying the sensation nearly as much, as her emotions were a tidal wave of
fear, wonder and silently begging for mercy she never intended for her former lover. As I
brought her and stood her up in the center of the room, I disrobed her, admiring the
well-sculpted beauty of the woman. Nature had given her a body not unlike mine, without
the additions and modifications. Fate had seen fit to give her naturally what took me over a
year of careful sculpting to achieve. The bright red curls of her hair gave her a wanton, yet
seemingly innocent appeal. She would be a pleasure to work with.

"Annelise, your turn, I need you to come here. Go ahead and strip down, dear." Yes I
realize she never said "Yes" to the suggestion of melding Cessa to her, but I didn't need her
to, all I needed was for her to obey.

Annelise seemed moderately embarrassed as she disrobed and stood next to her friend.
She was hardly unattractive, but I could see where she might feel rather upstaged. With a
little luck, we could fix that.

"So... what happens next?" She covered her breasts and crotch with her hands, looking a
bit at a loss as I stripped off the gloves on my hands, purring just a little as one of my finger
cocks squirted a little into the glove as I withdrew, the pussies in my palms suddenly,
mercifully to the minds trapped inside, empty.

it was always a bit of a sticky mess, cleaning the miscellaneous goo off my hands whenever
I pulled the gloves off, but I carefully sucked each finger clean as I picked up a small set of
vials and brought them over.
Annelise was staring, wide-eyed at my hands as I went about my work. "Oh wow, I thought
you just had..."

I was amused as I held a clean hand out for her to inspect. The girl was less horrified and
more fascinated by the changes I had made to my fingertips and my palms. I did let out a
happy sigh as she slid her fingers across the slender cocktips I had replaced fingernails with.

"If you like that kind of change, love, I always do love the opportunity to sign my work." I
winked as I handed her a bubbling vial. "Drink up, this will make your body ready for the
change."

If there was any doubt that the girl was excited the speed at which she downed the placebo
was nothing short of astonishing. I, of course, needed no such primer as a half-demon but
most people were not comfortable with the idea of my kind. Most of my alchemy happened
internally.

"Now for the fun part." I touched Cessa's shoulder and the lovely creature followed my will
and put her hands on her former friend, and soon to be mistress' hips, then leaned down,
pushing her head up between Annelise's legs until her shoulders were pressed up against
the shorter girl's ass, her neck a saddle for her would-be victim's crotch. I dipped a finger
into one of my vials and drew some of the fluid into myself as I catalyzed what was the
weakest of demon-cum produced by my body with some of the energy I had stored and
refined it into a more potent bit of juice, then fed my finger into Cessa's mouth, as her body
began suckling the tip against her will.

"How long will this take?" she asked apprehensively.

"Not long at all. Should be over in just a..." I smiled as my overeager fingertip fired her load
into the helpless woman's mouth as I slipped a second finger in.

I could feel the sensations as Annelise squealed with startlement as a line of flesh merged
her crotch and ass with Cessa's neck and shoulders, causing flesh to quiver and writhe as
she let a rather shocked meanwhile Cessa's slender arms merged gently into her own legs,
hair disappearing and melding with the hips of the girl above her.

Annelise's eyes widened with happy shock as she squealed, "I can feel her!" Poor Cessa
was probably silently screaming "no" over and over in her own mind, wondering why she had
come to my place instead of some back alley alchemist who wouldn't be so curious.

Cessa's suckling teeth and tongue began to soften as her head was absorbed into
Annelise's crotch, her eyes closing one last time as her sight left her forever, and her mouth
merged with it's new home between Annelise's legs, nothing more than a slick, toothless
passage intended to receive male sexual organs and cum for the rest of her natural life.
Her torso and legs shifted subtly, linking themselves fully to Annelise's body and will as I
slipped my fingers out, to a disappointed, pleasurable sigh from the girl whose own legs had
lengthened , torso stretching to Cessa's just-below six feet of height as I mentally sculpted
some of Cessa's more pleasing features to the girl, making subtle changes to accentuate the
new humantaur form.

I reached below her, between her front legs and gently gripped the luscious tits hanging from
her lower torso and slid them up and forward, guiding them to their new home below her
original pair. a quick sculpt of the originals left them matching as Annelise watched,
disbelieving as I used my hands, and the sensitive cockhead-tipped fingers to sculpt her
flesh into a vision of loveliness. The third pair of breasts I made just for fun, smirking as I
added two more of the generous mounds to her torso, below the first pair, then on a lark
began massaging the top nipples with my fingers while the girl moaned.

The fingers touching her nipples gently oozed some of my transformative cum on her
nipples, massaging it into her flesh as the ends of her breasts seemed to dissolve like they
were dipped in acid, gently splitting as labia formed, and soft love canals opened up,
receiving my fingers as I sculpted her new breast-pussies into each of the soft mounds on
her upper torso.

She was lost, moaning as each orgasmic wave passed through her body, melding her to
Cessa perfectly as she changed. The girl was a delightful little sex slut. I couldn't have
made her more receptive if I'd made her skin match that of a clit.

Coaxing the tail from her ass above her new rear legs was hardly difficult, but the bloody hair
tail of a horse was overdone so often on a humantaur body that it would have felt like
cheating. At three feet long, the fleshy, flexible tube stopped at a blunt tip, which had four
flaps that split to reveal a series of suction cups shaped like lips on the flaps, surrounding
another soft, suckling vulva in the middle. I arranged it so she could use it to eat, whether
cum from a lover's cock, or soft foods delicately swallowed in, she would get no shortage of
pleasure from the addition.

I left the two of them with one last parting gift, shaking up Annelise's long straight, brown hair
as it gained a hint of red, shifting to a lovely mahogany color, and curling to her newly altered
hips to make her look complete. Cessa's despair was delicious, and bluntly I found my
sense of irony appeased by it.

Annelise's legs gave out as the experience finally faded, shakily falling to the floor in a heap,
gasping, feeling herself for the first time as she took stock.

"Come along love, shall we see the new you?"

She stood and walked, wondering. "Why am I not tripping over myself?"

"One of the great advantages of a merge. The mind trapped in your flesh can be set to take
over tasks you're not used to and help you move. You feel like you're walking upright with
additions, but to Cessa, she's walking on all fours to an unknown destination, at the drive of
something she cannot disobey no matter if she wishes to or not. In essence, because she
IS the new change, she will help you move as though your were born with it."
"This feels... amazing." her hands explored her new additions, and she proved to be her
mother's daughter as she seemed to be more excited by the changes than horrified. "Will
Chessa learn to like it?"

"Chessa doesn't have much choice, honestly. Right now all she can feel is her face and
mouth," I spoke as I slid my fingertips across the newly-minted taur's forepussy and clit,
tracing my fingers down her flank to her ass, "all the way back to here. But if it makes you
feel better, she's secretly enjoying this, almost quivering with anticipation. Maybe secretly
she wanted this, but didn't have the courage to ask."

I didn't even feel slightly guilty, lying through my teeth (well, I would if I still had teeth) as I felt
the hopeless, helpless emotions from the girl trapped within a girl.

Annelise's smile on her subtly changed face was radiant. "If she'd asked, I'd have said yes."

"There's only one thing left I need to do. Since she's been offered mercy, I do have to seal
her to your body. No matter how much you change in the future, she can never be anything
but a part of your body." I shook my own blood-red locks of hair out of my eyes as I smiled.

"Fortunately, I have a potion you can drink. The other option would require us to get to know
each other's bodies... intimately."

"I'm not sure that Chessa would appreciate..." She was still thinking of her former friend and
tormentor as a friend. I intended to change that as I put a finger to her lips, causing her to
fall silent.

"Since when does one ask a pussy permission to use it for the purpose the gods intended?"
I smirked.

Annelise turned beet red at the thought, but she did nod just a little, dreadfully curious what
other things I was hiding under the skin-tight leather.

I took her hands and gently took her middle finger on a hand into my mouth and suckled until
she gasped sharply, pulling away to see a single, slender cockhead gracing the fingertip. I
did the same to her other hand, and purred. "I told you, I enjoy signing my work..."

Little did I realize, Annelise leaving my shop with her former lover merged to her hind end
would attract attention I could scarcely afford, and that the people I liked and loved would
have to pay for.
Thread 2 - Help Wanted at Casual Wickedry

It's hardly a secret that I use employees to fuel transformations both on my customers, and
myself, or to make them into product demonstrations. I made enough money that my "use
clause" in employment contracts was a generous sum to the person of their designation in
exchange for using them in one of my works of art. It would be shocking, the number of
volunteers I had to work for me in varying capacities until one considers that in the poorest
echelons of life, sometimes the risk of living a life of pleasure as part of someone else, who
is probably wealthier and more hedonistic can be a much better option than scraping through
muck trying to scrounge and kill rats for bounty, or shoveling all manner of unmentionable,
horrid things for uncaring, temporary employers trying to eke out a living.

It was immoral, unethical, and often horrible, but for my purposes, the practice was perfectly
legal, so long as the contracts were signed, filed, and there was an escape clause in the
contract allowing the employee to resign at any time without rancor... Up until the moment I
informed them they had been chosen as a future pet, toy or even something more intimate. I
didn't use the clause nearly as often as people believed. What's more is the way I sealed
them prevents them from degenerating into mindless or mad things, always keeping their
minds and perceptions fresh, reset each day to the morning after I had trapped them in my
body as I woke up so while they remembered all their time as part of me, it was as though
they has woken up newly changed and desperate to stretch limbs they no longer have.

As a result, one of the benefits to me is it's nigh impossible for sex, or having them trapped
within me and feeling them squirm to ever become routine, or something accustomed to.

As a result, every touch, every penetration, kiss and syllable felt like a new experience to the
poor soul trapped within, and that newness and wonder/horror transferred to me as a fresh
sensation. This meant every time my current boyfriend, and smattering of lovers/toys I kept
in my shop went with me to my bed, I got to feel each sensation anew.

On myself alone I had absorbed quite a number, but honestly their number mostly included
unwitting volunteers who poorly thought out their requests or answers to MY requests, or a
smattering of lovers whom had the misfortune of being in physical contact with me when my
imagination and self-control slipped. But by far the most common type of person to wind up
as a piece of my body, or an addition to the living leather corset, gloves, boots and trousers
that hugged my form almost as tightly as my skin were thieves who had tried to steal from
my shop and get caught by some of the traps I had lying about to protect my work.

Sometimes, though, I would merge employees to assuage my conscience. It was somewhat

shaming to admit that a Half-Demon transformed by Mammon might have one, but I do. Not
for the people I transformed, of course, their squirming, ecstatic struggles were like a heady
drug to me, as was the shameful love for the pleasure their new, lessened forms brought
them. But every so often, I would feel the need to help someone who was hurting, even if I
didn't profit from it. Unfortunately my definition of "helping" is somewhat skewed.
Zack and Mikaela had been good friends, but only because of circumstance. They had both
applied to my shop as employees, as I allowed my live-in receptionists and assistants a
chance to become apprenticed to me in my Alchemical works.

The problem is I only had room for one. Both were quick, charismatic in that special way
only street-born scammers could be and they were both torturously emaciated, having been
starving on the streets in a very nasty part of town. After I fed them enough to fully wake the
pair, and get them talking, the two twenty-five year olds had no skills, could barely read and
had been making a living. When I spoke to them, there was a sharp intelligence behind the
ignorance brought on by their lack of education. Added to that, they had a stoic expectation
of being turned away again.

My conscience was twinging, especially since I couldn't perceive the usual edging and
leading that most of the thieves who now graced parts of my body, or penetrated/were
penetrated on my clothing had tried to figure out how to steal from me.

I decided to take a risk.

"Very well, boys, I'm willing to hire you, but here's the rub. I can only hire and house ONE of
you. I don't have room to create a boarding house." I considered as they looked crestfallen.
"Now, that being said, I will give you both a choice. You can decide between you which of
you will take the job, or you can both opt to be hired and accept my Use Clause that all of my
employees must accept. That being I can utilize you to create any exotic pet, or merge your
forms to anyone else as part of an alchemy contract. The caveat is that I will merge the two
of you into one creature. This is a competitive position, so each of you will, in turn, have
control of the shared body, trading places as you wake up. The one I deem best suited will
be the one I allow to attempt to become an apprentice, while the other will be sealed as part
of the victor."

Both boys eyes went wide as they considered. "So... We have to become one person, or
else one of us has to get dumped onto the street?" Mikaela, such an unfortunate name for a
young man, slowly worked out of his mouth as they considered their options.

I nodded. "That is correct. Further, I do reserve the right to alter you, test alchemical
concoctions that will alter your form, sometimes in very unpredictable ways, or use you to
demonstrate a product." It's pretty horrifying, I know, how I deliver a matter-of-fact recital of
likely fates to new employees but often it would scare away the ones not willing to risk things
that were inherent risks just by walking into an alchemy lab and because I actually respect
bravery in the face of unwanted, or certain bad fate.

I continued as I settled back in my most comfortable chair, watching the two young men
consider. "Another thing to consider is that one of your jobs will be to help sell my
transformatives, aphrodisiacs, ointments, oils and other products as well as select full-body
sculpting measures, and I have found that women, or hermaphrodites tend to be better for
sales, especially when embellished properly. I'm not going to force that on you, necessarily
unless your work performance is terrible, but if you volunteer, I will provide you a bonus to
your daily pay from day one, which will also have a side effect of helping your general health.
I don't want to be seen as the woman who starves her employees rather than paying them
well."

I have to give them credit, the two were as brutally mercenary as I am. The mere mention of
better health and more money had their undivided attention. It's not like their masculinity
had served them in good stead, I would imagine they had suffered a stint trying to sell
themselves to make ends meet. Being a female prostitute would have been bad enough
without being transformed to make the job less odious, but to be a young man, desperate for
money enough? I didn't ask, but they did have the look of people who had allowed
themselves to be subjected to rather severe abuses.

Zack was canny, "You're asking us to choose between abandoning each other and becoming
eventually nothing more than the other's body part, effectively, trapped in our own skin, and
on top of that, you're asking us to agree to be used at any time for any reason as a potential
addition to one of your transformations, become one of those living sex toys or sex pets
often sought by the hedonistic for a life of servitude to someone else."

"It would hardly be fair if I didn't inform you of the risks. I know you won't abandon each
other, that much is evident. But you boys can barely read, so the likelihood that something
in the contract would bite your unknowing asses is extremely high, and I'll make no secret
that I'm a mercurial witch who rewards loyalty and success lavishly, but has no moral qualms
about rewarding failure and disloyalty equally lavishly."

As I spoke my lower left arm, cupped my lower-right breast gently. They got the point
quickly. "You two seem intelligent, you're already proven to be loyal to each other, you have
no skills, and thus no bad habits I must break you of and you're both very good at talking.
Most people don't even hold my attention for very long, and I don't like wasting time on
people who cannot represent my shop well. The realistic truth is, if I am continuing to make
money, then your position is solid. I have only ever invoked use-clauses upon employees
who wound up costing me significant sums, whether that be fines with the city authorities,
arrests, or having my shop searched because they were indulging their indiscretions on the
side."

Both nodded.

"I want to hire both of you, honestly, but I have one small room with a bed upstairs with
enough room for a single person. I might take one of you home as a bed warmer but I seem
to have found a man who takes as much delight in my warped proclivities as I do, and I
haven't decided if I want to share that with more than one person."

Mikaela raised an eyebrow, "Bedwarmer?"

"I'm transformed enough that I gain nourishment from mana, not food, sweetling. Which
means I tend to need a lot of physical activity. Vigorous physical activity."
"That explains..." Zack shut up as he realized he was staring at the toothless labial lips,
tongue and slick passage behind my otherwise normal lips as I talked. I just smirked,
amused.

"It actually feels a lot better than you might think. Perhaps you'll try it someday."

"How much would we have to be transformed?"

"Have to be? Not much, honestly, while I like my embellishments, past a certain point, odds
are you'll be more likely to volunteer for a change than I am to enforce." I shrugged. "I
prefer to get the horrible parts out of the way before i move on to employee benefits. I
assume that because you two haven't been scared off, you are willing to hear more?"

"Can't be worse than where we are now." Mikaela said sourly.

"True. As this is, for lack of a better term, paid apprenticeship position, you would be fed
and housed here. You would be allowed to learn about alchemical processes and sales for
as long as you maintain your employment and choose not to resign or be removed from your
position. I don't feed gruel to people, but it's not going to be five-star restaurant fare either.
One of the benefits is access to the demonstration toys and pets I have within the shop, with
permission, you may occasionally bring Katja off her perch in the front window and play with
her so she doesn't feel too lonely. While it is optional I do often require sex to recharge and
refresh, and if you're willing, we'll probably get to know each other intimately." I don't think
they quite caught that I started referring to them as one person, rather than two individuals.
"Any Alchemical concoctions you successfully brew and test out within tolerances for
accidental and unintended side-effects once you are beginning to understand the processes
will pay half the value directly to you so long as you work here."

"How long can we think about how we want to do this?"

"I'll give you an hour. I need to go into the lab and prepare some things."

Zack looked up "Who's Katja?"

I smiled, and simply rose from my chair and walked to a draped alcove at the front of the
store and reached through and put my hand on the quivering form of my professional
mannequin. She instantly responded to my desires and smoothly stepped out into view,
walking into the room with the two young men biting her lip, quivering in anticipation as they
beheld the stunning, tanned woman with hip-length, white hair, bronzed skin, three vividly
blue eyes and six generous breasts in three rows of two descending down her chest, in her
naked glory.

"This is Katja, She can't talk, or even move on her own," I purred as I took my gloved hand
away from her skin. "She's my mannequin, and love doll. Perfectly flesh, but in order to
move, or do anything, one must touch her skin, and she will follow that person's desires.
Right now it's been about two days since anyone played with her and she's likely beginning
to feel a bit mad, her arousal simply builds and builds the longer she goes untouched. But
she can only move as you wish her to, and she has no voice. A perfect, animate love doll for
whomever takes hold of her." I punctuated this by slipping behind her and rubbing four of
her nipples as she shuddered and leaned back into me slightly, reaching back and then
freezing in place as though in mid-sensuous moan as I slipped away.

"I'll be back," I said as I headed to the beck rooms where I kept my lab gear. "Don't open the
cases, please, or you'll not like the results, and if you would, give Katja a bit of relief. She's
been a little deprived."

I walked out of the room, and simply turned and sat down, relaxing as I watched behind the
false mirror to see what was happening. I was comfortable leaving Katja alone with them,
she was incredibly resilient even if still flesh, and if they tried to hurt her they would wind up
being stuck as part of her for the rest of their very long existences.

To their credit, after I left, I watched them talk. They didn't go try to pry open the cases,
fiddle with the alchemical vials I felt were safe enough to display, or even move on Katja for
fifteen minutes while they came to an accord. It was very rare that I got a good feeling about
anyone, but I definitely got one from these two. Desperation was there, yes, but also
determination. Fear was something I imagined the boys had stripped from them long ago.
It took another fifteen minutes before Mikaela finally, curiously went over and touched Katja.
You can always tell when they don't have a clear purpose in mind when the little minx
immediately wraps herself around them and kisses them passionately, following their
subconscious hope that she was actually looking forward to their touch like a lifeline. Katja
was a rare one, a girl who is extremely submissive, to the point where she could barely have
an opinion without permission, always more comfortable being the follower, bluntly, she
loved it when people treated her like nothing more than a pleasure slave. I gave her that life,
not because I felt it was a good one, but bluntly, because I could use her like that. Even I
was surprised at the emotional rollercoaster of delight and happiness that persisted even to
this day at the reality of being nothing more than a flesh love doll.

Most people who suffered fates like hers were horrified and maddened within weeks. She
had, without assistance from me, remained sane and alive, alert and mentally healthy for
almost two years. As the two young men warmed up to her slowly, and began sharing her I
could feel her emotional thrill as she became a puppet to their subconscious fantasies. As
the emotions that Zack and Mikaela unclenched, and the iron-hard control they maintained
on themselves faded just a little I could feel a calm, and accepting feel.

After a few minutes of basking in the mana generated by their own lovemaking I began
stroking the living leather wrapped around my body, sparking subtle movements that were
invisible from the outside. Cocks pushed deeper into my myriad love canals, quivering
pussies hidden in glove fingers massaged said appendages, and a gentle, toothless mouth
began working harder on the cock nestled between my legs as I voyeuristically enjoyed
absorbing the passions in the front room as well as the passions of the people trapped as
part of me, or wrapped around said parts of me as they made love to each other anew.
I gave them an hour and a half to get their last romp in the sack with a willing woman as two
separate men out of the way. I was fairly certain what their decision would be.

"We'll do it." Zack uttered as I led a blissed and satisfied Katja back to her perch in the
window, settling her into a new pose, and turned to the pair.

"So you two intend to become one?" I asked thoughtfully, the wake of my own orgasms
wasn't as obvious to the three first-time lovers, but the aftermath of such was always fun.
one of my fingers was still pleasurably oozing cum, having been one of the late holdouts,
into the glove containing her to be absorbed by the living garment.

"You said we would be taking turns being the one in charge?"

"mmmhmmm" I smiled. "As each of you wakes up in the morning, you will have swapped
places. So one day you will be the actual person, walking, talking, and making decisions,
and you will be merely part of the body, at the mercy of the other. When you sleep, you will
swap places, and the person who was the mere part will be the one making decisions about
how you are treated. So I would propose that you have care and ensure that the other is
treated well, and pleasurably lest they get revenge."

"And you said volunteering to be female for making sales better comes with a bonus?"
Mikaela asked.

"You will each get an additional quarter of your income per day. Your monies are to be kept
in separate lockboxes in the chest upstairs, and you may of course write each other notes
and agree on how to share money if you wish, but that is between the two of you. When you
do this, I expect you to keep complaints about what the other does with you to yourself. I
don't want to hear it."

"Still a better deal than any we've had in the past six years." Zack muttered.

"It often is, when people come here for work." I looked at them. "The contracts are on the
desk, all you have to do is sign, and drink the vial next to it. Mikaela, yours is on the left,
Zack's is on the right. From now on you are to refer to me as Mistress Alisaundra in public or
with customers, but Miss Ali may be used in private, are we understood?"

I had, of course, prepared the vials specifically for them. As the pair silently walked up,
nodding their acquiescence and understanding, to their credit they tried to read the
contracts, tried to help each other puzzle out the arcane legalese. But finally, they just
signed, and each one drank his vial silently, a slight tremor and a thrill of worry and fear,
finally as each one wondered what was going to happen to them.

Mikaela sat down, being smarter, and waited for the change while Zack immediately started
shuddering and shaking. His skin darkened and his body began to be less emaciated as
parts of him began to fill out, stretching his clothing painfully, causing him to wiggle free. I
found it amusing that they'd gotten dressed after taking Katja for a ride, but modesty
sometimes rules. The low, guttural moan he uttered took on a feminine timbre as his voice
cracked and he found himself groaning with the pleasurable and painful changes in a
woman's voice.

The first thing to change drastically was his cock and balls which quivered and were
absorbed pleasurably into a soft, gentle cleft between his, now her, legs as her new hips
widened, legs reforming into shapely creations as her waist tightened, her torso, rather than
thinning for most men, actually filled out into a healthy womanly form. She gripped her chest
as a pair of generous breasts began to extend and form, filling out rapidly as the hands
gripping them softened and filled out femininely with long, delicate fingernails.

A second pair of soft breasts formed under the first pair as the newly-minted Zasha
screamed, orgasming as the juices ran down her legs, her face shifting to a perfect copy of
the last girl she had made love to, Katja's without the third eye, and as waves of ghost-white
hair cascaded down her back to caress the top of her hips.

She was gorgeous, a little too much like Katja with the extra pair of breasts, but Alchemy
was hardly perfect. Had I changed her myself directly I would have had a little more control
over the process.

Modesty forgotten, the newly minted woman was breathing heavily, moaning from an arousal
that would never end until Mikaela's transformation began. The maddening sexual panic
overriding her mind kept her from considering what was happening too much. I took her
hand and gently pulled her to her best friend as she frantically rubbed at her new pussy,
trying to find release.

"Mikaela, it's your turn. Only you can give her the release she craves now."

"But I..."

"If you don't she'll go rapidly insane. Help her, boy."

That got him moving as he stripped again and I gently turned the new girl, who could usefully
pass as my mannequin's twin sister, and gently guided her to sit down, facing away from him
like he was a chair under her, gripping a very surprised Mikaela's cock and aiming it right at
her soft pussy as she came down, impaling her on her best friend.

The look of surprised shock in the eyes of a former man, the moment he is first penetrated
as a woman is a priceless thing. I have a mental catalog of the expressions, and the flood of
emotion that invariably flavors the event in my head. Usually, I enjoy deflowering them
myself, but this was a special occasion, a moment shared by two friends. With an awkward,
halting and relieved moan that overtook her former masculinity, the woman began to raise
and lower herself, desperate to find the release she craved as her best friend tried
desperately to help.
It didn't last long as Mikaela came rapidly, the cum sealing his own metamorphosis, as they
both climaxed and orgasmed. I smirked as Zasha's legs and hips sank into her friend, his
legs merging, absorbing her lower body as I moved a tall mirror over so she and he could
witness their combined throes of passion. They were coming off the heady pulse of ecstasy
when another hit, and Zasha's legs fully merged with Mikaela's and they moaned in pleasure
even as their eyes went wide as dinner plates from the shock of seeing their flesh merge.
Another wave hit, and poor Zasha sank a little lower, her waist beginning to be absorbed. I
watched with a beatific smile on my face as I simply enjoyed the emotional whirlpool of
ecstasy, and morbid fascination as it became apparent over several minutes that with each
wave of orgasm, Zasha sank another inch into her lover and friend. As her waist
disappeared, Mikaela's waist tightened, his body filling out . Another wave passed and the
arms of the sinking woman fused with her sides, being absorbed as Mikaela's arms and
hands became perfect copies.

Just as they were recovering enough to protest the orgasmic waves would hit again, and
Zasha would sink a little lower into her friend, breasts consumed by the transformation, neck
absorbed as Mikaela's chest became a perfect, pale-skinned copy of his former friend.
When Zasha's head began fading in it tilted back, and began sinking into her friend's crotch,
face out as her mouth and nose were consumed by a soft slit, matching the one that had
been wrapped around Mikaela's dick moments before. As it happened, Mikaela became a
delightful photo negative of her new pussy's former appearance, with lusciously pale skin,
and jet black hair that cascaded to her hips with four generou tits that spilled out over her
chest.

While she was still a distinctive mound with eyes, and before Mikaela could protest I simply
removed a toy from a case, a former thief who had tried to fool me into hiring her so she
could rob me blind. She was tiny, her torso merely four inches long and lines with eight
gentle breasts. Her head was perfectly bald, mouth and nose merely a flat plate of skin,
sealed forever for silence. But it was her legs and ass, perfectly formed into a living,
full-sized penis and balls, that I would put to use as she squirmed in my hand, trapped in her
own ecstasy and horror.

I lined the cocktip that had once been her feet to the wide-eyed and disbelieving pussy
trapped in her friend's groin and gently slid the dildo girl into the new, soft, yielding and slick
mouth that was trapped between Mikaela's thighs as she let out a rapturous shriek at the
penetration. Zasha's eyes rolled back, despite her absolute disbelief and horror as ecstasy
overcame her. I spent several minutes gently stroking the living dildo in and out of the gentle
cleft between thighs getting my wish as the living dildo began squirming in my hand
frantically as the eyes on Mikaela's crotch sealed themselves, blinding Zasha to the world
except for the hard, thick, firm shaft slipping through her mouth into her very being.

She quivered, mouth contracting frantically around the poor toy's cock, smearing it with
pussy juice and white semen that had been injected into her as Mikaela let out a low, guttural
moan. I could feel Zasha, formerly Zack trying to make sense of the world as her awareness
connected with Mikaela's and she was allowed to be fully aware of everything around her
despite her blindness.
After all, it wouldn't do to have an apprentice who could neither see, nor hear the lessons as
the mana sight kicked in. Mikaela's eyes went wide. "Oh my God I can hear her!"

"That's right love, you didn't think I was going to make you two numb to each other did you?"
I smiled. "That's enough for the first night, how do you feel?"

"God that was amazing. I feel... Amazing." She gently traced delicate fingers across the
new soft lips on her crotch. "I don't think Zack's quite decided if he loves this or hates it."

"Well, sweetling, your room is upstairs. When I see you in the morning, you will be nothing
but a pussy between Zasha's, no point calling him Zack now, legs, waiting to be filled up, and
played with. And since Zasha feels everything you do to her identically to your own
sensations, I very strongly suggest that you take your new pussy, go to your room upstairs,
second on the left, and very gently explore the pleasures of your new body together. If you
treat her nicely, I'm relatively certain she will do you the same courtesy."

Mikaela blushed furiously as she realized what was in store for her come morning.

I handed her the poor, living dildo, gently pressing the creature into her hands. "You should
go and enjoy the rest of your night. I'll be expecting you both to be alert and ready to work in
the morning. Treat your pussy well."

Mikaela stared down at the living toy in her hands, over the four generous breasts on her
chest apprehensively, then came to a decision, heading up the starts, biting her lower lip in
anticipation as she went to find her room and some privacy.

As I began cleaning the clothes off the floor, I left the sex mess. I don't clean messes like
that up, that's why I hire employees.

I snapped back to full awareness as a long, slow, clap began in the vicinity of the door, and
another on the couch I had just vacated.

"Well well, you have done well for yourself, little brother..." The woman on the couch had
pale, pinkish skin, like that of a clitoris, hips merging into a sinuous serpentine tail made of
more of that pink skin, with a large cockhead on the tip. Her breasts were balls, contained in
a DD-cup scrotum sac, dangling surprisingly naturally on her chest almost like a pair od
large breasts inside a skin-tight shirt. her hands had delicate claws, and her mouth was
simply a vaginal passage with a tongue that could speak. Long, brown hair passed over the
three-foot tentacles tipped with a seemingly random array of cocks, pussies or mouths rising
in two rows along her back. The capper was the two fleshy, curved horns that travelled a
foot behind her head and ended in a pair of cocktips. "...An invigorating display if I ever saw
one."

"Or should we call you 'sister?" the male voice was like steel on concrete to the ears. Not
unpleasant except it was creeping through your mind like it would cause you to blurt out your
most demented fantasies. He was classically demon, red skin, massive pair of cocks
hanging over digitigrade legs and cloven feet. Wings came from his back, and a crown of
horns decorated his brow. "I must say I'm disappointed, that show was missing something,
besides the confusion of the new pussy. We should call her down and REALLY get going."
Malinda and Dathien, Avatars of Freya and Karma, respectively, both more potent than I
would likely ever be, and my brother and sister reborn of an argument between two Great
Demons that they carried on in their respective masters' stead with each other as they
caused all manner of madness in their wake.

"How the hell did you two find me? And how the hell did you get in here?"

Thread 3 - Family Reunions

I don't spook easily, and I'm hardly a coward. I've had to face my share of too-interested
would-be and able sorcerers, demon-hunters and miscellaneous problems over the last few
years. But having my brother and my sister, both of whom I had taken great pains to get
away from when I was very young, spooked me. As full avatars, they were both quite a lot
more dangerous than I was individually, much less as an interested pair. We won't go into
the fact that most fanatics devoted to either of the two more "human" Great Demons loved to
frequently remind me that Half-demons created by Mammon were notoriously lesser in
power than our more "legitimately chosen" half-demon counterparts amongst Freya, Horus
and Karma's merry band of maniacs.

Lucky me, I have family among two of three.

"We weren't actually expecting to find you, but we spotted the most delightful girl trotting
back to the hightown district, newly transformed and absolutely delighted with her new look a
couple hours ago, and we tracked her scent back here." Malinda never quite understood
that while having a vagina for a mouth could look absolutely tantalizing on the right face, and
hers was the right face no doubt, watching one contort in the motions of human speech was
unsexy enough to make one's skin crawl.

Yes, I'm a purist, and an artist, even if others don't share my aesthetic.

Dathien, of course picked right up after, and I knew, just knew what had drawn the pair of
them my way. "This sweet slip of a girl with another person merged into her lower body,
making a humantaur with one absolutely dispairing and queasy woman trapped as nothing
more than an extension of her new mistress' form." He looked at me moderately
disapprovingly. "You could have gotten a better reaction with a more vicious transformation."

"I think the girl's giddy happiness was more than satisfactory." Malinda coiled the giant
torso-width dick that was her lower body beneath her, the tip slowly oozing globs of oozing,
glowing precum, heedless of the effect it could have on anyone it came into contact with.
Must be nice to not have to consider the consequences of one's actions.
"Don't tell me that after twenty fucking years, you two are still having this argument?" I was
hoping the two had grown up a bit, given up the purpose they had been given and reconciled
the fact that the nature of Freya and Karma were so totally at odds that reconciliation of the
two viewpoints was literally impossible.

"Language, sister, I'd hate to have to teach you a lesson." Dathien's grin was ear-wide.
Literally. he was overplaying the fact that he could do the whole face-full-of-fangs act.

"Little brother you may be an avatar, but you're in my home." My speech was slow,
deliberate and careful. If you're going to bluff, don't twitch. People talk a good game about
defeating demons in combat. Most who succeed never accomplish the feat twice. Me, I
prefer talking, because stabbing people and going hogwild with my limited magics was,
bluntly, a lot of effort.

"If you try to zap me, or anyone under my protection in my home, I'll take it personally." I
finished my statement vaguely. Threaten a Demon with one of the weapons that can hurt
them, and they'll start looking to spot it. threaten wards and binding and they'll look for the
accoutrements. Threaten them with anything, and you'd best be threatening them with
something so far outside what you actually can do, or they'll have a counter ready in
seconds.

But if you don't bluster, you make them wary.

Malinda, of course, was being inscrutable. She wasn't the type to make threats, she was the
type to try and have fun, and she liked playmates. Avatars of Freya are notorious for being
good-two-shoes, but rather like my perception of good, wholesome fun is self-admittedly
deranged enough that I find fusing people with sex organs entertaining in the extreme,
Avatars of Freya tend to view their innocuous or gross transmutations of human flesh to be
"gifts."

"Twenty years and it seems the only thing that's changed is you can't just beat Dathien up
when he causes you trouble." Malinda spoke smugly. "How does it feel to have the shoe on
the other foot?"

"Is it?" I asked archly. "You came looking here for something, and you recognized me even
though I bear no resemblance to the rest of the family anymore, Gods only know how. What,
in particular, do you want?"

My sister nodded slightly. "It goes back to the old argument. I, of course, feel that the most
satisfying transformations that flavor the mana are the ones where the recipient feels joy and
ecstasy in their changes. Dathien of course, thinks shame, terror, hopelessness and all of
those base emotions flavor it better."

"And we can actually have an enlightened discourse with you broth... Sister." Dathien did not
even slip, he was trying to antagonize me, and bluntly he was doing a good job. "Since it
appears you've been gifted with at least half..." he considered, studying me, "...well,
quasi-demon status at least and you feed on mana you might actually comprehend the bare
basics of what we speak of."

It took years, and years of practice to perfect my air of dignified disinterest when someone
was genuinely pissing me off. Even as a child, Dathien had a knack for saying things I'd
have blown off had anyone else in creation said to me, and making me want to strangle him
for it. I couldn't tell if it was just his attitude, delivery, tone, perhaps.

I wanted to leap across the room and start tearing into him with the four razored short
swords I had spend the better part of a bored month infusing with the raw essence of
demon-cum. Blades don't actually do permanent physical damage, but the theory goes: the
more grievous the wound you would have caused with a strike the more violently severe the
ensuing transformations would be as though the victim had been directly exposed to raw
Demon Cum. They were fun, illegal in a way that was truly special to contemplate, and as I
knew from experience? The more your existence is dependent upon mana, the worse it
hurts to get hit with them.

Of course, while trying to mutilate my brother would provide some level of visceral
satisfaction, it was unlikely to be something that I could do. Demons can transform you
faster than even a half-demon can move to attack, and as a creature constructed of solidified
mana, I could turn him into a buttflower, and the transformation would simply slide off of him
like water from a duck's ass. I was not so lucky, being comprised of mana-infused human
meat. I had a few advantages, and it was much harder to permanently warp my form
unwillingly.

It wasn't worth provoking. The last time I had pissed off a demon I would up looking
something like a cross between a human and an octopus with dozens of cock-tipped
tentacles I could only nominally control, spending the next month violating myself while
reverting back to something less squicky piecemeal.

Fortunately I did remain calm. "Dathien, if you two aren't going to be at least civil, I'm going
to ask you both to leave, please."

"Make me."

The urge to scream was just this side of uncontrollable, and he was getting off on provoking
me.

"So tell me, Malinda, why exactly are you two still having this argument?" I turned and sat
down near the other demon, doing that thing that all little brothers loathed, and ignored
Dathien.

"It provides a fun diversion, and offers me a lot of opportunities to grant the gifts of Freya as
we travel. Dathien almost never touches anyone once I transform them, and he complains.
For my part, I want little to do with his horrid creations. He loves it when they lose their
fragile minds."
"So... you let him tag along because if you pre-emptively transform people against their will,
you're saving them from him, and sharing your gifts all at once?"

"In essence, yes."

This is my family. Short-sighted, mono-focused, loyal to each other even when they should
by all rights be throwing grenades at each other... And singularly possessed of a simple
logic that made me want to pull my hair out.

Dathien was a bloody sadist. Malinda wouldn't take responsibility for her own bullshit. Don't
give me that look, I'll at least admit that I turn men into pussies, women into cocks, shift
peoples' genders around like people change underwear and make sexual beasts of men and
women because I damn well enjoy the sensations and acts of doing so. Doing these things
is like an aphrodisiac and a drug all at once. And because people pay me lots of coin to
make their deranged fantasies a reality.

Am I better? Nope, just more honest.

"Planning on staying in town long?" I was basically chanting "pleasesayno pleasesayno

pleasesayno pleasesayno pleasesayno pleasesayno pleasesayno pleasesayno" in my head
like a mantra. This was one family reunion I could have happily gone forever without ever
having happen.

"We were planning on putting the alchemist responsible under observation for a good long
time. It's rare that a transformee catches both of our attention at once, and we arrived to
witness you doing it to an apprentice as well."

"Never mind the sensations coming from your own body," Dathien put in. How many
mewling flesh sacks do you have merged to you or that leather outfit you're wearing? Has to
be a world record if you weren't a quasi-demon."

"Thirty-Six, and thirty-three in the clothing." I said without missing a beat. "Why, would you
like to join them? I have a perfect spot for you." I smiled sweetly.

"Sixty-Nine? Appropriate." Malinda chuckled. "Tell you what, Sister, we'll be sticking
around, because it's very hard to ignore that your creations are so very... conflicted. I feel
them and it's heady, and of course Sadist-boy over there finds them the same. We're
curious as to why. Have you found the answer to the questions?"

Even if I had, I sure as shit wasn't going to share it with them. Never mind I could feel my
profit margin taking a sharp nosedive. Having a demon get involved with my business that
was my livelihood, which I had built up carefully after making myself a pauper to Mammon to
become a half-demon was the opposite of what I thought was good.
"I doubt it. In any case, I have a business to run, and you two are going to scare off my
clientele."

Malinda rose. "I'll be around, sister, watching you share your gifts."

"I'll catch up. I want to introduce myself to the brunette upstai..." The Mana-blade that rather
abruptly embedded itself in the wall scant centimeters from his face actually stopped him.
When I say Half-Demons are fast, I meant it. I cleared the room and got into my cache
before most hunters could have reacted. As Dathien turned I was gripping the other three
tightly.

"Dathien, I don't care if you merge half of city hall into a sex-colossus of dicks and asses. If
you touch anyone with whom I have a contract signed vouching for their safety, I will find a
way to end you."

He was going to do something. I don't even know why the hell I reacted, it was like an
instinct. It was probably the most stupid thing I had ever done, and I had done it by reflex.
Malinda interrupted him. "Dathien, remember how Mammon Half-Demons are about their
contracts. leave the girl be."

The twisted, naked fury of my brother's face melted away, replaced by thoughtful
consideration. That, more than anything else, terrified me. "Hmmm, I see what you mean.
I'll be about."

Dathien simply walked out the door. Malinda, in a show of familial affection, slithered over to
me on her cock-tail, trailing globs of precum, and the occasional pleasurable fist sized burst
of the goop on the floor and hugged me. The two balls in the tight sac on her chest could
have been mistaken for two large breasts trapped in a skin-tight T-shirt easily, hanging like
the orbs she formerly had. She gave me a wet kiss on the cheek and slithered out, trailing
her gooey mess.

I should have been a ballsack hanging from the ceiling after threatening Dathien. I had
never heard of a demon backing off of a half-demon, ever. But apparently the two of them
knew something about me that I didn't know about me. They said something about
Mammon's half-demons and contracts, and when I had snarled it was about people
contracted and under my protection. I thought I'd have cheerfully abandoned anyone to a
demon's mercy to make sure of my safety.

Now I found myself wishing for an operator's manual for this half-state I had existed in for
over half a decade.

As she left, I got down and very carefully began the process of collecting the D-cum safely,
and scouring my shop for the stuff. Even a tiny bit of it could change someone's life, and I
had a very good reputation for reliably safe alchemical goods and a clean house. I told
myself I was cleaning because I was the best proprietor in the city.
I was actually trying not to think about how deeply screwed I was.

Thread 4 - Sensual Wickedry

It took the better part of four hours after Malinda and Dathien left for the shaking to stop, and
for me to be able to peel my eyes away from the entrance, honestly afraid my "beloved"
siblings might decide to come back and share more familial joy. I don't like feeling like I'm
not in control. I had paid to have my humanity stripped to become a half-demon so I
wouldn't have to feel like I wasn't in control of my fate. Unfortunately Karma (pun intended)
didn't always recognize virtue, intent or simple desire to be left alone, happy.

Unfortunately it would do me no good to dwell, so I got the shop cleaned and went to check
on my erstwhile apprentice. The small room she was in was barely more than a closet with
a bed, some shelves and just enough room to sleep, although I, and a few other would-be
live-in apprentices had discovered that it was easy enough for two people to have some
interesting and creative sex in that small space, just enough room to sleep pressed to each
other. It was one of the few places I knew of where it was tight enough that I could fall
asleep with the cock between my legs pressed into a lover and wake up still deep inside
them, or them inside me. Fun, if you didn't mind the aches the next day.

I found my limp little toy, hard-used and limp on a shelf above the girl sleeping below. Pale
skin rapidly darkening, hair going from black to bleached white as she stirred told me that my
adorable little four-breasted vixen there was almost ready to wake up as her consciousness
swapped places with the girl who had spent the previous evening enjoying the sensations of
being nothing more than a soft vulva and vaginal passage quivering between her best
friend's thighs, and from the looks of things, repeatedly penetrated with the tiny creature that
I picked up delicately and carried downstairs.

Once downstairs, I finally relaxed enough to trace a pattern along the soft leather of the
clothing I'd been wearing, and felt the garments relax, finally loosening so I could remove
them, dropping them in a pile at the foot of the couch as the in-built cocks and pussies slid
free of the myriad sexual orifices and penises I'd carefully sculpted into my form as I
stretched and relaxed. After a few minutes, i decided to indulge my favorite leisure activity,
and fetched a few items from the kitchen behind the shop, collecting up a cup of cooling
coffee, a popsicle, a soda and a lollipop, all with straws where needed, of course and leaned
back, relaxing with the little toy I'd retrieved resting limply in my hand.

My little living dildo was shaped like an armless woman's torso with eight breasts, four
inches long with a head bearing no features, no eyes, nose, ears or mouth to speak of.
Instead there were indents that gave the impression where a face should be, as the
creature, now kept fed by mana as well, could only experience the world by feel. She also
had no memory of any event more than twelve hours at a time, with the exception of her life
prior to being transformed. Her memories would forever end at the moment she triggered
the trap on my alchemy lab when she fell unconscious, to be renewed whenever she was
awake, all past use forgotten in that first moment of realization what was happening, relived
over and over again for as long as she existed. Every time she was used was her first time
all over again.

As I rubbed the breasts to awaken her to another new exquisite session of confusion and
ecstasy, the normal-sized cock that comprised her body from the hips down sprung to life,
erect and ready with the testicles replacing her ass churning with a need to cum. My other
hands caressed the soft teardrop breasts, tracing lines across the exhausted, feminine lips
capping each one. While it wasn't horribly unusual for me to keep my breasts stuffed with
the cocks hidden in the corset's cups for days at a time, the effort of continually trying to
alternately suck on and expel the intruders was exhausting for the poor boys trapped within
the soft globes, not to mention more than a little humiliating to each of them. The relief as
the corset slipped away was heady, almost palpable.

Zasha came down the stairs, awkwardly trying to balance and not focus on the incredible
newness of having four generous tits as I put the tip of the squirming, living dildo to my
lower-left breast's lips gently. Obediently, sheepishly the delectable lips parted and I slipped
the tip into the vulva-lined vaginal passage that was his mouth and let him shamefacedly
suckle on the squirming glans. I always found the flood of humiliated and pleasured
emotional clashing invigorating, as I let myself relax into the pleasure as my apprentice
walked over and did a double-take as she saw me unclothed for the first time.

"Oh wow." Zasha's pretty blue eyes went wide as she took in my lounging form. When I
was clothed, only my four breasts and four arms were terribly obvious, and my mouth's labia
and vagina hidden behind a woman's normal facial lips was really only noticeable when you
pay attention. But without the clothes, the soft, vaginal "lipples," hermaphroditic sex, pussied
in palms and heels as well as delicately cockhead-tipped fingers were showcased for the
world to see.

I didn't care, bluntly, as I've performed naked in a transformee beauty contest several times,
even won once or twice. Zasha, however, turned beet red, and adorable shade framed by
smooth, tanned skin and white hair.

"Morning Zasha. Enjoy your evening?" I smirked as she turned an even brighter shade of
crimson, even though every part of her body was utterly relaxed, like she just got out of a
full-body massage.

"I'm trying to process everything, still. And how the hell do women walk with all of this
wobbling and jiggling?"

"Gracefully." I purred as my suckling breast pressed the glans of the living dildo to the clit
hidden by his upper lip while suckling on the tip, giving me a shudder of light pleasure. "You
get used to it after a while, dear. It took me about what, eight months?"

"So you're..."
"Formerly male?" I nodded and sighed as the suckling breast spasmed, and quivered,
pleasure lurching through my body as the soft mouth within orgasmed in tandem with the
living dildo's panicked, ecstatic squirming as she shot warm jizz all over his tongue in his
mouth. I felt the conflict as he held the gooey, salty treat in his mouth for a moment then
dutifully rolled the spunk around his mouth with his tongue and swallowed in the hope that
his efforts would be rewarded.

"Good boy," I purred, caressing the breast softly and tracing a finger across the sensitive
lips, then took the thin popsicle off the table and rubbed it across the lips, pressing the
chilled treat into the vaginal mouth so my breast could enjoy a oft-near-forgotten treat that
wasn't someone's spunk ejaculated into his helpless mouth. The pleasure at the treat was
palpable.

"Good boy... that's another person?" My dear apprentice was finally putting together the
ramifications of who I am and what I do.

"Was another person, actually." I smiled. "There is a distinct difference. This poor boy, and
his three companions, are breasts with an interesting mouth that is extremely good at
enjoying cocks." I always did like the strawberry flavored treats, as the chill and taste of the
popsicle filtered through my consciousness. "I've been training them to react properly when
stimulated. Simon here is the most well-behaved and almost always does what's expected.
It's why he gets an extra few minutes to enjoy his reward." I withdrew the popsicle and let
the happy breast smack his lips and swallow up as much as the flavor as he could while he
warmed back up from the cold.

"I can't decide if that's very kind, or amazingly cruel." Zasha said with rather wide eyes.

"That's rather the point, love. They aren't people, not anymore. Simon here is just a breast,
whether he likes it or not, to be fondled, penetrated and caressed as I wish. Fortunately he's
a sweet one, and enjoys making other people happy even if he's ashamed that he's basically
an immobile little cockholster." I smiled as I slipped the popsicle into his mouth one more
time and let it sit.

The young woman shuddered. "I don't even know what to think, last night was a blur, sex as
a woman, then that... feeling, being slippery, open, needing something, being afraid while I'm
changing, and then you stuck a dick in me." She shuddered lightly, whether in revulsion or a
memory of pleasure she didn't say, but the conflicting emotions told me a lot.

"You don't look too distraught." I smiled, after a few moments setting the popsicle aside and
letting my cooperative breast revel in the taste before moving on and letting him rest.

"I want to feel violated, but fuck me, that felt good. Really, really good. I wasn't ready for it
but gods, I can't say I wouldn't want to do it again in a heartbeat." She seemed to come
back to reality. "Mikaela's not answering me when I try to talk to her. I was able to
communicate with her last night, but she's silent."
"Probably still asleep. Just because you're awake doesn't mean she will immediately.
Usually takes about an hour for everyone in my body to fully wake up. Quicker if they're
actively being used. My fingers are usually the first to full awareness. My lazy ass is usually
last." I punctuated the statement by reaching back with a lower arm and swatting the cheek
of my ass, something that invariably caused the poor boy stuck there to quiver
uncontrollably.

"So how do we wake her up?"

"Well, you said 'fuck me.' Very little brings 'em to full awareness quite like having something
warm, thick and firm filling them up. And admit it, you want to show her what it was like to
have my little dildo toy here stuffed deep in your mouth, filling you up."

And there went the red blush again.

"Gods you're evil."

I held up the living dildo. "Want to help me be evil and break the wills of my remaining
breasts for the day?"

She only hesitated before her previously unseen aroused, sadistic streak reared it's head
and she nodded and stepped forward.

I languidly slipped off the couch, and handed her the quivering, living cock toy and motioned
to a high stool. "I'll let you play with mine, if you let me play with yours."

Zasha bit her lower lip and looked down, as though worried that her pussy would say "no."
But when no such prohibition came she awkwardly pulled herself up on the chair, legs wide
in a very unladylike position. "Why does it feel so damned good?"

"Partly because of the newness, partly because I cheat." I slid up to her and pressed my
breasts to hers, and teased her with four mouths gently trying to find and suckle her nipples
without the danger of wicked bites. "I usually gift anyone with a gender change a higher
libido, and better sensitivity. Having a living pussy or cock, helpless, and quivering only
enhances that as well, greatly."

Zasha shuddered a bit, leaning back and sighing, wondering if she should take the plunge. I
helped her, positioning my cockhead between my legs at the soft, slick, aroused cleft
between her thighs. But I didn't push in, instead, pressing a cock-tipped thumb to her clit
and rubbing gently. It would hardly be as entertaining if Mikaela weren't awake to enjoy her
first fucking properly.

"Oh I can feel her waking up. Oh that feels good."

I could feel Mikaela waking up too, and the lust-hazed emotions of the woman hosting her.
The fusion had made Zasha into a rather easily and intensely aroused young woman.
Mikaela wasn't much better, pussymouth twitching like she was trying to suck my penis into
her in a morning haze of empty hunger.

When I felt the first emotion of contented, sleepy bliss change to a moment of confusion, I
gripped Zasha's hips with my lower hands, cupped her face with the upper, and kissed her
all at the same time I pushed, just enough to force my glans gently into her pussy, Mikaela's
mouth. The flood of sudden, wakeful confusion turned to two minds short-circuiting from
pleasure as I gently and slowly pushed my cock deeper and deeper into the new woman,
burying it so deep inside her that our hips kissed.

Zasha squealed and bucked as I began thrusting, completely unprepared for the sensation.
I focused very much on her body, letting my breasts suckle and lick hers, my four hands
sliding around her body as I embraced her. Far from the frantic rutting of an animal, I
wanted the first true lovemaking session my conjoined apprentices enjoyed to be
pleasurable enough that the memories of ecstasy might drown out their old male need to not
be feminine.

The slow rhythm of sex was very much measured, and the young woman who's form now
comprised my cock found herself in a very odd kiss, buried to the hilt inside a pussy that
used to be a man. I could feel her, and Mikaela's silent cries of pleasure and disbelief
intoxicating. I could feel the rapid loss of anything resembling thought or control as Mikaela's
petite, toothless form gripped my penis in a fluttering, quivering orgasm that has her
erstwhile owner, and future pussy come the next morning, screaming in pleasure as I
allowed my cock to twitch, and spasm herself, gushing thick, salty cum deep into her new
mouth. The session lasted mere minutes, far less than I prefer, but I planted a kiss on her
lips and slid away, not bothering to clean the mix of our juices off of me while my cock,
exhausted from her own ordeal trapped in the orifice inside my clothing for her, twitched
lightly.

When I languidly sat back on the couch, Zasha's breathing slowly came under control, and
she stared at me with disbelief. She still held the once-again-erect cock toy in her hand, it's
silent squirming unnoticed by her as she shook her head in disbelief as she bemusedly
cupped and rubbed her pussy, the flesh prison her best friend had become for the day,
whispering something.

I watched the four-breasted woman sit silently, seemingly whispering babbling conversation
with herself for a good long while. At least a half hour went by before they came to a
consensus together after the shock wore off. It boded well for their chances for continued
sanity.

"Are you ok, dear?" I asked finally.

The frantic nod came from her as she looked at the transformed thief in her hand. "We... I'll
be fine. Just talking to Mikaela, making sure she's ok."
I smirked. I wouldn't (and didn't) care what a piece of flesh that was a mere attachment to
my own form felt, and I thought it amusing that she did, but she seemed to take my warning
about treating her pussy well the night before seriously. "Well, love, I'm not going to force
you to have sex with me. If you wish to continue having me tutor you in the pleasures your
body can bring, to both of you, the decision is yours. But I do need my toy back, please. I
have three more breasts to put through their training regimen."

Zasha shuddered again and seemed to come to a decision, as she communed with the sexy,
dripping slit between her sexy legs she got a wicked smile. She was unique, I'll grant,
standing, and sauntering over to me, reaching down and gripping the penis I had just
occupied her pussy with, rubbing the base of it, accidentally brushing the clit embedded at
the base that opened to my pussy as my exhausted shaft rose to the occasion again at the
foreign touch.

"I need to have a proper seat for this." She smiled as she quite deliberately straddled my
hips, gripped my cock, then slid herself, and Mikaela's lips down on my hard shaft, smiling
whimsically as she settled onto my lap. I could feel Mikaela's much more prepared psyche
exult as once again her entire being was filled with the former woman snuggled up inside her
as Zasha gently slid up and down lightly, teasing the lips of my three remaining breasts with
the living cock toy.

She settled on my lower-left breast, a boy who had once been called Alric, pressing the
glans with a wicked anticipation past his soft lips into his soft canal, stopping an inch inside
him, eager to watch him start suckling. As she tended to each of my most mobile additions,
we enjoyed quite the feast of mana, orgasms and sadistic fun as she would coax each of my
breasts into suckling my thief-toy. Often by simply popping her in, or kissing them as a lover
would and popping the living dildo between their lips before they could ineffectually attempt
to clamp up.

"I could get used to this casual wickedry thing," Zasha grinned at me and planted a kiss on
my cheek as she picked up the coffee from the little table, putting the straw to Alric's mouth,
and let him enjoy the familiar flavor of merely warm coffee.

She had an interesting knack for Casual Wickedry, and we hadn't even gotten to the formal
training part.

Thread 5 - Planning Wickedry

The shower did hit the spot once I'd managed to beat down the urge to just keep the shop
closed and indulge myself with the white-haired minx of an apprentice about two hours
before we were supposed to open up. I came out of the back, pristine as a rose, and still
gloriously naked as I tossed a towel at Zasha.
"Go get cleaned up. Shower's upstairs, get completely dry and brush out your hair. When
we open I expect you to look absolutely pristine." I managed to thwap the towel dead center
of her four breasts, lodging it perfectly in the crosshairs of her cleavage.

"Hey!" she looked confused for a second, then sheepishly extracted the towel from between
her lovely twin breast pairs and shook her head, chuckling. "So ah, what do I do for
clothing? My old ones don't exactly fit anymore."

"We'll get you fitted for a proper uniform outfit later, but for the next couple days, we shall be
doing business 'au naturale," I smirked and spread my hands beside my head while my
lower pair grandly swept downward, indicating my gloriously unclothed, hermaphroditic form.

Her eyes went wide. "Naked, at work, for several days... with customers?" Her voice had a
rather panicked edge.

"Of course, haven't you ever been into a proper Alchemy Artistic establishments?" My poor
girl had not one clue just what she'd signed up for. Properly breaking her in was going to be
fun.

"Well, yeah. I've been in a few of them when associates and friends went in to buy things."
She gave me an odd look. "Everyone had clothing, and looked fairly normal."

I actually laughed. "Dear I said Proper Alchemy Artistic, it's a designation recognized by the
movers and shakers, the wealthy, high class and business oriented. This isn't a standard
operation. I cater to the elite of the city, as well as a few others in direct competition with
Nuveri Kas, Alora Mekina and Tash Vaklan to name a very specific few."

"I have no idea who those people are." My apprentice, everyone. She was completely
bereft of culture and awareness.

"Well then, what to your understanding comprise a true master of alchemy?" This was a
question I rarely asked. Most of the people who'd tried and failed to keep my attention long
enough to become actual alchemically trained apprentices never asked questions, or
admitted ignorance for fear of disappointing me. Zasha, however, while sharp and
delightfully borderline nymphomaniacal when she got going, was about as subtle as a
marching army.

"So far as I have ever been able to tell, the best alchemists with the most reliable results are
the ones who don't wind up transforming themselves and are able to stay relatively normal."

She looked very curious.

"Good answer, and more honest than any of your predecessors ever came up with." I
beckoned her closer, took her hands and traced my body with her fingers, not in a sexual
way, but in an exploratory way. This was a lesson, not seduction. "What do you feel, any
imperfections, poorly joined alterations, things that don't seem to fit the image I choose to
offer to anyone?"

"No," she looked thoughtful. "That was one of the things I actually noticed while we were...
yeah." She got a little sheepish as her mind drifted back to the three hours of bodily
explorations we had shared that mostly involved me hip-deep in the succulent pussy
Mikaela, her best friend, existed as until the next time they slept. "Mikaela says she thinks
you mean true masters sculpt themselves, to show off their skill by making themselves living
art via transformation."

"Oh my." I slipped to a knee, looking at the soft folds of labia between Zasha's thighs. I
knew she could see and hear me, despite her lack of eyes and ears. I leaned in and gently
slid my tongue across her labial "mouth" as a gentle reward and I was rewarded with a
pleasured quiver and warm happiness from the helpless little pussy. "First time anyone has
gotten it right."

I stood up, and smirked. "Exactly as Mikaela surmised. If you can change yourself in a
controlled fashion it's a sign that you absolutely know what you're doing. All of my
transformed employees, from my own body and the people comprising it's myriad parts
whom you introduced yourself to rather intimately, to Katja in the window and yourself are, at
some point, expected to become living works of art. It's a show of skill, your particular
appearance, and the seamless, alternating transition of yourself and Mikaela between
master of your own body and helpless prisoner in your own pleasurable skin are an
advertisement of sorts on top of being an absolute delight to reshape."

"So if I ask, you'd turn me into a work of art, to showcase your skill?"

"I would, but I'd much rather you do so yourself after a period learning how to do the work. I
admit, I cheated, and I know you are well aware that I'm a Half-Demon." She nodded at my
words. "But still, that's a plus if I'm to be for hire for transformations for people who will pay
to have their fantasies fulfilled."

"What should I do to myself, to prove skill?"

I shrugged. "That, my dear, is really up to you. Nuveri Kas is a Naga after her
transformation, a perfectly scaled representation of a classic gorgon, albeit with a serpentine
tail instead of legs, and her snake-hair and tail are comprised of several volunteers when
she and I were competing in Freya's Realm many years ago. Both of us developed an early
love for fusion in the home town of Sadar. Allanda's influence, I'm afraid."

"Who is Allanda?" Zasha looked genuinely curious.

"I'll tell you when you're clean. Go. Wash. Off with you."

You can tell when someone is motivated to get a job done by how they move to deal with a
task. Zasha veritably scampered off like she intended to get clean as fast as she could. She
had to slow down because her tits were bouncing frantically off of each other, and she had to
slow to a fast, graceful walk to keep the four globes from doing more than wobbling
sensually. She'd learn.

Since she was new to feminine hygeine (and I had left a list of instructions upstairs, both to
see if she could follow instructions, and to determine just how terrible her reading skills
actually were) I figured I had right up until I opened the shop doors to get some
administrative work done, and get some letters responded to.

I actually hate the deep push to more modern implements of messaging, or sterile,
impersonal offices and transformation areas. I prefer the personal touches, from a shop that
seems half-store, half exotic massage parlor intended to make people feel welcome. My
living quarters were, of course, upstairs so I liked people to feel like welcome guests in both
a home or business. I prefer hand-written letters delivered by courier as well, and I had
taken great pains to learn proper penmanship and calligraphy, a practice that served me
very well when I had first started my business closer to home.

Among other things, I had to pay the bills for the business, and keep the books in order.
That I was less artistic about but the letter from Aveline Wylder, one of the city's more
prominent philanthropists, did warrant that very personal touch. She was also one of the
women who graced my shop shortly after saying yes to her husband's proposal of marriage,
hardly an imaginative alteration, though certainly lucrative. She had wanted to look
supermodel perfect, with the caveat of wanting actual curves rather than boyish frailty for her
wedding day.

Aveline was an enthusiast for the various organizations that helped the needy and the more
handicapped transformees. The allowance given by her husband for her charitable
contributions included Regina, the Black Company Search and Rescue teams who would
enter demon-infested regions like Karma's realm to attempt rescues, or at least provide
closure to families who needed to know what happened as well as the oddity called the
Sisterhood of the Vulva.

The letter was an invitation to the fundraiser gala, an event she hosted once a year to assist
the sisterhood's relief operations and fund the alchemical mixes. I had received an invitation
last year, and had auctioned off some of my lesser, safer mixtures for the cause and donated
the proceeds to the sisterhood while enjoying a rather nice tax break on the side. It seemed
this time was different, and she had received her husband's blessing to fully join her most
favored charity organization's ranks while remaining married to him.

She was asking that I conduct the very public initiation and transformation at the gala. Far
from the typical spoiled and vapid "philanthropist" trophy wife who did the work solely for the
prestige and social status, I had found Aveline to be sharp-witted, engaging and genuinely
involved with her varying charities. She was also an unabashedly sexual woman whom after
meeting her, I had no trouble imagining her wearing out her husband in grand fashion. But
she was joining an organization of men and women whom were dedicated to transforming
themselves into perfect receptacles to provide relief to people and creatures who lived with
the sexual frustration of being unable to engage in relations with more normally-proportioned
men and women.

I decided that, for a friend, I could afford a bit of extravagance to make her wishes come
true, and more. The letter I wrote was florid, elaborate, and promised that if she set aside
the role of host for me for the latter half of the party, I would make the gala's fundraiser
memorable and an event talked about for years to come.

When I was done, I actually did a thing I despised, and picked up the phone. I wanted to talk
to the man behind the funding, and arrange this event and the climax which I wanted to be
Aveline's transformation so that she wouldn't have to worry about her husband's approval in
the nights to come after the game was played out.

The sisterhood of the vulva was, by and large, not one of my primary customers as charity
organizations could almost never pay the extravagant fees charged by any of the best body
sculptors, and even if they could, they could do ten with the funds required to purchase a
single stable elixir of stabilized Dcum from myself by going through more economical routes.
Despite this, I did favors for Aveline for them in the form of transformative elixirs and
aphrodisiacs geared for their societal proclivities and she greased the wheels of body art
fashion to get my work showcased in places that normally took decades of proven work to
get into. The end result was excessively profitable for me, and all it cost me was time and
some resources that required a fraction of the investment that her patronage brought me.
This sort of gala, and high-profile transformation in public could absolutely make or break an
alchemist's career.

As I hung up the phone, I had an appointment for an assistant who I assume had been
voluntold to come be a demonstration model for the basic outline of the transformation he
and I had hammered out as acceptable while still fulfilling the purpose she intended, and
would refine. It was terrifying to think that Herald Wylder had turned out to be as sharp,
engaging and interesting as his wife was. I had perhaps three days to hammer out all of the
details, but that was hardly an issue for me. I'd done more with less in the past, and I
intended to cheat of course.

"So who is Allanda?" Zasha emerged, still gloriously naked, with a hairbrush mere minutes
before the shop was to open. She was lovely when cleaned up, and her hair was untangled
and she was taking her time with the hairbrush, delicately insuring it looked good.

"Allanda," I spoke as I got up and circled my apprentice, trying to step carefully as not to
arouse the pussies in my heels too much lest I leave juice spots all over my clean floor,
inspecting her and taking a whiff. "is an Avatar of Freya. A living prison for those who would
commit rather heinous crimes in my hometown of Sadar. She's an erotically delightful
amalgamation of vagina-tipped breasts, pussies and cocks with serpentine cock-hair like a
gorgon, and a pussy for a mouth, but the special part about her, is when she has a
condemned criminal brought to her, she gives them one last night of bliss, like a final request
before an execution."
I smelled the wrong perfume, she'd used the wrong shampoo, obviously, and she'd only
suppressed the scent of wild sex. Nails were unpolished, lipstick not applied, and not even
an attempt at makeup. She was also shuddering at the 'last request' bit. She'd followed a
few of the simpler instructions, the ones with mostly one-syllable words, to the letter,
however.

"When that night of passion ends, the criminal is gone, absorbed into one of her many
pussies, or penises that decorate her body. They get off lightly to some, trapped in an
eternity of ecstasy, but the rub is, they're stuck in her for a literal eternity, nothing more than
soft and firm sex organs to be used by lovers as they will. My body is actually sculpted in
homage to her, as I did meet her once, and the encounter left an impression, one I actually
cherish."

"So, that's why you're obsessed with body part fusions?"

"Probably," I smiled. "They are my absolute favorite medium of transformation. There is

little sweeter than feeling the emotions as someone reduced to little more than a penis, or
vagina, breast or ass as they take in their new existence, realize what has happened, as
they're put to their first proper use."

"you do realize it's terrifying when you wax poetic about turning people into helpless toys and
sex orifices and make it sound like it's something everyone should try at least once, and
actually bleed temptation into the air, enticement that I imagine waaay to many people get
taken in by."

"Your perception and insight are exactly why I decided to keep you."

"Now I'm really scared."

"As you should be," I purred. "Go flip the open sign, and set Katja into a provocative pose,
dear. Then grab me the large book off the shelf in the next room and bring it to the desk. It'll
be the one you can't read a title for that has sigils instead of letters on it."

She nodded and moved to her tasks then stopped as I spoke again. "And Zasha, we need
to go over how I expect your hygeine tasks to be completed in the future."

I decided that I had made the right decision in my apprentices when she failed to offer any
excuses, and simply nodded. "Yes, Mistress Alisaundra, I will try to do better in the future."
I quietly checked her work after she "set" Katja. The living mannequin had been set in a
pose and expression evocative of a woman pretending to try covering her modesty while
skeptically evaluating whether a lover was worth the time it had taken to disrobe. Exactly the
kind of imagery I wanted to evoke.

As she brought the heavy, earmarked, post-it-note infested, comment-ridden tome to the
desk I beckoned her over. "It appears, my dear, that we have to get something resembling
clothing for you sooner than I thought."
"Oh?"

"We will be attending a gala for the Sisterhood of the Vulva, one of my regular patrons and
sponsors has invited me to conduct her initiation transformation, and I intend to make a
rather lovely spectacle of the process, rather like some of the transformation shows people
love."

"Sisterhood of the Vulva? Aren't they the people who change themselves into vaginal orifice
farms to provide relief to transformees or something?"

I nodded. "Although for the nonce, I'd prefer if you'd attempt to be more respectful in your
descriptions in the future. This is a rather important opportunity for this shop."

"Would we be expected to show up transformed ourselves?"

"In your case, no. In my case, I have enough pussies to be the centerpiece of an orgy to
begin with so if I do anything it'll likely be minor. I don't wish to steal the show away from my
friend."

"Fair enough."

The shop door rang, and two women, one middle-aged and still fairly attractive, and one
young woman in her mid-twenties with her. Both were fairly attractive, though nothing
extravagant. I was guessing older sister/baby sister as their body language was all wrong
for mother and daughter.

Zasha, bless her heart, actually took the initiative and let out her inner street hustler as she
beamed a smile at the pair and spoke, "Welcome to Casual Wickedry, Ladies, my name is
Zasha, and I'm here to help with anything you require. Do you have an appointment?"

I said nothing, merely raising an eyebrow as my girl engaged the customers. In my morning
lust-haze I had pretty much forgotten that I had specifically hired her as a greeter and had
failed to coach her in handling customers. Her initiative and proper handling told me an
abundance of her practical experience she had claimed. As she did her magic I began
paging through my formulae for interesting vaginally-themed transformation elixirs and such
for the gala.

"No, no appointment, we were sent here by Mathilda Reyes, the manager of The Lover's
Retreat." The older woman clearly knew what she was doing, and I instantly recognized the
establishment. Mathilda Reyes was a brothel owner, one of the more prominent ones in the
city, surrounding townships. She maintained cool business relations with all of the major
players in the body sculpting scene, and her Lover's Retreat was a fantasy playground
featuring exotic creatures of myth, legend and sensual fantasy.
Mathilda had actually tried to entice me to work for her, given my transformations and
proclivities. But I got a lot of work from her despite my polite refusal. Some of her more
popular attractions, such as the trio of koi mermaids who were known for their lack of
discrimination when choosing lovers, a serpentine naga dominatrix who would coil and
constrict her lovers, even as she made their sexual fantasies come true and the six-armed,
hermaphroditic masseuse so popular amongst stressed businessmen and women had come
from my shop.

"Please have a seat, and Mistress Alisaundra will speak to you as soon as she is ready.
Can I get you anything for the moment?"

"No, thank you." The two women looked rather bemused with Zasha's nudity, and the
younger one shot a glance to me as my upper-right breast yawned, sticking his tongue out
briefly then smacking his lips gently. Her eyes went rather wide at the sight.

I set two bookmarks into my book, then set it aside, standing and looking at the two women.
The elder of the two was at the cusp of "still in her prime" and "Ready to go over the hill."
Her dark hair spilled in wavy curls to her shoulders, and her once-tightly lithe form had a bit
of middle age sag creeping in, though it was clear she took care of herself. She had lovely
skin, a smattering of freckles and beautiful green eyes. It was obvious why Mathilda had
decided to send her to me.

"Retirement day from the local scene?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "I actually enjoy the work, unlike most of the girls, but it's getting
harder to keep up with the ones still in their early twenties."

"And you?" I asked the younger one. Her hair was straight and black, but her eyes were
wide, and doe-brown. She was clearly unused to seeing someone like me naked.

"I... ah..." She was trying to shake herself back to reality, having been staring at the lips on
my breasts which occasionally did things, and the cocks my fingertips were as well as the
one between my legs.

"New to the business?"

She nodded. "I asked to go with Skye here because she told me about how much she loved
her job, and how she was looking forward to going to the Retreat."

"You know what this entails?"

She nodded. "I was told I could join her at the retreat and be roommates with her if I took an
opening in the "Ranch" as part of the herd."

I nodded. "Not a bad one actually. They have some sweet girls in that part of the resort." I
turned to Skye. "And you?"
"I'm planning on going into the darkroom." She smirked. "I felt it would add the right level of
spice to the experience."

"Interesting choice dear. I think I can be convinced to provide something worthy of your
choice. Which mix should I prep for you?"

"I honestly would prefer the more masculine side, something to spice up the rest of my
career and life." She smirked just a little.

"I smiled. Well, if that is the case we can do this out back, under the sun and enjoy some
light before you go dark."

"I think I'd like that."

"Zasha, take them out to the back, there are two sculpting tables. Get them set up, relaxed
and I'll be out in a few moments."

As the trio left, I turned and walked into the locked parts of the lab, and began mixing.
Something this delicate would require a bit of work, and I wanted Skye's last day in the light
to be special. The darkroom was a special place at the resort, one that was well-lit and lively,
despite the name. It was called the darkroom because none of the transformed sex workers
who entertained the men and women who entered would ever be able to know whom they
were with. The ultimate in discrete, intimate encounters, and the ones who wanted
anonymity as they enjoyed the pleasures of the resort were guaranteed such in the
darkroom.

Another, this time absolutely necessary, call to the Lover's Retreat netted the verification of
what the pair told me. Once billing instructions had been given and acknowledged, the
manager going over the details with me provided the house's instructions for how certain
aspects of the changes were to be handled. The little sister, especially, was to be altered in
a couple specific ways, some of which would have interesting ramifications for both of them
in the years to come.

As I exited the back area I heard Zasha talking easily to the pair.

"...No, actually, it's our first real day. I'm still getting used to the changes we volunteered for,
honestly and I'd be a bit more freaked out if she wasn't so..." I paused as Zasha struggled to
find the word, "...Predictive? No that's not it. It's like she has a knack for finding out what
makes you tick, the things that make you nervous and dragging them out in a way that
makes you wonder why you were worried after the fact, even though you know you should
be."

"You make it sound like she's a mistress of dark desires." The younger woman said.
"The way she talks, you'd think that being transformed into something unabashedly, sexual
and even helpless forever was the pinnacle of existence. It's her tone, the way she talks,
that silken voice whispering at you, and that hungry expression she gets as she's describing
what she intends to do to you. Then she does it, and even when you're protesting in your
head that this can't be happening you realize that you're also trying to scream out for more."
Zasha shook her head. "So trust me, I think regardless if you feel comfortable with the idea
of what you may give up, knowing Mistress Alisaundra and what I've seen you two are in for
a very wild, exquisite ride."

I sauntered into the area casually and fairly slowly, again the vaginas built into my heels
were actually poorly thought out if I wasn't in the boots with anchoring penises to stabilize my
legs. So I had to take things slowly, and deliberately. Fortunately that seemed to fit my motif
anyway, so it came off rather well.

"Zasha, are you scaring the guests?" My words startled her a little as she looked at me
sheepishly.

"Maaaaaybe..."

The two women actually giggled as I mock sighed, "It's so hard to find good help these days.
Go to the laboratory room, it's clearly marked. Inside you will find a small notebook with
blank pages and a serpent motif on it. Bring the book out here, and you can talk to our
guests while we prepare them."

"Yes, Mistress." She nodded and immediately and briskly followed the instructions.

"Now tell me ladies, are we comfortable and ready?" I waited as both of them leaned back
and nodded, seemingly expectantly as I set up a small table. "It's a fortunate thing that I
have time with no appointments till later this afternoon. So I offer you the choice, we can get
it over with quickly, and send you on your way..." I indicated the two vials on a tray together,
with a third catalytic ointment, "...or we can take our time, and I can give you the full
treatment, massage, and full body sculpt. Most of my clients find it incredibly relaxing."

I indicated the mix of massage oils, perfumes and ointments that I could alchemically
combine with my own catalyzed cum to make transformatives and aphrodisiacs on the fly
while kneading them into the supple body of a client.

"Does this massage come both inside and out?" The older sister's lascivious grin was
endearing.

"Oh my, you do enjoy your job, don't you?" I smirked.

"I don't have the temperament for this job without loving every moment of the actual act."
She smiled. "And I'd like to at least like to test my new body out when we're doing this, so I
know what to expect in the darkroom. Definitely the massage, for both of us."
"I think that can be arranged." I smiled. "Actually harder to avoid than you think." I held out
two of my hands to each of them, letting them physically examine the alterations I had made
to them.

"Oh that looks like it would be an amazing thing to have." The younger one traced a finger
along one of my fingers, following the edge of the glans at the tip, slender and fine, with a
small slit at the tip, like it was merely a cap on a normal finger rather than a fingernail. It had
taken me days to get them to look like they belonged on a woman's fingers. She also noted
the vulva in my palm.

"It can be, until you have an itch you want to scratch." I mischievously pressed the soft
cocktip to her hand and made like I was raking her palm with a nail, but alas, no marks.
Only tingling pleasure and her giggles followed the act.

"Well, young lady, may I ask your name? I think we should get you done first, as your sister
should at least be able to see your final state before we banish her to the dark."

"Nika. And yeah, I'd like that."

"And yours?" I asked the elder sister.

"Saryn."

"Well, Nika, Saryn, please make yourselves comfortable." I watched as Zasha returned,
book in hand, again, much quicker than I would have expected given my complete lack of
detailed location information. She even had the correct book. "I need you both to disrobe
completely and make yourselves comfortable. If you wish refreshments at any time, Zasha
will be happy to retrieve them for you."

I waited as the two women got ready and Zasha held up the book. "No dear, the book is for
you. That is a memory training tool. It helped me learn to memorize my first alchemical
sigils and recipies. For you, it should also help your reading skills over all. As you speak, it
will transcribe the words to the page. If you speak out an alchemical formula it will transcribe
that in the alchemical sigils for proper storage and memorization. As you read the words it
presents correctly they will fade off the page. If you mis-step, the words will fade back in."

"It's blank." She looked confused as the words "It's blank" formed on the page. "It's blank."
she recited, catching on rapidly as the words slipped away. Then another phrase popped in
as she scrutinized it.

"It can also be used to store important personal information." I touched a page and an
exceedingly detailed, and elaborate alchemical formula faded onto the page, writing and
sigils in the elaborate webs of cause and effect that seemed to fill the page in an arcane
picture.

"What is that?"
"That is the formulae pairing I painstakingly drew out ten or twelve years ago. You and
Mikaela were the first to ever use it."

"Oh wow."

I shifted the page. "This formula would mimic the form I wear now, without the fusions.
Those would not be safe to add to the package save over a long period of time. No I have
no plans to let anyone use it."

"So this will teach me what I need to know?"

"It will teach you how to read what you are looking at, nothing more. There is no substitute
for an actual teacher. I expect you to show me progress, but for now, find a chair and wait
near the door. Study what it shows you, and if the guests call for anything, take care of it."

She nodded, then walked right into the shop, and I saw her make her way to the front of the
shop, and settle in a chair near the front door where she could greet anyone arriving, but still
have a clear line of sight to see if either of the women were signaling her.

"How the hell does she know exactly what I mean?" I asked bemusedly.

"Is there a problem?" Saryn looked amused, and was settled on the table in all her naked
glory. And despite her age, she had a lot of glory left. The woman very clearly took very
good care of herself. Her sister was like a younger, more supple clone of her.

"No..." I shook my head. "I'm finding my new apprentice to be rather too astute. She seems
to 'get it.' Even without being told exactly what it is she is expected to get."

"Some people have a knack for things." She looked over at Zasha curiously. "She is rather
taken with you, and excited that you actually took her in, even if it's not what she expected. I
don't see that motivation often at all, especially in anyone on their first day."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, Nika, you're too quiet. Time to take your medicine."

The younger woman smiled and settled back, her hair dangling off the back of the head of
the table, as I angled it up a bit, to ease working on her and to give Saryn a good view.
I pulled out what looked like a perfume sprayer. "Have either of you had any transformations
done?"

"I was changed as a child, to look like Saryn. I had a few handicaps that we were able to get
around."

"Alright, that should be far enough back that it won't interfere then."
The actual act of alchemical massage is almost a ritual, mixing reagents as you go for the
correct effect. There were only three people within the nearest four cities who could do it,
and do it reliably and well in the nearest three cities by skill and knowledge alone.

I was not one of them.

It was only by dint of my Half-Demon state that I was able to control the reactions of the
volatile reagents enough to produce the results I wanted consistently. Not that I was going
to apologize to the masters of the art for cheating.

"Alright, dear, try not to move too much for a few moments, I need this to settle for a few
moments before we begin."

Spritzing the air over the naked body of Nika would prime her skin to absorb various
mixtures and reagents. The pretty brunette girl was almost holding her breath as the mist
absorbed itself into her skin.

"And now we begin." I took two delicate crystal vials and carefully used the eyedropper
inside one to put a single drop of the fluid into each of the vulvas on my palms, then dipped
each of my cock-tipped fingers delicately in the second one, letting the scented oils mix with
the fluids of my slippery arm-vaginas as I rubbed my hands together, stimulating everything
gently as my palms and fingers became slick with vaginal secretions and scented reagents,
making a rather natural and pleasurable massage oil.

My lower hands took her left foot, my upper went to her right as I began smearing the
concoction across her feet, kneading the appendages softly in a gentle massage that had
her sigh in pleasure from the near-instant relief from stress she likely wasn't even aware of.
As the rubbing stimulated my hands, and fingertips, the delicate cockheads began slowly
oozing glistening, lightly glowing, white cum, which mixed into the natural oils as I began
rubbing her feet into new shapes.

"Oh god I can feel things moving" Nika breathed as I carefully sculpted her foot and ankles
into something more sturdy, and solid. Her feet took on a hard, black appearance, and as I
pushed them in, thickening them I pushed a cleft in the front of the newly formed wide, thick
hooves, attached to thickened ankles reinforced against the sudden change in weight.

As my hands moved upward, I massaged out her lower legs, changing the shape subtly to
accompany the new arrangement of her feet. As my hands moved across the skin, her flesh
turned pale white, with black spots, and as I coated every centimeter of her calves, and the
oils dried, soft hairs began growing out, covering her lower legs in a fine, soft coat of fur as
she moaned happily.

As I applied more of the reagent oils and continued the massage, I reshaped her thighs, and
didn't alter her legs into a more digitigrade form. I wanted to leave her with a more human
means of walking. As my hands caressed the flesh of her hips and ass, I massaged her skin
into more pale coloring with black splotches as the soft, fine, and short fur continued to
slowly travel up her legs behind my work. Hooking my hands under her hips, I lifted her hips
from the table as she arched and used two fingers to massage more energized cum and oil
into the top of the cleft of her ass, coaxing a worm of flesh out, rubbing and lengthening it
until a two-foot long white and black-spotted tail with a tuft of fur at the tip trailed two feet
down, past her knees, twitching lazily while I massaged the cheeks of her ass with more of
the impromptu mixture.

Nika's eyes were wide, staring at the fine fur on her legs, and her hoof-capped ankles,
disbelieving everything even as she realized it was real while her older sister looked on with
an indulgent smile. I upped the ante by massaging her crotch, then slipping two fingers
along the cleft between her legs, coating her pussy with oily spunk as she moaned. As I
took an eyedropper and delicately spread the lips of her pussy she let out an incoherent
moan with babbling words that took on a scream of pleasure as I released a single drop of
tingling, erotic fire onto the clit and rubbed the mixture in.

She didn't stop her ecstatic cry until the clitoris finished splitting, growing, becoming two
while I pinched the tip one with two soft glans-tipped fingers and rubbed it. The clit
thickened and lengthened , soon reaching a full seven inches and widening to a rather proud
girth, a proud glans capping the new penis while the slit oozed precum. I looked at her face,
wide, disbelieving eyes staring at the member gracing her crotch as I slid three of my hands
across her belly, rubbing her skin in more sensual massage as my last hand gripped her
cock, slicking it with pussy lube before I slid my hand to the top, then pressed my palm to the
glans and firmly pushed, feeling the shaft slowly sink into my hand as my fingers gripped her
girth, sliding downward as she stretched the soft pussy in my arm exquisitely.

Her reaction to the unexpected and unusual handjob was to go cross-eyed and gurgle softly
at the unexpected sensations. I tried to keep a straight face as I continued the massage,
sinking her cock all the way to the base in my arm, then slid my middle two fingers into the
pussy at the base, rubbing the clit at the root of her new male organ, and stimulating her
male member and female sex simultaneously.

All of this suited me just fine as I gave her the most interesting handjob she might have
imagined while coaxing her breasts into large, firm teardrops. They were larger than was
tasteful on her frame, and I soon added a second, then third pair. Each breast was large,
firm, and leaking a clear, sugary nectar from the nipple as her breasts filled to the brim with a
special fluid that would cause anyone drinking it to slip into a dazed and horribly aroused
euphoric state. It was perfect for helping potential clients get into the mood for the activities
at the Lover's retreat. One sip from her newly-sweetened tits would cause even a frigid,
prudish fun-hater to discover the joys of a needful heat in their loins, male or female. Udders
could have been made, but little Nika was also a bull, her cock beginning to quiver as warm
precum began leaking prodigiously from the slit at the tip.

As I finished my work there, I continued to massage her back, and let the soft, white fur with
black spots fill her form out as the sexual cattle theme played out. Her arms fell next, and I
paid very close attention to her hands, which I carefully sculpted into seemingly hardened
and cloven hooves, four delicate fingers merged into two, then balled into a fist which I made
the appendages from. Saryn's little sister was going to be dependent upon others for simple
tasks, as I moved upward, three hands running through her hair, lengthening and thickening
it until it would hang in lovely black ringlets to where her new tail joined her ass.

A black spot over her right eye and pale, furred face almost completed the image. But I had
a few more details to complete as the girl arched back. Kneading her ears netted soft,
velvety cow ears that hung cutely at an angle from her head. Similar coaxing drew out two
adorable horns from her brow as she finally let out a low, ecstatic moan as her pussy
clenched around my two fingers, fluttering in ecstasy while the hot, thick bar of meat
pleasurably sliding inside my arm flooded the soft passage with warm, white seed, smearing
down her shaft and dripping into her crotch. I allowed my arm the pleasure of feeling the
pussy that was his sole outlet of release quiver and tighten around the lovely cock while my
fingers oozed cum into her pussy in turn.

As I slid my hand away from her softening member, I drew my fingers across her lips,
moistening her mouth with white fluid while she tried to control her breathing. With two
hands I slid a collar around her neck, cowbell of course decorating the only garment she
would be allowed for at least the first year of her contract. Another hand slid an
inch-diameter steel ring into her nose and rotated it through the flesh painlessly. I don't even
think she realized that anything had been done until the metal ring flopped across her lip.

She was looking at herself in wonder, still coming down off her sexual high as her
examinations revealed each of her new features.

"Oh my, now I know what Zasha meant when she said you'd be screaming for more."

"Feeling up for a little more?" I smiled. "I was given very specific instructions on what I was
to do with you. But I can get one more pleasurable change, if you're willing to pay my price."
I took the final vial, a jar of ointment and rubbed it delicately into her penis, then waited for
the concoction to be fully absorbed before doing so again. She of course rose to the touch
again, giving me a better means of insuring that the last catalytic demanded by her new
employer was applied correctly.

"Oh at this point I'd do a lot," she said semi-sleepily, happily. The cow-girl was just addled
enough to be rather blissed, but not so far gone that she wouldn't be able to make a
decision.
I held up a small vial and shook it before her eyes. "Well, pretty cow, since you're going to
be making a living by offering yourself I'll let you have this one at no extra charge." She
nodded as I swallowed the contents of the vial, and her eyes went completely wide again,
mouth agape. "The catch is, you have to suck it out."

Saryn laughed lightly at her sister's initiation into the world of a transformed sex-worker.
"And the hazing begins. Come now sister, make a choice. One more change, or you can
choose to be done."
Nika looked at her hands and feet, looked at her six sloshing breasts leaking aphrodisiacs
and realized she'd not be able to grab things, nor even fondle herself or masturbate
comfortably. She looked like she wanted to grab something, but finally settled on rolling onto
her front, tail rising and twitching as she reached forward with her mouth, tongue lifting my
limp shaft and pulled it into her mouth, suckling on the end of it like it was a lollipop.

I, of course, focused for but a moment, then my penis began to gently throb, and spasm as I
let out a happy sigh. Salty spunk slowly flooded her mouth while she tried to decide if she
wanted to spit or swallow, stopping mid-motion as she contemplated the taste. I felt her
mouth tighten, teeth soften and before she could come to a decision, I hooked her horns with
my fingers and thrust my shaft all the way into the back of her throat, blocking her air, pulling
her into my crotch as she let out a muffled squeal as she realized that the time to choose
was long gone, and the salty spunk was pushed back to her throat and smeared over every
inch of her tightening mouth.

I held her like that for over a minute while she tried to figure out what was happening, trying
to pull back, but her horns were being used to pull her in closer. As her mouth tightened into
a soft, even grip that squeezed my shaft, I began thrusting. She no longer needed to
breathe, and as she realized just what happened, her sister smiled.

"Now I'm jealous." Saryn didn't seem sarcastic, just bemused as I took advantage of her
newly-transformed sister.

I winked at her, still thrusting into Nika's surprised face, smiling at her confused expression
as she bit down, trying to close her mouth tightly on my member, making me sigh in
pleasure. Her nose ring rubbed on my shaft, stimulating her face and sending jolts of
pleasure through her face every time my hips would slap up against her nose, which seemed
to lose all definition and melt away.

When I came, the seed shot right down her throat unimpeded, her need to breathe faded
away as her new digestive system processed the semen that would be her most comfortable
and healthy diet as her face clenched tight on my cock, spasming while she moaned, or
mooed if you prefer at the sensation of the orgasms in her face. Regardless if she liked her
first new, real meal, her body would never process solid foods again.

When I slid my dick free, her facial labia gently swept much of the juices from me, a bit of
white cum dripping down her chin as the moaning "moo" sounded off again, new, pretty,
toothless, tongueless pussyface opening gently for the sound as she slowly realized that she
wouldn't need to breathe again.

I looked into her glassy, bliss-dazed eyes. The brown eyes seemed appropriately bovine,
bereft of deep thought. She wouldn't be stupid, by any stretch, but her ability to process
things rapidly was reduced. Her future thoughts would be slow, but still complete. Concepts
that took her less than a second before might take her half a minute to bring forward. but
she would never realize that she had slowed down as I helped her off the massage table
and let her walk around for the first time, large breasts sloshing with the sweet nectar.
I took a leash of thin, golden chain off the tray, and hooked the end onto her clit ring where
her nose should be and tugged gently, causing her to moan/moo in protest as I led her to a
spot to watch her sister, and tethered the leash to a small post. As I guided her to her
knees, hand-hooves pressed to the ground, I purred into her ear, "Livestock off the furniture."
Her protesting, yet happy, moaning moo was music to my ears.

I looked at Saryn wryly. "At least she'll have plenty of the proper food she needs now at the
resort." As I looked backward to Nika, the cowgirl was trying to use her arm-hoof to scoop a
glob of cum that had fallen from her vertical lips to her chin back into her tight, toothless
mouth. I obliged, by using a finger to roll it back into her mouthpussy as she tilted her head
to let it roll back and fall to the back of her throat slowly. I gave her a treat, causing one of
my finger-cocks to simply squirt a few shots of her new food into the soft, slick tunnel of her
throat.

Saryn chuckled. "Zasha was right about you, you are a wicked one. So, wicked one, what
do you intend to do with me?"

"Well, first I intend to take your eyes, then deafen you to the world so the only things you'll
experience the world through will be the soft caresses on your skin, the taste of whatever
you're being fed on your tongue, or the scent of a lover pressed against you." I sauntered
back to her slowly as her grin widened. "I intend to turn you into a sex beast that lives to be
exploited, used, and passed around. I intend for you to never concern yourself with what a
lover looks like, what they might say. Darkness so complete that only the light of morning
warming your skin will be any indication that there's still a sun."

Saryn bit her lower lip and quivered. "And what will you do with me once you're done?"

"I intend to leash you like a slave with your sister, and walk you through the city slowly so
that everyone can take in your special forms and enjoy the sight of you before handing your
leashes to your mistress so she may do whatever she wishes to your corrupted flesh."

"I can't wait."

I moved to give nika a clear view of her sister and I directed her to lie on her belly. I had
something special in mind, so I set out a large jar filled with alchemical preservatives, and a
smaller one beside it, both filled with a preservative mix that would sustain a few things she
would no longer need.

The oils and creams mixed for her were different, and as she settled down the tingling
pleasure that suffused her body caused her to moan as the skin toon on a more pinkish cast.
I rubbed her neck, along her face first, slowly peeling away a layer of skin and taking her
scalp, and all of her lovely hair off of her head, leaving a smooth, bald head as I dropped the
hair and scalp into the smaller jar. Her arms and shoulders heaved as I massaged them
away, the tension in the limbs and their attachments slowly fading until she moaned in
ultimate relaxation, never realizing that I had set the arms I had just removed into the large,
preservative jar. Not that she would have time to consider as the concoction rubbed into her
skin gave her a more sensitive form, aroused and ready.

Her head was next as I devoted all four of my arms to rubbing her scalp, causing it to
delicately inflate, almost like a helmet as I rubbed away her eyes, smoothed over her ears,
and engulfed the top of her head in a smooth, incredibly sensitive, pinkish-purple helmet-like
cover that looked very similar to the caps of my fingertips.

As my fingers slid across the new, sensitive portion her bones in the top and back of her
head, her mind distributed through the soft flesh as I pushed a finger into a forming cleft,
tracing the new slit at the top of her head as her sense of sight and hearing didn't fade,
instead simply disappearing into nothing, forever depriving her of those important things
she'd always taken for granted.

If Saryn objected, she gave no sign, moaning at the stimulation, her neck swelling slightly to
give her head the appearance of a large penis, with a woman's nose emerging from the cleft
under the glans, mouth open in a wordless cry of pleasure. Her body writhed under my
hands as I began to work my way down her back, insuring the sensitivity of a glans, or
clitoris was distributed evenly along her body in entire. Saryn would become a creature of
sensual pleasure, and a test-bed for a change I was planning to incorporate at the gala for
my finale.
As my hands met her hips and ass, I reached forward, rubbing her pussy, sealing and
smoothing it so that it would never be used again, merely more sensitive flesh as I swelled
her hips and ass, her legs thickening, then finally splitting as her ass pushed back, her legs
fully straddling the table as she cried out. The lower torso wasn't fully-long like a humantaur
I had done earlier with a sweet girl and her treacherous friend, instead comprising another
woman's body below the ribs, sensually waiting for more.

"Zasha, please come here. Tell me what you think."

My apprentice came up and stopped dead, staring as I massaged one of Saryn's new hind
legs into a digitigrade position, then worked on her foot, splitting away the big toe into a
thumb-like structure, and fusing the smaller ones, before tipping each of the thick, long
appendages with another cockhead. The new "foot-hand" reflexively gripped my wrist and I
smiled, watching as the woman cried out happily ath the pleasure the sensitive limb brought
her.

"Oh wow," Zasha breathed, watching me do the same, transforming each of the sex beast's
pretty legs into a digitigraded, thick-fingered, penis hands.the tips of the cocks pawed at the
ground under the table as the beast under me sought to stimulate herself. "That is... sleek.
Can I have one like her to be like a centaur?"

"I think we've found your artistic idea, then. Perhaps." I smiled. "Help me turn her over, then
take the arms and hair in those containers to the storage room." I finished by pressing open
her ass cheeks, and setting a tube with an opening at both ends to her sphincter, then
pouring a mixture of Dcum and a few other things into her ass then massaged the twin
cheeks, pressing the mix into her guts as Saryn's ass began expelling massive globs of
white goo, everything in her guts having dissolved to cum and rapidly expelled. as the mess
finished coming, a slender tongue-tentacle snaked out of the opening, almost two feet long,
tasting the semen and the skin of her ass before slipping back into the toothless passage.

The tail I coaxed away was four feet long, thick and prehensile, tapering to a blunt tip with
yet another glans on the tip. As the tail began to thrash, it came around, and the long,
tentacular tongue emerged and guided the penis-tail into her ass, thrusting in herself while
her sphincter sucked on it.

Zasha's eyes went wide at the loose limbs, but she helped me flip the sex-beast-taur, then
took stock, picking up the jars carefully and bringing them into the shop one at a time.

With Saryn on her back, wiggling, I chanced a look back at little Nika, who was watching,
mesmerized by her sister's new form, torn somewhere between lust, horror and hunger. It
was adorable watching her slowly realize what was happening. I, of course laughed a little
when one of the wriggling hand-feet gripped my cock and started rubbing.

I wasn't done, however, and I reached between her hind legs and began coaxing, bringing
out a soft tube of flesh that inflated from the back going forward, until I coaxed the new cock
from it's sheath in between her hind legs.

For the final touch, I held a vial to Saryn's mouth, and in her pleasure-induced haze, she
gulped it down greedily. Her breasts swelled immediately, becoming cantaloupe-sized orbs
with erect teats instantly, then sagging slightly while I felt the results. As my fingers
caressed the breasts the top of Saryn's head began leaking transluscent, whitish re-cum as
the churning balls that had filled the thin sacks of her breasts began to produce cum. She
licked at it as it began seeping down her face, while six more breasts, each capped with a
firm nipple, each containing a firm, churning testicle graced her chest, down her abdomen to
her hips.

Rather like her sister, I pulled out several golden rings attached to chains, and slipped them
through her eight nipples, then looped the chains behind and hooked them together behind
and just under her head to a ring I inserted at the very base of her neck.

As Zasha returned I pointed at a bucket. "Hold that up dear, right near her head." I helped
the sex beast off the table, letting her settle on her prehensile cock-toes and she purred,
literally, like a cat.

"Is it done? How do I look?" Saryn became concerned. "Am I talking? I can't hear my
voice!"

I merely patted her on the ass then leaned her over the side of the table, giving Nika a
wicked grin. I began massaging her glans-capped head as she began moaning, rather like
most men on their first time with a woman, she gave a shuddering gasp, white good
beginning to erupt from the top of her forehead as Zasha held the bucket up. The
newly-minted beast cried out, then screamed in pleasure as her head erupted in a massive
torrent of semen, spraying the bucket with enough force to startle my apprentice, a second
pulse of cum immediately following as the once-woman dumped the contents of her new
breasticles into the bucket, and all over Zasha's tits like a bukkake spectacle.

When she finally finished she was leaning over the table breathing hard, hindcock fully erect
and euphoric while Zasha gave me a look that was halfway between amusement and "ew."
I delicately took the bucket from Zasha, and dipped a cup into the warm, sludgy, white
spunk, then carried it over to Nika. The poor little cow pet had wide eyes, not fully
comprehending what I was doing as I tilted her head back with my lower hands, spread her
vaginal facial lips with two fingers and delicately poured her own sister's warm, sloppy cum
onto the tight, toothless, tongueless passage and watched her slow, creeping realization as
she tasted the salty cream slide down her mouth, into her throat as gravity drew the fluid to
her belly, filling her empty need for her favorite (or not) liquid food.

I smiled as the cow sat shamefaced as the slow realization of what I had fed her sank in.
"Zasha, feed Nika two more cups, then clean both of them off. They need to be ready to go
home to their new owners." I sauntered into the house to get dressed as my apprentice
discovered that "Apprentice" was also synonymous with "maid" and "livestock handler" as I
left her the scutwork.

When I returned, I was clean and clothed, garbed in my living leathers, greeted by two fresh
and clean beasts held by my apprentice. As I nodded approval, I simply hiked myself up,
and sat on Saryn's lower humanoid "back," and took the two rings with four golden chains
each in my two upper hands. Each chain ended at a breasticle ring on the beast's front. I
took the chain to Nika in my lower left hand and flicked the golden reins for a confused
centauroid sex beast while my last hand extracted her tail from her anus and patted her on
the rump.

Saryn took a few halting steps as I patted her, poor Nika desperately trying to keep close as I
would flick the chain leading to her clit nose, tweaking her and making her moo/moan
uncontrollably. it took a few tries, but eventually Saryn realized that when I flicked, I wanted
her to go forward. When I tugged back, I wanted her to stop. and the pull of the chains on
her breasticles to the left or to the right indicated desired direction. Her moaning happiness
was punctuated with the occasional, burbling "Oh god" or other babbled words she would
never be sure she had actually uttered.

After a few minutes of basic training, I began the slow walk for the two sex beasts to get
used to their new forms in motion for the two miles it would take to reach Mathilda's offices to
hand them over. Saryn was actually enjoying herself, and was nearly constantly cumming
from her toe-cocks, occasionally grabbing random things to test her prehensile feet, or
deliberately climbing over things using her steady grip, blissfully unaware of her sister
following shamefaced and quivering with excitement all at once behind her.

When I got to Mathilda, a rather wicked but normal looking madam with dark hair and a
wolf's amber eyes, she noted the oozing juiced and dripping nipples of her new cow, the
erect, pre-cum dripping cock and the quivering pussymouth drooling over her breasts and
smiled. "Oh she'll be perfect. And I wasn't expecting a riding beast... but I can quite easily
work with this." She traced fingers along her newest acquisitions. "Saryn will have a fun
time I assure you. All the way up to where I merge her with her dear, sweet sister."

Nika's eyes went wide as she realized what was planned, and that Saryn would never know
until it was too late.

I smirked. "About that. When it's time, I'd like to hold the option on when and how. I think it
will make a good test for my apprentice when she does her very first supervised
transformation."

"I'll bear that in mind. I like the sleek, flowing form here. I think she'd going to be a popular
one."

"I hope so. I'd hate for her to feel lonely."

Side Thread - Wicked Apprentices

I'm sure there are some interesting dream interpretations to be had from the various mystics
around the city, but I'm pretty sure "dreaming of eating a huge, delicious sausage" only gets
a lewd response in general. Oddly appropriate.

Waking from a deep sleep is usually slow, a creeping sensation of awareness and filtering of
senses that remind you that the actual body you have rather than whatever not-shape you
wore in your subconscious during sleep. In my particular case my awareness seemingly
faded in, relaxation and contentment seemed to fill me, like having the best of meals,
followed by a wild night of sex and ending with a full body massage that leaves your entire
being so relaxed that you seem to be only a mind loosely anchored by... something.

It was feeling thus as my awareness filtered in, and my view of the world faded in. If was a
strange view and feeling, but my groggy mind didn't register that my vision, rather than being
a sudden onslaught of light and feeling, faded in like the lights of a play, during a particularly
interesting scene. I was aware of a feeling of my mouth wrapped around something warm,
semi-firm and cozy, comfortable, stretching my lips lightly in a manner that I found delightful.
Still half in my dream-state I lightly nibbled on the sausage I had been enjoying in my dream,
rather unexpectedly finding it resistant to being pierced by teeth, but pleasurable to have as
my saliva began coating it, and my lips.

As the picture of the world faded in, with greater light and clarity as my mind fully awakened
and took in the bizarre world I seemed to occupy. Two great, pinkish logs pressed together
in my vision, lying on a bed, pressed to an enormous wooden wall occupied my immediate,
dreamy attention, and four oddly shaped poled, massive in size to my eyes hung directly
above and in front of me, with a fifth discernible some several feet away. They were
massive, sheltering and pink like the logs, and the tips dangling many feet off the ground
beneath me resembled odd, pink penis heads.

It was then I came to a more awake state as I asked myself "Why am I under a penis tree?"
And I found myself wondering what that lovely piece of food that tickles and tingles my lips
so delightfully even in stillness, pressed deep into my mouth was? I began to stretch,
yawning, and realized I didn't feel my muscles, my arms, my legs, my torso at all as my
mouth widened in a silent cry.

The release of friction, and the opening of my mouth seemed to be rewarded by the
semi-hard, limp-ish thing pushing deeper into my mouth, deep into my throat and settling
painlessly and even delightfully deep in my throat while seeming to thicken and become
more firm readily. My entire body tingled delightfully from the inside out as the thickening,
delicious? thing trapped between my lips became even more appetizing to my sleepy
consciousness. I couldn't see what it was, my view blocked by the massive pinkish
log-things as I slowly filtered fully back to reality while wondering what the hell was going on.

My answer came in an explosion of sensation as I heard the familiar voice of a woman give
a soft moan, and my vision lurched as the two giant logs moved slightly, the penis-tree slid
lower, it's canopy a massive membrane of flesh stretched between five trunks, and in the
middle, a soft flower, like a woman's vulva and labia staring back at me. As this happened
the long, firm thing in my mouth pushed all the way in, sliding into my mouth, driving past my
throat and not stopping until I felt my entire form filled from the inside as my lips quivered
and my whole being shuddered as the wonderful, pleasure pols slid back, coming to rest
about halfway inside me.

Pleasure unfelt except in half-hazy and blissful dreams came back as I realized exactly what
was going on, shocking me back to reality as full awareness that the logs I was staring out
across were thighs, that penis-tree was a hand, with fingers capped in delicate cocks, with a
soft vulva in the palm.

The thing in my mouth, blocked by the thighs resting on each other was my new employer's
penis, which thrust deeper inside me, then came to rest, hard, but attached to a sleeping
owner.

I remembered her returning from turning that delightful sex-beast, Saryn and her sister to
their new employer, and going over the notes, the basics of alchemical symbols, and her
descriptions of some of her formulae she used to change Saryn and Nika. It was
fascinating, and even the dawning, uncomfortable realization of what she had done to those
two women willfully, even gleefully rode in my mind like an undying horror.

Horror because the memory of their transformation, how she used them combined with my
memory of being a starved, sickly and weak man being transformed into a lovely woman...
And all I could do was bite my lower lip like an excited girl, and get incredibly wet, aroused at
the thought of seeing it, the thought I might someday actually inflict such a change. Saryn's
sleek lower, centauroid body, with the odd legs, and two thick toes that were also penises,
upon which she balanced her body on the tips, and the odd, hanging thumb that allowed her
to manipulate things like it was a dexterous hand at the end of each of four legs despite her
blindness? The smooth transition to a woman's hips, the long cock-tail and the male sex
between her legs?

I found myself wondering what it would be like to have Saryn's sleek lower body joined to my
hips, replacing my legs, Mikaela the pussy gracing the forecrotch, Saryn herself becoming
the cock held in a sheath between the hindlegs, the breasticles becoming cum-factory
pleasure-bumps along her length, imprisoned within her very own skin. And I found myself
fantasizing about pussyfaced Nika being absorbed into a pussy between the hind legs,
forever together with her sister on the body of a sexual creature in hermaphroditic perfection.
It was the beginning of a particular obssession for me, and in the evening aftermath I'd lost
track of Mikaela's desires, the pussy between my thighs as I indulged in yet another tryst
with my employer, enjoying a wild romp which ended in the apprentice's chamber, both of us
squeezed in tight like conjoined twins. As she spooned and penetrated me one last time
while I was drifting off to sleep, she promised me a very unique experience in the morning.

She hadn't been lying. The surprised shock of waking up between my best friend's legs with
my boss' penis most of the way buried in my helpless face guaranteed I wasn't going to get
any sleep again any time soon!

The feelings were sublime, now that I focused on them. The thighs pushed together pinched
my lips on the cock spooned into my fleshy, toothless and tight passage, stretching me
delightfully while I slobbered pussy juice all over the member. It wasn't so overwhelming that
I failed to remember that poor Mikaela had been largely forgotten except as a voice crying
silently in ecstasy in the back of my mind as I dove into sexual bliss with abandon, forgetting
to treat her like my friend, rather than my pussy that was meant solely to bring me pleasure.
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me, but I was feeling so good, I wasn't feeling at all
upset by this sudden turnabout. Sure, I was a limbless, helpless little pussy but the pleasure
of the sensations was magical. I also knew without a doubt that come the next morning, I'd
be the one "on top" and even though I very vastly preferred being the one in charge and
doing the fucking, It was very easy to relax and wonder what it could be like to be the
helpless fuckee.

It probably didn't help my thought process to have a feeling of severe euphoria from having a
cock comfortably resting inside me.

Mikaela had been shocked by my wanton lack of regard for her desires, but she had been
screaming along with me. I was quite sure when all was said and done, today I would be
screaming alongside her.

Much as I would love to have a masculine panic attack, I did owe it to Mikaela to support the
new her as much as she supported me, however unexpectedly or unwillingly. Any
apprehension I had needed to be cut away, because Alisaundra's silken voice and silver
tongue was very good at making you forget that your best friend's mouth is the one you're
shoving someone else's dick into. Gods that woman was good at dehumanizing people and
making it seem sensual and erotic, too good.

I made my decision, and began to test my control, and was rewarded with the pleasurable
sensation of clamping my mouth on Alisaundra's cock, delicately rubbing back and forth with
the miniscule mobility, squeezing, releasing, my senses flush with sensation from each
quivering motion as my mouth started drooling, smearing slick juices across the hard, firm
shaft, trying to get the attention of the lazy, sleeping women who left me the only one awake,
bored and only having my lips and a dick to entertain myself.

It was fun, and deeply frustrating, teasing the cock softly, each muscle movement was more
of a light spasm, a mini-orgasm that pulsed through the folds of my entire being as I tried to
stimulate someone enough to get the two women I was trapped between the hips of to wake
up and DO SOMETHING! I was awake, I was aroused, I was bored, and I wanted Mikaela
to know that I was ok with being between her legs for another day.

A moan of pleasure and subtle shifts as the two began to squirm awake, I like to think
because of my amazing skills, that thick flesh rod stretching my mouth and lips, teasing the
vertical lips comprising my face began to shift, twitch, push in and out subtlely and I got to
feel, for the very first time what it felt to have something more than just a warm toy shoves in
me. Slick juices lubed the shaft, each inch sliding across my lips as the squirming need to
get comfortable warred with the arousal and sensations of sex as I found myself riding high
on delight with each half-thrust.

I wanted to push more, but all I could do was relax and ride the wave of whatever came.

"How are you feeling, Sweetling?" I didn't quite "hear" Alisaundra's purring voice, so much as
felt it, just as I was aware of everything around me without needing eyes to see.

Mikaela groaned as I felt a soft set of hips settle against my mouth, the sensations of flesh
sliding across sensitive flesh where my teeth and tongue should be made me want to shriek
with ecstasy as my employer and lover pressed herself deep inside me and held herself,
stretching, I'd imagine as Mikaela's body moved and shifted.

"Oh Gods I feel so relaxed," Mikaela's voice came. "I don't know how to describe it." She
absently reached down and rubbed me, then felt the shaft in me and sighed.

"Did you enjoy our little romps last night?" The Half-Demon's voice was too smooth, and I
could see her hands shifting, a cock-tipped finger descended to softly stroke where my
vertical lips converged with the sensitive nub above my slick, drooling mouth and softly
teasing me with fluttering, exquisite touches on the clitoris, sliding a finger along the lips as
she held herself deep in me.

"I should feel mad, I should feel used, but I feel really, really good." Mikaela's voice was
dreamy, sleepy and torn. "I want to keep you right where you are, and I want to give Zack...
err Zasha a chance to wake up and maybe feel this."
"Oh, your pretty little pussy is awake, Mikaela," Alisaundra's undertone of wicked glee was
unmistakeable, filled with anticipation. "She's listening to us, on the verge of screaming, as
aroused as you are. I think she wants to feel more."

I veritably howled a "yes" at Mikaela, desperate to have the frustrating, delightful arousal
brought to fruition, I wanted to feel everything she had the day before, and I couldn't tell if it
was me, or the side-effects of arousal.

I just about screamed as Mikaela maneuvered and pulled away, the sliding exit from my
being was torture, and as the head of the lovely thing in me slid away I wanted to howl in
protest. I had worked very, very hard to get myself ready for this and what do I get?

I found myself suddenly wondering why she was turning, and suddenly I could see
Alisaundra's wicked smile just beyond the canyon of her quad mount lipmores, looking at me
as I felt my perspective slide to the side, then realized as I was going down that I was about
to...

The blunt tip of the penis traced my lips up and down briefly before the wonderful, fleshy
lollipop pushed up, met resistance, then stretched my mouth again. Heaven was the word I
would have used as I found my senses consumed by the joy of being impaled upon that
wonderful shaft, and as my mouth touched Alisaundra's hips I tried to kiss her through the
meat driven all the way into the core of my being. As the cock slid out of my mouth I was
seeing delightful stars as the whole thing slammed into me with speed and force
unimaginable to my addled mind, my sloppy mouth slicking my insides and that lovely meat
popsicle to ease the pleasurable passage.

Having the cock held in me was euphoric bliss, but the thrusting was pure ecstasy, a
drugged high from which there was no returning. Each thrust was met with me frantically
trying to bite down and hold Alisaundra in me at the base, squeezing her as I was pulled
away, all as the white-hot pleasure built and built, finally, mercifully I felt my entire being
quiver, then pulse as my entire being spasmed.

Full-body orgasm is a euphamism, but in my case it was very, scarily real. Everything
comprised of me focused on one thing: pleasure and spasms around that spewing, gushing
meat, mixing the creamy spunk with my juices. It was sex, a full-body massage, a first
happy memory and a mind-shattering exultation all at once. And it seemed to ripple into
forever as my entire being twitched and quivered.

I didn't come to until long after our lover and mistress had taken her leave of us. Clear
memories were a luxury I didn't apparently have the means to acquire. Was it minutes?
Seconds? Hours? Months? I couldn't tell, as time ceased to have meaning. It was as
erotic and amazing as using Mikaela as my own pleasure pocket had been. I will admit I did
enjoy using her more than being used, but this was an exquisite experience I would have a
hard time refusing if offered the chance to be trapped between her thighs forever.
It was in the shower when I finally came to, fully. Mikaela was cleaning when I felt the water
hit me. Her hand rubbed the pubic bone, teasing me as I purred inside, sheepishly. Had I a
human face I would be blushing so furiously someone might think I was turning into a
strawberry. Was I embarassed at having been a soft holster for someone's cock? A bit,
yeah, but it was the ecstatic suckling and attempts to milk all of the semen from the spewing
appendage that I remembered from my pleasure-induced madness that really got me.

"Are you ok, Zasha? I was worried." That hand on me was comforting in a way, especially
after I had so gloriously taken advantage of her.

"I'm fine, better than fine in fact." My reply was, of course, silent. Only Mikaela would ever
hear me like this.

"I'm sorry about that, I'm not sure what came over me." She seemed sheepish. I loved my
friend but she had this nasty habit of finding fault in herself.

"I'm not mad, I'm sure you're well aware of how amazing that feels." It wouldn't be my
preferred position in life, but I could live with it. "Knowing that we'll swap and share takes the
bite out of it."

"I should have asked though."

"Mikaela I should have asked, but I didn't. No point beating yourself up about it. If we get
too bent out of shape we play right into Alisaundra's hands you know."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember what she said? This is a competitive position. One of us will get sealed as the
other's sex forever if one of us starts lagging behind, and that will happen if we start trying to
one-up each other." My silent words met with silent comprehension, Mikaela, when she
listened, always understood a situation or person. I was the one that kept the eye out, she
was my guide for people and situations. I was the instigator, she was my restraint.

"So she intends..."

"To weed us out, drive us to try to trip each other up until one of us loses our calm and
makes a mistake, or drives her bats. We work together, same as always, ok?"

"So how do you want to deal with this?" She was concerned, rightly so.

"I think it's time someone turned her little game around. She's going to try and get each of
us to treat the other as nothing more than a part of themselves to be used. She's very good
at it. We win if she never gets a hint that either of us objects to any part of our new, shared
existence. If we don't scream, spit and fight, she doesn't get the fun out of doing us like she
did the boys in her tits."
"Makes sense to me, but how do we act? It's very hard for me to think it's just right to use
you without... you know."

I smirked a little inside. "Mikaela I trust you, I trust your judgement, and bluntly if I have to be
like this with someone, better it's you. So let's subvert Alisaundra's little game. While I'm
quivering between your thighs, I'm your pussy, use me as you see fit, and don't feel guilty
about it. If nothing else it feels amazing, but more importantly, the less we fight, the more
we'll be the same person, shifting skin and hair color each day in her eyes. If we give her a
united front, she'll never be able to pick one of us to permanently trap in the other. We'll be
one person with two faces, two interesting personalities."

I could feel my world shake a little as Mikaela shuddered in relief. "Same with you, Zasha.
When I'm in your place all I ask is that you make it as amazing as it has been."

"No fear, no regrets?"

Mikaela patted me on the lips and I could hear the happy smile in her voice as she shifted.
"No fear, no regrets."

Little did I realize that she was going to take me directly at my word. She walked over to the
door as my world seemed to float between two immense thighs moving as she opened the
bathroom door. "Miss Ali, if you have a bit of time, would you help me wash my back?"
If I had eyes, they'd be as wide as dinner plates. I would have been blushing furiously, but
all that happened was my mouth got very wet, and not with water, very fast.

Anticipation was the worst, and I discovered that once my erstwhile lover completely ignored
me except as a receptacle for her penis to fill, and she lavished her attention on Mikaela in
the soapy mess of a shower? Being completely mentally prepared for the fact that you were
going to get fucked, and there was nothing you could do about it made the second bout of
exquisite sex that day utterly sublime as I was able to relax and simply enjoy it while the
woman I trusted rode the hips of the woman who could not be trusted.

Dangerous or not, Casual Wickedry's owner was going to be one of the greatest pleasures,
and challenges, that I could possibly ask for.

No fear, no regrets.