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Circe’s Harem, Part 7 (Men to Animal-Anthro Girls TFTG)
🕑 Added 2025-09-19 00:11:33 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
An Anonymous Commission
A group of four male friends on a cruise become stranded on Circe’s island of Aeaea. The lonely sorceress has grown tired of turning visitors into animals, however, and decides to transform the four of them into pretty anthro-animal girls instead! Will they resist her call to become her new harem, or will they fall headlong into the pleasures she offers their new bodies?
Chapter 7: New Looks
The strangest thing that went through Derek’s mind as his body began to change was that if he had to change, why couldn’t it have been privately, back in the mud baths? Instead, before the eyes of magnificent Circe and his three best friends, he was writhing on the grass, completely naked as his porcine transformation continued. The former jock literally squealed, just like a pig, as his breasts expanded further, and then again as his thighs thickened and his pelvis widened yet further, giving him a rather adorable pear-shaped figure. His skin reached its full state of pinkness, and a light covering of fur spread across his entire form, including up over his face, which had remained fairly humanoid but for his pig nose and ears. A layer of fat spread over his body, the pressure giving way to relief as his muscles melted. His thighs wobbled, his ass wobbled, his tits wobbled, and all of it felt so goddamn right.
“M-my ass!” he cried. “Mhmm! It’s blowing up!”
It pushed out, further and further, fat flowing into the cheeks and causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. He cried out again, his hoof-digits sinking into the flesh of his ballooning rear, which now felt so huge upon him. With each pant, his breath rose higher in pitch. Even his eyebrows changed, becoming feminine, and his jaw became further rounded. He was now looking like a very cute pig-girl in every way but one: his penis, though incredibly tiny by this point, still existed. Everything else was like a sexily thick-figured pig-girl, cute tummy and all.
“OINK! OINK!” he cried, voice an oddly sweet tone. “F-fuck! I’ve ch-changed more! I’m a goddamn curvy pig!”
He tried to cover his naked pink body, but there was a lot of body to cover, and his wider hips and bigger butt gave him the kind of pear shape that Circe found utterly enticing. She managed to keep her lips tight though, because the others were changing too.
Brandon’s jaw was open as he beheld Derek’s changes, but his own pressures were leading to transformation as well. That very same jaw began to elongate, his face stretching forward to become more horse-like, the rest of his teeth flattening also. He neighed loudly, gripping his long face and nearly stumbling backwards on his hooves. With a gasp of a whinny, a horse tail practically exploded out of his backside, growing and extending, the new ligaments forming, followed shortly by the long hairs. It waved backwards and forwards, and Brandon clutched it with alarm, whinnying several times once more.
“A tail! I’ve got a horse tail!”
“At least you’re not fat!” Derek cried.
“You’re not fat, you’re just thick! And my l-legs, they’re - ohhhh! NEIGH!”
Muscles grew in, lean and tight and lithe. Brandon’s physique was becoming powerful and athletic, though it certainly fell short of amazonian. Like an actual horse, the impressive muscle had an elegance and grace to it, providing him with long brown-haired legs and a female swimmer’s upper body. His penis shrunk almost to nonexistence, but he was quick to grasp his boobs with his hands. They swelled, though only slightly, enough that his chest was obviously female but not enough to interfere with his devoted running regime.
“My f-face! It’s g-getting b-big!”
It finished developing, and thankfully still fell far short of looking like an actual horse’s head, but there was no denying that it was longer, that it pushed towards a snout, and that it was the most dramatic cranial change out of all of them. And yet despite this, Brandon felt stronger than ever, his limbs almost aching to move so he could roam and gallop. He fell back on his rum, where his hips had widened splendidly, and panted, trying to come to terms with it all.
“Brandon, you look amazing!” exclaimed Gavin, who tried to stumble over to his friend. But he fell far short, because his own changes hit. He welcomed them far more openly than the others, growling not in anger but in a wolfish anticipation, like a predator finally seizing upon its prey.
“Y-yeesss!” he cried, shifting backwards away from the group so he could revel in his changes unmolested. “Y-YESSS! I feel it, Circe! I feel it ALL!”
Grey hair sprouted over his legs, on the insides of his thighs. His member became covered in a sheath, but in his willingness to take it all on, even that melted into his body, his testicles and penis dissipating in favour of a new, wet womanhood.
“AAARROOOOOO!!!” the new female wolfwoman howled, reared her head to the sky as if the moon was full and the night sky had come.
Circe gasped, covering her mouth a little. She knew Gavin was more eager to join her, but to see it happen right before her . . . well, her nipples stiffened behind her top, making clear imprints against the material.
“She’s beautiful,” she whispered to herself, feeling her own magic work wonders that even she could not have imagined to be so perfect. Truly, these future girls would be her masterpieces.
Gavin’s tail extended forth, bushy and wagging and free. Her legs became slightly digitigrade, the foot and heel longer, allowing her to spring forwards or even jump toward her prey in a massive leap. Her snout pushed forwards, her face leaner and meaner, her eyes now those of a hunter. No, a huntress.
It was startling, how little her new femaleness bothered her. Gavin was a wolf woman, bipedal yet capable of going to all fours, her fur now covering her skin. With a grun, her breasts came in properly, slightly larger than Brandon’s but still a fairly regular size, perhaps a B-cup or small C-cup at best, not that she knew such things very well. What mattered was that she felt powerful and pure, and with her beautiful great coat warming her she never wanted to wear clothing again. Her fur was all she needed.
“I feel wonderful,” she said. Her tongue lolled to one side of her jaw, wagging happily, just like that of a natural canine. “Circe, this is incredible!”
“I am very glad for you!” Circe replied, utterly beaming at Gavin and Brandon, and even to Derek, though the latter was gripping some of the slight rolls in her belly, aghast at being a thick-figured pig-person instead of the fit Adonis he’d once been.
“Incredible!?” Tom cried, fighting his changes as much as he could. He scratched at the pink rash above his crotch, the pressure and itchiness of it almost impossible to bear. “How can you find this - moo! - incredible!? This is moo-adness! This is - M-M-MOOOO!!! Oh f-fuck! It’s happening! I can’t fight it! It’s - MOOOO!!
All at once, the changes Tom had tried to keep at bay through sheer force of will were unleashed. He fell back against a wooden fence Circe had erected for a field, thrusting out his chest in response to the pressures giving way there. His big boobs grew, surging forth and growing and growing and growing until they were easily each the size of his head, heavy and round and endlessly jiggling, bouncing, and wobbling. He groaned, clutching them helplessly, and they overflowed his hooved hands, easily too big to be contained by such a simple gesture.
“They’re f-fucking huge! MOOOO!!”
A new pressure became evident, and his breasts somehow grew even more, causing new reluctant ecstasy to flow through him. The rich man struggled, gripping his big pink nipples and tugging on them in response to said pressure. In response, large streams of hot white flood sprayed out onto the ground, forming shallow puddles. Odyssea the goat bleated happily and trotted over to lick at the puddles, even as more rivulets of the pearly fluid flowed down Tom’s chest, which was now entirely covered in hair, his big, furry breasts included.
“What the f-fuck is this!? Why is it so f-full!?”
“Woah, that’s milk, dude!” Derek cried. “You’re a cow - you’re making milk!”
“Moo-ilk? I don’t want moo-ilk! I want - NNGHH!”
His horns pushed out further, and his face became just a little bovine, though still impressively beautiful. His black and white hair grew all the way down to settle on his shoulders, which also slimmed considerably to give him a more feminine build. With a moo and a grunt, Tom’s hips spread wider, his thighs fattening as they separated. His foot were hooves, but he then fell forward, struggling as a long cow’s tail - ropey end and all - burst out from his backside.
“M-MOOOO! Moo-ake it stop feeling so moo-arvellous! MMHMM!!”
His fur was everywhere now, including on his face. Circe almost squeaked herself, aroused not just by the sight of this wondrous change and those colossal mammaries Tom was now failing to compress, but also by how cute it was that his left eye now had a furry black splotch upon it, giving the near-cowgirl a rather sexy asymmetrical look.
Tom struggled against the bliss of his transformation. He cradled his overdeveloped chest, biting his lip and mooing from the sensitivity every part of his body seemed to possess. His penis was almost gone, but he managed to summon enough willpower to push against the transformation, preventing his full conversion to femininity. His ropey tail slapped against his thighs as it shook from side to side, an entirely new limb that he was unused to possessing. But still he held firm, refusing to become a full woman, no matter how otherwise female he appeared to be. Unfortunately, the magic had to go elsewhere, and it would lead to a very dramatic change indeed.
“M-mooo! My r-rash! It’s s-so fucking tight!”
He scratched at the red-pink patch above his crotch, his hoof-hands digging at it, trying to relieve the mix of discomfort and pressure there. His voice was already female: a sort of bellowing husky woman’s voice, perfect for a broader cowgirl. But it rose higher in tone as she cried out: the patch was growing.
It pushed out, subtly at first and then gaining mass dramatically. The pressure didn’t let up, causing Tom to try and push it back in. It was a futile effort, for the sac was expanding just as his breasts had, growing outwards and jiggling about in its softness. Four sensitivity spots extended, and with a dread realisation he understood what they were: teats.
“An udder!?” he moaned, half-mooing. “I’m growing a freakin’ udder!?”
“Of course you are,” Circe replied. “You are to be my darling cowgirl, of course. How else are you to provide sweet milk in abundance in such a bovine manner?”
“I thought j-just my tits! I thought - MOOOO!!”
It ballooned again, far too big to be contained by his two hoof-hands. The sac was huge, even bigger than his furry melon-like breasts which jiggled and wobbled with each movement. It hung down, concealing what remained of his manhood, and seemed to be about the size of a fully inflated basketball.
“Euuugh!” he groaned, squeezing it together. To his horror, droplets of milk emerged from his four teats, splashing to the ground. He groaned again; it already felt like his udder was partly full. It was making milk! Goddamned milk!
“N-no,” he whispered, falling back against the fence, his udder slapping audibly against his thigh. “No, no, no, no!”
He turned, got his balance, and pointed a hoof digit at Circe. “F-fuck you!” he cried. And then he ran for the hills, or perhaps more accurately managed a light jog. His heavy breasts bounced too much, and his udder even more so, for him to pick up a speedy pace. Concerned, Brandon moved to intercept him, but Circe was faster, placing her hand on the future horsegirl’s furry shoulder.
“Don’t,” she said. “He needs time on his own to accept it.”
“Damn right we do,” Derek said, looking over his own porcine form. “I don’t blame him one bit. We’re becoming frickin’ animal girls.”
“I already am one,” Gavin admitted, his voice that of a fierce and dominating woman. A huntress’ voice. “I’m fully changed.”
“Sucks to be you, then.”
Gavin placed her hands on her hips and stuck her chest out proudly, a grin on her wolfish features. “Actually, you know what, Derek? I don’t mind it at all. I’ve got everything I ever wanted, and if that means I have to be a girl, I don’t mind that either. I kind of . . . feel beautiful.”
“You are beautiful,” Circe said, rubbing her back with one hand and lowering it to feel Gavin’s tail. The wolf woman almost panted in pleasure from the sheer contact. “You all are. And once your changes are complete, I promise you-”
“Mud baths galore and endless food,” Derek said. “But I’ll still be a fat, pink, pig girl. Goddamn. I need some time.”
He got up, trying to ignore the jiggle in his thighs and especially his ass, and he trotted off.
“I need to find some clothes!”
Circe let him go as he walked back to the estate. She turned to Brandon and Gavin, interest in her eyes. “And what of you two? Would you like some clothes?”
Gavin hesitated. It seemed the proper thing to do, but that feeling before, that desire to never wear clothing again. Why would she? She was a wolf woman now, free and wild.
“No,” she said. “No thank you. I feel perfect as I am.”
Circe beamed, and it was enough to make the wolf woman a little weak at the knees. “And you, Brandon?”
“I, um . . . I guess maybe just a small wrap for my waist, since I’m not totally, uh, done, you know. But I feel fine otherwise.”
Another smile. “That’s a good start. Come, we’ll make a feast for tonight, and bring out my best wine. Some will need it to celebrate, others might need it for consolation.”
She turned, and they followed her. Circe couldn’t help but have a brilliant smile on her features, one that was practically plastered to her face. She truly had wanted them to succeed, but now that they had been returned to her, she found herself happier still. She had longed for company, for love, for worship and companionship for so long. And while she could tell with her superior instincts how much her divine body aroused the four of them - even angry Derek and Tom - she was also feeling quite aroused in turn. The sight of Tom’s lactating breasts and udder, of Derek’s sexily chubby form, of Gavin’s raw power and Brandon’s athletic grace and beauty . . . her thoughts were turning, and her body’s lusts could no longer be satisfied by her own self-ministrations.
She needed to take a lover, tonight if possible.
And she wanted to please them as much as they would please her.
***
Tom had covered as much of his body as possible, but the supply of female maternity dresses in the Ancient Greek style were all that properly fit him, thanks to his massive chest and swollen udder. He found it hard not to fight with it, or to feel his tail or adjust his big boobs. And that wasn’t even getting into fixing his black and white hair over his shoulders or scratching at his longer horns. This body was entirely alien to him, and the only good thing, as far as he was concerned, was how damn sensitive it was in all the right places. He’d retreated to the meadows at first, and even sought the company of other cows.
“How on earth do you put up with that damn udder?” he asked them. “Though I guess you don’t have two massive tits as well. These things are huge. God, and I’ve got them for life. For a very, very long life if Circe is speaking the truth. Does that mean I’ll actually get used to having a frickin’ udder and melon-sized tits? Fuck me, that’s a weird thought.”
Strangely, their company was peaceful. His stomach groaned, and without nearby food he lowered himself to eat the grass near them. It was peaceful, and took his mind off of the insanity of it, despite the fact that his tail wagged happily, and his breasts and udder drooped enough to slide against the ground and expel more milk.
After that, he’d retreated to his room. It was over from Derek’s, and the pig girl had seen him enter.
“Hey,” he’d said in that cute, sweet pig-girl voice he now had.
“Hey,” Tom returned in his lower contralto voice.
“So, this is us.”
“Almost. Just got vaginas to go.”
“How’s making milk going?”
“It sucks. I’m not milking myself, dude. How goes having a massive ass?”
Derek blushed even pinker. “It’s embarrassing. It seriously wobbled. The dress is tight around it.”
“I can see that. You’d have loved to have - moo - fucked a girl with an ass and thighs like that, right?”
Derek chuckled, placing his his hoof-hands on those wide hips and doing a silly pose, hip cocked to one side. “Damn oinking right, I would. You coming to dinner in an hour?”
“I have to. Stomach’s growling all the time. I’m just taking some time. Don’t want to accept this.”
“Same. At least I’ll get to fuck Circe, though.”
“You gonna squeal like a pig for her?”
“Fuck you, man. If we’re stuck like this, I am totally having sex with her.”
But Tom was adamant. “I’m not falling for it. I’m not going there. I’ll hold out until I die. I’m still me, cowgirl bits or not.”
They parted, their sense of camaraderie preserved but heading in different directions. Tom lay down on his bed, but found that lying on his chest was literally impossible now unless he heaped up all his plush pillows; the combination of his literally head-sized boobs and basketball-sized udder made it too uncomfortable, and seeped more milk as well.
“Goddamn it, do I have to milk myself?”
He refused. He’d never do it. Even as his breasts tightened and his udder became more taut and dome-like, he refused.
“I’m Tom. I’m a moo-an. I’m not a cowgirl!”
***
Circe was proud of the festivities she threw on. It was a small gathering, of course - there were only five of them together on the island - but she’d invited many of her favourite animals, most of whom had formerly been sailors and shipwrecked individuals. Odyssea occupied a place of honour, naturally, and was happily eating all the carrots and lettuce she desired, a treat in honour of her latest pregnancy, which the former male captain seemed most proud of these days. Of course, she probably just liked it when Circe milked her.
Speaking of, she noticed Tom enter, the last of them to take his place at the long table, sitting in the shadow of an impressive jaguar and great deer. An eagle flew down and unveiled his dish before flying off; a gorgeous salad with some of the finest grass on Aeaea adorning it. He salivated, looking at it.
“Thanks, I guess,” he said.
The other meals were just as perfect. Brandon received some of the finest vegetables, preparing delicately and with Circe’s best herbs. Derek received a similar dish, but with an adornment of truffles that he was literally snorting over, his pig nose widening with each intake of their wonderful scent. And Gavin, naturally, had a much more meaty dish: fine venison and lamb.
“Worthy of the gods,” she told the wolf woman. “And worthy of a glorious supplicant to a goddess as well, Gavin.”
“I certainly feel like a goddess, in a way, myself. I hope that’s not too blasphemous.”
Circe chuckled. “Not tonight, no. I imagine you all feel quite different with your new looks!”
“The tail is a lot to deal with,” Brandon said. “But I kind of like it. I was brushing it earlier. And my legs are so much more powerful. It think I can go even faster. I’ve just got to get used to this face of my own.”
“Too long?” Derek teased.
“Not too much, thankfully. But it just feels so . . . so weird!”
“You’ll have many, many lifetimes to become used to it,” Circe said, reached over to touch her hand gently. “And you do look so very beautiful and elegant, Brandon. How are you, Derek?”
“Heavier,” Derek said flatly. “And hungrier. God, I feel like an oinking pig, I swear.”
“And you are truly adorable for it, Derek. Please, eat to your heart’s content, and you can lie in the mud baths as long as you wish. I plan to join you tomorrow, in fact. Naked, if you would allow it.”
Derek oinked in surprise. He bit his lip, blushing a darker pink yet again. “That - that wouldn’t be so bad, I guess. I mean, my hooves do need a bit of cleaning out, I guess. And it is comfy.”
“I shall make it all the more so. A goddess makes for an excellent masseuse, when she desires to be so.”
Tom interrupted this moment, however, with a small ‘moo.’ He winced, breathing heavily, breasts rising and falling like two globular mountains, positively straining the maternity chiton he was wearing.
“Are you okay, dude?” Brandon asked.
“F-fine. Just f-full. Fuck. Moo.”
He winced again as his large nipples tensed, then released some of their warm milk into his dress - breasts and udder both. Thankfully, being at the table, his friends couldn’t see the leakage from his udder as it spilled produce to the floor, but they could see the two growing damp patches on his dress.
“Buddy, you’re lactating!” Derek said.
“You think I don’t know that! I’m moo-aking moo-ilk here, damn it!”
Circe became alarmed. “Have you not been milking yourself?”
“Of course not! I’m not t-touching this damn udder! I’m not some cow!”
“But the experience is blissful! Full of release! It is a great blessing I have given to your transformation; to create wondrous milk of the finest taste, befitting even the pantheon, and to experience immense pleasure while-”
“I’m not moo-ilking myself, okay!? I’m dealing with enough with all this fur and having huge furry, bouncy tits with enormous nipples, and hooves, and this big ropey tail that won’t stop moving! I even broke a vase when I hit it on the shelf with my horns just before coming here!”
Circe winced, hoping it was not one of her good ones. She and her nymphs had worked hard on many of her decorations.
“You just need to give it time, Tom. I promise, you will-”
“Come to love my form, yada yada. God, I was rich. I was good looking! I wasn’t a damn Adonis like Derek was, but I pulled hot chicks!”
“You pulled chickens?”
“No, I mean chicks! Sexy ladies! I had everything I wanted, and now I’ll just be a dumb, stupid, ugly cow.”
Circe’s expression was sorrowful. “I know this is difficult, but there will be nothing dumb, stupid, or ugly about you. Nothing at all.”
Tom pouted, his little snout making the expression adorable. “The worst part is, when you say stuff like that, I want to believe it.”
“Such is the nature of a goddess. Still, I promise to give you all the time you want, and need. In the meantime, it is perhaps wise to turn one’s attention to your friend, and learn from him as well.”
She looked to Gavin, who was surprised to be at the centre of attention once more.
“You are the first to be complete, and so this feast is in honour of all of you, yes, but you most of all.” She raised a wine glass. “To you, Gavin, for embracing what the Fates have in store for you. I promise you such pleasures . . . tonight, if you would have them.”
Even the birds in the room stopped their lovely, organised music for this moment. Derek’s jaw fell, and Brandon felt a searing jealousy sweep over him. Gavin gaped, not knowing quite what to say. Thankfully, his wolfish instincts stepped in for him.
“I would be honoured,” she said. “Thank you, Circe. I know some of you are still hesitant, and it’s still very new to me, but this entire experience has been so enlightening and enlivening. I feel like I’ve moved beyond the scrawny nerd I used to be, towards what I was meant to be from the beginning; someone who appreciates science and mysticism, who can be intelligent and powerful. I really believe, it’s my hypothesis, that we’ll all be happy soon.”
Derek huffed a little bit, but he couldn’t stop looking at Circe in her resplendent white dress, like a wedding gown. He wanted her so very badly, and when she looked at him, he felt no shame at his body, even if just for moments.
“That will be true indeed,” Circe said. “I promise you, my darlings, to always keep you happy.”
“And I have one other announcement,” Gavin said.
Circe halted, intrigued. “Yes?”
Gavin gave a wolfish grin, her claws raking on the table just a little, the last gasps of nervousness before her announcement. “I don’t want to be known as Gavin anymore. I’m not a man, and I’m not even human anymore. I’d like to take on a proper woman’s name. I’d like to be known as Giana.”
Circe stood up, moved to Giana’s side, and kissed her tenderly. This was not on her cheek, but on her lips themselves. Giana was shocked at how loving and pure it felt; their mouths could not interlock perfectly, but this just allowed Circe to roam further, planting kisses along the length of Giana’s more pointed face. For just a moment, she even placed her tongue into Giana’s mouth, snaking it over her own. It made the wolfgirl thrum with need; an instinct to mate.
“I’m proud of you, Giana,” she said. Then she whispered, though the better hearing of the others in the room all heard it. “Join me in my bed tonight.”
Giana gulped. Brandon and Derek gazed on in jealousy.
And Tom . . . Tom felt a desperate need to be milked. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for Circe to ‘help’ him.
“I want nothing more,” Giana answered.
To Be Continued . . .
