Day 1

Body Art

Day 1: Morning

I wake up with the sun in my eyes, wrapped in a blanket. I blink my eyes and sit up, not entirely sure where I am. The cool morning air gives me goosebumps and makes the nipples on my naked breasts stiffen. I gasp as I realise the walls of my room are see through and that I am in the middle of the college square. And I'm naked! It's like a nightmare!

I pull my blanket up to cover myself as a busload of tired commuters walks past, casting a curious glance my way.

And then I realise where I am and what I'm doing. I laugh and drop the blanket and flop back letting my nude form free. This is why I am here, why hide my body?

I roll onto my knees, and stand, padding over to the full-length mirror hanging in one corner of my cell. I carefully scrutinize and itemize my body, try to drink it all in. I will change soon, and I should appreciate myself every morning. This, I realise, should be a part of my routine.

How I look this morning as a human:

- I have shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes.

- I have a somewhat long, straight nose and a thin pair of lips in an angular face.

- I stand 5' 7" tall and have a swimmers build, with wide shoulders and a somewhat narrow waist.

- I have b cup breasts that sag slightly so that they sit low on my chest if unsupported.

- While I am pretty fit my stomach is not entirely flat and projects ever so slightly.

- Despite my slightly narrow hips, my butt swells nicely and my thighs are wide and soft. When I walk they rub together a little.

- My arms and legs are slightly too short for my torso, but are pleasantly strong and sturdy.

- I keep my pubic region shaved and smooth and have a vagina with modest labia that peak out only slightly when I am not aroused.

Overall I enjoy my body. I may not be the most conveniently attractive woman I know (that honour is likely Tandra's), but I think I'm still quite pretty and have a certain strength of body that is kind of sexy. No matter how I end up, I think I'll miss this version of me.

Saying goodbye to myself in the mirror like this is bittersweet.

Fortunately a knock on the window of my cell interrupts my melancholy. Tandra has arrived carrying her yoga mat and my breakfast.

I hurried over to the small pass through window the engineers had added to my cell. It is a round door about chest height large, just about large enough to shove my head through, or receive a coffee and tasty breakfast pastry. Wide enough, basically to keep me fed and free of waste, but nowhere large enough to escape through.

I accepted the bundle of morning food and set it aside on my small table and dig my thin sleeping mat out from under my blankets. I roll out the mat and join Tandra by the window. Tandra, an off and on again instructor, had promised to stop by every morning before her classes to do yoga with me to help acquaint myself with my new body. She also thought doing it today would be a good way to say goodbye to my current form. 

As Tandra lead me through my poses, downward facing dog, cobra pose, chair pose, half moon pose, I could feel my body stretch and strain in pleasant and familiar ways. This was the simple joy of movement, the pleasure of my sturdy, reliable body. This is what I'm risking, what I've already given away.

I can't help but wonder, will I even be able to do this in my final form?

The thought chills and excites me.

After we cool down and meditate, Tandra and I sit back to back against the cell wall, me nude, and have an ordinary chat. We talk about our impending exams, about the progress of Tandra's project, a bit about her adventurous love life. Thankfully, Tandra doesn't dwell on my impending change.

As I finish my coffee, and pastry I realize I have to pee and worse, have to shit. Here I am in a glass box, with no privacy and one of my best friends in clear view. And, now that I look around, quite a few gawking strangers curious about the naked girl in the box. I blush furiously.

But it's not like I really have a choice.

I make my way over to the small bucket I've brought in for such purposes, squat over it and release a stream of urine as people point and stare. That completed I sit on the bucket and shit, hurrying and trying not to make eye contact with Tandra. I am completely humiliated.

Tandra had waited patiently for me to finish and looked, if anything, a little excited. She wished me good luck and told me she would see me the next morning before departing.

I waved goodbye and sat to write about my morning.

***

Day 1: Afternoon

Shortly before noon Katka arrives to start snapping photos. Just in time to catch me squatting over my bucket for another piss in front of a pretty sizeable crowd. Performing bathroom functions in public was not an aspect of my performance I had considered before. It is certainly not an enjoyable experience.

Katka wasn't just there to take humiliating photos of me but had also brought me lunch. The slow acting dcum mixture for my act was apparently delayed by gastric emptying, so it was only to be taken on a full stomach. I traded Katka the box of sandwich and fries for my bucket of waste through the pass through.

While I eat my food, the college lunch crowd surges onto the square. I find myself sitting naked in the centre of a sprawling mass of onlookers as I loudly explain, for about the thousandth time today, what I am doing, what the performance is. I see shocked faces and curious faces, angry faces and confused faces, supportive faces, and occasionally, I see aroused faces. I hadn't even really started, and already I was eliciting reactions.

Katka, returning with my empty bucket, was sure to take several photographs.

It wasn't long before a small procession of alchemy students announced the arrival of the honours students with my daily vials.

Hendricks and his four cohorts lead the alchemists wearing their traditional, ceremonial lab coats and thick black rubber gloves. The other alchemists wear only their normal day-to-day coats and formed a gaggle behind them. It is quite the spectacle.

In the distance, standing on top of a picnic table, her hair clipped back severely stands Professor Lipple. She holds a lab notebook and brings a brass eyeglass up to her eye so she can observe me and the process at a distance. She watches me through her optics, moues, and makes a mark in her notebook.

Deciding to oblige her, I hold my arms out to my sides and turn a slow pirouette, showing her my whole body. Dr. Lipple nods curtly and makes another annotation.

The alchemist procession makes it to my cell and Hendricks approaches my pass through window bearing a wooden test tube rack with five test tubes in it.  Each test tube is brightly coloured corresponding to a different, unknown alchemist. There is an orange one, a blue one, a purple one, a red one, and a green one. I don't know what any potion does or who made which one.

The lack of control makes me breath a bit faster.

I open the pass through window and accept the rack of tubes and carefully set it on my small table.

I smile at Hendricks and wave, he bows solemnly in return and retreats to the respectful distance the rest of the alchemists are maintaining.

Next to the rack of coloured, transformative test tubes is a five-sided dice with the colours of the tubes on it.

It will choose what change I get.

The randomness makes me hot, makes me pant.

I pick up the dice, roll it in my hands, blow on it and roll it across the table.

It rattles a rainbow and bounces across the table, falls to the floor of my cage and comes to a stop.

Heedless of exposing my now swollen vagina, I drop to all fours and crawl after the dice and see it on the floor.

It shows green.

I am breathless and slick with excitement.

Abandoning the dice on the floor, I race back to the table.

Lift the green vial, showing it to the crowd.

I uncork it in a flourish…

I kiss my humanity goodbye….

And swallow it's contents utterly

Immediately a feeling like drinking nettles fills my mouth and throat and settles with a heat in my stomach.

And for a while that is all.

The crowd shifts and looks impatient. Clearly they were expecting an immediate change. Some of the people mutter after a few minutes and wander off, perhaps thinking this is all a joke. The rest settle in, staring at me and waiting.

Katka keeps snapping photos.

After 15 minutes or so the pinprick sensation in my mouth intensifies painfully. A change must be manifesting.

I rush to the mirror in my cell and stare at my lips, expecting them to swell into something sexual like a cunt or an anus. They stubbornly look the same. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue to see if it is a phallus or clit or longer. Yet it too looks normal. The tingling in my mouth stops. Nothing I can see has changed.

I swallow in disappointment... but swallowing is somehow harder?

I roll my tongue in my mouth and it feels sticky, and clumpy and the entire orifice tastes salty and a bit buttery.

Something has clearly changed.

I drag my tongue along my cheeks and accumulate the lumpy fluid in my mouth and spit it onto my hands.

Sitting in my palms is what looks like a shiny ball of cum.

Experimentally I sniff it and it reeks of semen.

My mouth now salivates thick, ropey, smelly, gobs of cum.

Holy fucking shit!

I swallow with difficulty and think about this.

My mouth is always going to be full of cum.

Talking is going to be harder.

Everything I eat is going to taste like salty semen.

I will always have cum breath.

This is going to be very inconvenient and is a change I would never pick for myself.

I am so fucking turned on.

And still, the tingling heat of the green potion sits in my stomach and innards.

There are more changes to come still.

While I wait for the next change to occur, I drag my beanbag chair over to the mirror and flop into it. I try to speak and find that I still can, but that if I don't swallow before starting it sounds like I have a mouth full of something sticky like peanut butter. And even if I do swallow my cum before starting I find I have a slight lisp now, and that I spit a little with certain sounds. I will have to be careful with my p's or I will risk lobbing flecks of cum at the people listening to me.

As I sat there practicing speaking and swallowing, enjoying the taste of cum in my mouth and rubbing my vulva idly I feel the hot tingle of the alchemical potion slide deeper inside me and intensify.

This time the intense, stinging pinpricks are centred in my guts and in my vagina.

Excited I dash back to the mirror and ogle my cunt expecting something dramatic like swelling or growing a cock. I am torn between wanting to watch it happen or stroking my dripping cunt goodbye. I settle on touching myself and stopping at the first sign of a change.

I watch with rapt attention.

Katka outside my cell snaps photo after photo.

And all of a sudden.... the tingling stops.

My vagina still looks completely the same.

I feel a momentary pang of disappointment, and then realize that something had to have changed.

And then I feel it.

My bladder swelling painfully inside me, so full that it actually slightly distends my belly. It aches, screams for release.

Aghast I waddle to my waste bucket and squat over it.

I clench to pee and moan as I feel an alien blast of pleasure and a weird pulsing sensation instead of the familiar emptying stream of urine.

I was ejaculating!

Instead of urine, my bladder was full of semen, and now instead of peeing I was spurting cum! So much cum! Ropes of white fluid shooting, blasting from my urethra and out of my vulva.

I pee cum!

It just keeps coming out of me!

Until, shuddering, I collapse in ecstasy on the floor, the waste bucket behind me half full of cups of my slowly cooling spunk.

I reach down and jam my hands into my aching cunt and rub myself to orgasm, heedless of the unwiped cum-piss still coating my lips. Now this is a change!

And still, deep inside me, I can feel the tingling heat of the potion still working its magic on me.

I lay on the floor basking in the glow of my orgasm and weird new ejaculation based urination. I feel wonderful. I swallow another mouthful of cum. As I stare at the ceiling I wonder what the next change will be.

As suddenly as the lasts two changes occurred I feel the tell-tale pinpricks of change sweep through my guts. My intestines gurgle and writhe, I feel them mobilizing. My bowels suddenly feel full, and a cramp lances through my insides. I clutch my stomach, trying to massage the cramp and make for my bucket.

I shuffle, kneel over it and bear down on what feels like it will be an unpleasant bowel movement. Maybe the elixir has disagreed with my stomach?

As I push, I feel the tingling of transformation intensify in my butthole. I feel something slip from my asshole, but it doesn't feel like shit and I don't hear anything splash in the fun filled bucket.

Instead I feel an aching, hot, pulsing hardness and a growing pressure.

A pressure that makes me wet and makes me pant which makes drool lines of semen leak out of my mouth.

I feel the pressure and ache build and I squat up and look between my legs and see that a seven inch dick the colour of my anus has grown out of my asshole and is pulsing in time to my heart beat.

With a crescendo of transformation sensations and final burst of pressure the cock erupts with cum.

I cry out, thrilled with the alien sensation of a cock ejaculating as it spews huge amounts of semen into my bucket.

The ejaculation goes on and on, as more and more cum comes spewing out of me. I feel my bowels relax and empty as the bucket spills over with cum and begins to pool around my feet.

I realise I'm shitting cum.

I pee and poop semen!

And still I'm ejaculating my ass cum into the bucket, screaming and groaning in pleasure!

Suddenly, in the throes of my butt cuming I feel myself loose control of my bladder and feel my urethra begin to ejaculate my cum pee all over my feet too. I am spurting great ropes of cum out of my cunt and ass and I feel incredible.

And suddenly it's over and I'm squatting in a hot, smelly pile of my semen over a bucket full of my waste cum. I'm panting and my legs are weak. I sit down right in my cum and laugh a little deliriously. I'm a freak! A freak whose digestive system is a giant cum factory!

I flop onto my side and roll in my cum. I scoop some up, a double handful and shovel it into my already cum filled mouth and swallow it. It tastes the same as my mouth semen. I grab and eat another handful and another. In laying here eating the cum from my ass and bladder in a glass box in front of a crowd of people.

I reach down and begin penetrating my vagina with my cum soaked hands.

I'm in heaven.

****

Day 1: Evening

When I come back to my senses some time later, I find myself laying in a cool slick of drying cum. I'm covered in dry semen and my hair is crusty with it. I look and smell like the victim of a bukaki video, except the cum is all mine.

I blush, but don't really feel bad about it.

I realise my anus cock has disappeared, presumably back into my butthole. I slip a cum slick finger into my anus and feel it there, a deflated glans ready to remerge. I wonder if it only comes out when I have to shit or if it will slide out if I'm aroused too.

I hear a knock on the window and see Katka holding a pair of buckets and some noodle box takeout.

Katka tells me she brought me hot water for a sponge bath to clean the cum off and a bigger bucket for my new bodily functions. She also brought me dinner.

I gratefully accept the bucket of hot water to clean myself and hand Katka my cum filled waste bucket.

Katka carries it over to a storm drain and dumps my semen while I start to clean off my dried cum. I dunk my head in the bucket first getting my hair wet in an attempt to get the worst of the cum out. By the time Katka walks back with the empty bucket I give up on completely cleaning my hair: there is just too much of my gunk in it for a pail of water to clean. I do get the worst out. I switch to sponging off the caked on cum on my skin and while I bathe Katka and I have a conversation.

Katka: "Well that was wild!"

Me: "Yeah, I hope you got some good photos."

Katka: "Of course! Don't you worry about that. So how does it feel?"

Me: "Weird. But, good, I think. Going to the bathroom is pretty interesting now. The permanent mouthful of cum is going to take some getting used to though."

Katka: "It looked pretty intense from the outside. What's it like having a penis? Can I see it?"

Me: "I think it only comes out when I'm shit-cuming... and it's different. It's nice like having an orgasm, but more centred? Like my new ass-shaft becomes the centre of the world while it's erect and spewing...."

Katka: "Mmmmm... that sounds like it would be nice."

Me: "It is. I kind of hope I get a cock that isn't just for shit-cuming..."

Katka: "Ha! I'd be surprised if you somehow got through this without a dozen more cocks!"

Me: "Haha! Oh god! You're probably right!"

Katka: "You know, it's really brave what you're doing. I, uh, can't thank you enough for letting me take photos of this. It feels really important, and, well, it's really sexy to watch."

Me: "Oh? Am I tempting someone to change?"

Katka: "Oh, I wouldn't go that far Ms-eats-her-own-shit-cum, but well, it looks exciting."

Me: "Maybe you'll come around if I ever get a non-scat transformation."

Katka: "Maybe..."

Me: "Did you see Williard today or Prof Bluthe? I didn't see either of them."

Katka: "I definitely didn't see Prof Bluthe, I was looking for him since I had a few questions. Williard was here though; kind of near the back. He watched you change."

Me: "How did he look?"

Katka: "Thoughtful. Well, at least until you started rolling in and eating that come you shat... then he looked a bit disturbed and left. Is everything okay with you guys?"

Me: "I don't know..."

After that we eat our noodle boxes together and make small talk. Katka doesn't want to show me the photos since she’s worried about contaminating my performance and because she is in the “take a million photos and then be selective about she shows people” school of photography. I'd see them when everything was done. She assures me that she got some really sexy and spectacular shots that she just couldn't wait to show me.

Finishing my dinner box I feel my bladder swell uncomfortably. Making an apologetic look, I scramble over to my new bigger bucket and stand over it to pee. I gasped and cry out, I can't help myself, as my bladder clenches orgasmically and I begin to ejaculate out my cum pee. I grab my breasts and arch my back. Peeing feels wonderful.

Katka stares transfixed for a moment and then dives for her camera. I hear the mechanical snap of it's shutters as I cum and cum until my bladder is empty.

When I am done, a flushed Katka empties my new bucket for the night and wishes me a good night.

***

Day 1: Night

It's the middle of the night. I wake up suddenly sure I am being watched. I had been fast asleep, so maybe it was from a dream? I sit up in my cell and look through the windows of my cell. The square is well lit but empty.

Or is it?

Is that a man over in the distance watching me sleep?

Is it my imagination?

I think about calling campus security, but figure I am safe in my well built box.

My bladder is full though, so I drag myself to my bucket and enjoy another screaming pee-gasm before crawling back into my bed.

Who knew what tomorrow would bring?

***

Next: Day 2