Transformation Time

As you step out of your room and take the stairs to the ground floor, you notice the top floor is silent, but you hear some noises from what you assume to be the kitchen. You peek into the room it’s coming from and see one of the witches preparing breakfast. The sight of a green-skinned, smelly monster girl wearing a sky blue apron with flowers on it preparing oatmeal should be disturbing, but you have seen so many disturbing and impossible things in the past days that you are only mildly irritated by it. You step into the room and the witch turns around to face you. Unexpectedly, it is Cailinn.

“Good morning sexy”, she purrs in her erotic voice that makes your honey pot tingle. “You look fantastic today, dear. I want to sit you down and lick your delicious sweaty feet again”. You are used to such proposals by this point, even from green-skinned, big-nosed witches, but that apron… Witches just don’t wear aprons, especially not with flowers on them.

“Maybe later”, you answer despite the highly irritating sight. The witch pouts, but replies: “Well, I have to prepare breakfast anyways, so it’s ok.” “Can I help?”, you ask, to which she nods. As you prepare the breakfast, Caillinn tells you how the potion turned out well. “After breakfast, you will be able to drink it and grow your very own cock. I hope you have chosen well. With your smell alone, most monster girls would be all over you, but with a big, hot fucking rod you’d be even hotter.” The other witches, who arrive to the living-room one after the other, all tell you something of the same line, except for Edmortia and Tamaria, who already know what you have decided on. Despite the windows being wide open, the room fills up with the characteristic odor of smelly monster girl feet once more. You would prefer not having to smell such odors while eating, but at least Vemaho’s feet compliment the cheese you have quite well. You also notice you can recognize some distinct smells in between the odor, such as Vemaho’s cheesy smell and the sickly-sweet stench of decaying corpses that surrounds the banshee-witch Orellanna. And while you would never admit it to anyone, it does not bother you as much anymore. You even breathe more freely now.

During the meal, you pay little to no attention to the conversation or your food as you are getting more and more nervous. You try to calm yourself by thinking about how having a penis would give you a real advantage over the horny monster girls and that the witches didn’t have a need to be so friendly and invest so much time if they wanted to harm you, but still. These thoughts occupy you so heavily that you barely notice the witches tidying up the dishes and only snap back into reality when a small vial filled with a milky white liquid is placed in front of you.

“Here you have it”, the coven mother says as you look around and then stare at her a bit confused. “This will turn you into a futa girl. It turned out just as you wanted it. Orellanna, Zaimela, we have a bit of work to do, so we will leave you alone. No backtalking”, she waves to stop the youngest witch from complaining, “Work first, playtime later and only if she wants it. Caillinn, go back to bed. You need to be well rested when you leave.” With that, she, Orellanna and Caillinn step out of the room. The younger witch turns around before getting out and smiles her mysterious and playful smile, then says: “What a shame… I would have loved to show you how to properly use a long, hard cock to pound a hot, horny monster girl into utter bliss… but Tamaria will be just as good a teacher, don’t you worry. If only I could stay here long enough to have a proper taste…” Her voice trails off as she licks her lips and looks at you hungrily, then turns and shoos Zaimela out of the room. Only Tamaria and Vemaho remain.

“So”, you say after inspecting the vial with the milky liquid inside, “This is it?” The liquid is thick and viscous, with an off-white color and a strange smell, like sour cream with a distinct odor of cheese and dirt and an underlying flowery smell. Overall, not entirely unpleasant, you would say, except you don’t want them to know.

Tamaria nods and takes a seat opposite of you, then answers: “This potion will cause your body to grow a cock exactly like the one you wanted. It contains a lot of nutrients to sustain the rapid growth of new flesh, so it could also be used as a meal, but with the spells we have woven into it, you will find yourself with a wonderful cock and balls, ready to fuck some horny, smelly monster girls. The transformation is a very special feeling, unlike anything you have felt before, so get ready for a wild ride.”

With this, she gets up again and takes off her black and dark red leather clothes. You stare at her as she reveals her sickly green skin, glistering with sweat, and smell her salty body odor, then look away embarrassed. “You should undress as well”, the witch says. “You might want to see the changes and your clothes could also be damaged.” You agree with this and take off your pants, then look at the two naked monster girls and with a shrug take off your shirt as well. Now, with the only piece of clothing you and the witch are wearing being boots, you pick up the vial and look at the naked witch again.

“Just to be clear”, you ask and eye the viscous, white liquid, “Drinking this will give me my… stick… how?” “You will see”, the witch replies. “It is hard to describe. You must experience it for yourself. But, before I forget it, you must drink the entire vial. Drinking less might cause some undesirable mutations.” This is not what you were hoping for, but after a few moments, you lean back into the chair and lift the vial towards your mouth. Both monster girls, naked, sweaty and smelly, watch with anticipation as you take another deep breath filled with cheesy foot smell, then pour the contents down your throat.

It is the most disgusting liquid you have ever drunk in your life. Not so much the taste, despite being horribly salty and fishy, it is the texture that disgusts you the most. Thick and slimy, with several thicker clumps that stick to your mouth and slide down your throat slowly, it makes you retch several times, but eventually you manage to swallow the entire cup down. You cough a couple times, then wheeze: “Disgusting! Was that necessary? I almost threw up! You could have at least warned me!”

The green-skinned witch chuckles, then replies: “Oh come on, it wasn’t so bad. It could have been much worse. Or much better if you had a bit more courage. The wilder and sexier the organ is that you want, the better the taste. With a normal and basic dick such as yours, it will taste only slightly fishy. A proper monster girl cock with a hearty musk, thick dick cheese and hot, slimy cock juice would make for a much more delicious potion…“ Monster girls and their obsession with stink, you almost choked on the horrible texture and she talks about… You are about to respond when your stomach starts to warm up from within. “You call that… oh… what is happening to me…” The witch leans back with a smirk and says: “Are you starting to feel hot? The potion is starting to work, stimulate your cells and initiate the growth of your brand new fuckstick… I can’t wait to see the results. The anticipation is always very exciting.”

The witch may call it exciting, but for you, it is more agonizing. The heat within your stomach starts to spread out into your chest, concentrating in your breasts, then further out into your arms and legs. Your honey pot also starts to tingle and feel hot, and by the time the heat reaches your head, you are dripping wet. Then, you start to feel dizzy, like you have drunken strong wine instead of whatever was inside the vial, your head starts to spin, and your vision gets blurry. You stumble and fall back into your chair, then yelp as every sensation starts to become more and more intense. You feel everything, the structure of the wood the chair is made of, every drop of sweat forming on your skin, and most importantly, the tingling in your honey pot, stronger than anything you have felt before. You cry out in ecstasy as you come, your love juices gushing out of your snatch, filling the room with the musk of female sex. Both monster girls, the witch and the alraune, are fingering themselves openly, but you are too aroused to care, or notice.

Then the tingling gets even stronger. By now, it feels like ant bites above your clit, a heavy itch that would normally be quite unpleasant, but you are too aroused to feel uncomfortable. As you cum again, the itching turns into what would be painful if it were not for the mind-shattering orgasms and concentrates onto an area above your clit. You look down your body and watch in a mix of fascination and horror as the flesh over your mound starts to swell and grow outward. The forming of flesh, blood vessels, skin and most importantly nerves proceeds at a speed well visible to your eye and itches like when your feet has fallen asleep, only much stronger. It would be hard to bear if you were not riding on top of several orgasms, now three and counting.

By now, the nub on top of your mound has grown to over an inch long, almost big enough to grab with two of your fingers. You moan loudly as another orgasm pulses through you. By now, you are sweating a lot, drips running down your face and tingling over your breasts, and your juices are starting to drip to the floor. Two more nubs are starting to form beneath what now looks more and more like a shaft, very small still, but growing at a visible speed. When your new organ reaches twelve centimeters, your fifth orgasm triggers a small tearing in the tip. The skin opens and a few drops of clear liquid drip out of what is now a fully functional penis.

With that last orgasm, you also start to feel from your new organ - and the intensity only increases as you grow more and more. Lust runs through you as you grow hornier and hornier, every orgasm driving you higher and higher towards a pleasure you have not known existed, and every time you think you have reached the peak, something changes and drives you further along. You hear moaning as the two monster girls cum as well, spraying sticky, musky juices over the floor, but are too enthralled to care. Only when your alraune companion Vemaho gets up from her seat and approaches you, her pretty, green face flushed with arousal and infatuation, you move, but do not get up from your seat. Instead, you pull the monster girl towards you and press your lips onto hers.