#extra boobs
“…And here we are!” The dark robbed woman holding Mary’s shoulder exclaimed with a nervous excitement as they reached the large bonfire where everyone had gathered.
“I uh, didn’t realize it was a costume party.” Mary scanned the crowd of people, the firelight casting light in a way that made the pointed hoods obscure their faces, though she could feel the eyes watching her. “Adam never said anything about robes.”
“Yes… Adam.” The older woman waved her arm, dark billowing fabric trailing with it as she gestured to one of the figures, who gave the slightest bow. “Adam has been crucial in this year’s festivities, his recruitment techniques are the reason we were able to finally gather enough for the ceremony, he did fill you in on the details of the ceremony right?”
“Ceremony?” Mary questioned. “I thought this was a party, what is going o-”
The older woman hushed her and sighed. “Now now, I’ll explain everything. I do apologize for the cloak and dagger routine, it’s a tradition you see. Complete transparency though, this isn’t as much a party, as a ceremony to celebrate the season. We…” she gestured to the figures circling the large bonfire. “Are all here to celebrate the gifts of our dark lord.”
“D-dark lord, what the hell is-”
“Hell indeed. Now, if you could kindly wait a moment, I’ll explain. This is a dark ritual, with intent to curry favor with the dark energies from the afterlife, and yes, your participation is compulsory. Technically, a soul is only able to be given willingly, so your immortal spirit is in no danger. Physically, you will be blessed by the powers of darkness, and some sort of change is inevitable.”
Mary blinked, the speech from the older hooded figure was surreal, she sounded like she was trying to talk her into buying a timeshare, not joining them in this hellish ritual sacrifice.
“While you will physically become a demon technically… we can’t actually force you to give up your human soul. I do encourage you to relinquish your soul, but the choice is ultimately yours. Either way, you will possess wondrous new powers enough mystical power to at least be able to hide your form with a glamour, so this doesn’t need to change anything. I mean, I do encourage you to embrace the fiery embrace of our dark lord, but consider this just an introduction with benefits. Now, if you will please stand here on this platform.”
She ushered her onto a small raised stone dais, and two of the more burly hooded figures stood to either side of her in case she tried to escape. Did she really need to escape though? Maybe it was the soothing timbre of the elderly woman’s voice or the pleasant warmth of the bonfire on the cold Halloween night, but this didn’t feel nearly as demonic as it ought to.
Mary stood there in a trance, watching as the older woman read aloud from a book bound in what she hoped was not human skin, waiting as the gathering of disciples chanted back what she spoke in a feverish chorus of adoration. Eventually, the ritual seemed ready to draw to a close, and Mary was caught off guard when the woman approached her and then pushed her backwards into the fire.
It should have burned.
It should have been burning her, but other than the discomfort of landing on the stack of wood, there was no pain. In fact, the discomfort of the wood vanished rather quickly, a burning warmth engulfed her, and she felt herself lift from her physical form.
The group was silent, waiting with hushed breaths. They had never actually gathered enough disciples for this ritual, and none were sure how it was supposed to go exactly. Enough time passed that they had started to get nervous, and it was only the truly faithful who kept in bowed submission.
Suddenly the flames shot upwards, the bonfire blasting out a wave of heat the knocked those skeptical initiates from their feet and left those worshiping to bask in a moment of the warmth of the hellish flames. From the flames emerged a burning shape, and as the flames surrounding it died, the now nude shape of Mary stepped out.
It wasn’t the same Mary that had been tossed on to the fire though, Mary’s eyes burned with a red light as intense as the flames as she looked at those before her. Twin horns broke free from her tangle of blonde curls, pointing upwards to the sky like accusational fingers, and a long spade-tipped tail curled around her leg. She ran her clawed hand up her torso, dragging her claws across both sets of breasts.
The old woman had not lied, Mary could hear the group speaking in reverent tones with her large pointed ears. Grinning, Mary stretched and two huge leathery wings unfolded from behind her, she felt… powerful. She maneuvered new muscles and with a series of heavy flaps he lifted off the ground and ascended into the moonlit sky above the gathering of awestruck figures.
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The sun had only just started to rise when she woke up with a sudden jolt, a rush of adrenaline and panic hitting her in a wave. Even before her eyes opened she felt like something was wrong, not just the knowledge that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, but the heavy weight of her chest and a few other odd sensations.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was on a raised platform with a thin piece of fabric draped over it, the rest of the room was in complete darkness save a single overhead light shining down on her. The light illuminated her body and it’s… changes. Her jaw hung open as she looked herself over, suddenly she couldn’t tell if this was a dream, a nightmare, or some strange reality. It looked like she had a long tail, and four huge breasts, but… that couldn’t be true could it? She reached down and cupped one of the hanging tits, it felt hot and full, and very real. She began to notice how… full they actually felt. It felt like she was… like she was… milk? A few white droplets softly dripped from her nipples as she began to lactate
She gently pulled on one of her nipples. A soft tug rewarded her with an arc of hot cream and she frowned as she considered her breasts, which felt more like udders at this point. How was she going to get all that milk out, they were so big, and felt so full…
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Finishing up another half completed image from a while back. This time a multibreast pig tf
‘Maybe a button up shirt wasn’t the smartest idea’ she thought, sighing as she gave up on trying to figure out how to put it on with her trotters. Besides, she felt more comfortable with no clothes on anyway, just another quirk to the transformation. It was the last day of her month long trial of the new 'miracle drug’ that could temporarily rewrite DNA to cause a person to display a mixed race between man and animal.
Her only complaint was the lack of hands. She didn’t mind the six large breasts, they were very sensitive, and with her increased libido, she was grateful for such a bounty of breasts to enjoy. The ears and nose were kind of cute actually, and she didn’t mind the boost to her sense of smell and hearing. The curly tail wasn’t all that noticeable unless she was looking herself over in the mirror or sat on it weirdly, but her hands.
Being stuck with trotters instead of fingers for almost a month had been a hassle in extreme. It took her quite a while to get a semblance of normalcy with them, eating was messy, brushing her teeth was challenging, answering the phone was near impossible. She was particularly proud of herself when she managed to dial the number of the drug companies office without knocking her phone on the floor this time.
“The number you have dialed has been disconnected, or is no longer in service.”
The message that played over the speaker phone hung in the air heavily. She hung up and redialed.
The same message played for a second time, and she rushed over to her computer and started to tediously type the web address of the companies website.
Error 404
The Page you are looking for can’t be found
It was like the company had up and vanished over night…
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At first she just thought she had pulled a muscle or two while working out, it didn’t happen often, but sometimes she overdid it. Her upper body was just so stiff and sore, she had already tried using some ice packs back at the gym, and nothing had looked swollen so she took a hot shower when she got home.
The hot water did make her feel a little better, but as she dried off she started to get strangely drowsy, and even though it wasn’t late she decided to try and sleep off some of the soreness.
As she tossed and turned in her sleep something strange began to happen, her shoulders cracked and popped and with a great strain something shifted as two short stubby shapes fought for a position with her arms. The shapes lengthened, gaining size as they took on a structure similar to her arms. Muscles stretched and contracted as they reached a size matching her original arms. The new arms even had stubby hands, whose fingers lengthened until they took matched her original pair. She gripped the bed with all four of her arms, the strain of her changing body had caused it to break out into a sweat and she moaned heavily as she moved under the covers.
Under the covers other changes had been going on, at first it had been just two spots of intense sensation on her chest below her breasts, but as her arms grew in muscles formed beneath her breasts, and then plumped as fattier flesh soften the shape. The win points of near pleasure looked red and swollen, slowly gaining detail as they softened to a lighter pink and the entire shape started to look quite similar to the shapes above them. It wasn’t long before she had a second pair of breasts that matched her original pair in everything but size. The lower pair was just slightly smaller, but as one of her four arms cupped the newly formed breasts she cried out in shock, gasping as she awoke to quite the strange predicament.
A few disbelieving moments in front of the mirror induced some rather stern pinching to try and wake herself to no avail. She moved her arms somewhat ungainly, getting used to how it felt to control all four of them separately. Once she had a handle on how to move them, she let her gaze drift down to the four shapes that jiggled and moved as she tried out her quartet of limbs. She had four breasts now, four large breasts… she cupped on in each hand and let out a soft sigh, they felt good, better than they had any right to feel, and she couldn’t help but to massage them a little.
When she eventually went back to the gym it caused quite the stir, it wasn’t every day you saw a four armed, four breasted woman working out. The gym’s owners contacted her once they heard about the unique patron of their establishment, and soon she had a personal trainer and a deal signed where she would promote the gym for free access and the best help they could provide. It was some extra cash for her, and being a gym rat, she loved the extra time she got to spend working out. All the time in the gym showed too, she hadn’t been a slouch when it came to staying in shape before, but the high protein diet and workouts left her with a rather stunning body, and truly feeling like twice the woman she had been before.
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