Naga Porn Series

Zmeydros

Edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic

Copyright © 2020 Zmeydros

All rights reserved.

To anyone who is currently transitioning or experiencing dysphoria. I wish you luck and patience at each stage of transforming your outer self into a true representation of your inner self.

Contents

Acknowledgments

Too Much Naga Porn

Too Much Naga Porn

A Naga's Pornstar Crush

A Naga's Pornstar Crush

Brady’s Conundrum

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Secretskunk for giving me the idea that turned into this story.

Thanks to Tiliquain and Journeymanic for encouraging me to tell Brady’s story as viscerally as I could.

I'd like to offer my sincerest thanks to Navajo Demar and Warialinth, who are my $20 dollar patrons. I strive to deserve the money you're throwing at me.

A huge thank you to all my Patrons for humoring me when I said I wanted to continue this story. I wouldn't be writing wacky sexy furry tales if it wasn't for your support. Every one of you rocks!

Too Much Naga Porn

Jaden can't get some porn he saw out of his mind. Any other day this wouldn't be a problem, but today it's the sort of thing that will transform his life forever.

Too Much Naga Porn

"Look! It's always-tardy Jay Jay! So glad we had the opportunity to wait for you." Gill had his scrawny arms draped over the railing of the boardwalk.

A mishmash of magic and programmable LED lanterns ran through random parts of the spectrum making the boardwalk a tacky shade of psychedelic. I surveyed my friend's frowns while feeling like a screw-up.

Brady was in his usual trench coat and black t-shirt. How he wore the thing in eighty degree weather was beyond me. Muriel's black curls were held back by a purple ribbon and her curvy body was hidden by an ill-fitting yellow blouse and baggy black shorts. Gill's flip-flops clashed with his death metal t-shirt and studded kilt, but if his boyfriend liked him that way, I wasn't going to complain.

When Gill stood up and crossed his arms, I decided I'd been silent long enough. "I-uh forgot my—it doesn't matter. What are we doing?"

Brady put put a long arm over my shoulder and pulled me against his side, "Yeah Gill, what are we doing?"

As he let go of me, Gill said, "Have you noticed that we're the only juniors without augments?"

Muriel glared at Gill as she pulled her spell-weaving knuckles out of her purse. "If I find out I skipped Magecraft 3601 for something that isn't, what did you call it? 'Highly urgent,' I'm going to throw you right into the surf."

"But it is highl—AAAAHHH!" Gill went flying over the boardwalk's railing and into the ocean.

Muriel let go of the magic threads she'd just pulled and made a show of brushing off her hands as if she'd just won a prize fight with a single punch.

I shook my head. She was only slowing down whatever plans Gill had. She wasn't going to leave, none of us were. "I'll get him," I offered.

Brady shrugged while Muriel just looked away.

Pulling my hooked spell knuckles out of my back pockets, I pulled at the air stirring up the fabric of the magic around me. Purple light flashed out from the sharp points on the knuckles and I tossed the threads I gathered over toward Gill who was just getting to shore. Lifting him up, I spun him while wringing the water and salt out of his clothes and hair. I set him firmly down on the boardwalk.

"Thanks, Jay Jay!" He bowed theatrically.

"Ugh, Gill, Just spill the beans already. I don't want to have to fish you out again," I said.

Muriel grabbed some magic with her spell knuckles and set her jaw while looking at Gill.

Gill held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa! Come on, it's not like you're in danger of getting bad grades, Mu."

"Don't call me Mu!" she snapped back.

"Let me guess, we're gonna go get augments," Brady said in a disinterested monotone.

Snapping his fingers, Gill said, "You got it! There's this place on the boardwalk that does good work. My boyfriend's sister works there and got us a discount."

"But why did it have to be today?" I asked.

"I asked her to call me when they were having a really slow day so we could all go in at the same time," Gill said.

Muriel's arms fell to her sides. "That's actually…really thoughtful."

"Yeah?" Gill's chest puffed with pride. "Yeah! I thought we'd be nervous and stuff going in alone,"

"So, what are you guys getting?" Brady asked.

I pretended to be distracted by the pinks and oranges of the sunset. The less I said, the better.

Muriel said, "I'm gonna get horse ears, they're cute and functional!"

"I'm gonna get a prehensile lizard tail so I can hold onto railings," Gill said.

We all laughed.

Muriel said, "Seriously? You'd have to get all your pants modified."

The moment she said it, I started thinking about having a scaly tail of my own while trying very hard to not think about the porn I'd been obsessed with for the last month. A tail that big was overkill!

"Or I could just buy more kilts and only need special boxers. Like the ones I'm wearing today," Gill said.

"Oh geez, you just had to say it." Muriel looked up at the sky shaking her head.

"I see, nothin' like lettin' ocean breeze kiss your arse, is there?" Brady asked in an overdone Scottish accent.

Gill blushed.

"Soon you'll be lettin' your wee pecker dangle out in the open like a true Scotsman."

"Stahp it!" Gill said blushing even deeper.

Brady chuckled and then looked at me. "Listen to these two, a tail and a pair of ears? I thought we were the edgy students. I'm gonna tell them I'm going in for wolf ears, but the moment they turn the magic loom on, I'm gonna think about a nice thick horse cock."

"You-you can't!" Muriel protested.

"Why not? Sure, they'll charge me more, but they're not gonna stop me. They'd risk a lawsuit for messing up my junk. Plus, I wouldn't go so big I couldn't hide it."

"No one's gonna think you're cool, dude. They're gonna think you're a huge pervert once word gets 'round," Gill said.

"Nah, I'm gonna have a line of women waiting for their ticket to the Brady rodeo."

"Eew." Muriel frowned. "You think women just want a big cock?"

"No, I think they want horse cock. Think about all the fantasy dildos—"

I lost track of their bickering as that stupid porn video finally made it past my defenses. The naga had looked so delighted to be stuffed with that horse augment's cock. I bit my lip. What would being covered in scales feel like? What about having a pussy? No, I had to think about something else. All I'd get is a a scaly tail…no, that would be too risky. What if my mind wandered?

Brady tapped me on the shoulder. "Jaden? Hello? What are you gonna get?"

"Uh, um, scaly, ears? Like, dragon ears?" I tried not to stammer too much.

"You don't sound sure," Gill said. "You need more time to think?"

"No. W-we should just go get our augments. It's getting late." More time to think was the last thing I needed.

As we walked toward "Pickawick's Augmentation Parlor," Gill fiddled with his phone. A couple minutes later, he said, "Still can't believe you're going to try to trick them like that. They say they only do tails and ears on their website."

"Yeah, whatever, places that advertise genital augmentation make you pay through the nose. I figure, if I'm gonna get a hefty discount, I gotta spend it on something that's actually expensive," Brady said.

"Well, if you get into trouble or my boyfriend's sister get's angry, I'm go—"

"Please stop. If he's that desperate to have a horse dong, we're not gonna talk him out of it," Muriel interjected.

"Desperate!?" Brady protested.

"And, we're here," Gill said looking at all of us in a way that suggested the conversation needed to be over.

Pickawick's Augmentation Parlor was a big converted three-story shingle style house that was roughly square with a hexagonal turret on the corner with the main entrance. The shingles that covered the house were a mixture of brown and grey, like the scales of some old weathered wooden dragon. The wind had picked up and waves were crashing below the boardwalk as we stepped inside.

"Hey Liz," Gill said to the woman behind a podium covered in the same shingles the outside of the house was made of.

She had white lop rabbit ears with brown and black speckles. Her sharp-featured face looked up from the tablet she'd been staring at causing her ears to flop adorably. "Hey Gill!" She ran from behind the podium and gave him a hug.

He hugged back and gave her a couple friendly slaps on the back before releasing her. "How's business?" he asked.

"Slow now that the back to school rush is over," she said as she grabbed her tablet off of the podium. "Let's get started before the evening appointments start showing up."

She handed the tablet to Gill. "Okay, so, each of you needs to select the type of augment you're getting and then put your credit card in the reader so we can get your payment details sorted."

"Oh, so, we pay before we get the augment?" Muriel asked.

Liz shook her head. "No, you won't be charged until after we know you're happy with it. This is just insurance against people who try to get more than what was quoted."

Gill turned to glare at Brady.

Brady shrugged and looked away.

After Liz led Gill through all the forms and and boring official statements she had to make on the behalf of her employer, she took the tablet back and said, "Prehensile tails are the best, now, you're sure that you won't mind the learning curve on the fine motor control? You're probably going to break some vases in the first few weeks."

"Hilbert said he'd help me keep an eye on it. We read your whole page on tail augments."

"Good!" She handed the pad to Muriel and started going through everything with her.

While they worked on filling out the forms, I imagined using a tail to reach under the couch to grab things that bounced under there, to open doors when my hands were full of groceries, and to help me fold sheets. Maybe I could trust myself? There were so many practical reasons to have one. It wasn't like I was gonna just go full naga. I started getting an erection just thinking about the word "naga." A couple deep breaths and listening to Liz repeat her little legal speech solved that problem.

After I took the tablet from Liz and we went through all the preliminary legal stuff, I asked, "So, umm, what if my mind wanders while I'm getting changed and I start getting the wrong augment?"

"Don't worry, we have a technician watching the whole process in case something goes wrong." She put her hand on my shoulder. "On top of that, if you pick whatever you want most, you should be fine."

"Whatever I want most?" I asked.

"Yep!" she said. "If it's what's going to jump into your mind anyway, why not get it as your first augment?"

I stared at the tablet for a moment wondering if I could really trust myself. At first, I put in "dragon ears" to be safe, but she was right, I'd probably start thinking about a tail the moment the process started. "I think I want a prehensile tail, then," I said.

"Go for it, Jay Jay, we'll be tail bros!" Gill beamed a smile at me.

"Okay!" His excitement was infectious. I changed it to "scaly prehensile tail" and put my credit card in. It was almost five hundred dollars, I wouldn't be going out to eat, or buying video games, for a good while. I handed the tablet to Liz.

Brady gave me a slap on the shoulder, "Good on you, man. I knew you didn't just want ears."

Muriel scoffed. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with ears!"

"Why not get a horse tail to go with them? Brady asked. "I've seen the anime horsegirls you scribble in your margins."

"Fine! I will!" Muriel reached for the tablet.

Liz tapped the tablet a couple times and handed it to her. "You sure you want one?"

It was the first time I'd ever seen Muriel blush. She just nodded shyly and added in her tail as Liz looked at us like she was missing something. That's when I realized that she didn't know Brady was planning to get more than wolf ears. She was in for a big, unpleasant, surprise. I considered warning her, but Brady would have suspected me if I tried to talk to her alone. Plus, I wasn't here to clean up Brady's messes. My knees got weak as I thought about the sort of messes his horse cock would make.

No, he probably wasn't going to get one. They'd stop the machine or something. Was it safe to just stop the machine? My thoughts were interrupted by Liz saying, "Okay, Gill, you go to room 101, Muriel's in 202, we've only got two technicians today, but we'll get to you two in a jiff."

"Alright," I said taking a seat in the waiting room.

Gill waved bye. "See you when I've got a tail!"

"It's gonna be awesome!" I replied. Then I looked at Muriel, "I'm so excited for you!"

She smiled and waved. It was cute to see her so shy and bubbly.

The waiting room had an HDTV on the wall opposite us. Ads for boardwalk attractions were broken up by things Liz had already explained to us. To my right was a big open doorway that led to the rest of the augmentation parlor and to my left was Brady. Past him was the entrance. The walls were covered by rough grey wooden boards that looked like splinter factories.

I unlocked my phone and started reading an article about how the incorporation of magic threads could make quantum computers even more feasible.

Setting his phone on his knee, Brady said, "You've been really quiet today. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just distracted is all," I shrugged hoping he'd drop it.

"Something bad happen?"

"No, no, nothing bad."

He crossed his legs and caught his phone before it went tumbling to the floor. "Something good, then?"

I blinked. I didn't have an answer to that. Trying to think quickly, I said "Just been watching—" my heart leapt in my chest, "—reading, I mean reading, interesting articles."

"What kind?"

With that, the herm naga was back in my head. I started sweating and couldn't meet Brady's eyes. "Just, you know, science and stuff."

"Uh huh, so that's what we're calling porn now," Brady said.

He'd known me too long. I should have kicked him out of my life years ago, when I wasn't so used to him that I forgot I had an option as to whether he was my friend. He was being a bad friend! If only he knew how much I needed him not to be himself right now.

"That freaky, huh? You're going to have to send me a link."

"S-sure," I said. From the jokes he liked to make, I knew his tastes were far tamer than mine. He'd stayed the same, I'd branched out. I leaned forward to hide my erection as I thought about being covered head to toe in scales with nice round breasts hanging from my chest.

Sensing my discomfort, Brady started telling a story about how he accidentally cheated on a quiz in his computer science class. After sharing a few laughs, I was sitting up straight and starting to remember why I was his friend.

Muriel walked into the room. When her new horse ears twitched, she made an "EE!" sound and then laughed. She started to say something, but she made the same sound again when her horse tail swished of it's own accord. She said, "Sorry, I'm still not used to, well, you know," she pointed at her auburn-furred ears and tail.

Brady said, "Wooooaaaah! They look perfect!"

I nodded. "Yeah! You look gorgeous."

"I—EE!—am really happy with them," she said. It seemed her ears and tail had a mind of their own. It was adorable and she was smiling so much she was actually showing her teeth. Before that, I didn't know she could even do a smile with teeth.

Brady asked, "Did they mod your pants for you?"

She nodded. "Yep!"

"Give us a little spin," Brady said.

She stopped mid-twirl when Gill came into the room. His orange-scaled tail was curled around itself as he looked at it as if he was scared it was going to sneak up on him. "Good, it's behaving itself now. Geez!" He looked up at us. "You guys have to feel this thing, it's like the smoothest thing I've ever felt on top and kinda grippy on the bottom."

When Muriel touched his tail, it bent up toward her hand and she said, "It feels like a python."

Brady got out of his chair and grabbed Gill's tail about half-way down its three-foot length. "It feels strong."

"They said it can support my weight," Gill said. He looked at me. "Come on, touch it. You're about to get one of these."

So many feelings welled up in me that I felt numb as I went over to him, but the moment I felt his tail move under my hand, heat rushed to my crotch. My mind thought, "So this is what that naga's tail feels like." I focused my mind on holding my erection at bay. "This is amazing," I blurted out while my pants became tighter and tighter.

I had to do something, I couldn't risk everyone seeing I was hard from just touching his tail. I said, "I better use the restroom before I get my augment," and then followed the signs down the hall and to the right. Thankfully, the two restrooms were just rooms and not rooms with stalls. I closed and locked the door. Dropping my pants and grabbing my shaft, I started stroking. I was so hard that it hurt, getting off was now a necessity.

The whole time I pumped my fist over my throbbing length, I thought about that damn herm naga and the tactile sensation of Gill's tail. In under thirty seconds, I was leaning on the wall behind the bathroom toilet with one hand and aiming my cock into the bowl with the other while firing my spooge into the water. I had to breathe out with my moans avoid making noises that everyone in the parlor would hear. For a moment, I just stayed like that, an acute sense of relief washing over me.

They'd start wondering if I took too long, so I flushed the toilet and strutted bowlegged to the sink so I could wash my hands and the head of my penis. After all that was done, I got back into my pants feeling refreshed. I figured I wasn't gonna think about porn for a good while after cumming that hard.

Brady was gone when I got back to the waiting room. Both Gill and Muriel were trying to figure out comfortable sitting positions now that they had tails. Before I could ask them how they were doing, someone behind me said, "Jaden?"

I turned around and said, "Yes?"

A buff guy with pink cat ears and tail said, "Good, I'm Larry and I'll be seeing to your augmentation."

I was led upstairs to a well-lit room with a bar hanging from a chain hoist in the ceiling Hanging from the bar were cuffs for holding people up by the arms and dangling lower was a simple backless seat. The room was not rustic like the rest of the building, it looked like a posh modern clinic room, which was reassuring.

"We have the latest augmentation loom from Augweave." Larry pointed at a three-foot-tall column affixed to the wall which had been encrusted with hundreds of tiny ball joints, each with its own tiny tiny trident sticking out of it. To me, magic looms always looked like a giant hair roller that had centipede legs affixed to it instead of plastic tines.

After using alcohol wipes to wipe down the chair and the cuffs, Larry washed his hands thoroughly. Then he grabbed a gown and what looked like an orange shopping bag from a shelf near the door. Handing them to me, he said, "You're tail's gonna need room to grow. Put all your stuff in this bag. Our textile mage will adjust your pants while you're getting your tail. Any questions?"

I had so many questions that they all jammed up inside my head. What would it feel like? How long would it take? And what was a textile mage? Were they like magic tailors? I'd heard of them before, but never really thought about it. He stood there trying to hide that he was tapping his foot until I asked, "How long will it take?"

"The augmentation will be done in ten minutes. These new looms are very fast and accurate." He looked at his watch, "Ready to get changed?"

Right, there were evening appointments, I decided not to bother him anymore and nodded.

"I'll step out until you give me a holler." He left the room.

After changing into the gown and putting all my stuff in the orange bag, I said, "You can come back in now."

He walked over to the hanging chair with the open back and used a dangling remote to adjust its height. "Don't sit on your gown, we need your bare skin to be facing the loom. Buckle in and then raise your hands above your head."

"Why do my hands need to be restrained?" I asked as I got in the chair

"Safety. Regulations say hands must be kept out of the main magic flow. Some people get the idea they should weave magic while the loom's running. It's a very bad idea."

"Oh." I didn't want to ask what sort of messed up stuff caused that regulation. Instead, I put my hands up to the cuffs and he affixed them around my wrists. The cool air of the room was giving my ass goosebumps.

He then held a rectangle, with a big red button on it, in front of me. Which hand is your dominant hand?"

"My right, why? Do you need me to launch a rocket?"

He laughed. "No, this is an emergency stop. You can hit it at any time and stop the process. A tap will tell the machine to stop at the next safe position, usually a couple seconds after the button is pressed. A hard sustained press will shut the machine down ASAP. Only use the hard press if you're in danger or in acute pain." He pulled on a beige elastic strap on the back of the TV-remote-like box and put it around my right hand so I could easily reach the button with my thumb and wouldn't drop it.

After that, he pulled what looked like a dental x-ray machine along its track in the ceiling. It had the same logo on it that the loom had. He moved the x-ray-like part they usually point at your teeth so that it was pointing at my head. It was like six inches away.

Before I could ask what it was, he said, "This is the thought probe. It grabs onto your mental image so the loom can translate it into reality."

"Cool!"

He closed the door to my right before sitting down at the desk which was further right. I felt exposed with my butt clearly in his purview and I had to turn my head quite a bit to even look at him. He had a screen off to his left that he could check while the process was going on. "Okay, tap the safety button."

I did so.

"Good, now give me a hard press."

When I pressed it hard, I felt a click from inside the wired remote thing.

"Good, okay, now think about the tail you want."

I closed my eyes and imagined myself with a scaly tail. Did I want it to be red? Blue? Green? Maybe blue-green?

"I'm getting a lot of different colors here, you can go multicolored, but this looks like random flashes," he said.

"Sorry." I settled on a blue tail with light yellow under scales.

"Okay, got a good clear image. Do you want the monitor on or off?" he asked. "Some people find it distracting. The machine will beep if it loses track of your mental image. You can just close your eyes and get it back if that happens. Some people find it easier to use the live feed to guide their visualization."

"I'm fine with it on," I said.

The HDTV on the wall in front of me turned on. The screen was split in half. On the right, were two boxes. The top one said, "Progress" and the one under it was a live feed of the loom. The left side of the screen was a live view of me from the side.

"Alright! Last question, do you want me to monitor your mental image during the procedure or would you like privacy?"

Oh how I wished I could have asked for his help, but I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't think about something I didn't want him to see while this was happening. Plus, I could hit the stop button if I knew my mental image was going the wrong way. "Privacy please."

Larry clicked on something with his mouse and then cracked his knuckles. "You ready to start?"

"Yep." I gulped. In ten minutes, I was gonna have a tail! I couldn't believe it.

"Three, two, one, go!" He hit the enter key with flair.

The loom spun faster and faster until I could hear the tiny tridents whistling through the air. Yellow magic threads started tangling themselves around it turning white hot. Then thousands of them attached to my buttocks one after another. I started to feel warmth rush into me as a lump formed on my tailbone. A tugging sensation made me squirm a bit, but then it felt like someone was sensuously rubbing deep into my skin.

That's when I started getting hard. "Is it supposed to feel this…good?"

"Oh? What does it feel like?" He asked.

I blushed bright red.

He chuckled. "You're lucky, some people itch, some people feel like they're getting a deep massage, and others, like you, feel an even deeper pleasure. Don't worry and just relax, I've seen it all before."

I bit my lip to stop from moaning as my tail started adding inches to its length. My shaft hardened to the point it was making a little throbbing hill in the crotch of my gown. I'd just gotten off, what was the deal? My thumb rubbed the stop button as I considered stopping it and claiming I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. But it felt too good! My tail was over a foot long now and my nipples were tingling in a way I'd never felt. That's when I started thinking about having nice scaly breasts.

No! I had to focus on the tail! I could feel sparks in my mind, tingles that corresponded to the new nerves in my tail. I could feel a slight breeze across my scales. One side of my tail was a bit cooler than the other. I closed my eyes to bask in the sensation. There were clicks inside my tail as each extra vertebra was added, there was a tugging as it was pulled farther out from me, then there was a ripple as muscles got added, and a sensuous rubbing as scales formed on the surface.

I nearly jumped out of the chair when I heard someone yell, "Larry help! We're going off the rails down here!"

"Fuck!" Larry hopped out of his chair and ran out the door saying, "Tap the button and I'll get you re-started when I come back."

It was a simple command. I put my thumb on the button and…nothing. My tail was almost done, what harm could it do to just let it finish? Finish? It was going to be over. Already? But it felt so good! I imagined my tail longer to keep the process going. I stared at the monitor as my pre formed a wet spot on the gown. Three and a half feet, four feet, five feet, the base thickened taking up more of my ass.

Seeing my tail that long and beautiful, feeling its new muscles move under its smooth scaly skin, brought that herm naga back into my mind. I put my thumb on the button and was about to press it when I got an idea. Going full naga would be a very bad idea, but I needed to change more. I felt like it was going somewhere, somewhere more pleasurable than I'd ever been. This need sparked an idea.

Larry wasn't going to watch me change back into my clothes, so he wouldn't notice if I gave myself small breasts. My nipples tingled madly just thinking about it. Yes! I needed breasts! I imagined small, concealable, ones on my chest. A fierce blush appeared on my cheeks as my nipples swelled in size, magic threads were now looping around to my front.

Adrenaline coursed through me as I made my breasts a bit larger wondering how big could I make them without being caught. My feet were shaking from the sensation of my scaly flesh expanding.

When nipples collided with the front of the gown, a sharp tickle of pleasure put me right at the edge of orgasm. My shaft jerked as if it was going to deliver its load, but nothing came out.

Laughter escaped my lips as I realized I was going to get away with it. All I had to do was just press that button.

No! I pulled my thumb away.

The biggest orgasm of my life was waiting for me and there was one more thing I needed to change. Something I'd wanted ever since I started watching herm porn. Getting a scaly snatch would feel better than any of the other changes. Larry would have to be a real perv to look behind my balls, after all.

The only image of a pussy I could call up on such short notice was from the naga in the video. First, I felt a tension in my tailbone, but I forgot about it when the magic reached for my taint. I saw stars. It felt like someone had grabbed a bolt of lightning made of orgasms and jammed it into my prostate. My jizz made a mess on the underside of the gown as my new opening was crafted. The base of my tail thickened to cover my entire back end, like a lizard tail.

I wasn't making noise because I couldn't breathe. I was caught in a long gasp. Only when I started to black out did I manage to force a breath. I lost that breath to a long moan and had to try for another.

A new wetness, a new heat, a new focus for sexual pleasure, getting a snatch was the gift that kept on giving. The widening of my hips was giving my body a more hourglass shape. My tail was now passing six feet long and scales were spreading up from it to cover my thighs and stomach.

Something was stuck in my mind waiting to travel across my synapses. It felt familiar, but alien at the same time. The throbbing in my forming passage felt like clenching a muscle, totally unlike any of the sensations I'd ever gotten from my penis.

There was a shifting at the front of my new sex. At first it was painful, like someone pressing hard on the head of my cock, but my new clit quickly became erect and intense ecstasy ricocheted throughout my body. That thing that had been stuck in my mind was let loose.

This orgasm was like a fire radiating out from the core of my body. My arms and legs went numb, an impossibly bright white light pushed everything else out of my mind. Joy, endless joy.

As my awareness of the room around me returned, I tried to make sense of what I'd just experienced. Was that a combination of having a clit and a magic loom to stimulate it? Were female orgasms that amazing? Would I ever experience anything that pure again?

Wait, my legs felt like they were wrapped in cling wrap that was constantly being pulled tighter. They were shrinking back into my body! Excitement and horror chased each other in my mind. I was about to experience something I never dreamed I'd have access to: an actual naga body!

But on the other hand, this was going too far, I needed to, needed…a longer tail! If I could experience magic-laced orgasm just one more time, I'd consider my life one well lived. My attention turned to my needy rock-hard member. What would it feel like if I transformed it into a twin-pricked snake cock? Scales spread across the undersides of my breasts.

"What the FUCK!?" Larry cried from the doorway. He bolted toward the big red button on the edge of his desk.

"No!" I yelled as my tail lashed out toward him.

He tripped over it and smacked his head on the side of the desk. As he struggled to get up, I gasped at the sensation of moving my tail muscles for the first time. Even though I was clumsy with it, I got it wrapped around his knees and dragged him toward me.

He beat his fists on my tail causing me to wince. "You-you planned this all, didn't you? Brady was just a distraction?!"

I gritted my teeth in anger as I pulled Larry toward me even harder. He tried to grab the floor, to stop sliding, but there was nothing for him to grab onto. Meanwhile, I thrust in the chair and grunted, as the magic touched my cock. It wasn't enough…it just wasn't as intense as getting a pussy had been. Oh, it did feel fantastic to have another shaft push out of my crotch to join my original one. Even the foreskin pulling back on each erection to become a scaly slit wasn't quite intense enough.

As my dicks got a snake-cock-like taper, pre started to flow again. I needed to see that flash of white one more time. I needed…my mental image of myself was replaced by the herm naga. The scales of my tail became red and orange, like hirs. My tits filled out making the gown tight.

The loom started to hum and the magic threads cut through my gown making it tear open. My breasts bounced as they were freed. The chair couldn't take the magic intensity and the plastic took on the consistency of warm swiss cheese.

I tried to remember my own body, to push the button, anything to avert these drastic changes, but I couldn't imagine living with myself if I denied myself the intoxicating bliss of my continued metamorphosis. Scales started to cover my back and neck as I felt my feet disappear into my tail.

Larry started screaming for help. I worked to catch my breath and stop moaning and grunting long enough to say, "Larry, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

I stopped constricting his legs so hard and he relaxed a bit, but he did yell for help again. Pressure on the sides of my neck accompanied the formation of a cobra-like hood as my canines became fangs and my hair fell to the floor.

The other technician, a woman with a fluffy fox tail, came in. That tail went straight up as she screamed and ran out of the room.

I wasn't a monster, was I?

My eyes widened in horror as I saw the live feed. I no longer had separate legs, I had a cobra hood, conspicuous breasts, scales were spreading up my arms. This time, I really tried to press that button, to stop this so there was maybe some chance of explaining it as an accident, but the pure white hit me. My balls were retreating into my pinkish pearlescent belly scales as my twin cocks shot their load on the far wall and my big scaly pussy started to glisten with wetness.

My breasts were now DD's, just like that naga's, and that weight on my chest was adorned by nice thick nipples. My nostrils moved away from each other as my face pushed out. The sensation made me feel like I really needed to sneeze. My eyes watered as they turned yellow.

Liz ran into the room and dove over the side of the desk and slammed her fist onto the big red button.

But, it was too late, I'd just run out of things to change: I was a herm naga.

"You absolute fucker!" Larry said struggling to get out of my grasp.

I started to bawl. I didn't even recognize my face. I pressed the button hard with my thumb even though it was now useless while I dug my claw-like fingernails into the cuffs and let Larry go. "I'm sssorry."

I uttered those words over and over. To myself, to Larry, to Liz, and to the floor and the walls. What I was apologizing for was unclear. My body was gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

At first, Larry and Liz looked at me fuming and flaring their nostrils, but as my crying fit stretched on, their faces softened. Larry came up to me and said, "Why did you stop me?"

"I-I don't know," I said through my tears.

"Didn't you want this?" Larry asked.

"Yesss, no…" Neither answer fit.

"Why are you so upset?"

"I ruined my life."

He bit his lip. It wasn't something he could refute. I'd be an outcast. There'd be no way I could pay back the amount of magic energy that had been expended transforming me. If other looms had been running other than the one Brady was using, I might have blown out all the magic circuits in the building. I'd be fined for breaching the contract I'd agreed to. Things like that had been on the news a couple times.

Liz asked, "Why do it then?"

"Because it felt ssso good I didn't want it to…" I started to cry louder, "ssstop."

She looked my body up and down, eyes pausing on my breasts and then my two slits, one for my cocks, one for my pussy, then she glanced at the wall. "Did-did you jizz all over our wall?"

I blushed and looked away, still shedding tears.

She sighed. "Y-you're creative, I'll give you that. Never seen a hermaphrodite snake…thing before."

"Cancel all our six o'clocks." Larry put his head in his hands.

Liz walked over and started undoing my cuffs. My new forked tongue flicked out and touched her neck. She yelped and jumped back.

"Sssorry," I said. "Didn't mean to." My mind was telling me she was very stressed based on what my tongue picked up. It could catch smells? Like a snake's?

"Guess you really are part snake," she said as she stood off to my right side and undid the cuff.

Larry worked on the other cuff saying, "Do anything odd and I'll punch you so hard…" He didn't bother to finish his threat.

With my hands freed, I curled up on the floor. People that looked at me would struggle to call me "human." A freak, I was a freak of nature.

A couple minutes passed as I worked on getting my sobbing under control. Liz made a phone call over by the desk and Larry stood next to her taking notes on his tablet.

"Oh shit Jaden! Is that you?" Brady said from the doorway. Behind him was the fox-tailed technician.

I looked up at him and nodded weakly.

Brady ran toward me, "Dude, are you okay?"

"Am I a monssster?"

He pursed his lips. "By some people's definition—"

I started crying again.

"Hey, hey, don't be like that. Look at the bright side, those are some top shelf knockers."

And he had me laughing. In this situation, that's the best he could do? It was hilarious! He patted me on the shoulder the way someone does when they think you're losing your mind and they're not sure whether they should console you or slap you out of it.

When I stopped laughing, he got up and asked Larry, "Can I have some paper towels or something?"

Larry grabbed two blue wipes from a dispenser on the wall and handed them to Brady while Liz kept talking on the phone. He held his hand out for more. Larry rolled his eyes and then grabbed several more.

Brady walked over to me and started drying my tears and spittle from crying. After he was done, he put a bunch of wipes in my right hand and said, "Wipe your cum off the wall before anyone else sees it. I'm not gonna do it for you, because eew, cold spooge is the worst."

The fox-tailed technician looked at the wall, then me, and then started walking slowly backwards.

I "stood" on my tail for the first time and started to fall over. Brady hooked his right arm around my left and helped me steady myself. Eventually, we made it to the wall and I started wiping.

Just as I was finishing up, I heard Gill's voice. "No, oh no, no, uh-uh…"

His eyes were wide and he was shaking. He was about six feet away from me, just inside the door, and he looked like he was struggling to come any closer.

"It'sss okay, it'sss me."

He gulped and stammered before saying, "Sorry, I can't. This can't be you…I-I have to go." I heard him sniffle as he turned to leave.

"Wait!" I called after him.

Muriel stepped to the side to let Gill pass. "I thought Brady was mental, but you—" She glared at me. "You take the fucking cake! What were you thinking?"

I tried to speak.

She held up her hands. "No, I don't want to know. Gill's the one you're going to have to try and explain this to. He set all this up, and now, Liz might never speak to him again."

I bit my lip to stop from crying and then said, "I didn't mean—"

Her horse tail flicked in frustration. "How could you not mean this? There's a stop button, hello?" She pantomimed pressing the button with her thumb. "That's all you had to do."

"But it felt ssso—"

"Nope, I don't want to hear the end of that sentence. We'll try this again when I don't want to stab you." She turned and left.

The fox-tailed tech followed Muriel.

Liz's floppy bunny ears twitched as she hung up the phone and looked at me. "Just got off the phone with the owner. Good news, we're not gonna call the cops. Good news, we're going to do some serious modding to your clothes so you don't have to streak home. Bad news, you're going to be paying this off for years."

"Like a loan?" I asked.

"Like a payment plan to cover the fines, fees, and damages," Liz said.

"Damagesss?"

Larry nodded. "The loom's going to need some serious maintenance. That was too much magic too fast. You probably bent some of the tridents and caused some thermal stress fractures."

"Why would it keep running if it wass damaging itsself?" I asked.

"Imagine if it was routing a major artery down your tail and suddenly just stopped," Larry said. "You were making such massive changes, the system put your wellbeing above its own."

"I'm glad, I guess?"

"You guess? This system was made for simple short augmentations and you made it wreck itself making yourself into…well, that." He gestured toward my body. I had the feeling that Larry had a special place in his heart for magic looms. The moment he'd started talking about the damage, he looked tired and dead inside.

"Yeah, what are you?" Liz asked.

"A naga. Like, from the legendsss."

"Well, I hope you like acting or the entertainment industry because I don't think you'll be getting a desk job." She shook her head.

I hit my head on the wall and then leaned against it. "Thiss iss too much."

Brady said, "Imagine holding a sword and chasing a knight down a dark tunnel or something. Who wouldn't pay money to see that?"

Liz said, "It would be better than CGI. Think about Cat Jacobs. He's played every feline alien race Hollywood's ever dreamed up."

"So awkward," Larry complained. "I'm going to see if his-her-whatever's clothes are ready." He walked out the door.

I pulled my head away from the wall and looked down at my breasts and then leaned back bending my hips so I could look at my two genital slits with the rounded slit for my anus below them.

Brady's eyes followed mine. His jaw slackened in fascination.

My pussy slit was a bit wet. Heat rushed down to it as I remembered how puffy and round it had been just before I came. I stopped looking at it. What was I? I was used to being called "he." But most people looking at me and not seeing any sign of a cock would say, "she."

People's ideas of gender were so oversimplified…but the thought of using "she" made me smile. I looked at Liz and then Brady. "Use 'sshe/her/herss' to refer to me and I'm not male or female, I'm something else from now on." Just saying that out loud caused me to feel giddy. It was the first bright spot in the utter disaster of my transformation.

"You're definitely something else," Brady said looking me up and down.

A blush darkened my deep red cheeks. He seemed to be trying to commit every detail to memory. My tongue shot out and smelled?—no, tasted the air and I had to stifle a hiss of pleasure as my snatch got wetter. I could taste his arousal. The top of my mouth tingled, I think it's what was tasting smells.

My tongue shot out again and I caught more of Brady's excitement. Something was wrong. My sexes were warming quickly and I just couldn't get my mind off of his scent. I knew humans could get turned on by each other's scents, but this was a thousand times more potent. I could feel my cocks hardening behind my slit, I tried to hold it closed so they wouldn't come out.

Larry came back in and tossed my altered clothes onto the desk. "Okay, you see if these fit. We'll wait outside. Sound good?"

"Y-yeah, but I'll need like ten minutess," I said.

Larry raised an eyebrow.

Liz tilted her head.

The heads of both cocks made it out of my slit. In a moment of desperation I grabbed Brady's wrist and pulled him in front of me turning my body more toward the door so he was hiding my entire front. My shafts came out more and poked his butt. He straightened and started to pull away, but I whispered, "Pleasse, don't let them ssee."

He relaxed and said, "She says she needs my help."

Walking to the door, Larry motioned for Liz to follow him. She'd been looking at me and Brady with narrowed eyes, but Larry's beckoning disrupted whatever thoughts she was having and she followed him out. Once Larry was outside, she gave us a look that said, "You better not do what I think you're about to do," and then pulled the door shut behind her.

The moment I let go of Brady's wrist, he spun around and looked down.

His silence was killing me, I considered hiding my twin pricks from his view, but then I noticed his somewhat baggy altered pants had a considerable bulge. I could taste his arousal even more clearly now.

He didn't seem to know what to do and was grabbing at his own hands as his erection made a huge tent. I would have thought he was fully erect, but it kept growing. My clit got so erect that it parted my slit and the sides were quickly becoming puffy. I could see it was as big as the end of my pinky finger. So nice and big, like the rest of my scaly muff.

His scent got thicker and my nipples hardened in under a second. I reached down for his belt. "Can I ssee?"

Blinking, he looked up at me. Then his eyes widened as he realized what I'd just asked. His confidence came back. "Fuck yes! You can see, touch, stroke…anything."

My claw-like nails made things a bit different than I was used to, but I eventually figured out how to undo his belt, button, and zipper. I put my thumbs on the inside of the hem of his boxers and pulled down revealing his equine prick. I gasped seeing it. It was easily ten inches long and still not fully hard.

He breathed out a moan as I reached under it and pulled it up so I could look at the blunt wide head. My other hand reached down to cup one of his fist-sized balls. I'd thought his pants were really baggy. Now I knew why. My tongue started sampling the air more frequently and warmth spread throughout my whole body as my heart picked up its pace.

As his shaft gained inches of length and thickness, he said, "I, uh, couldn't control my size. That's why Larry had to rush down. They got it under control, but…" He frowned. "I don't think it will fit in anyone."

"I couldn't sstop thinking about a herm naga porn video I've been obsessed with and ended up looking like the star…" I gave his sixteen-inch-long five-inch-wide shaft a squeeze. "She could easily take ssomething like this. Wanna see if I'm the ssame?"

He glanced at my pussy probably taking note of how massive it was. "Fuck yes!"

"Firsst, I need to be really wet." I hefted my breasts enjoying their weight in my hands. "I orgasmed when I got these. I wonder what would happen if—"

I squealed in delight as he interrupted me by taking a fat nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked on it, his teeth teased it, and to keep my other nipple from feeling left out, he took it between his fingers.

When he switched his mouth to my other breast, my snatch made a glistening stream down my belly scales. It twitched along its entire length as my clit buzzed sympathetically with my nipple.

As I came, he looked up at me in wonder not taking his mouth off.

The moment I was done squealing in delight, he put a shaky finger in my pussy. "This is so unreal."

"Gah! I know!" I squeezed his finger and a shiver traveled down my tail. The entire entrance was sensitive. I could feel him pressing against the muscular walls, exploring my virgin opening.

He kept putting fingers in until all that was left was his thumb. My mouth was hanging open, I was panting in arousal. When he brushed my clit, I stiffened and sucked in air.

"You okay?"

"Very," I answered.

"I'm going to try my fist. Let me know if it's too tight." He made a fist and shoved it in.

The stretching, the pop of his fist finally making it inside, I had to have more. I cried out, "Cock! I need your cock!"

"Damn you're hot!" He pulled his fist out and put the head of his member against my pussy.

I coiled my tail around him as he drove inside. His length was so warm, so thick, so hard! My breath faltered each time my walls twitched from the delight of being filled. Even though I was wet, there was friction and I could feel his blunt prick drag against my hot needy flesh stretching me open deeper and deeper.

When his medial ring slipped in, he grabbed onto me and let out a puff of hot air. I forced him in all the way while he gasped and grunted. I couldn't get enough! The texture of his length was amazing due to his veins and little equine details.

Once he was all the way in, he buried his head in my breasts and made a deep "mmm" sound. I hissed and moved my hips back and forth flexing his amazing shaft inside me, stirring myself up. Reluctantly, I pulled back a bit so he could thrust and thrust he did. He used the leverage of being loosely wrapped in my tail to pound my snatch.

I felt his buttocks flex with every shove he made into me. His flare was getting larger and my clit was getting rubbed by our motions. It made me want to squeal every time it got brushed just the right way.

"Uhh, I'm gonna cum!" he announced.

"Yes! Please!" I put my arms over his shoulders and leaned back to change the angle of his thrusts so they hit my clit even more directly.

My cocks were smacking against his clothed stomach and his velvety-furred balls were slapping at the bottom of my pussy. My breath caught in my throat when I felt it, his cock stretching my pussy wider and then a warm blast in my depths.

I clawed at his back when my orgasm hit. Not enough to rip his shirt, but probably enough to hurt a bit. This time, when the bright white bliss hit me, I had someone to hold. I pulled him against me as he finished unleashing a load fit for a legendary creature like me.

I wrapped my tail around us keeping him inside me and administering the closest hug I'd ever given anyone. He turned his head to the side and panted for air against my breasts. I loved feeling them smoosh against the side of his face. My body was feeling more and more real, like it belonged to me.

As he caught his breath, he started idly running his fingers over the scales on my back. I could feel him softening. I'd never felt this at peace. Maybe I'd needed a pussy and breasts all along. They felt so right.

Eventually, he said, "Could you loosen up a bit? Your cocks are gonna give me a bruise."

And with that, I noticed that I was still very hard. I blushed deep violet as I uncoiled so we could both move separately again. The odd sensation of my scales on multiple different loops of my tail rubbing against each other was soothing. I could feel my muscles moving under them. It was a sharp contrast to the aching in my cocks. "I'm gonna have to take care of these. You can go outside if you want."

He grabbed one of them as he kneeled before me. "Last time a guy offered me his cock, I chickened out. Not gonna happen this time."

"Wait, you're bi?" I tilted my head. "Since when?"

"I started to wonder about it in Germany," He said. "Just couldn't get up the courage to actually do something."

"Do you have a thing for German guys?"

He nodded. "It's that accent, maybe?"

"The accent?" I started laughing.

He glared at me and then took my right cock into his mouth to shut me up.

It worked. I hissed and pred on his tongue.

A knock came from the door.

Brady pulled his mouth off and called out, "We're busy!"

Larry's voice said, "Come on you two, not in there!"

"We're having a wardrobe problem. Did you want to help suck her other cock?"

Silence.

I stifled a laugh. I would have been embarrassed, but I was far too horny for that now.

"Didn't think so!" He put his mouth back on me and struggled to get more of my length inside. It was way too uneven and he was having trouble managing his teeth.

I said, "Just use your hand farther down, don't try to run before you walk."

He flipped me off and kept trying to suckle more of my cock.

Eventually, he got into a rhythm. His fist pumped over my left member while his mouth and his other hand took care of my right. I grabbed his shoulders and started thrusting with his movements. It tickled at first, because he was still figuring things out, but a couple minutes later I was hissing and urging him to go faster.

Having different things happen to each shaft was very strange. In a good way. He switched what he was doing to each cock and started to bob on me at an alarming pace. He clearly wanted me to cum in his mouth and that drove me wild. I'd never seen anyone give oral this exuberantly. It seemed the longer it took, the more desperate he became.

I felt a fire, a building pressure from inside my cock slit, and said, "C-cumming!"

Just like I thought, he wrapped his lips around my left shaft and let me fill his mouth with my seed. My right cock came across the side of his face splattering his sideburns, his ear, and his neck with my thick sticky mess. I held his head still as my shafts became hypersensitive.

He couldn't hold it all and some fell from his chin. When I was finished, we just sat there staring at each other. We'd just gone from best friends to best friends with full benefits in one day.

Pulling his mouth off, he fell back onto his butt and swallowed. He kept his eyes on me, blushing redder each time he looked to see his massive load slowly leaking out of my pussy.

I lay on top of my own coils and tried to break the tension with, "Now that was some top shelf sex."

He blushed even deeper and then looked away, "Hey, um, Jaden, do you think you'll need help naga-proofing your dorm room?"

I got a happy flutter in my chest. He couldn't always admit how much he cared about me, but him finding excuses to spend time with me was his way of making it clear. "It's gonna take a long time. Could take a few days. I'm not super steady moving around just yet."

"Might take weeks." He looked at me.

"Or months."

"Or years." He clapped his hands together like a corporate hustler. "Payment will be in eroticism one, no, four times a day during the entire period of the contract. We'll have to free up some resources to make sure our accounts can handle these multiple daily transactions, especially when it comes to unusually large deposits and withdrawals. We will bend over backwards to give you the best experience possible. What do you say? When money's changing hands, everyone wins, right?"

"Absolutely, where do I sign?"

A bit of my cum dripped onto his shoulder. "I think you already did."

We both laughed.

When we calmed down, he got more of those wipes and we cleaned up our mess. Afterwards, he pulled off his shirt and climbed into my coils. I cradled his naked body with mine. Then we basked in afterglow while I pondered my situation.

If we continued to have regular good sex, my life wasn't going to completely suck. But my bank account was going to be shot and, even if I wanted to change back to make getting a job easier, not even my parents had enough money to make it happen. Between the debt I had with Pickawick's and my school loans, I was going to be broke for life.

Just then, something in my mind clicked. Sex. I loved having sex as a herm naga and Brady was willing to try just about anything once… "Brady?"

"Yes?" He shifted so he could look at me.

"How do you feel about making some porn?"

Warning: A NSFW TF sequence is on the following six pages. Art is by Starvinartmajor.

A Naga's Pornstar Crush

Jade meets the hot herm naga pornstar she ended up transforming to look like. Neither of them have gotten to have sex with another naga and their friendly dinner takes a lewd turn.

A Naga's Pornstar Crush

It was just warm enough for me to go outside without wearing the special two-thousand-dollar covering that had been designed to protect my lower half from the chill of winter. Dead leaves that had been liberated from the snow and ice were caked in the gutters along the road. My tongue darted out bringing back the musty scent of those sopping leaves.

A gust of wind caused some of the stuck-together leaves to flake off and tumble down the street as my bus pulled up.

It took a good few seconds for the bus driver to realize she had to open the door to let me in. As I slithered up the stairs, her eyes widened until I wondered whether they were going to fall out of their sockets and roll across the floor. Ignoring her aghast expression, I pressed my bus pass against the reader until it gave a reassuring beep.

Hoping to snap the bus driver out of her shock, I said, "Good afternoon."

"G-good afternoon, ma'am." Her eyes darted toward the back of the bus. "Sir? Could you move to one of the empty seats further back to make some room?"

A man in a yellow-brown corduroy jacket looked up from the book he was reading, his eyes immediately going to my pornstar-sized bust. Then his eyes moved in jumps, up to my face, down my black pleated skirt, and across all fifteen feet of my tail.

He blushed as he got up and muttered, "Sorry, don't see many, um, whatever you are."

"I'm a naga," I said for the thousandth time.

The place he'd been sitting was a row of three seats connected to the wall of the bus that could be folded up to make room for wheelchairs. I sat on the third seat and wound my tail back and forth trying to get as much of it as possible under the seats so I wouldn't trip anyone.

The bus driver pulled away from the curb.

The man had the air of a Chinese ambassador and had the most perfect haircut I'd ever seen. "A naga, huh? How did you end up like that?" He leaned forward placing his forearms on the back of the gray heavy-duty plastic and metal divider that was in front of the first row of front-facing seats. His watch practically sparkled on his wrist now that it had been revealed to the daylight.

"I had an accident at an augmentation clinic." I would have given an answer that didn't lead to more questions, but this guy looked intimidatingly shrewd. My first guess was that he was a lawyer: his watch looked to be worth six months rent.

His brow furrowed in honest confusion. "If it was an accident, why didn't you get changed back?"

I blushed. "I actually like my body better this way."

"Well, you're the most unique augment I've ever seen."

"I get that a lot," I admitted. "I'm actually a bit anxious because this is my first time in Averten since the accident."

"Let me guess, you're from the south?"

"Yeah, it's the accent isn't it?"

He nodded. "It comes through loud and clear even though you've got a snout."

"People think I sound strange on the phone, my s's are a bit hissy because of my tongue."

He grinned. "It makes you sound a bit like a reptilian antagonist from a children's cartoon, but I like it."

"Glad you think sssso!" I milked that "s" for all it was worth.

Other people on the bus looked at me from the corners of their eyes while the guy I was talking to had a good laugh. Tilting his head, he asked, "You mentioned being anxious?"

"Yeah, everyone in my small college town knows I've changed and it's finally to the point where people on the street aren't doing a double take. I'm having to go through having people jump or look at me with shock all over again."

"Now I feel bad for singling you out." He looked down at the floor.

"No, it's fine." I settled into that calm conversation enjoying being treated like a normal person for once.

After getting off the bus, I took the subway downtown. All eyes were on me in the moderately clean, ancient, all-steel, subway car. Many of the people watching me had augments and were likely wondering how I afforded to get so much work done. Also, judging me for going "too far" with my augmentation. At least a couple of them were blushing and checking me out. One of them had cute floppy bunny ears and the other had a feline tail and ears.

I smiled at each of them and they turned away realizing they were staring. The moment I looked back down at my frilly pink blouse, I saw their heads turn back toward me. It would have been unfair of me to judge them for their fascination since my own fascination with a naga porn actress is what caused the accident that changed me.

That porn actress, Vixi, was popular enough to afford an apartment in downtown Averten, so I was sure there were a lot of people fixated on her. Other than the fact that I looked like her, I had no idea why she'd invited me to dinner. Part of me was worried she'd ask me to stop making porn using her look. Another part, the part that was winning, was wanting to masturbate for the third time today. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to entangle my body with hers, have her twin cocks inside me, and then fuck her in return.

Holding my slit shut to keep my pricks inside, I blushed. At this rate I was going to make a tent in my skirt and get even more looks. Oh how I wished I could just let it happen, let everyone know I was a herm. The tips of my dicks slipped out. Damnit! I was horny again!

I popped earbuds into the nondescript holes my ears had become. I had been worried not long after my change that my hearing would be affected, but my cobra-like hood actually directed sound into my new ears pretty well. In fact, if I angled my head and moved the muscles in my hood just right, my hearing was incredible. Eavesdropping on faraway conversations was a new guilty pleasure.

I distracted myself from the prying eyes, and my anxious giddiness about finally meeting Vixi, by listening to a podcast about using social media to promote one's porn business.

The podcast helped some, but I was feeling a draft under my skirt every time the doors opened which made me aware that the thin wrap I wore as underwear was wet with my own excitement. Which led me to fantasize about being exposed in public. I didn't make porn just for the money, I made porn because I adored the idea that people would get off from looking at my body, that they'd feel the way I did when I was watching Vixi cum on camera.

At the stop before mine, I put my dark brown leather purse-like backpack in my lap pressed down on my snatch through my skirt. I gasped softly and rolled my hips. I wanted someone to come and lift up my skirt, undo the buttons of my wrap, and make love to my pussy with their face.

Now there was a slight tent in my skirt. It was well hidden by my backpack for the time being, but if I let myself get much harder, my skirt would get pulled up along with my underwrap. I'd tried having a wrap that wasn't stretchy and kept my pricks in check when I got excited, but the pain of having my cock heads forced against tight restrictive fabric was unbearable. Plus, controlling myself in public was usually no problem.

Once my arousal got past a certain point, however, the more I thought about how I needed to calm down, the harder I got.

Six inches of my shafts were out of my slit when the doors opened for my stop. I got up and awkwardly held my bag in front of my crotch as I left the subway car.

Anyone peering from the side would realize I had something under my skirt and many of them would suspect what was actually there. Luckily, ascending the stairs that exited the station distracted me from lewd thoughts and by the time I was at the top my erections were almost under control.

As I was marveling at the intricate vine patterns in the black wrought iron railings that prevented people from falling into the staircase from the street, someone screamed. The source of the scream was a fifty-year-old man with grey just starting to show in his hair. He was gripping his chest and staring at me in abject horror. Unfortunately, a lot of people were afraid of snakes and the amount of fear tended to scale with the size of the snake. I'd long since figured out that trying to comfort these people was counterproductive, so I just said, "Sorry," and gave him a wide berth as I made my way down the street.

Someone stepped on my tail as I was staring up at the tall mottled brick buildings with deep-set windows. My wince in pain was accompanied by the perpetrator saying, "Oh! I'm so sorry!"

I didn't bother to look back at them. The sooner I was off this crowded, but charming, street, the better. The trees that lined the street were protected by ornate wrought iron cages.

After two more people tripped and stepped on my tail and I'd made a couple turns, I was in front of Vixi's building. With my heart beating so fast its individual beats were a blur, I texted her, "I'm here!"

"Whoa! You're twenty minutes early."

"Didn't want to get lost and end up late. I can find a coffee shop or something nearby and wait if you're not ready to have me," I sent back.

"No, it's fine as long as you don't mind helping me chop up some mushrooms."

"I'd be happy to help," I sent.

"Fantastic! On my way down."

When I finally saw her on the other side of the door, my eyes got wet. She was as beautiful as ever and her smile was as honest as they came. Her plum-colored satin v-neck was so low cut that I could see the curve on the underside of her breasts and her matching skirt was a bit shorter than mine. Holding the door open for me as I slithered inside, she looked me over from the top of my scaly head to the end of my tail.

The old cast iron staircase to my right was caked in many layers of black paint, but still managed to look stately.

After closing the door, she said, "Right and then it's the third door down."

The old wooden doors had even more character than the rest of the building. Somehow, the decades of nicks and scratches had only added to their appeal. I moved to the side to let her access her door and the moment we were both inside, she said, "I'm so glad you got the color wrong."

"Me too, if I looked exactly like you, I'd feel even worse than I already do." I frowned. My red was much deeper than her pinkish-red. I'd probably gotten the color wrong due to the flamboyant lighting of the bar scene I was thinking of when I transformed.

"At first, I was pissed that you stole my look, but then I read the article about what happened to you and I was an emotional wreck for a couple days."

I tilted my head and met her eyes, "Emotional wreck?"

"I was so angry: at you, the reporter for portraying you as a pervert, and the oafish pig of a pop psychologist who they let diagnose you with some over-hyped disorder just for wanting what you wanted." She shook her head. "And amongst all that anger, I remembered all the shit I went through after I chose to have my whole body done."

"I can only imagine what you went through. Full-body augments were less popular back then."

"Hey! No making me feel old, I'm not even thirty-five yet." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"S-sorry." I cringed.

She laughed. "I kid, I kid."

"Oh!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I bet you've gone through just as much shit as I have. Times have changed, but not that much," she said.

"I've been worrying about this meeting for a while and I have to ask, are we good? I kinda stole your identity and became a competitor in the same industry. If you want us to stop making videos, we will." My jaw clenched with worry. This was it, if she said she wanted us to stop, my main source of income for paying off my college loans, and the fines from my unlicensed full-body augmentation, would be gone.

She sighed and pinched at the scales between her eyes. "I no longer have a beef with you, but the other part, I'm not sure. You seem like a genuinely nice person, so I'm less apprehensive than I was before. Honestly, I don't even know if I could stop you if I wanted to."

"I would stop if you asked me to, period." I held up my hands as if to surrender.

"That means a lot…Okay, things got way way too heavy for you just entering my home. How about you help me finish dinner and then we dive back into the deep stuff?"

"O-okay." I looked at the floor.

"Are you a hugger?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Putting her arms around me, she said, "You look like you really need a hug."

I hugged her back feeling our massive tits squish against each other. The touch of her scales, her curves, was like getting a bucket of lust dumped on me. I'd spent so much time lusting after her that my body didn't know how else to react.

She tightened the hug. "Mmm. This is nice."

I pleaded with my cocks to stay put, but they were pressing against her before I could extract myself from the hug. My heart sunk when she suddenly let go and backed away.

"I should've known that would happen," she said, staring at the rise in my skirt.

I turned away, "Sorry."

"Were you hoping to fuck me during this visit?" she asked.

My jaw hung open for a moment before I said, "A-are you sure you want me to answer that?"

She nodded and then grinned. "I'm a porn star. I can handle it."

"In most of my fantasies concerning you, I'm the one getting fucked first. Then we switch." I blushed deepening the red on my cheeks.

She laughed. "I like the way you think."

I looked away from her shyly.

Clapping her hands, she said, "Let's get dinner going." She pointed at the area of her white-tiled countertop next her deep stainless steel sink where a cutting board with some portobello caps was sitting. "The mushrooms are on the counter. Cut them into quarter-inch slices while I pound down the stromboli dough for the second rise."

"Were you planning to cook with me all along?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually. I find the best way to get to know someone is to collaborate with them. If you were a jerk, you'd try to get out of it, and if you were a creep, you'd have me on a pedestal so high that you'd go out of your way to try and impress me with every task."

"Doesn't telling me how you rate people invalidate your test?" I asked as I washed my hands in the sink.

As she pulled a stainless steel bowl out of her warming drawer and set it on the counter, she said, "You're not a jerk because you care about my feelings and you're not a creep because you didn't try to grope me the first time I touched you."

"Huh, I can only imagine the other traits you're looking for," I said.

"Don't worry yourself, this is going well already. If you get on my nerves, I'll let you know."

I picked up the knife. "Are the mushrooms washed?"

"Yep! All you gotta do is cut them."

"Perfect," I said and started slicing.

She hummed as she pounded down the dough and kneaded it a bit. Then she put it back in a bowl and put it in the warming drawer of her oven.

"Are you humming the intro song to my porn videos?" I asked her.

She turned around, a deep blush on her face. "It's really catchy."

"Wait, how many of my videos have you watched?"

"A few," she said in a non-committal way as she grabbed the nonstick frying pan that was sitting on her drying rack.

Now I was blushing. Of course she'd watched them. How could she not? She was clearly into her own body and I was close enough it was probably a bit like watching herself have sex. I didn't know how to continue the conversation from there, so I worked to finish up cutting the mushrooms.

She set the frying pan on the stove and then got a bag of Italian mix shredded cheese out of the fridge. Measuring out the cheese, she added it to a bowl of meat she'd prepared. My tongue was slipping out to taste the air frequently now that all the smells of cooking were surrounding me.

After she stirred the cheese in, she said, "I hope you like mushrooms and pork. I have vegetarian beef crumbles in case you don't eat meat."

"That Italian sausage smells amazing. Did you spice the ground pork yourself or did you buy it pre-made?"

"I spiced it myself. I grow my own fresh basil in the living room window," she said.

"Mushrooms are done," I said feeling a bit of pride about my neat slices.

"Throw them in the pan."

I did so using the knife to push them off the cutting board. "I've never had mushrooms in stromboli before, but I haven't had much stromboli. I'm looking forward to trying it."

"It's to die for. Mushrooms taste incredible with fats, so the cheese and the meat both go very well with them." She tossed some spices and a bit of oil into the pan as the mushrooms started to sizzle. Then she motioned for me to move closer. "Come keep me company while I push some recently dead fungus around in this pan."

I laughed as I moved up next to her right side. "That's the worst way you could have said that."

She chuckled. "I thought that would get a laugh out of you."

In the few seconds while she worked to stir the pan, my mind wandered back to her earlier admission. "So, when you watched my porn, were you hate watching it or did you actually like it?"

"I've never understood hate watching. If something gives me strong negative feels, I don't subject myself to it."

"But you're not sure if you're okay with me continuing to use what is essentially your image to make money?" I asked trying to distract myself and her from the fact that my pricks and pussy were getting excited all over again. In my mind's eye, she was stroking and fingering herself while watching Brady fuck me with his big meaty horsecock. It was almost too much.

"You're using the money to pay off school loans, right?"

"Yeah, actually," I said.

She flipped a bunch of the mushroom slices over and then looked me in the eye. "How about this? Once we get the stromboli in the oven, you tell me, in your own words, how you ended up transforming to look like me. I'm honestly still a bit creeped out by it, but I've also watched a lot of your porn, so I have some very mixed feelings that I'm trying to untangle."

"Sorry again for what happened." I looked away unable to endure the weight of her gaze.

"The apology in your email was more than enough. It's the reason why you're here, actually."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "It was very thoughtful and came at the right time."

"I figured if I didn't reach out to you, all you'd have for reference was bad reporting." I moved back to give her some room as she shut off the burner and lifted up the pan.

When she poured the mushrooms in with the meat, she said, "I feel bad about not contacting you sooner. I honestly didn't know what to feel for a good while there."

I sighed. "Neither did I."

Setting the pan down, she wrapped her tail around mine encircling it in a scaly hug. "You seemed so scared the first time I saw you on the news. Your frown after the reporter asked how your change would affect your plans for the future still makes my heart ache."

"I was terrified." I didn't deserve her kindness. Ever since the change, I'd felt like I'd stolen something from her. She had done all this to become unique and she must have put a lot of work into planning what she'd look like after the change.

"I was angry." She grabbed a pair of glass baking dishes from under the cupboard and sprayed them with cooking spray before putting half the dough in each. "But I still felt for you."

As she started spreading out the dough in one pan, I moved up and spread out the dough in the other. She smiled at the fact I'd caught on to what she'd want help with next. I further entangled our tails fascinated by the complex arrangement of scales and muscles as we made each side of a double helix. "I only knew you from your porn and was worried you'd start a legal battle with me or something."

"Wow, I'm glad I'm not that petty." Her tail squeezed mine.

"Me too." I squeezed back.

Her tongue was sampling the air more frequently now. "Are you getting wet again?"

I blushed and started to untangle my tail from hers. "Whoops." My body was doing its own thing, as it often did. Sometimes I wondered if I'd envisioned myself as an oversexed being during my transformation and made it a reality.

She resisted my attempt to untangle wrestling my tail with hers. "If the price if this amazing tail cuddling is you getting wet, I'm willing to pay it."

The wrestling of our tails, the twitching of her muscles against mine, was too much and I moaned as I struggled to keep my cocks inside.

"That was a very sexy moan," she said as she broke an egg and dumped it into the filling.

My tongue caught her own arousal in the air. It was a lot like mine, but spicier, and made my nipples tingle madly. "Seems that got us both worked up."

"Feels good to have company when you're worked up, doesn't it?" I could see the grin on the side of her snout as she stirred the egg in.

What was I supposed to say to that? I furrowed my brow. Was she coming on to me? Damn! My cocks were refusing to cooperate!

"Popping boners, are we?" she teased.

"Gah!" That was it, inches spilled out stretching my wrap and tenting my skirt. Our tongues were sampling the air every second.

She looked at the tent in my skirt before she poured the filling on top of the part of the dough that was lining the bottom of our baking pans. "You're adorably easy to tease, you know that?"

"Y-yeah," I panted out, still trying to get control of my libido.

Covering the filling with the flap of dough she'd draped over the edge of the pan, she said, "If it gets too tight, just go nude, okay?"

"What!?" I balked before pulling the dough over the top of the filling on my pan.

"Honey, it's not like those clothes are hiding anything I haven't already seen and touched. I've got my own set, remember?" She folded the dough along the edges making a seal. Then she took a small knife and cut slits in the top.

Panic and arousal fought inside me as I struggled to make the fine movements required to crimp the edge of the dough.

It was getting way too tight in my crotch and it didn't help that I could smell she was quite wet herself. I could practically taste her. Where I had a hint of fresh fig, she had a hint of apricot. Our scents were fantastic together! I tried not to think of us fucking as destiny, but I was stuck in my feedback loop of knowing I shouldn't get more horny which made me more horny.

"You're looking mighty uncomfortable, there," she said as she put the pans in the oven.

Maybe I'd never learn how to traverse the slippery slope that was my arousal. My wrap was being stretched to its limit. As I washed my hands, she grinned at the bounce my throbbing cocks were adding to my skirt. I moved away from the sink so she could wash her hands.

Shutting off the water, she said, "You can get off in my bathroom if this is making you uncomfortable."

Biting my lip, carefully because I had fangs, I reached down and unsnapped the buttons of my skirt. They ran all the way down so I could just pull the thing off without having to work it off my tail. My wrap was the same and my hands shook as I unbuttoned it for her greedy eyes. As my dicks and snatch were exposed to the hot moist air of her kitchen, I hissed in relief.

"I'm gonna have to remember not to tease you. You're at full mast!" There was a bit of pride in her smile. She grabbed a paper towel from a dispenser underneath the cupboard next to the sink and handed it to me. "Here, so you can deal with your little trail of girlcum."

My big, puffy, needy, pussy twitched at her mention of its wetness. Wiping at it in a way that didn't make me even moister was a challenge, but after a few sharp moans, I had things more or less under control.

"Why don't we cuddle on my couch while you tell me your story?" She started heading into her living room which was through an archway with dark wood molding along it. The molding had a simple vine pattern in it that ran the entire length.

As I followed her, I picked up my lower garments and said, "I don't know, every time I tell it nowadays, I get really…excited…if you catch my drift."

"I'm not sure how you could get more excited than you already are, but if I'm feeling uncomfortable, I'll let you know. So far, it's like watching myself get worked up in the mirror and it's kinda fun." She laid back on the couch taking up its entire length and still having several feet of her tail run off the end and across the floor. Such was the way of nagas. If we didn't coil up on ourselves, we took up a ton of space.

I let her pull me up against her. I was laying slightly further down the couch so my scaly hood was against her cleavage. Her crotch was warm against the small of my back. Her scent filled my every breath and my tongue was still excitedly darting out of my mouth. My cocks stood at attention bouncing with my heartbeat. I resisted the urge to touch myself because she hadn't said it would be okay for me to just start going at it while laying against her.

A deep greed grew in me as we entwined our tails. This was nice, but I wanted us to get rid of the layers of clothing still separating our scales.

To distract myself from the wants of my body, I began to tell her my unabridged account of how I ended up looking like her. It actually allowed me to relax a bit at first because I had to introduce my friends and the situation that Gill had gotten us into as well as Brady and his "fuck the rules" attitude.

When I mentioned Brady's idea to trick the augmentation clinic into doing an equine augment of his cock, Vixi said, "Wow, he's extra."

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't know why I find it so charming."

"Bad boys get away with so much, don't they?" She chuckled.

"Or, in his case, they get caught and have to do some community service," I said.

"I thought both of you got off with fines, I didn't know he got community service."

"We both did, actually. The owner decided that fines weren't enough. I didn't mind it too much because I felt like it was destigmatizing for people to see me out helping the community. Brady was pissed the whole time, but I'm afraid what sorts of things he'd do if he never ran into consequences."

"I know some people like that." She idly stroked my hood making me coo and conform to her front.

We silently basked in each other's warmth for a couple minutes. My erections had retreated, my pussy was only a little moist and what we were doing felt like normal, if not extremely intimate, cuddling.

Eventually, I started telling the story again, but she stopped me after I said, "So, I kinda had to run to the bathroom and masturbate after touching Gill's new tail."

"That's all it took? Touching his tail?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking about what your tail would feel like."

She tightened her tail around mine. "Wow, so you've always had a hair trigger for horniness?"

"No, I only really started having trouble once I found herm stuff."

"Did you realize you wanted to be one before you changed?"

"For, maybe a year prior, I fantasized about having a pussy almost every day and sometimes squeezed my chest trying to simulate the sensation of having breasts. I think if I hadn't changed when I did, I would have saved up and gone in for gender augmentation eventually. Of course, I didn't realize it at the time," I said.

"Huh, it was the same for me, actually, though I got to the point where I decided to get changed and you just kinda fell into it."

"Yeah, how graphic do you want me to be about my transformation when I get to that part?"

"If you're comfortable telling me all the naughty details, I wanna hear them." She ran her fingers over where my breast connected to my side in a way entirely different from how she'd touched me up until now: she was pressing harder, almost like a massage, but something about it made my exposed crotch dampen.

My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I tried to decide whether to mention her sensual touching. She knew I wanted to have sex with her, so I figured she was just teasing me for fun. I knew how fun it was to be lusted after and was glad she was enjoying herself.

Her hands didn't need any encouragement. As I described getting set up for the procedure, they moved up under my shirt and bra so she could fondle by bare bosom. When I mentioned the pleasure of my tail coming in, she took my nipples between her fingers. I gasped and bucked against her front tasting her arousal in the air. Each time I stopped, she told me to keep telling my tale. By the time I got to the part where I was describing the immense pleasure of my pussy coming in, her hands were making their way down my belly closer and closer to my snatch. Before they could reach my pussy, my pricks pushed out of their slit blocking the way.

As I described my first female orgasm, her hands went right past my cocks without even the slightest touch and found their target. My storytelling stopped cold as I shuddered in her embrace, her fingers tracing over my swollen vulva just shy of the wet cleft in the center. I clenched my eyes shut and cried out when she put the palm of her left hand against my mound and let me grind against it.

My sopping sex was making a slick, but she just kept rubbing, kept making my eyes clench and my body writhe against her. Then her palm was gone and the cool air of the room was once again kissing my cunt.

I tried to look back at her so I could read her face, but she grabbed me around the middle and held me against her. As I attempted to ask her about her intensions, I felt her tail untangle from mine and, before I knew what was happening, she was shoving the end of it inside me. I'd had my own tail in there numerous times, but someone else's tail? Never. I had no control over the undulations she made with it and she entered me as fast as I could tolerate it.

While I was moaning and sputtering against her, she pulled off my top and bra. Her hands groped my full breasts as she said, "Want me to get naked?"

"Oh yes!" I moaned out.

"Well, turn around and undress me, then." She ran her forked tongue against the backside of my hood.

As I moved my tail under me so I could roll off the couch to turn around, she pushed more of her tail inside me stretching me wide open with her girth. I moved in spasms, caught in throes of ecstasy, as I positioned myself to undress her. She lifted her torso up allowing me to easily free her of her top and bra. The moment her breasts fell free, I pressed my snout against them. Their warmth permeated my scales and their enormity made my shafts painfully hard.

I'd gotten the idea for my wrap from her, so her skirt and last remaining undergarment were easily removed. How she'd managed to keep her dicks at bay was beyond me and when I tried to move my head down to lick at her cock slit, she grabbed my head and shoved against her snatch.

"Look at how wet you made me. Clean it up!" She smeared her wetness across my face.

It was like we were in one of her videos. She was usually in control, taking pleasure as she pleased. I gladly licked into her as she brought my pussy to the brink of orgasm by twisting her tail inside me.

She bucked her hips, I enjoyed her spice cookie taste. No pussy I'd ever played with had been this sweet.

Then there was a rush like sticking your head out of a car window on a sweltering day. Ecstasy that was both heat and light caused me to fall backwards. She caught me, wrapping me in her body, pulling me against her front once again. As I rode out my orgasm, she ground against my back, pricks slipping out of her, pressing up against me.

The more of her erections I felt, the more desperate I was to have them inside me. When I tried to turn around, to get my pussy into position, she held me tight and said, "I don't think you want them enough, yet."

"Please! I need them!" Words were getting difficult to grab on to.

"I'll let you turn around, but I want to try something before I shove my cocks in you."

"Okay! Anything!" I bit my lip and took a deep breath so I wouldn't just jump her when she let me go.

The moment I felt her coils loosen, I rolled so I was facing her. This brought our cocks into contact and she reached down to manipulate them so all four of our members were rubbing against each other. She gasped and said, "Oooh! Snake cock scissoring feels fantastic!"

It did, it really did. I couldn't speak, I just basked in the complex sensation of her throbbing flesh against my own. We started thrusting of our own accord and that soon devolved into wrestling.

We slithered around each other, each trying to rub against the other harder. When we rolled off of the couch and onto the floor, we entwined our entire bodies trying to constrict each other into submission. It seemed the goal was to make it so one of us was completely unable to move. She had far more experience with it and eventually had herself coiled around me several times.

As I stared into her eyes, horny and needy on a level beyond comprehending. She moved her hips back. One of her shafts pressed between my labia as it slid down.

When the tip of that shaft was making its way across my engorged snatch, she grabbed her lengths with one hand and pulled them together. In her eyes, I saw a glorious flash of dominance before she entered me with both at once. I'd never had anything like that inside me and I gasped so hard that I started coughing.

She waited for my coughing to subside before kissing me and shoving forward. The more I opened for her, the more I felt the slight pinch of the tight space between her pricks, the more I hissed and twitched in her full-body grasp.

"This is un-fucking-believeable!" she exclaimed as she got the last inch in me. "You took all of me!"

I was so close to another orgasm that I forgot language existed. Instead of replying, I ground mindlessly against her. She moaned and loosened her grip on me just enough that we could thrust against each other.

As she pummeled my passage, we rolled around on the floor, twisting our bodies around each other and grabbing at each other with our hands.

This went on until she had my front pressed down against the cold slate of her living room floor and was thrusting into me from the side. I felt utterly crushed by the weight of the pleasure, completely unprepared for its intensity. So much of our bodies were touching, all that hot scaly skin and muscle caught in a dance of ecstatic contractions. A heavy tingling filled my belly as my body tensed in breathless expectation of my release.

I scraped my claws against the stone as a mind-blowing orgasm hit me. My hiss became a bestial cry of pleasure. Having my nipples pressed up against the unyielding stone beneath them added a satisfying edge to to the ecstasy.

Holding me there she pounded me until I came again, and then she breathed out, "Want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes! Do it!" I begged.

One more thrust from her, a thrust she leaned into hard enough to make us scoot across the floor, and both of her shafts got thicker with pulsing waves running up their lengths. Her heat spilled into me combatting the chill from the stone, one spurt at a time. I came again, my voice hoarse from yelling.

She hissed and gasped and groaned as she filled me till her sticky torrent spilled out of me.

We slid our scales against each other, forming an embrace in a way only two nagas could as we rode out a near-comatose afterglow. Neither of us spoke until a few minutes later when she said. "How about we share? I'm in some of your porn videos, you're in some of mine. We can get our viewers to cross-populate and hopefully both of us will make more money in the long run."

I grinned showing my teeth. I hadn't smiled that wide in months. "Sure! Brady does our administrative stuff, so you can work out the business end of things with him."

"Sounds good." She nuzzled my cheek. "So, I'm still wet, wanna start the second round?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" She grabbed my half-erect shafts and started stroking.

Her pricks had only gone down slightly and she shifted her hips from side to side teasing my snatch as she went about getting me hard again. I grunted and wiggled against her, my heart starting to race. I was astounded by how much energy she had.

The maddening scent of her sex was soon the only thing I could think about. I twisted and pulled off of her pricks as I put mine at her entrance. She grabbed them and hooked her tail around me forcing me to plunge into her. Of course, she wasn't the type to beg, I thought as I was enveloped by her damp hot tunnel.

Hilting myself in her, my eyes clamped shut and I let out a deep moan. I'd only ever put both my cocks into toys and feeling them rub against each other while surrounded by an actual cunt nearly got me off on its own. Even though she was trying to speed things up, I had to go slow to regain my composure.

Instead of trying to wrestle her, I cradled her in my sinuous body and shared passionate kisses with her. Our tongues could play games similar to those of our bodies and we fascinated ourselves with the infinite arrangements of their slick dextrous lengths.

I used my hands and my claw-like nails to tease at her huge tits: I used my weight to press down on them, I dug my claws in just enough to make her gasp, and flicked her nipples. Each bit of affection I gave them, caused her to clench around me and squeeze my cocks against each other. My whole body burned with exertion and I panted hotly through my nostrils as we traversed each other's mouths, careful of our sharp fangs. It was all too much, a tight knot of fire behind my cocks raged as I tried to hold back my release.

By the time her moans became sharper and higher-pitched, I was pretty desperate. I broke the kiss to admit, "I'm close!"

"Go for it!" she cheered.

There was no stopping it. A chain of surges from from the end of my tail to the tips of my cocks hit me with potent pleasure as I exploded inside her. My cum came out so hard that my pricks tingled. I pressed my breasts against hers and clung to her as I rode out my orgasm. A bit of pride welled up in me as my seed spilled out of her having taken up all the available space already.

Determined to cum with me, she gyrated her hips and made my phalluses shift every which way while bouncing on them. The last bounce ended with her mashed up against me, forcing me in as far as possible.

Her mouth flew open and she screeched in blissful release. If I could have orgasmed again, her passage milking my dicks would have done it. I was helpless against her, hanging onto her as if we'd been thrown into the middle of a squall.

Now that we'd both gotten off both ways, we cuddled for ages in a lazy tangle of scales.

As we recovered from the stupor of afterglow, we felt along each other's bodies showing appreciation and affection for our forms. With her hand idly groping my left breast, she said, "Want to have a sleep over?"

"Let me guess, you have lots more positions you want to try?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"I'd love that, I feel amazing right now."

"Honestly, I've never felt better."

I nodded. "Therapists told me many times to learn to love myself, but I think we just did one better and made love with ourselves."

"It's like being able to hop through the mirror and sex up your reflection…Narcissism at its finest."

"But you're better than my reflection. My reflection would never be as dominant as you were earlier."

She grinned. "And my reflection and I would be too busy fighting to see who's the top to get around to having sex."

"Heh, I guess we're going to make a good match in porn, then."

She pinched one of my nipples making me squirm and fidget. "Whatever you say, sister."

I blushed drastically darkening the pink of my hood.

"Oh my God! You're just a big pile of kinks aren't you?" she teased.

"Says the first herm naga porn star in the entire world," I shot back.

"Shut up!" she pushed me playfully.

"Make me!" I said before pulling my cocks out of her and speeding toward her bedroom.

Warning: A NSFW TF sequence is on the following two pages. Art is by Tiliquain.

Brady’s Conundrum

Something odd has happened to Brady. All these years, he thought he was okay just being a guy, but Jade's shown him there's an option he hadn't considered. Growing up is partly about doing what's best for yourself despite society's expectations, and after saving a small fortune, Brady's ready to take a drastic transformative step to be in a body that fits him better.

Part 1

A horizontal death beam of sun was reflecting off of the third-story windows on High Street right into my eyes. My sunglasses weren't doing shit about the glare because I forgot to buy polarized ones to replace my previous pair. Closing my eyes when I didn't need to see the eclectic storefronts and food trucks of Oldtown helped me avoid going blind. I didn't need to see where I was going and people were avoiding me because I wasn't exactly walking straight.

A bottle of bubblegum schnapps hid in its paper bag while I swallowed mouthfuls like the college-aged idiot I was. My death grip on the neck of the bottle crumpled the bag between my fingers as I fought to keep the foul liquid down. There probably wasn't an alcoholic beverage I liked less.

I figured I didn't have the impulse control to stop myself from buying booze to medicate my depression so I'd used what willpower I had to buy something I couldn't bring myself to drink.

That plan was going over like, well, bubblegum schnapps. Schnapps was typically used to flavor other drinks and I couldn't think of any flavor that I'd want to put with bubblegum. Who thought this was a good idea? The only situation I wanted to taste bubblegum in was when I was chewing on bubblegum and even then almost any other flavor was better!

But I deserved this gag-inducing burning liquid. I deserved the headache I was getting from drinking so much so fast.

I was such a trash person. Right now, I hated Jade for being a fucking herm naga! She had breasts, big beautiful scaly breasts that people wanted to squeeze, tease, and nuzzle. I was just a human with a horsecock: a party trick. Even though I'd saved up to have more done, I was a coward.

But the magical pink liquid in this bottle could change that! Well, kinda. Another swig made everything better in the worst way. Sometimes people called alcohol liquid courage, but that name was inaccurate. Drunkenness was when emotions became actions without all the annoying steps between. It muddled all the normal thoughts about what one's family and friends would think. To someone sufficiently drunk, stupid impulsiveness was indistinguishable from courage. I couldn't fool my sober self, but my drunk self? He was gullible as fuck.

When my not-so-aimless wandering brought me to the front of "Yttrium Augmentation Parlor," my face felt heavy and my vision blurred. It was a building covered in pinkish-gray-painted wooden siding with white accents. LED lighting lit up the doorway like it was the portal to another world. What I wanted was just through that door…I balled up my fist, I wasn't going to cry! No, I was going to do something about it! I was gonna go in there and do what I was too chickenshit to do when sober. I dumped the rest of the awful schnapps in the gutter and then chucked the bottle into the public recycling bin just outside the door. Good riddance!

I stopped just short of the door. What would Jade think? She had no idea I felt wrong in my body or that I was about to get augmented. I swallowed hard. No, I had to worry about that later, after I did this. Who knew if I'd ever get up the courage to tell her? If I didn't get changed right now, I might never get up the courage to do it again or even talk about it. We'd work it out, that's how it had to be. I pulled open one of the the heavy glass-and-steel doors and walked inside.

One thing about drinking regularly is that you get pretty good at acting sober. It took some concentration, but I managed to stroll up to the reception desk without swaying.

There was a guy with long floppy black-and-white-spotted dog ears behind the desk who said, "Welcome to Yttrium Augmentation Parlor. How may we be of service?"

"I'd like to get a few augments. Nothing big," I said as I stared at the polished plate of hammered bronze behind the reception area. It did look really good on the rose-tinted white wall, but I was staring at it more to avoid the guy's eyes in case I was bloodshot.

He handed me a pad and I put in the augments I wanted and gave him my credit card. After all that was said and done, I was sitting in the waiting room scrolling through twitter while trying to hide all the porn in my stream from the patients near me. There were like five people ahead of me—I was lucky that I'd still gotten in without an appointment. Drunk and horny was totally a thing for me and I was struggling to keep my broad cock head in my sheath. Struggling to avoid making a scene was better than dwelling on what I was about to do and chickening out.

Fuck! Jade's new photo set with Vixi was hot! Coiled in each other's long naga bodies, fucking like the queens of sex they were and…wow had they figured out some fantastic mutual penetration positions. Damn! I needed to try getting between them sometime. My thick prick sliding down my pant leg, pressed up against my thigh, felt so good! Someone sat next to me and I put my phone right atop the bulge in my cargo pants in an attempt to hide it.

The art in this room was all copper etchings of different seed pods. Just before I'd scanned across all the ones I could see from my seat, a nurse walked in and called, "Brady?"

The room lurched when I stood up and I had to grab the armrest of my seat to steady myself. This nurse had a long blue dragon tail and fan-like dragon ears. When I got up to her, she turned letting her tail drift elegantly behind her and walked me through the swinging double doors saying, "Just three more doors and it's on the left side."

"Okay," I said.

She stopped outside the room and motioned for me to go in, "After you!" Her face was very angular, so her dragon accents fit perfectly. She was so clinical that I didn't know whether she was sexy. I loved her tail, but she was acting pretty aloof. I probably wasn't her type.

She flicked a switch outside the room and I saw a blue light turn on above the door as I walked in. The moment she was inside, she closed the door and said, "Have a seat."

Being seated in the augmentation room got my heart to pick up its pace.

"Tell me, mister O'Malley, are you drunk?" she asked as she stood by the door.

"N-no," I said starting to sweat.

She put on a too-perfect smile. "It's okay, you don't seem to be over the legal limit and we aren't the police, but we do turn away clientele who are obviously under the influence when they make the decision to seek out our services."

"What? You're going to turn me away?" I balked.

"It's nothing personal, I assure you. We're just trying to prevent chargebacks and refunds."

The tears, I managed to hold them back, the break in my voice and slight sob was a different story. "No, listen…please, it took all I had to get up the courage to go through with this. I chose small changes so I could try them out."

"Small changes, you say?" She waved her badge over a little grey box next to the keyboard and moved the monitor arm closer to her. A minute later, she said, "I'm sorry, mister O'Malley. Breasts are a larger change than you suspect. These B-cups would be easy to hide, but you'd have to start wearing bras, you wouldn't be able to go shirtless in public anymore, and you seem to want them to lactate when you get really aroused? That was a very expensive extra. We get chargebacks on that sort of thing all the time. We'll keep you on file with the changes you want. If you come back sober, we'll move you to the head of the line, it's the least we can do."

"Fucking hell!" I put my hands over my mouth and looked at her shocked face wondering what to do next.

"How about I just let you stay in here a bit so you can calm down?" She started walking toward the door.

A sudden burst of anger got me to make a fist, but then I was fighting tears again. "I'm sorry I swore. Please let me try to explain."

She hesitated and then grabbed the computer chair from a desk that looked at the augmentation loom and brought it up in front of me. "I won't say I have a lot of time, but I'm willing to listen to what you have to say."

"I'm probably going to be a bit lewd and a bit crass, is that okay?"

"Trust me, I'm a healthcare professional, you can't shock me."

"Good." I cleared my throat and tried to untangle my drunken thoughts. "I'm from a small southern town and all my life, my family has praised me for my outstanding performance of 'all American male' and, in high school, I punched people who challenged that act. My girlfriend is a herm naga."

"What?" She blinked.

"Like a snake human hybrid with a snake tail instead of legs. And—"

"She's very well equipped downstairs, I'm following now. Read about her in the news." She nodded in my direction. "Do go on."

Everything I thought of to say next was pretty pornographic, but I continued anyway. "I didn't start to figure out who I was until I found myself sucking both of Jade's dicks three nights a week." I blushed bright red.

Her eyes went wide.

"Sorry, so sorry, TMI?"

"Wow, both?" She shook her head and then put her professional smile back on. "Where are you going with this?"

I paused for a moment trying to reformulate what I was gonna say next, but I figured it wasn't worse than what I'd just said. "Now it's true that I could be straight and cis even if I suck cock because some women have cocks, after all. But after spending so much time with Jade, I don't feel like 'straight' and 'male' fit me anymore. I feel like I'm, I don't know, more like her?"

While she took a long pause, my heart raced. She just had this blank look. Had I said something inappropriate? Would she see that I was a loser whose only chance at doing this was if he was drunk? Shit! What was I doing? I was such a fool to think that she'd understand, that anyone would. I started getting out of my seat. "Sorry for wasting your time."

"Bethany," she said before I was fully out of my seat. Her face was still hard to read, but she had a slight frown.

I sat because I wasn't sure what else to do. "I'm assuming that's a person?"

"Yes, my cousin. He, at the time, she, now, didn't realize she was trans until she was in her mid twenties. We get lots of trans people here, but none of them reminded me of Bethany as much as you do."

"Oh, am I a lot like her in some way?"

She said, "Very similar personalities and coping mechanisms."

"Did the realization freak her out? Because I've been freaking out for a couple months," I said.

She nodded. "Yeah, she once told me she felt like the world was spinning too fast and if she didn't drink, she'd get flung off of it."

"Whoa, it's like she stole the words right out of my mouth."

"Getting small breasts, a bit of face feminization along with your horse tail and ears makes sense. Maybe you gotta try it out before you'll know for sure." She was actually smiling now. I felt like I'd accomplished something.

"So you're going to let me get the procedure done?" I asked.

"Well, that depends. Does Jade know you're getting this done? Number two reason for having a procedure undone is the significant other not liking the changes."

"What's the number one reason?"

"Impulse buy. Think about the regret people feel after getting a tattoo on impulse and then multiply that by a million. I doubt you're gonna regret it, but I would feel better if I knew that you'd at least discussed this with Jade. I'm going out on a limb here for you and I want to know how sturdy that limb is." She crossed her arms.

It was like someone had shoved a garden hoe into my abdomen. This nurse, it said "Trudy" on her nametag, Trudy trusted me. Was I really going to lie to her face? The longer I paused, the more she'd think I was lying. I didn't have time for moral reasoning. "It'll be a bit of a surprise since sh knew I was interested, but not when I'd get it done. She's very supportive of it."

She went back to working on the computer. "Okay, then. I see here that you already have a very large equine sexual augmentation."

"That's a mouthful, can we just call it a horsecock?" I asked.

"Absolutely," she said without missing a beat. "You also report that you experienced arousal during your previous augmentation process. Do you expect you'll be getting an erection during the procedure?"

I blushed bright red and started getting hard again simply thinking about what was about to happen. Somehow the fact she knew I had a big ol horse cock made me horny. "Y-yes."

"Thanks for being honest with me. It's a perfectly natural reaction to augmentation and there's no reason to be embarrassed. That said, I want you to try and keep your arousal at bay. I'd prefer not to have extra clean up after the procedure. I'm gonna get a gown that has an opening in the front." She got up.

"I should be fine, but maybe you should bring a bucket just in case?"

She sighed. "I'm assuming you're also unusually…productive?"

I nodded sheepishly. My dick spilled out of its sheath as I squirmed on the seat.

Her eyes traced the outline of my shaft in my pants. "I'll be back with a bucket and a gown. Please calm your horse bits if you can."

"I'll try." I promised as I watched her gorgeous scaly blue tail leave the room.

In the five-ish minutes she was gone, I bargained, pleaded, and even tried some relaxation techniques to get my stiffy to go away. None of it worked because my mind was stuck on the fact that I was about to get breasts. Being this horny and nervous was making me throb and feel tight all over.

Trudy knocked on the door and then opened it a second later. Her eyes easily found a foot of horse meat going down my pant leg. "Here's your gown." She handed me a gown decorated with black and white illustrations of bicycles. "And here's a bag to put your clothes in. You can just leave your shoes under your chair."

Taking the orange plastic bag from her hand, I said, "Thanks."

"Just knock on the door when you're finished changing."

After she closed the door behind her, I peeled off my pants and boxers only to be confronted with my raging erection. It was now at its full size, nearly a foot and a half long and hanging heavily between my legs. I reached under it and pulled it up so I could lick off the bit of pre that was collecting at the tip. Was it bad that I couldn't get enough of my own horse cum? I nuzzled the head and then licked across it a few times. It was a ridiculous size, I couldn't even get my hand fully around its girth, but I'd grown to love it.

After letting my prick down gently, I pulled my red-and-orange striped polo shirt over my head and put my clothes into the bag. Then I put on the gown and unbuttoned the front a bit so my dick could poke through. The back was mostly open so my tail could get added without issue.

Before I went to knock on the door and let Trudy know she could come in, I lifted my dick back up to my lips with the intension of making sure it was free of pre. Instead, I started making out with it, licking at the cum hole, nibbling at my flare, and reaching under my gown to grope my fist-sized balls with my other hand. The moment I was moaning around my shaft with the whole head of my cock stuffed in my mouth, I stopped. She'd mentioned that she didn't have a lot of time. If I made her wait till I got off, she might have to leave before I got breasts.

Holding my erection in my left hand, I knocked on the door with my right. My blush got painful as I backed away from the door and she entered the room.

The moment she saw my penis, she hurried to close the door behind her. "Wow, that's really something."

"Sorry, I couldn't get it to calm down," I said.

Setting a blue bucket with a handle down on the desk, she said, "Mind if I ask a personal question?"

"Shoot."

"Have you ever fit that into anyone? And if so, did they survive the encounter?" She was fiddling with the computer now.

"Only person I've tried to fit it in so far is Jade and it's tight, but it works out just fine."

"You're very fortunate to have her as your girlfriend."

"Yes, I really am." I smiled.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Okay, I'm very silly for not realizing this. We're giving you breasts too, so we can't have anything covering your chest. And you're way too well endowed to wear something to obscure your privates, so I'm afraid you're going to have to be nude for this procedure."

"No problem." I pulled open the snaps on the front of the gown and hung it on the coat rack. I'd felt odd with my dick sticking out while the rest of me was covered, anyway.

Her eyes glazed over when they saw my dark leathery balls. For a second, I thought she'd crashed, but then she shook her head and put on broken half smile. "Seems you're big in many ways."

"You sure they're not too much?" I asked feeling a wave of confidence. Maybe she wasn't turned on, but she was at least fascinated. My nerves had been so frayed that I had a blush going down my neck and my stiffy had shrunk a bit. This was the first time this evening that I felt like something other than just another patient. "Sometimes I think these," I hefted my balls, cringing a bit at how cold my hands were, "are more ridiculous than my cock." I let them go.

"They're certainly larger than I was expecting. Not that that's a bad thing." She cleared her throat and then picked up the orange bag with my clothes. "I'm gonna drop these off so we can modify them to fit your new figure. Speaking of your new figure, would you like more feminine hips to go with the rest? Add-ons get a discount so the total would only go up fifteen percent."

Would Jade even like the changes I was making? We'd never talked about it. Of course I could assume she would since she liked herms, but did she like those features on a human body? On a body that was previously masculine? A body she loved? I made a fist as I cleared the doubt from my mind. The longer I waited, the more thinking I let myself do, the less I'd change my body. And I didn't drink all that booze for nothing, it was supposed to be dissolving all my second thoughts.

"Yeah actually, would those hips come with a nice ass? Because I'd really like to have an ass for a change, not the flat steel plate I got back there right now."

She nodded, "Yep, you'll be helping to guide the process, so you can have the ass of your dreams. One moment and I'll add that to your bill." Peeking out into the hallway, she checked to make sure no one would get an eyeful when she pulled the door open. A couple seconds later, she slipped out.

I grabbed my cock and brought it up to my lips and licked another bead of pre off of it before letting it back down. The temptation to suck on it was near-crippling and I was glad she entered the room less than a minute later.

After thirty seconds typing on the computer and clicking around with the mouses, she grabbed a pad out of a dock on the computer and handed it to me. "Just sign here and we'll be ready to go!"

The price was still within my budget and I signed without hesitation.

Taking the tablet and putting it back in its dock, she said, "Okay, so I'm about ready to start. Could you please stand in the center of the room and lift your wrists up into the restraints? Oh, and face toward the loom, please."

The augmentation loom was like a five-foot tall vertical cylindrical bristle brush where the bristles were little metal three-pronged forks. It was held a couple feet from the wall by steel struts. It was way bigger than the one that had given me a horsecock. The restraints weren't more than a foot above my head. The winch above them and chain suggested they could be positioned at whatever height was needed.

She got behind me to try and secure my wrists. "Bah! They make it really hard to do this from the back." She got in front of me. "Sorry in advance if I bump into your penis. This room still has the old manual wrist restraints."

Her scrubs-clad butt rubbed against my medial ring as she secured the belt around my right wrist. I bit my lip to avoid moaning. When she walked around to my other side, her thigh grazed the end of my dick leaving a streak of pre across the light blue fabric. I breathed out to avoid making noise. If she'd been a bit less professional and stared at my cock more, she would probably have stepped around it better. When she worked on getting my left wrist secured, she rubbed against my medial ring again. I leaned into her just a tiny bit since the warmth of her skin through her scrubs was much more pleasant than the chilly exam room air.

After she finished up with the restraints, she took a step back and said, "Feeling comfortable?"

"It's a little cold in here." My balls had shriveled a bit and my nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

"The magic energy coming off the loom will warm you, and the room, up." She got behind me and put a smooth rectangular plastic thing with a button in my right hand. "Okay, give me a tap."

I tapped the button and there was a chirp from the area near the loom.

"Good, that's how you pause the loom if you need to. She trotted over to the desk and sat in the nice mesh computer chair. "Now give me a long press."

There were two chirps. It was kinda like the first place I had work done. "So, that's the emergency stop?"

"You got it!" I heard something slide on a track behind me. "Okay, the imager is in place. Think about the breasts you want."

I thought about breasts just big enough to fondle, ones that would feel good but wouldn't stand out if I didn't want them to.

There was a happy electronic trill behind me. "Perfect!" She walked over to the desk.

She put her card over the reader and started working on the computer. Vertically mounted OLED displays on either side of the loom turned on. The left one had a view of my front, the right one showed my back. "We do things a bit differently than other parlors. I'm gonna keep track of what you're imagining versus the reference photos you picked out for how your body should look when the procedure is done. I'll stop each augmentation when I think they match. Then you can review your changes and we can implement any revisions you'd like."

"Cool! I was worried my mind would wander," I said.

"We're set up for larger augmentations than most places, so we need to be a bit more careful." She held her finger over the "Enter" key. "Ready?"

"Hit it!" I said.

Her finger whacked the key in a nice dramatic fashion and a deep buzzing sound was accompanied by the loom spinning faster and faster until there was a breeze coming from it. Bright yellow magic threads wound themselves around the loom as the area around it took on a glow.

"Let's start easy, envision your new horse ears."

Red roan horses were easily my favorite. That grayish red color on their bodies and darker reddish brown on their ears and tails always looked so beautiful to me. An uncountable cacophony of magic threads went to my ears. I felt them vibrate as the air around me warmed. It felt like I was getting a luxurious massage that started under my skin and moved up. With a happy sigh, I watched them lengthen as they got pulled like taffy. The fur growing on them deepened the pleasant sensation.

"Okay! Your ears are all done, let's do your face next." She fiddled with the keyboard. "Faces can be hard; just stop picturing it in your mind's eye from time to time so that you can assess your progress."

My trimmed movie-star stubble was a staple of my adult life and parting with it caused a brief battle with nostalgia. After I won the battle, I couldn't help but smile as it disappeared to reveal smooth feminine skin. Softening my square masculine chin and jaw, I rounded my cheeks. This process was less pleasant than the ears because changing my jaw messed a bit with my teeth and that was like going to the dentist only to have them start sculpting the inside of your mouth by prodding at it. Next came my nose which I narrowed a bit. The area around my eyes came next. I tried a couple things and then settled on making everything a little less square shaped. Making my eyebrows thinner worked pretty well.

I didn't go super far on anything, though, because I wanted my friends and relatives to still be able to recognize me. My face ended up androgynous. Makeup, if I could figure out how to use it, would likely be able to make me look more masculine or feminine.

"Mind if I make a couple adjustments?" she asked as I was finishing.

"Go ahead, I don't think everything fits together as well as I'd like it to," I said.

That she loved this part of her job was made clear by her humming as she used a graphics pad and pencil to the left of the keyboard. First, she went after my neck and de-emphasized my Adam's apple and made my lips fuller. Then, she worked on my eyebrows, the area under them, and my cheeks got tweaked just a bit and suddenly all the features of my face were in harmony.

She said, "How's that?"

"Fantastic!" I grinned wide.

"Good. Time to switch to your tail."

As I pictured a reddish-brown-furred horse tail, the magic threads looped around me to my backside and my tailbone got numb before heating up. It felt like it was wagging? Muscles moving, skin stretching, and then that deep massage.

Along with the horse hairs growing out of my tail was a surge of pleasure that reached right around to my dick. I was rock hard again and I could tell that Trudy was trying not to look. It was good my hands were restrained because otherwise I would have been touching myself. My tail only got more beautiful with each passing second. As the flowing hair reached past my knees, the magic slowed to a stop and I was left there panting, desperate.

"How about we do the hips and buttocks next and the breasts for the grand finale?" She asked.

"Ngh!" was all that came out the first time I tried to speak, then I managed, "Yeah, sure!"

The magic was back and the wonderful sensation was too. The perfect ass was in my mind, round and toned and oh-so-squeezable. The hips I first thought of seemed a bit too wide, so I tried to scale it down. Thousands of magic threads groped my ass in ways nothing else could replicate. I shuddered and moaned and dripped pre onto the floor. Her eyes watched that pre fall before she got them back to my buttocks. The magic threads worked my legs and thighs to get them to match with what I was doing to my ass and that nearly made me jizz across the room. My upper body had always been pretty good, even though I was lanky, but my legs and ass had always been underwhelming.

They didn't lack anything at all now. They were fantastic! My ass was round, my hips were approaching a proportionally-matched female's width, and my thighs made me want to fuck myself. Their thickness matched my ass and the rest of me so well now.

"I forgot about all this male body hair, can we get rid of most of it?" I asked.

"That's easy, you don't even have to imagine anything. I got a preset right here for hair removal. Anywhere you want to keep it?"

"A landing pad above my cock, I guess?"

She nodded. "Do you want longer hair?"

"Nah, I'll let it grow out naturally."

"Alright, hair removal starts now." She hit enter and every square inch of my body felt like champagne.

I thrust in the air gasping and groaning. So much magic, so much energy hitting me all over, like taking a dip in the Pacific in the summer when the waves were just shy of dangerous.

"I'm glad you get pleasure from this, people who experience discomfort often need pain meds and that leaves them a bit less lucid." She made a steeple with her hands.

The progress bar was already at seventy percent and by the time it finished, I wanted to beg for more. Fuck I needed to cum! I opened my mouth to beg her to stroke me, but couldn't get myself to utter the words.

"Yes?" she asked.

Pushing the urge to ask her to help me get off down into my toes, I said, "Is it breast time?"

"Go for it," she nodded.

The breasts themselves weren't going to be all that big, but the nipples and areolae were. All my life, I'd had these tiny nipples that were too sensitive and complained about even the slightest amount of chafing. No more! Spreading out those nerve endings would probably make things feel much better and if it didn't I was going to ask Trudy to help make them sensitive in the way I wanted. The flesh under them swelled as they throbbed larger and larger. Just seeing it happen made my eyes wet. These belonged on me!

That deep groping sensation from all the magic got me to buck my hips. My moans were straight out of a porno and I was incapable of quieting them. Trudy got a shade pinker as I added to the pre puddle under my the head of my dick. Having my breasts massaged by magic like this was a fantastic introduction to the erotic sensations that could come from them.

In my horny excitement as the loom continued to work me over, I thought of Jade. I needed her to like what I was having done to me. I needed her to touch me…I needed her and I was a fool to not include her in this. If she were here now, she'd probably lose control and fuck me right in front of Trudy!

Someone needed to fuck me right now! I looked at Trudy's crotch, imagined she had a bulge there, and nearly lost it. I forced myself to look back at the screen showing my breasts.

Seeing my tits on my heaving chest only made things worse. My cock flared as it prepared to blast horse cum all over the room and I was moaning too much to ask for the bucket. A half-second before I nutted, she shut off the machine. Taking deep shaky breaths, I brought myself down from the edge.

My nipples were the size of the end of my middle finger, and my areolae were the size of half dollars putting my breasts were each well into B-cup range. Any bigger and they would have been hard to conceal.

After giving me a minute to catch my breath, she asked, "So, how does everything look? Would you like any changes?"

"Fuck I'm hot!" I said as my eyes danced over all my curves.

"I'm sure many will find you attractive. I think you picked the right things to change. You're androgynous, but leaning feminine which makes your first augment stand out all the more."

"You can just call it my cock, you know," I protested.

"I'm aware." She was blushing more now. "Then, we're done with your augmentations for tonight. You have a month to come back and ask for alterations free of charge."

I blushed bright red, prick still rock hard and dangling in front of me. "C-can you help me check something?"

"Sure."

I stammered a couple times and then got stuck.

"I've been doing this for over a decade, mister O'Malley. You're not going to shock me." She gave me a pleasant smile, still blushing.

"My nipples used to hurt whenever anyone touched them and I'm hoping that's not the case anymore."

She put on a pair of blue gloves and walked over. "I'll apply some pressure so we can see if they have the desired sensitivity."

"I mean, I could do it myself if you let one of my hands down."

She tilted her head. "Do you want me to do that or do you want me to touch them so you can feel what it's like when it's not your own hand? I believe the second case provides a more definitive experience."

I gulped. "I-I'd like you to touch them? Is that okay? It's not quite the same when—"

"Don't worry about it. We do lots of sexual augmentations and I understand perfectly," she said stepping up to my right side. I could count my own heartbeats as her fingers moved up to my right nipple. Then she grabbed it and started to squeeze.

I moaned and arched my back crying, "H-harder!" The pleasure was like a depth charge to my balls and the base of my prick.

She actually did it! She actually—my cock lurched as an orgasm made my toes and ears flush with warmth followed by my cheeks. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed as my cock flared. "Bring it to my mouth!"

To her credit, she didn't try and run for the bucket which would have been way too late. Instead, she put a hand under my dick and lifted it up against my chest. I kissed around my cum hole just in time and caught the first salvo, which was an entire mouthful. She looked into my eyes as I drank down my own cum, her blush was much brighter now and her jaw was slackened in awe. The second one was a bit too much and a fine spray of my jizz peppered her scrubs.

Her other hand reached down and cupped my balls as I went off a third, fourth, and fifth time. That made my hips move and thrust against the hand that was pushing my shaft against my chest. When it was finally over, she just stood there looking at the flared head of my prick, hands remaining where she'd put them.

Once afterglow hit and I was spent, I pulled my mouth up and said, "I'm so, so, sorry." Some cum dripped off my chin onto my shaft.

"I should be the one apologizing. I should have realized we needed the bucket earlier and I shouldn't have touched your privates. That was inexcusable."

"It's fine. You seem interested in my balls. Why not just take a nice long look at them and get it out of your system?"

This caused her to crash. Her eyes stared at the wall behind me for a few seconds. "Are you sure? I don't want to objectify you."

"Objectify away. I know you're trying to be all professional and such, but I'd be in the same boat if I were you. I've got an embarrassingly large package."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about mister O'Malley. It's quite impressive." She got on her knees and looked at my balls for a moment before grabbing them with both hands. She examined them much like a doctor would, but was a bit more sensual than clinical.

I bit my lip to hold back noises that might make her self conscious enough to stop. Thirty seconds later, she stood up and said, "Shall we carefully see if your other nipple has the proper amount of sensation?"

"Yes, let's," I said with a grin.

She grabbed it and squeezed. "How does it feel?"

"Perfect. You can go a bit harder."

When she did so, I let out a long moan.

She let go and stepped away. "So, I take it you're happy with everything?"

My eyes got wet as I looked over my body and I sniffled. She put her hand on my shoulder while I bit back tears. If I'd had the courage and finances to go farther, I would have, but this was far far more than I hoped for.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Better than. I never thought I was all that attractive, I always felt like my body was just something that carried my brain around. But now." I sniffled. "Now I think I'm beautiful."

"You most definitely are." The most honest smile she'd given me yet brightened her face. "I'm gonna open the restraints and then get you a warm cloth to clean up with. Sound good?"

"Golden," I said.

Part 2

None of the skirts, blouses, and dresses I'd bought fit the way I wanted them to. My bust and hips didn't quite fill them out. It wasn't surprising since I'd been way too nervous to try them on at the thrift store. I was also a bit tall for a woman and, with my long torso, some outfits made me look like a noodle in a tutu.

My phone let me know it was lonely by notifying me that Jade's flight had just landed. I could barely see the screen as the angle of the blinds matched the angle of the sun. Whenever I pulled back the light blocking curtains in the morning, it was like being thrown into a blast furnace.

The sun was not my friend, it burned me, it was working on giving me cancer, and it wanted me to get up several hours too early every goddamn day. It was like a roommate that woke up at the crack of dawn and started practicing his harmonica. It was like a pet dog that grabbed your foot with its mouth and dragged you out of bed while you were still snoring. It was like fucking foster parents that wanted to get custody back just so they could make you go to their cult of a church before school every day. Seriously, I was so happy when my mom and dad figured shit out so I could go back home…I can't even tell you.

It took me five more minutes of fiddling around to find a skirt and top I looked good in. The dark blue skirt was a bit short, but as long as I wasn't hard, it was gonna be long enough. I put on a pair of my expensive custom boxer briefs that had extra room in the front and looked in the mirror. The upper part of the skirt was a bit tighter and hinted at my bulge, the wine-colored top had the perfect V for my small breasts and without a bra on (I didn't have any yet) my nipples stood out nicely.

Jade was going to enjoy the fact I wasn't wearing a bra…if she didn't throw me out on my ass for spending so much of my savings and getting all these changes on a whim. I was an idiot! I'd never even talked to her, or anyone, about my trans feelings. This was gonna be like dropping a chandelier on her head the moment she walked in the door.

Since I'd never talked to her about it, I had no idea if she was even into the body type I had now. I'd only ever seen her with other herms or guys. Heck, I didn't even know what label I wanted to use for myself yet.

A wave of anxiety forced me to sit down and hunch over. What the fuck had I done last night? Jade would have understood my feelings and supported me and helped me plan stuff out. I'd stolen all that from her and replaced it with a sudden change she had no way of preparing herself for. Heck, our porn business was based on my old body fucking her. Would we lose a large percentage of our following?

I had to undo the changes, this had all been a mistake. No one would like me like this. They all wanted guy me, they all knew guy me. I didn't even know what I was. Or what I wanted others to call me. My family would go ballistic when they saw me. My mom would probably say she was worried I was going to hell while my dad just went along with her because he was spineless. My sister would get all dramatic and propose they hand me over to an exorcist. Did I have a demon in me? Is that why I wanted to have a body other than the one I was born with? No! None of that stuff was real! What the hell was I thinking?

But what about my friends? Would they think I was ugly? The only person I'd made happy was myself. Who wanted someone with small breasts, a giant horsecock, and partially feminized body? I was an in-between state, not an endpoint. I was an abomination, inhuman, a sick jumble of flesh!

I was breathing so fast now that I was feeling lightheaded. Was I hyperventilating? I'd never done that before. Shit! I was getting even more light-headed. Characters in movies used a paper bag at this point. As I hopped out of bed to look for one, the room started to spin. By the time I got to my doorway, I felt like I was on a tilt-a-whirl. I stumbled backwards and tried to grab the doorframe, but my hand completely missed.

My eyes opened to stare at a dirty sock that was right in my face. It smelled more dusty than sweaty. The most unhappy part of me was my left testicle which was trapped between the floor and my leg. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

Is this who I was now? A lightweight that would pass out from a serious case of buyer's remorse? I didn't have panic attacks. Sure, I was depressed and felt wrong in my body for years without realizing that was the source, but fainting from anxiety? I was one of those goddamn goats that keeled over when someone looked at them funny! Maybe all that feeling wrong in my body was just me being a baby about stuff. Lots of guys wanted breasts and never got them.

Yeah, I had to get changed back. This couldn't be me.

I stood up and pulled off the girly clothes before getting some ace bandages out of the bathroom and wrapping them around my chest. Then I got on a polo shirt and the cargo pants I'd worn yesterday.

Patting my pockets I found my wallet, but not my keys. "Fucking DAMN IT!" I stormed into the kitchen to see if I'd left them on the counter. I stormed into the living room, which was now Jade's bedroom and our porn studio, to see if they were on the pinkish-white antique dresser below the big mirror. Storming back into my room, I kicked at the pile of dirty clothes, the pile of manga that was part of my unfinished manga organization project, and rifled through the junk on top of my dresser. No keys, just loose change, fortune cookie fortunes, and Yu-gi-oh! cards.

Now I was thundering here and there, practically stomping, as if to threaten the keys I'd burn the whole place down if they didn't show themselves. The downstairs neighbors were probably pissed, but they were just feeling a small fraction of what I was, so we were even.

An hour later, I'd done a light cleaning of the entire apartment and found nothing. That's when I decided Jade would likely be home and able to let me in after I went to Yttrium's and headed for the door.

As I unlocked the door, I heard a jingle on the other side. "GOD DAMN IT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I pulled the door open to see my keys still in the lock.

Jade was at the end of the hallway frozen in shock, gripping the handle of her carry-on.

I grabbed at my chest as it got so tight I thought someone was standing on it.

"Brady? Are you okay?" Before I could answer, she added, "Whoa, you augmented your ears?"

"No," I said before my brain caught up with the situation. "I mean, yes. Surprise! I got my ears and tail done! And I'm fine, just left my keys in the door all night like an idiot." I put the keys in my pocket.

"Oh! Did you get a good deal on them?" Her eyes went back to my ears.

I nodded. "Been saving up for months." Turning around, I gave her a brief glance at my tail, not long enough for her to see the shape of my ass. I'd never doubted she'd take the ears and tail well, I was planning on keeping them. But the other changes, those had to go. There was no way she'd be happy about those. "I'd stick around, but I have to run an errand. I'll only take a couple-ish hours."

"Oh? If it's buying groceries, I'd like to tag along and grope your new tail and ears," she said as she slithered up the hallway toward me. Her huge breasts swayed from side to side. It had been over a week since I'd buried my face in them.

"No, not groceries, some other random thing you don't need to worry about," I said putting on a smile to show I was indeed okay.

Seeing that I was staring at her cleavage, she unbuttoned the top button of her slutty French maid blouse. "Can it wait? Because I was hoping we could get some quality time in first." She was right in front of me now.

Looking into her eyes while willing myself not to get hard, I said, "I promise we'll get lots of quality time when I get back."

"What happened to your face?" she asked. "You look good, but different? Maybe it's because I've never seen you without some facial hair?"

I held up my finger and motioned for her to follow me back into the apartment. The last thing I wanted was for the whole floor to hear this conversation. If I played my cards right, I'd be able to put up some smokescreen that would get her off the trail so I could go get changed back without her knowing. Man, scheming to lie to her like this felt awful.

After dropping her carry-on off in the kitchen, she went to the bathroom to wash up her tail after traveling through the airport. I waited, leaning on the kitchen counter, preparing for a conversation I didn't want to have. Should I really lie to her? Was she going to get angry? Would she feel hurt? Could I keep my deception a secret even if it was successful?

When she got out of the bathroom, she said, "Let's get comfortable." Then she coaxed me over to her bed and coiled around me.

It was such a natural thing for her to do when she got home that I didn't think of the risk.

"You feel different too. Did you go to a one week butt toning retreat or something?"

I laughed nervously realizing letting her get this close was a bad idea. "Butt toning retreat?"

"I'm sure I've seen clickbait claiming that at least once. Never thought something like that would actually work." She squeezed my upper body. "What's with the bandage under your shirt? Did you get injured while I was gone?"

I gulped. Lying was such a terrible idea, but it's all I had left. "No, I've been working on my butt for months. I think it was just so gradual you didn't notice until now. And I pulled a muscle in my chest when I was working out. Had to wrap it." The hug of her coils was calming my nerves wonderfully. Lying was easier than I thought.

"Geez, was that chest workout mostly on your nipples or something? I can feel them through the wrap."

My nipples were hardening due to the light brushing of her scales across my ace-bandage-clad breasts as she fidgeted trying to get in an even more comfortable position. My tail was pressed firmly up against the backs of my cargo-pant-clad legs. Her warmth radiated into the fleshy part of my tail while her scales tickled my horse hair. Now I was starting to blush. "Uhh, I've been using those silicone suction cup things to make them bigger so you have more to play with?"

"Ooh! I wanna see! If you promise to show them to me before you leave, I'll let you go. I can't believe it worked so fast…"

Her intonation suggested she was starting to wonder about my story. I'd been sarcastic far too much to have her take everything I said at face value. She was probably trying to figure out what sort of prank I'd pulled while she was away. I tried to put a pin in it by saying, "I kinda got an appointment I need to keep, actually."

"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" She started uncoiling from me.

As I climbed out and stood at the end of the bed, I said, "Thanks, I'll be back soon." To keep my lies intact, I'd need to keep my nipples a bit bigger and my ass a bit rounder. A small price to pay. The larger price would be keeping the secret of what really happened last night.

"Brady?" It was the raised intonation she used to call my name when she'd discovered I'd been leading her astray.

My heart froze in my chest as I turned around and gave her my most neutral expression. "Hmm?" I knew I'd been caught, but part of me hoped I was wrong, that I could still talk my way out of this.

"Are you wearing padding on your hips and thighs? There's no way you'd look this different in one week. What the hell is going on?"

"Yes, it's padding," I said. "I just wanted to know what I'd look like if I met my workout goals."

"Show. Me," she said. "Right. Now."

"The padding?" I tilted my head pretending she'd gotten a wild idea.

"Yes, the padding. I want to see it. Whatever you're playing at has gone on too long."

I couldn't breathe for a moment, the anxiety was trying to constrict me. "I'm late."

"Brady, show me the padding. We agreed you'd stop joking with me when I asked you to stop."

Hands shaking, heart beating so fast that I couldn't tell whether I was still alive, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down.

Her jaw dropped. "Your hips are wider? Were you trying to hide them from me?"

"No…I was—" I struggled to find a way to spin things, to adjust the truth, but I couldn't. Instead, I just said, "Yes," and looked at the floor. My hips probably looked all wrong to her.

She put the end of her long tail under my chin and got me to look in her eyes. "What's going on?"

"I was a drunk idiot yesterday and I was gonna fix it, but I couldn't find my damn keys and then you got home." I sighed. "Look, it's better if I get rid of the augments I got last night and not force you to pretend you like them to make me feel better."

"What?" She tilted her head. "You went to an augmentation parlor drunk?"

"Yep, and as a result, I'm pretty androgynous right now and it's probably best if you don't see my chest. My body probably just looks awkward. You probably like me as a guy, anyway." I started pulling up my pants. It was like the whole room was empty, I was empty. I wasn't even sad, I had a sense I'd let Jade down and that the whole world was dimmer with me in it. I was ugly. I was a real piece of work. The next couple weeks, I'd have to work to make up for my mistake.

"You looking androgynous isn't gonna be a problem, but I'm really confused." Jade's tail went between my legs and then looped around my tummy as if to hold me so I wouldn't suddenly run away. "Why were you drunk?"

My worry about her thinking I was ugly waned, but the tightness in my chest stayed put. I winced as I said, "I kept chickening out. So I drank until I could get myself to do it."

"Get augmented?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Why wouldn't you have the courage to get more augments? I'm surprised you didn't get ears and a tail months ago." Her brow was furrowed and her cobra hood sagged a bit in worry and puzzlement.

"Because I wanted to look more girly and it was such a stupid thing to want. I've always been a guy and I thought I was okay with that and then I started sucking your cocks and really liking it and wondering what it would be like to have a more feminine body and…" I gasped for air and begged my eyes not to cry. That's what my goddamn mom taught me, men don't cry. Now I was angry. So very angry! "And I realized that I was sick of keeping up the act everyone wanted me to play. I just don't feel like a man. I don't feel like the dick between my legs makes me have to pretend to like talking about sports statistics and the smell of peeling out on a parking lot and getting punched in the shoulder by other men. My hips should be wide, I should have breasts, a nice round ass, possibly a pussy, and I hate sports statistics! Hate them so much! They're so fucking boring!" At some point in my rant, I'd made a very tight fist.

Jade was crying, like tears were streaming down her face and she was sniffling. This was so far outside my expectations that I just stared at her unable to do anything. Eventually, she said, "That's exactly how I felt before I changed. God I hated punching you in the shoulder. And sports statistics are the worst!"

"I'm such an idiot! I should have read between the lines. I should have figured out I was trans ages ago. And I should have told you! Why am I so goddamn stupid?"

"You're not stupid." She pulled me toward her and ran a hand through my hair. "I didn't realize how much dysphoria I had until after I changed and it was suddenly gone." She smiled as she got an idea. "How about we just pretend it's months ago and you're telling me you're trans for the first time?"

I took a deep breath. "Jade, I'm trans." My lip quivered as I stared in her eyes. The violent twister of emotions in me should have been setting off tornado sirens. At least I didn't feel empty anymore.

She pulled me into a hug. "I love you no matter whether you look masculine, feminine, or somewhere in between. And based on the porn we like, I know our tastes align, so I bet you'll look sexy to me no matter what you choose."

I hugged back working very hard not to start bawling. No crying, Jade was already crying, I didn't need to steal the show and try to get attention. My mom again, she's the one that told me crying was just a cheap way of getting attention and that only babies or manipulative housewives should do it. She was fucking wrong, but not crying was a habit now. I tried to get into this pretend headspace where I was telling her I was trans for the first time. "Well, I definitely want to keep my cock, but I want a more feminine body overall. Breasts definitely, possibly a pussy too."

"Anything holding you back from wanting a pussy?" Jade asked.

"Umm, it's an expensive augment and I don't know if I need one to be happy." I shrugged.

"But, ideally, you'd like to be a herm?"

I blushed so much my skin felt hot and nodded shyly.

"A horse herm?" She grinned. I'd joked about it plenty of times, now she knew I hadn't actually been joking.

There was no way to prevent it. Thinking about myself as a horse herm in her arms, pressed up against her belly and breasts, got my cock to stir in my sheath.

"Want me to start using female pronouns?" She ran a finger along my cheek.

I tilted my head. "Maybe? It would be good to try them on, so to speak. But they'll only come up when you're talking to other people."

Her smile became a toothy grin as she got an idea. "How about we make a porn video where I talk to the audience? Say things like: her nipples are so hard, and, she's so tight, and, look at the big mess she made!"

With each lewd comment including "she," I felt my dick twitch and by the time Jade was done, my heartbeat was bouncing the head of my shaft against my boxer-briefs. When she poked at my prick through the fabric, I gasped and grabbed at my breasts through the ace bandages.

"Let's take a look at your chest." She let me go and grabbed the base of my shirt. "I'm betting on some cute little boobies."

Putting up my arms, I said, "They're pretty lame compared to yours."

She worked my shirt off as she spoke. "Mine are way too big. I think Vixi has a breast fetish. I didn't realize how big hers were until I had my own pair. My support bras could probably stop bullets."

"Wah wah, my breasts are too big." I rolled my eyes. "Please, there are so many women that would kill to have—"

She squeezed one of my nipples through the ace bandage and my knees went weak as I let out a sharp moan. Turning to a camera that wasn't there, she said, "Ooh, I already love her nipples." Her hands moved to where I'd secured the ace bandage and started undoing it.

Referring to me in third person like that was going to drive me crazy in no time. "You just like them because you can use them to shut me up," I teased trying to distract myself from what was about to happen. The worry over what she'd think once she saw them was making my stomach clench.

As the last of the fabric fell away, she tasted the air and ran her free hand down the front of her skirt. "Those are some top shelf knockers."

That had me laughing. It was the exact same line I'd said to her after she changed. My laughter quickly became a gasp as she put her right hand on my left tit. The supple flesh yielded to her scaly skin as my nipple ground into her palm.

"How about we get some cameras rolling and record our first sexy time after your augmentation? You can decide not to post it or we can turn off the cameras if it makes you feel to awkward." She said all this while lightly teasing my nipples.

"You know I wouldn't say no to that!" I barked out between moans.

The cameras were already in the right places, all she had to do was aim them bit and start recording. The moment she was back in front of me, she looked into one of them and said, "Look at Brady's lovely augments! Doesn't she look marvelous?"

Brady sounded odd in the same sentence as female pronouns, so I said, "You can call me Brandy, for now. We'll see if it sticks." I twirled around showing all my augments to the cameras and then made a show of pulling off my boxer-briefs. Being on video put me in this odd headspace where I was both embarrassed and trying to win over the audience. Practiced sexy flourishes were a comforting norm that helped smooth out the awkwardness I felt about my new body.

Jade was putting on a show as well, her right hand went to my breasts while her left unsnapped her skirt and underskirt before tossing them to the side. Out of the slit above her pussy poked two red cock heads. Laying a hand atop them, she thrusted against her palm. "I wish y'all could feel Brandy's breasts, they're so damn perky!

The fire in my loins raged seeing her get hard from fondling my breasts. When her thumb flicked my nipple, I bit my lip and bucked. Her tail encircled my horsecock encouraging it to come out and play.

Upping the stakes, she leaned down and kissed across my chest until her mouth found my right nipple. When she started to suck, the world fell away and I got as hard as could be. Her tongue flicked at my nipple over and over. I whined and fidgeted and yelped in pleasure until there was pre drooling from my dick. Then she switched nipples and did it all over again. By the time she stopped, I was a panting twitching mess.

Looking me over, she stroked herself. "Oh, the things I want to do to her!"

No matter how hard I pushed my lust for her cocks away, it always seemed to come back stronger. My eyes couldn't leave them, my whole body was tingling as if every inch of me was an erogenous zone. I wanted her to rub them on me, I wanted to feel her put them in…Out of reflex, I tried to put the thought away, but it did no good.

"What's going on in that brain of yours? Your cock is twitching like crazy." She tugged on it to make me gasp.

"I want you to—" It was so hard to say. My entire upbringing forbade what I was about to ask for. Now I was staring at her helplessly.

"Tell me hon, tell our viewers what you want and I'll do it." She kissed my lips and nuzzled my nose. "Anything you want, beautiful."

"Get the lube." It was indirect, but it was a start.

Her tail slithered along the floor over to her nightstand and opened it then grabbed the lube. Dropping it into her hands she said. "Now what?"

I turned around and backed toward her dicks. "P-put some between my cheeks."

"My dear Brandy, I'm beginning to think you want me to fuck you." She said this in a posh tone as she popped the lube bottle open.

Despite her playfulness, I found myself asking, "I-is that okay?"

She lubed up my pucker and the area around it saying, "It's more than okay—it's hot as hell!"

My heart was thumping so loud in my ears that I was lucky I could make out what she was saying. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I waited as she put lube on her left prick and then I backed into her. I needed to feel the cock against my ass even if it wasn't going in just yet.

"Goddamn she's eager!" Jade made a happy groan as her hands found my hips and her body ground against me.

It was a sensation I'd been wondering about for ages and it was way better than I imagined. Hot hard flesh pulsing against the most vulnerable place on my body. I was so sensitive back there that I felt like I was on my way to orgasm simply from her left dick's lewd massage. The other shaft was sliding against my butt cheek to remind me of its presence.

"Have you used toys?" she asked.

"Yes!" I moaned. Admitting it felt so good! It had taken so much effort to hide it from her and I felt ashamed every time. Hopefully, getting stuffed by a nice thick cock on camera was gonna kill off some of that shame.

"Good!" Her tail coiled around my middle and then pushed me away from her. Then she put the head of her left cock at my entrance. "You know, you haven't said it aloud. I wanna hear you say it."

"Say what?" I would have moved back and taken her inside me, but she had me held firm.

"What you want me to do to you." She grinned.

With a blush, I said, "Come on, Jade, fuck me! Please?"

Teasing me with the tip, she asked, "Where do you want me to fuck you?"

"In the—" I couldn't complete the sentence even though I really wanted it. After a deep breath to calm myself I tried again. "In the—"

Growing up, I'd been taught the thing I was asking for was a sin. Sure, I wasn't a guy anymore because I didn't think that fit me, but no one I grew up with would see it that way. And, for some stupid reason, their opinion mattered when I was being recorded. On top of all that, it didn't feel quite right to say it because it wasn't what I really wanted. It was close, but not quite.

That's when I got an idea: ask for the thing I really wanted. "In my pussy!"

"Even better!" Leaning forward, she said, "Here I go!"

"AAAAHHHNNNN!" I actually made this noise as she entered, I felt like I was in a hentai video. Dicks were warm, I knew that, but her rod felt like it had a fever as it opened me up. For every little bit that entered, I was more amazed. My toys had prepared me well and her taper was perfect for this sort of penetration. The pleasure was entangled with a deep sense of fulfillment. Someone thought I was sexy enough to stick their dick inside me. Someone was fucking me. I was letting someone use my body for their own enjoyment…it was perfection.

"Time to let my tits loose!" Stopping for a moment, she pulled off her maid blouse and then took off her bra. Once her breasts were free, the end of her tail found my dick and wrapped around it. Then she pressed forward burying herself in me and grabbing further and further up my torso while wrapping me in more and more of her tail.

My cries got higher and higher pitched as she deepened our erotic embrace. As she hilted herself inside me, she leaned down and grabbed my breasts pressing her own against me. They were so pert and heavy and her scales felt so damn smooth. I'd never had her pressed up against me this way, her groin hugging the backs of my legs, her front conformed to my back. Meanwhile, I was just barely able to take all of her and was gritting my teeth as I got used to the intense pressure.

"Her pussy is ssso tight!" she said with a sultry hiss.

"Hnnnggg!" I nearly came right there, my prick jumping, my ass clenching. Only reason I hung on was because I wanted to feel her start thrusting. She must've known how close I was because she teased me with little gyrations of her hips that ground her wet pussy against my balls and her other cock against my ass cheek.

Leaning in, she blepped my ear. "You are such a good lay!"

I moaned. "Tell them, tell them how good of a lay I am!"

"She's so fucking hot! I can't believe her cunt took every inch of me!"

Pressing myself up against her, I said, "Fuck me Jade! Fuck me hard!"

"I love hearing you beg!" She nipped at my neck.

Then, like magic, she pulled her hips back a couple inches and slammed back in. I saw fireworks, it was almost too much. She moved further back with each successive thrust into me. I knew she was testing me, seeing what I could take—I loved it! Soon she was grunting with each push forward while jacking my cock with her tail. All I could do was tremble in her coils and take it. She had me held so firm I could barely move. Her sharp nails were digging into my breasts, each hand a cage of fingers that my tits bounced around in.

My body, having had more than enough pleasure to get off, exploded. I started yelling gibberish, my flare got nice and thick, I clenched. But Jade's damn tail did the thing it did to me when she wasn't ready for me to blow. It squeezed at the base of my dick stopping my release in its tracks. I hissed through my teeth and then groaned as my body gave up and she resumed breeding me.

The next time I was gonna get off, I yelled, "Please let me cum! Please Jade!"

"No! I'm not done with your pussy yet! Feels too good to stop!" And she did it again. She'd had so much more sex than me, experimented with her body, edged herself for hours, and could go multiple times in a row with barely any breaks in between. I'd long since known I was no match for her, and that only made me want her more.

Heat built inside me until I felt like I was gonna faint. My skin felt like asphalt under the summer sun, my hands and feet ached, and my throat tickled from how hoarse it was. When I got to the edge this time, I tried to stay there and not go over, I tried to hang on just a bit longer in hopes she'd finally get off and let me do so as well.

Finally, after a half minute, she said, "Damn you Brandy! Your pussy feels too fucking good! AAARGHH!" Hearing her talk that way and knowing viewers would hear it too, made me feel fucking amazing.

As she nutted inside me, I gasped out, "Thank God!"

I clenched rhythmically around her cock as my own prepared to fire. It was so long that I could feel my jizz travel up its length. Her tail toyed with my fully-formed flare as I screamed and fired my load into the sheets. It probably sounded like someone was being murdered, but I didn't care, I was too busy grabbing the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white. Too busy having my prostate blow my mind. Too busy being swept away by the creamy throbbing sensation of Jade firing her load inside me.

She was pressed up against me so hard I was concerned we'd need a spatula to pry us apart afterwards. The more cream she lost inside me, the more I moaned. This wasn't like the orgasms I got from using toys, this was like being thrown into a wall. Nothing was under my control, my body was just a twitching pile of raw nerves.

The lake I'd made on the bed was legendary, I don't know whether I'd ever cum that much in my life. I felt dehydrated just looking at it. Jade had outdone herself. I felt cozier than ever, a limp rag doll in her scaly grasp. As her tail left my cock so it could turn off all the cameras, she nuzzled me and whispered sweet nothings into my ear like, "You're such a good lay," "I love you," "Your breasts are wonderful," and "I'd fuck you all day if I could." I returned all of them, tears slowly trickling down my face, joy overwhelming my ability to hold them back.

Someday I'd have an actual pussy, someday I'd feel even more like myself than I did right now.

I lost track of time until I was lazily looking around the room and spotted the top of her dresser. I started laughing hysterically. Cum from her other cock was dripping off seashells, starfish, and driftwood we'd collected on our trips to the beach. Her half-open panty drawer had a stream of spooge dripping into it.

When she found what I was laughing at, she sighed. "Damn it!"

* * *

We eventually got up and took a shower. Jade's pussy was still needing attention, so we got one of our waterproof cellphones and got a good video of me dicking her while she played with my breasts. Then, while we were panting with me balls deep inside her and my cum streaming down her scales, she said, "Crap! I just remembered I left my large roller bag in the entryway. Oh! And Vixi is gonna stop by sometime soon."

"Did my dick jog your memory?"

She laughed.

"So, why is Vixi stopping by?"

"Her friend owns a bakery in town and she's taking a couple extra vacation days to visit him. While we were waiting to board our flight, I joked that she should tell Elliot, her friend, to bake us a pie so it would be ready when we landed. Guess what? She asked him and he actually did!"

"What kind?" I asked.

"Blackberry rhubarb." She grinned.

"That sounds amazing!" I turned the shower back on saying, "We better hurry and get your luggage. And then we can just sit and wait for our pie."

"We won't be waiting long, she's probably about to head over with it." She put her hands on my abdomen and pushed. "Time to dismount."

We moaned as we pulled away from each other, my flare dragging against her passage. As my cock head popped loose, a river of my jizz flowed down her tail. She immediately soaped up my length and cleaned it off. I washed my thick cream off of her the moment she was done with my prick.

Ten minutes later, we were clean, dry, and clothed and heading down the stairs. Jade had a maroon purse-backpack-thing on and a skirt with pockets. I was blushing because Jade had convinced me to wear the skirt and top I'd picked out earlier today. We were relieved to find her roller bag in the little area where the mailboxes were.

Grabbing her roller bag, I said, "I've got this."

"Heh, I guess we didn't need to come down together," she said.

"I don't know about you, but my mind's stuck on what we did an hour ago."

She leaned in and whispered, "I loved fucking you."

I probably looked like I had a sunburn. My blush was making my arms hot. When I opened my mouth to respond, her cellphone started to ring.

Fishing it out of her pocket, she put it up to the side of her head. "Hey!"

With my new horse ears, I could easily pick up the other end of the conversation. "Do you guys have any chocolate ice cream in your freezer?"

"Uhh, I don't know, haven't even opened the freezer since I got back. Brady, do you know?"

"No, I think there might be a tiny bit of mint chocolate chip? Wait, why would we have chocolate ice cream with pie?" I furrowed my brow.

"Did you catch that?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, I'll get some chocolate at the Aldi near your house and then hop back in the car. See you in fifteen." She hung up.

"Did she mean to say vanilla?" I asked.

"No idea." Jade shrugged.

Once we were back in the apartment, and Jade had unpacked a bit, she got a text from Vixi. "She's outside."

"I'll go meet her, I'm gonna have to explain my whole story about yesterday the moment she sees me anyway," I said.

"Good point."

My heart picked up its pace the closer I got to the first floor. When I saw Vixi just outside the front door holding a cloth shopping bag in one hand, my body felt stiff. This was the first person other than Jade that was going to see me in a skirt. My breasts really needed a bra. The closer I got, the more intently she stared through the glass door. And yep, she was looking at the little tents my nipples were making in my blouse.

When I opened the door, she said, "Brady?"

All her features mirrored Jade. She was gorgeous as ever and I had no idea what to say. Most of the time we talked business since we did videos with her and she helped promote each other's porn. I'd had sex with her in a few videos and my body couldn't tell the difference between her and Jade a lot of the time. She was more dominant than Jade, though, and her mannerisms, different coloration, and speech patterns made them easy to tell apart.

Jade and her had made a shitload of money pretending to be herm naga sisters. I was glad Vixi had decided to monetize their resemblance rather than go after Jade legally. They made good friends and had unmistakable chemistry.

Vixi gently pushed me back from the door, free hand on my shoulder as she came through. "You look like you just saw a naga for the first time?"

"Y-yeah. Sorry, I'm not used to the fact that I look different." I sighed.

"I bet our fans will love any and all augments you got." She kissed my cheek. "The hips, face, breasts, ears, and tail look fantastic on you, hon. If we weren't in the hallway, I'd be pulling up your shirt to see those nice big nipples."

"I-uh-thanks," I said.

"Pronouns?" she asked.

"So far, being called 'she,' and 'Brandy,' feels really good," I said.

Vixi smiled. "Brandy's cute, it's like you repurposed Jade's N."

Jade and I busted out laughing.

Vixi moved closer to me and spoke quietly. "Did you get a pussy?"

I shook my head.

"But you want one?" She grinned showing all her teeth.

I nodded. "Too expensive, though."

"Nonsense. If you want one, I'll see to it that you get one." She grabbed my hand and started leading me to the stairs.

Blinking as my feet were forced to start moving, I said, "What?"

"More herms, more combinations, more sex positions, more money. I've been wanting to add another herm to our videos for ages and I know how to make your augments tax deductible."

"Tax deductible?" I asked.

She nodded. "With augments, if you get them to help do your job, you can deduct the cost on your taxes. Well, with sexual augments, only up to seventy percent, but I'll help figure out financials. I'm sure we can come up with some sort of business agreement that sees me getting paid back."

"Are you serious? You'd just help me like that?" My mind was still catching up, but my body knew exactly what was going on—I was getting hard for the third time that day. But my boner came with some shame. It wasn't normal to be a guy and want a cunt this much. There was something wrong with me…I made a fist with my free hand as I tried to shoo that line of thinking out of my head.

"You're a smart business partner—one of the sharpest people I know. Stop acting like you don't deserve this," she said as she opened the door to our apartment.

"But, but you're not even surprised that I want one?" I asked.

"Brandy, please, I could see you were trans from a mile away."

"You could?" I said as I stepped inside the door. Just how much of a sissy was I that she could tell what I wanted even before I did. Maybe I was bad at being a guy and that's why I wanted to be a girl. Fuck my goddamned brain! I pushed down an urge to ram my head right into the door as I listened to Vixi's reply.

"No one has interrogated me as thoroughly on my trans feelings as you have. All those times you were distracted on your phone looking up augmentation parlors? You even asked me which parlor I'd gotten my changes at and were overjoyed when you found out there was a Yttrium only a few miles from your apartment."

It was a slight relief that she'd noticed things like that and not me being girly. And I also felt bad that that was reassuring. Why couldn't I act girly if I wanted to?

"Wait, he, I mean she, was asking you all that stuff?" Jade tilted her head.

"Yeah, but I don't share that sort of thing. I figure if people want each other to know stuff, they'll tell each other." She set the bag on the counter. "So, Brandy, I'm assuming you want an equine pussy and horse herm augment body?"

"Yes!" I said and then put my hands over my mouth. My nervousness was swiftly dissipating and in its wake was arousal so fierce I was straining my custom boxer briefs. And at the same time, I could barely keep myself from jumping around the room yelling "Yes" and "Hell Yes!"

As Vixi proceeded to explain the stuff about the tax exemption and her wish to help finance my augmentations to Jade, my thoughts darkened. That this was all too good to be true. That there was no way I'd ever pull it off. I'd fail at being a herm just as much as I failed at being a guy! No! Vixi didn't seem to think I acted girly. So, I'd succeeded at being a guy. But I didn't want to succeed at that! Shit! What was going on in my head? I tried to push those feelings away, but they clung to me.

I pasted a smile onto my face defying my doubt and filled my mind with images of Vixi fucking me while I sucked on Jade's dicks. God, my penis felt good as it slid out of my boxer briefs and down the side of my leg.

Vixi was now addressing me. "Yttrium allows filming of their process and they work with the porn industry a lot, I think I could convince them to let us make a porno of your augmentation. You'd get a long way toward paying me back by letting me film you and then doing some porn videos with me, and all three of us, after you changed. But if you prefer not to be filmed while you are being changed, I'm sure we—"

It was overwhelmingly erotic to think about. So much so that I was forced to interrupt her by pulling down my briefs so I wouldn't pop a seam. My dick sprung up, flare extending past the edge of my skirt. "Let's do it!" I said.

Jade's scaly cheeks were darkened by a blush.

Vixi grabbed my cock with her right hand saying, "Dibs!"

My chest tightened so much that I winced. All the thoughts I'd been trying to distance myself rode a wave of doubt right back into the center of my mind. I'd never been this horny and conflicted at the same time. The room started to spin. Could I really just go in and come out a horse herm? Was that even doable? Wouldn't it screw up my life? There'd be no way to hide being a horse augment or the larger breasts I wanted. And my package was nearly impossible to hide. Everyone would know I was a herm just by looking at me.

Jade pulled the ice cream out of the shopping bag saying, "You two can totally use my bed to fuck, but only after Vixi explains why we're eating the pie with chocolate ice cream!"

"Elliot seasoned the pie with chocolate ice cream in mind. There's a bit of orange peel and some other stuff. Satisfied? Can I fuck your girlfriend now?" Vixi asked.

"Only if you let me join in," Jade said as she put the ice cream in the fridge.

As I got to the bed, my brain decided to full-on fuck with me. There was probably only one thought that could have eviscerated my joy at that moment and it was: "What would my family think?"

Instead of jumping onto Jade's bed, I sat on the end and looked at the two beautiful busty nagas that were wanting a roll in the sheets with me. "Oh God. I think I'm gonna—" I started hyperventilating again. There was just too much going on in my head, I couldn't hold onto my thoughts. They all whizzed by so fast that they cut me when I tried to grab onto them. So much horniness, so much shame, and so much doubt.

Jade grabbed a plastic bag and balled it up before tossing it to Vixi, who shook it open and handed it to me. I grabbed it and started breathing into it just as the edges of my vision got dark. It took a while for me to get my breathing under control and calm down enough to speak. Vixi's tight hug did wonders. Jade soon joined in and I had them each at my side. Twin nagas, my two best friends.

Handing the bag to Jade, I said, "I still haven't told my family. They would have a problem with how I look now already. If I become a horse, they won't even recognize me."

They loosened their grip on me a bit now that I was in the clear and talking.

Jade said, "Well, you have two choices. You tell them before or after. If you tell them before, I doubt you'll get their permission. Well, not from everyone. From what you've told me about your dad, I think he might be okay with it? But the rest? I have no idea."

"But if I don't tell them ahead of time and show up as a horse herm for Thanksgiving, they'll kick me out of the house. My mom would probably forbid my dad from talking to me." I grabbed at the hem of my skirt and pulled. I bit back tears as I said, "Fuck!" My family could ruin any moment. They were a wrecking ball that swung back and forth knocking down whatever happiness I built.

Vixi said, "Your mom can do that?"

"Yeah, my dad lets her run his life." I shook my head.

"Wow." Vixi started massaging away the tension in my neck with her right hand. "I'm sorry."

Jade put an arm around my waist and tugged me against her side. "Do you care about maintaining a relationship with them now that you know what you want for yourself?"

I huffed and moved my shoulders around enjoying Vixi's massage. "I just feel that if I don't give them a chance, I'll regret it. Who knows? My dad and sister might stand up to my mom. It's about as likely as the moon suddenly falling from the sky, but I don't know what else to do. I don't want to just cut them all out of my life preemptively."

"Well, if you want to try and talk to them, I'll support you any way I can," Jade said.

"Thanks," I put my arm around her.

"Yeah, same for me. My family was pretty open minded, but my uncle went nuclear over it so I might have some helpful insights," Vixi said.

"My family's a bunch of hippies. If your family is all evil about this, I'll let you borrow my family whenever you like," Jade gave me a squeeze.

And just like that I was jealous of Jade again. She was so damn lucky! When she told her family about her changes, they were weirded out at first, but once they adjusted, they acted like she'd been a herm naga all her life. I'd consider it a win if my family didn't toss me out on my ass the moment I told them I had breasts.

Part 3

Preparing to see my family was kinda like preparing to be thrown in a dungeon full of dementors. First, Jade and I decided that I needed to do something about my hyperventilating panic attacks, so I went to see a therapist. During the first session, I learned that I'd been having panic attacks all my life and didn't even know it. I'd thought I just suffered from nightmares that made me wake up with my heart racing. Turns out they were nocturnal panic attacks. Then there were times my muscles felt so tense and I was so irritable and restless that I drank to calm myself down. Some of those times were panic attacks as well, and when I wasn't having them, I was having generalized anxiety.

Second, I learned that this stuff called clonazepam works way better on panic attacks than alcohol and quit drinking as much. The first thing I cut out was the stuff that burned when I drank it. I still drank beer, hard lemonade, cider, and wine, but only once a week when other people were around. My days of drinking alone were over.

Third, I learned to take things that stress me out slower. My idea of manning up and getting things "over with" was just a recipe for panic attacks.

Even with all these improvements, it took three whole months before my therapist and I thought it was safe for me to go see my family in person. By that time, Vixi was getting pretty impatient.

She was odd, once everyone agreed on a decision it seemed she wanted to see it happen and got annoyed at delays. This sort of thing had happened before. Jade thought my method of calming Vixi down was hilarious. Vixi would start talking about how I was doing so well and it was probably time for me to talk to my parents. I'd start flirting with her while finding excuses for her to touch me. Once I got her massaging out a "knot" in my side or elsewhere, it was only a matter of time until her fascination with my horsecock got the best of her and she started rubbing there too. Then we'd fuck and she'd be less pushy for a week or two. Honestly, she could be high maintenance, but if sex was what she needed, Jade and I were happy to provide it.

Jade couldn't get enough of me. We had more porn videos than we had time to post. We'd lost some followers because of my change, but our viewership rebounded about one month later while we were hyping the shit out of my impending augmentation. Vixi was right, people wanted to see another augmented herm so bad that they were acting almost as impatient as her.

In a way, I was relieved I was going to visit my family. I'd had to excuse myself from a couple graduation parties and a wedding. Sometimes I thought my extended family extended way too far. It seemed there was a family event every month of the year.

I tried to call my dad first, but he didn't pick up. Since he'd have to ask my mom about scheduling my visit anyway, I called her next. She picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hey stranger," she said.

Squeezing a tennis ball I was using as a stress ball, I said, "Hi mom."

"If you're calling to cancel on the back-to-school cookout party, you're out of luck. I'm not gonna flip two months ahead in my calendar just to put you down as a no show."

I laughed at her not joke. "I'm actually calling to ask you when a good time for me to visit would be."

"Well, this weekend is kind of a dead weekend for everyone, all I have is a Church cookout after the eleven-o'clock service. We're booked for the next few weeks after that. Go ahead and tell me this weekend doesn't work so we can talk about something else," she sighed.

"I'm free this weekend, actually," I said.

"Well, that's a pleasant surprise." She paused for a moment. "Got you on the calendar. Now, if you're gonna arrive on Friday, make sure you get here after three or there won't be anyone to let you in."

"I'll aim for four, then." I said.

"Perfect."

It was stupid, but I wanted Jade along with me for emotional support and I knew she could free up the weekend for me I needed her to. "Hey mom, you guys haven't met Jade yet and, well, we're getting more serious and I'd like to bring—"

"You absolutely will not," she said. "I don't want that serpent anywhere near this house."

"But—"

"But nothing. She's about as far from God's plan as a person can get. I bet the lord would send me straight to hell for giving her shelter."

Giving the tennis ball a tight squeeze, I said, "Come on mom, you know that's hyperbolic."

"I know bad influences when I see them. Sooner you get over her, the better." The certainty in her voice was nauseating.

The felt on the ball was digging into the space under my fingernails. "Mom! This is the healthiest relationship I've ever had! Can't you just be supportive for once?"

"If I let you bring her, are you two gonna go to Church on Sunday morning and stay for the Church cookout instead of defiling the guest bed while you have the house to yourselves?"

"MOM!" I stood up.

"That's why you like her right? She's a pornstar? I can't imagine she's good for anything else."

"You—you take that back!" I demanded as anger and adrenaline made my body painfully stiff.

She sighed like I was too much a hassle to be worth her time. "Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm sure she's got some redeeming qualities. I just don't want her anywhere near me. You know, fear of snakes and all."

"You're not afraid of snakes," I said.

"Oh, you're right, I'm not afraid of all snakes, just the ones that have breasts," she cackled.

I rolled my eyes at my mom. "So, can I bring her or not?"

Her mocking demeanor evaporated, her voice taking on the tone of a command, "No, she is not welcome in this house. Period."

"I'm hanging up now, see you Friday." It was a habit I'd started just for my mom. I used to hang up on her when I got too angry to do anything other than cuss her out, but she'd call me back thinking we got disconnected. If she knew it was intentional, she left me alone.

* * *

Three hours southwest of the big city, surrounded by slightly hilly farmland, was a mid-sized town with a soup factory, a meatpacking plant, and too many Churches. The dusty air smelled of rotting things because of the rending ponds from the meatpacking plant. Growing up here had been so awful that I often wondered if I'd been born in hell. Today, the sky was a painfully bright gray that made it so nothing cast a shadow.

In a way, the whole town was a shadow: a forgotten corner of the world. There was literally nothing to do here. You had to drive an hour to the nearest city to find a comic shop or bookstore. The only type of shop this town had that interested me was a malt shop and those don't even count! I think they used to be places that were part general store, part restaurant, but now they were just restaurants and the "shop" was misleading.

Just past the truck stop, which was the most decent place in town to get breakfast, I turned right onto the frontage road. After two more intersections, I made another right and went five blocks north. There, on the corner, was the large tea green rambler I grew up in. Only reason I knew the name of this greenish off white color was because we all picked it out when it was time to get the wooden siding repainted. People always assumed our house was small since it was only a single story, but they didn't know about the finished basement and the fact that it was longer than it was wide.

My dad, Clarence, was moving stuff into the loudly-colored van he used for his wedding DJ business. It was black with bright green and yellow text and had a creepy airbrushed picture of his head on the side. I bet the only graphic artist that thought it looked good was the one who designed it.

He tossed a bundled microphone cord into the back and then turned to wave at me.

Was he going to notice my face the moment he saw me? Was I gonna have to break stuff to my dad to get him to stop asking questions? Did I want to try to get my whole family using "Brandy" and "she" to refer to me? My neck was aching with tension as I parked on the street. Sitting for a moment with my eyes closed, I pictured a calm bubble bath with tons of suds. Then I clenched and unclenched my neck muscles and then my shoulders. My name and pronouns could wait, correcting my mom on them was going to be literally impossible. One step at a time, first I had to get them used to the idea that I was trans.

A knock on my window brought me out of my reverie. My dad's pockmarked face with a greying goatee was smiling at me through the window. I rolled it down and said, "Hi dad!"

"Hey there, champ. Need any help bringing things in?"

"Sure!" I popped the trunk.

He leaned in the window, eyes going straight for my horse ears. "Whoa, son, are those horse ears?"

"Yeah, and I got a horse tail too," I said.

He shook his head, "You city kids always go for the bling, doncha?"

"Yep!" I said not wanting to elaborate.

"Well, at least they look good on ya." He went to the trunk and pulled out my small roller bag as well as my backpack. When I got out and walked toward the trunk, my dad handed me my backpack and pulled out the handle of my roller bag. "You've got good timing, I just got my junk out of your room."

"Oh, so you're using my room for storage now? Way to make me feel welcome," I chided.

"With how long it's been since you came back, you're lucky I didn't put your room up on Airbnb."

"Would you really want to subject strangers to mom?" I laughed.

"Oh hush, she's not that bad," he said as we headed toward the garage, which was open and displaying my dad's sound equipment. It was so nicely organized, people might think he was running a music store on the side.

"She is that bad." I shook my head. "I had friends that did everything they could to avoid coming over."

"Well, if you want to get along with her, you should keep those sorts of jokes to yourself." He opened the door. "You know better, so act better."

I scoffed. "Geez, I'm sorry I said anything."

We exited the garage and went through the the laundry room to the main entrance. There were a couple vases on stands with dusty fake purple and blue flowers stuffed in them and a mirror with a wooden tree overlay hanging on the wall next to the coat closet.

"Brady's home!" my dad announced.

I'd been hoping I could get to my room before I had to meet everyone. But my dad loved pretending we were in a sitcom where everyone had a corny wholesome love for each other and all our problems could be remedied by adding a laugh track.

My sister, Hayley, popped out into the hallway that led to all four bedrooms. She was wearing an orange t-shirt and denim overalls. Her thin face looked nothing like dad's or mom's. Supposedly, she took after the grandfather that died when when I was three. Pictures of him did kinda look like her.

She walked up to me and hugged me making a show of it for dad. Why she played into his perfect family idea, I had no idea. I hugged her back, but normally, not like I was doing it for a camera.

When she let go, she took a step back and looked me up and down. "Whoa! You got ears and a tail? Awesome!"

"Yep! I figured it was way past time to do so." I flicked my horse ears and then swished my tail, which made her giggle.

Her expression turned serious. "Did you change your face?"

"I got rid of all my facial hair," I shrugged.

My dad's eyes stared at my face so intently that I wondered if he was going to pull out a magnifying glass. "Hmm, that's the cleanest shave I've ever seen."

Should I tell them? Did I need the whole family to be present to start telling them? Was there a correct way to break it to your family that you were trans? If I started lying, it was going to get out of hand very fast. "I got augmented so I wouldn't grow facial hair anymore. I can get it back if I want, it's a cheap procedure."

"Your whole face is different, though. You got more done that that," Hayley said.

My chest tightened so fast that I breathed out a puff of air, like I'd been hit. I struggled to keep the conversation going with, "I got sick of having a babyface that made me look like a high school student when I didn't have stubble."

"It looks good, but a bit more feminine?" Hayley tilted her head.

"We'll have none of that, Hayley!" My dad pointed at my sister.

"None of what?" Her expression soured.

"Teasing your brother. He just got home."

If I let my dad defend my masculinity, things were going to be harder later. Even though I was nervously sweating in the small of my back and my chest felt numb, I said, "She's right, though, I thought a more feminine face looked better on me."

Hayley grinned at her victory over dad only to realize what I'd said and stare at my face and then my hips and then my chest. "Your whole body looks more feminine."

My dad was getting ready to try and hush my sister again when he saw it. "What in the world?"

The tension in me was so high that adrenaline was making my whole body tense and my blood was surging in my veins. There was no going back. I'd made the mistake of wearing jeans that cupped my ass. Feelings of desirability from Jade and Vixi being so enthusiastic about my changes had gotten me into the habit of wearing tighter fitting clothes. My family knew about the augment to my junk because it was state-wide news when it happened. So, wearing more baggy pants would have passed right by their notice.

Unable to run because it wouldn't help anything, I said, "I feel better in a more feminine body."

Haley's curiosity got the best of her and she slapped my chest lightly. I'd never seen her eyes go so wide or her jaw drop so far. "Is—is that padding on your chest or do you have breasts?"

"B—" I gulped as I started feeling sick to my stomach. "They're breasts."

My dad grabbed me by the shoulder to turn me toward him and then gripped my upper arms. "Brady!? What the hell?"

With my voice cracking in anxiety, I said,"I—I'm trans, dad."

"What!?" they said in unison.

"You know, I feel better in a more f-feminine body."

Hayley put her head in her hands. "Oh my God, you idiot!"

"Your mother is going to be through the roof!" He looked around the room as if he was trying to plan a heist. "Do you have baggier clothing?"

"Baggy clothing?" Hayley laughed. "Is that the best you got?"

"Shut up!" Dad yelled a bit too loud.

"You think he, she, whatever! You think he came home to not tell her?" Haley asked dad.

My dad let go of me and sighed. "Son, I'm sorry to have to say this, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

My hands became fists, my eyes bored into my father like they were armed with lasers. All that nervous energy was now fury. "What the fucking fuck, dad?! You're so afraid of conflict that you're going to kick me out of the house?"

Now that my dad was having the conflict he'd been trying to avoid tossed right into his face, he was angry too. I could tell because his smile had become a crease across his face. "It's your fault for doing something so stupid! You know Loretta doesn't like that kind of stuff, you know she doesn't want it in her house. But you went and did it anyway. You brought it into our home without even asking first."

"So, I need your permission to be trans?" I asked. Now I was biting my lip trying not to cry. I was so angry, so nervous, so tense, I wanted to bawl. That's when I noticed that Hayley had left. Had she been so offended by what I'd done that she couldn't even talk to me?

"What do you know about being trans? You never acted like a girl growing up. You played with trucks, you cut lawns in the summers, you drank beer and watched football…Wait a minute." Suddenly his expression changed and he crossed his arms. "Is this one of your pranks?"

Rolling my eyes, I growled in frustration. "No, it's not a goddamn prank! You guys never let me act like a girl! I never even had a chance to be feminine. All of that guy stuff I did felt empty. It wasn't something I owned, it was something I wore to make everyone else happy," I said this pointing at him accusingly. "But none of that matters. People don't need to like girly things to want to be in a feminine body. Women can like trucks, women can cut grass, drink beer, and watch football, mom does all those things!"

"So, what? Are you saying I'm a fucking queer?" My mom's voice came from behind me. So, that's what Haley had been up to.

I turned to face mom, dread filling me like vomit. "No, I was saying the opposite!"

"You think I like cutting lawns? You think I like beer? I drink beer because it's cheap and I cut lawns because your father is a pussy who complains about headaches whenever I make him do it." Great, my mom was defending her femininity when I hadn't even tried to fire shots at it.

"Women can like mowing the lawn and beer and sports and still be women," I said putting up my hands in front of me and trying to be as non-threatening as possible.

"But I said I don't FUCKING like those things!" she said with clenched fists.

"But, honey, you like watching football with me, don't you?" my dad asked.

"Shut it, Clarence!" she glared at my dad and then stepped right up to me, permed curly hair a nest atop her head, white and teal blouse hanging off her thin body. "You think anyone in this town cares about your goddamned queer bullshit?" She spoke next part in a squeaky mockingly flamboyant voice. "Women can like sports, buggery isn't a sin, male or female aren't the only two genders, women can have cocks, men can have breasts. Yeah right! If you wore a dress downtown at midnight, you'd get kneecapped. And you know what? You'd deserve it!"

She was so bad, so awful, that my head was spinning. I'd never confronted her on LGBT stuff, but my body was now a source of confrontation. I was seeing who my mom really was and I was amazed. "You can't mean that!"

Dad tried to speak, but her glaring at him the moment he opened his mouth kept him quiet.

"You know why I never let you act like a girl? To protect your body and soul. And not two years after you leave my house, you get these…" Her hands reached past mine and groped my breasts hard through the binder I'd put on to hide them, it hurt! "You fuckin' faggot!" She let go of them. "You goddamned idiot! God's going to cast you out and I'll be stuck in heaven watching your disgusting abomination of a body burn in hell for all eternity."

I was massaging my chest still wincing in pain. Looking her in the eye, I channeled all my pain and fury. "You know why I don't believe in God? Because I can't believe any being that was made out of love could be so cruel." I grabbed the handle of my roller bag and walked right past her aghast face to my room. My face was twitching, trying to cry, but I held it together until I closed my door.

The moment I hit my bed, I couldn't hold in the emotions anymore. It felt like I was exploding. I shook, I bawled, I nearly threw up. Was I an abomination? My mom didn't even know about my wish to become a horse herm yet. Why did I even care what she thought? Mom had always been mean, but she absolutely hated me now. There was something wrong with me. Something terribly wrong. I'd be lucky if anyone in my family talked to me after I left in the morning. Or maybe I should leave the moment I stopped crying? Just get a hotel, cut them off, and be done with it.

I was grieving for the imminent loss of my family. All those happy memories were now an expanding dark hole inside my mind. I was a fool to think they'd accept me. I was a fool to come home.

Sometime later, Haley's voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you okay?"

"No!" I cried out.

She opened the door and then sat on the bed a couple feet away from me. After a minute, she laid a hand on my thigh. It was the most comfort she'd ever offered. She even patted at me. I don't know whether she was doing it for herself or me. I doubt she'd ever seen anyone cry like I was. She didn't help much, but my body did tire itself out and as a result I cried less and less.

When I quieted down, she got up and came back with a washcloth. Handing it to me, she said, "I'm sorry."

"For what? Mom was going to find out anyway." I wiped off my face and tried to compose myself.

"You know we've got aunts and uncles that are just as bad as her, right? Grandma might understand, but she's always a mixed bag." She sighed. "Are you sure this is a good idea? Are you sure it's worth all the trouble?"

"Wait, I thought you liked drama," I said unable to respond to her question about whether it was all worth it. With how badly things were going with my family, I wasn't sure how I felt.

"I don't like this, Brady. You're scaring me and you're scaring Mom. You didn't see her breakdown after you left."

"Mom is scared?" I blinked.

Making an exasperated expression, she said, "Of course she is! Imagine if you hadn't seen me for months and I showed up looking like a guy."

"I'd be surprised, that's for sure, but I wouldn't yell at you and tell you that you were going to hell." I said.

"But Brady, that's what we believe!" She stood up. "Just because you don't have faith doesn't mean you can just cast aside our concern for your soul."

"Are you really concerned about my soul? Is that really why you're against this?" I set my jaw as I looked at her. "Are you sure you're not just repeating mom's bigotry like a parrot?"

She clenched her fist as her nostrils flared. "I'm not just repeating what mom says. It's in the Bible!"

"Give me the passage in the bible that talks directly about trans people. Show it to me."

"I, uh, fine! I'll go find it." She started exiting the room.

"If you come back with that passage, I want your interpretation, not mom's, not the church's. I want you to point out why you think it says what it says. I want your own opinion. Otherwise, I don't want to hear it."

This only seemed to anger her more. I could tell she wanted to yell at me, but my dad showing up cut her off.

He came in and closed the door. When he sat down next to me, he spoke quietly. "Why are you doing this?"

"Is there a line outside my door? Is mom going to show up after you're done talking to me?" I flopped onto my back and sighed.

"I don't know, she might…What's going on?" He looked down at me. "Why did you come when you knew how we'd react?"

"Because I'm going to get more changes and I didn't want to just cut all of you out of my life."

"More changes?" My dad's eyes widened.

There was no point in hiding it. They were already all against it and I didn't think I could feel any worse than I already did. "I'm going to become an equine herm augment."

"Jesus!" He put his hand over his mouth.

"I'm gonna leave in the morning and none of you will have to deal with me ever again."

"Is that what you want?"

"No! Of course not!" I said.

"You really want to be a—" He acted as if the word he was going to say tasted bad. "—herm, don't you?

"Yeah, I think that's what best represents my inner self." I was finally feeling a bit more relaxed. My dad was actually asking me how I felt instead of just stuffing his opinions down my throat.

"So, all that time when you were growing up, you were unhappy as a guy?"

"Not all the time, but I found out recently I was having panic attacks in my sleep. My therapist thinks it was all the stress from me putting up an act day in and day out. I didn't feel male, I just acted male, and it was putting tons of stress on me."

"Is that why you would always just kind of hide in a corner when we had a bunch of guys over to watch the Super Bowl?" he asked.

I nodded. "I hate the sorts of things guys do when they're excited: punching shoulders, slapping thighs, pushing, yelling really loud. All of it just didn't feel right. I didn't care about the game enough to do any of it but I felt like I'd be ostracized for not participating in it. It was what people expected of me, so I did it anyway."

"You should've told me. I would've found excuses for you to not be at the Super Bowl parties." He shook his head. "Were there other things I forced you to do that you didn't like?"

"Get my hair cut short. Every time you took me to the barber and I told you I wanted to keep my hair long, you made me get it cut short." This was the sort of conversation I'd been hoping for.

"I'm sorry. Your mother was so against it that I didn't know what to do."

"Dad, you can't always make everyone happy, especially now." I put my hand on his. "No matter what mom says, I want you to be a part of my life."

His eyes moistened. "I just don't know. You're going to go through such drastic changes. It's overwhelming to think about."

"I'll still be me, dad. In fact, I'll be more myself after I've gotten fully augmented."

He put his other hand atop mine. "Well, if that's what you need to feel happy, I can work to accept it. You're going to have to be patient with me because all my memories up until now are of you as a boy."

"I don't mind being patient one bit." I let go of his hand. "But I'm gonna need some help in the near term. If mom starts verbally abusing me again, could you please help me stand up to her? I can't do it alone."

Dad's face got pale. He'd been battered by her more than any of us. "If she starts yelling and cussing at you again, I'll try to calm things down. And I'm sorry for asking you to leave, I was worried about her doing, well, exactly what she did."

"Apology accepted. It really hurt to hear you say that, but I understand." I smiled.

"Dinner's going to be in about an hour. Do you want to go get a malt or something? Get out of the house for a bit?" He hopped off the bed.

I got up and stretched. "Yeah, that would be nice."

As we crossed in front of the dining room, mom commanded, "Brady, come here." She was at the table playing solitaire.

The table looked like it would be more at home in a fifties diner than in our home. It had metal around the side of the sea-green top. I sat across from mom.

My sister leaned against the wall looking very curious about this conversation. Without looking up, mom said, "Clarence and Hayley, find something else to do, please."

"Could you wait for ten minutes or so? We were going to go out for malts," my dad protested.

"No. Now let me talk to my son," she said the word "son" with so much emphasis that I cringed.

Hayley left the room along with my dad. They were talking about something, I hoped it wasn't me. I had enough to worry about, I didn't need my family strategizing.

After laying down a card, my mom said, "How much would it cost to undo your augments?"

"A couple thousand." I already wanted to leave this conversation.

"I'll pay for you to get changed back." She said this as if it was going to happen.

"But I don't want to be changed back," I replied.

"I'm sorry for my outburst earlier. But I'm not sorry for my opinion. If you think my reaction was strong, imagine what others in town are gonna think. Your cousins are gonna miss you at family picnics, mom is gonna miss her grandson, and your friends from high school are gonna miss you too. That family picnic you didn't go to, I had to beg my sister to invite you because she caught her husband watching you fuck that…snake. It makes me sick to know that people I spend time with daily have seen you fornicating with her. And now you're going to up the ante? Do you think about anyone other than yourself? Can you understand how hard this is on me?" She said all this still playing her game, looking at the tabletop.

That's when I realized my inner voice, the inner voice that had tortured me my whole life, sounded exactly like my mom. Unfortunately, that didn't help me shut it up. It was like she'd turned the emotions inside me into a black hole. I tried to act upbeat. "I'm not meaning to hurt you, mom. I don't want to hurt anyone. All I want is to be happy in my body."

"Is that happiness worth tearing the family apart? I'll be the one arguing with my sisters to allow you to come to family picnics. And if you look like a herm horse, I doubt I'd win."

My mouth fell open. "Y-you heard that?"

"My sewing room is right next to your bedroom, dear." She sighed. "Look, I understand you wanting to be unique and all. But have you thought about the cost of it? How you're going to force all of us to defend you to people who think what you're doing is a sin? Have you thought about the questions I'll get asked daily about my weird son?"

Was I a terrible person for putting all this on my family's back? Did I really need to be augmented that much? Putting those thoughts away, I leaned back in my chair and tried to act tough."You don't have to defend me. You can tell them you disagree with it, but you still love me because I'm your daughter— I mean son." I put my hands over my mouth. Crap! I'd actually said "daughter" referring to myself in front of her. That wasn't going to win me this fight, it would only anger her more.

"This is all that serpent's doing, isn't it? You didn't want any of this before she came into your life, did you? It's no wonder that you want this considering how much she's been whispering in your ear."

Taking a deep breath and centering myself, I managed not to swear. I couldn't directly deny what she was saying because I never really thought about any of this before Jade and I were an item. "My therapist and I have been able to track a history of dysphoria throughout my life."

"But you two were looking for a history of dysphoria. It's no surprise you found it. Confirmation bias, son." She sighed. "I should have worked harder to warn you about Jade. I know her type. She helped you decide you needed therapy, didn't she? I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one who convinced Eve to eat the apple."

Why she could talk about things like confirmation bias and still have the crazy religious beliefs she did, I would never understand. "Jade's type? You mean someone who I have to remind to not always put my needs above her own? Someone gets me like no one else? The best relationship I've ever had? You mean that type?"

"I mean the type that is too good to be true. The type that comes into your life with the goal of changing you. It's no wonder you want to be a horse herm. That's probably exactly what she wants you to be. Think about all the trouble you're going through. Were you actually unhappy as a guy or was she manipulating you to see things that way?" My mom looked into my eyes, concern on her face. "I don't want you to wake up one day feeling trapped in a body that is so expensive to undo that you're unable to change back. Are you really sure enough to risk that?"

I'd often wondered why Jade would pick me as her mate. There wasn't anything special about me. Sometimes I'd wondered if she only liked me for my horsecock. If my mom was right, those feelings had been right on the money. But those were the feelings I'd been working through in therapy. All the same, I didn't feel like I meant it when I said, "I think I'm plenty sure enough."

"Are you really, though? If I was going to have something like that done, I'd need to think about it for a year or more. It's such a big change, such a personal change, that I wouldn't want anyone pressuring me to do it." She smiled. "Just promise me you'll give it more thought, okay?"

Why was she being so nice? She was only this nice when she was sure she was right. Jade wasn't the manipulative type. Was she? My mom was definitely manipulative. Could it be that everyone in my life was manipulating me all at the same time? Did I even know what I wanted? Why did I accidentally say, "daughter?" Was that a sign that I really did see myself as a feminine herm? "I promise."

That was it, I got up from the table not knowing what else to say. My dad and I went to get malts. I just got key lime pie malt that they had on the specials board, which was pretty good. When we got back, we had a normal family dinner. The baked ham and mashed potatoes tasted great, my mom told funny stories about animals she'd seen on the way to work, my sister talked about her eccentric graphic design professors at the community college. We were a family. It was wonderful. The best part was when my mom stopped my sister from teasing me about how much mashed potatoes I was eating.

My mom's mashed potatoes were the creamiest I'd ever had and she wasn't afraid of garlic. One scoop probably had more calories than a scoop of ice cream. But that's exactly how mashed potatoes were supposed to be.

Somehow, I managed not to overeat. After we made plans to visit downtown together on Saturday afternoon, I retreated to my room to have some alone time. Laying on my bed, reading One Punch Man, something awful happened: I started to think.

Jade and Vixi both really wanted me to change. Was that really what I wanted? It was true that I hadn't thought about my gender until Jade got augmented. There was no way she could have manipulated me, was there? Sure she helped me pick my therapist, sure she talked very positively about being a herm, but she loved it, so of course she'd talk positively about it. But why did she keep me around? I still had no idea what was special about me. Why she and Vixi liked me so much.

Would they still want me to change if they knew the damage it would do to my family? Did I still want to change and hurt my family? My dad seemed worried, my sister was scared, my mom was in such disbelief that she didn't seem to think it was my own idea, and my extended family would be horrified. Maybe I was just being selfish?

Maybe I should just get changed back. Vixi and Jade liked me just fine as a horsecocked guy, didn't they? I'd been happy as a guy most of my life already, hadn't I? A stab in my chest hit me, it was a knife of pain so sharp I yelped.

Revulsion. Anguish. Despair. Being a guy for the rest of my life? No! No! I couldn't do it! But what about my family? I'd lose them. In the last couple years my sister and I had been patching things up between us. A couple years ago, we would have started yelling at each other the moment she entered my room. My dad and I often talked for hours about music. During family reunions, my cousins and I had the most epic flashlight tag. And then there was my grandma who remembered being in a one room schoolhouse in Maine and had the most amazing stories.

Losing all of that, it was too much to bear. But the price of it was too high! I couldn't go back to the way I used to look. I'd be miserable and start having panic attacks when I was sleeping again. The tightness in my chest was getting worse as I got a pounding headache. I couldn't breathe!

I was having a panic attack! I jumped out of bed and rifled through my backpack to get my clonazepam. After popping the lid, I did the stupid thing and shook the bottle into my mouth thinking I'd get one pill really fast that way. Two pills fell in and started dissolving. It tasted so foul that I washed both of them down with water from my water bottle. My eyes went wide. Two? Was that too many?

Then I remembered my psychiatrist saying he could double my dose if needed. That would have gotten me to relax, but the panic attack was still raging. I felt like I was having a heart attack.

How was I so mentally fragile? It was just a choice I had to make. Here I was panicking over it. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I'd just gotten all this in my head and was torturing myself over nothing. Maybe I wasn't trans at all. My giant balls just giving me hormones my body didn't know what to do with. Jade didn't need to manipulate me, all that herm porn I looked at and participated in, it was putting ideas in my head.

Or I was just Jade's project. Why was she interested in me anyway? I was just a useless guy who panicked over stupid shit. Why couldn't I just think about this stuff without losing it? I was so high maintenance. And I was still in so much pain! The pills were doing nothing!

I opened my room door and went to the cabinet in the kitchen where the hard liquor was kept. Grabbing the first bottle I found, I popped the lid and took a nice long swig. The burning in my throat was a nice counter to the pain in my chest. Hopefully the liquor would stop my thoughts like it used to. Hopefully I'd be able to calm down. I was so silly getting this worked up. I took another long pull. Oh how I missed being drunk, not caring about anything. I lost track of time.

The bottle fell out of my hand and my arm felt so heavy I could barely hold it up. Something other than drunkenness was taking hold. As the bottle glugged and made a puddle on the floor, I tried to grab paper towels to clean it up, but ended up knocking the paper towel holder onto the floor too. When I tried to kick it toward the puddle, hoping that would start sopping up the booze, I slid backwards. My body was so loose that I fell on my ass and then my back. It didn't feel like anything was happening, I was so damn numb it almost hurt.

My sister showed up and started screaming, "Mom! Dad! Call 911!"

A fluid was leaking out of my calf and the liquor bottle was in pieces. Had I fallen on it? My pants were wet in my crotch too. What was up with that?

When my mom showed up, she yelled, "You fucking wet yourself? You come home and get piss drunk on my cognac? What the hell is wrong—"

Hayley's hand interrupted my mother by hitting her cheek so hard that her head jolted sideways. "Goddamnit mom, shut up and call 911!" She got on her hands and knees and started wrapping my leg in paper towel. Blood was soaking through it.

It didn't even seem like it was happening to me. The last thing I heard was my sister saying, "Hey! Stay with me!" while shaking me by the shoulders.

* * *

When I awoke, my body weighed four thousand pounds. Moving my eyes was a challenge. A doctor was saying, "I can't rule out a coma, beonzodiazapines and that much alcohol is a nasty combination. We pumped his stomach as soon as we could, but he still had a lot of alcohol in his blood."

"Whaz goin' awn?" I asked.

Haley grabbed me from the side. "Oh thank God! Thank God!"

Mom just looked at me with exhausted eyes that registered only a tiny amount of relief.

Grabbing my hand, my dad said, "You gave us quite a scare, champ."

"Sowwey, I bidn't kow wat I wuz doing." My mouth was so hard to operate. I think I fell back asleep as I was talking.

An hour later, I was woken up by a fight between my mom and dad. I don't know how it started, but my mom was saying, "It's because you're always encouraging him! He can't deal with reality! He can't be a member of the family if he's a herm. No one will put up with it!"

"Is that what you said to him? No wonder he hit the liquor so hard! Did you even read the pamphlet you gave us? Did know that trans people commit suicide at a higher rate than any other subset of the LGBT population? Wanna guess why? It's because people don't accept them for who they are! I'm terrified by what he wants to do, but I'm going to try to accept him." My dad pointed at her and said, "Have you thought about him at all? Have you thought about what he must be going through?"

"What he wants isn't realistic! Thinking the world won't grind him to pieces is fantasy. We are born men or women, nothing in between, and trying to change body God gave you is like a big middle finger right in his face. You think God would make it easy to defy him like that?"

"You know what our piece of shit church says about a wife's place in the household? Remember what pastor Bill said two Sundays ago?"

"What the fuck are you going on about?"

"Of course you don't remember, because you cherry pick whatever fits your worldview. Bill said that a wife should be devoted to her husband and, basically, that the husband should wear the pants in the household. I think that's misogynistic, but he said it was God's will. And he's said stuff like that so many times! But you don't follow that at all. You've never let me wear the pants. You never take my side. Whatever the problems were in Brady's upbringing, you're the one that had final say. So, if you have to blame someone for his being trans, blame your goddamn self!"

My mom took her pointer finger and jabbed it right in my father's face. "You take that back! I'm the one that was protecting him from all that queer bullshit! You're the one that brought it into our house. You're the one who tried to normalize gay people. We're lucky Hayley didn't turn out to be a faggot just like Brady."

Hayley stood up. How long she'd been hugging me, I had no idea. "Mom, would you treat me this way if I was gay? Would you call me a faggot while I was lying on a hospital bed? An hour ago, the doctor didn't seem sure whether Brady was going to live or die. And still you…" My sister's voice cracked. "You're calling her names and yelling like a lunatic!"

Had my sister slipped up or had she actually, consciously, made the choice to use female pronouns? If that was the case, would she have done so if I hadn't ended up in a hospital bed?

"Can't you see? It's all these trans ideas he's got in his head that's messing him up. If he wasn't exposed to that serpent he's dating and that big city college he's going to, he wouldn't be in here." Mom crossed her arms and enunciated every 'he' she said.

That was when dad let loose. "That's enough! Honey, I hate to break it to you, but the reason I started dating you was because you weren't a typical woman. You were more aggressive, dominant, liked sports and beer, could joke around like one of the guys, and knew how to throw a football. I respect that you identify as a woman, but those are not traditional womanly traits. And, if I hadn't married you, I might have ended up with a guy."

Whether Dad meant that last part or not, mom broke. She growled in anger and punched Dad right in the eye while a nurse was watching. The nurse caught my dad as he started to fall and stood him back up. Then she grabbed the phone on the wall and said, "Security to room three-oh-one."

Haley and I stared at mom mouths agape in awe. We'd never seen mom hit anyone. Neither of us was able to believe it happened.

When the officer got to our room, dad said, "I'm not going to press charges."

The cop was a slender dark-skinned man with a pointy chin and unamused expression. "Domestic violence is considered a crime by the state. The state applies charges, not the victim. I'm going to need to question each of you and file a report."

Mom asked, "What? I'm going to be charged with a crime?"

"Yes m'am." He proceeded to go over the law and basically tell my mom that she could get anything from a fine to jail time depending on what the judge decided. A nurse helped address my dad's quickly swelling black eye as the officer questioned him. After questioning each of us, and the nurse, he explained my dad should seek legal advice about what he could do during the trial and any possible civil case he'd want to bring against my mom.

At the end, the officer asked dad, "Do you feel safe going home tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said.

* * *

By the time we got home from the emergency room, all of us were exhausted. Mom's silence was the most noticeable. It seemed a combination of what dad said and her hitting him had kinda turned her off. She seemed like she was sleepwalking, in a constant state of disbelief.

After I settled into my bed, my sister came in. I hadn't turned the light off and she was staring at my "Super Mario Bros." movie poster. It was a trash movie, but I loved it when I was young. She was fidgeting while she stared at it and her eyes were darting to me every so often.

I asked, "Are you okay?"

"Do you want to kill yourself?" she blurted out.

"What? No!" I sat up in bed.

"It's okay if you do." She perched her butt on the edge of my bed.

"Were you reading the pamphlet on suicide?"

She nodded. "The doctor handed that out with the one about trans people after dad explained how you ended up in the emergency room."

"Ahh, well, I haven't thought about suicide in years. You don't need to worry," I said.

"You thought about suicide? When?"

"After I broke up with Rebecca. It was my first good relationship and finding out she was cheating on me with a guy that bullied me was just too much." I laughed. "It was stupid."

"No, it wasn't." She spoke very quietly when she said, "I thought about it when we were with Jobe and Mary."

Of course it would have been when we were with the only people on the planet worse than my mother. How those two became foster parents, I'd never know. "You were only thirteen and you were thinking about that?" I hugged her from the side. She'd always been better at receiving hugs than giving them.

She nodded.

"Was it when they started homeschooling us?"

She nodded again. "I missed all my friends so much."

"Me too." I gave her a squeeze.

"Will you come visit after you get augmented?"

"Sure, but I won't visit mom. That ship has sailed."

She sighed. "Yeah, I'm gonna move out. I'm done."

"Why don't you move to the city? I could help you find a job," I said. It was time to try and put away all that baggage I had with my sister. Compared to my mom, she was a kitten. And she stood up for me when I was too out of it to do it for myself.

"That's where half my friends from high school went…I'll think about it." She squeezed my arm.

"Hey, back in the hospital, why did you call me 'she?'"

"Was I right? Do you want me to talk about you as if you're female? I know you're going to be a herm, so I wasn't sure."

"Yeah, I think female feels best, but why did you do that?" One of my horse ears raised in question.

"I couldn't find it."

"Couldn't find what?" I asked.

"A passage that said being trans was wrong. I don't think the people who wrote the Bible knew about trans people." She looked into my eyes.

"You think people wrote the Bible?" I blinked. "Mom would say God wrote it."

She shrugged. "If God wrote it, it wouldn't be so hard to understand. I think the people who wrote the Bible were trying to listen to God, but sometimes they got confused and didn't understand what he was saying."

I raised an eyebrow. "How long have you thought this?"

"Ever since Jobe and Mary tried to teach us stuff. I started thinking about how each apostle told the story of Jesus differently with conflicting facts." She looked at the floor. "I'm a bad Christian—I just can't see how all of the stories in the Bible can be true at the same time."

"No, you're the best kind of Christian! You probably know more about the Bible than mom does."

"Mom and I had a big fight right after you left for college where she told me that my interpretation of the Bible was sacrilege." She scoffed. "I don't know why I listened to her so much in the first place. She quotes it wrong sometimes."

I laughed. "I'll take your word for it. I couldn't hold any of it in my head. Probably why I stopped going to Church the moment I left for college."

"So all that got me thinking while you were unconscious in the hospital. If God is good, he'd want you to be happy. Maybe God is glad you're fixing his mistake."

"You think God makes mistakes?"

"We were made in his image and we make mistakes, doesn't that mean he should be capable of making them too? Like he made a big mistake with the people he asked to write down the Bible. They couldn't keep his stories straight."

"Wow, I've never thought about the Bible that way. It's really neat." I was grinning from ear to ear.

She smirked. "Does that mean you'll go to church with me if I move near you?"

I grimaced and shook my head. "Hell no!"

Part 4

The wind gusted as I was leaving my therapist's building, making the door a challenge to open. Wet leaves smacked against the glass, some of them sticking, some of them leaving behind droplets that streaked across the glass. The moment the gust died down, I finally got outside. Jade smiled at me from the driver's seat of Vixi's modified van. Vixi was in the naga-friendly passenger's seat grinning.

I walked up and slid the maroon passenger's door open before hopping in. Their tails wrapped around my legs as I buckled up. Jade said, "So, are you still comfortable with our plans this evening?"

"Well, I didn't doubt that I'd still want to go through with it, but your idea for scheduling an appointment beforehand worked out great. I've never been more ready!" I reached down and gave Jade's tail a squeeze.

Vixi said, "Sorry again if I got pushy toward the end."

"It's fine, I was feeling impatient too. Doing the adult thing sucks."

"I'd say it's good your mom dredged up those issues you still had to deal with, but FUCK her," Vixi said.

"Yep, FUCK her!" I said sharply.

"And not in a good way," Jade added as she started driving.

"On the plus side, I had a few months to plan our the soon-to-be-award-winning TF porno 'The Herm Naga Sister's Lab Experiment,'" Vixi said.

Jade turned right onto a big four lane street with a wide, park-like median. "Are you still okay that Vixi and I added a couple surprises to your procedure? We can totally tell you if you've decided you want to know."

"Jade, what makes you think she'll have a different answer the thousandth time you ask her?" Vixi chided.

She laughed. "I'm just nervous."

Vixi poked Jade. "And horny. The whole van smells like excited naga now."

As Jade turned onto an onramp, she said, "Vixi, I can smell you too. Don't act like it's all me."

"I'm barely keeping my pecker in check." It was true, my cock head was rubbing at my extra stretchy panties and I was trying to think about anything other than what was about to happen.

"Okay, so remember the general structure of what we're doing. This is going to be more like a nature documentary because there's no good way to reshoot augmentations. Jade, just try to stay in character and follow the bullet points." Looking back at me, Vixi said, "Brandy, don't worry about anything. Just try to remember what we practiced over the last two months and we'll adapt to you. Try to hold on to your orgasms a bit so the camera can get some shots before you blow."

"Maybe don't talk about this just yet?" The tent in my skirt was getting kinda big.

"Sorry, but I'm going to be busy with last minute preparations when we arrive and I want to make sure you get my full attention before we get started." Her tongue flicked out. "The windows are tinted enough you could probably get off right now if you need to."

My dick lurched. "What? Just lift up my skirt and jack off?"

"You can catch it in your mouth, right?" Her tail moved up my leg to my bulge.

I gasped and spread my legs. "Gah!" Pulling down my skirt and panties was a challenge while I was belted in, but I soon managed.

The moment my dick was free, Vixi's tail wound around it and started stroking. She said, "Jade, a little help?"

"Don't you want her pent up for the shoot?" she asked.

Vixi shook her head. "We don't want her at full mast the moment she's in front of the camera, do we? Plus, she's gonna need something to tide her over until dinner. She makes her own protein shakes, after all."

"You're worse than me!" Jade complained as her tail joined Vixi's.

Vixi laughed as she started stroking me more vigorously.

The fearlessness of Vixi's dirty talk always drove me crazy. In public, she was better behaved than me and Jade, but in private, she could be worse than either of us. Her control over her body and sexuality made her the dom amongst us.

Spreading my legs wider, I reached under my blouse and bra to grope my boobs. They were so sensitive when I was this turned on that I could barely catch my breath. My nipples were so erect that they dug into the palms of my hands. With a steady rocking of my hips, I drove my dick into the coil of their tails. I kept having to give my cock kisses to get excess pre so it wouldn't stream down to the car seat. Other than that, I kinda lost track of time as they squeezed and milked my shaft with their amazing tails.

My moans got so loud I was wondering if people in other cars could hear me. I could smell that Vixi and Jade's dicks were rock hard and I could hear Vixi fingering herself under her skirt. Jade had a death grip on the controls. She knew if she didn't keep them there, she'd be doing exactly what Vixi was.

The sounds of Vixi fisting herself, knowing she'd lost it and that someone in a truck or other big vehicle could probable look down through her window and see what she was doing put me right up to the edge. I loved seeing her flip out in public because it was so rare. As I heard her hiss in orgasm, my balls and prostate burned and my prick started to flare. Grabbing onto my cock and hauling it to my mouth, I barely caught the first jet.

As I drank down my own spooge, I watched people going by in their cars, oblivious to what we were doing. There was a hot tingling in my whole body as I reached down and fondled my humongous balls. Soon there'd be a pussy behind these. Soon I'd be covered in fur, have a mane, and hooves. I'd be me. Betting on Jade and Vixi's tastes, I'd be the sexiest horse herm on the planet.

* * *

Yttrium's was as elegant and well-run as ever and we were whisked away to the room Vixi had reserved the moment we made it to the front desk. It was almost identical to the one I'd gotten tits in except for being slightly larger and the cuff restraints being automated. The loom looked more complex and was bigger around. After being in the room for a half minute, I realized everything looked brand new, it even smelled new.

Vixi's camerawoman had lynx ears, tail, and footpaws. She made no sound at all when she walked. Her partner was a quiet woman with wolf ears, tail, and footpaws who managed the sound. She looked fantastic in the fancy men's clothes she always wore. They worked so well in unison that I often forgot about them only to realize how fantastic a job they did once I saw the finished product. They also helped me and Jade with our porn projects from time to time. Vixi and Jade worked with them way more than I did because I didn't like watching myself. The idea that people would see me having sex was super hot. Seeing myself doing the sex just made me feel awkward. But I wondered if that would change when I was in a body I liked more.

A short woman with hot pink hair that ended in orange tips started heading right toward me. One of her coyote ears twitched as her smile went from professional to goofy. She was dressed like a nurse, but was a bit too happy to be here. She said, "So, you're the horse herm of the hour?"

She'd walked up so close that I had to look nearly straight down to talk to her. Did her small stature give her a smaller bubble of personal space? "Uh, I guess?"

"Awesome! I'm training so I can administer sexual augments. Is it okay if I sit in on your—"

Trudy stopped typing and interrupted the young nurse, "Callie, I'm supposed to introduce you to the patient as an intern, remember?"

It was hard to take Trudy seriously. She was wearing a Star-Trek-like jumpsuit, had all her hair greased down, and every visible bit of skin was covered in white body paint with black seams and rivets painted on. When we were going over the script, she'd offered to do her own makeup. Apparently, she was a huge sci-fi fan and dressed up for conventions all the time. She was kinda out of place in our production because her makeup was on a scale beyond anything we'd ever done. She was going to stop the show whenever the camera was on her.

Callie jumped back as if she'd been kicked. "Doh! Sorry!"

"Don't sweat it," I said before turning to Trudy. "She can sit in on the procedure, no problem."

"Good. Now, Miss O'Malley, do make sure you call for me if you feel the need to. Callie can switch with me at any time."

"I'm really good with magic looms," Callie beamed.

"At the rate she's going, she might be designing them someday," Trudy added like a proud mother.

Callie's eyes darted down to my bulge for a moment before she realized what she was doing and looked back up at my face. Then she motioned for me to bend down. When I did so, she stood on her tiptoes and spoke in my ear. "I'm a fan of you three and I think that's why Vixi picked me."

Blushing as I realized she knew exactly what I was packing, I said, "You're welcome to do whatever you like as long as it doesn't get you in trouble." Her interest in me and her toned tummy, which was highlighted by her tight-fitting teal blouse, made me hope she was going to get involved in the porno.

"I'm so excited about the augments you're about to get, I can't even tell you." She bounced on her feet. "Been waiting to see you turn horse herm ever since you joked about it eight months ago in that video you and Jade did at the nude beach."

Her bubbly verbose nature was already making me like her. "I think I've been waiting this entire time too!"

She hugged me. "I'm so happy for you!"

I hugged her back.

Trudy had one eyebrow up very high as she spied us hugging. Then Jade hugged us both from the side and Trudy's eyebrow just about left her face behind. Jade's breasts were pressing against either side of Callie's head and when we broke the hug Callie was beet red. Jade's tongue flicked out to sample Callie's scent.

Hoping to help the poor girl calm down, I said, "You know, you might want to talk to Vixi about what we're doing so you can help the porno go off more naturally."

"Oh! Thank you for reminding me! I have a couple questions about the script." She ran off toward Vixi who was chatting with the camera and sound duo.

Jade wrapped me in her tail as we tried role playing a couple parts we were worried about. Mainly in the beginning when Jade and Vixi would be setting up the imagined situation I was in. Both of us were blushing by the time Vixi came over and wrapped around us. All three of us went over those lines and then we untangled.

Having been cuddled by my two naga lovers, I wasn't nervous about the act we were about to put on.

Trudy walked up in front of the loom. The blue scales of her ears and tail looked really good against the pinkish grey panels on the wall as she said, "Okay, so quick safety briefing. This is our most advanced loom and it comes with safety features that make this shoot possible. The magic threads that come off this loom are so fine and closely controlled that they will not hurt objects or persons that obstruct them. That said, Callie will have to make sure Brandy is properly restrained before I start the loom and if anyone tries to manipulate the magic threads coming off the loom, I will stop the procedure and cancel this entire project. Lost fingers, and sometimes fatal injuries, have been recorded when a mage tries to interfere with a loom's cycle. We have the best safety record in the state and we're going to keep it that way. Okay?" She smiled to lighten the tone.

We all nodded.

"Good!" Grabbing the pad from its dock on the computer, she motioned for me to come over. "This procedure is going to be quite different from what you've experienced. The pre-recorded mental schematic for what you want your final form to be has been modified by your, uh, girlfriends?" She paused to let me respond to that.

Looking at Vixi, I said, "Should we call you my girlfriend too?"

Vixi's tongue sampled the air as she thought for a moment. "I'm almost a decade older than you, but you know what? Yeah! You feel like my girlfriend. What do you think, Jade?"

"Brandy's definitely your girlfriend too. Guess we're all queer and poly!" Jade said this like it was a badge of pride.

"So, yes, they're my girlfriends," I said.

Trudy blinked because she probably had started to zone out during all that. "As I was saying, the schematic has been modified by your girlfriends. And they want their changes to be a surprise, so there will be no displaying of the image the loom is working to match. This makes it even more important that you use the stop button if you don't like the direction things are going."

"I understand," I said.

"When they get you restrained, grab the stop button and do the short and long presses. If I get what I need I'll give you a thumbs up to let you know I'm ready to start the loom on cue."

"Okay, wave at me or something if I forget," I said.

"Will do." She lowered the automated restraints. "These restraints are connected to a counterweight and allow for some vertical movement. Let's get that range of motion calibrated."

It felt silly to go through various poses we'd use in the porno while clothed in my tiger-striped skirt and matching blouse. Luckily, it didn't take long. After I was out of the restraints, I went over to Vixi and Jade.

Vixi said, "Shall we begin?"

Jade nodded, "Yeah!"

I gave Vixi a hug. "I'm so excited!"

Hugging back, she said, "Me too!"

The moment I let go of Vixi, Jade pounced on me with a hug of her own. After that hug was over, Vixi opened the door and we went out into the hallway.

Jade called out, "And roll it!" then closed the door with her tail and grabbed my left arm.

Vixi grabbed my right arm and opened the door. As they hauled me into the room Vixi said, "Brandy's such a slut, I think it's time we gave her a nice big horse pussy. What do you think, sis?"

"Oh, it's way past time," Jade replied.

"What? You're giving me a pussy?" I said, pretending to be shocked.

"Oh, way more than that! We've been working on a little project: a secret augmentation parlor." Vixi turned my head toward the loom. "Surprise!"

"Whoa, hey, umm, can we talk about this?" I asked.

"No. We know your secret," Jade said.

"My secret?"

They said in unison, as they brought me toward the restraints, "All those jokes you made about being a horse herm, they weren't jokes."

"You two are crazy! I don't need to be a horse herm." I didn't need to do anything to follow the script for this part, I was getting hard just knowing what came next.

Jade let go of me as Vixi slid behind me to grab under both arms. After lifting up my skirt and pulling off my special high-capacity panties, she grabbed the four inches of my prick that had already cleared my sheath and stroked. "Then why do you get harder whenever anyone says 'horse herm?'"

Vixi pretended to whisper in my ear as she grabbed my breasts. "Think about it, you'll have nice heavy horse herm tits!"

Jade bent down and licked up a bead of pre. "You'll have a stretchy horse herm pussy that can take our twin cocks at the same time!"

"Gah!" I cried out as Jade groped my balls and licked at my flare.

"You think our bitch is ready for her big day?" Vixi asked as she squeezed my nipples between her fingers.

My moan caught in my throat as my dick lurched nearly reaching full size.

"I dunno sis, maybe we should wait…maybe I should let her fuck me first?" Jade said.

"We're gonna need to talk about your horsecock addiction. You need treatment."

"Addiction? I just don't have enough protein in my diet." Jade wrapped her tongue around my shaft and took my flare into her mouth.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I sputtered and shivered from feeling her mouth wrap around the sensitive end of my shaft.

Vixi wrapped her tail around Jade's torso and pulled her off my cock. "Hey! I'm not gonna sit here and wait while you suck her off!"

"Okay, fine!" Jade grumbled as she got back up. She grabbed my skirt and pulled it down my legs letting my dick smack her in the face when it popped clear. I saw the cameras zoom in for that shot.

Vixi laughed. "Watching my sister get cock slapped never gets old."

"Right back at ya!" Jade said as she pulled my blouse off and then threw it at Vixi's face.

Complaining while she pulled it off her face, Vixi said, "Hey!"

This was the opening I was supposed to use to pretend to escape, so I dashed around Vixi and made for the door.

Vixi's tail wrapped around the base of my prick and stopped me in my tracks. "Where do you think you're going, slut?"

"Have you even tested this equipment?" I protested.

Callie stepped into the frame and said, "They gave me these coyote ears."

"What? Who are you?" I said looking behind myself.

"I'm their nurse."

"Where's the rest of you?" I smirked.

"Hey! I'm five feet tall!"

"More like four foot ten," I said.

"Four foot ten and a half!" She crossed her arms.

I laughed. "And you're hot as hell!"

She frowned as if she'd been expecting more teasing and then gave a triumphant smile. "Damn right!"

She was the best actress in the room and I was so stunned by her command of facial expressions that I was slow to deliver my next line. I looked at Vixi, "Don't you think ears are a bit different from full body augmentation?"

Vixi shrugged and then acted like she was struggling to get my bra off. "Ehh, it'll be fine." She tossed my bra toward the camera.

My nipples became erect instantly in the cold air and I blushed as I saw the camera zoom in.

"Yeah, you worry too much." Jade grabbed my arms and put my wrists into the automatic restraint. It closed around them and filled the cuffs with air to hold them gently, but firmly.

Vixi moved to Jade saying, "What are you doing with all those clothes on, sis? You know I don't like it when you cover up your slits and your tits."

"But it's not like we can just go around nude all the time," Jade protested while Vixi pulled off her frilly navy blue blouse.

"Who says?" Vixi arranged for Jade's breasts to fall out of her bra and bounce on her chest. She tossed the bra out of the frame toward the wolf augment sound woman who caught it and then folded it nicely.

"I don't know, everyone except us?" Jade was blushing now making her cheeks a darker red.

"Well, I don't hear our nurse complaining." Vixi pulled off her skirt and underskirt together, one button at a time.

"Oh, so you mean I should just immediately strip down every time we're in private or in the company of someone like this kinky nurse?"

Kneading Jade's breasts, Vixi said, "No, I want everyone to see your gorgeous breasts and slits and I don't want you to be able to hide all the boners you get or your pussy when it's all needy glistening with wetness. I want everyone to know that I'm fucking my sister."

Jade's skirt got a rise in it as she stammered, "Y-you can't be s-serious!"

"Oh? But I am." Vixi pulled off Jade's skirt and underskirt in one jerking motion. The buttons unsnapped easily and she tossed it at the sound woman.

Twin cock heads were poking out of Jade's upper slit and her clit was so swollen in arousal that it was parting her pussy. Grabbing her pricks, Jade encouraged them to come out. "Ngh! Why do you say such things?"

"Because I know deep down you're just as kinky as me." Vixi was getting hard now that Jade was exposed. "But I'm not just teasing this time. Sometime soon, I'm going to strip you and fuck you right out in public."

Spreading her pussy, Jade said, "Oh God, sis! Take me! Take me now!"

The main camera stayed focused on them during their lewd conversation. With her eyes darting over to catch the action between Vixi and Jade every other second, Callie grabbed a stepladder from out of a tall cabinet next to the door and plopped it down next to me. Stepping up on it, she grabbed the emergency stop button that was dangling near my right hand and handed it to me. After that, she put the stepladder away and stood near the desk waiting for her next line. I tapped the button and then gave it a long press. Trudy gave me a thumbs up.

Vixi pressed her front against Jade grinding her dicks against Jade's slit, but not entering. "You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like me to forget all about what we're doing to Brandy and fuck you senseless."

"Yes! Please! I need it so bad!" Jade tried to move so Vixi would enter her, but Vixi skillfully countered that. "Brandy can wait just a bit longer, I'm sure."

Pulling away, Vixi said, "Save that energy for when Brandy gets a pussy."

"You're going to let me have dibs?" Jade managed a very convincing look of joyful surprise.

"As long as you don't cum before you're inside her, yes," Vixi replied.

"You're too good to me, sis." Jade moved over to a fake lever that had been put on the wall next to the loom. They must have borrowed it from a B-movie mad scientist set. Reaching toward it, Jade said, "Can you guess what time it is?"

"That meme is so tired. Don't do it, I'm begging you!" Vixi said.

"It's pussy time!" The switch made a very satisfying thunk when Jade flipped it up into the "on" position.

Vixi facepalmed.

From the desk, Trudy, staying true to her android character and speaking in an uncanny modulated monotone, said, "All systems nominal, loom beginning startup sequence." She made a show of acting robotic while she hit keys on the keyboard.

Jade started laughing maniacally as Vixi made a show of being embarrassed to have a sister like Jade.

As the loom spun up, so did my heart rate. This was it, it was finally going to happen! The first place the magic threads went was to my breasts. Patches of grayish red fur followed vibrating paths across my skin as the flesh under it expanded. My nipples were taking on these vibrations too getting fully erect in no time. I squirmed and moaned as the fur spread down my front.

Cautiously, Jade tested putting her hand in front of the tens of thousands of threads coming off the loom. Seeing them avoid her hand effortlessly, she moved in front of me saying, "How do you feel, darling?"

"It feels unbelievably good!" I gasped out as the sensations from the magic popped a cork inside me and pleasure poured out like champagne from a thoroughly shaken bottle.

Jade started licking up the stream of cum that was trailing down the front of my cock. I moaned and then moaned even louder as I saw the camera come in for a closeup. People were going to see this! People were going to see me become a herm!

Vixi posed in the background leaning back on her tail while stroking herself. My breasts wouldn't stop growing. They were starting to look too big for my frame! Was this one of their surprises? Was I getting knockers as big as theirs?

Jade traced her hands along my sides as fur grew in on my torso, her hands eventually making it to my boobs. Squeezing them until I gasped and groaned, she put her pussy at the head of my dick. "I bet you wanna get off inside me, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes! I need to get off so bad!" Unexpected things were happening now, I was getting wider while taking on thicker muscles. I swore I was at least a couple inches taller too.

She rubbed her massive clit and big wet labia against my broad cock head as she teased my tits and pinched my nipples.

My teeth were moving against each other, moving against my jaw. I felt my nose flare wider and wider as it broadened and pushed away from the rest of my face. Seeing fur coming in on my muzzle would have made me cry if I wasn't so busy moaning like a hentai pinup model. On top of that, having my jaw shift was such a bizarre experience. My ears were clicking and I was getting hot jolts from the sensitive nerves in my gums and teeth. I was panting by the time it was over. And my whole body was somewhere between ecstasy and overwhelm.

With my head fully augmented, Jade's attention to my dick and breasts was barreling me toward orgasm. My ankles felt like someone was grabbing them and pulling on them as the loom worked to give me hooves. My middle toe grew out as the others shrunk away. I looked down with wide eyes as the toenail of each huge toe became a hoof. I had to be several inches taller than I'd been before, I was looking down at Jade using a steeper angle.

I swore my balls were starting to hang a little lower and something tingly was happening near my prostate but those sensations stopped as soon as they started.

Callie walked up to Jade's side as the loom slowed. "Time for a quick sensitivity check."

Just as I was about to orgasm, Jade stopped and made way for Callie.

"No! Hey! Come back!" I protested.

I was covered in greyish-red horse fur, buffer and larger than I'd ever been in my life, and I desperately needed to cum. In the script, Vixi was supposed to get me off right after Callie did this check. They needed to make sure that I didn't lose any feeling when my nerves were messed with to add new pathways for my snatch. They'd tested me last week when I was flaccid and they thought it would lend to the realism of the porno to have me tested at the height of arousal while we were filming. I think we were using the word, "realism" a bit loosely. Trudy had painted herself to look like an android, after all. Vixi's creative process was wonderfully random.

But this was seeming like a bad idea. As Callie got in front of my cum cannon, I said, "Hey, uhh, you might want to get a bucket."

"You can hang on for me, big girl, can't ya?" Callie said as she put a gloved finger lightly on the head of my cock.

"N-no, I don't think I can," I said as I felt that familiar warning burn just behind my balls.

"Oh, you'll be fine, sunshine!" She beamed her confidence at me. "Give me a pleasure rating from one to ten."

"Five," I said trying to control my breathing and back away from my release.

She put her whole hand on my cock head and leaned into it.

"Nine! Ahh! Nine!!" I cried out before she could even ask her question, nearly cumming on the spot.

"Good!" Her smile was way too big. I think she'd been dreaming about this day for weeks and weeks. Her hand reached down to my medial ring and squeezed lightly. "One through ten."

"Six," I gasped.

When she squeezed firmly, I yelped, "Nine!"

The burning was worse, I was holding on by sheer force of will now. She grabbed the base of my dick lightly and I said, "Five!" and when she squeezed, my eyes started to roll back in my head, "Ten!" I thought I was a goner, I thought I was going to cum, but she let go really fast and I was biting my tongue pretty hard.

"Maybe give me a few seconds before you poke at my prostate," I warned.

Vixi improvised by having Jade fist her for the camera. How they communicated doing that while the camera was focused on me, I had no idea. This long shot of their fisting and talking about how horny they were gave me a good couple minutes.

"Okay." I was hard, but not about to blow. There was still hope I'd make it through this without giving Callie a fresh coat of paint.

Callie lubed up her middle finger, lubed up my tail hole, and then slipped in and curved her finger toward my prostate and rubbed lightly.

"Fuck!" I tried to yell instead of cumming, it kinda worked. "Eight!" I said. Turns out an eight could get me off now. I somehow managed to hold it back, but I was done. Test over. "Maybe don't try firm."

"We just got one more, just breathe with me." She made a show of taking deep breaths so I could follow along.

After we went through four breaths, I was feeling a bit better. I could do this, I just had to hold on one more time, then Vixi would get me off and I'd have time to get all riled up again while I got a pussy. I nodded to let her know I was ready.

She pressed firmly on my prostate from inside. All those times I willed myself not to cum had just made my release more inevitable, more powerful! My eyes widened, my cock flared, and I cried out, "ELEVEN!"

Taking her finger out of me and pulling off her glove, she watched my flare expand in awe. "Whoa! That's, like, so cool!"

"Bring it to my mouth!" I gasped out as I felt my load shoot up my length. The fire in my balls and prostate was like torture, it was that awkward moment before cumming relieved all your tension.

She tilted her head, trying to understand what I meant. Her eyes stared at the head of my prick like a person watching a tornado come for their house.

I knew what was going to happen, I knew I couldn't stop it, but my mind went into impending doom mode and slowed time down anyway. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I thrusted my cock toward her face. As I whinnied in orgasm, the first spurt hit her square in the nose. Her eyes glazed over and some other part of her took the wheel. I saw the switch clear as day. She went from being surprised to being so into what was happening that she slipped one of her hands into her pants.

Her other hand grabbed onto my cock holding it steady as her face dove for my dick. The second spurt went right into her open mouth and by the third she had her lips sealed against my blunt equine head and was sucking down my jizz like I was water fountain and she was a parched amusement park attendee.

She coughed and sputtered, my cum even came out of her nose, but she stayed with it, determined to get as much down as she could. My dick was a bucking bronco and she was the best cowboy at the rodeo. She even licked at my cum hole and nibbled at my flare to challenge me to give her more. And I did! I so did! I gave her three more mouthfuls after that, trembling and making horse noises I was sure our viewers would love. The best feeling during it all was my big breasts flailing on my chest as I writhed in ecstasy. They weren't too big for my frame, but I was mighty big, so they were massive!

Just as I was recovering from blasting her in the face, she was ramping up to her own orgasm. Licking at my prick and making squelching sounds by pounding herself hard with her fingers, she moaned and groaned and then whined as she came.

She stomped her feet, tugged on my dick, and wiggled her short muscular body like she was dancing at a rave. Trudy was so dedicated to her character that she just watched with intense fascination. That made me wonder if someone expected things to go sideways and wanted to get it on film. I wouldn't have put it past Vixi. Perhaps Trudy was in on it too. From what I knew of Callie, here, I was sure she'd have no regrets. When she stopped her orgasmic dance, she pulled off her top and used it to wipe my cum off her face.

Not missing a beat, Callie looked over at Trudy and said, "Can I do more?"

"You will get into some trouble with Yttrium because you did not heed your patient's warnings, but I will report that there were extenuating circumstances." Trudy gave a mechanical shrug. "Other than that, I do not have the required authority to address your query. The Naga Sisters and their patient must dictate the scale of your further involvement."

"Well?" She looked at me and then Jade and Vixi.

"Hell yes, you can do more!" I said.

Vixi and Jade both replied, "What she said."

"Perfect! If I get fired, I'll at least have a hot story to tell," she said as she pulled off her bra setting her nice round breasts free.

"You're the hottest story I've seen all week." Vixi went over to Callie and cupped her breasts.

Callie arched her back. "Mmm! I love your scaly palms."

We'd gone off script, but I wasn't going to complain. Seeing Callie's fit body get sexed up was gonna be the cherry on top of this whole day.

Running two fingers over her clit, Jade said, "Commence the final stage!"

"Final stage commencing! Pussy growth imminent!" Trudy tapped the enter key and the loom spun back up to top speed.

I had to stifle a laugh so my line was delayed. "I can feel it already! Magic reaching into me, preparing me to get fucked by my twin naga girlfriends!" It was true, my taint and prostate tickled like you wouldn't believe.

As Jade got behind me and parted my cheeks for the camera, a hum was shaking me open. Flesh was swelling outward on either side of the strongest part of the hum. Seeing it on the screen got my dick to poke out of its sheath.

Callie, dear perverted Callie, pulled off her pants and panties and put her small strong hands on my shaft. Massaging it, she said, "God damn, you're so huge and I love it!"

Vixi was fully hard and got behind Callie. "Want some naga dick?"

"Fuck yes, I do!" Callie reached back and parted her pussy. One of the screens was displaying stuff we were filming and right now, her puffy, sopping snatch was on display.

As Vixi teased at Callie's folds with the tip of her right prick, Jade drew her forked tongue across the front of my pussy. I yelped and spread my legs. My clit was forming! She kept flicking her tongue across it seeming to want me to make as much noise as possible. Meanwhile, my new inner walls rippled along their length. I only had a couple inches of depth, but it was nice and slippery in there and I already felt more like myself than ever before.

This self-affirming ecstasy intensified when Jade slipped her tongue into me. The fork of her tongue was so damn dexterous! I was gyrating my hips and screeching in no time. Then she pulled her tongue out and said, "Hey, sis! Her new pussy tastes amazing! You've gotta try it!"

"I'm kinda busy!" Vixi said as she finally pressed her right prick into Callie.

Callie hugged my cock and moaned into it. My dick was now partially holding her up as I thrusted it through the circle of her arms and across her breasts and belly. I was fucking Callie's entire front and judging by her moans, she'd never been happier.

Neither Trudy nor the camerawoman seemed to know what to focus on. Instead of trying to focus on one thing, the camerawoman was doing these sweeping pans of the action that I was sure would look epic.

Jade moved away to give the camera that was on a tripod and aimed at my snatch a glimpse of my progress. Before she'd started licking me out, there was clearly a slit forming. Now there was a little clit and the lips were puffier. With her out of the way, far more magic threads could reach back there. And they were going to drive me insane. It felt like I'd put a dildo on subwoofer and sat on it.

I came from my pussy for the first time as the flesh there darkened to that beautiful equine black and puffed out with those wrinkles around the inner edge to clue people in to how damn stretchy it was. And, wow, my clit was on its way to being larger than Jade's. It was already bigger than the end of my middle finger and I was so turned on that it was as hard as could be. I was somewhere between crying and cumming as I saw my pussy wink for the first time and that clit parted my lips wide.

It was incredible! There, with Jade making sure everyone would see my horse snatch, another wave of orgasm took me right out to sea. This time I whinnied and tried to keep my eyes open so I could watch myself cum. My pussy dripped it was so wet and it winked rhythmically as if it was milking an invisible cock. Pussy orgasms reminded me of the ones I got when my prostate was stimulated, but they were deeper and filled my body with spasming tingles. It was almost like an ache in my bones. An ache that made me lightheaded and feel love for everything around me.

"Ahh! Vixi! YES!" Callie came with her hips quaking and her arms squeezing my shaft.

As Trudy called out, "Pussy complete," Callie's toned tummy rubbing my flare put me over the edge.

Jade wasn't going to give me a break, she jabbed both dicks into me while my pussy was still twitching. Getting stretched open for the first time while coating Callie's legs with my spooge, I cried out, "More!" I wanted to feel my pussy get pounded. One orgasm wasn't going to be enough, not nearly enough. I pressed back against Jade because she was being far too careful. My big mare pussy liked being stretched and the space between her two shafts was adding wonderful friction. Even the slightest tilt of her hips changed their orientation inside me. Sometimes one would poke more upwards while the other one poked more downwards or one would be in a bit farther and than the other. It was marvelous!

Stealing a page out of my book, Callie barked, "More!" to Vixi who was working very hard to hang on and not erupt inside Callie's muff.

Trudy was watching with a wide-eyed awestruck expression. She'd broken character and I didn't blame her one bit. I think the sheer volume of cream I'd unleashed was testing her grip on reality.

Callie and I were completely at the nagas' mercy. I was watching Vixi's tits flail on her chest as she bred Callie so hard that Callie's head was hitting my stomach. She was having a bit of trouble holding herself upright because my dick was shrinking.

"Sis, I can't hang on much longer! Her mare pussy is so strong!" Jade filed a happy complaint.

"She's so tight! I can't hold on either!" Vixi responded.

Just as I thought Callie was gonna slip off my cock, Jade rammed home and both of her dicks shuddered inside me. "Take it all, mare bitch!"

The movement inside my pussy, her scales pressing hard against my clit, and the way her spooge made me feel hot all over caused something unexpected to happen: I got hard again. I didn't have a chance to think about it. Instead, my snatch squeezed her twin pricks hard and I whinnied so loud my voice cracked. I was a horse herm and my girlfriend was cumming in my pussy! Tears streamed down my cheeks as I moaned, gasped, and used the wrist restraints to keep myself from falling over.

"Here it comes!" Vixi hollered. She made three quick thrusts with the last one slamming Callie into me. Vixi, because she was evil, made sure to put one hand around her left cock, and angled it toward me.

Callie squealed in delight as she came again. Her twitching body clutched my cock so hard I was squirming.

As Vixi shot cum into Callie, and at my face, I got lightheaded from all my heavy breathing and moaning. When my pussy finally calmed itself, I hung my head and tried to get some air back into my lungs. I was exhausted. Destroyed. Beautiful. Content.

Pulling out of Callie, Vixi coaxed her off of my cock and to the floor. Callie slumped into a heaving pile of limbs, a gorgeous mess. Her half-lidded eyes looked across all three of us as if to make sure that this wasn't all a dream.

Looking at my still-hard prick, I said, "How?"

Vixi grinned. "We made it so you could go three times in a row with almost no break in between. And you can store up a massive amount of cum now, dear."

"R-really?" My cock was more appropriately sized to my body now that I was seven feet tall. But cumming three times? I'd already produced more cum than anyone should be able to.

Jade hugged me around the middle pressing her still-hard pricks deep into me. "We wanted you to be as special as we are."

It was oddly touching and my voice cracked as I said, "I love you two so so much!"

Jade grabbed the base of my tail for leverage and then punctuated each word with a thrust. "We. Love. You. Too!" I knew she could go multiple times in a row, just like my new body, but I couldn't help but be surprised. Both by Jade's stamina and by the fact that my horse pussy was still up for more.

"Let's put your cock somewhere warm, my love." Vixi grabbed my shaft just behind the head and pressed her pussy up to it. Hooking her tail around me and Vixi, she speared herself with my pole.

Watching how wide her slit had to get to fit me inside was never going to get old. I was so spent, but I reached into my reserves and started moving my hips. We went on like that, every thrust driving Jade into me and then me into Vixi. We went at it this last time like animals. There was no attempt to hold back, there was no softness, just nice vicious copulation. Jade was determined to see how fast she could go, Vixi was determined to break my dick by keeping herself so tight that I was wincing. I could feel my flare dragging on her walls so clearly I was gonna lose it in record time. Clenching down on Jade, I shared the exhilaration. I was rewarded with her gasps and yelps of pleasure.

Then it happened, my flare got so big that Vixi could hardly get me to move inside her. She came immediately grabbing onto me and pressing her big tits against mine. As her pussy milked my shaft, I grunted and unloaded in her. It was easily as much jizz as the first two times and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Jade hugged both of us as she pressed her breasts and face against my back and shot her load deep into my pussy for the second time. Her previous mess spilled down my thighs as she filled me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Callie fondled my balls and my snatch had its strongest orgasm yet. I felt like I was getting struck by lightning. No part of me was still, no part of me was empty. All I could see, all I could feel, was white hot bliss.

The world around me came back in flashes that cut through the post-orgasm fog I'd been in. Both of my girlfriends were still against me. I'd never felt better and judging by how relaxed they were as shared this erotic cuddling, neither had they.

I said, "Welp, that was the best experience of my life."

Jade nodded, face still against my furry back. "I'm going to have to agree."

"It was perfection," Vixi said.

Callie stood up, my cum still dripping off of her, and said, "Uhh, it's not over yet, we need to test your sensitivity now that you've been fully augmented."

"Maybe I can come back in for that? I'm spent," I said.

"Hey, sister nagas, both of you only came twice at most. Maybe one, or both of you could fuck me while Brandy recovers?"

Vixi said, "Tell me, Callie, have you ever considered working in the porn industry?"