#tf-warlock

tf-warlock:

As class ended the room emptied, it was late and the professor ended class early. He shouted to the two girls who hadn’t left yet as he walked out the door.

“The door’s already locked, just shut it when you leave, and don’t forget about the test on Friday!”

The girls nodded and continued packing up there belongings. The darker haired girl tried not to glare at the blonde next to her that was babbling about something as if she cared.

“Don’t you think he’s a little cute? I mean, I know he’s a bit older, but he has a certain… I dunno, something..”

“A dick?” The brunette said with spite.

The blonde scoffed “Ech, what is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t pretend like that isn’t what your thinking about, you hit on everything that moves Emma, including my boyfriend…”

“Ahhahaha this… this is about David? I’m sorry Kelly, but it isn’t my fault that he isn’t into you or your flat ass!” Emma grinned and went back to packing her bag.

Kelly saw red, she ripped a heavy book from her bag and flipped through it, skimming down the page before finding what she needed. “You know Emma, not everyone can be a blessed as you, I don’t know how you can even contain that horse’s ass of yours in a pair of pants it’s so big.” The brunette started to mutter something quietly while Emma turned and spoke to her.

“Kelly, you really need to check yourself, if you can’t hold onto your man I can’t be blamed if he wants my huge….” She stopped talking, he attention drawn to her ass. It felt like it was… no it couldn’t be… was it… growing? She felt her pants get even tighter, the fabric of her jeans could barely contain her. In addition to the strange sensation of swelling, there was a small pain around her tailbone, and Kelly was chanting something like a freak. “What the hell are you doing Kelly.. *unnnnhhh* What are you… doing to me?”

Kelly grinned and continued to chant, watching with glee as Emma pants ripped into shreds, her voluptuous ass spilling out with a jiggle. Emma pulled down her panties before they got stuck on her, and as she got them to her ankles she felt something tickle her arm, it was her… “Tail?!?” She grabbed it and pulled, it yanked at the base of her spine above her ass and she tried not to yelp in pain. Her ass was still getting bigger, it really was starting to resemble a horse’s ass in size now. Instead of getting mad she started to laugh.

Kelly lost concentration, why the hell was Emma finding this funny? Emma stood up and took a step toward her, then turned and whacked her with her huge ass. Kelly wasn’t expecting that and was sent to the floor roughly, the book falling at Emma’s feet. Emma bent down and grabbed it, her gigantic ass only a foot from Kelly’s face. It was so big, Kelly was in awe of her own handiwork.

“You know Kel, if you thought everyone was trying to get on my ass before, wait til they get a eyeful of this!” She squished her ass into Kelly’s face and laughed as the brunette pushed her away spitting out hair’s from Emma’s horse tail. “Don’t fret about how marvelous my ass is, or how much nicer of a tail I’ve got than you could ever have, I’m sure I’ll find something in here that you will love to be turned into.”

“N-no… G-give me back my book!”

“Nah ah ah, not yet flat Kelly, after I get back from buying some new pants I’ve got some reading to do tonight, and a big comfy ass to sit on, so I think I’ll be keeping this for a while, and your boyfriend too. I don’t think he’s gonna be able to pass on this.” She admired her butt for a moment and walked over to her bag to grab her mercifully long coat, her massive ass swayed hypnotically and Kelly just sat on the floor watching it. Emma grinned, even Kelly couldn’t resist looking at it, this was going to be fun. She walked to the door and stopped, throwing a last glance to her dark haired rival before leaving “David always did have a thing for big butts…” She spanked her ass suggestively and left.

Love the warlock!

The longer she goes without a release the larger things seem to swell, and it’s been a while since she had any alone time to sneak off to the barn. Luckily tonight she won’t have to be alone since you wandered in…

“Are you… sure it isn’t too big?” She bit her finger in a way that was somewhere between nervous and flirty. “People usually are intimidated by how large it is..” She gently slides a hand down the length of it’s shaft to emphasize just how long and thick the seemingly out of place horse cock attached to her really is.

She starts to rub her hand up and down her shaft softly, unaware that she is still stroking it while she talks to you, or that a fat bead of precum has started dripping down off of her flared head.

“You don’t know how hard it is to- *Uhnnf* control myself… It’s so hot… so hard.. My balls are so full…I… I just need.. to cum.. Please, you have to help me!” She grabs a hold of your wrist with surprising strength and pulls you close. “I don’t care how you do it, j-just let me cum for you..”

She puts your hand on the massive equine member, you can feel the beastly tool throbbing beneath your hand. It’s almost burning hot and the pulsing is rapid and urgent. She gives you a desperate look and you have the distinct feeling that you are going to help her one way or another…

I think she needs some help putting on her sunscreen…

They had warned her that the lodge was haunted. It had been unused for over 30 years, with only the occasional visit from a caretaker hired to make sure it was still in running order. Apparently it had belonged to some distant relative who had died and left it to her. She wasn’t about to believe any nonsensical stories about the place, she had just got a free lodge on a mountain and was going to enjoy it.

She decided it was high time she treated herself to a little vacation, she took some time off from work and headed up to the lodge. On the way up the long road to the mountain she stopped at a local gas station to get some last minute supplies. Recognizing an out of towner, the attendant asked what brought her to these parts and she explained.

He didn’t look happy when she mentioned the lodge and told her she best just leave. He wouldn’t sell her anything and seemed in a hurry to get her out of the store. As she got into her car she asked him one last time what his problem was and he explained. The lodge was cursed, haunted by the spirit of some woman who died there years back. She supposedly would curse any woman who slept there. Four or five girls in town got cursed when they broke in to have a party five years ago, and ever since then nobody has gone near the place. She asked what the curse was and he laughed to himself and said you don’t wanna know.

Undeterred by the eccentric and superstitious local, she continued down the road until she reach the turnoff and began her ascent up the side of the mountain. The trees were beautiful, and the view was stunning, and by the time she got to the lodge she was beside herself with just how wonderful the place was. The place was conspicuously well kept considering the caretaker only showed up a few times a year, and it didn’t take long to have the place looking homey and warm.

She spent the night relaxing in front of her fireplace and considering calling a friend or two to come up in to stay. Eventually she dialed her best friend and invited her to come up for a weekend of relaxation and drinking. Her friend agreed and they spent the evening chitchatting until it got late. Her friend had to go and she was left alone in the quiet of the night. She decided to get to bed early as she stretched and yawned, she felt so tired all of the sudden. She turned off the fireplace and walked to the bedroom. The bed was old, but it hadn’t been slept in much, so it was still comfy and had surprisingly little dust on it.

She just sort of fell into bed and everything went dark, sleep took her instantly. Hours later she woke up suddenly. She… she couldn’t move, her body felt as stiff as a bored and a strange blue light filled the room. At first she had a panicked moment of thinking she was going to be abducted by aliens or something, but the light seemed to dim down and she saw a… woman? Well she looked mostly liked a woman, but there was one thing different about her, she had… a cock. Between her thighs was a rather thick and stiff looking dick, and a pair of balls hung below it. The strange blue white figure glided across the floor and sat on the paralyzed woman. Her body felt weightless, and she wasn’t convinced she hadn’t dreamt the ghostly figure up.

The ghost began to slowly trail her finger from motionless woman’s mouth all the way down past her navel stopping just above her pussy. She began frowning and shook her head. Then she gave the paralyzed woman a smile that sent chill up her spine. Suddenly the room flashed white and the woman woke to the morning sunlight shining in her eyes and the sound of a car door shutting out in front of the lodge. She blinked and staggered to her feet, she felt like she hadn’t slept all night and she was very stiff, especially her cock. She had a terrible case of morningwood…. wait… cock? She looked down and saw that she had a long thick dick pointing up at her. She froze in place, was she still asleep? As she tried to comprehend what was going on she heard her friend open the front door and walk inside. She didn’t have enough time to cover herself before her friend reached the open bedroom door and dropped her bag to the floor. She just stood their with her mouth open, her best friend was… naked… and she… she had a dick, a big… hard… dick…

The Devil’s In The Details

“…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.

The Spirit

As she entered the pumpkin-lined room, her eyes immediately were drawn to a pumpkin tucked in the shadows of the room’s far end. There, sitting apart from the other pumpkins, was one of particular oddness. Its shape was almost pear-like, fat bottomed and tapered at its top, long twirling stem grasping out at her, insisting, demanding her attention. She clutched her purse tight to her chest and took a hesitant step, the sensation that was drawing her forward grew stronger yet.

For a moment she tried to exert enough will to take her eyes off the withered and lined surface of the squat gourd, but it was as she was frozen, her pulse raced, and she began to sweat, but she did not blink.

*Step*

*Step*

Slowly, mechanically her feet moved beneath her, sending her lurching frame toward the pumpkin at a ponderous speed. As she inevitably reached closer to the pumpkin, the peril of her tunnel vision became apparent. A dry husk of a tendril, a root-like appendage of the pumpkin, twisted out, wrapping around an ankle and sending her stumbling balance into a flailing fall.

Her arms tried to grab purchase of anything nearby to stop her descent,  but with a singular swift motion, her head slammed into the mass of the foreboding squash. There was a dull splat as the surprisingly soft squash gave way, her head plunged into the wet guts of the pumpkin. She fell to her knees and lifted her now pumpkin adorned head up, everything was dark, and she couldn’t breathe. Her hands scratched at the pumpkin, fingers trying to grip the gooey surface of the half-destroyed pumpkin, but it was too slick, and still tight to her head. Then, she saw a light.

As if in the distance, an ember glimmered. A dancing firelight bounced back and forth, and as her eyes focused in on it, it seemed as if it saw her too. The fire contorted into a shape, a cartoonish and jagged grin of flame that bobbed and cackled as it beheld her. She felt its heat grow as it suddenly surged at her.

Her dress had fallen from her shoulders, and her long straw-colored hair didn’t quite conceal her pert breasts, nor the odd shade of orange they had turned. Her skin was beginning to take on a shade reminiscent of the many pumpkins that surrounded her. Her fingers contorted and stretched into root-like claws, leaves sprouting from her shoulders and neck as she stumbled to her feet. Her boots were torn apart by roots that grew through the straining material, and she found herself momentarily planted in the dirt floor of the shack.

The flame burned her mind, it was so bright, so blisteringly hot, she couldn’t contain it any longer. The hot pressure in her mind was physical as well,as two stems grew out from the sides of her head, gnarled shapes that twisted like curved horns. With a last gasp of resolve, she let go. The pumpkin atop her head seemed to meld into her face for a moment before it began to tear open holes where her eyes and mouth had once been, a glowing fire erupted from the sockets and jagged maw, but they produced no real heat.

The half girl, half pumpkin creature looked down at its vine-covered orange body, cupping its beasts and letting its hand drift across the stiff and sensitive stems that were her nipples.  All of her memories remained, but so too did the strange Halloween spirit that possessed her body, they were at the same time, alien to one another, but a single mind.

Her dress slipped off of her, sliding down her waist and falling to the pile of torn boots below her. Her handbag dropped to the ground, and the straw-haired pumpkingirl walked out into the daylight of the farmyard wearing nothing but a small necklace around her neck.  Her wicked grin and fiery eyes scanned the farm, and a range of ideas floated like the fallen leaves of a tree in fall through her mind. Some of them were devious pranks, tricks of an ingenious and spiteful nature, other ideas were benevolent, mirthful jokes, or even small gifts of a kind. The thing that consumed her every thought was excitement, for tomorrow, was Halloween…

Who Let The Dog In?

Lynn stormed down the hallway, having finally mustered up the courage to confront her neighbor. She didn’t normally mind if one of the other tenants got a little noisy on occasion, but after a near twenty four hours straight of a dog barking, she was equal parts worried and pissed. Lynn breathed out heavily before rapping heavily on the door, expecting the girl who lived their to answer with her usual snarkiness, but instead there was a moment of silence, then a scuffling sound. She was worried for a moment that something was wrong, but a heavy thud against the door was followed by a voice.

“rrrufff… Rrhey it’s… R-R-Riley. Thank grrrod, I thought nobody was coming… Rufff!”

A voice somewhat like the usually agitating Riley called out from behind the door, but it sounded deeper, maybe a little raspy, and there was still that damn barking dog.

“Look, Riley, what is going on? Can’t you keep that damn dog quiet? It’s 3AM and me and the other tenants are-”

Riley cut Lynn off. “Grrr… Rufff, just… just open the door!”

Lynn frowned “What? Fine..” she reached out and grabbed the handle, it wasn’t locked. As she turned the knob the door opened with a suddenness that knocked Lynn to her feet. A large shape barreled out of the darkness and straddled her. It looked like a do but… It was huge and, it wasn’t a dog at all. Sure it had some dog-like features, but there was no mistaking that this was Riley. The Riley-Dog’s long tongue lapped across Lynn’s face and the pinned girl grunted and tried to push the other off of her.

Riley scampered away and Lynn swore that beneath the barking she heard a ‘thank you’ as the girl-creature ran down the stairs, breaking into a four legged stance as she hit the ground floor and disappearing out of sight. Lynn wiped the drool from her face, sighing as she eyed some shallow scratches on her lower arms. The smell of dog clung to the air drifting out the open apartment door, and Lynn shook her head in dismay at what she saw. All the furniture looked like it had been chewed up by an animal, and there were empty containers of food strewn all over the place. This was unlike Riley, she was always a bit of a clean freak from what Lynn had seen, but then again, whatever or whoever that thing that bolted out of the apartment was, it wasn’t any Riley she knew. Either way, the barking was finally over, and Lynn could finally get a few hours sleep before the sun rose, or so she thought.

Sleep did not come easily for Lynn, she had washed and bandaged her scratches earlier, but they ached and itched bad enough that she was tossing and turning for over an hour until her exhaustion finally overtook her.

The blaring of the alarm clock on Lynn’s nightstand woke her at an time a few hours shy of reasonable. It was only six in the morning, and two restless hours had done nothing but soured her already tenuous mood. Lynn swatted at the alarm, but she missed the off button. She fumbled around but it was as if she was wearing a catcher’s mitt, her hands felt clumsy and stiff. Lynn let out a frustrated growl and then  barked angrily at the alarm. “Grrrr Stupid clock, I’m gonna brrrreak you! Rufff!”

Lynn hadn’t opened her eyes yet, dreading seeing the sun of daylight, but at the sound of the eerily familiar noise escaping her own lips, her eyes shot open. Lynn doubted this fact for a moment or two. Surly she was still asleep, it was the only thing that would explain the white fur poking through her bandages and the paw-like hands that had taken the place of her own. Lynn whimpered softly and she pushed herself into a sitting position with her… paws. She felt a pressure behind her get relieved and she let out a sigh, unaware that it had been caused by her tail being freed from beneath the weight of her body. The long black and white fluffed appendage swayed back and forth, and she felt it dully thwack against her pillow. She looked back and had no words.

It didn’t take too long for Lynn to connect the dots between the strange state of Riley’s appearance, and the sounds that had come from her apartment, it all made sense in a messed up way now. Whatever was happening to her, had also happened to Riley. Lynn scratched at her ears, which had grown to a pointed shape before dropping slightly, and were well on their way to short dog ears. She didn’t know what to do, it wasn’t very day that you turn into a dog person Ultimately she decided on checking Riley’s apartment for clues.

Riley’s scent hung in the air, and Lynn’s tail wagged at her notice of it. Lynn frowned and willed the unruly tail to stay still. As Lynn poked through the debris of Riley’s things, she felt a familiar itch on her upper arms and lower back, and could see white hairs growing in as she searched. It was getting hot in her apartment as the sun rose, and Lynn’s tongue occasionally dangled as she panted softly. Her face went red as she realized what she was doing and had to stop her more canine mannerisms again. By this point she had wasted a good deal of time, and she had for her efforts was some fur, and judging by the pointy shape she felt with her long tongue, some larger canine teeth as well. Lynn’s tail dropped between her legs when she saw the reflection of a girl who looked like she could be half collie in Riley’s broken mirror. Lynn whimpered, with no options left she calmed herself for a moment, and tried to focus in on her strangely acute sense of smell.

She felt like this was giving in to her more dog-like side, but It felt right to accept her strange new body. Lynn’s nose darkened and changed shape as she tried to harness it’s sniffing powers, and it didn’t take long for her face to push out into a slight muzzle. In moments she had picked up the scent enough to follow Riley’s outside and to head off in her general direction. If anyone knew what was going on it would be her, she just had to know…

Witches B-day gift showed up this morning. (we ordered from bad dragon late, but at least it’s here) The brown fade between the base and top isn’t as noticeable as it was in previews, and we could have gone slightly wider, but we are pretty happy with it, and hopefully witch will be very happy with it when we try it out later.

I’ve noticed a handful of TF artists who have muzzles that look like image #2, figured I’d see if I could lend any expertise on some basics to reach #5

No idea if my tutorial is any good, but hopefully someone finds it useful

My half of an art trade with HumanimalZoo. Haven’t done a girl this furry before, but it was fun to morph DawnWillow  There may be a futa version with a smuttier story eventually if I get around to it, if I do it will be up on tumblr later this week

The fake black spotted tail hung limply over the back of her shorts and she gave her round butt a shake to make it wag. It just didn’t have the same enthusiasm as a real tail. A dogs tail was supposed to wag enthusiastically, not flop about limply. She sighed, wishing it was a real tail, she would look so cute with a tail. She had to settle on making a little dog themed outfit, it was the closest she could come to being a dog. She took out a plastic headband with two floppy black and white ears and slipped it onto her head. She ruffled her hair until the ears poked out of it. They also looked cute, but they didn’t look real, not really. She pawed around in her bed stand drawer looking for her collar, she swore she had left it in here last time she wanted to play puppygirl. As she bent over to get a better look in the drawer she felt something odd. It felt like she was being tapped by something stiff and fluffy, it swatted her thigh a few times before topping.

She ignored the sensation once it stopped, unaware that as the fake tail was gaining heft and detail, it was also starting to stir, lightly wagging to and fro as it lifted up behind her. Within a few seconds it had gone from an obviously fake prop to a very realistic dogs tail. Small white hairs faded from it’s end onto her back and a light bit of white fur with black spots seemed to be growing outward from the base of the tail.

She continued to search the drawer but a car door closing from the neighbors yard made her ears twitch, but not her original ones, those seemed to have disappeared and the sound now caused her canine ears to move in the direction of the sound. She stifled a feeling in her chest that made her want to snap at the car and the only noise that came out was more a muted growl than anything. She shook her head, feeling a bit confused for a moment as odd instinctual thoughts fluttered in her consciousness. She scratched at her floppy ears in confusion.

She froze, the confusion she had felt the moment prior was gone, the air sucked out of the room and a cold chill made her sit upright with a frightened yelp. She slowly touched her ear… except the only ear she found… and felt was the black spotted dog ear. She pulled on it slightly, it didn’t feel attached to a hairband, it felt attached to her head. Her tail wagged with excitement at the prospect she actually had canine ears, like a real dog. She felt her tail whacking the pillow behind her and she looked over her shoulder to find a dalmatian’s tail happily wagging. She nearly shouted she was so excited, she had a real tail and ears and… and fur. Fur was growing… everywhere, all over her body the black and white hairs were sprouting, and her nose was starting to look darker and thicker.

She watched as her fingernails darkened and became pointed, hardening into small claws. She could feel her jaw stiffen as her canines lengthened. Her nose pushed out slightly giving her the barest hint of a muzzle and she had to struggle to remove her clothes as her body finished growing a coat of black spotted dalmatian fur.

She sat there with her shorts around her knees, shirt hanging loosely off of her chest, a smile on her face. She didn’t need toys to look like a cute doggygirl anymore, she really was one. She looked back toward her stand and something pointy and red caught her eye.

Well maybe there was one toy she still needed…

Rereading the lines for the fourth time she clears her throat and prepares to make her wish. As her mouth opens she feels a force compel her, and her words are not the ones she intended. No, they are things she would never say aloud, secret desires. Her eyes went wide as the words left her lips, falling out of her like water held in her hands.

“I.. Wish… I… Was… A… Catgirl..” The words were plucked out of her by the book, she was fully aware, but sounded like she was in a trance. 

People knew she loved cats, and a few had even seen her collection of art related to catgirls, but not a soul knew she wished to be one. She had always wanted to have a long fluffy tail and pointed ears covered in fur. She wanted to wear a collar with her name on it and to be able to purr. These were thoughts she thought late at night when she was alone, or when she browsed her computer and had a level of anonymity, never something she would say out loud, where other people could hear. The words had been spoken though, they had left her lips, not of her brains accord, but from her heart, and as hard as she tried to be upset by it, all she felt was joy, a childish glee like Christmas morning. The book was hot to the touch, it’s pages luminous even in the bright sterile light of the library. She felt her skin buzz as energy flowed up her arms and down her body, emanating from the book she couldn’t let go of if she wanted to.

Her hair standing up, the electric rush sent shivers down her spine and she felt it twitch and arch oddly. Her arms felt like she was holding live wires, the electric tingle was keeping her hands immobile. She watched as more and more hairs seemed to sprout from her forearms, growing into a thin layer of fluffy orange brown fur. The electricity continued to low up her arms, traveling up until her head buzzed fiercely. She felt a pinching feeling, like someone had hold of her ears and if she had been able to let go of the book she surly would have felt the strangle pointed shape and angle as they shifted up her head. The ears were lightly furred like her arm now, and the two orange pointed shapes parting her long blonde hair looked just like those of a cat.

She could feel it, feel herself actually turning into a cat, a catgirl, just like the ones she liked to look at. A rush of emotions filled her, she could feel the start of a small tail lifting her skirt up and she cursed herself for not wearing panties today. She had a tail… this… was awesome. She didn’t care if anyone saw, if everyone knew she was into catgirls, she didn’t even care that they would easily see her ass and maybe even her pussy at the right angle. The further the changes went the more excited she was, the more she tried to will them on. She wished she could run her hands down her furry thighs, wished she could tug on the fluffy tail that was growing longer by the second, wished she could grip her thick ass and-

She realized her hips and ass were swelling, growing more pronounced until her skirt was a little tight around her waist. It covered even less now, but she didn’t care, her butt felt so large, so plush, she couldn’t only imagine how much it would jiggle when she moved and the thought made her wish her hands were free even more. If only she could let go of the book for a moment she could take care of the building heat that was distracting her from just how good it felt to have the magic inside her.

It felt so good that she was worried she was going to cause a scene if it went on any longer, she wasn’t sure how long she could resist how good it felt without succumbing to pleasure. The magic energy seemed to sputter and wane, the warm pleasure became a dull glow and even though she didn’t want it to turn her all the way into a cat, she missed the feeling of the books power. Her hands suddenly came free and she stumbled back, leaning against a nearby table for support. Her breath was ragged and she couldn’t help but give a grin that exposed pointed teeth. She couldn’t believe it, she really was a… cat, a catgirl, with a rather thick backside. She rubbed her ass, feeling how big and soft it was, light fur dusting it’s sides. She could hardly believe that she was out in public, looking as feline as she did human, and rubbing her thick cheeks, but it was real, and it felt great…

It’s almost TF-Witch’s birthday, and i think we are gonna replace her old cheap dildo. Leaning toward getting something of a more equine persuasion from bad dragon. Might be going with the grey,brown,black one (middle left). It reminds us of a donkey and you know we like it Hehaaaawt in the bedroom ;)

“Okay, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, eggs, pumpkin puree, evaporated…. SHIT!” Amanda swore loudly as she pawed through the cans in the pantry looking for the can of evaporated milk to finished grandma’s homemade pumpkin pie recipe.

Sadly the can was non existent and after a few frustrated minutes of looking she gave up in defeat. She really didn’t want to drive into town, but she had already got the ingredients out and it was sort of a tradition of hers to make a pumpkin pie this time of year. The tall brown haired girl muttered under her breath as she went to go get ready.

She went to turn when she spied something in the back behind all the other cans, something that shined oddly, almost glowed, she reached in and yanked her hand back in surprise when something bit her. She brought her finger to her mouth and her eyes went wide as a small glowing figure almost floated out from the pantry.

“Hey, watch yourself big hands, you almost crushed me!” Shrieked a shrill and small voice. The figure looked up at the tall woman with a sly smile. “What, never seen a fairy before?”

“F-fairy?”

“Thaaaats what I said yeah… you big ones are always a bit slow on the uptake aren’t ya? No matter… what were you looking for anyway bighands?”

“My N-names Amanda, and I was… I’m loosing my mind aren’t I, I’m talking to a pixie that fell out of my food pantry…”

“PIXIE! Well, now you have just gone and made me mad miss Amanda bighands.”

“I… I’m sorry, you just…. I just needed to find my can of evaporated milk…”

“Well how about this, I’ll make sure you never run out of milk again, and you can just evaporate it yourself!” The spiteful fairy hummed and grew bright for a moment before a cloud of sparkly dust shot straight into Amanda face. The fairy flew in close to the coughing girl who tried to swat her away as she gagged. “Next time, learn some manners instead of trying to crush and insult everything!”

Amanda was left dumbfounded and gasping as the fairy disappeared as suddenly as it had emerged. Her disappearance wasn’t what concerned her though, the tingling in her chest and the static charge that left her hair on end was what worried her. As she caught her breath she started to feel the tingle in her chest grow into a burning heat, it encompassed her breasts and a region just below them and she could only watch in dismay and shock at what was to come.

The area below her chest started to swell, started to grow large and round and, she paused, was that… did she have… She gingerly touched what for all intents and purposes seemed to be a second set of breasts. They felt like breasts, they felt just like her top breasts, hot and full. All four of her breasts gre larger and larger by the moment, and her shirt strained to contain them, strained to keep them concealed, struggle to stay dry as her breasts started to let down a small but steady drip of milk. The more time passed the stronger the flow, the more intense the pressure, the larger they grew… they also looked kind of pink beneath her shirt for that matter.

Amanda stripped her milk sodden clothes off and saw her four heavy, pinkish, milk leaking breasts under the light of the kitchen for the first time. The pressure was so much, she groaned and had to lean back on the counter, she couldn’t decide if it felt good or terrifying, but what she did know was that she felt so full of milk she couldn’t think straight.

Maybe it was the milk making it hard to think, or maybe it was just the pressure building to each side of her head, her skull felt like it was about to burst and she couldn’t stand another moment of the intense building. Eventually a quick and sharp pain brought relief and the pressure subsided, but as she moved she felt an unusual weight and she poked herself hard as she tried to find out what was happening. Her hands fumbled around something pointy and hard that seemed to be quite attached to her skull. It took Amanda a moment before she realized that poking out from her brown hair was a bovine set of horns.

She wanted to run, to flee from the kitchen, abandoning her plans to make pie and hopefully finding out this was all a dream or that the fairy was still here and willing to undo this. She took a step forward and nearly fell as her toes cracked and twisted before becoming hard and stiff. The flesh darkened and merged together and she had to quickly kick off her heels before the dark swollen lumps that were her toes ripped through the poor footwear. Amanda’s eyes went wide as she lightly clopped across the floor on shaky legs and, she closed her eyes and tried to convince herself they were real, that she didn’t have hooves.

As she breathed heavily, milk dripping down her chest, hooves loud on the wooden floor, she started to notice an odd sensation. Her skin itched and tingled like it had fallen asleep, and as she opened her eyes she witnessed small white hairs beginning to grow in all over her body. Amanda groaned again, this time in a more bovine below than she intended, as her back arched and her spine clicked and cracked. Her eyes blurred and she saw stars for a moment as new vertebrae formed and pulled her spine. It didn’t take long until a long hairless shape of flesh hung behind her, and it flicked to life as it too began to be covered by the white fur.

She held her tail in her hand, it felt soft and warm and she couldn’t help but to enjoy touching it. Her nose began to itch and her nostrils flared as her lips and teeth became a bit numb. She felt her face push outwards slightly as her nose thickened and turned a shade of pink. It wasn’t but a few moments until she had a near muzzle and the tingle moved to her ears. She felt them grow in size swiftly, rapidly reaching a elongated shape that hung below her horns to each side. The last thing to change was a gradual darkening of her fur in certain areas until a cow like pattern of spots and blotches left her looking ever more like she belonged in a dairy.

Amanda nearly passed out when she caught her reflection in the metal side of her toaster, she looked more cow than girl at this point. She squeezed one of her quartets of breasts and watched it spray milk into her sink liberally. She sighed after milking herself for a few minutes and grabbed a kettle from a cabinet and turned on her stove, wondering how long it would take to make some homemade evaporated milk.

My entry into the Photomanip Discord’s Magic Challenge  

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Maybe it was cliched, but October had always been her favorite time of the year. The cool weather and colorful leaves made for a beautiful season, and nobody paid mind to her dressing up like a witch all month. They just assumed she was a Halloween enthusiast, and while that wasn’t untrue, the steeple hat was as much a nod to her alewife ancestors as a not so subtle hint at her current profession. Her business was that of witchcraft, specifically brewing potions and tonics for various mundane and mystical uses.

Today she was enjoying a rather windy October first, glad to have the heat of stuffy late September blown out of her house and some fresh air in the old cottage. The smell of crisp morning air mixed with that of dried herbs and… milk? She stopped for a moment before recalling the business at hand, today she needed to brew up a potion that would help a local farmer’s dairy remain operational. This year had been a tough one, and if his cows didn’t stop under producing her might be forced to sell the farm. He had been a family friend for years and she still fondly remembered picking pumpkins out of his garden at Halloween as a kid. She smiled wistfully as she collected the ingredients she needed on to her table and started to measure of how much she needed of what.

As she separated and mixed the contents a strong gust of wind whipped through the cottage. A small opened pouch of a powder was blown into her face and she launched into a sneezing fit. Her sneezes were so violent she accidentally overturned the half completed potion she had been at work on and it’s contents splashed over her chest.

Her breasts tingled and her back hurt immediately, her eyes went wide when she realized that potion was less inert at this stage than she had imagined. The potion was clearing having some sort of effect on her and she could give a few guesses at what was going to happen. There was a sharp pinching feeling below her breasts followed by a dull ache and some pressure, she reached down and even through her clothing she could feel… was that a nipple? She felt the other side and there was a second one, slowly she lifted her shirt and groaned loudly at the sight of all four of her breasts. As soon as the fabric was lifted her breasts almost sensed the room to grow and started to swell, she tried in vain to hold them still, to push them back, but her hands rapidly filled with soft boob flesh.

As she struggled to contain her expanding bosom she didn’t notice that her nose had stayed pink from her sneezing, and the color had spread until the entire front of her nose was a rosy color. It also looked wider, thicker, from the bridge to the tip it was taking on a rather broad shape. Her ears had begun to have pins and needles, a numb feeling like they had fallen asleep and if she hadn’t been so concerned by the increasingly large and heavy breasts in her hands and arms, she might have noticed how large her ears were. They had become round and large, a light layer of fuzzy hair, fur really, had grown over them and was the same color as hers.

Her back still ached like she had slept on the ground, and the only thing that stopped her fretting over her huge breasts and there decidedly teat like nipples was the cracking and popping as her spine suddenly lengthened. She grit her teeth and saw stars, not so much in pain as just blindsided by the intense sensation. She leaned against the table to balance herself as new vertebrae formed and a long thick tail grew out from above her ass which had also grown a bit thicker and more plump. As she slowly began to process her surroundings once more she noticed the long swaying tail. It was as thick as her wrist and she could feel the weight of it as it moved. She ran her hand down the length and shivered as she felt her hand caress the new part of her for the first time. Soft skin, soft fur, a tuft of black fur at the end… she stopped touching it when she heard the sound of something dripping onto the table. It was the splatter of milk… she looked down at her chest and saw that she had indeed achieved a rather potent amount of milk production, just not for a cow. Her breasts felt almost painfully full, heavy and hot as they still swelled with milk. She tugged and pull at her many nipples trying to milk herself faster than she produced the cream, trying to do anything to stop the pressure.. at least from getting worse. Currently it actually felt a bit nicer than she was ready to admit. Tugging her four teats and spraying fine jets of milk into a nearby bucket made her face red and her loins ache.

The young blonde haired woman got down on all four, her legs were shaky and she couldn’t manage to keep her balance on trotters yet. Trotters… she had real pig’s feet, hooves instead of digits, hard and unyieldly. It was this lack of digits currently preventing her from figuring out a way to turn herself back. Instead she was crawling around like an animal trying not to think about how porcine she looked now. A flat snout, curled tail, big floppy ears, she was as much pig as girl at this point and it was disturbing how natural it felt to be on all fours. Her mind was actively fighting against her, pig like instincts struggling to dominate her thoughts, but she wasn’t about to be stuck as a pig forever. She grit her teeth and banished the bestial thoughts from her mind and focused on that task at hand… hoof… whatever, she just needed to focus and stop squealing and oinking so loud before the neighbors heard…

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“Does this goat’s milk taste funny to you?”

“Actually… It tastes pretty good, better than it normally does.”

“Exactly… I wonder if they got new goats or a new milker or something.”

“Yeah it must be something like that… It used to have that barnyard taste to it, I didn’t really want to ever drink it plain but now…”

“It’s so sweet and clean now… We have to buy some more of this next time we drive by that farm.”

“definitely!”


The verdict was in, Greenfield Grove Organic Goat’s Milk was getting rave reviews and was struggling to meet demands. Something about the milk had suddenly changed, the goats seemed happier, healthier, and produced twice as much milk as they had. Gabrielle had only recently started working on the farm, but even she could tell how drastically the quality of the milk had gone up. It had actually got her kind of curious, just how did the old farmer manage to improve his farm so much seemingly overnight? She had checked out the milking area, the machine was the same one that had been there when she got hired, the barn was clean but there was nothing special about it, the pasture seemed normal as ever, nothing was out of place.

She hadn’t been able to get a single clue from the old man as to his secret, but he was quick to remind her not to go into the forest behind the farm and she soon became suspicious of his reasons. One day, while the farmer was making a run into town, Gabrielle decided that she was going to find out what he had hidden in the woods behind the barn one way or another. It was a particularly hot day, cloudless sky, no breeze, the ground desperate for rain (not that you could tell with how lush the farm looked) Gabby was happy to be under the shade of the trees and was confident the goats would be fine for a few minutes of her exploration.

As she hopped over the fence and made her way to the dense trees she felt a cool breeze that drifted out of the foliage carrying the scent of clovers and fresh dew. She could almost feel an aura of refreshing spring about the place and she instantly felt at ease. Maybe the farmer wasn’t really hiding anything, maybe this was just his secret spot to get out of the summer heat, maybe…

She heard a noise coming from in further in the trees. It sounded… melodic, almost like a birdsong… but she was sure she heard a mans voice. As she strained to make out what she was hearing she heard a sound that was unmistakably a goats bleat. One of the animals must have gotten loose somehow, she thought as she moved to what looked to be a small path into the trees. The faint trail weaved through the dense trees and she quickly lost sight of the farm behind her as she entered the woods. It took her a few moments of bushing through bushes and past overhanging branches until she came out into a clearing. There was a small field inside the woods, about a twenty foot circle of grass with a particularly talk oak in it’s center that gave the area a good amount of shade. Below the tree she spied the horns of one of the goats hiding in the grass.

“Hey there little fella, how did you get all the way out here?”

The shaped in the grass rustled and stirred and Gabrielle took a step back as it lurched to it’s feet groggily. The shape grew into a human sized figure, easily four and a half feet tall. The man if you could call him that, had oddly bent fur covered legs ending in two cloven hooves and had a large pair of horns poking out of the top of his bushy hair next to his floppy ears. His chest was covered in a fluffy mound of chest hair and he had a small goatee and a big nose. As she yawned and scratched his side he eventually noticed the slack jawed dark haired girl at the other end of the clearing.

“Wha-a-aat do we have here!? A maiden, lost and forlorn in the den of the lonely satyr, ah tis true, fate must have planned this day to be. Pray tell, what is your name sweet maiden?”

“Y-you spoke!” Gabrielle stammered. “Y-you’re a goat… a goat man..”

“A satyr to be precise maiden, but I am more curious, who are you? You aren’t the old farmer, maybe his daughter, or simply a lost traveler?”

“I… I’m Gabby… Gabrielle, I work at the farm and I thought that… I must be crazy, I’m talking to a goat. Maybe I got heatstroke and I’m hallucinating.” Gabrielle doubted her senses and watched as the short furry man approached her, his steps a graceful trot that showed of his dexterity despite his digitigrade stance.

“Ga-a-a-a-brielle? Such a beautiful name for a maiden, and you say you are in the employ of the farmer? Are you here for another blessing then, so soon?”

“B-blessing?”

“I though… ” He paused an then let out deep laugh. “Crafty old man he is, keeping my gifts a secret. And you, you are here to uncover his duplicitous nature am I right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “It is magic my young maiden, old and powerful magic, the same which keeps this land lush and verdant year in and year out. The same which keeps the green a secret that most never learn. I have been want of companionship these long years and when I spied the old timer tending to his flock I had to see if he was worthy to share a drink with.” He pulled a leather wineskin from a small belt she had not noticed him wearing and uncorked it’s stopper before taking a deep drink. As she finished he swooned and swayed, his face flush and his grin earnest. “Strong as ever… care for a drink?” He waved the wineskin at her.

Gabby didn’t reach for the drink, still convinced this was a dream or a hallucination. She started to move toward the edge of the clearing.

“Ga-a-a-abby… leaving so soon? Tis rude to refuse my hospitality, mayhap a demonstration of the power of the green to convince a doubtful maiden of my potency yes?” He dropped the wineskin to the ground and started to dance. Gabby was a bit taken aback by the scene before her, but the swaying hips of the small goatman left her transfixed. She watched the graceful dance with a sense of awe, it felt unnatural, as if he wasn’t moving but the ground was shifting beneath him giving him the illusion of motion. She felt time pass, and she couldn’t tell if minutes or years were flowing by. A overwhelming sense of calm and life filled her with a primal joy that left her drained and spent as the furry mans twirling ceased.

The satyr took a moment to collect himself and then looked at Gabrielle with a grin. “Ah what beauty! I have outdone myself this time, a maiden like you was a perfect gardens to bear the fruit of my power.”

Gabby fell back on to her ass and blinked in confusion, suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings once more. She was still in the grove with the odd goatman, and she felt… she felt strange. She raised her arms and looked at the layer of furry hair growing from them, she moved and felt her body jiggle with a healthy amount of chubby fat that had not been there before. Her breasts hung from her chest heavily, large and pink in color, her nipples hanging low like the teats of a goat. Her eyes went wide. “Y-you turned me into a goat!?”

“A goat? Don’t be absurd Gabrielle, you are still a most lovely of maiden, I just gave you the same blessing I gave the farmers flock. Tis true it has altered your nature a bit, but giving you such a fertile form tis a blessing! To have such a natural countenance and physique, you look divine.”

“I look like a go-o-o-a-a-a-t…” She didn’t noticed her voice breaking into a rough bleat but the satyr could barely hide his grin, she would make a far better companion than the old farmer had, he was only good for drinking more than his share of his wine. Gabrielle on the other hand was a vision, a canvas he had masterfully painted whether or not she appreciated his artistry. She would come to understand the magic of the green in time, there were so many things he had to show her…

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs Day 5 Vampire

For the life of her she couldn’t figure out how her fake vampire teeth were being held in place, theirs was nothing to hold them on and yet the were sturdy looking even. In fact, she tried giving them a little tug and found they were VERY firmly attached, her brow furrowed as she tried once again to loosen the teeth. They didn’t budge, and her forehead felt like it was scrunching hard in frustration. She walked toward the mirror to get a better look and felt her nose start to clench and flare, she let out a petite sneeze before looking up and into the wall mirror.

A pair of red orange eyes stared back from a monstrously contorted face, it’s skin deathly pale, and its features terrifying. For all intents and purposes she had the best vampire costume she had seen in a while.