You wake up, bleary eyed, and cough up a lungful of glittering purple smoke. It hangs in the air for a moment, before disappearing with a number of high-pitched pops.
You sit up, which in your current state feels like an epic undertaking worthy of the mightiest of mythic heroes. The demons of headache and dry mouth both assail you, but they cannot break your warrior spirit.
Damn, it looks like you fell asleep in your clothes again. You need to start drinking less.
Looking to your left, you see a peculiar sight. A man with the ears of a donkey is snoring on a couch, the long furry ears twitching in his sleep. That isn't the odd part of course. The odd part is that you are still hanging out with Zack even though the asshole never pays you back for buying the wizard weed.
Wizard weed...that reminds you of something...
[[Wizard...wasn't there something you were supposed to be doing?|Forgot exam]]
[[Weed...Zack had better not have hogged it all...]]
You shove your friend aside, and he snores loudly as you reach under his bulk and pull out a glowing artifact. The glass staff glows with arcane runes, and a mystical cloud of gas oozes from the hollow tip.
The runes all say "GET CRUNK" in bad ancient elvish.
He did hog it all, the bastard.
[[Seriously though, there was something important|Forgot exam]]
A wizard has been scorned. This cannot stand. The council will hear of this.
You open your mouth to spit out some sort of bitter curse, but you're still too dehydrated to swear properly.
No matter, he wouldn't hear you anyway. The bastard sleeps like a rock. Let's have him wake up to a surprise.
[[Accelerate that donkey curse he was trying to shake off]]
[[Hogging the weed deserves a hoglike punishment]]
A feeling of terrible doom descends upon you as your gradually-sobering mind finally manages to get your attention. You were supposed to be somewhere today.
The final exam.
YOU FORGOT THE EXAM.
[[Go back to bed]]
(set: $donkeyzack to true)
Zack had been struggling with a donkey curse for the past few weeks, the result of a prank gone wrong. It turns out that shouting IT'S JUST A PRANK BRO to a summoned demon just makes them more annoyed. They, not inaccurately, assumed he was a jackass and cursed him appropriately.
It should be quite easy to help the spell along a little. You roll up your sleeves, rub away some of the hangover headache, and cast your spell.
The effects are visible almost immediately. Zack was only wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, so when his crotch began to stir, you got a perfect view of the changes. His waistband was pushed down by his growing cock, revealing that his dick was now almost twice as long. It thickened out, the head becoming flared and flat, as the flesh took on a splotch brown-and-pink coloration.
Zack's musk, not particularly pleasant at the best of times, started to take on a thick and bestial barnyard stink. He snorted in his sleep, kicking his legs and pushing off his boxers, which showed clearly that his legs were now covered in thick brown hair. His tailbone started to grow, the tip becoming fluffy and fuzzy as it swished left and right.
He yawned, then tried to rub his eyes with his hands, but they were bunched into darkening fists. As they fused into firm, wide hooves, he opened his eyes blearily, then tried to yelp in shock. What emerged was a loud, blaring HEE-HAW! After a moment's shock, he glared at you, realising what was happening, and fell from the couch onto all fours as his feet followed the changes to his hands, fusing into big black hooves. He tries to speak, but his voice is cracked and shifting. "Dude, what the HEE-HAW, what the heck are you HEE-HAW!"
His body barreled out, becoming wide and strong as his bones cracked into a quadrupedal gait, and his face grew into a large, hairy donkey snout. His long hair flopped over his eyes and grew in a mane down the back of his growing neck, leaving a large and smelly feral donkey glaring at you in the room.
Well that was fun. But seriously, aren't you forgetting something?
[[Forgetting to play with that cute donkey dick maybe!]]
(set: $fatzack to true)
Something light but appropriately embarrassing would be appropriate for this, you think. You know the perfect spell! You wave your hands, and clear your throat.
Light zapped from your fingers into Zack's belly, and his shirt started to ride up, revealing his hairy pink chest. His lithe, thin form began to pudge out a little, his belly swelling and growing. It bulged out bigger and bigger, rapidly becoming a big round ball that jutted out over his boxers.
Of course, the belly wasn't the only part affected. Zack's limbs started to soften and widen with a layer of chub, particularly his thighs. His shirt was soon stretched over a pair of big squishy moobs, and his face grew rounded, even forming a double-chin.
He snorts and yawns, waking up and looking down at himself to see that he is now a chubby, hairy fatass. You think it looks quite good personally. While he glares at you, you start to wonder if you were forgetting something. "Dude, if I had known you were gonna be a dick and pork me up, I wouldn't have cut myself down to just one burger for lunch."
[[Make him more piggish!]]
You take hold of Zach by the shoulders, clear your throat, and then scream at him at the top of your voice. You then fall over and curl up into a ball, whimpering.
You feel better after that. But it hasn't really helped your situation. You need a plan.
The exam will have already started. From what you know, it takes the form of a complex spell, for which you need to gather the reagents, learn the ritual, and cast it atop the university tower. You know this from a few of your terrible dropout friends, whom you often skip class to smoke weed with.
Which of course has nothing to do with your current dire straits.
At any rate, there are options available. If you can weasel out the requirements from one of the instructors, you might just be able to rush into a pass. You have all day, after all.
You look over at the clock on the wall, and for a moment you remember repeatedly slamming your snooze button this morning.
Ok, you have most of the afternoon. You can do this.
First things first - you need to get to your dorm room and fetch your spellbooks. You would think that would be easy, right?
[[To the dormitories!]]
That would be extremely unwise. Wizards take exams very seriously. The great chasm of all-consuming death in Westeria was caused by a particularly brutal demarking for poor handwriting.
[[What's the worst that could happen?]]
You carefully balance the hassle of getting out of bed and dressed with a hangover, versus the hassle of suffering ominous torment from the invigilators.
Going back to bed it is!
Of course, when you are rudely woken up hours later, you find yourself suspecting that your choice was not optimal. Several masked sorcerors drag you from your bed and frogmarch you to the Dean's office. He looks at you from behind his desk, his glasses shining in the dim light. He enchants them to do that, he thinks it makes him more intimidating.
"Student, you are found guilty of a class C slothfulness. Your punishment will be proportional and immediate." He snaps his fingers, and the wizard wearing a lion mask pushes you over, while one wearing a lizard mask and one wearing a falcon mask pull over some sort of strange stocks. They lock it around your neck, leaving your head sticking out. It's then that you notice the wall behind the Dean - it's covered in hunting trophies. Heads of dragons, lions, buffalo, a massive variety of glassy-eyed beasts.
As you watch, the masked invigilators walk to the back of the room and drop their cloaks. Below the neck, they're all wooden mannequins! They pull off their masks, which you now realise are actually trophy heads just like the ones on the walls. Once they hook themselves onto the empty spaces on the wall, the wooden bodies go limp and lifeless.
It's then that you feel itchiness all over your face. You snort, and see something large and brown growing between your eyes. (if: $form is "donkey")[Your donkey muzzle stretches and changes colour.]Your nose darkens and becomes wide as short brown fur covers your face, and you realise you're looking at a long muzzle! Your tongue stretches in your new jaw, and your teeth become flat and wide. You feel your ears stretch and twitch as they grow pointed and furry, while your hair falls out in clumps. Finally, two bumps grow on your forehead, slowly stretching and widening uncomfortably, until they begin to branch and split, growing into massive and handsome antlers.
The Dean stands up and walks over, before taking hold of your head and pulling firmly. You yelp as you come free from your torso, and he turns you around to see your body has disappeared.
"You will remain a trophy until you have demonstrated sufficient obedience that you can apply to be a servant of the university."
With that, you are hung on the wall next to the others. Your old life has come to an end...
You run down the tower stairs, passing a few of your schoolmates as you do. They're all clearly partway through the exam already, with some of them carrying vials of potions or glowing plants.
No help to you though. Each student's required spell is different, and you missed the part where you were assigned one.
As you exit Zach's dormitory tower, the ground beneath you shifts and moves slightly. You look out into the quad to see squares of grass moving around, and the towers of the academy rearranging themselves. A few classrooms float up into the air idly, and you remember what's happening. The university is shifting again. Every now and then, all the rooms and buildings will change form and function. The fully graduated wizards think that this keeps the students on their toes.
Wizards are dicks.
By the time you reach the lobby to what was previously your dorm, a feat you are forced to achieve by leaping across floating chunks of the Beshlen Memorial Fresher-Dunking Fountain, you find that none of the halls you were expecting are present.
A bored-looking satyr stares at you from over a receptionist desk. You wonder whether his goatee is just a satyr thing, or if he's going for the sullen hipster look. It could easily be both.
"You're late. Everyone else already picked a new building for their belongings to be shipped to. I was just about to assign your crap to get recycled."
Not your stuff! Your band posters, that one guitar pick you found on the street, your collectable owlbear statue! For a moment it strikes you that you don't actually have much of value in your terrible apartment. The satyr continues.
"There's two room choices that aren't fully booked yet. Pick one."
[[Pick Room G on the top floor]]
[[Pick Room C in the basement]]
Reluctantly, you pick Room G. It's at least on the top floor of the building you're already in, so that should save some time.
The satyr pulls some levers and turns a small key, and the walls around you shift subtly. You wait for him to give you your new room key, but he just glares at you. Eventually you ask, in your politest hungover raspy cough, what the fuck he's playing at.
"Room G doesn't have locks. Or doors. Enjoy. It's on the sixth floor."
Well, that's ominous. But too late to complain now. You leave through what looks like it is probably a staircase, and start climbing. Floor one, floor two...then floor two some more as you struggle for breath, then eventually onwards.
At some point, you reach floor five, and look around for more stairs. There don't seem to be any, just a skylight up to the roof. Opening it hesitantly, you look outside to see a sign nailed to a chimney that says "ROOM G: FLOOR SIX". And in a heap next to it, all your belongings in a pile.
Well this is just great. Sighing, you climb up onto the roof and grab your things. You can deal with this later, you have other priorities at the moment. However, you jump in surprise as a football bounces against the chimney and lands at your feet. A deep voice shouts from behind you. "Hey mate! Mind throwin' that back?"
You turn around and see the creature who was speaking. It's an enormous grey male, around six and a half feet tall. His skin is stony grey, his feet are a pair of enormous clawed talons, and his massive wings and horned head would indicate pretty clearly that this is a gargoyle. He and several others are wearing football shirts and grinning at you.
[[Couldn't hurt to have a quick game|Gargoyles]]
[[Grab your stuff and go]]
(if: $form is "pigman")[You had assumed that being an enormous fat pig would get you out of having to play sports. Though admittedly they seem to be having a great time. ]It does look sort of fun. You grab the ball and head over, and the gargoyles pat your back affectionately.
"Nice, mate! Get in!"
They're all so tall and muscular. To your surprise, their stony skin is actually quite smooth and enjoyable to touch. As you kick the ball around with them, you can't help but look down at their huge and muscular clawed feet, and that causes you to notice they aren't wearing pants, and they all have massive uncut smooth grey cocks. The longer you play, the harder and firmer those cocks get. Well, larger, at least. They're made of stone, so even when they're flaccid they're probably rock hard. Soon you are playing with a gang of fully erect, enormous gargoyle men, and they seem to be spending a lot of time bumping into you and rubbing against you.
You start to get sweaty and tired as the game goes on, but they never seem to slow down at all. Soon you can't move out of the way when they get close, and one of them seems to grab you deliberately, and moans in a deep, gravelly voice. Thick and cold grey goop gushes onto your back and drips down your clothes, the weight of it uncomfortably heavy.
"Sorry mate! Shit happens with us gargs, y'know?"
Did he just...jizz on you? You touch the goop and look at it. It's soft concrete. Two of the gargoyles move up to you and pull off your shirt. "Here mate, I'll wash it for ya!" The other grabs your armpits and lifts you easily, to allow the first one to pull off your pants and shoes, leaving you suddenly naked. "These too!" Then, before you can do anything, they both grunt and growl, their massive cocks splattering you with even more gushes of soft, wet concrete.
The taller one drops you, and you struggle to move, but the concrete is so heavy. The other gargoyles walk up close, stroking their cocks with massive clawed hands, and load after load of rocky cum coats your legs and body. Movement becomes even harder as the heavy concrete starts to cover you completely. You try to yell out, but the jocky gargoyles all moan at once and spray your head and chest with cum.
Everything goes dark, and you can't move at all. But somehow you can still breathe. Or rather, you don't feel like you need to breathe at all. It feels rather calming, actually. You don't realise it, but the gargoyles are carrying you to the corner of the roof, and using their powerful hands to push and carve the stone around you into the form of a handsome new gargoyle. Carving you a pair of huge and powerful clawed feet clenching the corner of the roof. A thick and muscular tail, a pair of enormous powerful wings. Even a new massive stony cock.
When you awaken, you will be opening your eyes and flexing your muscular new gargoyle body. Of course, you'll have failed your test...but gargoyles all get sports scholarship. Your new life as a jock will be quite a fun one!
[[Revert the spell!]]
[[Ponder a change of major]]
A basement room doesn't sound too bad. You spend all your time in dark dank rooms as it is anyway. You sign quickly. The satyr then pulls some levers and switches, and you hear the walls grind as they shift. You expect him to give you your new room key, but what he actually hands over is a huge and rusty brass key that you'd expect to go in a barn door or something.
Not too surprising, you suppose. Wizards aren't exactly known for keeping up to date on things. Professor Bleazy still canes students even though that was banned fifty years ago. To be fair, he is a time traveler. From the future.
You take the key and dash outside, heading over to the building labeled on the key. But when you get there, your heart sinks. Teetering over the edge of the long drop is the rickety wooden university stables.
That cocksucking satyr really fucked you on this one. You use the key and enter, looking around. The ground floor is mostly tools and equipment, with a staircase leading down. Following it reveals the reason that the stable dangles over the cliff edge - there's a large wooden door that can be opened up into thin air, and all of the stalls were holding in a variety of enormous yellow birds. The creatures had long necks, smooth rounded beaks, large powerful legs, and small but still functional wings. They were bocobos. They used to be called something else, until someone cast DONTSUEME, and everyone forgot the previous name.
Naturally, your stuff is in the only empty stall.
[[Go in and grab it |Become chocobo]]
[[Use a hook to fish it out]]
[[Fetch the stablehand]]
You have no time for this. You shove open the wooden door and step inside, grabbing your pouch and wands and robes. However, when you try to leave, you find that you can't quite figure out the latch.
The wooden door is only about half the height of a normal one, and there's a small metal latch on the outside which hooks onto a hoop. It should be quite simple to open it, right? You try poking it, and pressing at it with your face, with no luck. Not surprising, really, it's hard to focus with all this constricting, heavy crap on your body. You sit down on the hay that is your bed and pull off your boots and socks, then flex your growing feet as your skin starts to toughen and turn yellow. Then you drop your robe and push off your pants and tunic before your growing yellow feathers make them too tight.
You flex, feeling much more comfortable naked. You don't need clothes with your beautiful thick coat of golden feathers. You try again to unhook the latch, but fumble it in your fingers. You look down and see your fingers growing long and thin, turning rapidly into strong wing feathers. It's then that you realise that something is terribly wrong.
You're trying to open something with your wings! Clearly you mustn't be fully awake. That's just silly. You bend your changing wings at your sides and crane your head over the gate as your neck grows long and flexible. Your body bulges out, your legs growing long and strong, and your feet spreading out across the ground as each toe becomes huge, muscular and clawed. You try to nudge the latch, but it's tough since your beak doesn't seem to be working right. You wiggle your butt as long tailfeathers grow in, and then finally your face starts to harden and stiffen. Your mouth pushes out into a thick, strong rounded beak.
Your attempts to open the gate are interrupted, however, when the stableboy walks over and rubs your feathery head. You chirp at him happily, and he feeds you a crisp, delicious green plant. Your eyes darken into wide, dumb animal eyes as your brain degrades into that of a happy bird.
Returning to the quad, you check your stuff and take a deep breath.
Ok, most of the examiners are going to be busy. You only know of one who's still around. Professor Gratson was working on spell combinations and won't be doing any exam stuff for a few hours.
You rush over to his lecture building, pausing only momentarily to sign a petition in the quad to repeal petitions, then try to run up the stairs to his office. Being so terribly out of shape, this turns out to be an awful idea. Several minutes later, you drag your wheezing body into his room and see him writing notes and waving symbols in the air.
Professor Gratson is a handsome older man. He forgoes the usual wizard robes to instead wear a suit and tie, which goes well with his distinguished bearded face. When he sees you enter, he smiles, which causes his bushy salt-and-pepper moustache to twitch up. "Ah, perfect! I need a second person to help me with this spell combination."
This is perfect! You will scratch his back and he will scratch yours. You quickly explain your issue, and he raises one grey eyebrow. "This is very much normally against the rules...but my research takes priority over examinations. As a lecturer, I am willing to do almost anything to avoid having to interrupt my work to actually 'teach'." He grabs your shoulders and lines you up carefully.
"The theory is this. You are aware of the spells TEL and RAPH? TEL reads minds, and RAPH allows the caster to communicate with and understand animals. It is my suspicion that RAPH actually alters the mind of the caster so that the animal behaviour can be translated, and I'd like to test that by using TEL simultaneously."
You tuned out about halfway through that, so you just nod and go along with it. Mind reading, spell combo, etc etc. You wave your fingers idly.
The spell takes hold, though it doesn't do much without an animal around to talk to. Your vision just takes on the slightly tinted hue of active magic. Professor Gratson then touches his forehead carefully, and stares at you. You feel his consciousness touching against your mind, though nothing particularly special seems to be happening. Clearly he disagrees though, as his expression looks fascinated.
"Incredible...this mindset, these thoughts...yes, of course! Now this makes perfect sense! During the spell, you think you are still thinking human thoughts but in actuality...I wonder..."
His expression changes a little, and he flexes his fingers. You feel him extending the duration of your spell and strengthening his own. You're starting to feel a bit odd. Your tongue lolls from your mouth, and you scratch your leg with your foot. He grins, and speaks in his deep, masculine voice. "Sit." Immediately, you find yourself squatting down on the floor. "Roll over." Your body reacts instantly, a desire to obey consuming your thoughts as you roll onto your back, posing your arms in a begging pose. What the hell is happening?!
[[Cancel the spell|More dog]]
[[Shout at him|More dog]]
While you're trying to think of a plan, your clothes start to slide off your body. You shake them off, and step out of your jeans as fur begins covering your body. You just can't seem to focus. You need to behave like a dog. How can a dog escape...
You instinctively raise your back leg, and sigh with relaxation as you pee out a stream of fluid onto your master's carpet. He yelps and pushes you back, then sighs.
"Damnit. Now that I think about it I probably can't be bothered dealing with house training a dog."
He waves a counterspell, and you blink as suddenly you're back to normal. Well, normal, naked, and peeing. Red-faced, you pull your clothes back on and stand up. Master - you mean, the professor - looks through his notes and strokes his beard.
"Here we are, the exam notes. You need to summon a chimera for your assignment. Magic components are gryphon feathers and satyr cum. Now please, I need to write up these details, and decide which professor would make the cutest dog."
Not wanting to spend any longer here and end up licking the professor's feet (though that might be nice now that you think about it), you slip outside. Gryphon feathers and satyr cum. That shouldn't be too hard. Both of those things are available at any normal corner store.
Wait, damnit. The stores are all closed for exam day! You'll need to collect them manually. You need to think fast, since the gryphons will all be heading off in a few hours. Gryphons nest not far from the school, but they put up a weirding wall during exam time and humans who pass through it turn instantly to ash. Still, you won't let the possibility of dying horrifically prevent you from failing an exam.
You try to summon up a counterspell, but you just want to sniff things and lick things and CHASE SQUIRRELS! Your master rubs between your head again, and you pant more, your tail thumping left and right. He helps pull off your shirt, and you step out from your pants, shaking it all off. You don't need that stuff! You're a good dog!
Master says some stuff in his human talk, but you don't understand it. You don't need to know many human barks except the important ones, like walkies. He gives you a stick, and you almost go nuts with glee as you take it in your mouth. Your body is shrinking, while fur grows all over you with a prickly, itchy feeling. You raise your rearpaw and scratch yourself, particularly behind your ear. Speaking of which, your ears are growing longer and wider. Fur covers them as they flop over. Which is good, dog ears should be big!
Your feet start to grow long while you grow firm, dark pawpads on your toes. They suit your toenails now, since they're dark sharp claws. You bounce around, feeling more and more happy and puppyish. Your gold fur looks so great! Your tail is so fun! You love paws and sticks! Your face pushes out into a long muzzle, and your nose darkens as your sense of smell suddenly goes into overdrive. You smell the leather of the chair, the wood polish, the musty books. But you especially smell Master! He smells wonderful! You love Master!
As your mind and body degrades completely into a labrador puppy, you feel for a moment that there's something important you are forgetting about. But then Master takes off his shoes, and all of that is forgotten as you nuzzle and lick his feet. You love being a dog!
[[Lick Master's feet]]
The dragon's enormous belly is sign enough that getting in his mouth would be a terrible idea. Still, at the same time, balls don't sound like a normal travelling carriage. You can't believe this is even happening to you, it's like some drunk furry is writing your life with one hand.
At any rate, you sigh and say you'd like to take the balls. Cratax sits up and spreads his legs, stroking his gigantic cock and patting his soft balls. Each one is the size of a beach ball, and his cock is like a massive sleeping bag.
"Bro, it'll be fine. Slip inside, curl up nice and tight, and I'll jizz you out over at the gryphon side. It'll be wicked!"
You step forward, and Cratax puts his forepaw behind you and guides you in close. His cock radiates heat, and the smell of it is intensely erotic. It's strangely spicy and musky, and it makes you feel a little entranced and confused. You find yourself stroking the massive erection, feeling the smooth flesh, before you pull it down to face you. The tip leaks a little clear, slippery pre. Surely you can't actually fit in here? You press your hand to the tip, and it flexes and stretches easily. Your fingers are slowly pulled inside, followed by your hand. You push your other hand in, feeling the firm tight warmth within the dragon's cock. Experimentally, you try to pull your forearms free, but while you can push in with ease, pulling out seems impossible.
Your arms sink in deeper, and you gulp and hesitate before putting your head inside. This might be the last time you see sunlight. But you are pretty much stuck now. You push your head against the tip, and it opens slickly and drags you in. Inside, there is very little light, only a faint redness. It's dark, warm, and slimy. The musky stink of sex assaults your nose, and you taste pre in your mouth. Cratax's cock seems to almost swallow, dragging you in past your shoulders and chest. Another 'gulp', and your crotch slides effortlessly into the enormous penis. For a moment you kick your legs helplessly, and then you slip inside completely. You slide down a slippery tight warm tunnel, and eventually you're spit out into a tight small cavern. You curl up into a ball and wait, tasting cum while it soaks your clothes.
You feel Cratax lifting into the air, and you're jostled around inside his balls as he flies. You can do nothing but wait. Unfortunately, while you wait, you start to feel weird. Your body is wet and sticky, and you feel so weak. You flop back, looking at yourself in the dim red light. Your skin is whiter and paler than before. It even looks sort of translucent. You struggle and twitch, but you can barely move. Your clothes begin to drop from your body, collapsing into rags which then disappear into more cum. You try to lift your arms and legs, but they just droop and splash into the massive pool of cum all around you.
You struggle one last time, then cough up cum as you collapse into jizz completely. You are still aware and conscious, but your entire body is now just thick, creamy, musky jizz. Cratax's voice rumbles outside and you hear it all around you.
"Oops! Guess my balls were hungry bro. Don't worry, I'll let you out like I promised. If you're lucky maybe I'll see a hot dragon and you can become a dragon egg. If not, guess you're a cumstain!"
You never expected to end your life as dragon cum, but it looks like you're never making it to that exam.
You might be about to see the sun for the last time, so you say a short protection spell, and look up at the sky. Fuck! The sun is bright! This is why you stay indoors all day.
Cratax grins wider and curls his body over, rolling onto his belly and opening his massive maw wide. His enormous tongue lolls out and his fangs drip with drool. Part of your mind says that walking into a dragon's mouth is really unwise, but considering your life choices so far, you obviously don't listen to that part of your mind often.
You get on all fours and crawl onto the dragon's wet, warm tongue, and he closes his enormous muzzle over you, trapping you in darkness. His saliva soaks your clothes as you feel him flying up into the air. At every moment you expect him to swallow you and send you to your doom, but it never seems to happen. Before long, his maw opens up again and you're spat out onto the grass. You look up to see Cratax gagging and rubbing his tongue.
"FUCK! YOU TASTE AWFUL! How much weed do you smoke?!"
Haha, once again, being a terrible layabout pays off. The dragon throws a sphere of some sort at your feet. "Here, use this to get back. No way are you ever getting in my mouth again. I was going to eat you, but I'm pretty sure you must be poisonous." He then flies off, grumbling the entire way.
Here you are, on a grassy plateau, only a few feet away from the rocky cliffs where you can see gryphon nests. Just got to grab a feather and get out of here.
[[A grassy plateau]]
You have no time to negotiate with gryphons. You'll just sneak up behind one and grab a feather from the nest. This will be easy. Your life as a lazy, sheltered stoner student has definitely prepared you to be stealthy in untamed nature.
You manage to sneak around the edge of the cliff and climb up near one of the nests. You figure that will give you more space, particularly since this seems to be the biggest nest. However, once you pull your head up over the edge, you realise that you have made a terrible mistake.
You find yourself looking directly into the firey orange eyes of a gigantic black gryphon. The silver streaks in his feathers indicate that this is probably the patriarch of the clan. His voice is like a rumbling avalanche.
"Well well, a little thief thinks he can sneak into my territory, does he?"
In an instant, his enormous claw has grabbed you and pulled you into the nest. His body seems to be growing even larger and more powerful, and it takes you a moment to realise that you're actually shrinking. Your pants slide off your legs and drop into a pile. The gryphon king pulls off your shirt and robe with his fore talon, and you feel your body tingling as you grow soft white fur all over yourself. Your ears stretch up over your head, and twitch as they grow long and fuzzy. Your nose twitches and wiggles cutely. You feel your feet growing long and strong, while your body becomes tubby and pear-shaped.
Soon, you are nothing but a tiny helpless bunny in the gryphon's grip. He chuckles and drops you, and you tremble in terror at his now-gargantuan form. His voice almost makes you wet yourself in fear.
"Now, little thief, you had better hope you are a fast learner. You can sneak around this plateau all you want, there's nowhere to go, and soon we'll be hungry. Good luck..."
You hop and dash away, wiggling your tail as you scamper to a hiding spot. You're not going to make it to the exam, and if you're not very lucky, you might not make it to tomorrow either.
You sneak up behind them, but they spot you easily because you're drunk and terrible. They turn you into a bunny as punishment. Better hope they're not hungry!
Directness has served you well so far, you see no reason why it shouldn't work now. You stride straight up the mountain path and pull yourself up a ledge, finding yourself staring right into the beaked face of a massive and powerful male gryphon.
He's currently lying on his back, his head facing you, with his feline legs outstretched, while he grasps his cock in one clawed hand and strokes it. He pants and moans, his leg twitching, until he spots you and squawks in shock.
Well, directness is the way you decided to go. You stretch, crack your neck, and walk around the enormous beast's body and jump up onto his soft, fuzzy belly. He blushes, and yelps. "AH! A human!?"
You hold his beak closed, stroke his chest, and then turn around and hold his thick cock in both hands. He squawks again, more breathlessly this time, and his feathery little ears twitch. His lion tail swishes side to side as you pump him up and down, and for a moment, he looks at you with an intense lust and desire. But then he pushes you off and blushes, covering his beak with both hands. "I'm sorry! I can't! It's not allowed!" he squawks. He hesitates, looks at you longingly, then runs away, shouting behind him as he goes "Talk to my dad! He can help you with your human stuff!"
[[Just get a feather from the elder gryphon and go]]
[[Get to know this younger gryphon]]
He growls in frustration and tosses the coin at you. "Correct. FUCK. So close to dropping this shitty job! I should never have taken a bet with the previous mail satyr." He glares at you, then rubs his crotch, causing his furry sheath to slowly reveal a growing thick red cock. It bulges and swells to a respectable size and girth.
Not needing to be told twice, and since you're getting rather good at this, you get on your knees and start to stroke his glistening red meat with your hand. The musky aroma of his furry crotch is rather appealing, and maybe you just have a thing for men in uniform, but you can't help but take a taste. You lick the side of his cock, then open your mouth and slip his meat inside, sucking it slowly while your nose bobs against his soft fuzzy crotch.
Satyrs are notoriously horny creatures, so it doesn't take too much of your bobbing head to get him grunting and panting, particularly once you start to rub his furry balls as well. His leg twitches, his short tail wiggles, and he bleats loudly as he starts to cum. The first of it gushes into your throat, the taste thick and rich, but then you quickly pull your head away and allow him to spray white ropes of jizz all over your face and neck.
He grips your head in his hairy hands, grunting and finishing off with a few more squirts and splatters of cum, then sighs and pushes you aside before returning to his job.
That was rather messy. But now you're ready. Demon summoning time! And with barely any time to spare, as well. You scoop jizz into a pouch and find a nice clear space to start the spell. It should be quite simple. You trace a summoning ring using the cum and your finger, then burn the feather and scatter some generic magic dust. No time for a fancy casting here, you just need to get this sorted.
That's the best grade you've ever gotten. This calls for celebration!
That evening, you are relaxing in your room. (if: $donkeyzack is true)[Zack seems to have mostly given up on working off that donkey curse, along with having given up on clothes. Clearly he rather enjoyed having it enhanced by you, as he's decided to stay part-donkey. He's sitting naked on your couch, his feet now hooves, his body covered in grey fur, and his head the goofy, grinning head of a donkey man, complete with long furry ears. His shaggy hairy donkey body rather suits him, and he winks at you and gropes his enormous donkey cock when you look his way.](else_if: $pigzack is true)[Zack seems to have taken quite well to his new, porcine form. He's naked on the couch, his trotters resting on the table, and gorging himself on pizza as he strokes his enormous belly. His snorts and snuffles as he pigs out are kind of adorable.](else_if: $fatzack is true)[Zack seems to have taken quite well to his new weight. He's wearing a new shirt that says FAT LAD, and seems to be gorging himself on pizza. You wonder if he was a secret gainer all this time.](else:)[Zack has recovered from his transformative curse and is currently hogging all the weed, as usual.]
(if: $bf is "zack")[The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and some of them weren't even cursed with body swap spells. You guys have been watching Netflickers, the magical broadcast channel, and eating bad pizza and booze. It's wonderful.
As you watch, Zack starts to slide up closer to you. He puts his arm around your shoulders, and then gropes your crotch. You turn to say something, but he jumps on you, kissing and licking you eagerly. "So, I was thinking...want to be my boyfriend?"
You wonder what took him so long to ask.](else_if: $bf is "gargoyle")[The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and some of them weren't even cursed with body swap spells. You guys have been watching Netflickers, the magical broadcast channel, and eating bad pizza and booze. It's wonderful.
Just as you're about to switch to the next season of Bojack Centaur, there's a knock at the door. You struggle to get out of your beanbag chair, and manage it on the second try. You open the door to see a familiar face. It's Chris, the gargoyle! He slaps your ass and then leans in for a sudden, forceful kiss.
"Congrats on the grades! Came here to hang out. Maybe after I could congratulate ya in the bedroom."
He winks, and you grin, and wonder what it might be like to have a jock boyfriend. You get a taste of it when he changes the TV to sports without asking, but you don't mind too much, since you can't see anything but his crotch once he forces you down between his legs. This could be interesting.
](else_if: $bf is "eagle")[Your party doesn't last too long though once there's a knock on the door, and you open it to see your stablehand looking at you. He clips a leash and collar around your neck, and drags you out before anyone can say anything. As you follow behind him, staring at his feathery rump, you can't really seem to find the willpower to complain. "Come on boy, time to head back to the stables. I have a lot of riding training to teach you. And then, afterwards, I think I will take a ride on your rear as well"
Well, you have to obey your trainer, don't you?](else_if: $bf is "professor")[Your party doesn't last too long though once there's a knock on the door, and you open it to see your Master looking at you. The mature, handsome professor immediately brings back all of the submissive, obedient feelings in your head, that you were starting to recover from. You drop to your knees and start to pant, and he pets your hair. Zack leans out and looks at you curiously as your Master forces you to strip down, then collars you and walks you on all fours out of the building and to his own lodgings. It's humiliating for everyone to watch you being led along on a leash, but you barely notice.
Master is taking you for walkies!](else_if: $bf is "dragon")[The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and some of them weren't even cursed with body swap spells. You guys have been watching Netflickers, the magical broadcast channel, and eating bad pizza and booze. It's wonderful.
There's a knock on the door, and you open it to a face full of thick and smelly weed smoke. Cratax! The big dragon lumbers into your room and knocks the sofa aside with his hefty weight. "Bro! This shit is DOPE!" Seems like he enjoys the weed you got him. You manage, eventually, to set up a situation where you shove all the furniture aside and everyone sits on top of Cratax's belly as he lies down on his back.
Of course, with the distraction of the dragon under you, you don't end up watching much of the show. You spend more time kissing Cratax's scaly face and making plans to do this again the next day.](else_if: $bf is "gryphon")[The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and some of them weren't even cursed with body swap spells. You guys have been watching Netflickers, the magical broadcast channel, and eating bad pizza and booze. It's wonderful.
Just as you're about to switch to the next season of Bojack Centaur, there's a knock at the door. You struggle to get out of your beanbag chair, and manage it on the second try. You open the door to see a familiar face. Russel is curled up awkwardly in the hall, holding a small bouquet of flowers in one avian forepaw, a blush on his feathery face.
"Um, can I...do you mind if I join?"
You grin, and wonder what it might be like to have a gryphon boyfriend. You have plenty of time to find out, and you have plenty of ideas for what to show Russel about how humans fuck.](else_if: $bf is "satyr")[The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and none of them were cursed with body swap spells. You were planning to watch some shows, but satyrs know how to party, and before you knew it, the night had degraded into an orgy. As he fucked your face, with Zack pounding your ass, the satyr looking down at you and chuckled. "So I was thinking, want to hang out with me more? You're one hell of a stress reliever!"
A satyr boyfriend, eh? That is going to be exciting.](else:)[The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and some of them weren't even cursed with body swap spells. You guys have been watching Netflickers, the magical broadcast channel, and eating bad pizza and booze. It's wonderful.]
This time things are going to be different. This time you're not going to get another D. The grade, not the genitals. You get a lot of both.
You step into the circle, raise your hands, and summon up all of your magical power.
The eyes on the chimera's two heads glow a deep, hypnotic red. You start to feel dizzy and a bit weak. Your knees wobble and shake, and you fall to a kneel. The massive monster pads closer on its quiet leonine feet, and the two heads lean down and nip at your clothes. Using their mighty necks, they tear your clothes off, and you're helpless to do anything but stare, your own eyes glowing too. You try to move or struggle, but your body just won't respond.
The beast uses one enormous forepaws to push you down on your back and pin you by your belly. He then bites at your shoes and pulls them off, and licks your feet with an enormous tongue. Both heads nuzzle against your naked body, licking and kissing you. Your body feels strange and tingly, and you start to feel a cracking and pressure in your jaw. The heads push you up and then wedge you between them, and you feel your arms and legs starting to sink into the mystical beast's flesh. The power and heat of the creature's body pulses behind you. You start to feel control of your limbs again, but when you try to spread your fingers, the enormous clawed forepaws of the monster flex and move. You growl and snarl, your mind filling with violent thoughts of power and control.
Your eyes glow brighter, while your teeth sharpen and swell into enormous fangs. At first it feels like there's no room in your mouth for the daggerlike fangs, but then your bones crack and shift as you develop a smooth feline muzzle. Your nose flattens against your muzzle and becomes triangular, while your ears curl and move to the sides of your head. Hair grows thick and heavy all around your head, becoming an enormous masculine mane. You kick your hindpaws in the dirt and feel your snake tail lashing powerfully. Every part of you feels powerful, in fact. It's amazing. You want more. Golden fur covers your head, and your pupils become vertical slits.
Your two brothers, the goat and the dragon head, whisper into your ears. Talk of power, of evil, of crushing the weak and taking what you want. You have always been a chimera. A mighty, demonic beast. You will conquer this earth. You must EAT ALL THE HUMANS. You yawn and bat at your brothers with your forepaws.
"Guys, chill. Always with the eating and the killing. Can't we just relax and smoke?"
The two heads look at eachother, and wonder if they made a bad choice of third head.
[[Give into demonic energy]]
[[Whip up some counterspells]]
Not wanting to be interrupted, you peg the ball at one gargoyle's face, grab your stuff, and flee. You know a transformation scenario when you see one. You don't last long at wizard school without knowing when to avoid these things.
You use a hoe to hook your stuff and pull it out without entering the stall. You know a transformation scenario when you see one. You don't last long at wizard school without knowing when to avoid these things.
Your body seems to not react like you want it to. Your thoughts are confused and dizzy. Instead of what you meant to do, you whine and walk up to your master's feet. He leans down and rubs your head, and you feel your tail wagging. (if: $form is "donkey")[You look behind yourself and see that your tasseled donkey tail is now a fluffy, wagging canine one.](else:)[Tail? You look behind yourself to see that yes, a tail is growing from your rear and wagging happily. Master's voice feels so good to listen to as he speaks.]
"This is fascinating. The spell gives one the mind of an animal for the duration, and as such all the usual wizarding protections fail. A simple mind read to associate a feeling of dominance, as well as some extension, and any sorcerer will become a loyal pet!"
You have to do something before you become a dog completely! But you can already tell what he means. Your thoughts aren't truly human thoughts - you are thinking like a dog, but translating those thoughts roughly into human thoughts so your conscious mind can understand them. You might have to think out of the box.
[[Try to fight it and build a counterspell|Become a dog forever]]
[[PEE ON THE CARPET|Manage to escape]]
Of course! The school dragon! Cratax, that asshole. Dragons can pass through the wall harmlessly, and he should be able to protect you. He is notoriously difficult, though. This won't be easy.
You need to get to his nest. You quickly rush to Integer Tower and run down to the basement, causing a magical overflow that dumps you on the roof at floor 255. The smell of axe and stale beer assaults your nostrils. You kick aside one of the axes he collects, which are scattered over the floor. He likes to get really sweaty barbarians to rub their axes on their pits and crotches, and then keeps them because he says they make him smell manly. Dragons are weird.
He's currently lying on his back, pouring a can of beer into his massive red scaly muzzle. His enormous body is covered in thick strong scales, apart from his soles and belly, which are soft and yellow. His belly is enormous, a huge soft jiggly boulder of dragon chub. Likely from all of the students he's eaten.
He cranes his long neck over, wiggles his clawed toes, and grins. You wonder where he finds baseball caps big enough to fit him. "Hey bro! What's up?" You sigh, steel yourself, and explain your issue. He listens, his long fanged muzzle grinning. "Oh bro, I'd love to help. But ya gotta be REAL careful with the wall. You need to be tooootally covered to not die. So I figure you got two choices. You can hide in my mouth...or in my balls!"
[[Ride in his balls|Become jizz]]
[[Ride in his mouth|Reach the nest]]
[[Chill with Cratax]]
Your time is running short. Just one more ingredient. You are about to run to reception, but then you see the satyr walking away from the dorms with a messenger bag and a cute postman hat. You flag him down and ask him what's up. "The university pays like shit, man. I have like six jobs. What do you want?"
Putting on your sexiest gaze, which is a little difficult covered in dragon drool and gryphon cum, you explain that you just want some of his hot and sticky cum in your mouth, baby. Or something to that effect. It comes out slightly slurred, you haven't eaten anything all day. He just sighs. "I know you want it for a spell component, student. Do you think I'm stupid?" He taps one hoof against the road, and then smiles in a sinister manner.
"I tell you what. Let's make a bet. You win, I'll give you the cum. You LOSE, and we swap roles. You get to be the underpaid satyr, and I can laze about all day avoiding going to class."
That's a dangerous proposition. You were hoping to avoid getting a job for several more years. But you have no choice. The satyr flips a coin.
"Heads or tails?"
[[Tails|You are a satyr]]
[[Just become a satyr]]
His grin spreads wider, and he opens his hand to show that it was heads. You gulp, and try to back away, but the curse is already taking hold. You feel your forehead ache as two nubs form and start to swell. They curl out into a pair of strong goat horns, sticking out from your hair as it becomes thick and shaggy. It grows down to your shoulders, turning darker and curlier, matching up with the goatee forming on your chin.
You feel your body moving on its own, dropping your robe and pulling off your shirt and pants. Your shoes drop off as your feet harden into small, powerful goat hooves, and your ankles become long and furry. The satyr takes off his hat and start putting on your clothing. His hooves soften into familiar feet, which he pushes into your socks. His furry legs become smooth and human before he wears your pants and shoes, and pulls on your robe. His horns disappear, and his hair becomes slightly less messed up.
Soon, you are looking into your own face, like you were looking in a mirror. Your own legs become stronger and more muscular, before the are covered in thick and heavy black fur. Your chest and skin become bronzed and strong, and a thick furry treasure trail appears from your chin to your crotch. You feel your face shifting, becoming the surly and grumpy thick-eyebrowed face of the satyr. He grins and places his former hat on your head, then throws the mailbag at you.
"Enjoy your new life, sucker. I'm off to ace this test, I already looked up what was needed when I was delivering the instructions for teachers."
He walks off, leaving you with a bag full of undelivered mail, a bunch of terrible minimum wage jobs, and an enormous hair-trigger satyr cock. Well, you guess it isn't ALL bad.
The sky starts to darken and clouds gather in the air, followed by a bolt of lightning striking the centre of your circle. From the resulting smoke and ash, a shape starts to form. It is huge and muscular, unfurling to reveal clawed limbs, a massive tail, two snarling heads.
The dark shadow solidifies completely, and the stink of a mighty and powerful beast fills the field. The creature is quadrupedal, and the size of a truck. Four enormous clawed lionlike feet sink into the ground, the tops of them coated in scales. A massive and muscular scaly green tail, tipped with a venomous snake head, coils and swishes behind him. Muscles are packed all over the beast's body under his thick shaggy fur, which is gold in the front half and black at the rear. But something is wrong. Where there should be three terrifying monstrous heads, there's only a snarling scaly dragon head, and a horned goat head. The lion head is missing!
The creature flexes its enormous shoulders, and the goat head grins at you, his eyes glowing. "Human, I sense your concern. Simply enter the circle and recast the spell. I cannot lie to my summoner, I guarantee you that my full power will be completed if you do."
You'll get a bad grade if you don't summon a full chimera, but for some reason a deep-voiced red-eyed goat head doesn't seem that trustworthy.
[[Fuck this. Fuck that. It still counts as a chimera. Test passed, go home.|Finish with a D]]
[[Finish this properly!|Fix things...mostly]]
You find yourself feeling a little guilty about this. It's silly, but it's almost as though turning your supposed friend into a quadrupedal animal is an immoral thing to do. Zack huffs and shakes his head, trying to shift the shaggy mane covering his eyes. You assist him, and stroke a hand across his big furry muzzle.
You know, he's actually kind of cute like this. His look of annoyance softens a little, and he lifts one hoof and presses it on your chest. You let him push you down with his dirty hoof, until you're laying on the ground. From here, you can look up at his furry underside, the heavy musk of horny donkey washing over you. Between his legs, an enormous pink-and-black splotchy cock is standing fully erect above a massive fuzzy pair of donkey balls.
Well, fair is fair. If you're going to turn your friend into a donkey, the least you can do is help jack him off. Not like he can do it himself with those hooves. You lean up and give the throbbing meat a careful lick. It's the length of your entire torso, and thicker than your forearm. The flesh is warm against your tongue, and it tastes a little salty with sweat.
Zack is clearly enjoying the attention. He huffs and flicks his tail, then starts to hump clumsily, causing his cock to bounce against your cheek and shoulder. His rear hooves stamp on the ground. You take hold of his heavy cock in both hands and start to stroke it up and down rapidly. The enormous meaty shaft twitches and throbs, almost shaking out of your grip. The scent of arousal and sex is getting overwhelming, and you can't help but take a lick of the flared tip of Zack's cock. Pre is oozing from it freely, salty and sticky.
Clearly becoming a donkey is a very arousing process, because at that moment, Zack bucks both his hind legs and lets out a loud, braying HEE-HAW! His cock jerks powerfully in your grip, and suddenly huge eruptions of thick, smelly cum are exploding over your face. Gush after gush comes in ropey heavy strands, soaking your hair and dripping down your chest. You cough and back off, wiping your face clear as your friend pants in the overwhelming throes of a massive orgasm.
Much later, after cumming what seems like endlessly, he flops on his side back onto the couch, utterly spent. That looked like a whole lot of fun on his end. You're almost jealous...and you DO know a spell to enhance your own cock...
[[BIGGUSDICKUS|Give yourself a donkey dong]]
[[BIGGIAMDICKIAM|Make yourself a donkey dong]]
[[Enough of this, on with the plot|Forgot exam]]
(set: $pigzack to true)
Looming sensations of dread can wait. You're having too much fun with these spells! Ignoring Zack's complaints, you grab hold of his shirt and pull it with great difficulty off his jiggly, rotund body. Despite his complaints, he grins at you, clearly not as annoyed as he claims to be. You rub your hands with glee, then press them to his heavy round belly.
Zack grunts and snorts as magic rushes through him. His belly bulges and swells, and you can hear his stomach rumbling loudly under the thick layers of blubber. The flesh under your hands expands like a balloon, growing even rounder but especially wider, while his moobs each become a cute and huge soft mound above his gut. He snorts louder and more piggishly the more you rub and stroke his bare belly, and his face starts to shift from the growing and stretching of his nose. His nostrils widen and flare, while his mouth stretches forward to meet his growing nose, forming a large soft pig's snout.
"Dude seriously? I may as well give up on fitting into that shirt ever again." He grins widely, and lifts up his feet, wiggling his toes inside his socks. You pull them off, and watch as his toes fuse together and toughen. They combine into just two digits on each foot, which then become hard, firm pig's trotters. With the rest of his body porcine, it doesn't take long before Zack's ears grow then flop down at the sides, leaving him a full and heavy pig man all over. A pig man who is giving you a dirty look and licking his lips.
[[Kiss the pig boy]]
[[You're late for your exam, you know|Forgot exam]]
(set: $bf to "zack")
(set: $form to "donkey")
You cast the spell, waving your hands at the appropriate moments for dramatic effect, and then look down at your crotch as you eagerly await your upcoming cock enhancement. It doesn't take long before you feel a throb and swelling between your legs. With an eager grin, you watch as your cock thickens and lengthens, growing erect at a rapid pace. When it reaches full mast, it doesn't stop, however. Instead, you feel a rush of pleasure, and it starts to grow even larger and heavier, with a feeling of growing arousal that almost makes your knees buckle.
Unable to resist any longer, you take hold of your massive cock in both hands, and you love the feeling of it growing even wider and longer under your touch. You start to stroke and rub it, getting closer and closer to climax - but at the last moment, when you feel like you are on the precipice of feeling your huge new cock cum for the first time, you instead let out a loud, screeching HEE-HAW!
That's not right! This spell was just a cock growth one! You bray again, and your cock twitches and throbs in your grip. As you keep rubbing it, it starts getting darker in patches, creating large black splotches all over. The tip flattens and flares, while the middle of your massive manhood develops a sensitive, pleasurable ring of flesh. You have a donkey cock! You can't stop rubbing it, the pleasure is too great. But the more you rub, the more you change.
A prisoner to your own lust, you can do nothing but pump faster and faster while your ears grow long and pointed. Fur covers them, then spreads down your face and brings your mouth out forward with it. You feel yourself growing a rounded, hairy donkey face with big buck teeth, and at the same time your entire body is being covered in scruffy grey donkey fur. A barnyard aroma rises from your own pits and chest, while your tailbone flicks and twitches behind you, where it has grown into a tasseled ass's tail. It's when you feel your feet hardening and growing into large, heavy donkey hooves that you start to push with all your might against the enchantment flowing through your veins. You just need to concentrate for a moment, and you can cancel all this.
That moment never comes. Just when you feel like you almost have a grip on it, a new development arises. A pair of rough furry hands wrap around your waist, and a scruffy donkey head licks at your neck. "I knew it dude, you're predictable as fuck. Put a little enchantment on myself so that I could hijack your next self-targeted spell and unload some of this donkey curse. Didn't expect it quite like this, but I ain't saying I don't like it!" While you were distracted, Zack had managed to offload some of his feral form on you, raising himself up to the level of a donkey-man while leaving you in the same state.
Zack chooses that moment to get some revenge of his own, because one moment you feel his enormous flared cock press against your rear, and the next he's shoving himself deep inside you. His massive cock stretches your tight ass wide, but there is very little pain. Instead, with each rough thrust of his long cock deep into your furry rear, you are overwhelmed with pleasure and lust. Your friend's smelly, hot, furry body presses down on your back as he fucks you faster and harder, and before long he lets out a loud and powerful bray. You feel the heat and pressure from a powerful jet of donkey cum as it rushes into your rear, and the spell holding your cock in stasis is broken, allowing you to finally cum in an enormous mess of hot slippery white jizz all over your furry belly.
He pulls out, wet and messy, and turns you over onto your back. As you look up into his grinning furry face, you can't tell if it's some lingering spell after-effect, but he just looks like the hottest and best donkey dude you ever laid eyes on.
It's at that moment you remember you're late for your exam.
You cast the spell, waving your hands at the appropriate moments for dramatic effect, and then look down at your crotch as you eagerly await your upcoming cock enhancement. Then you wait for a while. Then you wait some more. Something should really have happened by now.
Getting impatient, you quickly drop your robe, then reach down and pull off your boots. When you do, you feel a strange, intense sensitivity and pleasure. You hesitate, then pull off your socks, which almost makes you moan with the sensitivity of your feet. That's...not right. You quickly remove your shirt and pants, biting your lower lip the entire time to help you resist the intense sensitivity of your tingling skin.
Once you're standing naked, you stroke your hands across your belly, and this time you really can't help but moan. It feels amazing - somehow even more amazing than masturbating. But something is wrong. You look around, feeling a sort of desperate empty neediness inside you, and your eyes fall on Zack's feral, quadrupedal body, his softened cock flopped hugely between his hind legs. You almost drool with a sudden need and desire.
Approaching gradually and hesitantly, you sit down next to Zack. The couch creaks loudly, not really designed to handle the weight of an entire donkey and a human on top of that too. Zack huffs his nose curiously and cranes his neck to look down at you. You take hold of his cock, which starts to harden in your grip once more. Normally what you're thinking would surely be suicidal, but somehow you feel like right now, you not only can handle this, but you need it desperately.
You roll Zack onto his back, his hooves in the air, and sit on his belly, before guiding his cockhead against your rear. The massively flared tip couldn't possibly fit inside you, but somehow you feel your hole stretching wide as you guide the massive donkey schlong inside you. You can feel the warmth and firmness filling you, more and more as you slide down his belly and guide inch after inch of that two-foot-long cock into yourself. Zack whickers and shudders with pleasure, and you are shocked at how easily this impossible task is going. Not only is there no pain, it actually feels incredible. Your hollow neediness is fading, and when you finally feel your rear bounce against the donkey's balls, you sigh with delight at having taken it all. For some reason, you feel incredibly contented.
It's then that you feel the magic inside you suddenly kick and start up much stronger than before. You cough and splutter, and some sort of salty goo emerges from your mouth. Your body is hot and throbbing all over, and you can feel a pounding in your head and chest. It takes you a moment to realise that you're feeling Zack's powerful donkey heartbeat thumping through your whole body. You look down, more pre dripping from your mouth, and touch the base of Zack's sheath. You can feel the flesh within and your rear, and there is no gap or breach. Your two bodies are merged together. Your skin, which is even more sensitive and hot than before, starts to take on dark brown splotches all over, while the parts of it that aren't turning brown start turning bright pink. Your body jerks and twitches, and Zack pants and tries to stroke you with his hooves, but can't quite manage it. A vein forms along your underside, and you shudder as a ring of flesh starts to appear around your waist. You try to speak, but only more pre splutters out, and your arms and legs are feeling weak and limp. They shrink and atrophy, while also pressing against your torso, which is now barreling out into a uniformly thick cylinder all over.
Your head is forced to angle up, while it also presses down into your torso, causing your neck to vanish. It then stretches out, flattening while your ears and nose and other facial features smooth away, leaving only your dribbling mouth. You twitch again, your limbs and features fading away completely. All that is left is an enormous, throbbing donkey cock. Though any concerns you might have about this predicament don't last long, because a sudden mindblowing pleasure explodes inside you. Every inch of your body is white-hot with sudden lust, and an enormous pressure below you is released. Heat rushes up through your entire body, and erupts from your mouth. Zack, overcome once again with orgasm, brays as your mouth sprays him all over with thick, sticky musky donkey jizz.
By the time you finish spraying cum and start to soften, your thoughts have degraded into simplistic ideas about sex and cum and arousal. You have no concept of having ever been human. You are a donkey cock, and you need to cum.
(set: $bf to "zack")
(set: $form to "pigman")
Who knew that scrawny hairy Zack would make such an attractive pig? You just can't help yourself. You lean down, take hold of his head, and kiss his wide flat snout. His enormous tongue licks and rolls around yours, and his fat but powerful arms wrap around your waist. As you kiss and enjoy his strangely smooth and pleasurable face against yours, he rubs your back and along your sides, then presses his fat, rough hands against your own thin chest. He looks up at you with a lusty, mischievous glance, and mutters something into your mouth with his newly-deeper voice. "Porkus malorcus, dude."
You feel a jolt of energy push from his hands into your chest, and the next thing you know, your belly is swelling and growing as the magic takes hold. Zack takes advantage of your surprise to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up over your body, so that he can rub your enormous gut against his own even bigger one. Any complaints you may have are muffled as he presses his wide muzzle to your own growing one. You feel your nose widen and snuffle against his, and your ears growing wide and pointed before they flop over. Your trousers strain, not only from your fat and heavy thighs, but also from your rock hard piggy cock.
Zack gropes and plays with your crotch with his rough hands, and you feel your toes tear through your socks in the form of hard pig trotters. You can't seem to care though, because Zack undoes your zipper, reaches inside, and pulls out your cock, which is thicker than ever before. He strokes it in his hands, and then opens his snout and engulfs your cock in his mouth, where he sucks on it with his wide and hot tongue. With the pleasure of your changing form and the strange lumbering feeling of your bigger body, it doesn't take you long for your new girthy cock to unload an enormous gush of semen into Zack's mouth.
As you pull it free, your hog cock still dripping and oozing, you find yourself overcome with feelings of lust and desire to the big cocky pig guy that your friend has become. While you'd love to explore that more, something very important is niggling at your thoughts.
(set: $form to "gargoyle")
Damnit, you have no time for this! As sexy as the dumb rockjocks may be, you have a test to fulfill. Before the petrification takes complete hold of your mind, you surge some magic chaotically through your stone form. Light glows through cracks all through you, and you flex and roar as you stand up on tottering new claws.
You look down at your body, surprised to see grey stony flesh, enormous claws, sculpted muscles. You're still a gargoyle! You flex your clawed hands, and experimentally spread your wings. They feel satisfyingly large and heavy. In fact, your entire body feels strong and sexy. Particularly the massive cock hanging between your legs. Not many people can say they are rock-hard even when they're soft! You can definitely get used to this.
The gargoyles - well, the other gargoyles, are tossing a ball just a few feet away. The one who took the lead in changing you flicks his long muscular tail and winks at you. It's very tempting to stay just a little longer.
[[Make out with the gargoyle]]
You feel a cool, refreshing rain starting to patter against your hard stone body. You don't feel the need to move at all, or even think. The rain is washing at your stone body, taking away your magic bit by bit, and with no flesh inside you, you are unable to restore it. You can tell that you need to use the last of your reserves to undo this and escape, but somehow you just don't want to.
Being a statue feels good. No worries, no cares. Having magic was a hassle. Here you can just sit and relax and watch the world moving by. When the last of your spell reserves wash away, you actually feel relieved.
Maybe when you get sick of being inanimate, the other gargoyles can help animate you into a sport-loving stone bro like them. Or maybe you'll just be an awesome decoration forever. Either way, you no longer care about that, or anything at all.
(set: $bf to "gargoyle")
You flex your new toes and walk over to the other gargoyles. Your body seems to move easier and faster than before. It feels amazing just to move these stone muscles. The tallest gargoyle raises his hand and gives you a high five. Your stone palms make a very satisfying boom sound. No wonder these guys love this shit. You then jump as he reaches down and slaps your ass, too. His voice is deep and confident. "Hey there. Name's Chris. Short for Chrysoprase. Good to see a new bro, even if he's a shrimp!" he says.
Now that he mentions it, all of the other gargoyles do look taller and wider than you. Probably a side effect of the accelerated way you handled the transformation. "So, joinin' the team? We're always looking for new frat brothers!" he says. Well, you came this far. A little hesitantly, you nod, and the gargoyles all start to circle around you. Chris grins wide, his beaked stone face looking incredibly masculine and attractive. "Glad to hear it, new brother! Course, there's the initiation ceremony. Get on your knees, new pledge."
You do so, with a little help from the other gargoyles pushing down on your shoulders. One by one, they stroke their massive stone cocks to full mast, then take you by the face and shove their smooth cocks into your throat. Enormous powerful cock after powerful cock is shoved into your throat, in and out, in and out. You expected it to be rough and unpleasant, rubbing stone on stone, but somehow the stone flexes and moves like flesh when it pumps and fucks your face.
Each gargoyles cum blows into your throat like hot magma, and you find yourself craving more. By the time the last one comes, you almost pounce onto it, desperate to suck your brother's stone pillar and be rewarded with cum. When the final load flows into your belly, you flop onto your back, looking up at the grinning faces of your frat brothers, and feel an overpowering desire to please and obey them. Part of you knows that you've been mentally affected, but you honestly don't care. You're the new pledge, and you're gonna service your brothers.
Later, at least. For now, you drag yourself to your feet, Chris rubs your head playfully, and you totter off back to your mission with a dizzy smile on your stony beak.
You don't intend to get yourself turned into poultry. Stables and pens and stuff are transformation central. You look around for someone who works here and will know how to avoid any of the curses this sort of place is known for. There must be some sort of employee to feed the dumb birds right?
Struggling in vain to find anyone, you try on a whim to look out into the drop. There's a handhold to grip while you look, and you can see the clouds below you, forming a fluffy white sea. You look to the sides as well, and that's when you see someone sitting on a ledge at the side of the stable. He's wearing a pair of leather shorts and nothing else, which makes sense, because he looks like an eagle. His feet are enormous yellow talons, he has a massive brown set of wings on his back, and his face is a curved and vicious, yet somehow handsome beak. Dark eyes look over to you, under a brow made of finely-groomed white feathers. He stands up and drops from the ledge, then swoops up to you on mighty wings, before landing gracefully on the wooden planks in front of you. "Greetings. Can I help you?" he says, in a deep and formal voice.
You explain the situation, and he looks over to your pen. "There might be a problem. I have a bocobo male booked for that pen. You don't really look like a bocobo, if you don't mind me saying, so I can't really just give you the items in there." he says. Well, this is perfect. It looks like the satyr has screwed you even more that you anticipated. You try desperately to plead with the eagle, and he finally relents. "Look, I know how this sort of situation is. I know you probably don't want to just be a big dumb bird for people to ride on. I can look the other way while you try to get your stuff, or we could find a situation we're both happy with. No one said it has to be a feral bocobo. Having feathers is the best way to be, and I could help you get some."
You look him up and down, taking in his tight, lithe and muscular body, coated with perfectly pristine feathers. A strong and dangerous beak, large and athletic talons. You can't say it's not tempting.
[[Make out with the eagle guy]]
[[Use a hook to fish it out]]
Sooner or later, in this place, everyone ends up losing their human form. You may as well lose it on your own terms. You step closer to the eagle and press your cheek to his smooth, hard beak. He opens it, sliding out a strong and long tongue, which you kiss and lick. His hands reach under your shirt and stroke your stomach, and you feel a jolt of energy. Your muscles ache for a moment, then tighten and grow harder under your skin. You feel an ache like you just worked out for weeks, then it fades, leaving you with muscles that are growing tight, athletic and powerful. (if: $form is "pigman")[Your fat pig belly has disappeared like it was never there.]
Your skin tingles and prickles with pins and needles all over, where hairlike objects are pushing out. They grow and spread, forming feathers all over your body. Unlike the eagle, your feathers are golden-yellow, as well as softer and downier. He kisses you more as your face starts to harden. Your nose and mouth push out and grow into one, then turn yellow as the flesh changes to avian chitin. Your growing beak is shorter and rounder than your stablehand's, and your two beaks clack and tap together as you try to get used to kissing with a beak.
For some reason, you feel a little concerned that you're thinking of the eagle as "your" stablehand. But it's hard to focus on why you'd mind. He looks after you, he grooms you, he rides you. Normal, right? Your feathers grow in all over, and fan out at your rear as you grow tailfeathers. Your feet grow and stretch, clawing into the ground, as the flesh turns into dark brown, firm, segmented skin. Each long toe grows a massive talon, and you are left with stronger, longer and wider feet than even your stablehand has. Unlike him, however, you don't get wings on your back. Instead, your arms grow long feathers all along the sides, leaving you fluffy and feathery all over.
The stablehand strokes your head, and pulls off your clothes, before replacing them with a leather harness. You find yourself obeying his motions and commands, and letting him strap you up and buckle it together. "Alright then, good. Now, you can get your stuff and continue your business, but make sure to be back here later for riding lessons after classes. You're one fine bird, boy."
(set: $bf to "eagle")
(set: $form to "eagle")
You press your wet canine nose against the sole of your Master's socked foot. You can smell all sorts of things about him. The warm, musky, powerful and dominant aroma of your owner. You smell his maturity and power and how much he's walked around and worked today.
In fact, as you nuzzle and sniff his feet, you're getting some very un-dog-like feelings. Your cock emerges from its sheath and starts to harden. You bite the tip of Master's socks and tug them off, revealing his strong, wide feet. He watches with interest as you wag your tail and start to lick and lap at his soles. You can taste his slightly salty sweat, feel the warmth of his feet. Being underfoot makes you feel horny and obedient and submissive. He's saying something in his deep and powerful voice, but you don't understand human words.
What happens next, that you understand. Master unzips his pants, pulls them down, and frees his cock from the firm bulge of his underwear. It bobs in the air, massive and powerful and perfect. Part of you feels like you have a choice in the matter. But part of you knows you're only going to do one thing.
[[Suck Master's cock]]
[[Suck Master's cock]]
[[Suck Master's cock]]
You gnaw on your stick, and then Master pulls on it. You growl playfully and tug back, until he says something firmly, and you obediently let go. But then he tosses it into the air, and you go mad with delight. You bound after it and pick it up, then return it to him, your tail wagging so fast it feels like it might fly off. Then he throws it again!
Every time seems more exciting than the last. Every time you are filled with playful joy and canine adoration of your perfect Master. Your mind is simple and happy. You are loyal and obedient. Master smells wonderful and loves you and cares for you. You are his loyal dog. His loving dog. A happy dog. That's all you are.
(set: $bf to "professor")
(set: $form to "dog")
Your sensitive nose can detect your Master's arousal, pick up every trace of his pheromones. So when you open your mouth and jump up onto his crotch, the assault of musk hits your brain like a hammer. You want his cock more than anything else you've ever wanted. You take it into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, tasting his warmth and musk and hot, throbbing cock.
As you suck, he strokes his hands over your furry body. You start to grow, your forepaws stretching into arms, your back legs growing into humanoid, bipedal limbs. You can't think of anything other than sucking him off and focusing on your Master's pleasure, though. You don't even notice when you get back your fingers and thumbs. Eventually, your Master grunts and holds your head down on his crotch, before he unloads a thick and heavy spurt of cum deep into your throat.
He pulls you up and strokes your belly, and you pant. Your tail wags, and your cock bobs and dribbles with pre. You have become humanoid again, but your feet are paws, you're covered in golden fur, and you have a wagging tail and a panting dog head. You also couldn't be happier. The loyal mentality of a dog has mixed up with lust and arousal in your head, and thinking straight seems impossible.
[[Become a dog slave]]
[[Get on with your exam]]
You don't want to think straight any more. You don't want to think. You want to pleasure your Master. You want to lick his feet, sniff his body, suck his cock. You want to do everything he says for the rest of your life and never think about your old life again.
Accepting that is all it takes. A rush of joy flows through your mind, and your old life is gone, along with your last vestiges of willpower. You look up at your handsome Master with utter love, and he takes a heavy collar and locks it around your neck.
He takes you by a leash attached to the collar, and pulls you into the bedroom. Your life from now on is going to be one of slavery and sex, and you can think of nothing you'd want more.
You manage to focus long enough to stammer out that you have an exam to your Master. He chuckles and strokes your hair, and you whimper and nuzzle against him. Your willpower is utterly gone. If he ordered you to give up your life and be his slave forever right now, you would. But instead, he sighs and speaks.
"Yes yes, as a professor I need to take exams seriously. Here we are, the exam notes. You need to summon a chimera for your assignment. Magic components are gryphon feathers and satyr cum. Now, go get things done quickly. As soon as you're finished, I want you to pack up and move in here as my live-in slave."
Those words fill you with an intense desire and longing. You belong to Master now. If he hasn't just told you to go do the exam, you'd be licking him all over. But for now, you slip outside. Gryphon feathers and satyr cum. That shouldn't be too hard. Both of those things are available at any normal corner store.
Wait, damnit. The stores are all closed for exam day! You'll need to collect them manually. You need to think fast, since the gryphons will all be heading off in a few hours. Gryphons nest not far from the school, but they put up a weirding wall during exam time and humans - or dog slaves - who pass through it turn instantly to ash. Still, you won't let the possibility of dying horrifically prevent you from disappointing your Master.
Ok, you can handle this. You just need to outthink Cratax. Cratax, who is a stoner loser dropout idiot, even by dragon standards. Which feels a little hypocritical coming from you, but maybe you can use that to your advantage. You tell him about the weed you were having last night and how dank that shit was. He looks interested, and the expression of drooling hunger fades. "Bro, you shittin' me? The shit that I get from the profs is lame as fuck." he says. You assure him that the moment you're done with this exam, you'll share. "Well bro, you better, that's a pinky promise."
He slides you closer, between his legs and against his soft and pudgy belly. The stink of low-quality pot wafts around your head, and you notice the bulging meat between Cratax's legs. "Y'know, you don't hafta end up in my belly. Maybe you could do with a little dragon in ya, if you know what I mean. You interested?"
[[Show your interest at his crotch|Dragon sex]]
[[Show your interest with words|Another way across]]
(set: $bf to "dragon")
Cratax's eyes open wide as you start to rub and stroke his bulging crotch. "Bro you don't hafta get in my balls y'know." You tell him to shut up, then stroke his cock, your hands sliding up and down the enormous soft sleeping-bag like organ. It's easily larger than you, which is probably how he manages to eat people with the thing. As it gets harder and thicker, you start to rub your entire body against it, making him grunt and moan a little as his tip oozes and dribbles.
What you're planning you've never seen except in books, but it's the only way you can see for this to work. You take your position at the end of his gigantic cock, and start to stroke yourself. Then, when Cratax is starting to look needy and twitchy, you take your hard cock and press it firmly against the tip of his oozing slit. Slowly, your cock slides into Cratax's, and he shudders and moans. He wasn't expecting this, so the flexibility and stretchiness that his cock is capable of when he eats someone isn't ready, so instead his cockslit is tight and slippery and pleasurable. You hump and fuck it as he claws at the ground with his fat belly jiggling and his muzzle pumping out thick smoke. "Fuck, bro, fuck, fuck!"
You're getting into the rhythm now, your thrusting hips shoving your cock inside Cratax's just as his own twitches and throbs firmly. You fuck him faster and faster, until the pleasure becomes too much and you finally spray your cum deep inside his tight cockhole. He looks down at you with a lusty, needy expression. "Bro, can't believe you're actually into me. This is fuckin' hot. I'd love to help you get across the wall. But man, y'know, you want to like...become a real dragon? With me?"
[[Become part dragon|Another way across]]
[[The school could use two dragons...]]
You tell Cratax that you accept his offer to become part dragon. He grins and chuckles, adjusting his cock and stroking himself a little. His massive cock looks like a tree trunk in his clawed grip. You barely have time to prepare before his nostrils blast with fire, and his cock unloads a flood of cum all over you. White slimy jizz splatters over your eyes, gets into your mouth, and soaks the front of your body.
As you cough and try to flick the cum off yourself, you feel your body changing.(if: $form is "gargoyle")[Your stone tail grows thick, hard scales all over, and the same follows suit all over your body, replacing the grey, cold mineral with strong, powerful dragon scales. Your wings flex and grow, as the thinner parts become soft flesh once more, the last of your gargoyle nature falling away.](else:)[Your rear pushes out into a tail, which thickens with growing muscle. Your skin hardens, then fragments into armour-plated green scales. Your feet claw into the ground as they grow into strong, powerful dragon paws, and finally your shoulderblades stretch and swell. With an incredible feeling of power and might, muscles erupt from your back and unfold into a pair of gigantic green wings.]
This feels amazing! Even with only a little dragon magic in you, you can feel an overpowering ego pressing at your consciousness. No wonder they always act like such dicks. You flex and flap your wings, and Cratax gives you some tips on flying. "With this much dragon in you, you should be able to pass the wall safe. But bro, you owe me that weed remember!" he says. You promise you'll be back then flap your wings and clumsily take off towards the shimmering glow of the weirding wall.
It takes longer than you expect, and by the time you reach the glow, you're exhausted. Who knew flying was practically exercise?! You pass through the wall with nothing but a tingling sensation, then glide down to the grass on a small plateau nearby.
(set: $form to "dragon")
[[A grassy plateau]]
A dragon? The school's most infamously lazy and cocky creatures? You had never thought about becoming one, but now that you're here, looking at Cratax's huge body, smelling his stink, you find yourself incredibly tempted. The guy just gets to slack off all day, he's huge and powerful, and he can even eat students.
Fuck it. You nod to him, and he huffs and roars. He grabs his cock and holds it tightly around your own, preventing you from pulling free. Then finally, his pleasure from your earlier fucking overwhelms him, and he erupts with fire in a massive stream from his scaly muzzle high into the air. At the same time, his gigantic cock unloads a tsunami of cum, and with his scaly, powerful grip, it has nowhere to go except into you.
The weirdest feeling flows into you. Cum is being forced down your cock the wrong way, at a rate faster and heavier than you could ever imagine. You moan and struggle as the force of it stretches your cock, making it longer and wider. Your balls swell and grow as they fill up with magical cum, causing them to inflate to a gigantic size. Not all of the size goes into your balls though. Your belly starts to grow, and your body creaks and cracks as you grow taller and wider. Your entire body is inflating like a balloon. Power flows into your arms, into your legs. It feels like fire and heat, flowing deep into your belly and into your soul.
Your feet stretch massively, and become clawed with wide and strong talons. Your rear grows as your tailbone lengthens into a long reptilian tail, which is packed with muscle. Your back unfolds into a pair of enormous, powerful wings. Your face pushes out into a muzzle, and you taste smoke in your throat that flows through your nose and out of your mouth. Your skin starts to harden into dark green scales, covering you in impenetrable armour plating. Finally, Cratax pulls his cock off of yours with a pop, and sprays down your face and belly with messy, hot and slimy cum. You loll your enormous tongue, feel your massive teeth and the spines on your back. Everything around you feels tiny and pathetic. You feel enormous and perfect. You're a goddamn dragon. A sexy perfect king of beasts! How could you have thought Cratax was a loser? He's fucking hot, you're fucking hot, all non-dragons freaking suck. You look over at your bro and tackle him to the ground with enough force to make the tower shake.
You love being a dragon!
Here you are, on a grassy plateau, only a few feet away from the rocky cliffs where you can see gryphon nests. Just got to grab a feather and get out of here.
[[Try sneaking up to get one|Gryphon food]]
[[Just be direct|Back to the university]]
His dad, eh? Well, whatever sorts things out quickest. You wander over to the largest nest, where a gigantic black gryphon is discussing what sounds like politics with another, reddish-orange gryphon. As you approach, he turns and looks at you sternly, then speaks in a deep, rumbling voice. "What are you doing here, human? The people of that school are not welcome here."
You explain your situation, and make many promises about getting out of here the moment you get what you need. Eventually, his orange, glowing glare softens, and you worry marginally less about whether you're about to be eaten. "Fine, human. Take your feather and leave my nest at once." he says. He leans back and points meaningfully to the fluffy feathers on his belly. You can't help but notice his enormous furry balls, and the glistening, throbbing ebony cock standing out above them. Does he want you to just...take one? You approach slowly, while the stern older creature watches you. When you reach into his feathery chest, he suddenly lunges forward and presses you to the ground. Your body is shoved to the dirt under his massive, hard, hot body. "Did you think I would just allow you to take what you want, human? Did you think you could treat a royal gryphon like a herd animal ready for the shearing? I will show you where a human belongs in MY nest!" he roars.
His massive avian talon presses down on your head, shoving into the dirt, while at the same time, you feel his massive body sliding over yours. His other hand pulls down your pants, and his rock hard black cock rams with brutal force into your ass. Your moans are muffled by the dirt as he starts to fuck you like an animal, his massive cock ramming into your ass, stretching you, pounding you with no care for your comfort. Over and over the enormous monster's body pounds down onto you. You feel like you're being hammered into the dirt, your whole body is a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. As he starts to fuck you faster, he presses more weight on your head, and you can do nothing but accept your punishment. After what seems like hours, he lets out an earth-shaking roar, letting every gryphon know that he owns this nest, and he owns this human. Cum is forced deep into your ass, the heat of it rushing up into your belly. Load after load, the heat almost burning. The enormous weight of the royal gryphon lessens as he pulls himself free from your ass and throws you aside. A feather wafts down and lands next to your aching, exhausted body. "Take your prize, human, and never return to my kingdom, unless you wish to become my fuck toy." he growls.
You don't need to be told twice. You grab the feather and stumble uncomfortably back down to the lower part of the plateau.
Now you just need satyr cum. Fortunately, you know just where you can find some! Well, first you sit down for a while and whimper. Then a while longer. Eventually, you gather yourself together and get ready for your quest. (if: $form is "dragon")[You spread your scaly wings and take off back to the university, your goal close by.](else:)[You crush the orb Cratax gave you, and find yourself back at the campus in a rush of magical wind.]
[[Onwards! TO RECEPTION!]]
You admit you find yourself interested. The gryphon was pretty cute, and he was obviously into you. You follow him, and he slows down as you get close. "I-I'm sorry human, you're very handsome and I've never seen people before and I fantasise about humans and I always wanted to..." He coughs and takes a breath, then rubs his beak. "..but I'm not allowed to talk to anyone who isn't in the tribe." he finally finishes.
He walks around you, looking at you with awe and excitement. "Do all humans look like this? You're amazing!" he says. His tail flicks and twitches as he stares at you. His tufted feathery ears twitch too, and he looks like he just had a thought. "Um, you should probably go see my dad. But...if you want...maybe you could join our tribe?"
[[Consent to the tribe-joining ceremony]]
[[Just get a feather from the elder gryphon and go]]
(set: $bf to "gryphon")
(set: $form to "gryphon")
You don't know exactly why, but you shrug and accept the grphon's proposition. His eyes practically sparkle with delight, and he jumps at you, then rolls around, his heavy feather-covered body pressing down on you. "You'll love being in our tribe! We're all family and you can be part-gryphon and we can...do...stuff!" he says. He then chuckles and guides you out, talking constantly about his tribe and family. He takes you to the largest nest on the plateau, where a gigantic black gryphon is sitting, his sharp orange eyes scanning the land around him. The silver streaks in his feathers indicate that this is probably the patriarch of the clan. His voice is like a rumbling avalanch. "What is this, son? Why have you brought a human here?"
The younger gryphon, who's name you discovered was Russel, explains that you're here to join their family. The elder gryphon's face contorts in disgust, but then he calms himself. You gulp in fear as he stares at you. "My son is a fool who is letting his hormones control him, but it is his decision. He can join you to this flock if he wishes, but do not think I will call you son until you prove yourself worth my time." he says. He then turns around and ignores you. Russel grins and drags you back down to his nest. "That actually went really well! He must like you, he's normally much more mean."
Russel takes you to his nest and uses his powerful, birdlike forepaws to pull off your clothes and stroke down your body. He's clearly fascinated by you, taking his time to touch every inch of your body and press his smooth beak to your softer skin. "Wow, you're just...so cool! I always wanted to sleep with another species. This is super cool." he says. He presses you down into his nest, which is soft and comfortable with downy feathers and fur and other materials. Once you're lying down, he takes a necklace and places it around your neck. You feel a tingle of power flow through you, and you gasp. Your body thickens with muscle, and you feel your feet flex and grow. Golden lion fur covers your lower legs as your toes grow and become clawed. Your tailbone pushes out and sways as it becomes a feline tail.
Russel starts to hump his large cock against your belly, sliding it up and down you as you change. Your hair starts to stick up, hairs becoming thick feathers. Your ears move up on your head, becoming tufty and feathered like his. As he humps faster, smearing cum on your belly, your hands curl into yellow, tough talons. You can feel gryphon energy inside you, changing your DNA. The scent of wild, beastlike animal that is in Russel's feathers seems to be coming from your own body. Somehow your senses are enhanced, and you can smell that Russel is one of your people, one of your tribe. He moans and gasps, his cock unloading as it sprays you down with cum. Thick, creamy jizz flows from his erection and sprays over your face and your new thick feather-hair. He twitches and claws at the ground, then looks down at you, blushing and loving.
The beast gulps and pants. "I-I've never actually done it with someone else before. You should visit more often." You ask him if you can keep one of his feathers as a token, and he nods gleefully. You pluck one from his chest and hop off, waving as you go. He watches you like a lovestruck puppy, then seems to build up the courage to speak. "Do - do you want to become my brother for real? Forever?"
[[Promise to visit again and leave|Time to leave]]
[[Become a full-fledged gyrphon]]
Become a real gryphon? You must admit, Russel is pretty cute. He might be nice as a horny younger brother. The dad might be a problem, but you also have to admit that something about his stern and regal mature form is pretty attractive.
You nod cautiously, and Russel actually chirps with delight. He crawls up your body, his cock bouncing and dripping in your face, then lifts one of his large lion feet and presses it on the necklace around your neck. You feel it crush and crack under his weight, and power empties out from the amulet into your body. Your feline toes grow bigger and stronger, and the golden fur spreads up your legs. Your balls grow and swell, followed by your cock as it thickens with weight and arousal.
You feel your face toughening and hardening as your nose curls out, then your mouth pushes forward to meet it. It turns yellow and hard, curving into a smooth and powerful beak. Russel taps his against yours, then strokes your beaks together. He uses his foreclaw to pet your belly as your skin tingles and you grow prickly brown feathers all over. Your arms harden and become yellow like your hands, and your body grows. Muscle, skeleton, it all stretches longer and wider. Your shoulderblades flex and grow, before splitting out from your torso and flexing into large wings. Feathers grow out, layer after layer, becoming a massive pair of gryphon wings.
You push Russel over, and roll around with him playfully, ending up on top. Your new body feels so big and powerful, even as it still grows. He's so cute as well, his face pink with a blush as his eyes look into yours, filled with love. You tap your beaks together, and adjust yourself, aiming your new cock under your brother's tail. Slowly and carefully, you shove into him, feeling your cock slide into his tight rear even as your genes change and shift, replacing all trace of human with the dna from Russel, making you truly his brother.
You fuck and hump your brother's ass, pounding faster and faster, until he chirps and you roar as you fill his ass with cum. You grunt as you unload more and more cum into his tight rear, and he leans up to stroke your faces together. "I love you big brother!"
You grin and growl, feeling your father's dominance within you. You love him too.
(set: $form to "satyr")
You sigh, and ask the satyr if he can just stop fucking around and turn you into a satyr himself. Then you can have as much satyr cum as you need. He blinks with surprise, then sighs. "Oh. Alright man, I guess I can do that." Suddenly, he backs away and then leaps at you head-first. His curled horns slam into your skull with enough force to knock you on your ass, and for a moment you wonder if you have brain damage.
Then you feel your forehead ache as two nubs form and start to swell. Fortunately, it's not just enormous bruising. Instead, the nubs curl out into a pair of strong goat horns, sticking out from your hair as it becomes thick and shaggy. It grows down to your shoulders, turning darker and curlier, matching up with the goatee forming on your chin. Your ears grow pointed and stick out at the side, and your nose takes on a beastlike appearance.
Your body tingles with heat and sensation. You are getting horny and needy, feeling the rush of pheromones and hormones that gives satyrs their horny reputation. You rip off your clothes and start to pump your cock with your hand desperately. As you jerk off, your legs get hairier with growing curly thick fleece-like wool. Your shoes drop off as your feet harden into small, powerful goat hooves, and your ankles become long and furry. Pleasure slams through you as you bleat and your growing cock explodes with cum, spraying you down like a hose. Load after load of white, hot musky jizz leaves your body and fur dripping and wet with the stink of sex.
That was rather messy. But now you're ready. Demon summoning time! And with barely any time to spare, as well. You scoop jizz into a pouch and find a nice clear space to start the spell. It should be quite simple. You trace a summoning ring using the cum and your finger, then burn the feather and scatter some generic magic dust. No time for a fancy casting here, you just need to get this sorted. You do notice that the satyr looks a bit dejected as he prepares his pack to get back to work.
[[Help the post-satyr out]]
(set: $bf to "satyr")
You call him over, and he walks back to you, confused. "What else do you need?" he says. You walk closer, press your chest to his, and kiss his bearded face. His eyes go wide with surprise as you reach down to take hold of his cock and begin to stroke it. He grunts and shudders, forgetting his stressful job for a moment as you slowly pump his huge cock up and down. He bleats involuntarily, and looks embarrassed, but you tell him it's cute and then he looks even more embarrassed.
You start to pump faster, holding him close as you do, and his hips buck and hump against your hand. His hoof stamps against the ground, he clenches his eyes, and then finally he bleats louder than ever as he unloads cum in a messy explosion all over your chest. He pants and strains as jet after jet of cum splatters up into the air. He had obviously gone a long time without pleasuring himself! You tell him that satyrs need to stick together, and he stammers. "Er, you know, well...see you tonight!" he says, as he grabs his bag and dashes off.
Now that's all sorted out, and you seem to have a date tonight, back to work!
Your situation sucks. You've been working to solve an exam all day, you're tired and horny, and now you're the third head of a demonic beast.
You know what? Fuck the world! Fuck humanity! You roar and let yourself go of all your human thoughts, your mortal magic and cares like a conscience and understanding of morals. Your eyes turn black and soulless as you accept your new place as a demon monster!
Your other heads are looking at you weird though. The dragon grits his teeth. "You were supposed to set us free BEFORE you become a demon, idiot. Now we're stuck!"
Oops. The three of you immediately erupt into a bickering match, like you've been brothers all your life. You're not going anywhere until someone shows up to command or unsummon you, but somewhere in your new black and evil heart, you sort of enjoy being with your brothers, and the knowledge that you'll never be alone again.
(set: $form to "chimera")
You see an opportunity and take it. As your brother heads hesitate, you blast every drop of your remaining human magic through yourself. That leaves you with only the dark, smokey feeling of demon magic deep in your gut, but hopefully it will have been enough.
Your quadrupedal, monstrous body cracks and shifts as you rise to your feet. Your forepaws shrink down, the toes becoming large clawed fingers. Your muscle structure becomes bipedal, and your other heads roar in shock. "No, what are you doing? Our power, you're...you're..." The dragon and goat shake their head as your spell takes effect. Their dark, soulless eyes become warmer and more human. You feel your soul splitting into three, being shared with your other minds.
The dragon grumbles. "Damnit. Is this what people call a conscience? You're a dick, little brother." The goat sighs. "Well, I suppose this way we can still explore the human world. I did always find it hard to read books without hands."
You grin. This is technically a pass! A perfect chimera, mostly. All the heads, much of the demon power.
[[Finish with an A-]]
(if: $form is "donkey")[You end up enjoying your donkey form. You're eating more vegetables, you feel stronger and more energetic, and being a scruffy smelly ass sort of fits the life of a stoner slob. You end up deciding to stay this way for good, and you get plenty of use out of your enormous splotched dong.](else_if: $form is "pigman")[At first, being a pig bothers you, but you find yourself eating more and more whenever it comes up. You gorge yourself at every meal, snack constantly, and you stroke and jiggle your heavy belly afterwards and love the feeling of making it bigger. You don't know if you always had a secret gainer fetish and never knew it, or if it came from the curse, but in the end you forget all about becoming human again, and focus on getting as big as you can!](else_if: $form is "gargoyle")[In the end, you move in with your frat brothers as the newest pledge. There's lots of big gargoyle feet to rub, rock-hard cocks to suck, and kinky hazings to put up with that feel a lot more like bondage sex than actual pranks. Once a new frat pledges, they'll get the bottom end of all the fun. You secretly hope that won't be for a while.](else_if: $form is "eagle")[Being a riding bird turns out to suit you well. Flying takes some getting used to, but having someone else on top of you, guiding your movements and decisions is somehow really soothing and calming. You start missing class and focusing on more riding, and in the end you drop out completely and re-enroll in training to become a riding bird for a general or soldier. You can't wait to be trained and owned as a loyal mount.](else_if: $form is "dog")[Your dog form makes it very hard to focus on anything other than the overwhelming feelings of submissiveness and lust for your Master. You end up spending all of his classes under his desk, sucking him off, and you skip all of the other professor's classes so that you can visit your Master's home and cook and clean for him. Your old life falls by the wayside as you give in completely to being a horny, furry slave for the man who owns you.](else_if: $form is "dragon")[Being part dragon makes you pretty hard to be around. Acting cocky and egotistical seems to come naturally, and you spend a lot more time on towers with Cratax, where he convinces you to start collecting things. You don't really see why, but once you actually start making a big pile of objects, you become obsessed with making it bigger and bigger. You still manage your studies, but you major in dragons instead, and can't decide whether you're going to graduate as a full dragon or just as a dragon pleasurer.](else_if: $form is "satyr")[With your satyr libido, getting any work done becomes really hard. You masturbate under your desk in class, you sleep around every night, and you can't get to sleep unless you've unloaded your balls at least twice.
You sometimes think that you'd prefer a normal sex drive, but that thought generally only lasts for a few minutes until you're ready to go again.](else_if: $form is "chimera")[Being the only demon in school is tough, but you never feel lonely with your brothers by your side at all times. You argue constantly, but in the end you generally get along. You particularly enjoy masturbating, since the two of them are a lot of fun to tease and torment by stroking yourself in just the way they like.
You major in demonology, and your brothers end up having you visit the extended demon family on holidays. When you bring back the depraved sexual knowledge you learn from them, you no longer have any problems with popularity among your classmates.](else_if: $form is "gryphon")[You end up moving in with Russel and his family as a proper member of the tribe. Your "dad" Byron doesn't really warm to you, but he treats you about as nicely as he treats everyone else, and according to Russel that means he likes you. You manage to get humans and gryphons to mix more by starting regular trips to and from the university. Russel loves the attention, and you secretly enjoy how much it ruffles Byron's feathers.](else:)[It was quite an interesting day, all things considered. You should probably study for the next test. On the other hand, you could just get wasted again. What's the worst that can happen?]
You break the circle that was holding you in, and a piece of paper appears in your hand. Grades are assigned automagically at wizard school. You look down to see a glowing golden A-
You have no more fucks to give. You are covered in jizz and you still haven't had anything to eat. Except jizz. You flip the stupid shitty chimera the finger and unsummon him.
The beast vanishes, and a piece of paper appears in your hand. Grades are assigned automagically at wizard school. You look down to see a glowing golden C
You tell Russel that you'll visit often, and remind him that he'd probably miss your human parts if you turned into a gryphon too. That convinces him, and he even gets you a teleport orb that he was keeping in his nest to help you with your business.
Now you just need satyr cum. Fortunately, you know just where you can find some! You use the teleportation orb that Russel gave you, and prepare a portal back to the university.
[[Onwards! TO RECEPTION!]]