One day, how many girls?

Sometime after round nine we fell asleep. Turns out Taylor was a cuddler, I woke up wrapped in all eight of her limbs like a teddy. She must have deactivated the choker in her sleep. That's a good sign she was accepting her new form.

I pressed my face back into her cute little boobs and fell back to sleep. Ignoring her drooling in my hair for the moment.

Taylor was skittering around her kitchen like she'd been doing it for years, using her legs to reach up or crouch down smoothly. Only to present lightly burned eggs and bacon with misshapen pancakes proudly. Hmm I might to get a dedicated chef in my harem. Maybe a certain busty Latina I'll see at the cafe with Gwen later...

Brushing those thoughts to the side for later, I ate Taylor's breakfast with gusto. Hey! Just because I'm corrupting women into my playthings doesn't mean I'm the kind of monster that'd refuse food made with love.

Over breakfast we discussed our plans, Taylor needed to look over one of her family's properties up in the mountains to the east. A small, solidly built manor tucked away in a secluded valley. Eeee! Magic castle here we come!

I had to suppress the flicker of jealousy Taylor felt when I told her I was meeting a friend, replacing it with curiosity and anticipation. Man, once I get more established I need to tone down the emotional manipulation, otherwise I'll let situations spiral out of control from sheer boredom.

We promised to all meet at the apartment so Taylor could lead us to our new home. I couldn't wait to tell Gwen!

We reluctantly separated from a kiss and went on with the plan. Both glamored with a bracelet to look human.

~Linneeebreeaaakkkk~

Gwen and I met outside the cafe with a nearly pornographic display, kissing hungrily with her legs clutched over my hips. I discovered she was wearing nothing under her oversized hoodie and long socks, when my tail, invisible to the passersby, slid into her pussy without resistance.

People did notice when my bunny squeaked into my mouth and shuddered in obvious orgasm. We separated with a giggle and scurried into the cafe hand-in-hand, faces bright red at the stares and whistles.

Once we slid into a secluded corner booth Gwen couldn't hold back the questions, "How'd things go with Taylor!? You texted me 'the cute succubus has landed' last night, but we never made a code for that!" She pouted at me, her lipples just looking like unusually puffy nipples through her hoodie.

"It means she's fully on board now, there's no other groups we need to worry about nearby. And," I leaned forward, "She has a hidden manor less than two hours away we can move into!"

She bounced in her seat like the bunny she was, and started babbling about libraries full of kinky cursed books, catgirl maids, and tentacle plant gardens. I listened to her fondly, noting down particularly interesting ideas as she went.

Our whispered discussion was put on hold when our waitress appeared. I was happy to see it was the voluptuous form of Maria. Dressed in a stereotypical blouse, skirt, and apron. With her name tag drawing attention to her magnificent cleavage.

"Sorry for the wait ladies! I'm the only server until lunch. What can I get you?" I smiled widely at being called a lady.

We ordered coffee and sandwiches with hash browns, our favorite meal we bought almost every time we came here. Causing Maria to shoot a confused glance at Gwen's very different but still familiar appearance.

"Have you been here before? You look just like one of my favorite customers."

Gwen gasped dramatically, "You mean you don't recognize me! It's Gwen, I've been coming here since I was a freshman!" She pouted again as Maria blinked in disbelief. Or in awe at her expert pout, Gwen was getting really good at them.

"What!? How–girl, you're up like six cup sizes!" I watched with interest as lust and curiosity grew. She leaned down to whisper, "Did you run into Her?"

I looked up from her glorious tits, "Her?" Uh-oh.

"There've been rumors all week, this girl dressed as a succubus has been running around giving girls makeovers, there have been a lot of pictures and video that are obviously fake, but this sorority girl went from A's to D's overnight if you know what I mean!" She snickered as I slumped into my seat.

I blushed as Gwen raised an eyebrow at me and grinned.

Maria spoke up before Gwen could. "Oh, sorry about that! You ordered and I'm just gossiping. Be right back!" Her skirt fluttered as she spun, exposing her thicc thighs and nearly showing the curve of her ass.

Gwen snapped out of it before I did, "So what's this I hear about you visiting sororities without me?" I spluttered in defense.

Maria rescued me a few minutes later with steaming coffee and fresh food. "Let me know if you guys want anything else, like extra cream for your coffee." I stopped her before she turned away.

"Maria, tell me your weirdest sexual fantasy." I **** honesty and suppressed outrage, but didn't need to touch her burst of lust at the question.

Maria was bright red even through her deep tan, mouth opening and closing a few times as she stood there. I didn't know confident and bubbly Maria could get this tongue-tied~

"We-well, I do have this one fantasy..." She pressed her tray against her breasts like it was armor, "I have this game I play with my boyfriend Gabriel. Sometimes I'll put on a collar with a cowbell on it." –ooh, kinky– "Then he'll fuck me from behind, tugging on my udders like I'm just a human cow, only good for fucking and milking~". Her eyes glazed over as she was drawn into the fantasy.

I licked my lips and looked over at Gwen, who was open-mouthed. I shut her jaw for her with a click.

I watched Maria as her hand groped her left tit. I smiled, I could work with this. "Maria, how would you like to try that out in reality?" My thumb stroked the Ring.

Maria nodded eagerly, eyes wide. I reached out to her breasts, giving her the same basic tune up I gave everyone now, before her already impressive breasts grew to perky udders almost the size of her head, taut with milk. I had to make quick adjustments to her bra to keep from hurting her.

She shuddered in bliss as her blouse popped open further and held her new tits in awe. She stuck a light brown nipple in her mouth and moaned at the taste. Drinking a few mouthfuls before sighing in satisfaction. She looked to me like I was a goddess answering her prayer.

"You are Her, how can I ever thank you enough for this?"

I held up my coffee and grinned wickedly."You could give us a taste?" Gwen was nodding like a bobblehead.

Maria smiled and happily milked herself into our mugs. I'm sure business will boom at this cafe with a waitress like her here. Unless she wants me to keep her of course~

As we ate our meal, Maria danced from table to table, new udders bouncing. Practically glowing with happiness after every refill, though she did duck into the back instead of showing off. We were the only table to get the full service, and milk right from the source. By the end we were drinking fresh milk with a dash of coffee.

I had to insist on paying for our food, and invited Maria and Gabriel to visit at the manor in a few days. She showed a picture of him and mmphf~ I could see why he took the part of the bull in her fantasy.

Gwen and I left just before the lunch rush, giggly from our plans to see how long we could openly fuck in a nearby park, only to stop when a Green-eyed redhead fell to her knees before us.

She looked awful, hair and clothing ragged and filthy, lightly glowing eyes confused and wild with deep bags underneath. She clasped her hands in prayer above her pale and clammy face.

"Ple-please, help me. Make me someone else. I can't do this anymore." She started crying. The corrosive black tar of deep depression smothering any other flame.

I knelt down to hug the broken girl, Gwen following soon after.

What the hell happened to this girl?