Part 4

The Escapist!

Part 4: The Volunteer

The fourth time happened during my college internship in a strange town called Jizza.

I had just about finished my degree and was in my final year of studies. For a few extra credits and a line on my resume, I decided to take an internship in the alchemy lab of the prestigious Professor Lipple. My interview with the Prof, where I discussed my interest in dealing with environmental dcum spills, was my only real interaction with the busy woman. She had looked impressed by that ambition though, expounding that it was high time that the academic world started to treat dcum as a practical substance instead of a magic elixir and novelty. She offered me an unpaid position and paired me with one of her most promising young alchemical graduate students, one who had a practical research project that would suit my interests. Job interview over, mission accomplished.

I recall feeling quite puffed up in the moment, delighted that such an important and smart woman saw the value of my ideas. Which lasted until I met Umi, my sardonic graduate student, who sighed “Ugh, another wetnose to watch” and suggested that I could “go help the other one label vials”. I was deflated, realizing I had just been brushed off by the professor and dumped on someone who didn’t have a choice in the matter and wasn’t exactly thrilled. I was thoroughly put back in my place.

For the next few weeks I spent my time in the lab doing unpaid drudgery. I cleaned glassware, labeled sample tubes, and “watched this a minute” while Umi grabbed lunch or “held this a second” while Umi flurried around with her apparatus. (If ever a woman should undergo a treatment to grow extra arms it is Umi.) Mostly though, I got to know Avola Unteer, the other ‘wetnose’ that Umi was saddled with. Avola was a dusky skinned girl with long, curly black hair and shockingly plain features. She had a textbook average height, a forgettable face, modest breasts and figure, and a level of fitness that was completely unremarkable. Avola was completely unassuming. Which was such a smokescreen for her personality: Avola Unteer was brilliant and completely mad. Of all the people I had met in college, she was the smartest, most impulsive, and least prone to give a fuck about consequences. She was a lot of fun to be around and she absolutely terrified me.

Unlike me, who was working in Professor Lipple’s lab to learn how to safely dispose of alchemy, Avola was there purely to get alchemical experience. She wanted to be a full fledge alchemist, to harness the power of demons and live as a rogue wizardess. “Or,” she smirked, “at least make lots and lots of money.” Unlike me, who Umi rightly guessed was too inexperienced, Avola probably could have actually done some alchemy had Umi not been afraid of her.

And so we performed menial tasks in the lab everyday until Professor Lipple made one of her extremely brief appearances. She saw Avola and I wearing arm-length rubber gloves, elbow deep in the sink, washing dishware. Dr. Lipple called out to Umi, “Are you making the undergraduates into janitors again?”

Umi blanched at the sight of her supervisor, “Dr. Lipple, you know I’d love to allow them to do more but, I’m not sure they are ready.”

Prof. Lipple looked skeptical. “Umi, I cannot have directed studies students used as slaves. They need to do actual research… we have been over this.”

“But…” Umi pointed at Avola, “Unteer is a complete maniac” and she pointed at me “and Piste here doesn’t know which end of the pipette is supposed to go in her mouth.” (Which was a bit much since I knew that a pipette should *never* go in ones mouth.) “Neither of them should be allowed within a mile of dcum!”

“Well.” Prof. Lipple pursed her severe lips for a moment. “What about using them on your Jizza project? I am not altogether happy with your progress and it seems you could use the help.”

Umi blanched more. “I’m not exactly keen to visit the town…” she said quietly.

Professor Lipple smiled smoothly. “Perhaps your undergraduate students could be persuaded to collect samples for you. Perform some field research.”

A look of dawning realization broke over Umi. “Oooh. That’s why you saddled me with two students at once.”

Professor Lipple smiled tightly, tapped the tip of her nose, and walked out of the lab.

***

The next day Umi had us meet her in a small meeting room. She sat across from Avola and me and looked at us intently. She had brought coffee and pastries to share, which I knew was a worrisome development.

Umi was an intimidating young woman. While she was a disorganized flurry of motion in the lab, fearsomely messy, and an intense thinker, she was also shockingly pretty. She had a dainty heart shaped face, carefully tossled brown hair, and wore cunningly applied makeup. She was always dressed in a smart dress or a sharp blouse and skirt combination under her labcoat and wore fantastic shoes. Between her competence and beauty, she was a force to be reckoned with, a kind of junior Professor Lipple.

She poured us each a cup of coffee, giving us a second to take a sip before starting her pitch.

She smoothly outlined the problem: there was a small town in Jizza that was becoming notorious for transformations. Unlike other historic spikes in transformation, the Jizza phenomenon couldn’t be explained by a rogue Demon or Avatar or some sort of obvious dcum spill or contamination. In Jizza, Umi explained, the transformations were all voluntary and happening at statistically abnormal levels. Inexplicably, the phenomenon also showed a gender bias, with women being the overwhelming majority of volunteers. The Jizza effect also had a noted pattern of behavior where women almost always became entirely male in body and frequently took on male gender identities. It was a real puzzler she said.

The current theory, Umi continued, was that there had to be something about the town, something environmental that was affecting the populace. Maybe there was a mind altering drug in the water or soil or leaking into the waterworks or something. So far every study conducted had come up empty handed, but Professor Lipple as a foremost expert in alchemy, wanted to take a run at the problem. Which meant that Umi, as a grad student subject to the whims of her boss, now had to run a variety of samples from Jizza through a rigorous chemical and alchemical analysis to isolate the cause of the Jizza effect. Except Umi really didn’t want to travel to Jizza… which meant that it had fallen to me and Avola to go to the town to collect samples.

Umi handed us both a pastry. “Look at it this way,” she said smiling sweetly. “You have a chance to help solve a great scientific mystery and potentially help a whole townfull of people! Or, at the very least, you have a chance to share authorship on a really high impact paper which will be great for your careers!” Umi shrugged, “And if it doesn’t work out, hey, you get a trip paid for by the lab. Anyway you come out ahead.”

“Why don’t you want to go to Jizza?” I asked.

“I’m busy” Umi replied, waving a hand casually “and because I don’t want to end up looking like Lane!” she said loudly, referring to my erstwhile TA with the clitoral moustache.

“I heard that!” Lane called from her office down the hall. “Fuck you!” she shouted playfully.

“You wish!” hollered back Umi, smiling.

Avola looked at me and rolled her eyes. Grad students.

“Look kiddos,” Umi said seriously, “I’m not going to lie to you. There is something going on in that town that’s making people behave strangely. We don’t entirely know what it is, so be mindful of your surroundings, what you touch, what you ingest, etcetera. Just be careful.”

“Careful? What’s that?” asked Avola innocently.

***

And just like that we were sent to Jizza. Or rather the next town over from Jizza, since Professor Lipple decided we should limit our exposure to the Jizza effect. We spent a very fun night eating pizza and watching bad movies and gossiping about mutual acquaintances. In the morning we set off for Jizza, to go into the field and collect samples.

A cab drove us to the center of Jizza and deposited us on a street that really could have been anywhere. A small fountain burbled in the middle of a little plaza, surrounded by flowers and trees. Brightly painted two story brick and timber buildings ran along streets lined with quaint storefronts, cute restaurants, and busy cafes. The sidewalks were gaily cluttered with chalkboard signs announcing sales and specials, outdoor tables and chairs, and displays of books or flowers or produce. Birds chirped, dogs barked, children laughed. It was a little slice of idealistic urban normalcy. At least until you looked at the citizens.

Against this tableau of tranquility was the strangest collection of people I had ever seen. There was a family walking down the street: a young boy holding hands with a man and a huge ogre with fat heavy breasts, surging muscles, and the bulge of a huge cock straining a tiny pair of briefs. The ogre saw us gaping and nodded a greeting, the huge nose that had overtaken its mouth wagging. Across the street from them was a man walking his dog on a leash; except it wasn’t a dog, it was a woman crawling on all fours with a canine head, a pelt of shaggy grey fur, and six small breasts hanging from her chest. She sniffed the ground, wagged her tail, and lifted her leg and pissed, showing off her pink doggy penis. A pair of Freyan cockwomen browsed the outdoor shelves of a bookstore, apparently finding something they liked. Using their telekenisis they levitated a book and, as they turned to walk into the store, I saw that instead of the usual vagina, they had normal, human scale cocks between their smooth, feminine legs. I was stunned and nervous. I knew that I should have expected to see the transformed here, but the scale of it was astonishing.

“Excuse me!” farted a squeaky voice. We looked down and saw a short creature standing on the sidewalk looking at us. It had a small round body, about the size of a large sportsball, that was mostly just a globular ass suspended from the ground by eight, long arachnid like legs. Each of the eight legs were tipped with cocks that dribbled precum on the sidewalk. From the centre of the creature grew a single vertical stalk capped with a shiny, black dodecahedron sphere of compound eyes. “Can you please get out of my way,” the transformee pleaded. Stunned we shuffled aside and the small creature went past us, dragging a little wagon loaded with groceries behind her. “Bloody tourists”, it farted in disgust.

“This is amazing!” gushed Avola.

“It certainly is something…” I managed.

We watched another of the local transformed citizens lumber up the sidewalk towards us. This person had become a large, solidly built quadruped. The woman, probably, had transformed themselves so that they walked on four solid legs, two which were once their arms. The person had a wide, broad body like some manner of cattle or grazing animal, with sides rounded with fat and a huge, rippling ass. Their face was stretched into a long, expressive muzzle with wide lips painted a bright red and an elongated and flattened nose. They had bright, intelligent blue eyes and a shortly cropped mane of dirty blonde hair. From the top of their muzzle they had grown a single erect cock, like a horn on a rhinoceros. As the person grew closer it was obvious they also had a huge, human looking cock and balls hanging between their hind legs. On their back they wore a double riding saddle.

“Hello travelers!” the creature rumbled, smiling. “I’m Jeanie, and I’ll be guiding you around the town today.”

“Hi,” I said uncertainly.

“A pleasure!” enthused Avola.

“On behalf of the Jizza Chamber of Commerce welcome to town!” Jeanie tossed her head happily. “Just so you know, my body may be male but I still consider myself a woman. At least for now,” she added wistfully, “have to give my poor husband some time to get used to things.” She winked. “Anyway, many of the transformed citizens have altered their gender, so you should never assume pronouns, okay? It’s considered quite rude. It shouldn’t be a problem, since most of us know to inform strangers of our preferences. Especially pretty young women from out of town.”

Avola nodded happily. “Better informed than ignorant and rude. I’m Avola and this is Thesca,” she said introducing us.

“Excellent,” rumbled our guide. “So I understand you are here to collect samples to try and solve the Jizza mystery once and for all. I’m told you have a shopping list of targets?”

I nodded, “Umi…”

“Our taskmaster”, Avola chirped.

“…wants to get as many samples as possible, from as many places in the water supply as we can. So she wants us to get ground water from some wells, some samples from the town reservoir, and water from some taps around town. Preferably some water samples would be from common public sources: drinking fountains, eateries, cafes.”

“I think we can manage that,” Jeanie said, “I own a coffee shop just up the street a little, would that be a suitable place to begin?”

I nodded. Jeanie smiled broadly and offered us a ride on her saddled back. Avola eagerly climbed into the front seat and glared at me until I reluctantly swung myself into the rear seat.

And so we set off, riding a transformed woman with a cock-horn on her face into town.

As we walked Avola eagerly looked around, clearly delighted by the town. I was considerably less so. I found that after the run in with the avatar in the mountains and the accident in the alchemy lab that I was a bit nervous around the transformed. They reminded me too much of my altered friends and the fates I had narrowly dodged. I decided to try and make conversation to settle myself down, Jeanie seemed like a lovely person and it wasn’t her fault I was uncomfortable. “Jeanie, why are you helping Professor Lipple solve the Jizza problem?”

“Oh,” she rumbled, “I guess I’d like to know why we all changed. I am very happy with how I am now, complete in a way I never knew I could be. I would never want to go back, even if I could. But, I’m curious. And I think it would be good for the town to know.” She tossed her head and snorted. “I personally think the transformations have been good for Jizza. It’s brought the community together and put us on the map.” She chuckled, “No such thing as bad publicity. But I tend to agree with some in the Chamber who think that Jizza’s reputation may be preventing the more cautious from visiting. So I think it would be good for tourism if we could discover whatever makes women here want to change. That way we can suggest precautions to travelers and maybe get some more visitors.”

“That’s a very insightful viewpoint,” I replied, impressed.

“I am nothing if not a thoughtful beast.” Jeanie hitched up out front of a coffee shop with “Jeanie’s” written in beautiful hand-painted script on the window. A pair of bearded men sat outside at a little table drinking lattes. One looked normal, but the other looked roundly pregnant and had long phallic tentacles instead of arms. The normal man waved and the pregnant looking man wished Jeanie a good morning in a soft, womanly voice. “This is us,” Jeanie said brightly and we climbed out of the saddle on her back. “Welcome to Jeanie’s Beanery” she said proudly as we followed her inside.

Inside was a cute little shop with a pair of baristas manning a wide counter, an espresso machine, and a display of baked goods. One of them was a teenage boy with a stupid looking ponytail who smiled brightly at the sight of his boss. The other was a normal looking young woman with a cute tomboyish haircut. “Lisa,” Jeannie rumbled, “could you take Thesca here to the kitchen? She is here to take a water sample.”

I followed the girl into the back, marveling at how strange it was that she was the first woman I had seen in Jizza. She led me to a sink in the back and got it running. I pulled on thick, rubber alchemist’s gloves and held the first sample bottle under the running water.

“You’re the first human woman I’ve seen,” I said, unable to stop myself.

“Don’t remind me,” she muttered.

I sealed the first bottle and started on the second. “Do you want to get transformed?”

“Oh yes,” the Lisa sighed, “More than anything. But… good alchemy costs so much money and my mother thinks I should pay for it myself. He tells me it will be character building.”

“I see,” I said as I capped the second bottle and placed the third under the tap.

“It’s why I’m working here on weekends” she said, “I’m saving up!” She smiled widely, “I’m more than halfway, too.”

I tried not to shudder as I sealed the third bottle and labeled the location and time of collection. I slipped the rack of samples into my canvas bag and then carefully removed my protective gloves. I nodded that I was finished and she grinned and led me back into the main room of the coffee shop where I saw Avola chatting with Jeannie and enjoying a big, steaming cup of coffee.

“Avola!” I choked.

“What?” she asked brightly.

“You’re having a coffee?” my voice disbelieving and reproachful.

“And a muffin. You should try one, it’s very tasty!”

Jeanie rumbled happily, “I only use the freshest, most local ingredients.”

“Avola,” I said trying to be polite, “remember what Umi said about being mindful about what we eat until we find the source of the Jizza effect.” I smiled an apology at Jeanie who nodded that she wasn’t offended.

“Thesca,” smirked Avola, “I highly doubt one coffee and a muffin is going to do anything. No one has found any agent in the water, and for something to affect my mind in a single small dose it must surely be detectable. I’m willing to bet that the Jizza phenomenon is caused by longterm exposure, a cumulative effect.” Avola smiled at Jeanie, “No offense.”

“None taken, this is quite fascinating.”

“That’s quite the risk,” I said.

Avola smiled wildly, “You worry too much.” She looked thoughtful for a second. “Let’s call it an experiment then: I’ve had a single cup of coffee made with fresh, delicious Jizza water, and you haven’t yet. So I can be the treatment group and you, my cautious friend, can be the control.” Avola smiled at me playfully, “Now you just have to make sure you don’t ingest anything.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t.”

***

We spent the day riding Jeanie around town, sampling water from the fountain in the square, a drinking fountain in the park, and water from a few restaurants and eateries. Next we headed to the reservoir, where a local utilities worker, a humanoid amphibian creature with a pair of strange, translucent looking inhuman cocks, helpfully took three samples straight from the main water supply. Jeanie’s husband gave us a ride to the outskirts of town where we were able to get samples from three separate wells and a natural spring that he showed us. And then it came time to survey as many households as we could. We decided to split up to cover more ground.

I picked a neighbourhood at random and started going door to door. Because it was the middle of the day not many people answered, either out at work or opting to ignore the strange woman with the heavy canvas bag. I wasn’t discouraged though, an unanswered door meant one less transformee for me to be uncomfortably alone with. I sighed, I knew it was a shitty attitude to hold, but Jizza was starting to give me the creeps.

Eventually my luck ran out and a door was answered by a pair of nearly identical transformees. Their faces were long cones with no eyes or features except for a slit of a mouth and a huge, star-shaped, flat nose like on a mole. The fair skin of their pointy faces slid smoothly into a wide neck and narrow shoulders that ended in short arms with rodent like paw-hands. Below their small rib cages their bodies ballooned out into a wide abdomen and hindquarters that sprouted short digitigrade legs with another set of rodent hand-paws. They had long flexible tails that rested on the ground and, as I was coming to expect, bright little pink cocks. Overall they looked a bit like hairless rodents standing on their hind legs, the only difference between them was that one was a few inches larger and taller than the other.

“Hi,” I said gamely, “my name is Thesca Piste, and I’m in Jizza collecting water samples for a study. I’m hoping to collect some of these samples from residential sources. Would it be alright if I came in and sampled your tap water?”

The two creatures sniffed me, their huge noses waggling. “I don’t see why not,” chirped the smaller of the pair. “Come in, come in,” squeaked the larger. I stepped inside and followed the almost-rodents to their kitchen and started putting on my gloves.

“I’m Maude,” said the bigger transformee in her high voice, “and this is my daughter Cidny.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I said trying to ignore the reek of sex and semen in the home.

Perhaps catching a note of reproach in my voice Maude brushed her paws in the air, “Don’t let my daughter’s smaller stature fool you, she is a grown woman, miss. She is only visiting from college so that we could get another treatment.”

“Another treatment?” I asked as I turned on their kitchen sink and put the first bottle into the stream.

“Why yes,” chirped Cidny. “We had a family meeting and decided that we wanted to retain a certain family resemblance. So we decided to get identical transformations.”

“The alchemist we contacted thought the best approach would to break everything down into smaller changes, a bit here and there, so it would be more predictable.”

“And, to ensure uniformity or results, he suggested that he make double amounts of every mixture and give us each transformation simultaneously from the same batch.”

“Very time consuming and expensive.”

“But he sure did deliver on the results.”

I was already filling the second sample bottle. Trying to make conversation: “Sounds exciting. What change did you get this time?”

Cidny capered around and lifted her leg letting me get a good look at her penis. It was short, only three or four inches, but bright pink and possessed of a canine looking knot. It looked a great deal like an extended dog penis, but I couldn’t see any sheath or evidence that it could retract. Suddenly a long tongue flicked out from behind Cidny’s balls and licked all over her pink cock, moistening it. “We just got our second tongues. For lubricating our cocks.”

“I see,” I said trying not to gag.

“Our cocks used to get so dry and cracked,” explained the mother, “they are very delicate.”

“I told you we should have gotten the tongues before the cock.” Cidny said with exasperation, sounding very much the daughter. “It could have been a fun goodbye to our cunts.” She peeped a sigh. “But you just couldn’t wait to have a penis.”

Maude chittered. “Please, don’t pretend you didn’t love the change! That having a wondrous new cock isn’t so much nicer than that old pussy of yours, that it was completely worth the discomfort.”

The daughter nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry. It was a wonderful new experience!”

I had sealed the second bottle and was filling the third, desperate to be away from these strange people. “What’s next?” I asked, worried to hear the answer.

Cidny squeaked, “Well, I’m for getting our fur installed, a sleek and shiny shorthaired black coat, before it gets too cold out.”

Maud shrugged, “And I am dead set on having our genitals expanded. These little peckers just won’t do.”

Cidny chittered a laugh, “That’s mom for you, absolutely cock crazy!”

I snapped the cap on the last sample container, recorded the relevant info, thanked the two transformees profusely and beat a hasty retreat. Maud and Cidny stood in their doorway and waved, biding me good luck and telling me to stop by when I finally changed so they could meet the new me. I shuddered and put several blocks between me and them before trying the next door.

At the next house where someone answered the door, I was greeted by a normal looking man. I told him my reason for being there and he graciously let me inside. He told me I was lucky to catch him, since he was just popping by to check on his husband. He led into the house and I saw him, a most extreme transformee. The former-woman of the house was rooted through the floor to the ground. His body had become a big round, fleshy trunk with a single cyclopean eye on it like a wood knot looking around. The husband’s cylindrical body touched the roof and split into branches or maybe vines which grew all across the ceiling, along the walls, and into other rooms. At the tip of each of these projections was a penis glans. The man gently stroked his husband’s cylindrical body and the eye lidded with pleasure. All of the cock vines twitched and leaked a bead of fragrant precum. I hustled to the kitchen, threw on the tap, and filled my three samples as quickly as I could. The man stayed with his husband and, when I tried to make my way out, I was graced with the vision of the man, dick sticking out of his fly, peeing on the roots of his spouse. “Just need to give him a good watering before we go,” the man called to my back as I got the fuck out of there.

Jizza was too strange for me, too filled with bizarre transformees and alchemical danger. I walked as fast as I could, almost fleeing. But, I couldn’t just give up, could I? I needed at least one more set of samples to bring back so I wouldn’t look a complete coward. I resolved myself to one more stop, swerved through a gate in a picket fence and walked to one more door. I pounded on it, it opened, and I was greeted by a pretty, completely normal looking woman.

“Hello!” she greeted. “I’m Birdie.”

I was hugely relieved. “Hi Birdie,” I gushed, “I’m Thesca Piste and I’m here to check the tap water in Jizza. Could I please sample your tap water.”

“Of course,” she said, “Welcome to my home.”

I swept into a beautifully appointed home filled with charm, tasteful decorations, and soft pastel colours. I took a look at Birdie, a tall pretty woman with a sleek bob haircut, sleeveless blouse, and poodle skirt. The entire scene was like my parent’s idea of domestic bliss. I smiled, this felt familiar and safe. “Could you direct me to your kitchen?” I asked.

“Right this way,” Birdie smiled.

As I went about filling my sample containers I complimented Birdie on her home and, despite myself, admitted how happy I was to see a normal woman here. “It’s nice to know that someone can live here and not want to change.”

“Who said that?” asked Birdie. “Of course I want to change! Have you not seen all the beautiful, handsome, and remarkable people who live here?” Her voice grew dreamy. “How can you not sometimes fantasize about joining them?”

“What?” I said. “You have the… urge.”

“Of course I have the urge, darling. Doesn’t everyone?”

A small part of me thought she might have a point. “But you resist it, don’t you?”

“Oh yes. Out of fear mostly. Fear of what my husband will think, what my family will say, how my boss and coworkers will feel about me. But I want to, every day I want to.” She sighed. “I guess I’m just a coward.”

I swallowed heavily, disappointed at the turn the conversation had taken. I worked at filling the sample tubes as quickly as I could. I would label them after I left. I swept them into my canvas bag and turned to leave.

And Birdie was standing nude, her soft but still attractive body blocking the way out. She was panting and holding a vial in her hand. “But I won’t be a coward any longer!” she loudly announced and splashed herself with the alchemy.

I backed away and watched in horror as Birdie started to whimper in arousal. First I saw the skin of her belly swell weirdly, as if she might be growing an udder. But instead of becoming a bag of hanging mammary tissue, this new pouch seemed to flow upward, becoming a taught wrinkly bag covering her abdomen from her belly button to her crotch. The bag continued to swell and developed two round contents, a pair of gigantic, head sized testicles. Birdie moaned happily and fondled her new kangaroo pouch like ballsack. Next her clit swelled and filled her whole vagina, her labia becoming a wrinkled sheath around it. Her huge clit became a penis glans and oozed, and then seemed to swivel down under her to point backwards. Birdie started to whimper again and her anus merged with her cock sheath leaving her a single opening filled with cock. Birdie’s new cock started to expand outward, clearly becoming a penis like tail. It was as wide as Birdie’s leg and just about as long when it developed articulation, growing musculature and bones and bending upward at a new joint. The penis grew longer and longer, and developed more joints, until it was nearly twelve feet long and curved up over her head like a scorpion tail with a fist sized penis glans for a stinger. Birdie screamed in orgasm and sprayed semen at the wall, just missing me. Next her chest started to swell and become firmer, her large, saggy breasts becoming muscular and developing into an ass on her chest. The pucker of an anus opened on her chest to replace her lost one. Birdie cooed happily and then stared at her hands as her fingers merged together and became a pair of skin covered crab, or maybe scorpion pincers, with fingernail material along their edges. Birdie was panting and smiling and running her smooth claws along her changed body.

“Oooooh,” she wailed happily. “I’ve finally done it! I’ve finally given into my truth.” Tears shone in her eyes, “After all the lies and time, I finally feel free!” She clacked her claws happily.

I backed away slowly, making my way to the door. I slipped outside and ran. “Live true to yourself!” Birdie shouted after me, penis-stinger flailing behind her, claws cracking loudly.

I didn’t stop running until I managed to hail a cab and got out of Jizza.

***

I arrived back at the hotel long before Avola. I placed my racks of labeled samples, both the common source ones Umi wanted and my own residential samples, on the table. And then I sat and waited for Avola and worried.

Avola sauntered in more than an hour later. She dropped her canvas bag on the floor and sat across from me, an odd expression on her face.

“Where are your samples?” I asked.

“I didn’t collect any.” Avola replied smirking oddly.

“So what the hell were you doing all day?”

“Getting something better!” Avola said triumphantly, brandishing a glowing vial.

I scooted my chair back, trying to get away from her. “Avola!? What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Something exciting!” she breathed, “Something I desperately want, no… need to do!”

“Avola..”

“No! You don’t understand! You don’t know what it’s like to feel trapped! To feel like your whole body is wrong! To know in your heart that you could be so much more!” Avola was panting, her face red. “And here I have the means to finally fix it! To be who I really am!”

“I didn’t realize you felt that way,” I said cautiously.

“I didn’t either,” she admitted, “until today.”

“When we visited Jizza. When you drank the water and ate the food.”

Avola paused, thinking intensely. “I’ve… got whatever all of those Jizza women have, don’t I?”

I nodded.

Avola bit her lip. “I guess that experiment proved its point,” she said, voice small. “Even a little exposure will get you.”

“Yeah…” I said, “In light of your new… urges being… artificial maybe we can… reassess the situation?”

“Why?” Avola asked. “I don’t see how it changes anything.” And with that she popped the cork and drank the alchemical potion.

I sucked in a breath, eyes rounded with horror. It was happening again! Someone else I cared about was transforming before me! I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

Avola just smiled, breathing deeply, clearly aroused. She calmly stripped off her clothing, baring her agreeably average body: her well sized breasts, her smooth but not skinny stomach, her present but unremarkable hips and ass and legs. “Oh.” She said, “I can feel it start to work.” She sighed. “It tingles!”

And then Avola squealed as her body began to rapidly lose its body fat, her breasts shrinking to tiny little A cup things, her soft stomach becoming toned, her arms and legs becoming lithe and muscular. She moaned and her bones crackled as her hips narrowed a little, her shoulders grew a bit wider and her jaw became a touch more square. She grew the patchy start of a beard. Avola panted, looking much more androgynous than a moment ago. And then she made a strange trumpeting sound and her nose and top lip merged together and pushed out into a five foot long tentacle, that waved for a moment until it became an obvious penis with a large glans and prehensile, mobile foreskin. Avola had grown a cock trunk. She trumpeted again and ejaculated, soaking me with her cum. Avola panted and shifted her body as her legs lengthened a little and her feet became wide and blunt and her fingers merged, leaving her with three-fingered hands. She panted happily for a moment.

“Is it over?” I asked, wet and dripping with semen.

“I don’t think so,” Avola whined before moaning deeply. I watched as her pussy sealed shut, her clit growing bigger and her labia inflating into testicles. Her new penis grew larger, becoming modest and then average and then very well hung with balls to match. Avola made that trumpeting sound again and her cock writhed, glans becoming blunt and triangular, cock swelling as wide and long as a forearm, balls swelling as big as fists. Her cock, now elephantine, began to jump wildly in rooting behavior as pulses of blood caused it to dance wildly. Avola stumbled with the weight and force of it, turning and letting me see the small orifice that had opened on her tailbone just above her anus. This orifice bubbled a stream of glistening precum that slid down between her buttcheeks and lubricated her asshole before dripping to the ground. Avola screamed and trumpeted and her elephant cock thrashed as it spat a torrent of cum while her tailbone orifice shot a little jet of semen behind her. Avola stumbled forward panting, sweat glistening on her altered body.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worry in my voice.

“Yeah… yes…” Avola said hesitantly.

“Oh Avola,” I said, “what have you done to yourself?”

Avola looked her self over, staring at her hands, her large flexible cock, and her long penis-trunk. She shifted her lean, male body around and chewed her bottom lip. “I think..” she finally said, “I’m finally who I was always meant to be.” She looked at me with wonder in her eyes.

I breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m happy for you.” I meant it.

“And to think,” Avola continued in awe, “if you had just had a cup of coffee with me, you might have found out who you really are too.”

I shivered, realizing just how close I had come to volunteering to change.

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We returned to the college the next day. Avola didn’t want to face Professor Lipple so I took the samples to the lab while she had herself checked out at a Regina clinic. Umi looked guilty when I told her what had happened, but smiled a little when I told her how happy Avola seemed. Umi studied the samples over the next month, but ultimately her tests came back like every other one: inconclusive. We utterly failed to solve the Jizza phenomenon.

And that’s how I escaped Jizza by deciding to pass on a cup of coffee.

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Credits:

Story, words, and transformations by Indigocarmine

Editorial help by KSG and Demon-Man

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Part 5