Day 4

Body Art

Day 4: Morning.

I wake up sticky and bleary eyed. I'm cuddled up to something giant and hot and rubbery. I snuggle closer to it, and feel something press up against my balls. I wake up a little more and realise that I’m cuddling my scrotum and that it has swelled during the night so that it is bigger than the rest of my body.

I try to move, but find that the weight of the organ traps me.

My bladder is full and aches with urgency. Since I don't really care I relax it and enjoy the orgasmic feeling of cumming all over myself. My hot spunk dying my skin red wherever it touches.

I sigh contentedly. Being a sex monster isn't so bad.

I'm still trapped by my balls though, which is a problem I'll have to solve. Remembering how ejaculating makes them shrink I decide a masturbating session is in order. My cock stiffens at the thought of the tidal wave of semen that must be in my testicle-udder.

Except... I can't reach it.

My balls are so big that my aching, rock hard dick is swallowed by their flesh.

I can reach one of my now leg sized ball teats.

I remember how the night before some sort of creamy fluid came out of my ball-teat when I sucked it. Maybe I can milk my balls like a cows udder and shrink it to a more manageable size, or at least until I can reach my cock.

I wrap both my hands around my giant teat, and pump them up along its length. I'm rewarded with a thick spatter of cum, enough to fill a shot glass. I moan, feeling my cunt moisten at the sensation. I pump my hands again and again, moaning, and spewing cum all over myself.

But for all of the pleasure and splatter, it's only a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean of semen in my balls. I pause of a moment, and feel my scrotum swell a bit from my arousal. This was going to take a while and be a race against myself.

Laboriously, I roll onto my back, legs split, the massive weight of my huge ball udder pressing down on top of me. I set to work, pumping my teat, cum pouring out with every stroke. I gasp and moan and writhe, orgasming at the feeling. I worm my tail under my udder and stab it inside me, fucking myself as I go.

My balls begin to shrink, and I can just reach a second teat. I wrap a hand around both teats in reach and pump, increasing the flow of cum out of me and doubling my pleasure. I cry out and orgasm again.

My balls shrink even more. Now I can actually wrap the fingers of my hands all the way around the two teats increasing the efficiency of my milking. Soon, using my new contortionists flexibility I can reach a third teat. I pop the first teat in my mouth, I can barely fit my lips around it, and begin to suck the thick creamy cum into my mouth. With my hands I work the other teats. It's electric! I'm in bliss! Orgasm chases orgasm as I suck and stroke and tail-fuck.

Until finally my dick is free, my balls have shrunk enough that I can masturbate.

"I see you've embraced your inner beast."

I look over and see Tandra sitting on her yoga mat, naked except for a leather dog collar, watching me. Her pale skin, toned limbs and torso, perfect breasts, round ass, and cunt all bare to the world. Her chest is heaving. Her hand is gently stroking her labia.

"Dont stop. I was enjoying the show."

I'm too stunned to speak, I just stare at her guiltily.

"Mmm. Maybe you need some inspiration..."

Smoothly Tandra raises to her feet, turns her back to me and spreads her legs. She does downward facing dog, her slick, glistening cunt winking at my obscenely from between her perfect ass cheeks. She slides into cobra, then bends backwards, grabs her ankles and goes into big-toe-bow-pose, again taunting me with her slick cunt. She rolls into tip-toe-bound-wheel pose, and then into little thunderbolt pose, then does an unsupported shoulderstand, and rubs her thighs together moaning.

I grasp my erect cock before I lose it in my expanding balls udder.

"Go ahead. We're both beasts here. Give into your nature."

I can't stand it anymore, I begin to stroke myself, staring at my beautiful, apparently kinky friend.

She smiles massively and leers when she sees me start to masturbate.

Tandra slides, so that her shoulders are on the ground, and then drapes her legs over her body in plow pose. She spreads her legs, showing me her cunt again, and tilts her head back to stare at me. She smiles.

"Tell me that you're a sex beast. Tell me."

"I...."

"Tell me!"

"I-I'm a sex beast!"

"Mmmm"

Tandra reaches up with one of her arms and starts to stroke her cunt while staring at me while I furiously stroke my rock hard cock.

"Tell me I am just a filthy sex beast!"

"Yo-you're a just. A filthy. Sex beast!"

"Oh god! Yes!"

Tandra's face clouds over in pleasure, and she writhes as she orgasms. She closes her eyes and pants a few breathes before resuming stroking her slick cunt.

"Now cum for me, you filthy beast! Cum for me! Cum for me! Cum for me! Mmmm god!"

Tandra tenses again as she orgasms again.

This time I can't hold it, and a I finally cum with the force of a firehouse, my giant ball udder releasing all of its pent up semen in one giant flood of cum that erupts from me like a geyser and, since I'm still lying on my back, drenches me in my own hot sticky fluids.

I lay there panting, my skin covered in cum and turning red, a float on a sea of physical elation.

I eventually notice that Tandra is standing and sliding a robe around her body, her leather dog collar still visible.

"Mmmm, that was lovely dear. Until tomorrow!"

And without waiting for another word she skips off into the world leaving me filthy and trapped in my cage.

A sex monster.

***

Day 4: Afternoon

I eventually decide to peel myself off the floor and perform my morning examination. I make my way over to the mirror and look at myself.

- My face is still largely my own. I still have my eyes and mouth and nose. My hair is brown, but filthy with clumps of cum. I really ought to hack it all off when this is all over. If I still have it.

- I am eight feet tall, lean, and flexible. My skin is bright red and mottled, changed by the heat of the cum that covers me from nearly head to toe.

- I have a long, sinuous tail that seems to have a bit of a mind of its own. I am constantly fucking myself with it.

- My insides have rewired themselves so that I ejaculate cum instead of pissing or shitting. When I pee I ejaculate out of the urethra in my vagina and when I shit, a cock grows out of my anus and I must masturbate it to empty my bladder. My mouth also makes cum instead of salvia.

-I still have my original vagina, but I have also grown a large cock and a bizarre testicle udder. It is rubbery and smooth and expands massively when I am horny or when I go too long between ejaculating. When I orgasm with my cock, the balls rapidly empty no matter how full they are. My balls also have nipples that become monstrous teats when my balls expand. I can milk these teats to empty my balls of cum.

I am finally starting to look like a sex monster.

And I still have four more changes to go.

I am so aroused.

I take a look around the square and see the usual mix of spectators: enthusiasts, alchemists, protestors, and passersby fill the square.

I also spot Hendricks wearing civilian clothes carrying a big takeout bag and heading towards my cage. It seems that he is on food duty today. I smile and wave. My stomach grumbles since Katka never gave me breakfast.

Hendricks heads to the pass through window and hands me my food. I pull it open, see it is sushi and begin to stuff the raw fish into my hungry mouth with my hands. Hendricks gives me a look.

Hendricks: "Is everything okay?"

Me: "Mmmf?"

Hendricks: "You're eating your food like an animal."

Me: "It's because I am one! I'm jut a filthy sex monster freak in a cage!"

Hendricks: "Why would you say that?"

Me: "Look at me! I'm an eight foot tall cum shitting freak with monstrous balls! One of my best friend just seduced me because she thinks it's sexy how much of a freak I am! Last night I put on a show for a man who was masturbating over me. And and and and and..."

Hendricks: "and what?"

Me: "And my boyfriend broke up with me because I was too much of a filthy freak for him!"

Hendricks: "Shit! Geez. I'm sorry."

Me: "Don't be sorry, I'm a sex monster! I'm not someone who people love, I'm a freaky sex toy!"

Hendricks: "Don't say that. You're, you're beautiful!"

Me: "Oh! So you're into sexy freaks too!"

I purr this last one while mashing my breasts together.

Hendricks: "Well, yeah, I do find the transformed attractive, why do you think I took up alchemy? But I'm not talking about that."

Me: "Then what are you talking about?"

Hendricks: "You! I mean, I love the way you look and the changes you're goings through, but you the person, the woman are beautiful too. You are so brave for doing this, smart and funny and clearly too empathetic to be locked in a cage. You are a great, cool person dick and ball-udder or no dick and ball-udder."

Me: "What are you saying?"

Hendricks: "I'm saying you are great and your boyfriend is a gigantic idiot for letting you go."

Me: "Are you propositioning me?"

Hendricks: "M-maybe I am."

Me: "Even if in a sex monster?"

Hendricks: "More like a sexy monster, but yeah."

Me: "And if I change more, get even more freaky?"

Hendricks: "As long as you are still the great person you are now and have some sort of genitals for me to play with... I'd totally date you."

Me: "Really?"

Hendricks: "Well you'd need to take a really long shower first, but yeah."

My heart leaps in my chest and this great weight I'd been feeling pressing down on me is lifting. I had been thinking that I had given up some part of myself, that with my new body and my urges and with Williard forsaking me, that maybe I had broken myself. That I was a sex monster who had given up her chance at future happiness and meaningful relationships. But maybe I could still be me, still be Miranda.

Just a sexier, kinkier Miranda with cocks.

And maybe I could be this new, integrated Miranda with Hendricks.

I blush, suddenly shy.

Me: "I think I'd like that."

Hendricks: "Gr-great!"

We smile at each other shamelessly. If not for the glass between us, I would fling myself at him, or I guess that given our size differences, it might be better if he ran to me and I scooped him up.

Suddenly Hendricks frowns.

Hendricks: "Dang! I have to run back to the alchemy laboratory! It's almost time to deliver today's vials. I, I hate to run..."

Me: "It's fine. On one condition."

Hendricks: "Huh?"

Me: "You give me a kiss dummy!"

I roll my tongue around in my mouth, gathering as much semen-saliva as I can and stick my lips in the plane of the transfer window, pucker my lips,  and close my eyes.

An instant later, I feel Hendrick's lips against mine, giving me a hungry kiss.

I return it with all of the passion and need for human contact I've been feeling and make sure to give him a good taste of my cummy mouth.

Seconds go by...

And finally he breaks the kiss, a rope of my cum-drool hanging from his lips and a dreamy look on his goofy face.

Hendricks: "I-I'll be right back."

I wink at him.

Me: "I'll be waiting."

I watch him race off awkwardly in the direction of the alchemy labs and think about what just happened. I think about him, how smart, kind, and adorably awkward he is. I wonder what he looks like naked and I fantasize about what having sex with a man might be like with my new body. I hope he is into butt stuff.

At some point I realize that I have to pee, and while I think I should probably use a bucket as a demonstration of humanity, I decide fuck it and enjoy the orgasmic feeling of ejaculating my piss-cumming all over myself. It's not like it's actual pee and not like I'm not already caked in my own semen. Maybe it's just better this way. Smart, confident, well-rounded sex monsters can pee on themselves all they want!

I bask in the afterglow and wait for Hendricks to come back with today's vials.

Fortunately I don't have to wait long.

At the edge of the square the procession of alchemists is approaching, Hendricks in the lead, carrying my new vials. He makes his way to the transfer window, hands them to me. I put them down carefully and hand him the one left over vial from the day before. His eyebrows raise, and I wink at him. I also lunge forward and give him a kiss on the cheek before turning around to focus on today’s transformation.

Despite everything, I am still very excited for whatever it will be!

I feel all of my genitals swell and blush at the thought.

But now isn't the time for that!

Now is the time to change!

Which I should really do before my balls swell up to the point I can't move...

I did around for my dice, find that it is coated in spunk. I wipe it off on a clean patch on my blanket and roll it around in my hands.

I give it a roll and watch as it skips across the table.

Green, blue, red, blue, orange, purple, blue, orange....

Green.

I lift the green vial out of the rack, carefully uncork it, and with a shudder of anticipation, swallow it's contents.

I guess because I haven't eaten enough today, I feel something immediately; a cold numbness that begins in the soles of my feet and creeps slowly upward to envelope my entire feet, chilling them to the bone.

Suddenly I feel a sudden blistering heat in my toes! So sudden and such contrast to the preceding cold that I yelp in surprise!

The heat is joined by a throbbing, and I watch in fascination as my toes start to merge into each other: my big and index toe flowing together while my outside three toes grow together. My new pair of toes slowly lose definition, shedding their nails, becoming chubby and round and finally peeling open at the ends to reveal penile glans.

I now have two, three inch dick toes on my feet.

The throbbing heat in my toes dissipates, and the cold numbness at arts to climb my body, leaving my feet and encircling my ankles like icy manacles.

I stamp my feet experimentally and flex my altered toes. I feel them stiffen with my attention and arousal and leak a small amount of precum.

The icy feeling continues to crawl up my legs, reaching my calves then knees then thighs, leaving unchanged skin in its wake.

It reaches my pelvis and I gasp at the feeling and then gasp again when my tail suddenly goes numb. I swing it around so I can see it and suddenly feel the end of my tail becoming scaldingly hot. I watch as it's skinny tip retracts and becomes wider, swelling into a plum sized penis glans.

My tail now has a dickhead!

I'm pretty excited by the possibilities!

The frigid band of chill continues to climb my body, sliding along my torso. As it progresses I feel points of heat appear on my spine and feel stretching sensations. Using my flexibility I touch whatever has grown from my back and feel that I've grown five cocks from my spine.

I twist my body and crane my neck so I can see my back in my cum splattered mirror and see that the cocks run down my back like spurs on a lizard. I also notice that the bottom cock is the smallest, really just a glans, and that each cock above it is larger, with the top one, emerging between my shoulder blades, being 8 inches long. The cocks are upturned and erect, and when I give my torso a shake they bob and sway in a way that excites me.

The icy sensation reaches my shoulders and I feel two intense centres of fiery heat appear on my collar bones, halfway between my neck and my shoulders. The searing heat builds and I watch in fascination as two rods of flesh slide out of my shoulders. They rapidly take on the familiar shape of cocks and as they grow to their ten inch length and curve with erections poke me in the face.

I have grown a pair of cocks from my shoulders that jab me in the face when they are hard!

They are begging to be sucked!

Suddenly the feeling of creeping cold leaves me... I must be finished changing.

So I lick one of my new shoulder cocks, and then the other, and begin to furiously pump at them, masturbating my new dicks. Below I ram my deliciously upgraded tail into my hungry cunt. I moan as I pick up speed, tilting my head back, but still managing to slap it with my new shoulder dicks.

It feels so weird! It feels so good!

I scream through a vaginal orgasm and then gasp as, all at once, my new cocks all ejaculate, cum shooting from my toes, tail, back, and shoulder cocks.

But oddly, not my main cock, which is still erect and resting on my greatly inflated testicle udder.

I see Hendricks smile at me and look at me with affection and lust. I grin at him, grad my main cock, and thinking of him the whole time, pump my largest cock with both hands until it geysers in a torrent of cum, which splatters on the window between us.

We both laugh, and I motion him over to the pass through window. I ask him what he thinks of my new additions. He smiles, reaches into my cage, grabs me by my restiffening shoulder dicks like handles and pulls me down for a cummy kiss.

A girl could get used to this,

Eventually we come apart, and he apologizes that he has to run for the honours alchemy debriefing. I pout, and he kisses me one more time before scurrying off.

In the distance, I see Professor Lipple watching us through her observation equipment, frown and shake her head. She makes a mark in her notebook.

I stick my tongue out at her. Right now I'm a happy sex monster woman and I won't let her rain on my parade.

***

Day 4: Evening

Katka does another drive by dinner delivery. She apologizes and promises to debrief with me tomorrow at some point and runs off to sort through the days photos.

I'm surprised at how disappointed I am. She really hasn't been around and so much has happened to me. We have so much to talk about and I really miss her.

I tuck into my to go box of curry and rice and settle in for a quiet evening alone. I wonder if any of my books have survived the floods of semen I've been putting out...

Until I am surprised by a knock on my window.

I look up and see a petite female form in a black hoodie and grungy jeans. Her hood is pulled up, but I see a cascade of golden ringlets fall past her shadowed face. She steps a little closer and I see her face: it's Snootsy the anti-transformation protestor!

Me: "You! What do you want? I'm having a lovely day and am not in the mood for a lecture!"

Snootsy: "I, uh, I come in peace?"

Me: "Oh really? Here to give me the honey treatment? Convince me of the error of my ways?"

Snootsy: "No... What you've done, what you are doing to yourself, is permanent. From a certain perspective you're already a lost cause."

Me: "Yeah. From your perspective!"

Snootsy: "I'm, I'm not so sure anymore. I mean what you've done to yourself is pretty drastic... But, well you should have every right to do what you want with your body. And I just wanted to say in sorry for participating in the protest and for what I've said to you and about you."

Me: "Uh, wow... Thanks? What brought this change in perspective?"

Snootsy: "Well, it was watching you. As much as you might be, um, wallowing in your changes a little, it's pretty obvious that you are still a thinking feeling person. Not the mindless sex animal and, uh, abomination that some people in the group were saying. And well, if they could talk about you like a thing, an un-person, then maybe we were wrong? Maybe the protestors were the bad guys.... Which meant I was part of the problem. So I, uh, I quit."

Me: "Wow... That was very empathetic of you..."

Snootsy: "Well it wasn't all morals..."

Me: "Oh, and what else was there?"

Snootsy: "..."

Me: "Sorry, I couldn't hear you."

Snootsy: "I said, that watching you change is kind of sexy..."

Me: "Ha! Typical! The anti-transformation bigot wants to be transformed!"

Snootsy: "Don't be mean... This was hard for me to admit!"

Me: "Sorry. You did protest me, though. So okay, you want to be changed?"

Snootsy: "I never said that, just that seeing you do it has been hot."

Me: "Well, do you want to change?"

Snootsy: "M-maybe. Maybe I do. But, uh, not like you. Something less crazy..."

Me: "You know I have some extra alchemical vials right here... I could give you one right now. It would be just a little change... Well, probably."

Snootsy: "I uh, wow, uh, I can't, I can't do that. Right now. I, um, I have to go!"

Snootsy, the incognito former-protestor scurries off into the dusk leaving me confused and horny. And also a little glad: my body art performance has managed to touch at least one person in a positive, thought provoking way. I'm pleased.

My gut gurgles and spasms. I find myself in need of evacuating the semen from my bowels. I spot a corner of my cell that is clean and bare, lacking the caked on coating of my cum. This inexplicably bothers me, so I amble over to it as my ass-cock slips out of my butthole.

I take aim at the clean floor and begin to jerk myself off, feeling my pussy heat and tighten and my many cocks stiffen. The new dicks on my shoulder engorge and prod and smack my face as I furiously pump my ass cock. I feel myself come closer and closer and explode as I begin the protracted ejaculation needed to empty my bowels. I cry out at the pleasure of it and feel my new ancillary cocks all erupt in jizz, the shoulder cocks spurting right onto my face giving me a facial. I feel so happy and complete.

I happily notice that the clean floor now has a healthy coating of spunk.

I also notice in the distance, Snootsy has watched, blushing and curious.

I feel like a role model.

****

Day 4: Night

I stay up late, watching for the reappearance of professor Bluthe.

I've dragged my bean bag chair over to the pass through window and am sitting, legs splayed and cuddling my gradually swelling testicle udder. I haven't emptied it since transforming earlier in the day, so it's nearly as large as my torso, and hangs off me as a great, warm fleshy weight.

I'm not entirely sure what my intentions are for my thesis supervisor when he shows up, but I hope he doesn't take too much longer or I may have to start any potential party without him.

Fortunately I don't have to wait too long before I see a naked professor Bluthe saunter casually across the quad and make his way to my cage.

I pry open my pass through window and call him over, startled by the blast of fresh evening air that blows into my cell. I hadn't noticed how warm, humid, and odorous my stage has become.

I sit up a little a he approaches, and lean as forward as my massive, taut balls will allow. During our last encounter he treated me like a sex beast and took advantage of my emotions. This time things would be on my terms.

"I think it's time you and I had a student-advisor meeting, don't you think?"

He looked surprised by this.

"You know, talk about my progress...."

I reach down to my primary cock and begin to slowly stroke it above my ever growing balls. My ancillary cocks engorge as my arousal increases; my back dicks pressing into my chair pleasantly and my shoulder dicks poking me in the face.  My cunt below me waters in anticipation.

Professor Bluthe, still speechless, is now sporting his own erection.

"And to talk about the effect my changes are having on so society and other people. It certainly looks like they are having an affect on you, Dr. Bluthe."

He moans, and reaches down to his cock.

I resettle myself under my balls, and manage to lean back and prop my feet up through the open pass through window in what I hoped was a powerful and casual looking posture.

"Well, professor, what do you think of my output so far?"

"I, I think you are perfect. That this, this thing you are doing has tremendous merit."

We are both rapidly stroking the cocks on our crotches.

"I think, dear professor, that you just fancy transformations."

"I, I guess I do."

"I think you should show me how much you like them."

I reached up my right foot to him, my two dick toes there dripping precum and wave it around imperiously.

Dr. Bluthe gets my message, kneels and pops both my toe cocks in his mouth. He begins to bob his head and suck, while using one of his hands to steer my leg and the other to continue masturbating.

I groan. I'm finally getting my first blow job! And, oh! Dr. Bluthe knows what he is doing!

At this juncture, I decide the interview portion of our meeting has ended, and so I use on of my hands to slip a shoulder cock into my mouth for some autofellatio and then stroke my other shoulder cock. Below me, a snake my cock-tail down and around and plunge it into my cunt. I also keep a form grasp on my main cock, furiously pumping away.

I feel incredible!

I feel myself building to a parade of orgasms as I pump and suck and as my thesis advisor sucks my toe cocks. I moan as my cunt spasms in orgasm around my cock tail, not once, but twice. Moments later I gasp as the smaller cocks around my body all cum at once: warm wet spots on my back from spine cocks, a gush of hot semen in my cunt from my tail, and a blast of spunk in my face and mouth from my shoulder cocks. Below me professor Bluthe swallows the seed from the toe-cocks in his mouth. And then! And then I howl as my main cock unloads in a torrent of semen that makes my now body pillow sized balls contract down to plums and douses Dr. Bluthe completely through the open transfer door.

As the cum strikes him, he finally cums, squirting his sadly small load onto my window and grunting.

The professor flops back onto his butt and we grin are each other. Both of us are heaving, flushed, and sticky with cum.

He laughs, "I foresee you getting an excellent grade on this project!"

I laugh too, "You know I'm only in it for the grades!"

"It's pretty obvious that you're enjoying yourself."

"It's pretty obvious that you're enjoying me too! If I didn't know better I'd say you were a transformation enthusiast too!"

"Well, obviously I like the transformed. I'm still with my husband after all..."

"No, I meant that I think you want to transform too."

"Oh." Professor Bluthe looks startled by the accusation and uncomfortable with the idea. However his hardening cock betrays him.

"It looks like some part of you likes the idea."

"I-I can't."

"Sure you can. I have four left over vials right here. You could drink some of them."

"No. I really can't! It would ruin my academic reputation and, and I would have to explain all of this... behaviour to the university. To my husband."

"Fuck the consequences! You know you want to...."

"I-I-I have to go!"

Professor Bluthe leaps to his feet and scurries off into the night, his boner bobbing in front of him.

I'm sorry to see him go and wonder if he will be back.

Probably.

***

Next: Day 5