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A Door - Part 2 (Commission for Kalendil)
🕑 Added 2021-03-28 12:35:48 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth, Transformation, Virility/Fertility, Ascension/God, Transdimensional Fuckery
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Sure, their libidos were probably the strongest part of their bodies, which was an achievement in and of itself, but the two still prided themselves in keeping a tidy house, especially given Kal’s perfectionism and William’s utter inability to see a single spot of dust without cleaning it so hard he could see his face in it afterwards, so having their entire living room be coated in their juices should’ve triggered some sort of instinctual reaction in their heart of hearts, leading them to go into a cleaning frenzy in order to get rid of all the gunk before it settled in and became hard to scrape off. But instead, the very same sensations that had coursed through them earlier, back when the atmosphere in the room was a lot hotter, began to seep back into their minds, albeit much weaker than before; the sight awakened something in them, something that was brand new and yet somehow familiar enough that they could almost put their finger on it, like a half-remembered name on the tip of their tongues. It made them feel powerful, virile, able to take on the world and keep going a couple of times over; above all else, it made them feel horny, and even in their hungover state it gave them an instinctive, almost irresistible need to go at it like a pair of mindless animals again… much like it did to Carla, though she managed to hide it a bit better than her two hosts.
Still, there was still work to be done in the morning, and as much as Kal would’ve loved to give everything up for the sake of a fuck session that never ended, he still had that artifact to handle, and the more his mind returned to him, the more he began to realize that it most definitely contained some kind of power that was now affecting both himself and everyone else around him by proxy. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, some kind of fertility idol, and he’d fallen under its influence by just handling it without any kind of protection; however, given that it had been several hours since he last touched it and the effects were still there even through the haze of a mounting headache and what he assumed was a gallon of alcohol (when it reality it had barely been two cans of beer), this could only mean one thing: the damned artifact was strong, possibly stronger than anything else anyone had ever dug up, and that meant he was on the verge of one of the greatest discoveries ever made in the past two decades. It was just enough to get him to focus on what should be done rather than what his primordial brain wanted to do, but not strong enough to keep him from accepting William’s invitation to share a shower with him in order to wash off most of the juices currently stuck to their bodies. Carla made herself known as well, simply noting that she’d be joining in too, and not ten minutes later the three of them were tightly cramped into the shower stall trying their best not to break it apart with how much their hands danced across their forms and their bodies swerved and moved around to make sure their more erogenous areas could be properly stimulated. By that point, the neighbors didn’t really care; they just hoped the three lewdsters would get tired eventually and shut up for a while.
Nevertheless, there came a point where even the trio’s interminable libidos had to come to terms with the simple fact that they were attached to physical bodies with actual limits to them, bodies that eventually had to feel the pains and aches that came along with having apparently rutted one another for so long they could barely even stand up properly. It wasn’t surprising, then, that despite how much they were enjoying themselves in the shower it only really took about five minutes after they were done for all three to collapse onto Bill and Kal’s bad, held together in a tight cuddle pile that collectively fell asleep within a matter of moments. They wouldn’t dream, and indeed would seemingly wake up just a moment later feeling positively renewed, not a single hint of the previous night’s tiredness and physical exertion making itself known… in sharp contrast to the sunlight outside making it very obvious that they were extremely late for work and lacked any proper excuse for it.
In any other circumstance, it would’ve been cause for alarm, especially for two people like Kal and Carla, who both prized their punctuality almost above all others, and indeed a small part of their brains was working itself up into a frenzy trying to come to terms with how they could’ve ever been so irresponsible. Unfortunately for them (or fortunately, depending on one’s perspective), that morning would be nothing short of unusual, having given them all something to worry about that wasn’t a very angry director demanding to know where two of their workers were. At the very least it was confirmation of Kal’s suspicions, albeit done in a way that made them all yelp in shock at what had been done to their bodies.
The changes weren’t too severe, but they were noticeable enough that all three of them had to stare at themselves trying to make sense of what they were seeing, thinking to themselves that maybe they were just experiencing a collective dream or hallucination, and that soon enough everything would be back to normal. Instead, it just became more and more real the more they waited, until finally Carla took the first step and brought a hand to her chest, feeling its newfound size and, as it quickly became apparent, productivity. It wasn’t as if she’d never thought about enhancing herself in some way; their society might be prudish and dislike outward displays of sexuality or even affection, but that didn’t stop people from fantasizing within the privacy of their own home. It wouldn’t be the first time that the leopardess wondered what it would be like if she pursued cosmetic surgery, and now that her tits had somehow, for some inexplicable reason, jumped up a few cup sizes and filled up with milk, the one thing she could really think about was how good they looked; she should’ve been worried about this sudden change, maybe even panicked given how it came from nowhere and should not have happened, but as she brought a second hand up to her bust, all Carla could really think about was how sensitive her breasts were, how heavy they felt, how full they were that milk droplets fell onto the sheets with each squeeze, leaving her surprisingly- puffy lower lips dripping with her juices just at that slight amount of stimulation.
Kal and William both had their own changes to deal with, both of which were in the same ballpark (and quite literally so, at that): their bodies themselves had changed, warping and reshaping their forms in order to further accentuate their muscle mass, not necessarily adding more of it, but making the one that was already there significantly more obvious and eye-popping, giving them much more of a stereotypically “athletic” physique rather than the “stout strength” aesthetic they had going for them. But the biggest change occurred down below, in their exposed groins, where both of their cocks and sets of balls had sprung up in size considerably, enough that the rods, despite being quite flaccid, were still big enough to reach all the way down to their knees, a realization that helped them grow even bigger once blood began to be pumped into them, helped along by the noticeably loud churning of their cum factories as they aggressively throbbed with unspent production. They were massive, the kind of size that one saw only in lewd artwork and never in reality, and this change alone was enough to get them to start panicking.
Or, well, would be if their minds hadn’t also been warped to look at these new changes as being something that was, if not perfectly normal, then at least acceptable for their everyday lives. It was subtle, not like they had been mindwiped and forced to forget about it while a new personality was installed, just the right amount of nudges in the right direction to get them to not freak out as much, and start thinking about how much of a boon it would be to them to suddenly have these new assets. For William and Kal, the perks were obvious: they could have plenty more fun around the house after work hours, and whenever the tiger was sent out for another archaeological expedition he’d be able to plow his way across the globe even more efficiently than before. And while Carla wasn’t as enthusiastically horny as the two males next to her, she was already thinking of how to best use her lactic bounty for her own personal amusement, especially when it came to self-denial and the bloating thereof, two themes that she had already “explored” during her private hours in her own home. All in all, where there should’ve been terror and shock, and where there had been some initially, there was now nothing but acceptance, a shift in perspective that none of the group really took notice of when they got up and began getting ready for work, hoping that maybe they could bullshit up an excuse on the way there.
William bid his goodbyes before heading to the office, with Kal and Carla leaving soon after, all three of them making quite the impression on passers-by when they walked out of the apartment block wearing their usual clothes. For the two males it was the very obvious bulge in their pants, their now-massive rods bulging out against the denim and making their size perfectly known to anyone who bothered to look, two bloated nuts underneath them that made wearing pants significantly more uncomfortable than it had been before, leading to them trying to readjust their jeans every so often and only making their size all that more evident for it. For Carla, well… suffice it to say she wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t really need one either, though the small cloth pads she had on her nipples didn’t really do much to hide just how much she was dripping, her milky productivity far too heavy for her to really hide; it left her with two dramp spots on her poor, stretched-out shirt, already battered and forced to ride up her torso from how much more size had been packed into her bust, but it bothered her as much as the two males’ sizes bothered them: not at all, really.
Apart from some minor discomfort coming from maladjusted clothing, the three of them were perfectly fine with their new selves, even when they had to get seatbelts on and suddenly found themselves struggling with how they dug into their new curves (especially in the leopardess’ case, who had to spend a good five minutes just trying to adjust the damned thing between her tits), leaving them about as excited to go to work as they usually were… though, admittedly, far more in Kal’s case, given that he was dead-set on exploiting that stone for as much as it could give him, now fully convinced that it was a magical artifact of fantastic power that he just had to catalogue and extract as much power from as he could. Who knew, maybe he could be the first person to activate one and harness its abilities for himself; it certainly seemed to be working its magic (ha!) on his body if those changes were anything to go by, so it wasn’t too farfetched to assume that he could take it a step further; maybe, just maybe, he could help turn his society around if he tried hard enough.
The odd looks didn’t stop when he got to work though, and indeed garnered a few actual comments on the part of their colleagues as soon as Kal and Carla walked in. No one was so bold as to suggest that what had happened had, indeed, actually happened, but the math was easy to do given the state the two of them were; now, explaining the sudden changes to their bodies? That much was the hard part, enough that the two felines’ supervisor went so far as to ask them if they were playing some kind of practical joke on everyone by wearing prosthetics, to which he received two very confused stares as both of their workers assured them that they were, in fact, all completely natural. The transformation was truly complete now, with both the leopardess and the tiger acting as if they weren’t even aware of the changes at all, merely assuming that they had always been like that… while Kal still maintained that certain of degree of excitement when he walked into his office and saw the artifact sitting there, waiting for him.
He didn’t wait too long before getting down to business, dragging a chair over and spending a good five minutes or so readjusting his inflated nuts so he could find a way to sit down comfortably; he would give up in the end, unbuckling his belt and allowing his cock and balls to simply hang out freely, not really caring about whether or not anyone would see them. All that mattered, in his mind at least, was analyzing the object on the table, even if he had to deal with the sound of his pre dripping on the ground; it was easy enough to tune out after a while.
The inscriptions were unlike anything he’d ever seen before, and his initial assumptions about it belonging to P-12 were dashed the moment he actually tried to decipher any of them. Not that they were incomprehensible; far from it, in fact. Instead, even in the small amount of surface area available, the artifact somehow managed to cram in no less than seven different alphabets, alternating between them with a fluidity and grace that betrayed just how well-versed its creator was in every language they were writing onto it. At times,the script changed from one type to another so seamlessly and unexpectedly that Kal had to backtrack just to check if he’d seen it correctly; there was no way it was a translation aid, it being far more likely that the wording itself was utterly irrelevant and the inscriptions were there more as a work of artistic expression, but the more he tried to actually read what was on it, the more the tiger grew confused. It spoke of concepts for which there was no real translation, things that, while he could pronounce, he had no frame of reference for; locations that couldn’t be matched with anything else on the database, obligations and duties that had to be fulfilled, yet to people or individuals whose naming scheme required the blending of multiple different scripts, regardless of how nonsensical that sounded. It was as if the jumble, initially looking like nothing more than window dressing, actually meant something, though what exactly that was remained a mystery.
And a mystery it would remain, given that the door burst open just after Kal came to that conclusion, with the museum director, a hare with ears so long that they had to spend months getting people to stop joking about them, standing in it with a clipboard in one hand and a very worried look stamped on his face. He looked as if he was ready to say something, but very obviously became distracted once he noticed that his employee had decided to leave his pants wide open for his package to be able to breathe, which had not only resulted in quite a bit of leakage on the ground, but apparently in enough growth from his idle stroking that a cock that used to be knee-length was by that point already poking against the underside of the work table. Once Kal turned around to ask his boss what he wanted, coincidentally giving the hare a good look at his private parts, the only thing his director could do was… drop the clipboard, take a step forward and then close the door behind him.
The tiger had never once thought that man capable of anything remotely sexual, and not just because of the general stuffiness that he himself had to contend with in his daily life; the hare was in his early forties and already looked done with life in general, at times appearing more interested in sipping his mug of coffee and pretending to read the news on his phone than acknowledging that other people existed. At the same time, the artifact had very much warped both of their perceptions enough that the thought of the older man going down on Kal was seen less as a grave violation of work ethics and more as a standard meeting between coworkers, something normal that just happened whenever one of them happened to be horny enough for it; after all, it was taking place behind a locked door, so no one could complain about how disgraceful it was.
Then again, this was what Kal was thinking; the hare taking shaky steps towards him, removing his business attire and kneeling next to that throbbing, pulsating shaft on which his eyes were focused, wasn’t really thinking about much of anything other than how much he really wanted to get that thing into his mouth and down his throat, even if, to do so, he had to bulge it out hard enough that it looked uncomfortable. Merely looked down; the moment the director felt the tip of that monster slam against the back of his throat, courtesy of his employee using one of his hands to pull his head closer to their base, was the moment the hare allowed his eyes to roll upwards into his skull and his mind to wander off into the aether, surrendering himself completely to muscle memory. From there, it wasn’t hard to tell where things were going; blowjobs were a simple affair for Kal, and even though it was technically the man signing his paychecks who went down on him, the tiger nonetheless took charge of the situation and decided on the rhythm himself, keeping his fingers tightly locked around the back of the man’s head and more or less facefucking him at his own leisure without even having to get up from his seat. It was comfortable, so why should he?
It also gave him a perfect vantage point to watch as the artifact began to influence the world around it once again, this time from a close enough vantage point to actually be able to see at the gem inlaid into the center of it started to glow gently, a low glow that pulsated in about the same rhythm as Kal himself was employing with his brand new toy. The tiger didn’t even think too much of it; as far as he cared, this was just confirmation of something that he already suspected, nay, knew in his heart of hearts; given that he had someone stuck to his cock and very eagerly sucking down every last drop of pre going down their way, he had better things to worry about than writing down how long the glow lasted and how many lux it emitted. Things such as observing the magic’s more direct effects on the physiology of others, for example.
As much as his mind had been reformatted to simply accept the changes wrought to his form as perfectly normal, the same could not be said for the ones done to others… at least not initially; no doubt the object would end up distorting reality to the point where anything and everything went, and even Kal, in his endless, boundless energetic search for the next sexual high, would be unable to tell the difference between the debauched version of existence he had unleashed and the one that came before it. But for now, he was given the privilege of observing as the man sucking him off began to change in front of his very own eyes, their body warping and shifting so much that it almost made him wonder what it would be like for them to still have clothes on just so they could rip them apart. They were bulking up, apparently making good use of all the protein they were eagerly gulping down, a far cry already from the scrawny little thing they used to be. Kal could see their muscles bulging outward, their arms going from limp noodles to athletic, and from there to becoming so powerful they wouldn’t look out of place on a career bodybuilder, a change that spread downwards into their legs as well… not to mention a few more delicate and intimate places.
If he weren’t so certain of his own superiority at that moment, Kal might’ve felt slightly inadequate from how enormous the hare’s cock was becoming, each gulp seemingly adding an inch or two to its length, girth accompanying it to leave that thing so big that it was poking at the underside of the director’s chin after only a few seconds of their transformation starting. The orbs underneath it were suitably inflated as well, throbbing visibly as they filled with seed and splayed all over the ground, their bottom squishing delightfully against the hard surface and prompting a small flinch from the bulking-up bun when he felt how cold it was, right before he went back to sucking his employee off with even more gusto than before. Even better, it weren’t just his male parts growing larger, as the artifact was living up to its status as some kind of souped-up fertility idol; though it seemed impossible, the hare’s pecs suddenly began to soften and round out, very clearly filling if those sloshing noises were any indication, before they rose outwards to become a pair of very large and very full breasts! The poor thing could barely even handle his cock, and suddenly he had milkers big enough to wrap around the whole shaft, something that they took no time in exploiting as they moved their hands to give themselves a self-titjob, not even thinking about the absurdity of the situation.
The same could be said about Kal, who was either blissfully ignorant of the changes occurring to his own body or didn’t really seem to care from how little he reacted to them. From his weight shifting around to bring him more in line with a more muscular aesthetic, getting rid of whatever remained of his belly and leaving them looking more like a well-sculpted piece of man meat that he would drool over if he laid eyes on it, to his shaft thickening and lengthening considerably even within the hare’s mouth; the poor thing’s eyes were bulging out almost as much as the rest of his body was from how hard it was to take that beast, enough that they had to start tapping on the tiger’s legs after a certain point to beg for them to let him go… only for Kal to do the exact opposite, pulling his boss onto his base and leaving their throat looking more like a stretched-out cylinder than anything else, right at the time he felt his own floodgates start to open and a climax sneaking up on him with as much subtlety as a rolling thunderstorm. The only thing the hare heard that let him know what was coming his way was the gurgling of those nuts underneath him, quickly followed by a gush of cum splashing into his stomach with such immense strength that he had to let loose a moan so loud that the cock in in his mouth barely muffled it.
