Chapter 0 - Chimera! 2+ Players, Ages 18 And Up

“According to the police, Mr. and Mrs. Crawford just vanished into thin air,” Jan announced as she climbed out of the BMW. She was the very picture of a young financial professional from her perfectly trimmed bangs to her immaculate navy pantsuit. It was a bit too warm for so many layers, but it helped to look official when you were entering people’s homes. She cross-referenced an image on her phone with the house in front of her. “809 Walnut Lane. This is the place.”
 
The driver side door opened up and Toby stepped out. “Nice yard, good neighborhood. Shouldn’t be hard to resell this one,” he sighed. He couldn’t believe the bank was still sending him on these tedious foreclosure checks after three years. He had hoped to have his own office by now. At least now he had a partner to keep him company. Jan was fresh out of Harvard and very attractive, which did wonders for his mental health. It would have been even better if she wasn’t such a ice-cold all-business no-nonsense shark, but at least she was easy on the eyes.


Jan moved through the house, stylus tapping at her tablet as she checked boxes and made notes. Toby took his time. He wandered around shouting lousy jokes and non-sequiturs from the other rooms. Jan was not impressed. As far as she was concerned, he was just trying to get into her pants like all the others. Laugh at one stupid joke and the next thing you know you’re getting invited to dinner. Not that he was bad looking or anything. He was fit, good jawline, well-groomed, and only a few years older. If he wasn’t a coworker he’d be a prime candidate for a relationship.


“Maybe they were kidnapped,” Toby posited, slamming the fridge. “Or maybe they robbed a museum and have to lay low with all the stolen paintings.” He could almost hear Jan rolling her eyes from the other room. 


It really was erie how undisturbed everything was. Toby entered the bedroom half expecting to find the couple taking a nap. It was empty, of course. The rest of the house had been fairly neat, but this room was a mess. The curtains had been pulled down, there were tattered clothes strewn across the floor, and the bed looked like a cyclone hit it. In the center of it all, there was a game board. 


The game's bright colors had faded over the years. The title, Chimera, was printed across the top in old-style carnival lettering. A cartoonish drawing of a demon's face dominated the center. A track of red, yellow, and blue spaces ran from the start on its forehead, around the board, and up to the title which served as the last square.



“Looks like they didn’t even finish their game,” Toby muttered to himself.


Jan walked in. “Did you say something important, Toby?”


“Do I ever?” He chuckled, alone, “No. It’s nothing. They just left this weird board game out.”


“That belongs to the Estate. Don’t touch it,” she said dismissively before turning to examine the bathroom. 


“Yeah sure,” sighed Toby. “But check it out. This must be an antique! The art looks kind of 'dawn of animation' so maybe the thirties or forties?"


“I don’t play games.” remarked Jan, looking at her tablet. “Waste of time.”


“Why does that not surprise me?” Toby picked up one of the little plastic game pieces and examined it. It looked like some sort of mythical creature that he didn’t recognize. The overall body shape was like a centaur, but instead of a horse’s body it was more reptilian. It had two animalistic heads, and three delicate tails painstakingly posed behind it. He stared into its tiny vacant eyes.


“Looks like we’re going to get an early lunch.” Jan’s words snapped him out of his trance.


“When’s your next meeting, Jan?”


“I’m free until 1:45.”


“Same. How about we stay and try this board game?”


“Did you not hear me? I don't play games. We’re done here. Let’s go.”


Toby sighed. “How about the loser buys lunch?”


“I’m not in need of any financial assistance, Toby.”


“I think you’re just afraid you’d lose.” He just wanted her to relax.


“Not if the game requires any sort of skill.”  She just wanted him to shut up. “Fine.”


“There we go.” Toby lifted up the game from the floor and placed it on the corner of the bed. Jan grabbed a pair of chairs from the dining room as Toby read the rules aloud.


“each player will roll in turn and be
turned as they answer cards learnedly.
Come to the end you’ll be restored
but be careful not to come on the board
you'll lose and remain for eternity“


Jan sat down and shook her head. "Great, so the rules are written as a cryptic riddle? No wonder this game never got popular. Well, the sooner we start, the sooner we can get this over with. I guess I’ll be the woman.” Jan reached down with a manicured hand and placed a small figurine shaped like a human female on the starting square. Toby didn’t recognize that piece. He looked around for the monster-shaped pieces he had seen earlier, but the only piece he found was a small man.


“I guess this guy will be me.” He placed his piece on the start and handed the die to Jan. “Ladies first.”


She shook the die between her hands and dropped it onto the board. It came up six. “Looks like you’ll be playing catch-up.” Jan allowed a small smile to flash across her face as she moved her piece. It came to rest on a yellow space. Just as she set it down, a small card shot out of a slot concealed in the mouth of the cartoon demon. 


“Ah and here is the card that I will ‘answer learnedly,’’ Toby said, making air quotes. “I guess it uses magnets or something to detect where we landed.” He cleared his throat. “It says ‘Name an amphibious creature, you’ll mix in a random feature.’ Well that’s easy: Frog.”


Jan scoffed, “that’s it? Name an amphibian? I can’t believe how simple tha-- Glp!” she froze and her eyes went wide. Suddenly, she clapped a hand over her mouth and scrambled into the master bathroom, slamming the door behind her. 


Jan dashed over to the toilet and kneeled over it, waiting for an urge to vomit. Moments after Toby had read the card, there was an intense stretching and tingling sensation in her mouth and throat. It was gone as quickly as it came, but now her mouth felt weird. Really weird. She stood on shaky legs and stepped over to the mirror. Her makeup was unsmudged. Not a single strand of her raven black hair had escaped her bun. Her tastefully subtle lipstick was still sufficiently subtle. But no. Something was wrong. 


Slowly, she opened her mouth and a shiny pink blob flopped onto her chin. She gagged and leaned forward, trying to let it drop into the sink. It slid off her chin and dangled from her mouth, extending farther and farther toward the basin. She could feel it sliding up her throat like she was pulling a piece of half-swallowed spaghetti from her mouth. The tip of the blob touched the sink below. The porcelain was cold. She grabbed the length with her hand and could taste the salty sweat on her skin. It wasn’t just inside her, it was a part of her. Her tongue.


Jan raced in no particular direction as she explored the unfamiliar cord of muscle that dangled from her mouth. It was much softer than a human tongue, almost delicate. She withdrew it into her throat with a slurp. Her face did not betray the presence of the altered organ, but she could feel it. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just different. She rubbed it against her teeth, touching fronts and backs of just about all of them at once. Keeping her lips sealed, she brought as much of it  into her mouth as she could. There was no way to fit it all; her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. 


Her heart pounded like she had just finished one of her spin classes. Deep breaths. Now was the time to be calm, collected, and rational. She decided to stick out her tongue and investigate the change further. It shout out of her mouth and hit her reflection square in the face with a splat. Startled, Jan tripped backwards. Her tongue stretched taught, paused her fall for a moment, then came unstuck from the glass landing her on her ass with a yelp. The tongue slapped wetly against her front, dangling to her waist. The hairs on her neck stood on end as it slowly slid up and returned to its home. It left a shiny, slimy streak running up her white blouse. 


“You alright in there?” Came Toby’s voice from beyond the door.


Jan nearly panicked. Could she even talk? She responded, “Mm-hmm!” and stood. Jan gathered some toilet paper and did her best to wipe up the large patches of saliva that now covered the mirror and herself. She whispered to herself as she cleaned, testing out her pronunciation. “She thells She Thells. . . Pether piper picked.  . . The quick brown fox. . .”. 


This was obviously the game’s fault, but how? Magic? Unbelievable. But what to do? Her first instinct was to run, but that wouldn’t help anything. No, she had to come up with some sort of plan.


Toby gazed at the card absent-mindedly. He hoped Jan was alright. Figures she only gets sick after he finally convinced her to have some fun. Maybe she was just faking it to get out of playing the game? No, that was too childish for her. 


The bathroom door opened and Jan stepped out. “Your turn!” She said with a smile.


“Oh! Okay,” responded Toby, surprised. “Are you sure you’re alright? What happened to your blouse?”

“Oh that. It’s fine. The sink--” Jan’s brow furrowed, “-- is weird.” 


Toby nodded and grabbed the die. He tossed it into the corner of the board, also getting a six. “Hah! Looks like I’ll be giving you a run for your money.” He moved his piece to the same yellow spot as Jan’s. 


The demon spat out another card. Jan picked it up and read, “Reptiles sometimes lay eggs, choose one to change up their legs.”  She paused, deep in thought.


“Seriously?” laughed Toby. “Can’t think of a single reptile? What did you sleep through middle school bio?” 


Jan looked incredulous. “Iguana.” 


“There we go,” he chuckled “You could have also said, snake, aligator, dino-- ahh Ahh!” Toby yelped in pain and rushed to pry off his shoes as a massive cramp struck his feet. He sat and kicked off his remaining oxford just in time to watch his dress socks stretch thin over his growing feet. Razor sharp claws pushed through the fabric followed by narrow scaled toes. His muscles strained as his new reptilian digits spread out and lengthened, his socks now covering his feet like a pair of makeshift fingerless gloves. 


The tingling sensation of change crawled up Toby’s legs like a swarm of tiny insects. His legs grew shorter and fatter, reshaping as they maintained their mass. His pants simultaneously bunched up and strained out as they steadily became more and more unsuited for his increasingly alien legs. Finally, there was a loud riip as the seam at the inner thigh tore open. Toby gasped in abject horror as he watched the revealed skin wrinkle and crawl. Thousands of rough, pebble-like scales formed in waves, starting from his feet flowing toward his groin. 


The changes paused as they reached his hips, but only long enough for him to take a breath. His legs spread at the hips like he was doing the splits. He struggled against the change, desperately trying to bring his thighs together, but it was no use. The crotch of his slacks split next, and Jan blushed as she watched his black boxers spill out of the tear. Soon his hips were permanently fixed with his squat legs splayed out, just like a lizard. A pair of pops from his pelvis marked the end of his transformation like perverse punctuation.


Toby shook like a leaf. He panted and stared at his legs with bulging, terrified eyes. Jan approached slowly. “Don’t panic, Toby,” she said. “Everything is going to be okay.” 


Toby flexed one of his feet and watched as the spindly toes jerked into a ball. “What. The. Fuck!?” He shouted. He frantically scrambled backwards, trying in vain to flee his new legs. The motion of his splayed legs kicking wildly struck jan as being exceptionally lizard-like. His doomed escape attempt came to an end when one of his claws snagged on the carpet, sending him face-first into the ground. He laid there breathing heavily. 


Jan kneeled next to him and laid a comforting hand on his back. “You’re okay. You’re okay. Don’t panic. Deep breaths,” she said softly.


“I’m okay? What? What’s happening to me?” Toby flipped over and sat up against the door. His trembling fingers reached down and touched the skin. He recoiled as though he had touched something burning hot, then slowly started to caress and explore his new scales. His touch felt somewhat distant and muted.


“The game transformed you. It happened to me too. Look.” Jan opened her mouth and let her tongue hang down. She moved from side to side a bit, then slurped it back up. The motion sent a glob of spit careening into Toby’s shocked face. “Oh. Sorry.” 


Toby wiped the slime off his face. “What?” He paused. “You knew this would happen to me?”


Jan nodded, “I suspected. The rules say ‘come to the end, be restored.’ I figure all we have to do is play it out, and we’ll be back to our old thelves”. 


“So what, you didn’t think to ask me if I was okay with this plan?” Toby glared.


Jan shrugged. “I did, but you wouldn’t have agreed to it. Frankly, I needed leverage. Now I have it.”


“You. . . utter bitch! I knew you were cold, but I didn’t think you were a psycho!” 

Jan frowned. “Oh come on. You would have done the same thing.”


“No. I think I would have opted for plastic surgery like a normal human.” Toby carefully brought his feet up, dug his claws into the carpet and extended his legs, using the door as support to stand up. His legs trembled as he cautiously pushed away from the wall. For a moment it seemed as though he’d be successful, but he lost his balance and fell. Undeterred, he grabbed ahold of a chair and brought himself into a sort of half-standing half-crouching position above the game board. His feet were planted far apart pointing opposite directions.


“You okay?”


“Yeah I guess,” Toby sighed. “These were three hundred dollar custom-tailored slacks, dammit.”


“I didn’t know that! Why the hell are you wearing custom-tailored slacks on some random Tuesday anyway? Go to Macy’s next time.”

“Well I’ll sure as fuck have to go to a tailor now, won’t I?” Toby shouted, gesturing to his scaly legs. “He could sew me some special pants if he doesn’t pass out at the sight of me!”


“You want to get back at me? Here.” Jan reached down to the board and rolled the die. Three. She moved forward to another yellow square. The board spat a card into Toby’s waiting hand.


He read the card silently. “This almost seems cruel. . .” He gazed at Jan, looking her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl. 

“Wolf spider.”


Jan’s eyes went wide. “No…” A massive cramp gripped her and she dropped to her knees as the changes began. Her stomach contracted violently, pushing. Pushing almost like she was giving birth. A pressure built behind her asshole as she bore down. She was afraid she’d shit herself, but instead of her pucker opening up, it pushed out. She felt the fabric of her panties slide to one side of the new appendage. 


It was like growing a perverse tail with her asshole at the tip. Another contraction came, but this time there was some relief. As she squeezed, her intensites shifted down through her pelvis into the forming sack of flesh. Her slacks strained against the bulging mass. Realizing her predicament, she frantically reached to her waistband to pull her pants down. She groaned as another contraction hit.


Toby watched as Jan’s pants pushed out behind her and tore open. A bulging mass of skin emerged. It pulsed and inflated like a balloon. Large brown hairs sprouted across its surface. At this point it started to be recognizable as a spider’s abdomen. He blushed as he caught sight of her asshole, now in plain sight. It pursed and clenched as it changed. Little spinnerets formed on either side of the opening and wriggled around wildly. As bizarre as the sight was, all that exposure triggered something in his brain. His dick shifted in his boxers, threatening an erection. 


Then it was done. Jan took some deep breaths and stood, hefting her abdomen off the ground. It hung down past her knees. Her slacks’ waistband was still in tact, resting on top of the new appendage. She stroked and squashed it. It was soft, the sensation was remarkably like giving herself a stomach rub. No doubt that’s where her stomach and probably almost all of her other organs now resided.


Jan twisted around to get a better look behind, but her back felt stiff. Her torso, from her shoulders to her hips, was covered in chitinous plates. The overall shape of her body was roughly human, save her waist which had shrunk dramatically. It was like an invisible corset was squeezing her midriff down to almost alien proportions. Strangely, it wasn’t uncomfortable in the least. The chitinous plates still suggested breasts, but she got the feeling they were now more for show than function. She stuck a hand down her pants and confirmed that her pussy was still in tact. 


“Okay.  Maybe this wasn’t the best plan.”


Toby shifted. “You turned out better than I thought. I think you look kinda. . . sexy in a weird way.” 


“In a weird way?” she frowned. “Gee you sure know how to compliment a woman.” Internally, she appreciated the support. “I want to cover it up. I feel naked.” 


Toby shrugged, “I get that. I feel naked too, and I’m fully clothed. Let’s just be professional, get this over with, change back, and forget about what we saw.”


“Fine. Your move.” 


Toby leaned over the board and noticed that the game pieces had changed. His little man now sported a pair of squat lizard legs, propping himself up on all fours with little human hands. Similarly, Jan’s piece had a bulbous abdomen hanging behind it. He picked up the die, took a moment to brace himself and rolled again. It landed on one. He moved his piece forward a single space, commiserating with his iguana-legged piece’s movement difficulties. 


Jan grabbed the card and read it. “Let’s see. This one says, ‘Female parts to make them whine, match the look of your favorite canine.’”


“Female parts? I don’t like the sound of that. Maybe the card won’t have any effect on me because I’m a man?” Jan raised her eyebrows in response. Toby sighed, “Well, either way I want to pick the species.” 


Jan nodded. “That seems fair. Got a favorite dog breed?”


“How about Great Dane? The last thing I need is a pair of chiuaua arms or something.”


“Very well. Great Dane it is.” 


The couple held their breath waiting for the change to start. Toby’s penis twitched. Suddenly every muscle in his crotch clenched as the now familiar  warm, tingling sensation pooled in his lower stomach. His legs shook as his balls pulled up against his groin. They felt tighter and tighter until the pressure was almost unbearable, and then one of them popped up inside of him, followed shortly by the other. His eyes widened in shock, and his hand shot down the front of his pants. His fingertips brushed against the tip of his dick just in time to feel it follow suit, leaving him nearly smooth. A small crease formed in the remaining mound and bloomed to prominence, puffing out the flesh around it. He traced his fingertip along his new slit, shuddering at a new, unbidden pleasure. He was no longer a man.


Toby’s taint twinged as it shrank, pulling his new canine pussy back between his legs. His wide-legged stance made him feel exposed. If it weren’t for his boxers, his changed genitals would be plainly visible (and accessible) from behind. “Oh no,” he groaned, looking at the slick sheen on his fingertips. 


Jan was transfixed. She knew she should give him privacy, but something about watching her coworker’s unnatural emasculation fascinated her. “Do you want to go to the restroom--?”


“No.” Toby responded, curtly. “Let’s. . . just keep going. It’s your turn.” Toby didn’t want to see. His own dog, Bella, had treated him to that view plenty of times. Still, he couldn’t ignore the sensation of his underwear against the tip of his spade, nor the twinges of pleasure that it brought. He needed a distraction. 


The die rattled onto the board. A five. “Our first red space,” Jan said, moving her tiny plastic avatar forward five spaces.  “Only 22 more squares until we’re done.” Jan was relieved. The game would be over before they changed too much. Another part of her was disappointed. This was the most exciting day she’d had in as long as she could remember. Being transformed was exotic. Hot even. Like bondage in your own flesh. Her stomach flipped behind her as her skin grew flush. A million hairs on her abdomen stood on end. 


Jan looked at herself in the bedroom’s full-length mirror. The whole spider-woman look was really growing on her. Her figure was to die for. She licked her lips and stuck her massive tongue out at her reflection in a teasing manner. Not bad. “It’s a shame I’m not a lesbian,” she pondered. “I bet this thing would feel fantastic.” 


“You feeling alright, Jan?” asked Toby. 


She had forgotten about him. She turned to him and smiled. “Yeah everything’s fine.” He didn’t look half-bad either, she thought. His new posture put his head level with her own pussy. She pictured herself standing, spreading her legs, and having him go to town on her.  She loved the way his toes were sticking out of his socks, but she wanted to see more. She wanted to see what had happened between his legs.


“I’m sorry about your slacks, Tobes.”


“It’s fine.” Toby reached down for the die.


“I have an idea. Let’s take off the rest of our clothes now. That way we don’t have to worry about ripping them.”


Toby’s eyes narrowed. “I think I’ll keep mine on for now.”


“Fine. I’ll go first.” Jan unbuttoned her blouse and slid it over her head as seductively as she could manage. The air was cool on the soft bits between her exoskeletal plates. If she still had nipples, they’d definitely be hard. 


“You’re acting kind of strange, Jan”


“Nonsense. I’m thinking perfectly rationally. And besides, I’m enjoying myself. Isn’t that what you wanted?” She kicked off her shoes and socks. “You sure you want to keep your clothes on?”


Toby considered her proposition. “Fine, I’ll do my shirt, but the pants stay.” He had no interest in revealing his new bitch’s pussy to her. He didn’t even want to acknowledge its existence to himself, but as he shifted about and took off his shirt, it rubbed undeniably.


Jan handed him the die. “Good luck.”


Toby rolled. One. Another one. The next square was yellow as well. 


Jan picked up the card and smiled as she read it. “Add a new part, and it won't be the least, from the body of a chosen mythical beast.”


“Mythical? Let’s see. . . I want something strong and masculine.”


“How about a unicorn?” Jan suggested. 


Toby gasped as the tingling sensation washed over his head. He clasped a hand to his forehead where it was most intense. A pressure grew and grew under his hand until, with a prick of pain, he felt his skin give way to newly growing bone. He grasped the horn and tried to stop it, but the pearlescent length grew steadily. The change took only a few seconds. He was left with a foot and a half of perfectly straight unicorn horn rising proudly from his head. 


“Dammit, Jan! I said something masculine.” He ran his fingers up and down the ribbed spire and marveled at how solidly attached it was.


“Unicorns are totally masculine. Why do you think women like them so much?” 


“Fine. I guess it could have been worse.” Toby reached a finger up to the tip of his horn and tested its sharpness. “Your turn.”


Jan grabbed the die as she examined Toby’s newest change. It actually looked really good on him. Something about the single horn extending at that angle screamed confidence and power. She rolled the die. Four.. 


Jan moved her piece four spaces up and landed on a blue square. The pair waited. They made eye contact. They waited some more. 


“Nothing? That’s it?” Toby asked. “You get all the luck.” He grabbed the die, gathered his courage, and rolled.


It came up three, putting him on a red space. Excellent. No new changes. As he moved his piece, he thought about the transformation he’d undergone. He had mostly gotten used to the legs at this point. That wasn’t so bad. Now he had this new horn sticking out of his head. He chuckled internally at the thought of being ‘horny.’ That reminded him about his other, less obvious change and his stomach sank. He thought about what his fingers brushed up against when he stuck his hand down his pants earlier. The hot, fleshy mound that had replaced his maleness. His dread turned into a nervous excitement. He wanted to touch it again. He flexed his pelvic muscles and felt it brush against the back of his silk underwear. That felt good. 


Toby casually shifted and lowered his crotch to the ground. His lizard legs made it easy. He pressed against the carpet and gasped at the twinge of pleasure that followed. He shifted his weight back and forth, grinding his rear against the carpet. It was different than stroking his dick. This felt like more of a tease than the main event.  He hoped Jan didn’t notice.


She was too busy taking her turn to notice Toby’s dry humping the carpet or hear his increasingly quivering breaths.  “Three” She announced, moving her piece forward onto a yellow space. 


Toby stopped his motions and read the card. “Your opponent will change how they're fed, when they find themselves with a reptile's head.”


“My head?” Jan had a ‘butterflies in the stomach’ feeling in the furry abdomen that hung behind her. This was a whole new level. But her anxiety mingled with excitement. She was leaving her humanity, and its stifling social stigmas, behind for a little while. It was liberating. “What are you waiting for?” 


Toby squinted at Jan and tried to picture her with various reptilian heads. Turtle? No. Alligator? No. 


“You know what suits you? Rattlesnake.”


It started with a stiff feeling in her neck. As she stretched it left and right it grew longer and thicker. Her head was next, jaws widening, forehead flattening, face pushing forward. The new muzzle consumed her nose, leaving her with two angular forward-facing nostrils. She brought her hands up to touch her changing head, feeling the bones shifting beneath the skin. Her eyes grew larger and farther apart. Her hair fell out in clumps. She brushed it away, leaving her snake-shaped head covered in bare human skin. Skin that soon hardened and cracked, lifting into aggressive-looking scales. These scales cascaded down her neck, transitioning into small exoskeletal plates around her collar. 


Toby was enthralled by the spectacle. “I like the new look,” he said, truthfully. She looked predatory in a powerful, sexy sort of way.


“So do I,” she replied in a deeper, huskier voice. Jan had to bend her neck to look forward now, but it wasn’t a problem with the extra length. New pits on either side of her nostrils picked up the temperature of whatever she was looking at. She circled around Toby. She could feel the heat of his pussy like it was pushing against her face. Her tongue slid out of her mouth like it had a mind of its own. It was just as long and slimy as ever, but now it also had a forked tip. When she pulled it back in, it came with all the smells of the room. Chiefly among them: the double-strong musky, spicy scent of female arousal. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was who was finding this team building experience particularly exciting. 


Jan handed him the die.  A few more changes would loosen him up. 


Toby took it from this new creature. He had to remind himself that it was still Jan in there. After all, that way she was looking at him was decidedly un-Jan. He felt like a piece of meat on display. He rolled. Five. Another yellow space. Jan grabbed the card from the board and read aloud: “Extra legs to crawl and scurry. Choose an insect, be sure to hurry.” 


“Well shit,” Toby sighed. “I guess I don’t care what you choose.”


“How about an ant?”


Toby closed his eyes and patiently waited for the changes to be over. His new legs sprouted from just below his ribcage. Jan watched them twitch and grow until they pressed against the carpet. They were much more slender than his lizard legs but just as long. 


Toby opened his eyes and looked down. “ugh. Gross.” He tried putting some weight on his new limbs and was pleasantly surprised by how well they took it. He cautiously lifted his hands off the ground and remained balanced. “Well it looks like I don’t have to go on all fours anymore. . . that’s a plus.”


Jan put her hands on her chitinous hips. “Being part bug isn’t so bad.” 


Toby handed her the die, and she rolled.  Five. Toby picked up the card. “To change their legs just give the word: the common name of a chosen bird.” He liked imagining what sorts of forms Jan could take. He wanted her to be even more beautiful than she had already become.


“I should--” Jan started.


“Red tailed Hawk.” Toby interrupted.


Jan’s legs bent involuntarily as the changes swept through them.  Her toes spread out and lengthened. Her big toe wrenched inward and ended up pointing in almost the entirely opposite direction. The arches of her feet stretched like taffy, growing to be three or four times their original length but remaining narrow. The rest of her legs did the opposite, shortening and bulking up. Her slacks strained to contain them. Her toenails were replaced with wicked sharp talons, and her feet became pale yellow as the skin became thick and rugged.  Jan hissed with relief as her pants finally split open, freeing freshly formed plumage. 


“I was going to say. I should take off my pants,” jan said, as she fumbled with her belt. She tried to slide her pants over her abdomen, but stumbled. These new legs were difficult to figure out. She brought a talon up and sliced through the waistline, freeing herself. 

Toby gazed up at the body he had helped create. Her rattlesnake head perched proudly on a lengthy sinuous neck. An extra long, extra slimy tongue periodically slipped between her scaled lips to taste the air. Her torso, from her delicate shoulders to her wide hips was covered in dark, exoskeletal plating. Most of the organs that had once been in her stomach now lived in the fuzzy brown spider’s abdomen that now hung behind her, leaving her waist impossibly narrow. Her arms were human still, but her legs were now beastly, predatory avian things. And between them, now fully revealed was her snatch. Chitinous covering gave way to supple, black folds. It was glistening with arousal.


He felt woefully inadequate. He stood almost half her height on his lizard and ant legs. Though the fact that he often squatted lower for a chance to brush his bitch’s spade against the floor didn’t help. And on that front, his pants were blocking his attempts at getting any real satisfaction. The rest of him was unchanged save the spiral unicorn horn that stood proudly from his forehead. How could a powerful, beautiful creature like Jan be attracted to such a miserable thing like him?


Now was Toby’s chance to catch up. Both on the board and in body. He rolled the die. Two. His piece landed on a red space. Almost instantly the heat in his pussy redoubled. He dragged his behind against the floor but it wasn’t enough. He felt so. . . empty. 


“Well now that you’re naked, it seems rude not to join you.” He said, trying to play it cool. He unfastened his belt and stretched his legs out behind him. “Could you help me take my pants off? These legs. . .” 


Bingo. Jan knew it would come to this. “Of course. Although it is fun to watch you struggle.” She half-walked half-hopped over on her talons and grabbed his waistline with both hands. Toby squirmed, she tugged. Soon his pants were down to his ankles. His bare ass was up in the air right in front of her face, and his new vulva was clearly visible, nestled between his thighs. It was a dark grey color with a moist y-shaped slit that teased a pink interior. She quietly reached her tongue toward it, stopping just shy of touching it. 


“How bad is it?” Toby asked, blushing furiously. 


Jan quickly slurped her tongue back into her mouth. “Not bad. I actually think it’s kind of cute.” She savored the decedent scent she had captured as she pulled the slacks and boxers past his scaly feet. “This underwear, Toby.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s practically soaked! Looks like someone is a bit of an exhibitionist.”


“Am not I --” toby swallowed. “It’s this damn game. The changes and those red spaces. It’s making me so horny I can’t stand it!” He reached a hand down and touched his pussy. His fingers were cold, but it was like a sip of ice water on a blistering day. He sighed with relief and rubbed the hot, puffy folds. It felt wonderful. “I’m sorry. I need this,” he moaned. “I hope you don’t mind.”


Jan watched his middle finger probing the slit before sinking in to the second knuckle. “Only if you don’t mind if I take an occasional peek.”  She shook the die in her right hand as she subtly rubbed her own cunt with the left. Her talons gripped the carpet in pleasure. For a little while the two of them simply sat there masturbating. Toby noticed Jan, but he didn’t say anything.


Finally, she threw the die. Five. Her piece landed on a yellow space. Toby used the hand that wasn’t buried in his canine passage to grab the card. “South in the falls and north in the springs--” He moaned unexpectedly, then continued,”Replace their arms with avian wings.”  


“No,” Jan groaned. “Just give me a little bit longer. . .” She probed her entrance with her fingertips while she still had them. Toby watched carefully and mirrored her motions, taking notes from the person who was more experienced with this particular brand of self-pleasure. 


“Scarlet macaw.” 


Jan sighed as her fingertips melted away into her quickly elongating hands. Her arms twisted and bent back away from her groin, leaving her woefully unfulfilled. The beautiful cascade of rainbow feathers that grew from her new wings was hardly any consolation. She rubbed her wings against her crotch, but it accomplished little besides smearing her feminine lube up and down the new feathers.


“Dammit Toby,” She hissed in frustration, “I was just getting started.” She craned her elongated neck down and slid her tongue across her folds. The slimy saliva was almost too slippery. There wasn’t enough friction. Her own musky taste coated her tongue as she finally went to town, lapping up and down. She made use of the muscle’s new forked tip, spreading her pussy lips apart and pinching her clit between the pointed ends. 


Toby took a few shaky steps to the die and rolled. One again. Another Yellow space. “Will your choice be nice or naughty. when you select their new feline body?” 


“Lioness.” 


Toby stopped masturbating for a moment and dropped his hands to the floor. His skin prickled as soft fur sprouted across his torso. His chest barreled out as his body shifted into an honest four-legged stance. He looked something like a bizarre, alien sphinx. 


“Lion-ESS? You get to specify sex too?” Toby complained, running his hand across two rows of new, sensitive nipples. He shivered at the touch.


“I didn’t need to. You’re already a woman.” Jan laughed, tongue still working between her legs.


He strained and stretched trying to reach his pussy but his changed shoulders made it difficult. “Gah. I can’t reach anymore. This is the worst!” 


“Let’s work together then.” Jan flapped her wings once and landed on the bed. She flopped back onto the covers making sure to land with her abdomen safely between her legs. “You crawl up here and put those fingers to work. I’ll see what I can do to help you out.” She stretched her tongue out and made a beckoning motion. 


Toby needed no further convincing. His six limbs carried him easily up onto the bed. The two shuffled and rearranged themselves so that he was straddling Jan. His scaly thighs were spread wide on either side of her reptilian head, and Jan’s pussy was right there in front of his face. The board was positioned next to them on the bed so that either one could reach it. 


Toby ran a hand up Jan’s abdomen. It was warm and pulsed in time with her rapid heartbeat. She shivered at the touch, and clenched her talons in anticipation. He pressed a fingertip just between her spinnerets and watched them flexed in response. He slid the finger down her abdomen, between her legs over the spot where her asshole use to be, and up between her moist lips. He went to work massaging and teasing her opening, spreading her lips apart, and sensually probing her twitching passage.


Jan let loose a very animalistic hiss. Toby jumped a bit in surprise, but continued. As few beads of arousal that were hanging on the tip of his triangular pussy dropped onto the scales of her neck. She lapped them up before reaching her tongue up to his opening. She teased him a bit with some slow licks around the outside of his organ. It flexed needily in response. She probed one end of her forked tongue inside, then the other, then finally both. Toby gasped and clenched around the welcome intruder. She pumped in and out, amazed at how easily he took the girth of the enhanced muscle. 


Toby reached a shaky hand out and rolled again. Jan, without pulling her tongue from its new home, craned her neck over and read the card silently. Jan hised in frustration. She was clearly agonizing over her species decision. “Alligator!” she finally cried at a loss. 


Toby’s hands slid away from her pussy and planted themselves onto the bed. They grew shorter and lost their range of motion. His thumb sank nearly all the way into his hand as webbing spread between his fingers. Substantial scales soon covered his new arms. He tried to reach one up to her crotch but the angle was all wrong. Not to mention those uncomfortable looking blunt claws.


“Dammit, I was so close to cumming...” Jan lamented sliding her tongue out of his passage. It gaped open.


“Cumming?” Toby repeated. “The rules of the game! ‘be careful not to come on the board
you'll lose and remain for eternity’”


“So?”

“So maybe it means if we cum while our pieces are still on the board, we’ll be trapped like this.” 


“Well then I guess we’d better be careful not to cum,” Jan growled. She brought her powerful, dextrous foot up, grasped Toby’s horn, and brought his face down to her slit. He got the hint and went to work pleasuring her with his mouth. “Only 7 spaces to go.” Jan shot her tongue out to the die and pulled it into her mouth. She spat it onto the board. Four.


Toby watched the heavily mutated piece move forward on its own, landing on a red space. Jan’s hips buck upward desperately. He was hesitant to resume pleasuring Jan, but a slow, sensual stroke of her tongue from his pussy to his asshole reminded him of his own need and convinced him otherwise. 


Toby reached one of his insectoid legs out and kicked the die. His piece moved 4 spaces forward and landed on a yellow square. Jan read the card: “Yes it’s feline and people will gawk, when they see the spot you’ve chosen for this cock.” 


“Ooh! I get to be male again!” Toby exclaimed between licks. “give me a big one. I promise to share.” 


Jan was enjoying tongue-fucking Toby’s canine cunt, but she also liked the idea of some proper stimulation. “Tiger then. And as for where, “ she mused, “how about in the place of your tongue.”


“What!?” Toby gasped, half surprised, half because Jan had spread the tips of her tongue apart while it was deep inside him. “I can’t behlieb you--” his thought was interrupted by a sudden pressure in his tongue. It was growing. The changes finished quickly and left his mouth feeling fuller than before. His tongue was so sensitive, but it was so stiff that he had a hard time investigating. He couldn’t maneuver it around his mouth anymore, just back and forth. He could still taste, but now there was a new flavor flooding his mouth. That was the moment he learned that tiger precum tasted a bit salty. 


Jan grasped his horn in her talons and pushed his face into her crotch again. “You promised to shaaaare,” she cooed. Toby stuck his tongue-turned cock out of his mouth. He barely had to cross his eyes to see it extending seven or eight inches past his lips. The air was cold on its pink, spiny surface. He lowered it to Jan’s opening and slowly inserted it. It felt marvelous. Much better than his human dick. The soft barbs along the surface lit up when he pulled out, and it was almost too intense. It was worth enduring for the brain-melting joy of sinking it in until his lips touched hers.  He didn’t want to climax, but he found Jan’s pussy impossible to resist. 


The creature below him was in the same boat. She was only three spaces away from completing the game, but she could feel her climax building. The feeling of his new cock reaching all the deeper places where his tongue couldn’t had her shuddering. She clumsily stretched a wing out toward the board and hit the die as her vision blurred with pleasure. Waves of pleasure built and crashed against her. Their pussies spasmed in time with one another as they reached their peaks. Toby felt a familiar pressure in the base of his tongue that quickly shot to the tip as he flooded Jan with tiger cum. It was the best orgasm of both of their lives. So overwhelming and consuming was it, that world melted away around them, and the pair lost consciousness.


Jan was the first to come to. A foot and a half of limp tongue led from Toby’s canine spade to her mouth. They weren’t in the bedroom anymore. Now they were laying on a warm stone in a grand chamber. She slurped her tongue up and caught a whiff of sulfur.


Looking around, the pair saw another world.  Hoards of bizarre beasts engaged in an unending orgy around them. Each creature was a chimeric mix of animal anatomy. Many had multiple heads, tails, or legs. Toby  could swear he saw one that looked awfully similar to the first game piece he had found on the board. It was slumped over another chimera, drooling in post-coital afterglow.


A massive throne towered over them. Sitting in it was the very real and decidedly NOT cartoony demon from the front of the board. He lounged on the seat while some relatively unchanged women licked and caressed his semi-erect equine shaft.


Jan and Toby, despite their recent mind-blowing orgasms, found themselves growing aroused once again. This wouldn’t be such a bad way to spend eternity. At least there was plenty of variety. 


And they couldn’t wait to meet the next group of players.


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