Day 2

Body Art

Day 2: Morning

I wake up bleary, mouth tasting of cum, to the sound of someone knocking on my cell wall. I roll over to glare at the obnoxious shithead and see Tandra smiling beatifically and brandishing my breakfast. I swallow as much of my cum drool as I can, groan, and untangle myself from my bed.

If Tandra is here already, I must have overslept. I guess transforming and having powerful orgasms whenever you use the bathroom really takes it out of you.

Speaking oh which, my bladder and bowels both feel full. I grin at Tandra, looks like she gets a demonstration of the new me right away. I feel my anus dick slide out of my ass and become erect as I make my way to my bucket.

I squat over the bucket and pant and moan as the familiar pleasure and spurting sensation of my bowel ejaculating rushes over my body. I fondle my breasts a bit and gasp, and see a shocked looking Tandra staring at me.

As then spurts of cum from my urethral trail off, I start to push on the shit-cum inside my colon. Except this time nothing happens. I bear down as hard as I can, and just see my ass-dick bob up and down a little. Why isn't this working?

A cramp rolls throw my full guts and tears are in my eyes.

A concerned Tandra rushes over and asks what's happening. I explain how this worked yesterday and Tandra suggests that maybe that time was special. Maybe normally I would have to stimulate my ass-cock to shit. That I’d need to masturbate my anus dick to empty my bowels.

I reach down and touch my butt dick, gasping at the sensation.

I wrap my hand around my phallus and begin to gently run it back and forth down the length of it.

I whimper, but don't stop.

I tighten my grip and begin to pump up and down my ass dick quicker. And quicker. And quicker!

I shudder and gasp.

I feel the pressure building, the pressure of the cum in my bowels, the pressure of the cum in my dick.

I screech and feel my ass-dick boil and erupt as I ejaculate the cum that has replaced my shit.

Tandra watches looking fascinated. Looking aroused.

As I squat over my bucket spewing cum from my ass through my pulsing cock, I realize just how attractive my friend Tandra is. Her generous lips, sculpted cheekbones, sweeping cape of dark hair are classically pretty while her body is gorgeous. As my gaze creeps down her elegant neck and to the swell of her breasts in her tight exercise outfit, nipples clearly visible on her heaving flesh, I realize that its not just me appreciating my pretty friend, but that I'm sexually attracted to her.

I cough on the phlegmy cum in my mouth.

I want to fuck my friend!

Finally my ass dick stops spewing, and I collapse to my knees breathless and flushed.

Tandra just quirks an eyebrow and asks if I'm still up for yoga.

I nod, but tell her I have to check myself out in the mirror first.

I wipe myself off and hurry over to the corner with the mirror and look at myself. With my ass dick retracted I look deceptively normal: it's like I haven't changed at all. Still the same brown haired young woman with a swimmers shoulders, modest breasts, slightly soft bottom, and normal looking vulva. I look completely like myself.

Except my mouth is full of cum and I shit and piss buckets of cum and I have a situational penis and want to fuck my friend with it.

I kind of love my new, old body.

But I can't stop now.

Tandra knocks on my cell window again reminding me she has a limited amount of time for our yoga session. I dig out my sleeping mat and join her for our session.

Tandra begins to lead us through our poses. I work on my breathing, finding it more difficult with my cummy mouth. It's challenging, but the more I work on it, the easier it gets.

Tandra switches to poses, and as she leads us into downward facing dog, I find myself staring at her toned ass in her tight, tight yoga pants. It's perfect contours, the way her thighs meet it, the sinuous flow of her back as she transitions into cobra. I feel myself getting wet at the view. Tandra pulls back, lifting herself into dog pose again, and this time I see it, the clear contours of her cameltoe pressing against her pants.

I almost fall over.

I want her.

I focus on my breathing instead of my aching cunt and somehow make it through the rest of our session without breaking down and masturbating.

Tandra hands me my breakfast. Blushing, tells me she loves my new way of pooping and rushes off on her day.

I fantasize about her and play with my cunt while I wait for the release of another piss-gasm or the arrival of my next vial.

***

Day Two: Afternoon

I spend the rest of the morning people watching the people watching me while I wait for Katka to bring me my pre-transformation meal.

Today there are a lot more people in the square come to see the freak girl in her box. Word must have gotten out about the events of yesterday. I smile, it's great when people care about your performance.

The makeup of the crowd is somewhat different today too. Yesterday it was mostly random students and alchemists come to study my change. So far today the crowd is more interesting and has more clear clustered sub groups.

There is still a large body of random students crossing the square and being drawn to the spectacle of me, which makes a kind of amorphous tide of people. There is also a rotating cluster of alchemists, here already, to observe and study, as well as a cluster of the transformation subculture at the school today: a lot of punky looking kids, some with minor changes displayed like tattoos, anchored by a few remarkable extreme forms. I see the engineers who built my cage, proudly examining their handiwork. I spot Elise and her cock, Kai, standing with a shy looking boy and I wave at them.

There is also another group I can't quite pin down. They are a tight packed preppy looking crowd wearing smart dresses and sharp coats and ties. It's hard to make out, but they seem kind of hostile, or at the very least disproving of me.

I feel my bladder swell inside me and I head over to my bucket. I release my bladder and get swept away in a rush of organic bliss as I spurt my wonderful cum into my bucket. Feeling sexy and knowing I have an audience, I choose to make the most of it: I cup my breasts, stroke my cunt, get cum all over my hands and thighs.

And I watch the crowd react.

The passing students look shocked, while the alchemists nod academically. The transformation fans whoop and applaud and catcall. The engineers lean together and consult, perhaps working on a solution to my waste problem. The preppy students, though, look horrified and angry.

And then they look resolved.

They reach into a box they brought and start distributing signs with slogans.

Slogans like: "humanity for all!"

Or: "default without fault!"

Or: "change is for the worse!"

Or: "two legs good, six foot penis tail bad!"

They were protestors!

Protestors here to demonstrate against me!

This was going to be awesome!

I spot Katka making her way across the square with my food. She notices the protestors, drops my lunch on the ground and whips up her camera, fiddles with her lens, and starts taking pictures of the protestors. She looks up at me for a second and we share a big grin.

You aren't doing performance art right if it isn't polarizing.

Katka keeps snapping photos until she is satisfied that she has caught the moment, picks up my lunch, and passes it to me through the window. It's sushi. I wonder how wasabi will taste when mixed with cum. Katka apologizes for making me eat alone and rushes off to get more photos of people in the square from different angles.

I eat my lunch, actually enjoying the salty flavour that my semen saliva imparts on the fish, watching the crowd shift and react to itself.

It isn't long until I spot the procession of alchemists in their formal attire approaching. Again Hendricks leads the pack carrying today's rack of transformation vials. I feel myself getting excited at the sight.

In the distance, Professor Lipple again climbs onto her picnic table, takes out her notebook and telescope to watch.

Hendricks solemnly passes me today’s vials through the pass through and smiles. I grin back and carefully deposit the vials on my small table. I retrieve the leftover vials from the previous day and entrust them back to Hendricks who accepts them with care and steps back to watch me select my vial.

I am slick between my legs and flushed.

I scoop up my dice, and give it a roll.

Impatient to see which vial I will be taking this time I put a lot less force into the roll so that it finishes rolling while still on my small table.

I moan as it stops, and rub my hand against my cunt.

The dice is showing purple.

Squeezing my thighs together I reach over to the rack of dcum vials and pick up the purple vial.

I carefully uncork it.

Bring it my lips.

And drain the vial in a single pass.

I drop the vial and rush over to the mirror, except this time I don't really feel any new sensations right away.

I look at Hendricks who shrugs, and the other alchemists who mostly nod encouragingly. Dr. Lipple in the distance makes a note in her book.

I walk back over to the wall near Hendricks, where I can still see the mirror, and slide down the window so that I'm sitting with my back on the plexiglass and my butt on the floor. If I have to wait for the fireworks, I might as well get comfortable and have someone to talk with.

I glance over my shoulder at Hendricks and invite him to sit and talk with me. He sits down with his back to the glass, facing away from me. I realise I can feel his body heat radiating through the wall between us.

Hendricks: "So how do you feel?"

Me: "Other than having a mouthful of cum, totally normal. Last time I felt pinpricks and tingles."

Hendricks: "Well, every potion is different. Just try to relax and pay attention to yourself. I'm sure you'll feel it when it starts."

Me: "Relax!? Do you have any idea how nerve wracking and arousing this all is!?"

Hendricks: "Ha! Well when you put it like that..."

Me: "Waiting is so hard!"

Hendricks: "It'll happen! Just give it some time!"

Me: "Okay... So. Which colour vials did you make?"

Hendricks: "Oh, I can't tell you that. It might make you biased and ruin the experiment. It's a secret!"

Me: "Poo! Alright. How about this then: why does Professor Lipple stay so far away to take her notes? It seems kind of cold..."

Hendricks: "Well, Dr. Lipple is very serious about professional detachment in alchemy and she is keeping a literal distance to emphasize that to us, her students."

Me: "That's a little extreme!"

Hendricks: "You have to understand just how rare it is for an alchemist of her standing to still be completely human. Between the temptation to transform and lab accidents so many prominent alchemists end up changing themselves pretty dramatically. Sometimes so much that they have to give up alchemy entirely. Doc Lipple is just really serious about making sure we see her discipline."

Me: "I didn't realise self inflicted changes were that big a deal in alchemy."

Hendricks: "Let's put it this way: alchemists tend to be curious individuals who have to feel pretty passionately about transformation to want to devote their lives to it."

Me: "Makes sense..."

Hendricks: "And we have access to all the reagents! Amy, one of the alchemiy honours students made herself into a herm using lab materials a few moths ago. Doc Lipple was so pissed! Took away her lab privileges for weeks!"

Me: "Are you tempted to change? Do you have any plans?"

Hendricks: "No, I don't think so... I think I'm more interested in helping others change than to transform myself. Although if you keep making it look so sexy I might have to change my mind!"

Me: "Shucks."

Hendricks: "Speaking of, feel anything yet?"

Me: "Actually yeah, I feel a little warm everywhere. And my ass is a little uncomfortable.... And oh!"

I feel it! Growing from my ass! I feel a small boney spur at the end of my tailbone! I'm growing something!!

I kneel, and lean forward and show it to Hendricks and realise I can wag it. He tells me that he thinks I'm growing a tail!

He also suggests that I look taller than before. I hold up my hand, and it's hard to tell, but maybe it looks bigger? The fingers might be longer too. I tell him I'm not sure.

He tells me we can find out.

He instructs me to sit against the glass with my back straight. He pulls a felt marker pen out if his formal lab coat pocket and draws a line on the outside of my cell. There is how tall I am now, and if we wait he can keep track of my growth.

So we sit there, back to back on the glass, and talk. I tell him about my passion for performance art and he talks to me about why he decided to pursue alchemy, pausing occasionally to make a marker line on the wall.

I gradually feel warmer, hot actually. I ask if I'm actually getting taller, and Hendricks tells me that it's a secret and it would ruin the experiment. I call him a scrotum face.

I do know my tail is growing. I stroke it with my hands and feel that it is at least a foot long now, and smooth. I flex its new muscles and warp it around my wrist. It's pretty sexy.

The heat inside me continues to build, and I feel like I might be stretching. I look at my hands again, and they certainly look bigger and longer. I stretch out my legs in front of me and they reach well into the room, much further than they should have. I tell Hendricks that I think I'm getting taller. Behind me, my substantially longer feeling tail makes a squealing sound as I rub it along the glass.

Hendricks makes another mark on the wall and tells me that since I am so impatient I can stand up and look. I turn around and spit a fat loogey of cum on the plexiglass wall in response. Hendricks just laughs.

I feel even hotter than before, this heat in me is burning me up!

Despite feeling like I am on fire, I look at the window of my cell and see the height marks Hendricks has made on the wall. They certainly make an upward progression. A pretty remarkable one, I had to have at least grown a third taller already. My pussy aches at the thought.

I stand up; blinking back stars at the head rush, and found myself towering over Hendricks. I had to be at least seven feet tall now. My tail lashed behind me and reminded me it was there.

The heat continued to build and build. Now I actually feel like I am on fire or in an oven. It's nearly painful in its intensity. I can actually feel my body and tail stretching as the suffusing heat ripples through me. I moan, and my lengthening tail swings under me to stroke my boiling cunt. I slip it into myself, horny and burning, and begin to fuck myself with my own tail, hands squeezing and stroking my breasts. The heat and my heartbeat unite, pounding and burning, and as I approach orgasm I feel like I am ablaze, a nuclear meltdown. I finally erupt in pleasure and feel heat explode off of me in a wave.

The burning heat is gone, which must mean the transformation is over.

I rush over to the mirror to see myself. Despite knowing the general shape of my change, I am still shocked when I see myself. For one thing, my skin has turned completely bright red! (I can't believe Hendricks didn't mention that! Although, the surprise was fun...) I am also gigantic! I stand at least eight feet tall, almost reaching the ceiling with my head! (Bless those engineers for putting in a high roof!) I am also much leaner and lither than before, with limbs and a torso that are long and sinewy. My breasts have grown, more than keeping pace with my expansion, making them look more like d cups, substantially bigger than before. And my tail! I have a tail! A long, sinewy tail that almost as long as my legs that extends out behind me. It is smooth and covered in human skin, resembling looking vaguely lizard like. I also seem to have pretty good control of it, I wrap it around my waist and stroke it's tip.

I look beautiful and powerful in a way that I didn't before. While my last change was secretive and weird, this one was obvious and elegant. It is like something someone would choose to have. If I could stop now I would leave my cell striking but normal enough to fit into society, but still with something weird and sexy and perverted.

But there is no stopping, no escape.

I feel my cunt warm at the prospect.

I realise that I am absolutely covered in sweat from the heat of my transformation and that I should probably clean myself off. I walk over to my wash bucket, a journey of far fewer steps now. Seeing that the bucket is full of cummy, scummy water, I bring it to Hendricks and request he bring me some nice cold water to wash myself with.

In moments he scurries back with a full bucket and a clean sponge. I gratefully accept it, set it down, and plunge my hands into the blessedly cold water. And gasp in surprise!

My hands, up to the wrist have turned blue!!

I now have bright red skin everywhere on my body but my hands which are a dark blue. They were red before!

Actually there is a band of purple right at the interface...

I think about it and realise that my skin didn't turn red until I the heat of the transformation made me feel like I was burning up. And my skin turned blue in the cold water.

I stick the top of my tail into the water and see it turn blue up to the point where I stuck it in.

I stuck my hands back into the bucket, leaving them there until they are numbed with cold and then rub them on my breast and belly and watch my skin there turn blue.

I think now have heat sensitive colour changing skin!

I rush back over to Hendricks and hand him another empty bucket, my former waste one, and send him off to fetch some hot water.

In the meantime, I hurry back to my cold water bucket and begin to paint the red parts of my body blue. I run my cold hands over my face making it blue to match my tits and stomach and, with my tail, I paint blue curlicues designs all over my back, legs, and arms. I dip my feet in the water giving my blue feet to match my hands. This is very fun!

Hendricks returns with a bucket of steaming hot water, and I begin to paint myself red on my blue sections using my tail. I paint my lips red, and give myself a raccoon mask around my eyes. I paint a contour map of rings on my breasts and now longer flatter stomach until I am a riot of blue and red designs.

Struck by inspiration I put the hot and cold bucket next to each other and begin to dip my tail to different depths. Starting with the hot, then the cold, then alternating hot and cold, all the while immersing less and less of my tail with each step. When it's done, I'm delighted to see I have given myself a lovely striped tail.

While this change is far from the sexiest I've had, it's maybe my favourite.

Hendricks knocks on the window, and politely excuses himself to go for a post transformation debriefing with his fellow alchemists.

I blow him a kiss and wave goodbye with my red and blue striped tail.

I sit in my beanbag chair and go looking for my book about dealing with transformation. I wonder how long my new body paint job will last.

I also wonder why Williard hasn't come to visit yet.

***

Day 2: Evening

It's evening now. Katka had stopped by to drop off some pizza for dinner before excusing herself. I could tell she was anxious to start sifting through the days photos. I waved her off and reminded her that I couldn't wait to see them. She told me I looked beautiful and rushed off.

My body paint job has started to fade a bit, but is still easily seen. Apparently without resetting with hot or cold water, my original skin colour eventually comes back. Although, I notice that areas of high body heat, are staying redder longer or, if they were painted blue, are taking on purple notes. So maybe my body temperature is enough to affect my skin a little.

I still haven't seen Williard. I'm starting to worry! I know he needed time to think about what I'm doing, but I expected to at least see him, talk to him, and at least advocate on my behalf! And because I am in this cell I can't really hunt him down and force a conversation!

I really wish he would come and talk to me...

And... Oop! I feel my bowels cramp suddenly. Looks like it's time for my evening shitcum!

I rush over to my bucket and savour the feeling of my anal cock sliding out of my ass. I spit some cum on my hands, reach down, and sigh at the feeling of my moist, semen covered hands on my dick. I start to pump up and down on my cock, feeling the pressure and pleasure building. With my other hand I fondle my tits, panting. I'm getting close!

And then, without really thinking about it, I plunge my tail into my aching wet cunt.

I gasped! With my tail, I could fill myself completely! Without breaking rhythm on my ass-dick, I begin to slide my tail in and out of myself, moaning at the penetration. As my ass-dick masturbation gets closer, I pick up speed, pistoning my tail in and out of myself faster and faster until my cunt spasms in orgasm. I cry out and fall to my knees and then cry out again as my anus-cock blows it's load and ejaculates a torrent of cum all over my back and legs.

Oblivious to my thick coating of cum, I slowly pulled my tail out of myself and roll onto my back. I am floating on a sea of bliss! I feel amazing! I can feel myself dozing off....

Angry knocking on my cell window brings me back to myself. Standing in a little formation outside my cell is a group of preppy looking young women wielding placards. The protestors have come to parlay.

Languidly, I put my arms below and behind me, and prop myself up. I can feel that my hair is clumpy and sticky with the puddle of semen that I have been lying in. I smile at them.

Me: "Hello ladies, I'm afraid you just missed the action."

One of the girls, in a smart blouse, sweater, and pleated skirt who had the most adorable halo of blonde ringlets steps forward. Despite her snooty, pinched expression, she is kind of hot. I idly wonder what she would looks like naked.

Snootsy: "Oh. We saw. You're disgusting!"

I lay back on the floor, move my arms legs and tail like I am making a snow angel in my anal-semen puddle.

Me: "Mmmm. I'm fan-tast-ic."

Snootsy: "How can you do this to yourself? You're making yourself into a vile sex-animal! And doing it in a public spectacle! This is a college not a circus!"

Me: "This is Body Art: an extreme performance art installation made to cause confrontation and engender dialogue and thought. Exactly the kind of thing that should happen on college campuses."

I point my cunt at the women, and use my cum-soaked tail to stroke my labia.

Me: "Besides, it feels amazing! You know... I have some extra vials in here if you want to get... freaky."

Snootsy: " As if. You filthy freak! You should go.... go... go choke on your cum and die!"

I stand up to my full height, looming over the protestors. I really am tall now! I glower at them, trying to look intimidating. Semen on my back and tail slowly runs down my back and drips onto the floor.

Me: "Look, prude, that's not appreciated. And you really shouldn't pick fights with giant girls who have alchemists friends. So run along now!"

Snootsy: "You don't scare us! We'll be back Sex-Freak!"

The self important rabble shuffle off, hurling the odd insult, going back to the dormitory side of campus and leaving me to my isolation in my cell.

I flop down into my cum puddle, draw my legs up to my chest, and try not be upset. These cunts aren't worth it.

***

Day 2: Night

I wake up again sometime in the middle of the night again. My bladder feels painfully full, I think I need to pee-gasm more often since the change. I pull myself out of my sleeping nest, pleased at how the parts of me that were covered by the blanket are slightly red, while the skin exposed to the night air is slightly blue. This colour changing skin is pretty cool.

And then I see him standing there watching me.

Professor Bluthe, alone in the square, just standing there at a distance watching, an obvious erection tenting his trousers.

I call out to him, but he shakes his head and makes a shushing gesture with his hand.

And oof! My bladder reminds me that it needs attention. I scramble over to my bucket, and feeling a burst of orgasmic bliss, ejaculate my pee-cum into the bucket. Despite knowing I have an audience, I can't help myself, and as I keep spurting out semen, I fondle my tits and rub my clit with my tail. It goes on and on, my transformed bladder must have been really full, and when I finally stop cumming, Prof Bluthe is gone.

What the hell is going on with him?

***

Next: Day 3