"Well," Jim thought, catching his breath. "First thing's first. I've got to get this tiara off and get out of here." Sitting up on the bed, he reached up with both hands and tugged on the tiara, but it refused to come off. Jim tried again, tugging harder and harder, but no matter how hard he pulled, the grasp that the magical device had on his head refused to let up.
Relaxing his arms for a minute, Jim took a deep breath before giving the tiara a final, might pull. Once again, nothing. Jim cursed his misfortune, wondering what had happened to Sharon when he heard a woman's cackling emerge from outside the tent. As a familiar figure entered. Jim found himself eye to eye with Etellia.
"Having some trouble getting that tiara off?" the queen asked mockingly.
"I guess you could say that," Jim replied, becoming frightened.
"It's not because it's a woman's piece of jewelry, is it?" Etellia asked. "I can fix that easily enough for you!"
"What?" Jim asked, his voice suddenly shooting higher. Realizing what was happening, Jim panicked as he felt his frame begin to shrink. "Why?" he cried.
"Why?" Etellia asked. "Why are you complaining? You seemed to enjoy being a girl quite a bit last time, or do you want to keep your manhood?"
Jim couldn't answer as the transformation overwhelmed him. His hips filled out and his bust grew to a C cup, while at the same time his face altered itself into one that was more beautiful and feminine. His brunette hair filled with waves as it dropped down to the middle of his back, while down below, his rear expanded to a perfectly round shape. In the end, the only sign of Jim's manhood left was his penis, which was left unaltered. He looked like a supermodel with a cock.
"How's that?" Etellia asked. "Do you like it?"
"No! Of course not!" Jim shouted, finding her voice much less imposing. "What have you done with Sharon?"
"Oh, Sharon won't be bothering us again," Etellia smirked. "That tiara looks good on you, by the way."
"Let me go!" Jim pleaded.
"Never!" Etellia shouted, laughing as she waved a hand at her transformation toy.
Jim felt his face contorting into a muzzle shape once again, rendering human speech useless. He angrily mooed in frustration.
"And just so you don't get the idea that you can turn me into a freakish cow again..." Etellia waved her hands again, and Jim felt his own fingers merge together into bovine hooves. "...I'll be the only one that milks you from now on!"
Jim suddenly fell back in a bizarre ecstacy as his breasts exploded in size, reaching FFF as a second pair grew underneath, reaching the same size moments later. Each one was equipped with a seven inch udder nipple.
Etellia pranced over to Jim as he grew with panic. His breasts were becoming full of milk at a frightening pace, and without his hands, he had no way to milk himself. "Come on, big girl!" Etellia cooed. "The Bessie in you needs a milking again!"
Etellia kneeled on the bed behind Jim, grabbing the udders of the top two breasts and began jacking them for milk. The white liquid shot out of Jim's body, spraying onto the floor without a target in sight. The sensation was enough to send him/her mooing in pleasure as the flow continued on its own as Etellia started the flow of the second pair of breasts, creating a massive pool of milk next to the bed. When the flow finished, Etellia waved a hand in front of Jim's face, turning his, or as Etellia referred to Jim now, her tongue into a feline one.
"Lick up the milk, kitty! Lick it up!" Etellia cooed. "There's plenty for you to drink now!"
Jim wanted to resist, but the tiara was still in effect, and kicked in at his refusal, forcing him to his hooves and knees as he began to lap up the precious liquid. Etellia watched in delight as the milk brought more transformations onto her toy, morphing her legs and feet into the legs and hooves of a cow, while a feline tail emerged from atop Jim's naked ass.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Etellia asked.
Despite her awkward feelings, Jim mooed agreement. The alterations disgusted her, but internally, each one gave her a jolt of orgasmic pleasure that was comparable to only the best of the fucks (s)he ever had. As she continued to lap up the milk, she felt another orgasm build as her cock, at full erection, extended into the massive member of a horse with equally massive balls. As the transformation finished, the cock shot out a load of jizz, mixing in with the milk that Jim drank.
Unable to quit lapping the mixture, Jim felt the next transformation take place. Her rabbit ears had returned, replacing her old human ears with a pair of brunette bunny ears that extended over a foot out of the top of her head. This was accompanied by a feeling in her feet/hooves, as they morphed once more, transforming into a pair of large rabbit's feet.
"Oh, how lucky!" Etellia laughed at her bad joke. "You may stop lapping the milk, Toy."
Jim, free of the compulsion, lifted herself from the awkward kneeling position and attempted to climb to her feet, but the awkward combination of cow legs and rabbit's feet couldn't hold her steady. With a distinct lack of grace, she fell backwards, back onto the bed.
"How do you feel?" Etellia asked. "Moo freely."
Jim mooed angrily. Though he couldn't speak English as he once could, he was bound and determined to break free of Etellia's grasp.
"Oh really?" Etellia said, amused. "Would you like to see Sharon?"
Jim mooed agreement.
"Sharon! Come in here!" Etellia called to the tent's entrance. A large chested, anthropomorphic leopard girl with a full mane of blone hair came bounding into the tent. She was wearing a cheerleader's outfit composed of light and dark shades of green with a large "E" on her HHH chest.
Etellia turned back to Jim and watched her slave shake his/her head madly, trying not to accept the image as reality. Behind her, Sharon spoke up, asking, "Did you call me, Your Majesty?"
"Yes, Sharon," Etellia replied. "I'd like it if you could show Jim here that trick you taught yourself."
"With pleasure!" Sharon replied. Turning to Jim, she lifted her cheerleader's skirt above her pussy and allowed her spotted tail to lift up and insert itself into the slot. After two minutes of working it, Sharon had given herself an orgasm. "What do you know!" she said. "A new record!"
"That's enough, Sharon," Etellia commanded. "Keep practicing outside. Maybe you'll get your time down even further."
"As you wish!" Sharon cheerfully replied. Bounding out of the tend, Leopardgirl Sharon disappeared from view.
Etellia turned to face Jim and adjusted her hearing to understand her toy's mooing. "How did you like that?" she asked.
"How? Why?" Jim replied, crying. "She didn't have a slave tiara or anything on! Why was she following your orders?"
"It was because she loves me," Etellia replied. "Or do you think that this is a dream?"
"A dream?" Jim asked.
"Of course, it could just as easily be reality. Or a dream. Or reality. Maybe a combination of both!" Etellia gleefully laughed as she watched Jim's face contort in confusion, and then turned the toy's four udder nipples into a quartet of cock-nipples.
"Moo!" Jim cried out in surprise as all four cocks, plus the massive horse cock, all stood erect at once, begging for release.
"Do you love me, Jim?" Etellia asked, pouting. "Will you be my slave without question, love me unconditionally, and perform any task that I ask of you?"
Jim felt the impulses of the cocks growing in power. The need to find release was mind numbing, but without hands, (s)he had no ability to get off manually. Jim needed help. Forget Sharon, anyone would do. Even Etellia. Etellia, who could control everything about him with but a thought. It was better to surrender than to fight her, right? Was it wrong? Jim certainly didn't think so, did he?
Jim mooed a pitiful moo of surrender. "I am yours to command, Mistress," was the translation.
Sun Nov 24 23:37:55 2002