You shift your sword to a one-handed guard and reach into your belt pouch for the slim vial given to you by the cow girl. The milky pink liquid within seems to give off a faint magical light. You push the stopper out with your thumb.
“A last drink to steel your nerves?” Izabella lunges at you, nearly causing you to spill the potion. You block her slashing hands with your sword. You only make contact with the flat of your blade, but the holy light flares and she hisses in anger.
Before she can strike again, you take a deep breath, hold the potion to your lips, and tilt your head back. The liquid is thick and sweet. It tastes like strawberries mingling with the milky sweetness of the cream from Gretchen’s teats. You gulp it down and warmth spreads quickly through your body.
A moment later, your chest begins to expand and soften. Your nipples grow larger as they jut against your taut tunic. The laces stretch, revealing a deep cleavage between your new… breasts!? They continue to swell, bursting open your tunic and exposing the creamy mounds more than a match for the vampiress’s blue-hued bosom. You feel your abdomen softening slightly and your hips growing wider. It feels as if invisible fingers are pressing at your cock as it splits and reforms along the seam of your cunt. Your sensitive cockhead retreats and concentrates in a tiny bud atop your new, delicate, womanly folds.
“What is happening to me?” You ask in a voice that sounds like your own but higher and smoother. Shocked, you give a girlish hiccup.
“Was that not what you expected?” Izabella laughs. “It looks as if you’ve become a woman! What mad magic is this?”
“Th-the potion,” you say softly, kicking at the discarded vial.
Even your bottom has changed, softening and growing rounder. You feel so different and not at all prepared to face off against the vampiress. Why would Gretchen give you this potion?
“My poor little heroine,” purrs the vampiress, striding closer. “A pity about the hair. Still boyish. Although you look quite fetching with the short hair.”
She strokes your cheek with one hand and easily plucks the sword from your other hand, tossing it away. You tremble fearfully as she presses her cool body against yours, her lacy gown squeezing against your exposed breasts and bending your thick nipples. You let out a cry at the unexpected intensity of the sensation.
“Oh, my, you’re shaking like a leaf,” laughs the vampiress, her lips very close to yours. “Don’t be afraid, Lucas… or shall I call you Luciana? I will not hurt such a tender flower as you.”
Her kiss overwhelms your fear, her tongue exciting and dexterous as it pushes past your lips and rolls against your tongue. Her hand slips into your trousers and her fingers finds the newly-formed furrow of your cunt. You arch in her embrace at the shocking sensation of her fingers against your clit. She strokes it and you cry out, breaking the kiss, burying your face against her slender shoulder and clinging to Izabella as you cum suddenly. The contractions of your orgasm are less intense and yet more satisfying, they go on longer and never quite reach the spurting peak of your male orgasm.
“Your first one?” She asks, her red eyes gazing into your eyes.
“Like that,” you say, still shocked by the sound of your voice.
“Well, there are many other ways to pleasure a woman,” she chuckles. “Let’s try a few out, what do you say?”
Her red eyes flash and you find you have no will to offer her any resistance. She takes your hand and leads you to the bed. She undresses you carefully, freeing your large breasts completely and sliding your trousers down from your round backside and your dripping cunt. Your legs seem more slender, less muscular, particularly your lower legs. Your feet are certainly daintier.
“What a lovely woman you make, Luciana,” she says and takes a step back. She motions for you to turn as she examines your newly feminine body. By the time you have turned all the way around, Izabella has finished undressing. Her breasts are pert despite their size and her dark blue areolas and the buds of her nipples are smaller than your own. A dark tuft of hair partially covers her delicate cunt. She strokes her hands slowly over your naked flesh, causing you to tremble. “Even more beautiful than the baroness. Certainly bustier. Come and join me on the bed, my girl. Let us discover the pleasures of your new flesh.”
She pulls you into her arms and kisses you again. Her lips might be cold, but her naked body against yours stokes the fire in your loins. Her fingers massage your cunt and remind you of the pleasure to be found in your clit. She lowers you onto the bed, climbing atop you, dragging the soft weight of her breasts down your body as her kiss leaves your lips. Her fingers begin to fuck into your slippery cunt, reminding you that you now have a tender hole there instead of your cock.
Her kiss arrives at your breasts and you gasp in shock as she runs her pink tongue around your thick, sensitive nipples. She looks up at you, red eyes glowing as she sucks a fat bud into her mouth and her lips pop wetly around your areola.
“Ohhhhhh, gods,” you cry, arching beneath her and grinding your pussy against her thrusting fingers. “It’s so good! How do you women stand it?”
“We don’t,” she laughs, tweaking your other nipple with her fingers. “We enjoy it.”
She squeezes your soft mounds against her face, moving back and forth and sucking on your nipples until they are both raw and glistening. Her sharp fangs poke against your soft breasts, causing little nips of pain, but never drawing blood. You cum against her fingers once again as Izabella sucks greedily at your tender teats. You scissor your supple thighs against her hand, your inner walls clutching at her thrusting fingers.
As you come down from your orgasm, you lie there panting and looking up at her with astonishment.
“I felt my like my nipples were climaxing,” you say, looking down at your reddish tips, still damp with her saliva.
“Oh, my,” giggles Izabella. “Perhaps you are a bit of a slut? Wait until you feel my tongue on your cunt!”
“That’s… ohhh, gods,” you moan as she moves between your parted legs and begins kissing your inner thighs. You cradle her silky, dark hair as she plants delicate kisses against your mound and you newly-formed folds. You hiss with hot pleasure as her kiss finds the sensitive bud of your clit. The pleasure is as if she is kissing your cock, only somehow concentrated to a tiny little pebble of pleasure that amplifies the sensation several times over.
Izabella begins to lick your clit and it is all you can do to even remember to breathe as a storm of pleasure bursts through your body from your pulsing clit. She hums with lust, sucking your clit into her mouth and teasing your slick folds with her fingers. You thrust your cunt against her pretty face, cumming twice more in short order as she lashes your clit again and again with her tongue. As you cum against her mouth, you pinch your own nipples, torturing them between your fingers and heightening your ecstasy.
“Yes,” she says, lifting her cum-smeared face from between your thighs. “You’ll do nicely. I have a need for a new thrall. Someone to hunt down interlopers for me.”
“What? No!” You cry, trying to push away from her. She is on you in an instant, leaping atop your naked body and pressing hers down to keep you pinned on the bed. She hisses as she opens her mouth wide and sinks her fangs into your neck.
Izabella takes only a taste of your blood, the hot ripple of pleasure as she sucks at your newly slender neck, and then her wrist is pressed to your lips. You cannot resist! You drink the sweet blood flowing out and feel it knot in your belly.
“You are mine now,” she purrs, pulling her wrist from your bloodstained lips. “You are a vampire thrall, balanced between life and death, vampire and human mixed. You will never be as powerful as a true vampire, but you will be far stronger than mortals. The hunger will be upon you soon and you will need to drink hot, living blood.”
“Y-yes, mistress,” you say, unable to keep the words from your mouth. You belong to Izabella!
CONTINUE >
Help her test her new potion
“Th
is won’t hurt me, will it?” You ask, staring intently at the vial thrust into Gretchen’s ample cleavage.
“Hurt? It might hurt a little,” she says, plucking it out from between her breasts. She hands it to you and you feel the warmth of her body on the glass. “It will wear off eventually though.”
You take a deep breath, pop the stopper from the vial, and tilt the glass back to your lips. The warm liquid spills into your mouth. It is thick and both bitter and surprisingly sweet. The unusual flavor swirls over your tongue and down your throat. You swallow hard three times to clear the flavor.
“Hopefully Hina’s milk will work,” she says, giving you a jolt of surprise.
“What’s that?” You demand, but before she can answer you cry out and grab at your chest. Pain shoots through your body and your chest begins to quickly expand. Your tunic stretches over your swelling breasts and a button pops loose. You quickly tears it open completely, freeing your new, huge breasts and thick pink nipples. “Oh, gods! What is happening to me?”
You look down at your chest, squeezing your breasts in your hands. Your nipples are extremely sensitive and you cry out with pleasure as you squeeze both breasts, pressing your palms into your nipples and your fingers into the soft expanse of new titflesh.
Your trousers suddenly hurt as well and you yank them open, freeing a massively engorged cock that seems to be nearly three times the length and thickness of your normal manhood. It is crimson with engorgement and throbbing with need, precum trickling visibly from the fat apple of your new cockhead.
“Exactly as I had suspected,” says Gretchen. She reaches beneath your huge cock and cradles your massively enlarged testicles. “At least four times the size. Your milk capacity must be incredible.”
“W-what? Why did I grow tits?” You demand, shaking your mounds from side to side and watching them swing and heave.
“Quiet,” snaps Gretchen.
Even your hips and backside have changed, becoming rounder and softer, a sure sign of femininity despite your newly enormous cock. Gretchen runs her hands over your breasts, bending your thick nipples with her fingers and eliciting a hot intake of breath from you. She grasps both of your nipples at once, moving her fingers from your sensitive tips to your wider, redder areolas. She pushes against your tender mounds and you moan as milk dribbles out of your breasts.
“Why is milk coming out? What did you do to me?”
“Shhhhh,” says Gretchen furrowing her brow. She leans down, closing her eyes as if concentrating, and takes one of your fat nipples into her mouth. The warmth makes you groan with pleasure and cry out softly as you feel your milk spurting into her mouth. Your cock twitches against her leg and you know the pleasure she must feel every time her huge breasts are milked.
Gretchen pulls her lips free from your teat and smiles at you sincerely.
“The formulation works perfectly,” she says. “Your milk is sweet and perfect for my potions. I’m sure your cock is just as perfect. I have transformed you into my ultimate milk cow!”
“How long is this going to… ahhhhh!” She cuts off your words by dragging her hand over her huge erection. Your manhood throbs in her grasp and dribbles out precum that drips onto the floor.
“Wait here,” she says and hurries out of the room, leaving you to fondle your sensitive nipples and run your hand over your massive cock. By the time Gretchen returns with her modified Hina in tow, you have nearly made yourself cum from idly touching your swollen manhood. She catches you rubbing beneath your glans, precum dripping from you in a steady flow, and she snaps, “Don’t you dare waste it! Come on! It’s time for your milking!”
“You are so pretty, master,” says Hina, looking at your feminine facial features. “You make a very good girl.”
“Th-thanks,” you say as the golem and the cow girl lead you into the milking room and help you into the harness straps. Gretchen adjusts the leather straps to frame your dangling tits rather than crush them against your chest. The straps similarly snake to either side of your huge bollocks without pinching them or mashing them against your body. Your breasts, dangling through the webbing, nipples pointed almost straight down to the ground, begin to leak steadily.
“Quickly,” snaps Gretchen, “bring me the milk cups.”
Hina fetches translucent gum rubber cups with hoses at the tip of each. Gretchen switches on a second machine and air begins to whistle through the hoses attached to the cups. She lifts them up to your dangling breasts and your tender nipples are sucked towards the hoses. Droplets of milk flick out of you and spatter in the cup before she has even pressed them against your tits.
“This will be quite intense,” warns Gretchen. “But pleasurable. Try not to cum until Hina gets the milker on your cock.”
You feel Hina shifting alongside you and hear the rush of air form the glass cylinder. Gretchen seems to count down and she and Hina press the cups to your breasts and massive cock simultaneously. The suction on your breasts domes your wide areolas and draws your thick nipples so deep they touch the hose at the top of the cup. Milk begins to flow steadily out of your teats in a shocking rush of pleasure. In the same instant, you feel the rhythmic suction grab your cock and draw it into the glass cylinder. It is a tight fit, your cock stuffed into the container and the fat head of your manhood mashed against the bottom.
“AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” You cry, jerking in the restraints as cum bursts out of you. It flows in such a rush that it melts upwards into the cylinder, tracking any open space between ridges and in hidden valleys and filling it with milky white. Your purple cockflesh looks veined with cream as your manhood pulses again and again, firing a second time almost as soon as your first orgasm has exploded from your cock.
“Now we leave him here,” says Gretchen.
“Wait! Leave me?” You lift your head, struggling to talk but suddenly overcome with a third orgasm. You whimper as pleasure throbs through you, milk draining from your giant cock and your huge breasts in an almost equal flow.
“Yes, the potion should last about one hour,” says Gretchen. “I’ll be back with something for you to drink and eat. You’ll be quite dehydrated by the time it’s done.”
“Wait, I didn’t… OoOHhhhhhhhh!” Your eyes roll back as another orgasm interrupts your objections. Gretchen laughs and saunters out of the room, her hips swaying. Hina follows behind her. The golem’s flaccid cock dangles obscenely from her slender hips.
You are abandoned to the agonizing pleasure of the machines. Each time you are certain you cannot cum again you begin a rapid escalation to another intense orgasm. The flow of milk from your breasts diminishes gradually over time, but your cock is inconsistent. Some orgasms produce massive gushes of your seed and others, usually those immediately after a bigger orgasm, produce modest spurts that dwindle quickly.
Gretchen and Hina finally return. Gretchen carries your clothes and Hina bears a tray with cups and a pile of baked treats. You are sweating, sore from the spasms, moaning with exhausted pleasure, and nearly delirious. Gretchen lifts your head and looks into your eyes.
“You actually overflowed the reservoir for the milk of your loins, Lucas,” she says. “You should see the mess you’ve made in the other room.”
“P-please,” you croak. “Let me down.”
She switches off the machines and the cups fall from your breasts with a wet patter of spilled milk. She has to pull the cylinder from your cock. You already feel your breasts and manhood beginning to shrink. Gretchen helps you down into a chair and Hina brings over the refreshments. You drink the sweet, creamy liquid as fast as you can, quenching your intense thirst before turning on the unusual soft cookies.
“Made with my milk,” says Gretchen. “Don’t look at me like that. They have healing properties.”
It is true, as your body returns to its masculine normal, you also feel your vigor being restored. Even the red lines from where the glass cylinder bit into your cock are disappearing quickly.
“You are a good hel
per, Lucas,” she says. “I should have my new formula perfected by the time you go on your next adventure.”
“R-right,” you say as the big cow girl helps you to your feet. “Thanks? I guess?”
“You are welcome,” she says, handing you over to her modified Hina. The Hina leads you out of the barn where you are met by the guide Hina. The two golems exchange a smile and a slight nod. You stumble out into the daylight.
“Did you have a pleasant visit with Gretchen?” The guide Hina asks.
“It was, uh, draining,” you say.
“Your fluid levels seem acceptable,” she says. “Where would you like to go now, master?”
What do you do?
It is time to return to the real world
Visit with Izabella the Vampiress
Visit with Morelle the Novice Succubus
Visit with Oola the Slime Girl
Get more training from Theora the Angel of Veleda
Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl
Her ass triumphs over your willpower
The sight alone of Anja’s plump rear devouring your cock is nearly enough to make you spill your seed, but it is the silky clench of her arse as it swallows your throbbing manhood with every stroke that finally pushes you to the edge. Rather than feel the agony of her hand squeezing your stones again, you cry out, “Yes, I’ll tell you! Please!”
“Mmmmmmm, I knew you would not be able to resist this arse,” she laughs, wiggling her hips. She sheaths every inch of your maleness in her plump posterior and gives your root a squeeze with her ring of muscles. Her back arched and her weight against your lap, Anja gazes at you over her shoulder, her eyes glowing red. “Now then, Lucas, tell me all about your friend at the tavern.”
It all comes out in a rush of desperation, “Theora, an angel of Veleda! And I’m a hero chosen by Veleda to fight monsters! We’ve come to defeat the vampiress!”
“What about her weaknesses?” Anja asks sweetly, her bottom sliding up your cock and back down again.
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