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Circe’s Harem, Part 6 (Men to Animal-Anthro Girls TFTG)
🕑 Added 2025-09-04 23:41:40 +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 6: The Aeaean Sea
The boat was ready. It was a tight fit for the four of them, and ironically it had been Circe who had suggested they make it larger to accommodate a protective shared tent in case of rough weather, not to mention a secured chest for preserved meat for Gavin and greens for the rest of them. They were still wary of her, but she continued to feed them well, seeing to their clothing, healing any cuts and bruises from their craftsmanship. She even began to laugh lightly and beautifully at an occasional joke, or something that Odyssea or one of her birds said.
In some ways, that was the worst part: how good her company was, and how easy it was to enjoy it. She was a fantastic host, and clearly genuinely cared for them despite setting their transformations in motion. The goddess even supplied brushes for their fur coats, and taught Derek gow to care for his longer blonde hair, which he accepted with some reluctance; he'd always been a bit vain, of course.
There was a sense of finality to what was coming. Brandon ran around the estate, moving with the horses, his speed and movements enough to be considered galloping, in a sense. The sensation of wind moving through his face and his hooves treading through soft earth caused further changes, even if they were incremental: his face stretched forward just a little more, and his mane spread down his neck and to his back. His dark hair grew longer, still curly but now taking on a surprising beauty. His fur coat, naturally, spread, so that his chestnut fur, matching the colour of his human skin, now covered his hips and the outer area of his legs. He didn’t mind it all that much: he was hoping they would escape, so in the meantime he enjoyed it: it allowed him to wear just a wrap around his hips and run otherwise naked through the forests and across the meadows.
“You look absolutely radiant!” Circe yelled as he ran by. She actually laughed, and he nearly tripped over, unbelieving that a beautiful woman was watching a formerly sick personal like him run, let alone be impressed by his athleticism.
“I, uh, well, kinda feel it, I guess.”
She approached, and stroked his face briefly, causing his nipples to go tense.
“Don’t guess, mortal,” she said. “Simply feel. You are radiant, and I hope you realise it when the time comes.”
Gavin, meanwhile, gave himself over to his twin pairs of instincts: his nerdy side explored Circe’s halls and poured over every artefact with interest, while his wolf side roamed through the forest, trying to catch wild animals. He wasn’t fast enough yet for deer, but to his own surprise he caught some rabbits, passing them to Circe to add to his stews. “Well done, once more,” she remarked, stroking the fur of his shoulder in such a way that made him shiver. A girl had never touched him like that. “Did my magical blessing help you? Were you able to tell the rabbits who were once men against those who are merely rabbits?”
She already knew he could, but he confirmed it anyway.
“Very good. It wouldn’t do to harm innocent souls of men. Now, would you like me to show you more of my artefacts? I have some items from the Sack of Troy, in fact.”
Gavin almost spluttered. “Y-yes. That would be grand, if possible.”
She placed a hand around his side. “Then come with me, young wolf. I will show you such wonders.”
And she did. He peppered her with a thousand questions, even drinking wine when she offered it, and her company was divine.
Tom and Derek kept themselves more reclusive. They were dealing with changings that they perceived as far more embarrassing. They were becoming larger, softer, and more womanly, and it was undeniable that their breasts were going to be larger than the other two. Still, Circe attempted to approach them. Tom was struggling to use a pencil on some paper Circe had provided to him; he was writing down all the ludicrous expenses he was going to rack up once he was free, all as a treat to himself. This ranges from jet ski trips to mountain hikes to bungee jumping to swimming with whales to entertainment galore.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Circe said.
“It’s your mooing house. You can go where you like.”
“I respect privacy.”
“No, you clearly don’t.”
Circe chuckled. “Well, I admit, I don’t. But I respect your privacy in this matter. I didn’t before because I was concerned for you. I still am, but don’t want to intrude too much. What are you writing?”
“All the things I want to do once I escape,” Tom said.
“May I see?”
He handed the paper to Circe in a huff, and she inspected it. “You know, you can do all of this here. Aeaea has the most magnificent waves for surfing, and the mountain treks are divine. And as for sightseeing? I have so many enchanted forests to show you.”
“It’s not the same.”
“It can be, if you give it a chance. And I’ll say this . . . the grass here is healthier and cleaner and tastier than anywhere else on earth.”
She lowered a basket to his side, then hesitated, lowered herself a little, and gently kissed him on his cheek, which had started to sprout some fur. Tom actually shivered at the touch. When she left, he bit his flattened teeth together, uncertain, and then ate some of the grass. It was the most delicious food he’d ever eaten.
Derek fumed and muttered, eager to travel beyond the sea tomorrow. He continued to curl and uncurl his pigtail impatiently. His whole body was wrong: his hips were too wide and starting to sway when he walked, and his hooves clopped on the ground with every loud step. His boobs jiggled, and while his robe had a little bit of support for his chest, he was very aware how sensitive and sore his boobs were; they were definitely going to keep growing, and it frustrated him how much part of him wanted that. He remembered the sensation of that mud, and he desired it greatly. There was that piggish instinct to lie back and relax, almost lazily so. It was why he kept walking up and down the halls, trying to keep to his regimen.
“Can’t sleep?”
He turned. There was Circe in her night dress. She looked resplendent, and it showed off even more of her form than usual. God, he wanted her. He wanted her to suck on his tits and feel his soft belly, and it shamed him to know how much he wanted that.
“Nervous about tomorrow, I guess,” he said, his voice softer, though it ended with a cute snort.
“Would you like to use my mud baths to calm down? They are most peaceful.”
“I - fuck, I do. But no way. It’s a trick. I’ll change more.”
“Not this time. I can’t stop your transformation, but I can temporarily halt it; I promise you, my word as a goddess, you will not change further while you enjoy the bath. You deserve it, Derek. And you deserve to know how much you will come to adore the life of being my beautiful pig-woman. Please, come with me.”
He did. God help him, Derek did. He needed to feel the warmth and laziness of his bath. Circe brought him to an elaborate set of mud baths, the kind used for beauty treatments and utter relaxation. Derek didn’t even wait. He stripped off his robe and practically lunged at the pool, slipping in beneath the mud and then immediately oinking and snorting with glee. It was perfect indeed. It was pure happiness. He laid back, becoming one with the mud, rubbing his breasts and belly, part of him wishing he had a womanhood to feel as well.
“Enjoy,” Circe said, before slipping away, a smile on her lips.
Too late, Derek said it: “Mhmmm . . . thank you.”
***
The boat was ready, and Circe had not lied; the tide was perfect, beckoning them to leave. Oddly, feelings were much more mixed as they prepared to leave. None of them said it out loud, but despite their alien changes, there were indeed many parts of their changes lives they were coming to enjoy. Gavin was most obvious in this, followed by Brandon, but Derek was craving those mud baths again, just as Tom wanted to roam the island more. Despite the itch above his crotch, the future cowgirl was even revelling just a little in having large breasts. He didn’t want to keep them, of course, but last night in bed he had squeezed and cupped and played with them, massaging them into even greater size, and finally climaxing from their sheer sensitivity. It had been more powerful than any male orgasm.
And so they stood on the beach, their raft prepared, Circe having stocked it with the best food for a long trip, and her magic helping the winds their way. She was in a beach dress of sorts, nothing like a modern bikini, but a sort of Greekified sari; a short skirt and shorter tunic that showed off her trim, perfect belly and her inviting legs. None of them could stop looking at her; she was so obviously a goddess. A woman whose beauty, sensuality, and grace exceeded any other on earth.
“Can I just say, you are a fucking bombshell, Circe,” Derek said.
Circe blinked. “I take it this is a good thing?”
“Absolutely,” Tom said. “Seriously, you are the most crazy good looking woman I’ve ever seen.”
She blushed a little. “It has been a long time since I’ve heard such worship, excuse me. I am a goddess; consider that a little bit of cheating on my part.”
“Thank you for helping us,” Gavin said. “I won’t lie, I’m really going to miss this place. I could talk for . . . for years about the history you have in your possession, about the nature of magic that defies my entire scientific understanding!”
“Perhaps you will,” Circe said. “I pray for your success, truly. It will open doors to me as well. But even if you do escape Aeaea, you will always be welcome back here.”
“Thanks for making me feel healthy,” Brandon said, his voice more a husky woman’s than a man’s. He gestured to his horse-like body. “This is still crazy to me, but what I’ve experienced, it’s been, uh, it’s been the best time of my life, at least for the last four years. Possibly, um, beyond that.”
Circe bowed a little. “I promise you even more happiness, if you return to me. All of you, and pleasures beyond.”
Tom and Derek exchanged a glance.
“When you say pleasure,” Derek asked, “do you mean to say like-”
“Sex,” Circe said flatly, in such a way that Tom mooed with surprise. “The most wonderful sex you will have ever experienced. I have always favoured women, and I am a sorceress who adores the nature of beasts, as you know. My body would be yours, and your bodies mine, and we would please one another greatly. To lie with a goddess . . . my nymphs in centuries past were in states of ecstasy unheard of to mortal kind.”
Tom gulped. He looked down at his large breasts, pushing against his robe. He could imagine Circe’s hands upon them, massaging a euphoria throughout his body.
“W-we better get going. Look, I don’t want to be a cowgirl, but . . . thanks, I guess, for making it interesting. I get that this is not really your fault. We washed up here and stuff, and you have to change everything that lands. I guess you did the best you could, and . . . some of it has felt nice.”
She nodded. “All the best to you, Tom. To all of you. But if you are unable to leave, I will take care of you. You will be my darlings, and you will be spoiled for your long, long, long lives. This I promise. There are no strings attached.”
She gave each of them a hug, and even Derek found himself returning it. Something had changed in him the previous night, lying in that mud bath. It was crazy to think of it, but he’d actually been proud of his form, and he still felt oddly proud of it. Part of him wanted to change completely, just for a day or two, and experience the full porcine life. When Tom parted from his hug, Circe actually touched his breasts, cupping them through his robe. He mooed a little, shocked but not unhappy.
“These truly are such wonderful breasts,” she remarked. “I shall be sorry to see them go, if you make it.”
“I - they aren’t all that bad, I guess. I’ve dated girls with bigger, but not many.”
“Yours would be even more wonderful, if you kept changing. A cow needs large milkers, after all.”
Tom blushed a little, and then stepped onto the raft. The four of them were there, each with certain regrets, Brandon and Gavin most of all, and Derek a little on the fence. Tom was, of course, more eager than most.
“I’ll get my rich folks to try and get a rescue crew for you!” he called.
Circe smiled. “That would be lovely, though impossible. Aeaea calls only those who are meant to be here. Even I cannot control it. Thank you for our time together, my darlings. May the gods bless your leaving! May the Fates be kind!”
And with that, she raised her hands, spoke an ancient incantation, and the winds suddenly picked up, pushing their raft out onto the water and across the low, calm tide. Brandon and Gavin waved to her, and Derek raised a hand. Only Tom stayed still, clinging to his obstinance, to his hope of being a human man again. Still, he cupped his breasts and felt them, unashamedly enjoying their sensations for what he felt would be the last time.
***
Circe had spoken true: their changes were reverting. For some, it was more of a blessing. Derek’s muscular frame returned to him, as did his normal Caucasian skin. His blonde hair shrank, and his fingers were no longer hooves, making it easier to use them.
“Ha!” he cried. “Getting my bod back!”
“Same!” Tom declared, lifting his robe to show the fur receding. His dick grew longer again, and his balls expanded to their regular size. Even better, his horns disappeared, as did his breasts. He didn’t say it, but part of him would miss them.
Gavin’s changes were less welcome. He knew they had to happen, but the wild grey fur and sharp teeth, not to mention his new muscular strength, had all become part of him in such a short time. It had been not quite two weeks, but he still felt a great loss to be reduced to a scrawny nerd again.
“Here I am, I suppose,” he said quietly.
“Hey, you’re you again, man,” Tom said.
“Yeah, weak little me.”
Brandon threw up. The three others turned to him, and Derek was first to move to his friend to check if he was okay.
“Great,” he groaned. “Just great. I’m freaking sick. Again. Ugh, I need some space to lie down in the tent. P-please.”
They helped him in, and the strength fled his body once more as he became more human. Instantly, his autoimmune illnesses returned, leaving him faded and weak, and generally exhausted. They gave him some time as they continued across the flat ocean, the island dimming in the distance, but eventually Derek went into the tent to see how he was going.
“I take it back,” Brandon groaned. “I wanna be a horse girl again.”
“You don’t mean that,” Derek said.
“No, I really do. This shit s-sucks. I, uh, miss feeling so confident and free. It felt awesome.”
“You’ll be a goddamn horse girl, dude.”
“I don’t care. Hell, you were enjoying being a bit of a pig at times. Gavin liked being a wolf, didn’t you, Gavin?”
Gavin, outside the tent, blushed a little. He didn’t have his glasses, so everything was hard to see, but his braces had oddly returned.
“Yeah, I did,” he admitted. “A lot, actually.”
“We’ll get you a gym membership when we get back!”
“You were touching your boobs a lot, Tom! You enjoyed parts of it; especially the grass! And the nature! You said it got you away from how fake everything else was.”
Tom scoffed. “That was the mental changes. I’ll hire a goddamn psychiatrist if I need one. And I don’t care how much any of you might have liked bits of it; we’re not going back. Not for Brandon, not for you Gavin, not even for a fucking mud bath for Derek. Look, we’re almost to normal, even my fur is almost gone. Soon I won’t have any horns, and then hopefully we can make it to civilisation. I promise I’ll convince my folks to give you guys like a million bucks each to make you happy, okay? But we are leaving this place.”
Brandon lifted the tent flap and looked out to the horizon. “Uh, guys? I’m n-not too sure of that.”
“I told you, Brandon, I’m sorry you’re sick, but we’re not returning.”
“I don’t mean about that. I mean I don’t think we can leave. Look!”
He pointed, focusing on the horizon so he didn’t throw up again. The others gazed forward, and then they saw it. The sea was almost entirely flat, except for a single, impossible wave that was rising up to greet them. And by a single wave, it was a magical one, because its dimensions were almost exactly as wide as their boat, as if conjured just to stop them, personally.
“Fuck!” Tom cried. “Fuck this! Everyone, get an oar. Keep the mast steady. We are beating this!”
They held on tight, and the wave hit them. It rocked the raft, but they pushed past it . . . only for that same wave to literally turn a corner, move around as if it were hunting them, and hit at them again. It grew in size, drawing up more water, pushing at their raft.
“Circe was right!” Gavin cried.
“We can’t escape!” Brandon added.
“We will!” Derek said. “We can do this! We’ll prove her wrong!”
He joined Tom’s efforts, and the pair worked hard to keep the raft steady. It was a losing battle, however, because every time they rallied, the wave only pounded harder, pushing at their boat. Parts of it came undone, and the group screamed as they tried to keep the structure together. Gavin and Brandon were separated from the more desperate pair, and they were pushed back. They tried to paddle towards their friends, but now two waves were coming, even more volatile than before.
“We will escape!” Tom screamed into the wind that had begun to rise. “You can’t stop us!”
“YOU ARE BUT MORTALS,” a loud male voice declared, brass-toned and booming through the skies supernaturally. “AND WE ARE THE GODS OF OLYMPUS. DO NOT DEFY NEPTUNE’S WAVES NOR THE WINDS OF ZEPHYR. BY DECREE OF ZEUS, ALL WHO WASH UPON THE SHORES OF AEAEA SHALL REMAIN THERE. NOW GO!”
They had angered the Gods in their escape attempt, and now their full fury was finally unleashed. A wall of water hit both separated rafts at once, smashing them to smithereens and causing the four men to be dragged underwater in a mighty torrent right back to the island. Their changes reasserted themselves: fur growing in, horns and nascent tails, hooves and snouts. Breasts surged forth back into existence, especially for Tom and Derek, but all of them became more feminine as they were sent careening through the water back to Circe’s island.
Not that any of them knew it yet. They couldn’t swim against such a force, nor find the surface to breathe. The water suffocated them, and their minds were in such a panic that they were on the verge of drowning at any moment. All four of the young men could feel the presence of the other gods: the wrath of the pantheon who had locked Circe away on her island. They could sense their hatred for her and all her works. It flooded through them as surely as the ocean flooded around them. It was all too much. They could not hold their breaths any longer.
Suddenly, an enormous creature rose from the depths and caught them upon its back. The surface rushed up to greet them, and their lungs heaved, desperate for fresh air. They got it just in time.
“Holy shit!” Tom squealed, his fur now returned, his body soaked, his clothes all gone.
The others were naked as well, clinging to the rubbery surface of what proved to be a whale; one of Circe’s creatures, bringing them back to Aeaea, to safety.
“She was telling the truth!” Gavin declared, his face almost ecstatic before he caught himself.
Brandon clung to the whale, but smiled privately. He had been afraid of death, but even more afraid of weakness. He felt stronger again.
“Oh God,” Derek said, feeling his belly grow, his hooves come in, his pig-features returning to where they were. “We really are trapped here . . . for good.” He fixed his gaze upon the island, then up to the estates. There would be pigs in the meadows, and mud baths . . . he really wanted that mud bath, and it humiliated him to feel those porcine instincts returning.
“No, no!” Tom cried, clutching his large breasts so they didn’t bounce too much. “It’s not fair!”
But fairness had nothing to do with it. The whale brought them in as close as it could, and they were forced to swim a short way, then trudge through the shallows to the white, sandy, perfect beach. Circe was there, waiting for them, and to her credit her features were crestfallen. She really had hoped they would get away, and perhaps help her own escape.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But at least you are safe.”
They walked up the path, Brandon and Gavin thanking her, Derek grunting in appreciation, and Tom otherwise silent. She waved her hand in the air as they reached the pleasant grass fields outside her home, and it caused their fur to magically dry instantaneously, and even the sand caught up in their fur and hooves disappeared. That, at least, reduced their discomfort.
“Come,” Circe said. “It’s been a long day for you, one in which you have felt a fraction of my own imprisonment all these centuries. At least you have each other.”
“But we’re stuck here,” Tom said, scratching the area above his crotch while trying to hide his boobs with his other forearm.
“Yes, I’m sorry. But, my wonderful darlings, we can make a home here. Look at it, at all this splendour, and you will see it too.”
They did so, taking in the beauty of the palatial estate, the surrounding fields, gardens, fruit trees, meadows, forests, and the gorgeous mountain beyond. It truly did appear like a paradise, and for just a moment, each of the men could see how glorious their future could be. Their prison could be heaven on earth, if they just let it so.
A shudder ran through each of them.
“Uh-oh,” Derek said. “Does anyone else f-feel that?”
“I - moo! - do!” Tom cried.
“Me as - neigh! Well!” Brandon added.
Gavin growled a little, then literally bayed at the sky like a wolf. “I think we’re ch-changing again! Circe!?”
She stepped back, clearly a little surprise. “I’m afraid it’s not my doing, my darlings. The attempt to escape is accelerating your changes; I have tried to keep them at bay until we got home, but . . . now they are coming. A rather big change, I feel. My magic wants to complete itself.”
The four looked at one another, and then another ripple hit them. The pressures were all too much, and their bodies wanted to be complete.
It was time, yet again, to transform, and none of them could stop it.
To Be Continued . . .
