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This worksheet is focused on identifying clichés within sentences. It presents twelve sentences, each containing a cliché, and the student’s task is to underline the cliché in each sentence. The clichés used in the sentences are common English idiomatic expressions. The activity is straightforward and requires students to read each sentence and highlight the overused phrases that have become so familiar they have lost their original impact.
The worksheet teaches students to recognize clichés, which are expressions that have become overused to the point of losing their effectiveness. By identifying these clichés in sentences, students learn to pay attention to the language they encounter and use. The exercise also helps them understand the importance of original expression in writing. Additionally, it can enhance students’ awareness of idiomatic language, which is a significant component of English fluency. | EDUCATION |
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Alam kaya ni ayden??!
Inaannounce na sa department namin na half sister ni ayden si jamaica.
But i remember that day sinabi ni jamaica na iaannounce nya na kapatid nya si ayden sa party.
Andun si ayden, but alam nya kaya na bukas na yun??
I came back from my senses ng biglang hinawakan ni ayden yung kamay ko
"<i>you okey beautiful?? Nag zone out ka sexy" - </i>lambing na tanong ni ayden
I dont think im in the right position na sabihin yun sa kanya.
Dahil im not even sure kung mangyayari tong iniisip ko.
So all i need is shut my mouth and support her!!
"<i>is this still about dahil di ako nakapag update?? Im sorry baby girl, nabusy lang ako. I didnt even know na ang bilis ng oras dahil sobrang occupied ako"</i> - she explain
Oh wait!!
Yeah!!
Why i shipping forget about that?!!
"<i>yup ate, and you dont even need to worry dahil binantayan ko si ayden"</i> - biglang sabi ni princess
Napalingon ako, i was surprised ng makita ko yung tatlo kong kapatid na nakaupo sa sala, dahil i didn't notice them earlier dahil sa sobrang dami kong iniisip.
"<i>please sexy?? Im sorry!! What i need to do? Para patawarin mo ako??" -</i> ayden sweetly said
I heavy sighed.
I know na nakakatampo na di sya nagchat, but either am i. Dahil sobra din naman ako na busy.
And now is not the right time na mag tampo.
There's a possibility na iannounce tomorrow na anak sya ng dad nya
And that will be a big day for her!! I need to be there for her.
"<i>just promise me, na whatever happened or kahit anong maging problem mo, just say it to me. Okey?? Im always here for you no matter what. Okey??"</i> - seryosong sabi ko
She furrowed her eyebrown, maybe nagtataka sya, bakit bigla akong sumeryoso.
Instead of asking me why, tumango lang sya. Agreeing to me.
" <i>of course baby girl. Of course. So sorry na beautiful??</i> "- ayden asked
I smiled and nodded.
"<i>on one condition, kiss me first" -</i> i straight said
Napataas yung kilay nya, smirked plaster on her face.
"<i>of course baby gir!!" -</i> she excitedly said and smashed her lips into mine.
Im tasting every part of her lips, coping the time na di ko sya nakasama this morning. Loving the feeling na hinahalikan ko tong babaeng mahal ko.
"<i>EWWWWWW!!!"</i> - all of them whine
We laughed between our kissed, ayaw ko man, but i slowly pulled to our loving kiss.
I bit my lower lips, once i opened my eyes at nakita kong nakatingin na sya sa mga mata ko.
I love how her eyes shine every time she's looking at me.
"<i>i love you baby girl</i>" - she sweetly said
"<i>i love you more baby</i>" - lambing kong sabi
"<i>AND I THINK WE NEED TO GO NA!"</i> - Rainalyn said
I heard na tumayo na sila at lumabas, we even laughed ni ayden ng binagsak nila princess yung pinto pasara.
"<i>even now, im surprised na maaasar ko yung kapatid ko with that kind of flirty moments we have. I never thought na aasarin ko sila ng ganun baby" -</i> i said
Dahil even now??
Mula nung umpisang natulog si ayden sa bahay, the day i introduce her to them. Until now di ko akalain na magiging sweet akong tao, at ikakairita ng mga kapatid ko yun.
You know??
I loved to tease them pag nagiging sweet kaming dalawa
"<i>masarap asarin ng kapatid mo eh"</i> - ayden said laughing, habang inaalalayan ako patayo, palabas ng rv.
Huminto ako pag baba ng rv at tinignan ko sya ng masama. I saw how shocked she is, ng makita nya ang sama ng tingin ko sa kanya.
"<i>masarap?!?!!"</i> - asar kong tanong
Kumunot yung noo nya
"<i>masarap asarin baby girl. Ano bang iniisip mo sexy" </i>- takang tanong nya
"<i>masarap?! I should be the one na masarap ayden, no one else!!"</i> - asar kong sabi
I don't know, but mas lalo ko pang kinaasar ng mag smirk sya.
"<i>you are saicey!!! You are baby girl!!!! Your overthinking over nothing sexy!! I love you saicey, so much baby girl. Ikaw lang gusto ko sa lahat sexy"</i> - lambing nyang sabi
Napapout ako sa sinabi nya, maybe yes, im overthinking.
But come on, i wanted to be the only one.
I rolled my eyes, naglakad ako, leaving her there. But napahinto ako ng hinawakan nya kamay ko.
Lumaki yung mata ko pag harap ko sa kanya, ng dumampi agad yung labi ko sa labi nya.
She kissed me torridly!!
Ohh ship
I kissed her back!! She really know how to assure me. Gosh
I really love you baby
<i>"ATE!!!" -</i> i heard princess shouted
I guess nasa maindoor na sya ng bahay, dahan dahan akong umatras even though ayaw ko pa.
"<i>i love you too baby"</i> - sabi ko agad and look at her
"<i>come on sexy!! I need to shower na, baka mag init ako at di makatulog si princess kakaalog ng kama</i>" - she said
Napakagat ako sa labi ko, giggling!!
Oh ship baby
She's really pervert, is she.
Naglakad na kami papasok, andun na sila mom, dumeretso kami sa dining kumain. After nag hilamos na din kami, pinauna ko pa si ayden dahil i know she's getting hot.
After nyang naghilamos, ako next. But napangiti ako ng makita kong tulog na sya pag labas ng bathroom.
I guess she's really busy kanina. She looked so tired, tumabi ako sa kanya, napangiti ako ng maramdaman nyang tumabi ako, sya yung humiga sa braso ko, snuggling close to my neck, at niyakap nya ako ng mahigpit.
"<i>Goodnight baby girl. I love you saicey"</i> - she sleepy said
Smiled immediately drawn to my face.
"<i>i love you too ayden. Goodnight</i>" - i whispered
I felt her kiss on my neck, on her favorite part on my neck.
Nagkwentuhan kami ng kapatid ko, of course about ayden. On how cute she is, they even teasing me dahil nagseselos ako na ihahatid at sundo sila ni ayden.
Until we decided na matulog na din.
Napatingin ako sa nakahiga sa akin, smile immediately drawn on my face.
"<i>Goodnight baby"</i> - i whispered
I kissed her forehead, before closing my eyes. And letting my self drifted to sleep.
-morning-
I woke up, with a smile on my face.
My dream was shipping amazing, that it felt na totoo. Its us!! Ni ayden, getting married.
I slowly opened my eyes, and saw ayden on her phone, like she's texting someone.
Lumapit ako agad sa kanya, i want a cuddle from her.
"<i>come here sexy, arm pillow"</i> - she offered agad ng maramdaman nyang gumalaw ako
Of course i gladly layed on her, snuggling!! Hinaplos ko yung tyan nya at tinignan ko sya.
Binaba nya yung phone nya, at tinignan nya din ako agad.
"<i>who you texting?? Babae mo?? Dapat na ba akong magalit??"</i> - i asked
Natawa sya sa sinabi ko, but tinaasan ko lang sya ng kilay.
"<i>its jamaica sexy, she's asking me if pwede ko ba daw sunduin si dad sa airport, at sabay na kaming pumunta sa party mamayang gabi</i>" - she said
I think thats a good idea right??
Bonding din nila mag ama yun.
But of course di ko maiwasang mag alala.
"<i>you said yes??" </i>- i asked
She nodded, hinawi nya yung buhok ko and softly put it behind my ears.
"<i>ayaw mo ba??"</i> - she asked
<i>"i dont have the rights na payagan ka or not baby. Im actually alright with it, napumayag ka. But im worried sayo. You sure na ayus lang sayo?? Do you want me to come??"</i> - i worriedly asked
She smiled, and plant a soft kiss on my forehead at tinignan nya din ako agad.
"<i>you have the rights, okey!! Your my girlfriend " -</i> she assuring said
Napangiti ako sa sinabi nya.
Girlfriend?
Gosh
Sarap pakingan.
"<i>you dont need to worry about me baby girl. I got this. But ikaw?? Paano ka pupunta later sa party??"</i> - alala nyang tanong
"<i>ahmm, how about samahan ko si ate???"</i> - biglang singit ni princess
Napatingin ako kay princess, nakasilip sya sa gilid sa upper bed namin ni ayden.
"<i>that good idea princess. I have a plus one. So sayo ko nalang ibibigay, para sure ko din na hindi maboboring si baby girl dun</i>" - ayden said
Napataas yung kilay ko sa sinabi nya, at tinignan ko si ayden.
"<i>plus one?? At kanino mo dapat ibibigay yun ha?? Bakit ka humingi nun?"</i> - i sternly asked
I saw her gulped, but she immediately composed herself
<i>"n-no one baby girl. Binigyan lang ako ni jamaica. But wala akong balak ibigay kahit kanino yun sexy. But now?? I realized na, i wanted na may kasama ka. So kay princess ko nalang ibibigay</i>" - she explained
Good baby.
Ako lang, no one else!!
Smiled immediately drawn to my face, kaya kumunot yung noo nya.
"<i>okey</i>" - i said
<i>"i really love how fast your mood change baby girl" -</i> she said
<i>"im not, talaga sigurong alam mo lang paano ako pangitiin baby</i>" - sabi ko
She smiled, at dahan dahan ng tumayo. Pagtayo nya, inoffer nya agad yung kamay nya
<i>"i guess we need to prepare na. Dahil pag gising nila rainalyn, im sure mamadaliin nila tayo. Now we can take our time baby girl"</i> - sweet na sabi ni ayden
I take her hand at tumayo na ako. Im the first one who take a bath, after si ayden naman.
While naliligo si ayden, nagising na din yung kambal, so i asked them a favor kung anong magandang suotin for tomorrow.
They suggest me to wear a new dress nakabibili lang ni rainalyn for birthday na pupuntahan nya. at first umangal ako, dahil bago lang, pero ayus lang naman daw kay rainalyn. So umagal ako ulit dahil mag check lang naman ako ng attendance, but dinaan na naman nila ako sa word na 'baka may ibang tignan si ayden' so napapayag ako
Tama naman sila, kasi im sure maraming babae dun. I dont have the rights na angkinin sya sa harap nila, dahil ayaw pa ni ma'am jamaica iaannounce , kaya i need to be there at magpaganda. So her eyes will stay on me.
I decided na iwan nalang muna, uuwi na muna ako later dahil makakasabay ko si princess papunta ng party.
After naming mag prepare, dumeretso na kami to eat breakfast. We talked na ako na mag drive ng kotse, so ayden will drive her rv.
Umangal pa sya na ihahatid nya muna ako, i wanted too!! But i need to drive yung kotse para may ipang uuwi ako mamaya.
Kaya sila rainalyn nalang daw ang ihahatid nya. Ayaw ko nga, but umagal silang lahat kaya wala na akong nagawa.
We bid a goodbye kanila mom after kumain, and nagbababye na din ako kay ayden.
Ship!! Mukhang mamimiss ko sya ah.. But i need to do this, ngayon lang naman eh. After, papayagan na ako for my leave.
Dumeretso na ako sa office, nanibago pa ako dahil ganitong ganito ako dati, nung hindi ko pa namemeet si ayden, and the day na bigla nalang sya nawala.
Pag baba ko, sumakay ako ng elevator, smile drawn to my face ng maalala ko kung paano ko laging iniinis si ayden. Like, the time na inunahan ko sya sa parking lot. Gosh!! From that day now i realized, i really really want her attention
But she never gave me one.
Pag baba ko ng elevator, naglakad na ako sa computer ko, while im waiting na mag on, inupdate ko na si ayden. But wala pa syang text, maybe on the way pa sya sa bar.
Kaya i did my work nalang. Killing the time, lunch inaya ako nila ernita, naasar pa ako when i realized na hindi pa din nag uupdate si ayden!
Nakakatampo i wanted to be mad at her, but this isn't the right time to get mad, i wanted to be beside her lalo na sa posibilidad na iaannounce ni ma'am jamaica yung kay ayden later.
Kaya i decided to text her nalang.
To: baby
baby, update me please im getting worried. Take care ahh. I love you
After i send a text kumain na ako ng lunch, bumalik na din ako sa work ko.
After a work, wala pa ding update si ayden. Nag aalala na ako!!
Puntahan ko kaya sya sa bar?! But what bar?!
Oh ship!!
I remember sabi nya earlier na dederetso sya sunduin nya yung dad nya sa airport. Is that the reason bakit di sya nag uupdate.
I just wished and prayed na okey lang sya.
Umuwi na ako, pag dating ko napailing ako when, i saw princess, na sobrang excited para sa gaganaping party later.
We decided na kumain na muna ng dinner, and prepare na for the party, nagbihis lang kami, at nag ayos.
I wear a sexy dress na pinahiram nila. I actually felt uncomfortable kasi its a tube dress at medyo kita cleavage ko.
I hate this kind of dress, but i want her eyes to stay on me.
After mag ayus, umalis na kami at dumeretso na kami sa company, umakyat kami sa rooftop dahil dun gaganapin.
Napatingin ako sa oras, oh gosh its already 12:30am, di ko manlang napansin yung oras.
Napatingin ako, and may mga tao na. I saw someone checking the attendance.
Oh ship!!
Di kaya pinalitan na ni ma'am jamaica yung work ko?! Oh ship!!
Paano yung leave ko.
"<i>wow!!"</i> - Princess amazingly said
"<i>hey it's my first time to see you on Borre's party, may i know your name??" </i>- some guy asked me na biglang humarang sa harap ko
Tinaasan ko sya ng kilay, showing my blank face.
Lumaki yung mata ko, when suddenly,,,,
<b>TO BE CONTINUED.. </b> | STORY |
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This worksheet is a learning tool for identifying, understanding, and rephrasing clichés. Students are instructed to underline the cliché in each of the four provided sentences. After underlining, they must write down what each cliché means, translating the figurative language into its literal meaning. Finally, they are asked to rewrite each sentence in a way that conveys the same meaning but without using the clichéd phrase, thereby practicing the creation of original expressions.
The worksheet is teaching students to recognize clichés, which are often overused phrases that lack originality. It also helps students understand the actual meaning behind these common expressions, promoting a deeper comprehension of figurative language. By rewriting the sentences, students learn to express familiar ideas in new and more direct ways. This activity not only expands their vocabulary but also enhances their ability to think creatively and avoid overused expressions in their writing. | EDUCATION |
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Vector or Cross product
If the product of two vectors is a vector quantity, then that product is called vector or cross product. The magnitude of the cross product is obtained by multiplying the magnitudes of their constituent vectors with the sine of the angle between them. The direction of the cross product is determined by the right-handed screw rule.
Explanation: Let P→ and Q→ be two vectors acting at O making an angle α. According to the definition, the vector product is,
R→ =P→ × Q→ = η |P| |Q| Sin α = η PQ Sin α
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Here η (eta) is a unit vector which represents, the direction of R→ Fig (a) and (b). The direction η is found from the right-handed screw rule.
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(M tf Goodra, Inflation, Kaiju)
Grey is a pokemon trainer in the Unova region. He was quite skilled at battle and got along well with his pokemon so they synergised with each other. Unova had recently opened trade routes across the pond to Galar however, which brought a lot of new trainers, and with them- losses for Grey. After losing the last nine battles in a row within a couple of turns, Grey was a little bit fed up.
He spoke to his pokemon through their balls as he walked carefully around the wet forest floor. "Ok, so apparently all it takes to wipe out an all-psychic pokemon team is a single Dark type." He released an Abra, who drifted in the air. "Ok Abe- use your psychic powers to scan for brain waves. Those Galar trainers have been scooping up Unova's unique pokemon and releasing some of their own old pokemon in the process. There is supposedly a Goodra in these woods we can round out our team a bit better with. My friend got his ass kicked by it though so we have to be careful."
Grey waited till it was raining to come looking for the Goodra, knowing it only really came out in the rain. Goodra were slug dragons, so they require damp environments to survive. Their bodies were also extremely soft and bouncy, which allowed them to suck up most impacts as if it were nothing. It was raining very heavily today- the force of the drops dampened only by the leaves overhead. Grey would have proffered waiting for the weather to be a better compromise, but waiting too long would mean the pokemon would likely get caught by someone else. Goodra are not native to Unova- so this was the only one here. Abra silently drifted through the air, unbothered by the rain. Grey followed close behind, but it was good Abra was floating slowly- Grey's feet kept sticking to the ground, getting sucked into the soft muddy forest floor. Abra finally stopped and pointed to the Goodra, having tracked it by its brain waves. Grey grinned and told Abra to teleport him right beside the Goodra. If he surprised it, they had a much better chance of winning! If he was really lucky, he might be able to just smack it with a Quick Ball and catch it without even fighting in the first place. Abra teleported him over to the Goodra, but at the same time the Goodra stepped forward and was caught in the flesh of psychic power!
Grey appeared and looked around trying to find the pokemon but it was no where to be seen. He glanced at Abra who for once in its life actually opened its eyes slightly in surprise. Grey immediately felt weird, then his body started to look puffy like he was allergic to something. He looked at his hands as they started to puff up and the skin was pulled taught. When his skin started to look slightly off color he realized the mistake. Abra accidentally teleported him to the exact same place Goodra was already standing. They fused together!! He could feel the muscles and skin pooling into his tail bone and then extending out off it. His arms and legs got more and more swollen looking. Even his fingers became pudgy, then round. His digits became to bloated his toe and finger nails popped completely off! He was about to ask Abra to teleport him again but that wouldn't do anything- it would teleport Goodra with him, they were now one body. Grey sighed, at least he found another human to be with. He then furrowed his brows as he knew now that the Goodra's thoughts had melted into his own mind as well. The up side is that pokemon are meant to be with humans and play off on another, so when a bond is formed the pokemon will for the most part share a will with its trainer- so Goodra's thoughts will likely never be in direct competition with his own at least.
Grey's ankles started to bloat up, rubbing against his shoes harder, causing him to waddle his way out of the marshy bottom of the forest and make his way to the base of a larger tree where the ground was most dry. He was already turning into a pokemon, he did not need to go bare foot in marsh water and end up with a Tynamo or something sucking the blood out of his bare feet. He had not even noticed how his body itself was bloating till he bent over to take his shoes off- bending his torso over caused his gut to protrude quite a ways, popping out from between his pants and shirt unable to contain it already. It was perfectly round rather than flabby so it almost looked like he was pregnant. It also made it harder to actually reach his feet though, so he had to squat as well to be able to reach. Once he undid the laces, Abe helped by grabbing onto the bottom for him. His feet had swelled so large already that it took some pulling to finally pop off- but the bloated skin was sort of rubbery so it wasn't as though his feet were locked in place. Grey groaned when he looked at his bare feet past the curve of his gut. It looked like someone was blowing him up like a human balloon! He went to stand back upright but the muscles in his leg felt like they squished out sideways rather than pull straight! His thighs swelled up massively! His pants got yanked down from lack of room, catching on the increasing curve of the thighs and exposing now his growing tail- which was not very long at all yet but very wide. His spine did not extend at all into it, only flesh and muscle so it was somewhat amorphous. His growing thighs also caused his butt to grow massively- only half covered by his pants.
The growth and shifting in his legs made it impossible for him to stand for the moment, so his effort to do so just caused him to wobble in place and then fall onto all fours. When he straightened his arms to catch himself, the growth seemed to take the opportunity to surge down, filling his arms like a long narrow balloon. You could no longer see any of the limbs features outwardly. If he held his arm completely straight you could not see where his elbow was, or his wrists. His fingers were so plump and squishy that when he relaxed them all lined up they all smushed against one another and looked like a single mass- it looked like his arm just had a tapered end to it. An actual Goodra has two fingers and a thumb, but he retained all four of his fingers and a thumb, so while Grey's limb looked identical to a Goodra at first, there was a little human still in there. He gasped and his entire body tingled as his nervous system was yanked tight a moment in sudden change when a loud hollow pop was heard from his back. Again and again, with only a few seconds delay between his back popped as vertebrae were pulled too tight with growth and popped apart! Goodra is a type of gastropod- it doesn't have bones! That was why as his tail continued to grow still larger and longer, his tail bone did not grow at all. His pants were cutting into his thighs pretty badly- but the flesh was so plush and indented from pressure that he could not wedge his fingers between in order to pull them off! Instead Grey bent his body and then scooted his limbs closer together- this flexed his thighs and ass muscles and forced a large rip in the back of his pants. This allowed him enough room temporarily to stand up again and yank the pants down as he straightened his legs. Abe again had to help him pull them the rest of the way off, since his body was not flexible enough at the moment to do it himself.
His body got longer and his hips finally popped apart, which for a second caused his entire body to jostle abruptly as his lower body squished down and outward before wobbling back into shape. The strangest of changes was his neck now growing. His body feeling increasingly less solid as each additional vertebrae from his neck now popped off and dissolved into the changing mass. He watched not only the ground below him get further away but also his own swelling body. His now huge tail wrapped itself around the trunk of the tree beside him for stability- a reaction from Goodra's mind, not his own. He felt awfully congested, then he had to switch to breathing through his mouth. Grey's face started to bloat outward and lose shape. His hair rapidly fell from around his head and four nubs grew in its place, quickly fattening up and then growing outward. His face grew out into a short muzzle, but this also caused his nostrils to close up entirely- Goodra do not have noses. He felt more and more relief from his lungs though, and after a few more moments Grey breathing from his mouth slowed and stopped. Like many species of amphibian- he can now breath through his skin. His thighs, hips and ass were so gigantic now that his lower legs almost looked comically small in comparison since his feet had not altered size at all. Goodra only have two toes that- like its fingers- are almost indistinguishable from one another when relaxed; so Grey ended up losing a toe and instead had four equally sized toes. Two toes were further forward than the other two, so his feet still had a rounded point shape to them. His shins were the same length as always but looked extremely short just because the thigh was so gigantically round that the shin was sort of lost in the front curve of the thigh. It also caused his entire body to have a tear-drop shape to it, with long narrow neck, conical shaped body which got thicker as it went down and then very round hips. His gut was no longer very noticeable- though just as large if not even bigger now, the expansion of his entire body sort of equalized it so it had no definition against the rest of Grey.
His iris turned amethyst-purple but only grew slightly, making them much smaller than a Goodra's eyes. The nubs on his head finished growing into two gigantic tentacles and two small ones. The small ones now picked up scent- like a slug, this was his nose now. But unlike a slug, Goodra already has eyes, so the larger tentacles were instead used to perceive moisture from a long distance away. Goodra only live in moist environments and generally only come out when its raining- their larger tentacles allow them to detect incoming rain from miles away. At the base, Grey's tail was now as thick as his body, making it extremely girthy even though it was also a good length. The final changes to finish was the distortion of his skin color. Grey was expecting to turn purple, but it seems one of the interference from his human genes on the pokemon were to cause it to become Shiny after merging with him! Most of his skin turned so a soft banana-yellow. Instead of three circles of green flesh on his tail, they were amethyst-purple like his eyes, and then two more circles on his his head just behind his eyes. These patches of skin had more give to them than the rest- these were where its slime was emitted from. There was also a non visible place in the palm of its hand that could also release goo. His entire underside though, from muzzle to the tip of his tail was peach colored. So he was banana and peach colored, and shaped like a pear.
"Couuuhn I suu ulk? ...Mo." Translation; 'can I still talk? ...no.' His vocal chords and mouth shape were both very different and Grey did not even have teeth anymore, so forming human words was not going to work. Which unfortunately prevented him from asking for help.
Grey's human traits were so few that someone could be looking right at him and not know he wasn't just a regular Goodra. Goodra are both a bit larger and a LOT heftier than the average human so the Goodra sort of just buried his humanity entirely. Grey was still wearing his shirt, though it was stretched quite tight. He figured he would just leave it on, even though it was uncomfortable to move his arms around in the tight sleeves. Anything that would make him stand out and potentially get help is good. Grey started to walk toward the city awkwardly. He kept over-adjusting for his body wobbling- without any bones he stood and walked with liquid pressure within his body. When he stepped down it felt to him like he was going to fall over entirely because his leg wasn't solid enough, though the Goodra in him was perfectly calm- completely used to having this body. Grey was now a bit larger than any normal Goodra though- the bio mass of his human body having been added onto it. Grey looked so balloon like when examining himself, since even his skin had no pours on it, making it look super smooth and since it was raining- shiny and smooth.
Grey perked up as he suddenly got an idea! The rain! He took out two other pokeballs and released their contents- his original pokemon a Gardevoir and a new addition he traded someone from Galar for- a Arctovish. Arctovish's ability was Water Absorb, which caused any water type attacks against it to heal it instead of dealing damage. An entire human isn't part of a Goodra's natural biology- so its immune system may regard his cells as a threat. Grey told his Gardevoir to use Skill Swap, switching her ability to Arctovish, and then used Skill Swap again on Grey to swap Sap Sipper to her and Water Absorb to him! With Water Absorb, the rain should help heal Goodra, which according to his theory should heal it- repulsing his human form from the body!
With over half his team now following him Grey lumbered his way out of the forest and into the grass fields between it and the city so he could expose himself more directly to the rain. He directed Abe to teleport Gardevoir and himself to his house to grab an outfit to wear for when he returns to normal. He opened his arms wide and put his face to the sky waiting for the healing effect to kick in. He felt the liquid slowly seep into his smooth bouncy skin. Instead of the rain water running down his body it hit and then the droplets collected but shrank as they traveled down- very little actually making it all the way to the ground under him before vanishing into his body. He felt oddly good and refreshed, so he assumed it was working. After a minute he furrowed his brow at how it seemed to be harder to hold his girthy tail up, and his shirt really seemed to be strangling him. He was actually starting to have problems breathing because it was so tight! He finally opened his eyes to look down, and he gasped in shock- which expanded his chest and caused his shirt to suddenly explode open down the front! He reflexively went to grab the fabric to hold it to himself but the moment he tried to bend his arms the sleeves shredded and the garment slumped off completely- oddly dry. His body had even absorbed the liquid that his shirt had previously absorbed itself! Grey could barely hold his tail up because it was twice the girth yet again! His gut and thighs were even more gigantic, making the pear-shape of his body still more extreme! Water Absorb is an ability, so its just on automatically and cannot be turned off! He was endlessly absorbing all the rain water which was swelling up its body! And Gardevoir was not there to Skill Swap again!
At first it seemed to pool in his lower body, making it still harder to walk, but then his entire body started to grow and swell up with the cool rain! He quickly tried to get to the city hoping maybe someone who can fix this will notice the very huge Goodra. He moved incredibly slow though, not only was his body weight increasing but he wobbled even more when he moved now! Grey could not make even the slightest movement without making his entire body wobble like a delicious flan. Grey's body seemed to swell and then grow in pulsing turns. First it swelled out making him look like a Goodra parade balloon, but then once he started to feel too tight like he was getting ready to pop, his body would grow in size overall and his proportions returned to normal, then started to swell again. When he became the most bloated- just before a growth surge- he would fall forward and barely be able to crawl on all fours till he grew, because his limbs were so bloated he could barely bend them! The tall grass started to look like regular grass. Boulders looked like pebbles. By the time he finally reached the outermost street of the city, the street lights were only half as tall as Grey is! He was too big to take shelter under anything from the rain.
Grey could no longer stop jiggling at all. He did not want to stop moving, hoping he could reach his apartment and find Gardevoir if nothing else. Even if he stopped moving for a minute there would still be tiny tremors rippling somewhere in his body. Ripples in his soft, bouncy mass collided with one another creating new ones. His tail was so enormously girthy since it was the first part to bloat in his swelling cycle that he could not completely lift it off the ground. The circles of purple skin on his head and tail were leaking goo, causing him to leave a trail. At least that got rid of some of his body's liquid, since he cannot re-absorb his own slime. It made back tracking impossible though- the slime was extremely sticky like powerful glue against a surface that is dry, but almost zero friction against a surface that is wet- even if the wetness is more slime. So if he attempted to turn around and go the other way he would immediately slip and fall on his face. Bigger and bigger he grew, slowly raising up past the second floor windows on the buildings, then the third, then the fourth. Now the two parts of his growth cycle were becoming uneven. When he grew his proportions did not return completely to normal- he was still swollen looking. Every time he grew again, he remained looking a bit more swollen still than the last. His gut trailed to his tail between his legs, and became so soft and fat that it dragged on the ground between his legs! He could no longer walk properly, he was basically dragging himself, using his arms to brace himself on the buildings on either side- taking up the entire two lane road in between! He could hear people panicking down on the streets and tried to wave them down and say something, but could not communicate in this form. The police and fire fighters arrived, trying to attack him to subdue and capture him and minimize damages but he was so gigantic and soft all their attacks bounced off, doing nothing. Well, almost all of their attacks. Unfortunately the fire fighter's pokemon's water attacks didn't do NOTHING, they just didn't hurt. They made him still bigger.
He was so heavy and large it was hard to not break windows on the buildings, even trying to be careful as he used them to stabilize himself and very soon after, he felt his massive wobbling thighs brushing the buildings on either side! He was getting so giant that he could not fit down the street! Grey reached his apartment though with a sigh of relief and tried to bend down and peek in the window to find Gardevoir but found his body too bloated to bend! He had to actually back up some ways to lay himself flat to be able to look in the window, and the first step he took he slipped on his own slime trail and slammed down onto the road! Grey is so enormously heavy that when his gigantic body hit the street he collapsed it! The pavement caved into the sewer below, completely annihilating the entire block! The ripple of momentum in his soft body then caused it to squish out sideways, slamming into the buildings on either side, demolishing windows and some of the outer facing walls that were not supported by any adjacent walls. His soft flesh squished into the newly made holes, so when he wobbled back into proper proportions, it raised and tore the holes even wider before his skin bounced back out of the buildings entirely. He blushed as he felt a stirring in his groin. All the movement was destructive for all the tiny structures and people, but to him it felt good if anything, and dragging his gut on the ground had also helped an unwanted erection to start. He glanced in his window since his head was now laying on the ground at least, and seen his apartment was empty!
Gardevoir would have already gotten the clothes by now and returned to him... except he moved. They had missed each other- Gardevoir and Abe were now back in the forest, wondering where their master wandered off to. He cannot go back the way he came following the same path, because it was now slick as ice thanks to his own goo! Even his tongue was feeling bloated in his mouth as he groaned loudly in frustration. Something small but hard was jamming into his leg and hurting him so he moved his leg first, trying to get away from it. There was no room for something as big as he was though- so not only did his thigh damage the building more beside it, he snapped the object completely out of the street, and then felt the cold blast against him! He snapped a fire hydrant out of the ground! It was now blasting high pressure water straight into him!! He then tried to shove himself back up so he could shuffle away from it and felt the cold flow on his arms! The water pipes leading into people's homes were all smashed open below the street! He was getting blasted with gallons of water every second from below, and still getting rained on from above! As he finally got into a standing position again, his gut and the base of his tail was sat so heavily on the ground in spite of his completely straightened legs that he could not really move at all! His body wobbled so violently that Grey felt he barely had any control of his movements at all- forced to just get yanked around in whatever direction his wobbling form decided to ripple. The purple circles of flesh on him were more flexible than the rest, so now they stood as perfect half-spheres out off his side, leaking goo perpetually. Even the Goodra part of his mind could not stop them from leaking because the pressure was too much.
The Goodra part of his mind was oddly amused- it did not understand the scope of the damages and the danger of the situation. It got a bit of a power high. Grey on the other hand was terrified for the increasing value of damages he was causing to the city and just praying people got away from him in time so he did not step on and kill anyone by accident. He was also mortifyingly embarrassed when he looked down and seen his penis at full mast! He was not aroused at all! Like the purple flesh, the penis was skin that was built to be expanded already! Because his body was over-pressured, the liquid pressure forced a permanent erection into his dick! Goodra penis is normally internal as is its balls. Once it slides out the penis is a tapered neon pink pillar, but naturally fairly large compared to the creature- the length of its entire arm. Which made it especially big now- since his arm was large enough to crush a medium sized building. He could feel the ripples and jiggling of his body extending into the phallus as well, causing it to tighten and squirt out some pre from the unintentional pleasure. But that gave Grey another last second plan! He could ejaculate fluids!
Grey tried to bend himself over enough to grab his penis but the pressure in the shaft caused it to jut straight out rather than up, making it harder to reach because of how bloated his body was. His skin color seemed to be getting more pale as well, like the surface of a balloon that was reaching capacity. Another police squad appeared, attempting to attack him but Grey just ignored them for now- they couldn't actually do any harm anyway. He lost his balance trying to bend over and accidentally smashed his head into a nearby building, leaving a huge crater in the side of it, then barely being able to catch himself before flopping back completely over, but his heart jumped when his gigantic dick slapped the ground! It landed on top of the police squad! His penis was more than heavy enough to smash their bones into paste! He felt minuscule hands shoving against him though, and felt them squirming their way out from under it on either side of the shaft. It was so massively bloated and squishy soft that the hot meat hit them but was bent inward by them- so its weight slammed onto the ground around them rather than directly onto them. It was soft enough and they took up such a tiny percentage of its surface area that they were completely unharmed by it.
Grey wanted so much to just give up and remain half-laying there. The rain was constantly refreshing feeling, and every little movement he made, made his entire body jiggle around and feel good. The Goodra half of his brain was giddy on its power high and enjoying everything- unintentionally starting to convince Grey to do the same. Even his penis was starting to balloon out to proportions it was not meant to have, becoming cone shaped from getting so extremely girthy. It was starting to mirror his tail on the other side, since its flesh was already meant to stretch much further than any of the rest. He was shocked back into his efforts to save himself quickly enough though when Grey too a closer look at his arm and seen how dire the situation was. The swelling was getting worse, and the growing less. He could see the people on the street fleeing from him- THROUGH his arm! His body's liquid mass was so giant compared to its solid mass that he was actually transparent! His skin didn't just get more pale colored, you can actually see through it. And because his organs were being saturated at the same rate you could not see them through the skin- because their transparency was a bit more than the surface skin due to their naturally higher liquid mass. And Goodra had no bones, so there was a completely unobstructed view straight through him! The pre now almost continuously spurting out of his dick no longer had the consistency of precum... he was pumping almost pure water back out of him. It was basically just warmed up by being absorbed through him and then ejected back out.
Grey struggled to get back onto his feet but his body was less solid than ever. Imagine trying to balance yourself on a water balloon- not easy, eh? Well at this point- that was his entire body. He almost stood up but then wobbled forward and fell onto all fours- smashing his upper torso through a nearby high-rise and then his neck swung across the street on the opposite side, and his head smashed through the side of a building on the other side of the other street! Grey's eyes were wide as he seen the people only inches in front of him inside of the building scream and scramble to get away from his gigantic face. Oh no! The people INSIDE of buildings did not evacuate- they were probably told to stay indoors at risk of being stepped on. Fearing he had just crushed dozens of people to death in the building remnants under his chest and gut he looked back and seen something that was equal parts relieving and disturbing at the same time. He seen around thirty people swimming INSIDE of him! He was becoming so much liquid mass that it was almost like his entire body was made of jello. You can push your hand through jello. If he stepped on anything solid, it would just pop through his skin and float around inside of him!
His giant dick was squirting water out like a hose at this point, feeling like a mild, constant orgasm to Grey. His tail was being forced to curl backwards from pressure as he stood back up onto his feet, but unable to walk because his bloated gut filled the space between his legs and rest fully on the ground. Then it stretched even further out. His neck was forcefully straightened and arched back slightly as its underside bloated out- giving his entire body the shape of a croissant. Streams of thick goo trailed constantly from the bloating domes of the purple spots on him, and his penis started to blast water out at a pressure strong enough to strip paint off a car. His arms look like stumpy cones on the side of his torso! Grey could not move at all anymore. Any attempts to move any part of his body just caused him to wobble a bit. His skin color continued to look more and more pale as his body became increasingly transparent and rounder, and rounder. He started to drool water uncontrollably, then started to spit up and then practically vomiting a stream of continuous water. Grey's body became so monstrously bloated that it became shaped like a lemon! What used to be his tail and long neck were the tapered points on either end- the tentacles on his head nothing more than four round bumps. His arms were nothing but bumps as well, and his legs and feet were a bump on the end of a large sphere on either side that was his thighs. His penis was like a pink spike- almost as wide as it is long. Most of the people trapped inside of him swam into the base of his penis- so they get pulled out through the unending stream of water it was ejaculating.
Finally Goozilla ruptured with a loud *kabooosh* and his body converted basically to nothing but water, and thus lacked enough solidity to hold together. The force of the tidal wave smashed several buildings completely down and slammed vehicles to the sides of the roads for several blocks before settling down. Pokemon can only be feinted however- not killed. A KO'ed Goodra reconstituted in the road a short while later. Luckily by then the rain had stopped and a pokemon professor was quick to scoop the pokemon up and place it in containment so it could not continue to destroy. Goodra would have a rather pampered life from that point on, and got plenty of attention from the professor who was eager to research the strange specimen. They never did figure out any of what had actually happened that day. Grey was so much like a normal Goodra that no one ever caught on that it was a human in there, they just thought it was a rampaging Goozilla. Even the professor was unable to put together what happened, because the Goodra had its ability switched by Gardevoir's Skill Swap- which is reverted as soon as the pokemon is switched out of the battle. The Goodra feinted- so its ability reverted to Sap Sipper by the time he was captured for research. Its skin also reverted to non-shiny since it was Grey's genes that made it shiny in the first place. And Grey? Woke up perfectly normal... although completely naked in a pokemon center. He blacked out- which caused him to wake up in the last pokemon center he had used- but that only applies to the trainer, not wild pokemon- which caused the two to become divided again. He had to deal with an angry nurse and indecent exposure charges, but Grey was fine with that. Because they never found out he caused several billions of dollars worth of damages to the city. | STORY |
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And, after reviewing three sites, your web site will be added to
the list! It's fun, easy, and it's a great opportunity to give
some help and receive an informative review of your own site.
Plus, you can also win a chance to have your site chosen for
a free website redesign. One randomly drawn winner each month! </i><p>
<b>SITES TO REVIEW:</b><p>
Site #124: <a href="http://www.BestWayToShop.com">http://www.BestWayToShop.com</a><br>
Dale Pike <br>
rhinopez@aol.com <p>
Site #125: <a href="http://www.wedeliverparties.com">http://www.wedeliverparties.com</a><br>
Dawn Clemons <br>
dclemons7@home.com <p>
Site #126: <a href="http://www.EClassifiedshq.com">http://www.EClassifiedshq.com</a> <br>
Carol Cohen <br>
Opp0rtunity@aol.com <p>
<b>SITE REVIEWED:</b><p>
Comments on Site #123: <a href="http://netsbestinfo.homestead.com/nbi.html">http://netsbestinfo.homestead.com/nbi.html</a><br>
Dennis <br>
damorganjr@yahoo.com<br>
~~~~<p>
I reviewed site 123 and found the size of the font to be too aggressive and
I don't like mustard yellow for a background. Also in the second or third
paragraph is a misspelled word which should be "first-come" not as
shown on the page.<p>
I feel a sample of the type of information offered in the newsletter should
be displayed on the page as well as a sample of the free ads offered
on the site. I will probably submit a free ad just to see the content of the newsletter. <p>
As has been mentioned many times, some information about the person
doing the page is always good. We need some information about
why this newsletter will be worthwhile to subscribe to. <br>
~~~~<p>
Dennis - I took a look at your site, and have recommendations
for improving your page.<br>
1- I use Internet Explorer and view web pages with my text size set to
'smaller'. The text you used was quite large, like a font used for a heading
for all the text. By making the text size smaller it wouldn't feel like
you were screaming at me. Also, the background was just too much.<br>
2- There were spelling errors in the text. Often it might be difficult for you
to spot these yourself if you see the page all the time, but have a friend
look it over. Spelling errors make the page look unprofessional.<br>
3- Offer a sample of your newsletter so people can see what it looks like
before they subscribe. Also, if you are asking for a person to give you
their email address, you MUST have a privacy policy and let them know
they can unsubscribe.<br>
4- Think about adding a form for people to subscribe to the newsletter.
It looks more professional than just offering an email address to send to.<br>
5- Offer information about yourself, and the kinds of information your
newsletter contains. Maybe extend your site to include back issues or
an archive to see what information you have offered in the past.<br>
6- Build another page for 'sponsoring info' and put prices on that
page. Remove all pricing information from the home page.<br>
~~~~<p>
I feel that the background is a little too bold and busy for the text.
I also believe that the text is too large which makes it difficult to read
quickly, and forces the reader to scroll down unnecessarily.
I noticed some spelling errors, and I think that a link to the classifieds
site should be provided, and online payments should be accepted.
A site that sells advertising should have advertisments on it!<br>
~~~~<p>
This is a very clear site with nothing interfering with the
message. I did not like the background colour, however that is
personal, it did not detract from the information. I was tempted
to sign up for the newsletter but would have liked a link to see
a current issue. There was an error in the wording (a word
missed) which needs correction and I think the fonts could be
smaller. Overall a non-confusing site which makes a nice change. *cheers*<br>
~~~~<p>
Could use a better background and the fonts are very large, there also
are errors in the following paragraphs :
"first com-first serve" and "to place a sponsor advertisement,
send your to my email"<br>
~~~~<p>
A single page site. It is necessary to subscribe to the webmaster's
newsletter to see what he's doing, and it doesn't seem to me to be
a way to get people to visit. I wouldn't, for example. He claims to
have lots of tidbits of information that, he says, we probably
didn't know, and this is possible, but in my opinion, he would be
better served if he at least put some of the things out there for
all to see - when the appetite, so to speak, if he want people to
subscribe. As it is, I would not bother.<br>
~~~~<p>
What does one expect from a site like netsbestinfo? Some useful
resources and some useful tips and also some forms of easy
advertisement on the net. But what we get here is a newsletter
with the owner (whose email reads damorgarjr@yahoo.com)
asking us to subscribe us to his newsletter for a free 4-line ad.
He also tells of paid category of advertisements. This is all we get
from a site which has a grand title. Even the information about
the newsletter is hardly impressive and is presented in about 35-to-40
points size which gets difficult to read. <br>
~~~~<p>
A neat enough site but the background could be a little hard on
the eyes. There is only really one problem with this page - its
just an advertisement for a newsletter. No, scratch that, its an
advertisement to place free ads in a newsletter. A bold enough
move perhaps but I learned hardly anything about the newsletter
itself and immediately started worrying about getting a flood of
ads to my email account so I didn't even subscribe. Presumably
you'd want to get people to sign up so might I suggest splitting
the page into the newsletter itself, perhaps a sample issue,
a privacy policy and a promise not to drown in ads and then click
for more info on your free ads. <p>
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Teddy of course will be able to choose his favorite, and
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I'm changing my website and want to use pictures for the links to other pages.
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>From: CJ (cj5000@post.com) <br>
>Subject: Unblocking sites so I can access? (Issue #422) <p>
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>From: CJ (cj5000@post.com) <br>
>Subject: Unblocking sites so I can access? (Issue #422) <p>
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some help and receive an informative review of your own site.
Plus, you can also win a chance to have your site chosen for
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<b>SITES TO REVIEW:</b><p>
Site #124: <a href="http://www.BestWayToShop.com">http://www.BestWayToShop.com</a><br>
Dale Pike <br>
rhinopez@aol.com <p>
Site #125: <a href="http://www.wedeliverparties.com">http://www.wedeliverparties.com</a><br>
Dawn Clemons <br>
dclemons7@home.com <p>
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<p><b>SITE REVIEWED:</b><p>
Comments on Site #123: <a href="http://netsbestinfo.homestead.com/nbi.html">http://netsbestinfo.homestead.com/nbi.html</a><br>
Dennis <br>
damorganjr@yahoo.com<br>
~~~~<p>
I reviewed site 123 and found the size of the font to be too aggressive and
I don't like mustard yellow for a background. Also in the second or third
paragraph is a misspelled word which should be "first-come" not as
shown on the page.<p>
I feel a sample of the type of information offered in the newsletter should
be displayed on the page as well as a sample of the free ads offered
on the site. I will probably submit a free ad just to see the content of the newsletter. <p>
As has been mentioned many times, some information about the person
doing the page is always good. We need some information about
why this newsletter will be worthwhile to subscribe to. <br>
~~~~<p>
Dennis - I took a look at your site, and have recommendations
for improving your page.<br>
1- I use Internet Explorer and view web pages with my text size set to
'smaller'. The text you used was quite large, like a font used for a heading
for all the text. By making the text size smaller it wouldn't feel like
you were screaming at me. Also, the background was just too much.<br>
2- There were spelling errors in the text. Often it might be difficult for you
to spot these yourself if you see the page all the time, but have a friend
look it over. Spelling errors make the page look unprofessional.<br>
3- Offer a sample of your newsletter so people can see what it looks like
before they subscribe. Also, if you are asking for a person to give you
their email address, you MUST have a privacy policy and let them know
they can unsubscribe.<br>
4- Think about adding a form for people to subscribe to the newsletter.
It looks more professional than just offering an email address to send to.<br>
5- Offer information about yourself, and the kinds of information your
newsletter contains. Maybe extend your site to include back issues or
an archive to see what information you have offered in the past.<br>
6- Build another page for 'sponsoring info' and put prices on that
page. Remove all pricing information from the home page.<br>
~~~~<p>
I feel that the background is a little too bold and busy for the text.
I also believe that the text is too large which makes it difficult to read
quickly, and forces the reader to scroll down unnecessarily.
I noticed some spelling errors, and I think that a link to the classifieds
site should be provided, and online payments should be accepted.
A site that sells advertising should have advertisments on it!<br>
~~~~<p>
This is a very clear site with nothing interfering with the
message. I did not like the background colour, however that is
personal, it did not detract from the information. I was tempted
to sign up for the newsletter but would have liked a link to see
a current issue. There was an error in the wording (a word
missed) which needs correction and I think the fonts could be
smaller. Overall a non-confusing site which makes a nice change. *cheers*<br>
~~~~<p>
Could use a better background and the fonts are very large, there also
are errors in the following paragraphs :
"first com-first serve" and "to place a sponsor advertisement,
send your to my email"<br>
~~~~<p>
A single page site. It is necessary to subscribe to the webmaster's
newsletter to see what he's doing, and it doesn't seem to me to be
a way to get people to visit. I wouldn't, for example. He claims to
have lots of tidbits of information that, he says, we probably
didn't know, and this is possible, but in my opinion, he would be
better served if he at least put some of the things out there for
all to see - when the appetite, so to speak, if he want people to
subscribe. As it is, I would not bother.<br>
~~~~<p>
What does one expect from a site like netsbestinfo? Some useful
resources and some useful tips and also some forms of easy
advertisement on the net. But what we get here is a newsletter
with the owner (whose email reads damorgarjr@yahoo.com)
asking us to subscribe us to his newsletter for a free 4-line ad.
He also tells of paid category of advertisements. This is all we get
from a site which has a grand title. Even the information about
the newsletter is hardly impressive and is presented in about 35-to-40
points size which gets difficult to read. <br>
~~~~<p>
A neat enough site but the background could be a little hard on
the eyes. There is only really one problem with this page - its
just an advertisement for a newsletter. No, scratch that, its an
advertisement to place free ads in a newsletter. A bold enough
move perhaps but I learned hardly anything about the newsletter
itself and immediately started worrying about getting a flood of
ads to my email account so I didn't even subscribe. Presumably
you'd want to get people to sign up so might I suggest splitting
the page into the newsletter itself, perhaps a sample issue,
a privacy policy and a promise not to drown in ads and then click
for more info on your free ads. <p>
________________________________________<br>
<b>VOTE ON YOUR FAVORITE WEBSITE DESIGN!</b><br>
Help out the winner of the free website redesign by voting for
YOUR favorite! <p>
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(TF the entire world, wolf, horse, cow, bird, rat, snake, gorgon, etc.)
The kingdom of Etabed is a prosperous one, surrounded by vast grasslands painted across shallow hills. To the east a titanic lake, and to the north the rivers that feed it from the ice-tipped mountain range in the distance. Etabed is the furthest kingdom to the north- no one yet knows what lay beyond those mountains. It is ruled by the noble King Pathos Regail- a man known to weigh all his decisions carefully in favor of the many. Though getting on in age he still performs his weighty job with diligence.
One day Pathos was to hold an audience with the magnus of Etabed; Telal Ethos. Magnus is a title rarely given at all, it signifies a level of skill in the arts of magic that is unrivaled. Someone so proficient that no one else can come even close, and for Etabed that person is Telal.
She slowly wheeled herself up the red carpet past the marbled pillars and royal purple drapes hanging between them lining the path to Pathos' throne. As the Magnus- Pathos has held council with her on many occasions over the years so none of the knights even checked with her- she could wheel herself into the castle whenever she wanted. Telal is crippled- an unfortunate accident when she was little. Roughhousing with another kid when she was very young, she tumbled back and snapped her spine on a rock, and the apothecary was unable to restore mobility to her legs. Her wheelchair is her chariot- Arch Tree wood bordered in a gilded steel filigree frame. Her extremely long crimson hair trails on the red carpet behind her almost perfectly blended in. Telal is quite beautiful, and dressed in a black gown for her audience with the king. Usually, he is the one to summon her, not the other way around.
Telal took a deep breath and Pathos motioned to her to speak with a sympathetic look. "The kingdom is at your back as always, Telal. You have nothing to be stressed over here."
She shook her head, then brushed some of her extremely long hair from the edges of her face, pausing and then holding her hand out with a weak smirk- showing the king how her hands trembled with nervousness.
"I come bearing news of a cataclysmic scale." She breathed out heavily- you could hear a shudder in her throat as well. "Though extremely dangerous to myself- I managed to momentarily step outside of the flow of time using my magic. For a moment I gained a sixth sense- a sense of time. It was so... strange, and eerie. I was able to see how things were, are, and will be all at the same time. I could look at someone and all at once see everything they will ever be." She paused a moment, then slowly bowed her head. "I wanted to see if I could foresee any potential problems for the kingdom to see if I could cut them off before they happen but... what I saw was a much greater problem. To the whole world." She fell silent.
Pathos furrowed his brow. "But it has not yet come to pass, surely we can do what we can to suppress it?"
"King Regail..." It had been a long time since she addressed him as the commoners do. "I know what I must do to fix this problem, but... to do so, I must become your enemy."
"What..?"
"I am sorry. This kingdom... is part of the problem."
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Logos Darkrain is a behemoth of a man and looks mighty intimidating even after his hair turns a deep grey with age. At 67 years old, he has retired from his lofty position in Etabed's regal justice. He had been the Justicarious; a rank that was essentially both judge and jury in one. He had the power to both convict and sentence. Logos is known to be fair to all he judged but also unrelentingly strict. He follows an unbending ruleset that he refuses to make exceptions in, for anyone- regardless of the situation. Because of this, he is often described as being cold and unfeeling- he does not regard his or anyone else's emotions when making a judgment call; the rules and cold logic are the only deciding factors.
His hair is to the base of his neck and combed back- formerly black but now a solid dark grey. Logos' beard is bushy and bristly; mid-length and connects up to his hair on either side. His eyes are a blue so pale they too almost look silver or grey. He has cream-colored skin and is still very muscular even now that he is three years retired and at 6'4" he is taller than the average person as well. He lives in a large log manor at the fringes of the hinterlands toward the southwest corner of the Etabed. It is peaceful here, far from the kingdom's heart and the many towns dotting the major trade routes into it. As lord of this quadrant of land, he is still far from the only person present. In addition to his manor house, there are several small homes encapsulated in sharpened log palisade walls that house his vassals- both servants and their families. Because it borders the untamed hinterlands- he keeps a pack of wolves as pets to help hunt more dangerous prey, as wolves are also the figurehead of his family's crest.
Logos makes his way from the great hall after an early dinner to his manor. He is made to pause several times as vassals stop to ask him questions or inform him of trouble or successful hunts. Unlike most lords; this only stops him momentarily. Because Logos only makes decisions based on rules and logic, he concludes makes his reply almost immediately and then moves on. There is no room for discussion with him. His wife Allya was hiding behind the door in the manor when he entered so he was unable to see her till the door closed and she jumped him from behind. Of course, he did not jump- it was impossible to startle the stern lord. She did get a smile out of him at least. She is wrapped in a very long, loose gown that almost looks like she has wrapped herself in a red velvet drape.
Allya whispers in his ear that the good lord still needs a worthy heir, and with a smirk he bows a moment, puts his arm between her legs, and picks her up with one arm, to carry to the bedroom! Allya is twelve years younger than Logos, so she is 55- and looks younger still. There are no grey hairs on her head yet. They had been trying for a child for many years- but only had time to earnestly do so since he retired. Allya was yet to deliver on this, however, making her rather nervous. She did not want to be the one to end his prestigious bloodline because her womb was not fertile enough.
He hears a bit of commotion from down in the stables, and a stable hand laughing and telling one of the horses to calm itself down- he just shrugged and closed the curtain on the window. The curtains are dark green with golden hem- casting the room in a dim green light once closed. The wood the manor is made from is a very dark brown, and the carpet and bedding in his room is a slate grey- fully adorning his space in earthen colors.
All Allya needs to do to fully undress is pull a single golden crest off from where her loose gown is synched and it completely falls off her on its own. Her hair is extremely wavy golden brown and hangs to her upper back- her lower back perhaps if you pulled it straight. She stands only as tall as Logos' lower ribs and walks up to him to undress him as he simply stands there and watches her naked body, working up to full erection as she disrobes him. When she wiggles his pants down his cock flicks up and loudly slaps the trail of pubes leading up his abs to his navel. His phallus is seven inches- impressive but not abnormally large. It is however impressively girthy for its length and riddled with fat veins, making it a challenge to take on regardless. Most of the nerves in a vagina concentrate around the opening and the rest are in the clitoris alone- so it is girth, not length that will make a woman squeal.
When he is undressed save for the old amulet he never removes; Allya gently puts her small warm hands on his hard abs shoves him onto the bed into a sitting position and then sits on his lap. She sat down teasingly so his hard cock popped up between her thighs and she rocks her hips so her plush, labia rub against the top of his phallus- they are already blushing in arousal. She gives him a teasingly gentle thigh-job but Logos furrows his brows a bit, noticing her rump takes up more space than it usually does. It is fairly slow so it takes him a few moments to realize it is expanding! It is actively growing as she works his dick! Her butt cheeks expand and become rounder and even her hips seem to be very gradually growing! Transformation magic, huh? A bit more exotic than he normally likes, but, he is not opposed.
Allya starts to moan and her breathing deepens as her arousal lifts into levels it has rarely ever attained. Her clit pulses powerfully and after a few moments, she notices it growing too! More of it becomes exposed outside of her clitoral hood; a swelling knot of tightened pleasure nerves. She becomes more frantically aroused herself, causing her to quickly abort her teasing of Logos and rock far enough forward to sit back down and spear herself on his shaft, unable to hold back. He quickly grabs her plump C-cup breasts and pulls her back against himself as he squirms up the bed with her on top of him. She holds her upper half up with her arms and bounces her expanding rump off his lap.
With every clench of her hungry pussy the labia seem to fatten- the skin getting thicker and darker but no less soft and rubbery. Her clit continues to swell fatter and larger itself- pulled as taut as it can go so that every new pulse stretches it a tiny bit larger! Her tailbone starts to squirm and muscles start to branch down into it, making it look like a plump little cone before sparse hairs start to grow on it! It is not simply a transformation to her figure- she is changing to be more animal! Every time she spears herself on his turgid cock, her vaginal muscles clench from the pleasure in an inward rippling that feels like her body is trying to draw him deeper... except on this particular occasion; it IS drawing him deeper! She must have cast a spell on HIM too- Logos can feel his cock growing! The portion beyond the foreskin seems to stretch a tiny bit more than the rest, causing his phallus to outgrow its foreskin unusually. Given her changes are animal- his likely are as well. He is outgrowing his foreskin because it is slowly becoming a sheath instead.
Allya was breathing heavily now and her bouncing on Logos' lap became stuttered as she became distracted with something on her own body- reaching down quickly to touch herself. Logos sits up partially and can see around her side; a whole new set of endowments! Two plump ebon-skinned cones grew from her crotch and rapidly fattened into small tits! They expanded into each other forming a small equine udder!! Logos grabbed her by the hip with one hand to hold her to him and then flipped both of them over with his other arm, reversing their positions to continue this doggy style- allowing him to once again reach around to fondle her endowments for her; but this time also putting her udder into his reach. Her labia continued to billow out fatter with each clench, turning darker and darker till they matched the coloration of her udder. Her clit now the size of a Ping-Pong ball was swallowed in the surrounding flesh, but yanked itself out to part the curtains when it clenches- often letting out a few drops of natural lube from her inner passage in doing so.
When Logos thrusts into her, her body rocks forward from the force and her developing tail becomes longer as the wave travels through it. The flesh and blood portion does not expand far, but the hair however does... a horse tail. The hair on it matches the hair on her head though- so it becomes wild-looking from all the powerful waves in it. She tickles his abs with it flicking around without Allya even being aware she is doing it. Logos feels rather pent up as his balls swell larger! His scrotum pulls smooth as the skin becomes denser and darkens to match Allya's engorged genitals. Her butt grows slowly but has refused to stop- now large enough to overflow Logos' much larger lap. It wobbles on impact from his thrusts but does not jiggle... it is expanded with muscle, not fat. Her thighs expand to try and keep up, but they both fail to notice that her middle toes are unusually large as well, and even the nail on said toe has expanded into a dark grey block... her feet slowly start to devolve into hooves.
Her ears start to become pointed and synch tighter with newborn muscles at their base to grant them mobility. Her hairline starts to progress down her neck in the back and her neck itself starts to bulk with muscle slightly! Allya's ass is now absolutely massive and extremely disproportionate to the rest of her body- a freakishly extreme pear-shaped figure. Her pussy must be expanding in overall size to keep pace- because Logos continues to grow yet she continues to be able to take his member.
His balls swing forward and clap over her enormous clit now with their increased weight, causing powerful surges of pleasure up through Allya's body, weakening her limbs and causing her to collapse forward. Her arms have not changed unlike her enlarging rump and legs, so her arms gave out, and put her face down on the bed while her legs keep her butt thrust up into Logos. He holds her plump little udder tightly from around her sides.
Logos groans as his muscles start to twitch slightly and flex on their own, expanding a bit bitter now in tiny pulses. Veins were pinched between flexing muscle and tightening skin, becoming fat and projected around his crotch as they struggled to feed his growing beasthood. His foreskin fattens and starts to pull back a bit- eventually popping back out of Allya entirely; too loose and too thick to fit into her properly- it is now a sheath regardless, and not meant to penetrate anything. His shaft gets darker, longer, and thicker. Veins now as big around as his fingers! A medial ring forms just behind his glans and even more shaft starts to slide out and divide from the existing pillar as his phallus becomes telescopic! The corona becomes bumpy- dragging the sensitive nerves along the muscle ribs of Allya's inner pussy. Her vagina grips him as the corona grows in width, causing it to be bent forward and back with his thrusts against the tight space.
He hears dull, hollow pops from her spine and her entire torso gets slightly longer! Her entire lower body now growing. Every time his dick is sucked a bit longer by the vacuum seal of her hungry cunt; Logos feels he must bottom out soon from growing far too large, but every time he is proven wrong as Allya's hole becomes larger and hungrier! Allya's anus as well becomes dark and then the sphincter muscle flexes and grows in size, causing the whole opening to project outward a bit into a rubbery doughnut of flesh. This happens to Logos as well- but he takes longer. The darkness of flesh and expansion of size travels up from his balls through his taint, causing it to billow out before it reaches his anus. He then unintentionally thrusts into Allya hard enough to wind her a moment because of a sharp explosion of pleasure, followed by a gush of precum as his prostate balloons in size inside of him!
Logos's entire body started to get a little bit larger as his muscles increased in size but also started to deform slightly. Their structure seemed to be adopting the shape of a horse before the rest of his body was, causing them to not quite properly align. Allya's feet stretched and the bones grew into one another becoming a cannon bone, while her middle toe expanded to devour the surrounding ones, leaving her with a horse hoof in place of her former feet. This completed the look of a full-sized mare- but localized almost entirely into her bottom half, making it wildly disproportionate to her still almost entirely petite human upper half.
Finally, Logos let go of her teats and collapsed forward, catching himself on the bed before pinning Allya below him and erupting cum into her. His now ostrich-egg-sized testicles were not just for show- the jets of cum he fired were both more forceful and larger than he could have ever produced before and he filled the remaining space in her vagina with his cum in mere moments, overflowing her slightly despite of her vastly increased size. She collapsed completely flat, moaning as she gently ground her udder into the sheets below her. Logos sat up and then flopped back, drawing his softening cock from her. It was absolutely giant- and mostly equine looking, but the glans seem to have kept their human shape other than the increased size, and bumpy corona.
"Well, that was... something. You should warn me beforehand if you are going to use magic in the bedroom, heh."
"Hmmm, oka- wait, what?" She rolled over with her brows furrowed in confusion. "I would have told you."
"Except?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you didn't tell me this time, is what I meant. It isn't that big of a deal."
Now she started to look worried. "I... thought you were doing that."
"You didn't do this?" He sat upright. "You are not joking are you, because this is a serious offense of privacy invasion otherwise. Someone will have to be punished for this, well-intentioned or not."
Allya softly shook her head. She thought Logos was using transformation magic, and he thought Allya was using it. Neither of them knew this was going to happen! Allya's spine had partially shifted, so she could not even stand fully upright properly now! When she tries to get up, she is forced to bow forward a bit because her legs and spine do not bend properly to allow normal upright mobility. Logos is now so tall he has to duck to fit through doorways, and his body feels a bit stiff and awkward because his muscles are misshapen. He also cannot properly do up his pants because his genitals do not entirely fit inside of them. His cock has a sheath to retract into, but his balls alone are now large enough to fill his underpants, not even giving the sheath room to wedge in there with them.
As soon as he walked out into the court of his forest bastion he was met with utter chaos. The first thing his eyes fixated on was a stallion wearing the blown-out clothing of the stable hand Logos glanced out the window before having sex. The young man had been turned entirely into a horse, and one of the mares was presenting her rump to him, swatting him in the face with her tail trying to entice the boy to mount- but he was too confused and worried to be worked into an erection. In contrast to him was a naked woman with horse hooves for feet, a horsetail, and the genitals of a mare. She looks confused but not particularly worried, and keeps futzing with ill-fit reins tethering her to the stall... it isn't supposed to be a woman at all. It was a horse, turned into a human.
As soon as one of the elder men spotted Logos, he shoved the lord back into his manor and slammed the door behind him to mute the chaos outside. The horse turned woman and the man turned horse was only what Logos had examined in detail- he had seen several such things scattered about the court. An old hunter on his knees growling as he tenderly held his exposed member as it was forced beyond a full erection and the internal pressure deformed its shape- foreskin peeling off the shaft as it turned to a furry sheath and a canine member started to emerge. Wolves plodding around loose in the court looking more like werewolves- still beasts but with added human traits making their forms gangly and better suited for bipedal movement. A handmaiden who went to see what the commotion was, and now flushed with the sensation of going into heat as her genitals turned to those of a wolf, causing her to frantically drop her skirt and rub it against any surface she could find trying to cure the incessant itch as a fluffy tail started to grow out.
Even Samas- the elder that shooed Logos back into his manor was not all human anymore. His ears were those of a wolf, and his size and musculature greatly increased with equine traits. His middle fingers had enlarged ahead of the rest to devolve into hooves but his other fingers were developing paw pads on them and their nails turned to wolf claws!
"What in Dirocke is happening out there, Samas?? Who would dare assault my home? And why? I know I have not made many friends in my career, but I am retired... I am no longer a logical target."
"I haven't a clue my lord, but it seems to be swapping everyone, so staying inside is your best bet." Samas looked him over and then blushed slightly. "Though, it seems its effects can go through walls too, just not as fast."
"S-swapping?"
"Animals to humans, and humans to animals. People who were closest to the horses are turning into horses, and the horses are slowly becoming more human. The same is true for the wolves. I noticed the connection when my...ah... my uh, wife grew an enormous bushy tail..."
"She was near the wolves?"
"N-no, she was in our bedroom- she grew a tail much, much larger than that. There was apparently a squirrel that was making a nest in our roof. And now the squirrel is the size of a small human child and stuck in the roof- no longer able to fit out the hole it made for itself, and my wife had to relocate to the basement to avoid becoming more of a rodent."
"Is... is it complete? What of their mental state?"
Samas nodded, but also groaned and stumbled back against the wall. His boots groaned even louder than he, and the seams started to burst revealing an expanding horse hoof inside. "The men and women slowly forget themselves, and the animals seem to gain a rudimentary intellect beyond their station."
Logos nodded. "Expanded intellectual capacity- but not transferred knowledge. So they are not body-swapping... it is giving the animals humanity and beasthood to the humans..?"
"Darrian rode out immediately to the capital to tell of what is happening... Gods only know if he got anywhere before turning into a steed himself, riding atop a new, naked man." Samas shook his head sadly, leaning even more heavily against the wall as he became taller from his legs devolving into those of a horse.
Logos also groaned, reaching around to rub his back before being startled by a dull pop in his back and a strange squelching feeling in his body as his entire torso stretched longer. A few minutes later Allya made her way awkwardly down the polished dark wood stairs from the bedroom, holding her gown to her front rather than putting it on as it would no longer fit her. Her middle fingers were now huge with blocky nails and her neck and torso were even longer still making it very difficult to remain upright! Her hair extended now into a full mane! Her nostrils flared and enlarged and the bridge of her nose popped with a hollow sound and expanded wider. Logos helped hold her upright but she leaned on him heavier and heavier.
Logos usually makes decisions on the fly with no effort at all, but for once he was puzzled. He made his choices on logic and rules but this has never happened before- there are no rules on this particular situation. There is not enough information for him to make a call as to what they can do. He, Allya, and Samas relocated to the wine cellar of the manor- the furthest place they could get from any animals to try and wait things out, to see if Darrian could return with help. There was no knowing how far-reaching the spell effects were. Even covering his entire forest bastion with an effect like this is beyond any normal sorcerer.
Even in the cellar however they still transformed very slowly- the stables were just outside the manor, between it and the great hall. The transformations on the outside seemed to progress at a mixed pace. It formed a siphon between man and beast- so if a human stands between another human and animal- they will turn but the person they got in front of will be shielded from any changes till they are fully animal. And someone who is turned animal cannot pass their beasthood to another human to turn partially back- only an actual beast can pass beasthood. So for that same reason- an animal turned human cannot turn back animal by exposing themselves to other feral beasts- they are stuck human.
Duncan, the bastion's smithy found his wife shrinking in size and growing a powdery soft fur, till he found her loose clothing on the floor with a ferret crawling around in it. Where his wife's pet ferret had been was now a gorgeous naked woman, utterly clueless as to what was going on.
Old man Hoss up in the rookery shrank into the body of a messenger pigeon, while several pigeons grew in size and suddenly became terrible at flying. There were more than enough birds to turn Hoss himself into one, but only one man in the rookery, spread between many birds, so none of the birds gained enough humanity to even vaguely resemble a human.
Several vassals of the bastion evacuated entirely- running into the surrounding woods. As dangerous and untamed as the forest is- they assumed if they got far enough they would exit the spell radius. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Samas stood between Allya and the front of the wine cellar, deliberately taking the beasthood first to shield the lord and lady of the bastion- his final act of service to them. He swelled huge with muscle as his bones popped and clicked into new positions; shoulder blades rotating forward, rib cage changing dimension, and hips expanding. His clothes yanked tight and seams burst one by one as holes shred into weakened points across the fabric, trying to make room. As the stable hand Logos had seen earlier; Samas was eventually reduced to a stallion wearing the torn remnants of his former outfit.
Logos seen Allya was already extremely absentminded- she could not hold onto a thought for long and spoke in simplified, short sentences. Having nothing else to do, and since her intellect was dwindling regardless; they popped open some of the wine reserves and got drunk together as Logos watched her slowly devolve further into a mare. Her voice became deeper and even the words she still remembered slurred as her mouth shape changed. Her nose became too big for her face and then her teeth- forcing her entire skull to stretch out into a horse's. Unlike Samas who took on some wolf traits unintentionally- Allya never went out into the court to be close enough to anything other than a horse, so she turned fully into a mare with a beautiful golden brown wavy mane and tail.
As Logos started to ponder the doom of his humanity- a barely dressed young man burst into the cellar, looking around confused a moment before pointing at Logos across the way. "Are you the lord Logos?"
"Aye, and you?"
"Dust- the former mount of Darrian. He told me a bunch of stuff to relay to you- said it was really important."
Samas was right- they had switched places, sort of. Not all of Dust's humanity came from Darrian, and not all of Darrian's beasthood came from Dust. The news was not good- Dust did not return with help from the capital... in fact, nearly the opposite. The range of the spell is still unknown. Every stop they passed on the way there including the capital itself was succumbing to the same fate. The capital was in utter chaos, because they had more time for their fate to sink in, due to a big city not containing very many animals in the first place. Darrian was not able to gather much information unfortunately outside of that- he could not get to the palace to gain an audience with the king. He was riding atop Dust, so he was devolving into a horse quickly and his horse was turning human- making him unable to properly carry his friend on his back.
It is very easy to spot Darrian now, even among the mixed creatures of the bastion. A stallion with a shimmering black pelt but also gigantic black wings thanks to all the crows and ravens roosting in the trees along the way, and the feathers had a pearlescent shine inherited unintentionally from June bugs hiding among the foliage at the trailside. His equine muzzle had a large crow beak on it that still conformed to the dimensions of a horse's mouth and his front legs had banded black scales on it instead of horse pelt. This stalled Dust's evolution into a man because Darrian ran out of humanity to give him, but to get back to the bastion Dust had to once again pass by other devolving humans and take their humanity without meaning to complete his evolution. The partial outfit he is currently dressed in belonged to Darrian before he turned. The most valuable piece of information Dust could relay to Logos is that Darrian heard from the few people in the capital they listened to; that it all originated from the castle, or somewhere near it. Before the chaos, the spell slingers of the kingdom felt a tremendous wave of mana ripple across the entire kingdom and even beyond- and the wave originated from Castle Etabed.
Logos' logic-based mind immediately put together that the event must have for some reason or another originated from Magnus Telal Ethos. Ethos is the only spell caster in the entire kingdom who is skilled enough to even hope to create a spell of this magnitude. But then why did it happen in the first place? She is close to the king, why on earth would she attack her own kingdom? If it originated from the castle, there is no way King Pathos would not have known about this immediately, yet it remains unresolved. In any case- it seems Logos must come out of retirement. The kingdom needs help.
"I cannot yet move from the cellar... Dust, I need one last favor from you. From the kennel- bring me the wolf named Harbinger."
Most of the wolves kept in the bastion are half-bloods; cross-bred with Dire Wolves. Harbinger, on the other hand, is one of the pureblood dire wolves that sired them. The dire versions of animals live longer and are larger than their standard counterparts. More striking however is the fact that their bones are sturdier and much bulkier than the standard animal... so much larger in fact that they don't fit inside of their own body. The back of its spinal cord is visible outside of its body as well as the very top of the ribs where they link to the spine- sitting half outside of the flesh. Even the skull is thicker than normal- a plate of dense bone across its forehead is outside of its body, shielding its brain from any outside trauma. An arrow cannot pierce its skull from the front. Dire beasts are much rarer than the standard ones, however- they are fiercely territorial and the expansion of humans has dwindled their available territories. They also require much more food than the standard beast, so when resources dwindle, the dire beasts are the first to starve.
Harbinger plodded into the cellar a few minutes later and sat down, tilting his head to the side; not understanding why he was brought here or what was happening to his masters. His stare is extremely piercing; one eye is gold, and the other is blue. His fur is midnight black.
Logos approached him, stumbling a bit as he felt his body start to deform again. He managed to ease himself onto his hands and knees before the wolf. Harbinger let out a confused grunt himself and started to squirm from the odd sensation as Logos' humanity started to absorb into him. Closer to both the horses and the wolf Logos started to devolve quickly. His ears took the triangular shape of a wolf, and his skull enlarged; wolves have large heads in proportion to their body. His tailbone grew out longer than a horse's, but when the fur grew in it was both a mix of wolf and horse! It was softer than horse hair but much longer and heavier than wolf fur, causing it to drape off the tail some distance.
Logos groaned as his muscles tightened and then suddenly in rapid-fire his ribs cracked and his rib cage expanded forward, becoming barrel-shaped! His shoulders cracked and slid further down around the sides shifting the sockets low. The bone processions of the upper vertebrae extended up to brace his enlarged upper back muscles like a horse, but his midriff remained sunken in and the processions on the lower vertebrae angled forward... like a wolf. His largest and smallest toe started to regress while the two remaining ones enlarged and stole the mass from the middle toe; the nails evolving into huge triangular hoof segments. Nothing has a two-segment hoof with no dewclaws- it was taking both horse and wolf traits again, mixed. When in resting the two segments join together into one larger hoof. On the back of the knuckle joints a fat paw pad cushions it against the ground, so more of his foot touches the ground than an ungulate should have.
On his hands more paw traits seemed to manifest, resulting in his hands turning into a three-segment hoof. When spread out the individual segments have rather sharp tips- sharp enough to cut. His tail turned deep grey like his hair, but the mat of hair on his crotch and chest turned to snow-white fur which spread to consume the rest of him. His neck thickened with muscle and stretched longer. The neck was consumed in white fur but his hair color spread down a strip of longer fur in the middle back- like a horse mane. All the fur on his neck and chest was very bushy and pretty long, but the maned portion was so long that it draped off the side. His facial muscles twitched and tightened as his skull started to expand. His back teeth become giant and blocky like a horse's. Logos' lips turned glossy black like a wolf.
Logos' clothes stretched and burst off him one by one. The only man present used to be a horse, so there was no reason to be modest, but forever adhering to etiquette and rules, Logos refused to actively disrobe in the presence of a guest and just put up with the discomfort as it tore itself off. Once his expanding hips burst his underpants off and let his changed genitals out canine traits found their way in there too. The shaft turned red- a dark grey-red on the first half and a base red beyond the medial ring. The shaft also fattened up down its entire length, becoming a bit wider toward the very end, making it sort of baseball bat-shaped! This erased the ridge between the corona and the shaft; now only marked with the ring of bumps that adorned it. The glans were stretched flatter but retained a vaguely rounded head with a gentle cleft down the middle. His urethra grew longer than the rest- projecting up and off the glans in a rounded cone of flesh like the point of a canine's phallus. The fur that grows in the cleft of his balls exceeds the length of the rest, giving him a shaggy strip to insulate his massive balls.
As his face stretched his nose darkened and pushed forward to meet his upper lip. There was a gap where no teeth occupied his jaw like in an equine mouth, but then his front teeth knit themselves together as they became taller and turned to fangs, like a canine. His nose became textured and black turning to a canine's in appearance, but then his nostrils flared huge like a horse, stretching it out! Because the nostrils are so large, the bare skin portion of his nose is shaped like a rounded, stretched-out letter M.
Across from him, Harbinger changed shape. His limbs became a bit longer- his ribs compressed in the front making them wider than round. The head of his phallus swelled fatter, taking on the shape of a mushroom cap, though retained the projected urethra of a canine and the knot at its base. His hips shifted allowing him to walk on two legs comfortably and he let out several agitated yips as his muzzle shortened. Rather than look like a sitting wolf, he looked like a squatting werewolf at this point. He was still adorned with the exposed bone of a dire animal. Logos had given half his humanity to one or more horses down in the stables already, so this was as far as his lost humanity could influence Harbinger.
Logos shook his mane to re-settle the fluff of his neck and then grunt. He is completely animal now... the last of his humanity passed on to Harbinger. "Can you understand me, Harbinger?" His voice rang through the room yet his mouth did not move to produce it- a psychic projection.
"Alpha. This one knows." Harbinger spoke in a gravelly voice- unable to use magic of any sort to project his thoughts.
Dust furrowed his brows in confusion. "Wait, you can still think like a human?"
Logos lifted his front paw-hoof to his chest, where the ancient, tarnished heirloom pendant still sat. "The Justicar is warded from all outside influence to their mental state. They can turn me physically into whatever they want- I will still serve them justice." He turned back to Harbinger and motioned to the door with a nod. "We are needed in the capital. Someone needs to pay for this carnage. Today, we hunt a human."
Harbinger's fangs exposed themselves in a wide grin. "Fresh blood."
----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Two : Holy Cow[/u][/b][/color][/center] -----
The town of Lopinside has a very low population... at least, of humans. The town is known for being very scenic and covers quite a bit of land along the trade route to the capital of Mountholme where King Regail sits. The town square is a large circular ring of shops and uneven shale stone pathways around a blue flowering wisteria tree of monumental size- its roots partially exposed on the surface and entwining the entire heart of the town. Outside of that however the homes are quite far apart and each stands watch over a large farm plot or ranch- or both in some cases. Because there were so many farm animals the entire town turned to chaos quickly, and there was no shelter to take from the changes. Trying to distance yourself from one animal only brought you closer to another.
Emily is a strong-willed and pretty woman- though her face is becoming a bit creased and she has a few grey hairs here and there despite only being 41 years young. She used to be a member of town watch when the area was more hazardous- Cockatrice often invaded the farmsteads trying to blend in with the livestock, breathing petrifying gas at anyone who tried to remove them. Mountholme eventually sent out paladins to slay the monsters plaguing the town- as their holy affinity allowed them to cleanse the effects of Cockatrice's breath off of themselves before it was able to incapacitate them. This eliminated her old job- but it is also how she met her husband Sir Naris Richwood; a paladin who remained in Lopinside to marry. Now she is a dairy farmer, tending cattle.
Being a small town further out from Mountholme- by the time news of what was happening got to Lopinside all the humans were already gone. Emily first found out one morning when she woke up and rubbed her breasts- her nipples so erect they itched with pressure. Naris already woke and was out trying to protect the town from any monsters so he was not around when the effects hit her. She gasped and sat up right away, gawking at her nipples which were now engorged so large they were almost as long as her pink finger and as thick as her thumb! Her areola was wider than before too and the edge now had a softer fade! She had no idea what to think of it, so she tried to ignore it and do her chores as usual- starting with milking the cows.
As soon as she approached the barn she became absentminded, and started to breathe heavily as her breasts firmed up and started to look swollen! Her areola started to spread even wider but the edge became even more tapered and the coloration started to fade away overall becoming more like her normal skin tone the further it spread across her breasts till her nipples were the same color as the rest of her skin! Her breathing became constricted as her breasts shoved out against her top, but when Emily tried to undo the buttons on her shirt she could not! Her breasts shoved the fabric tightly enough that she could not get her fingers around the button- it was too tight! Both Emily and the fabric of her shirt started to groan! Wet spots formed on the front and milk started to drip- filtered through the fabric of her shirt and her eyes went wide with confusion and worry.
Emily stood upright and squirmed a bit from an unknown pleasure from below her breasts- then her breathing became rapid with panic when she realized what was happening the moment she felt flesh on flesh; rubbing the underside of her breasts. She started to grow a second pair of boobs below the first ones! They were very quickly catching up to her first pair which was also still growing. The middle button on her shirt tore free, causing all four of her breasts to wobble violently from the motion- the button fired off like a bullet. Then another button, then another. More and more of the cross-shaped cleavage became visible as the four breasts swelled huge, with enormous floppy teats on their fronts! She did not notice their favorite cow Grace was inheriting her humanity- as Grace was in the stall closest to the barn door.
Emily turned from the barn to look around- trying to see who would be casting this spell on her, but saw no one. She decided to head toward the town to get help, if not from anyone else; then from her husband's holy cleansing. The effects seemed to slow as she distanced herself from the barn, heading to the smaller corral by the house where their two horses were kept. One was missing- ridden by Naris into town already. Emily approached her mount to ride him into town but stumbled forward and had to catch herself on the wall as changes rippled through her body again! Proximity to the equine caused her clit to swell larger, which caused bursts of unintentional pleasure, making her horny despite her worry! Then her labia thickened and darkened, but became leaf-shaped like a bovine's bits. In her crotch, a pair of dark circles formed and fat immediately started to swell them forward! Little dark cones then ebon teats as two udder segments ballooned under them, forming into a petite equine udder!
She got onto the horse the best she could, still not realizing quite what was happening, and rode the short way into town, but before getting into the town proper she stopped the horse and turned. What she saw made her immediately second guess going into the town. The woman who owns the potion shop was whining like a dog, straining to still speak English as she complained to her golden lab as it thrusts into her, right there in the street in front of her own shop! Her clothes were draped off her, no longer fitting properly, and while she complained verbally she physically did not attempt to get away. Her golden lab was now a striking young man with violently wavy golden hair- though still had a full canine tail and genitals as he knotted his former mistress.
Two women lay on their backs in the shade of the wisteria tree with a book between them, and a red-breasted robin beside them standing on a pile of discarded clothing... a former human. Both of the other women were tiny- one the size of a small child and the other the size of a doll! They both had colorful wings instead of arms and the feet of a bird, as well as the tail of a bird. One had a beak and feathers across her face and the top of her head, very slowly spreading from there. The other still had a human head but her hair was starting to fall out forced out by feathers slowly growing in! The songbirds in the tree branches were turning them! Emily could not see the actual birds hidden in the flower-draped branches, but they likely looked the same as the turning women, depending on how many were in the tree to split the humanity among them.
There was a perfectly normal naked man leaning up against the wall of the forgery by his hands while a male donkey wearing stretched and torn clothes fucks him! The donkey used to pull the supply cart must have fully swapped with its master- and is not possessed of enough human knowledge to realize anything is amiss about having sex in public. It had its hooves over the man's shoulders and crossed over his chest as it brayed and fucked without a care in the world for the chaos around him.
Emily spotted Naris as he approached her quickly on foot, motioning for her to get off the horse and turn around till he got close enough for her to hear him. "Get away from Jack- a spell is causing everyone to swap humanity with animals, we cannot be near any beasts."
"Surrounded by farmsteads? I don't know a single place anywhere near Lopinside that is not occupied by at least one animal!"
She paused and blushed as Naris got closer and she realized he had an enormous bulge in the front of his pants- the codpiece of his armor removed so his now equine genitals did not get crushed under steel and leather. He is also at least a foot taller and looks more muscular. Naris shooed the stallion away and told it to stay put. By now it already has a depressed midriff and its chest had started to change proportion from contamination from Emily's humanity. Naris walked with her away from the town center but he did not know where to go either. There was nowhere to run. His holy powers did not work against this magic- it is not a malicious spell in nature, it was cast with good intentions.
Emily gasped. "Oh gods- Naris, the cows!"
"Aye, they will claim our humanity if we go back. Heck- eventually even if we stay here they may still take it."
"No, I mean they are all penned up!"
"Hm?"
"If we turn into animals we cannot let them out! The cows cannot get out on their own- they would be trapped and eventually starve to death, trapped in the barn!"
Emily went to run back to their barn and Naris grabbed her shoulder to stop her. "W-wait, if you go near them you will turn even faster and doom yourself."
"Naris... look at me." He blushed as his eyes immediately fixated on her four enormous breasts hanging out of her blown-open shirt and they both heard a seam pop on his pants from his giant erection fighting the fabric. "We can't fix this right now, but we can save them. They depend on us, it is our duty to protect them."
He smirked and gave a bit of a huff, nodding to her. "Aye. A paladin lives to serve the greater cause, it is not man alone who shares the blessed light of the Gods. Let's go then. If we join them in beasthood- let us do it together."
They kissed quickly and dashed back to their ranch, already starting to feel the changes press into their bodies with increasing vigor as they approached the barn. The sensation is both impossibly soft but also very apparent- like the touch of the wind. It flows softly around all objects but also has the potential strength to tear a house from its foundation and throw it like a toy.
The changes assaulted Naris slower because up till now he had only inherited some horse traits- no bovine traits. He did his best to help steady Emily as she frantically dashed around the barn letting the cows out to roam while changing at the same time. Two cows started to grow long human hair out from the tufts of fur on their heads. One cow suddenly stopped what it was doing and started to look around, like it had suddenly become much more aware of its surroundings. Emily's feet started to change causing her to stumble forward and Naris caught her to keep her off the ground, but then she looked down to see her hands changing as well. Thumb regressed to nothing as her outer two fingers turned to dew claws and drew back and inward as her hands fused into cannon bones and her remaining two fingers formed the front segments of a bovine's cloven hooves.
"Ooh... it's s-soOOUUU... s-stroOong. MmmMM-MUH-Mmm... MOO!" She startled herself at her inability to keep in the lowing sounds!
Short, stumpy horns broke the skin over her temples and her ears started to become pointed. Her diffused red lips turned pink and the color started to fade up her face to take over the end of her nose as well and her nostrils started to flare larger! A thin tail wiggled its way over the back of her pants, causing the waist to push down so the moment her thighs started to reshape her pants immediately fell off!
Naris went to help her pull them back up but realized the effort was futile. He instead went to finish what she started and left her there to open more stalls and get the rest of the cows out into the sunny field. He underestimated his changes however and only got one stall open before he hunched over and let out a deep groan that was almost a bull's lowing! The leather straps on his armor snapped and the plates popped off him as his upper body muscles exploded in size! His point of view started to rise as his entire body grew larger and larger! His giant dong ruptured the front of his pants and underpants finally on its own, causing enough damage that the rest of his pants fell away. He staggered to the next stall and opened it; the cow paused to look at him in confusion before seeing the other cows heading outside and simply followed them. Naris failed to notice in the commotion that Grace remained in the barn with them, watching with curiosity instead of following the other cows outside.
Naris stumbled forward as his legs changed, causing him to slam his head into the door of the next stall. Horns started to grow out of his head much larger than Emily's and left a few dots of blood on the wooden door. He opened the latch and released another cow- not many left now. His ropy tail grew out and started to lash around erratically. His thoughts started to slow down, like walking into a deep mire- making it harder to move. His attention span was shortened, making it easier to derail his train of thought before his mind fully connected the dots. His upper body is so enormously muscular and his torso starts to lengthen, that it becomes impossible for him to stand up on two legs without leaning against the stalls, shimmying sideways to get to the next latch.
Emily crouched down, hugging her tits as they grow still larger! She frantically lows like a cow when she means to moan like a woman. Emily is kneading as much of her breasts as she can as quickly as possible to relieve the feeling- she is far too full of milk, and it dribbles out constantly from her fat, floppy teats even without touching them at all! When she squeezes her blushing breasts the milk sprays out in a solid stream and tickles the insides of her plump teats! With a loud bellow from Emily, her rib cage suddenly expands shoving her arms to the side, and then her shoulder blades crack and shift forward- locking her arms in a forward position, no longer properly able to grab at her boobs! This tore away the rest of her shirt, leaving only a bit of shredded cloth around her shoulders. The skin starts to turn pink and they grow wider- suddenly starting to fuse! Her four giant breasts are becoming one giant bovine udder!! Emily hunches forward so far that her front hooves lightly touch the floor and her spine starts to crack and pop as it gets longer! Her torso grows, but almost all of the new cells are created on the top half downward- causing the old flesh to shuffle down her expanding torso, which then causes her udder to position itself lower and lower till it bops up against her existing horse udder!
Emily's hips pop loudly and lock her legs in a quadruped position, causing her to fall onto her side from her leaned-forward squat- her udder flopping heavily on the floor and blasting four streams of milk across the floor from the impact. Her pants and panties tore straight through the body and covered less and less as her thighs grew, stretching what remained into tight bands around her thighs. Her face crunches and clicks and she grunts several times in a deepening voice as her nose expands and meets her upper lip and then her entire face starts to extend out, expanding her skull! Her tail lashes around wildly behind her. With a gurgling sound, her horse udder suddenly starts to bloat well beyond equine proportions! The skin started to fuse with the underside of the bovine udder which was still trying to shove itself lower- both udders trying to occupy the same space! The ebon coloration of the horse udder spread onto the cow udder, becoming blotchy in the middle as the equine mammaries ballooned to the same size as the cow ones! She now had a SIX segment udder- one pink colored, one dappled, and one black! A fine pelt of orange-brown fur faded in across her entire body.
"M-m-m-mmmmhrmmmmmmm-!" Her brow furrowed, trying to fight the urge to low like a cow.
Her hair started to fall out as the last traces of human features stretched into the shape of a cow head.
"Mmuuuuhmm-muh-moomm moooo, m-MOO MROOOUUUU!!" She looked surprised at her own outburst, but then her iris expanded and darkened to hide the whites of her eyes and suddenly her expression softened to a very tranquil look as her human thoughts faded away, and she forgot who she was supposed to be.
One of the nearby cows now had a half-sized ribcage and sunken midriff. A smaller udder, but her chest was now also adorned with human breasts- bestowed unintentionally by the remnants of Emily.
Naris fell forward after opening another latch- suddenly distracted by Emily's eruption of increasingly loud bellows. Seeing her fully bovine probably should have bothered him, but he had regressed far enough himself that it simply drove his enormously heavy flopping dick to full erection. He went to rush over and mount her but then remembered there was something else he was trying to do. He did not want to do anything else, he wanted to wrap her wet pussy around his throbbing monster of a cock. But as a paladin, he had been trained in discipline. To fight urges and only stand for what is morally correct. It was mental agony, but he turned himself away from Emily for the moment and as soon as he saw the last two stall doors latched closed- he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, the moment he collapsed to the floor to turn the first time- his hands quickly started to devolve. By the time he remembered his purpose he no longer had hands, but cloven hooves. His feet turned to the single-segment hoof of a horse, but his hands turned bovine.
He tried to stand enough to put his hooves onto the stall wall to support him but could not even get that far off the floor- he just did a little hop and made the floor shake when his hooves came back down almost hard enough to splinter the wood. The almost grotesquely huge muscles of his upper back started to seethe into his neck, bloating it massively thick, then the veins fattened, and then the neck started to grow longer. His voice distorted and lowered even further than Emily's, making his voice thunderously low. His lips and nose started to turn black rather than pink like Emily's. Black fur started to gather on his shins, forearms, and chest and quickly spread to encompass his entire body. His ostrich egg-sized testicles sank lower as his scrotum grew longer. His sheath lengthens and fuses further up his underside, but this causes his already very long horse dick to stretch still longer so that the same amount of flesh is still projected outside of the sheath!
Naris grunted in frustration at his inability to reach the latch and in the devolving mind of a bull that quickly turned to aggression. He backed up a pace and then immediately charged forward, leaping as far off the floor as he could and turned at the last moment- his large left horn sheered the latch off both remaining stall doors, breaking them completely off the door and left a shallow trench in the wood where his horn raked across!
Naris grunted several times as his nostrils flared big, and then he started to snort and bellow as his face expanded, robbing him of his remaining humanity- but thankfully not before he finished his task of setting the real bovine free. Discarding his humanity to save them in his place. As his neck lengthened his hairline extended down it- apparently still some equine traits blending with him, resulting in a mane. His face however fully devolved into that of a black bull.
His snorting and grunting did not slow down when the changes stopped- he immediately turned and rushed at Emily who was only just now rolling back onto her hooves to stand up and immediately thrust into her before she even saw him coming! His scrotum is so long that on his initial powerful thrust, his balls swung so far forward he managed to slap the middle two teats on her udder, under her! He has a horse phallus so it is much thicker than bovine, but Emily's vulva is not proper bovine either. The labia are shaped like a bovine's but her clit is massive and darts in and out like an equine- and her vaginal passage manages to stretch around his girth.
Lopinside was lost quite quickly due to the animal population already exceeding the human population by quite a bit. This also meant that most altered animals only vaguely resembled humans at most- because humanity was spread so thin among them. A day and a half later, three nobles wandered into town- their carriage guided by two horses still wearing a few scraps of human clothing, indicating they were not meant to be animals. The three nobles however were perfectly calm and did not seem at all affected by the magic. Each one wears a silver bangle etched in magic runes.
"Well, how's it looks boys?"
The second noble scoffed at him. "You can look yourself, you know?"
The woman among them had wandered ahead and now saunters back toward them. "Gone- everyone. Too many animals in this area; no one stood a chance. They had probably fully devolved within an hour or two of the spell first going off."
The first noble nervously adjusts his bangle. "I know some nowhere location like this wouldn't have access to anything of this sort but, I have been nervous... wondering if anyone else has access to this sort of magic?"
The second noble shook his head. "No! Of course not. These bangles were specially designed by the Magnus to preserve our humanity against her own spell when she set it off in Mountholme."
"Yeah but... Ethos had to learn it from somewhere, right? Which means the information is out there and could potentially be learned by someone else."
The woman shrugged. "Maybe one or two relics exist able to resist the spell- so what? Ethos stationed people like us in various locations to scan the remains. It is all of us chosen nobles against MAYBE two or three stragglers? They aren't going to get anywhere. Even if they squirm their way from us... what are they going to do? Fight Telal Ethos? She will utterly destroy them. It is not like they are going to start humanity over somewhere else- you need more than one person to progenerate a species."
One of the men was suddenly knocked off his feet, and a huge figure leaped from the laneway he was standing on the edge of! Before they could react the huge figure rushed and slammed into the next noble- slamming him with her shoulder so hard it felt like he had just been trampled by a horse!
Grace paused in front of the carriage, with her hands on her hips. She had been following Emily and Naris the entire time they were trying to free the other cows- so she absorbed the most humanity! Now able to stand on her rear hooves easily, her torso is completely humanoid. She has human-shaped hands with thumbs- but her nails are still tremendously blocky like hoof segments and her outer two digits are disproportioned to the inner two, like dew claws versus the primary hoof segments. She only has fur on her lower arms and legs and her upper back- but it is hard to tell where it starts and stops because her skin is the exact same white with black splotches that the fur has.
She has two gigantic breasts that are pastel pink- with areola and huge nipples the same color. Below that are a pair of more reasonably sized E-cup breasts- though the teats on the lower pair are just as big as on the upper ones. The pink coloration continues down her midriff and ends at her crotch- bovine-shaped labia. She has very sharp-looking hip bones and still has her old cow tail. Her muzzle is very short but otherwise her face still looks bovine. Because her face is much shorter though- her eyes can face forward, and her iris has regressed in size giving her humanoid eyes, and her head has human hair. Her hair is all black except her bangs, which are solid white.
Though the straps are damaged and it doesn't fit very well- she is wearing some of Naris' paladin armor! She knows some simple holy spells, and holds his mace in her left hand at the ready! Naris and Emily have always taken such good care of their cows, protecting the herd and caring for them their entire lives. They sacrificed their humanity to save their cows one last time, so now in their wake- Grace will protect them this time! Telal chose nobles to keep human to scan the affected areas in the kingdom to make sure nothing goes amiss somehow, or straggling demi-humans cause unnecessary damage... she did not anticipate that the animals would stand up for the humans. She sees a bitter cold future where humans erase animals, but that is a future that has not yet come to pass. Many animals love their humans and are loved in turn by their humans.
"Holy cow, it's a... holy... cow. G-get away from the carriage! You don't know what you are doing, Bessie!"
"The name is Grace, and I know what I am mooing, er, d-doing. Ugh, embarrassing myself apparently."
The woman tried to rush Grace and pull her away before she could get in the carriage, but Grace swung Naris' mace at the woman! The woman blocked with her arm, but the mace hit her bangle directly and split it! The bangle broke off and the woman shook her head, now looking panicked, and stumbled back, rubbing her now bare wrist.
"N-n-no! You can't, I was supposed to... no! Not me!"
She rushed at the noble still getting up off the ground by the laneway and tried to steal the bangle of his wrist but he obviously wrestled free and knocked her away.
Grace did not waste a moment, grabbing the reins and getting the human-turned-horses to speed away, toward the capital. She had been listening in on their conversation hidden in the shadow of the laneway the whole time. Thanks to their conversation she now knew the source of this madness was Ethos, waiting in the castle in Mountholme. If Grace means to restore the humans, she will need to either convince Ethos or somehow defeat her.
The noble left bangle-less on the street collapsed to her hands and knees, trembling as her body was assaulted suddenly by the magic. She looked around frantically but could not even see any animals- what was she swapping with?! The other two nobles backed away from her, now doubly glad their bangles remained intact. The woman's body seemed to ripple and bloat up a bit, and little nubs formed down her sides! Soon the nubs started to squirm around, wiggling as they developed into small little proto-limbs! Her torso started to stretch longer and her anus projected out off her ass as her body extended beyond there as well! Her arms and legs started to look soft and lose definition... slowly shrinking to try and match the little nub limbs! She was rapidly shrinking into her clothing, and in the corner of her panicking eye, she saw someone else growing beside her- and spotted a rapidly growing caterpillar at the edge of the road suddenly taking on human traits.
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The king's champion Rajh walked into the room, resting his palm on the pommel of his enormous sword in wait.
Pathos shook his head. "Surely you cannot mean to do this to the world?"
Telal sighed heavily. "It is the only way. To leave stragglers among a world turned beast would seem needlessly cruel."
Rajh looked irritated as he spoke up, taking another few steps forward. "To what urgency have I been summoned? Forgive me but I believe I have missed a good portion of this discussion." Rajh is only in his twenties but extremely muscular, and has proven himself a savant at slaying monsters.
Ethos spun one wheel so that she was able to see both Rajh behind her and still Pathos in his throne. "I have witnessed a future... where humans rule the world."
Rajh shrugged. "Sounds beautiful."
"It is not. Humans expand into the territory of animals and nature, forcing them back and killing them when they try to defend their borders. The air thins and becomes stale as the number of trees dwindle to give them lumber. They dredge metals from the heart of the world to encase the land so that nothing can ever regrow. They erase hundreds of species from the world forever, enslave other animals- treating them not as equals or beloved pets and companions but as one regards a piece of fruit. Hollowing it of its juices and flesh before tossing the remnant husk in the trash. Even humans themselves succumb to their own self-inflicted rot. They continue to reproduce with no limit- each trying to claim their own land till there is nowhere left to expand. People starve or die to the elements because there is not enough food and shelter for everyone. Without any natural predators to balance the population of humans they ultimately are forced to invade their own land and fight themselves over what little resources they have left, waging war after war with increasingly destructive weapons until the human race ultimately kills itself- after having already killed everything else, and rotted the world to its very core so nothing can succeed them in its rule."
There was a long silence, Rajh not knowing what to say- so Pathos broke the silence. "Telal intends to scatter humanity. She has cast a spell that encompassed the entire world... when in the presence of a creature other than another human; a person's humanity will now slowly syphon away. The beast will become more human, and the human becomes a beast."
Telal nodded. "Preventing humans from reproducing because no one will be completely human anymore, thus ending the human race within this generation. Total erasure of the species without actually killing anyone. It is the most ethical approach. Otherwise, if they are left to their own devices; everything, everywhere will die slowly till this world is no more."
Rajh drew his sword with a weak huff. "I never thought I would be called to imprison the magnus herself."
Pathos shook his head. "Do not underestimate her, Rajh."
Rajh smirked. "Good thing there are no animals in the castle- so nowhere for our humanity to go."
Telal smiled weakly. "Do you see me as a weak opponent, because I am a woman? Because I do not carry a weapon as you do? Or perhaps because my legs no longer carry me?" She fully turned to Rajh. "People taking pity on me, and looking down on me in this chair is why I dedicated myself to my studies in the first place. They say when your mind is deprived of one of its senses, the others become stronger to compensate. My shattered legs have sharpened my mind."
Telal slowly started to stand up- her wheelchair quickly contorting as the metal wrapped around her legs to help lift her- using automancy to animate the steel around them, to basically puppeteer her own body. Rajh rushed at her to grab her, but she took a step back. A shooting pain fired up his leg and he looked down to see a wolf biting into it, thrashing its head back and forth! The black skirt of her gown took the shape of a wolf and animated itself! Rajh swung his sword at its neck but it returned to inanimate cloth and fell away before the blade touched it!
Telal looked frustrated a moment back at the organ player who had gone silent in fear toward the back of the long narrow room. "No one told you to stop playing, maestro..." Nervously, he resumed playing In The Hall Of The Mountain King on the pipe organ.
In time with the music, Telal literally danced around Rajh's increasingly aggressive attacks- now no longer trying to subdue her but kill her if he could actually hit her at all. Her clothing animated itself and shifted forms as she dances, making it very hard to hit her, because it is hard to tell where she is within her own clothes. Whenever he gets too close to actually landing an attack; the maw of one beast or another emerges made of hardened cloth to bite him before returning to normal fabric!
"Mind over matter, champion."
"I am over you!" He thrust forward at her quickly in an attempt to spear her guts.
Telal's rings turned to liquid and encapsulated her fingers, crowning them with very long narrow claws as she backhands the champion and twirls to the side to evade the attack easily. She left four thin cuts across his face! The metal around her legs stretches and lifts her from the ground- now on steel hooves. The long tail of her gown slithered around behind her like it had become a literal tail. Rajh grunt in frustration and charged at her again. Telal's extremely long crimson hair lifted itself, slithered through the air as the end took the shape of a dragon's head, and bit Rajh had enough to leave numerous puncture wounds in a half-circle on his chest and back! It thrashed a bit, lifting his entire body from the ground before she swung her head and the dragon slammed the champion through one of the marble pillars hard enough to shatter the pillar!
Now with a broken arm from slamming into the stone, Rajh got up slower this time. Telal casually walked over as the sundered stone from the marble pillar gathered through the air and encased her left arm, taking the form of a colossal gorilla arm! Rajh was barely able to lift the flat of the sword to shield himself as the giant marble fist punched him straight through the stone wall of the throne room! He fell at least seven meters through the roof of one of the halls in the servant's wing of the castle. The fall would not have been enough to kill him but he also won't likely be standing up for a good long time.
Telal flicked the giant arm and the marble fired itself back into the exact shape of the pillar as the cracks slowly fused back together- mending the pillar back to its former state exactly. Magnus Ethos just looked back at Pathos as he sighed and fell silent for a long minute.
"He is right though. How do you plan to turn people like myself?"
"I could not turn you even if I tried, your majesty. The ritual in which you were originally crowned king of Etabed wards you from all known magic- even my sorceries will do nothing to you." She motioned out the hole in the wall over the capital of Mountholme sprawling out from around the castle's foot. "As for everyone else- my spell uses an exponential resonance. Like beautiful music it echoes through the kingdom, but when it makes contact with humanity it causes their humanity to ring like a tuning fork- which then sends out another shockwave of the spell, spreading its effects further."
"So every affected human causes your spell to increase in power, and range."
"Yes. That also means that my spell is the 'loudest' where there is the most humanity. The more time that passes- the louder the spell becomes in these areas increasing its effective range. Eventually it will become strong enough to pull animal traits and displace humanity across miles of land. So even someone in the heart of the city will eventually lose their humanity to animals miles away from the city. There is no escaping its effects- their humanity itself is what is powering the very spell that will remove it." The man on the organ nervously looked back to her as he finished playing and Telal looked back with a timid smile. "Hmm, do you know Black Swan? I am afraid music is the only thing to settle my nerves." He resumed playing the organ and Telal looked back to Pathos. "You know I am sorry. I wouldn't have ever imagined doing something like this, but it was the most ethical solution. I don't blame you for hating me."
Pathos shook his head, leaning back in the throne. "I do not hate you, Ethos. But I cannot disregard the feelings of the people in the here and now. You do what you think you must- but I will still do what I must as well."
She nodded toward the hole in the wall. "If that was your best fighter- all you can do against this is add more holes to the castle."
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Dirocke is the furthest city to the north in Etabed. It was once a beautiful city overlooking the capital and the vast lake between the two locations- far below Dirocke as it sits on a high plateau against the side of Mt. Black. It is a rich mining city; its buildings made mostly of stone blocks cut from the rock dredged up to make the mine shafts. To say Dirocke is rock bottom now would be a great understatement. Dirocke is below rock bottom, and for a time it was treated as Hell on earth.
The mines are rich but also dangerous- Basilisk slither about underground and for the few shafts that dug the deepest- there are Wyrms deep below in roosts of churning magma. The fumes from the deep magma pits are not good to inhale, so even aside from the extremely dangerous monsters, you can simply suffocate if you are not careful. But at least back then it was the miners alone who suffered.
They dug up more than just precious metals and rare rocks- no one knows for sure, but most have come to believe a plague that hit Dirocke also came from the eternally black underworld. The city was sealed off from all supply, no one could come or go except a brave few alchemists and apothecary from the capital seeking to bring hope to the doomed city. Because no one from Dirocke could leave, the still healthy were condemned to eventually get sick with the plague too, because they had nowhere to run. The entire original population of Dirocke succumbed to the plague. The last few attempted to hide and live within the mines to escape the suffering on the surface. They either starved to death in the darkness when their supplies ran out- or the monsters found and devoured them.
For the longest time Dirocke was a haunted city, occupied only by ghosts. The plague at least died with them- unable to spread beyond, and burned with the bodies. The capital still to this day sends expedition teams to Dirocke because the mines are still very rich in ores, but the teams only stay there temporarily for expeditions before returning to the capital. No, the only permanent residents in Dirocke now are street rats. Runaway orphans, homeless people, thieves, or criminals on the run. The homes in Dirocke are long abandoned but are mostly stone- so they are still perfectly good structures. No one runs the city to be able to charge you for staying there, so anyone at all can go there, plop their belongings into an empty house and claim it as their own. If you had no chance anywhere else- you still have a home in Dirocke.
That is how Griss and his sister Lola came to be here. A gambling addiction introduced Lola to a shady lot, swindling money from anyone and anything. She failed a dangerously big heist and the rest of her crew threw her under the carriage as they say. The old crew tried to hustle Griss out of his own money, trying to blame Lola for their downfall when they were the ones who ripped the rug out from under her. The two of them were forced to abandon their existing lives and came to Dirocke to escape both the authorities and her former mates. They live in a home near the primary mine opening at the back of the town- this put a good layer of rock between them and most creatures when the spell wave hit Dirocke.
The first people to turn seemed to all be porcine. Domestic pigs and sheep were the only livestock kept in Dirocke these days- there isn't enough open land to house enough field for larger animals. Sheep can feed on the little grass there is on the scattered flat surfaces and the pigs can be fed from the garden plots almost every home in Dirocke possesses.
When human traits went to the pigs the first thing to always chance seems to be the limbs- for their body size pigs have extremely short limbs. Their arms and legs grow first, creating the bizarre sight of a tall pig. More human bleeding into the sows causes their ten teats to fatten in spite of not lactating; and then little hills of fat to project the teats outward as they develop ten breasts! The hogs have their shafts expand in girth, causing them to flop out at all times as their sheaths become too tight for their phallus to fit inside of! Human hair grows from their heads next, and eyebrows. Then their bodies compress and their torso shifts proportions which grants them the ability to stand on their hind legs. No pig managed to get any more humanity than that before their owners ran out of humanity to share.
Their owners belly expands first, making them look pregnant- whether man or woman. Then soft snorting unintentionally as their nostrils expand, then surprised oinks as the entire bridge of their nose pops wider and gives them a pig snout. Embarrassment spikes as little spiral tails crown their swelling ass and their feet devolving into hooves puts them onto all fours like a beast. There are not many ranches in Dirocke though... so the same people near the pigs are also near the sheep.
Thick, heavily ribbed, spiralling horns pierce the skin with a sharp but short lived pain. The skin ripples around the base as each rib of horn emerges as the bone of their skull keeps expanding outward more and more. The horns twist and hug themselves as the spiral grows tighter and larger, weighing their heads down to the ground as if to encourage them to eat the grass- to admit what they have become. Ironically while the horns of the rams are the first trait to appear in former humans- it is the last trait to leave the actual sheep, so no caprine fully lost their crown. Women are forced to drop their drawers to make room for swelling udders- not especially big but round and taut with cone shaped teats that jut forward and to the sides. Skin darkens to black but no one took fully from pig nor sheep, so their skin always ends up a blotchy mix of pink, grey-pink, and black as the two skin colors fight for territory.
Caprine traits causes their hair to bleach, turning to a pale cream color as it tightens into fluffy curls to turn into wool but it only grows in certain places as the domestic pigs have an extremely light coating of fur so sparse that it is transparent. Sheep also have short legs though- and this only speeds the de-evolution of their limbs, and sends them to the ground on all fours all the faster. Vocalizations regress to bleating, their breathing marred with oinks, grunts, and soft snuffling.
That was merely the fate of the outer fringes of the city. Further in you have giant white feathered ravens with large pot bellies and a fluffy mat of wool on their chest! Too fat to fly. Wool covered mice running about among discarded human clothing. There is even one skunk the size of a large dog, waddling around with its large belly dragging on the ground under it- testicles the size of softballs and hooves instead of paws! On the other side of the balance you have tiny humanoid people with long clawed feet, banded scales on their legs and a carpet of black feathers across their entire body sitting up on the rooftops. Mice grown into small furry anthros, now with the intellect to know how to use human tools and knowing the humans are no more- so all their food is up for the taking. What had been the skunk is now a handsome middle aged man with two streaks of solid white in his otherwise black hair, walking around the streets in the nude with his junk flopping around like he owns the city. And he might as well own it- who is going to refute him?
The largest of them was Barrus- a gentle giant of a man who did supply runs for anyone, or any supplies for the right price. He was the only one with a horse. He also lived on the edge of town, so he caught caprine too. He increased in size and muscle, his skin turning black. His endowments burst the fly of his pants open without his help at all and outgrew his clothing entirely. He grew a fluffy tuft of a sheep tail but his ass grew large and muscular with equine traits. The cannon bones on his rear legs grew black wool around it, making his legs look like he is wearing woolly socks. Wool grew from his chest in a giant mound of fluff and then up around his neck so enormously fluffy and dense that it looked almost like a lion mane the way it framed his face! His face is long and well defined with huge nostrils like a horse, but his upper lip cleft like a sheep and his head crowned with giant ram horns- sized up to fit a horse head.
The result of the transfer also created a sheep with a human head and chest who can no longer grow wool on their upper body, neck, and head. They have human hair- but it is still cream colored and wildly curly like wool. Barrus' mare was now also devoid of all fur. She had a human head, and torso- including breasts- but still had a horse tail, neck, and limbs! The transformation triggers all pleasure nerves in the genitalia when they are turned, which causes unwanted arousal and often results in spontaneous sex, but ironically the animals are less likely to start fucking as a result than the humans are. Because humans are losing their sense of modesty and inhibitions while the animals are gaining it. Barrus could not hold himself back when he seen his changing horse in a futile attempt to mount her and ride out of Dirocke to try and save himself from whatever was happening to everyone. His dick now gargantuan and its weight flopping back and forth only underlined the dizziness from his arousal. The mare had accepted him gladly, but his stamina seems to have exceeded hers thanks to the friskiness of a caprine now running through his veins. He fucked her twice, and now she can be seen trotting around the city trying to avoid him while Barrus mindlessly chases her tail, still wanting more.
Griss and Lola were far enough to the back that these critters were unable to affect them, and they remained human at first. Griss seen the chaos from their rooftop before returning inside every so often, trying to assess the damages. He did not know what was happening- and it seemed extremely weird to target a ghost town with any spells. Everyone in Dirocke is nobodies, what is the point of attacking them with anything? His girlfriend Malia appeared after the first day- already part animal, looking for shelter from the chaos. Lola was against it- assuming the condition was contagious but was proven wrong when Griss invited Malia in and her condition did not affect either of them. Malia had a long bushy tail- taken from her pet dog, but also her hair had turned to a mat of wool draped off her head and growing from her neck. Her hands were partially devolved into cloven hooves so her thumbs were regressed too far to pick anything up, and her feet were completely hooves. Her dainty little caprine hooves clicked against the creaky old wooden floors of the house, which turned Griss on.
Griss is still totally human, so having his girlfriend partially succumbed to this made him feel more powerful over her. She was rather helpless, and distressed, so he could act the savior. Lola had to put up with the sound of the headboard on the bed slamming against the wall as they loudly fucked. She could not leave the house or she would risk transforming too, so she just had to try and ignore her brother fucking the lamb woman.
Because the link was already made; Malia going there only slowed her transformation, it did not STOP it. Her genitals turned black as the skin color bled up slowly from there. This made sex even better for them because rams have narrow tapered dicks- so her vagina became tiny, making her extremely tight wrapped around Griss, and his dick seem giant to her. Her already petite breasts shrank and a fat, round udder swelled up in her crotch. Griss found it hot as hell and continued to have sex with her quite frequently- his balls now clapping loudly against the back cleft of her tits. The transformation was gradual enough that most changes were discovered on accident- no one spotting them when they initially appear. She started to make bleating sounds when they had sex, but soon she would make them at random times. Her nostrils became narrow and her upper lip cleft. Random words would distort to bleating, and then bleats replaced words entirely. When she bleated loudly she would often pause and look confused- as if the sound were so loud that it wiped out all the human thoughts that were currently in her head, forcing her to lose her train of thought.
As the cursed melody of Telal's spell increased in volume; even Griss and Lola were not immune. Both of them noticed what at first they thought was calluses on their hands and feet, but the skin oddly still supple. They fattened up and the two realized they were sharing the stolen traits of a nearby rat. They could not find the rodent in the house for as much as they searched- so it was either hidden well inside of the walls or just near the house instead of inside of it. They could not leave the house to search for it, because that risked turning into still something else, or simply just turning rat even faster than they already are. Their nails turned to the translucent, relatively small claws of the rodent, and then their two front teeth on bottom and especially top jaw lengthened to the point where their lips could not conceal them.
To get away from her brother frequently fucking the sheep woman; Lola remained almost exclusively on the top floor, so a split in their changes occurred. They shared rat, but they were both getting traits from a second beast as well. Scales started to develop on Lola, looking like bumps at first. The scales are very round and large, and turn her skin silver and then rocky grey when fully formed. At seemingly random intervals a stone-hard spike-like scute would form off her back. Griss developed scales too but only on his lower back, and then his tail as it grew rather quickly compared to all the other changes in the house- another inch every half hour roughly. Unlike Lola, his scales lay flat- the scales of a snake.
Griss was able to identify his scales easier because Malia also got them. Her wool started to grow over her shoulders and then in a triangle over her upper back, but everywhere else turned stiffer, then shiny, then started to segment itself as the outer skin turned to snake scales. Her torso very slowly started to get abnormally long and her canine tail also grew larger and longer- though retained a full coat of dog fur. Her hands regressed fully into cloven hooves and her hind legs regressed in size! Her arms were already smaller as they became like a sheep- but snakes do not have limbs at all, causing her legs to be even more abnormally small and disproportionate to her front legs. This made her look like she was squatting or sitting even if she was fully standing! Her plump, round udder bounced on the ground under her, unable to completely clear the floor when she walks.
The bleating got worse- she would sometimes enter a fit of bleating where she could not stop for several moments, annoying and frustrating herself. Soon she imagined the bleating sound randomly sometimes and the sound of sheep filled her thoughts, causing her to echo them physically. Eventually bleats were the only sound she could make- because it was the only thing she could think of. Even turned fully animal did not dissuade Griss from having sex- trying to bury his troubles for a time with physical pleasure, and Malia never protested; always quick to raise her tail for him. Her privates became quite a mess of traits though. Canine traits bled down to fatten and project her mons quite a bit off her, but snake traits squashed her anus and vulva into the same opening- a cloaca, but with a fat puffy canine opening, and quite small and tight like a sheep.
Lola was frankly disgusted at her perverted brother, fucking the animal freak. She was not about to go down there and protest though- not in the state she was currently in. All her teeth extended into fangs and her body slowly grew and became more muscular! The claws on her hands started to grow and made her worry more every few hours when she looked down and seen they were still larger. So large they covered the entire ends of her digits. One, two, three, four inches and still growing!! The only one that did not grow was her thumb, which remained a little rodent claw. The fangs in her mouth increased in number and size, straining her jaw. Every time she opened her mouth to moan and grunt her skull clicked and her face pushed out a little longer, a little pointier. Thick, stiff whiskers started to grow above her lip and twitch in irritation with each new change.
Griss' dick was getting fatter, which made sex even better- though he now had to work Malia up before even trying to enter her, because a little bit of lube no longer cut it, she needed a bit of stretching before he could stuff his cock in her at all. By the end of the third day though his dick started to pulse, like it was trying to get harder than it was able to. Griss groaned and leaned on the counter of their tiny kitchen. He flopped his dick over his pants and looked at it, groaning again at how purpled it looked from blood pressure. There was an itchy pressure at the glans and he used two fingers and a thumb to hold it. There was an unusual amount of give on the head... was his urethra growing? He twirled his middle finger on the pre burbling out to lube it and then shoved it into the urethra to see if he could insert it- but while it went down... it wasn't into the urethra! The urethra split in half- his finger sunk between the forked opening! His unusually wide swollen glans and penis were splitting in half- a snake has a hemipene! But because he does not have a cloaca the hemipene isn't really forming correctly for a snake, either. The split it horizontal- so the two dicks are forming vertically instead of horizontally. It felt like peeling tape off your skin, where the two shafts split apart the further he pushed his fingers between them, but given the tender area it is happening it, it is also accompanied by an electric buzz of pleasure.
Rodent traits swelled his testicles so fast they gurgled from the increased space inside. A carpet of dense but short fur covered his nuts and replaced his pubes. The further his dick split in half the further down his foreskin was shoved- bunching up, thickening and then getting overtaken by fur as well, turning into a short sheath at their base! Even when he had two full cocks- they both shared only a single sheath. Because of the way his original cock split into two- the bottom dick is actually upside down. The two cocks are oriented so their urethra face one another. He grabbed both when the divide finished and started micro-thrusting into his hands from undeniable arousal, mashing the frenulums of both phallus into one another- frotting himself.
The pressure hit an itching height again and the glans throbbed powerfully, oozing pre almost perpetually. Little bumps formed around the corona and quickly started to swell in size, becoming more pale the larger they grew. Tiny bumps, big bumps, little spikes, barbs, huge barbs. The corona started to deform to make room for them all as they grew to almost spike-like shape, making his cocks almost look like weapons! The over inch-long barbs around his cockhead are still just skin pressurized with blood, so as savage as they look, you can bend them pretty easily. The nerve count in them in insane though. He moves his hands up and almost immediately gets off by just brushing his hand back and forth, bending the barbs up and down!
The next time he had sex with Malia, she was extra pleased by the rubbery barbs gently raking the walls of her pussy, and Griss was able to completely forget the apocalyptic situation the world was currently in with white hot pleasure of being able to bang Malia twice at the same time. Shame she did not still have two separate holes still- he can be in two different places at the same time. By now his tail was as long as he is tall and fully encased in scales. His feet have started to stretch to look still more rodent-like. His clothes started to fit loose on him though, and by the afternoon of the next day his outfit slumped off him when he stood up from a nap with Malia. He was shrinking... both the average snake and all rats are considerably smaller than he was. Griss would get hit with random dizzy spells when the shrinking happened, and his whole body felt tight for a moment- he would be forced to exhale as his lungs shrank too small to hold the air he had in them. His large front teeth were no longer flat, thin cutting blocks like a rodent but the fangs of a venomous snake- though still both in the front of his mouth as if they were still rodent teeth. He could barely get his arms up onto the kitchen counter. Just how small was he going to get before he runs out of human? His diffused brown hair lost its coloration and turned base grey, and a fine pelt of grey fur was spreading from the base of his hair in the back down his neck and forming a stripe on his upper back. The fur that replaced his pubes was trailing up his crotch to his navel now.
He was actually just starting to wonder where the hell Lola was. Sure he was distracted as hell with his own regression and fucking Malia to forget his troubles, but he still had not seen his sister at all in the last day and a half. What the heck was she doing up there? There is no upstairs bathroom- she has to come down at some point no matter what. But just as he was wondering he heard the sound of the floorboards creaking upstairs and looked up just in time to jump back out of the way! The roof collapsed from Lola's rapidly increasing weight and she fell straight through to the ground floor, and then impacted the floor on ground level into the small undercroft of the house's foundation where the snakes were hiding.
Lola's long, thick serpentine body writhed frantically to upright itself again. Her legs now looked the same as her arms, but also she had two pairs of arms- giving her six identical limbs! She has a massive, long tail just like Griss except hers is only half as wide as it is tall, making it blade shaped. She groaned loudly and reared her head back, but she unintentionally increased in volume and her groan turned into a roar! Her face cracked and grew even longer before the skin under her chin drew back and her mandibles cracked in half, dividing! Long narrow fangs flipped up on the very ends of the mandibles- the only large teeth still in her mouth. The rest were sharp fangs but tiny in comparison to her now giant head. No mistaking that anatomy. There must have been a Basilisk buried in the rocks of the nearby cliffs!!
Giant, six limbed lizards with craggy scales- Basilisk are a subterranean species that only prowl the surface when food below becomes unsatisfactory. Their pupils are shaped like jagged slits, like an alligator's and their iris are bright orange with golden edges, like a flame. Like a gecko or tree frog- their digits have a bulbous end to them and allow the lizard to walk on walls or across the roof of caves to wait for prey. Before Lola closes her mouth- Griss watches a translucent yellow fluid drip from the tip of her fangs and hit the floor with a dry crackling sound as the wood is turned to stone. Basilisk venom will flash-petrify anything it makes contact with. It is the exact same substance a Cockatrice breathes, except in liquid form. You'd think turning prey to stone would be counter-productive since it cannot eat rocks, but its saliva, gastric juices, and blood all contain an enzyme that counters petrification. It bites a chunk off the human statue and it turns back to flesh in its belly. Currently Basilisk blood is the only known cure for petrification other than holy purification spells from a High Priest or Paladin.
As Lola twists around, Griss briefly can see the soft, chubby cone of a clit she has retracting back into the cloaca... all basilisk are hermaphrodites. Lola isn't just basilisk though. Her ears are large and round and furry, her nose is textured bare skin and moist and cool to the touch, and she has massive, stiff whiskers! Her top jaw still has the large slate-like teeth of a rat and her muzzle is long and pointed- basilisks have flat, broad heads. Her upper back, middle shoulders and her entire front arms are covered in fur as well as her entire head which definitely is abnormal for a reptile. Her rear limbs have four digits and relatively small but sturdy claws- that is normal basilisk. But the middle limbs have four fingers and a thumb and the claws are huge, and her front limbs end the same way except the claws are freakishly giant! A mole!! She unintentionally took traits from a mole- that is the only creature with shovel-like mega claws like those! Her pupils are extremely narrow and her eyes dart around quickly- it seems she also inherited a mole's eyesight. She cannot see shit in the light- her eyes only see in darkness.
"C-can't...oooaaah!" Her voice is hollow and unintentionally loud. "Can't f-f-fight it... anymoooAAHRR-Ah!"
Her tail slammed into the wall on the other side of the house and her feet try to grip the floor but cannot because they keep sliding apart- she is growing rapidly! Basilisk can be huge- they slowly grow as they age... they never really STOP growing so the older it is- the bigger it is. Lola is outgrowing the house! More than that though- Griss had no choice but to abandon his sister and get the hell away from the house. As stupid as going outside in all the chaos is- it is still better than being around for when Lola loses her human thoughts. Feral basilisk? Death waiting to happen. One bite and he is a statue and in her belly by the end of the night.
Griss scrambled across the floor on all fours and got to the confused Malia to help her out- unfortunately she is no longer smart enough to know what is happening or realize she is in danger. And Griss has shrunk down so she can't carry her even though she is mostly sheep and also smaller than she used to be too. He ends up grabbing her tail and just dragging her till she gets enough of a clue to walk with him as they sneak out. Lola thrashes about wildly, unintentionally demolishing the house. Even in the dark house it is too light for her to see- so she doesn't know Griss and Malia are sneaking away; she can't see them.
Griss just shoos the confused Malia away, and darts off in a different direction. No safe places left in Dirocke, he has no choice but to try and get out. Probably won't happen, but it was the only option left to try regardless. Luckily for him, all the strange animals he was passing now used to be humans... and thus no humanity trades can be made. His own forearms now have a mat of grey fur on the backs of them, and sparse fur starting to grow on his shins. He can walk just fine on two legs still but runs on all fours just because it is faster- especially now that he is so small. As Griss was trying to sneak out of the city though, he heard people talking and immediately paused and furrowed his brows. Normal humans? They don't even sound worried, what gives?
He skittered to the source of the voices and seen three noble snobs- one he actually recognised! One of the goons who used to be in Lola's posse! One of the maggots who stabbed her in the back as soon as things went sour, but why is he HERE? All three of them are fully human, still well dressed and perfectly calm in spite of clearly seeing the state the city has taken. And Dirocke is a shithole in the best of times- but somehow always finds a way to get worse.
Griss skittered up the corner of a building onto the edge of the roof and across the other corner, closest to the group to listen in on their conversation. He heard them talking about Magnus Ethos being the source of all this chaos, and that everywhere was being affected. Not just Dirocke, not just Etabed... her spell echoes across the entire globe. Everywhere humanity exists- so does her magic. More interesting to Griss however is that the silver bangles these three clods are wearing is what wards the spell. Telal chose various wealthy people to wear them to remain human and essentially act as curators for the end to try and mitigate damage or violence while the changes happen. What Telal did not tell even these few, is that she chose them because they are rich snobs that do not generally get along with anyone- and thus are not likely to care about the people they witness transform or try to run off and restart humanity themselves. Basically- Telal already regarded them as sub-human without needing to transform them.
Griss grabbed the edge of the roof with his huge snake tail and used it to sling himself through the air, kicking one of the two women in their group of three to the ground- in spite of being only about the size of a large monkey at this point.
"Ah, what the fuck?"
The other woman drew a sword and swiped at Griss, but he easily darted back out the way. Being a street rat, he has to be quick on his feet to survive at all. Especially in Dirocke where all your neighbours are lowlifes too.
"Ayyye, c'mon. You get to stay human? And you weren't going to share?"
The first woman started to get up, but grabbed his tail on the way to make sure he could not escape. "Telal only chose those of the upper crust to be worthy to stand with her until the fall of man."
Griss nodded toward the man. "Then why is he here? Shit-eater lined his pocket with lies and treachery. He isn't the upper crust, he is a bottom feeder with money."
The first woman smirked at the man. "Know each other?"
He crossed his arms with a grunt. "Briefly."
The other woman snorted with brief laughter. "I am sure she had her reasons for choosing him. In any case, it isn't ours to share. Only Ethos can forge these bangles and we don't have extras. If you wish to escape the situation- go find an animal you like best and stand beside it. Transform as quickly as you can. It will regress your mind too- so you will no longer take issue with your form."
Griss tugged his tail, blushing a bit and then looking back at the first woman holding the end of it, sitting on her ass to make sure he doesn't try to attack again.
"C-can you not touch me there? My tail is kinda sensitive... you're going to start working me up and I don't even have pants on..."
"EEW!" She immediately pulled her hand away and the moment she let go of his tail, he grabbed her bangle!!
When the woman pulled her arm back, she took her own bangle off because Griss grabbed it! The second woman immediately darted forward and thrust her sword at him to kill him, but Griss slithered around the blade, then flicked his tail back around her right leg and yanked it out from under her! She shifted her weight to the left leg before falling over- but swiped at him under her as she fell and managed to cut a notch in his right ear. Griss flinched from the stinging pain but knew better than to pause mid-fight. She kicked her leg out, knocking him down a moment as she swung her leg back under herself to get up. The first woman was in a panic and charged at Griss with a dirk in hand.
The first woman was too panicked to be careful, and when she got close enough Griss got to his feet again and jumped toward her rather than away- taking her by surprise! He grabbed her left leg with his tail as he went between her legs and ripped her off her feet! The second woman was once again on her feet and now the man was charging over as well- though did not appear to have a weapon on him. The woman swiped at Griss, missing and sending up a few sparks as the tip of her sword glanced across the stone block road. Before Griss could distance himself again she stomped down hard on his tail, pinning him, and then raised her sword to bring down on his head and split his skull open. Griss bit her leg- jamming his venomous front fangs into her leg deep enough to graze the bone and the moment his venom made contact with the pain receptors in her leg, the agony blasted up her leg and echoed through her entire body! Her leg gave out immediately and she collapsed onto her side yelling in pain from the venom.
Before he could recover, the man got to him next and kicked him in the gut squarely enough to toss Griss into the air, and grabbed him by the hair mid-air!
"Well, would you look at this- you're the same height as my dick. Now I can fuck you like I did your sister."
"You motherfucker."
"Not yet, but if I find your mother too, I am certainly not opposed."
Lola exploded out the side of a nearby building, landing her front right hand directly on top of the man, smashing him against the road hard enough to shatter several ribs and force him to throw up on himself. Griss quickly scrambled away, knowing Lola likely won't be able to distinguish one target from the other. Without lifting her hand she raked her claws down his body, cutting open his clothes and leaving four narrow cuts down the entire length of his torso! She roared at him, spreading her mandibles and lifting her fangs- the force of her voice carried drops of the venom from her fangs. The man flinched at the touch of each of the droplets hitting him, feeling a powerful cringe as his body realized the danger before he even did. He felt stiff, his muscles clenching, balling up... hardening. He squirmed onto his hands and knees and tried to crawl away but the stiffness spread through him quickly! His clothes turned to thin rock and broke as he tried to move in them- crumbling onto the ground. He paused and yelled weakly in discomfort as he sat upright from his knees and his voice petered out. He froze perfectly in place, and then a moment later the color faded out of his skin and hair, and a moment after that he turned solid grey- a stone statue.
The woman who lost her bangle now ran from the city entirely- trying to find a place without animals, a route back to the capital to ask Telal for another bangle hopefully before she joins the commoners on all fours. The second woman used her sword as a cane to walk with her leg throbbing in pain. She needed to raid the old apothecary shop before the venom spreads further into her body to attack her vital organs.
Griss on the other hand went to put the stolen bangle on but it is three times too wide to fit. He shrugged and curled his tail around- slipping it over his tail instead of his wrist and wiggled it down to the base of the tail snuggly. The bangle blocks the spell- it does not reverse the spell. He is stuck in this form, but as long as he is wearing the bangle he cannot transform any further, no matter where he goes. And so he plans on going straight to the capital. Castle Etabed, in the heart of Mountholme. Telal Ethos is the woman in charge of the end of the world- which means if Griss wants to come out on top; he has to be on her side, or at least make her think he is. She needed chosen goons to manage the end- and it just so happens that three of her former goons just shit the bed. He kicked their asses; already proving he is a better choice than they were. He will offer to take their place to Telal, and hopefully she will restore him to full human too. If not... maybe he can swipe something off her to cure himself, heh.
----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Four : Doom Song[/center][/color][/b][/u] -----
Telal moved her Bishop to take Pathos' Rook, but left it directly in front of a Pawn to be taken in turn. Pathos hummed at her questionable judgement. "You aren't throwing the game are you?"
The organist was given a break- now the throne room was filled with the gentle thrum of the strings of a golden harp as the magnus and king play chess to pass the time. Occasionally a shrill roar could be heard from outside- some of the people in Mountholme had taken on traits of Wyvern as there are two Wyvern rookeries in the capital that formerly offered the draconic beasts as flying mounts. Now the Wyvern were all confused, dim-witted men and women.
The champion Rajh had returned the day before- the front half of the throne room now in utter shambles from the fight that ensued. When he returned it was on the wings of a wyvern, making his overall form almost resemble that of a gargoyle. He lost his humanity but remembered his anger for Telal, so once his arms were replaced with wings he flew up back through the hole he was originally rejected out of.
His legs were hugely muscular and ended in equine hooves, and the equine traits also granted a long haired tassel to the end of the otherwise flesh tail gained from wyvern traits. His torso was enlarged and rectangular in shape and his head crowned with two large horns that curved into a loose S shape- traits stolen from an Ox formerly used to pull carts to the market. His face was scaled like a wyvern but shaped like a canine thanks to all the pet dogs within the city. After a violent battle he was once again defeated by Telal, and this time smashed through the thick stone floor- roaming aimlessly in the lower castle now with one of his ox horns shattered off.
"No- at least not consciously, but the thought certainly exists. With all I am doing to you in the real world it seems excessive to also beat you in our game." He picked up the Pawn and flicked her Bishop to the side, making her sigh. "A waste of talent."
"Hmm?"
"All my studies, all my skill in magic- and this is how it was used. To destroy my own race. A world without man will have little use of my talents. And my little trick of time cannot be done twice- so I cannot see what new future I have created to know that it is any better. I just know that I avoided the grim fate I seen the first time."
Pathos stroked his beard, leaning back a bit. "They are your talents to use- and you used them to see your belief through. That seems as fit a purpose as any. Whether it is right or not- the fact you could do this at all is impressive regardless and will be remembered either through fame or infamy." He watched her make her next move on the chess board. "Besides- the game is not yet over."
"Hmm?"
"Several of your chosen curators have reported back losses and trouble in numerous locations. People are still fighting for their humanity- even some who no longer possess it."
"A ripple in the ocean, no? They cause carnage and pain where they choose to thrash about but it does nothing to restore the situation, it only makes their personal condition worse."
Pathos grinned, motioning with a nod over her shoulder. "Perhaps not."
Telal stood and turned to face a wounded woman, holding a bloody bandaged arm, her clothing shredded to rags on her. "What is it this time?"
"T-the Justicar, Logos Darkrain... he has been seen heading toward the capital! We have tried to stop him but he is large and strong... he retains human thought even though he is fully beast!"
Pathos nodded slowly. "His heirloom pendant- the Blood Of Aeons."
Telal hummed in thought. "Yes. The heart of the pendant is amber- an heirloom that took several generations to even create in the first place, made by layering resin and then etching runes in it before allowing it to crystalize and adding a new layer. An advanced, three-dimensional runic array suspended inside of the amber pearl." She looked back at her wounded minion. "Leave him to me, then. He is clearly more than you can handle, so do not throw your lives away trying, just let him come and I will defeat him myself. He has the mind of a human so he will not cause anyone else needless harm- he is coming for me alone."
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To the west of Mountholme is the small town of Dajure- barely a speck on the map. The town is surrounded by a forest of dragon pine- an odd looking tree with a spiralled trunk that makes it look serpentine- and when cut open, its sap has the smell of smoke, serving to scare off bugs that would otherwise try to prey on the tree. Looming over the tiny town however are two very impressive, very old stone towers. Both serve as studies for spell slingers, while one is capped with an observatory and colossal telescope, the other contains a library of books collected from nine different kingdoms. The small town and exotic blue-green pine needles of the surrounding forest create a tranquil environment perfect for studying, so the location is a favorite choice among Magi.
The fact the town is surrounded by forest however meant the townsfolk had a nice variety of creatures to succumb to when Telal's magic blasted past. Unintentionally re-creating the Jackalope cryptid, one fellow at the edge of town grew the impressive rack of a stag but unfortunately gained the body of a rabbit. When his feet stretched enormous and turned to the plantigrade paws he was no longer able to walk properly- only hop, so he could not even try to evacuate the area because he was stuck trying to re-learn how he is supposed to move at all. White fur spread up him and his body shrank- though thanks to stag traits he did not shrink to the size any normal rabbit would be. All said and done he was still the size of a fairly large dog- so big enough that he remains wearing the last shirt he had on. No longer smart enough to know how to take it off.
One poor woman turned into a truly bizarre mix- she had been inside of the forest when the spell wave hit initially, causing her to tether to species further out. She grew enormous, slowly stretching and bursting the seams of all her clothing. Her hands and feet grew huge and while her palms and soles remained naked the rest of her was consumed in a golden brown fur. Her thighs bulged especially giant in muscle. Several bulbous ridges of flesh appeared on her back and split open to let four giant translucent insect wings out before hardening into chitin to reinforce the base of the wings. Her face very much looks like that of a grizzly bear, but before each roar the underside of her jaw and her entire neck stretch gigantic like a balloon before she releases a roar loud enough to knock you flat on your ass. She is a strange mixture of bear and frog, with a tiny bit of dragonfly fallen into the blend.
The majority of the townsfolk seem to have turned to cervine due to the high population of deer in the surrounding forest. Thanks to the presence of humans there are not many of the deer's natural predators around, so their population kinda just goes nuts. A woman who regressed into her pet golden lab- but has extremely long legs for a dog due to deer traits and a wobbling candy pink udder between her hind legs! She was promptly mounted by said former dog- who was still canine enough to not really notice or care about how weird the situation is.
A man who took shelter in his home and managed to delay his changes for a time- eventually succumbed to a bird who landed on his rooftop to unknowingly engage in the trade. His feet became extremely long and narrow with the banded scales of avian legs, then when he tried to escape his home his arms regressed to giant wings, preventing him from being able to use the door. It took him another day to figure out how to turn the doorknob using his taloned feet. He grew a bird tail from his rump in a short fan, but it had a fluffy basin of fur thanks to yet another deer further out that was now connected to him as the spell became 'louder' with time. His balls popped one and then the other into his torso- still very much present but no longer external, and his foreskin divided from his shaft to draw back into a small furry sheath.
The next time his phallus emerged the narrow sheath tugged at the expanding flesh and caused it to lose definition the longer it became, becoming the tapered phallus of a stag. His torso, neck and head turned to those of a deer in that order after that. The growth of his antlers almost perfectly aligned with the recession of his mind- the larger and further his antlers branched the slower and simpler his thoughts became till he finally forgot even himself. Unfortunately for him even once he got out of his house he still could only fly short distances- his bones were not hollow like an actual bird so he weighed too much for even his impressive wing span.
More importantly than his unfortunate situation however is the bird he unknowingly took half his beasthood from. She was flying over the chaos, curious but unable to understand the situation. The chaos seemed to cover all the places humans lived- and humans had settled all over Etabed... which meant she had nowhere safe to land. She remained in the air longer than she would have liked before finally flying over Dajure and finally being forced to land because her wings were exhausted. As soon as she approached the rooftops however the link was made, and suddenly her body felt heavier than it should be. Her wings became clumsy and inefficient and when she tried to take off again to flee, she only managed to do a small hop and fall flat on her face!
Her bones became denser and her body and limbs enlarged. Fingers started to branch and feathers one by one started to fall out, depriving her of her beautiful mantle. Several feral hybrids that had formerly been humans spotted her growing form as it rolled off the roof and clumsily staggered around in its deforming body and thought to make food of her. She did not even regard them, and simply cried out in desperation for her own woes- and instantly all other beasts turned away. Her voice was so impressive it rattled them to the core, confused them and broke their will to attack.
The poor bird was formerly a Silver Songstress- or Aevis Alaguin as the scholars may tell you. Their body is not particularly large- no bigger than a chicken, but their legs are extremely tall and narrow. They have both fierce talons for grabbing fish up from shallower waters, but also webbed toes to paddle out into deeper tides. Their feathers are a grey so pale that it looks white without something of an actual white to compare it against. The top back of their head trails long narrow and pointed feathers that bob and jiggle loosely with its movement- these are slate grey, and fade to a deeper grey mask over the top of its head and face helping transition to its black beak which is- like its legs- very long and narrow. The beak however has two holes in the top sides, filled with flesh to allow them to close or open when needed like nostrils- but in addition to its nostrils which already exist between beak and face. From these- the Silver Songstresses are able to produce a different melody from their mouth and nose at the same time, creating a haunting and strange song that sounds like a duet even though it comes from a single bird.
This one trailed extremely long, huge tail feathers that turned pastel blue halfway down and became speckled with dark blue dots toward the very end. Her shoulders had been pastel blue as well- signifying it is female. Males have short tails and only a tuft of blue feathers on their chest of a dark blue and nowhere else. Unlike most species- the females are the ones to dance to impress the males, as there are very few males to be had compared to the female populace.
From the twin towers the mage Icarus quickly darts out into the streets- well aware of the danger he puts himself in after the town already descended to beasthood. The monsters the townsfolk had turned into cannot contaminate his own form, but they can certainly kill him given they are now feral. In the top of the towers Icarus had been far enough from any other living creature that his own regression was progressing at a snail's pace, but from the tower peaks he seen the songbird fall. He ran as fast as he could to her side- looking with sympathy at her body crumpled onto the empty street surrounded by her own dislodged feathers like a fallen angel. She softly cries at all times for this strange fate she has been dealt. Icarus knelt down and picked her up before rushing back to the towers and locking the door again behind him.
He brought her to the tower of books, and put her down on a velvet couch, surrounded by the thousands of books. She did not move or speak a word the entire time, and it would be two hours after she arrived here before her crying finally tapered off. She had exhausted her tears.
Icarus busied himself in the meantime with collecting dozens of books carefully plucked from the shelf. Being a mage- he was able to determine what was going on without word reaching Dajure from the capital. He then of course started to devise a plan to counter Telal- though unfortunately his options were incredibly few. Her spell did not use her own power- it used humanity as a power source, so it only ran out of strength when you ran out of humanity. Had the people known this was coming at least some small bastions of protection could have been put up where her spell was cancelled out, but learning about it after the fact meant everything was already too far gone to try and save. The only chance of reversing this nightmare was to defeat the Magnus Ethos herself. But if Icarus leaves his tower, he will turn into a beast and lose himself like everyone else. No one could go anywhere without turning into a beast... therefore- it must be a beast that defeats her.
Icarus was slowly turning into an animal already even up in his lofty towers- due to his pet cat Flint who is living in the observatory tower. Icarus's hair became soft like fur, and his beard grew in and connected across his entire face, but now starts to slowly spread across his cheeks in long wisps of fur, like his cat. A long bushy tail grows from his rump, over his pants in the back- though remains mostly stationary; rigid with nerves. His hands and feet now have paw pads and the final segment of his digits now drawn back with a new muscle fiber allowing him to retract the talon-like claws that grow from them. The sharp claws made parting the pages of books easy at least. His ears now those of a bushy cat- and twitch in irritation when his hair shifts against them.
Icarus was dropping off several more books to the table near the bird when she froze him in place with the sound of her voice. Her voice is deep, womanly, warm, and almost has a sort of hollow resonance to it. She was a song bird before so now that she slowly turns human her voice is an impossibly beautiful melody.
"Why? Am I... here?"
"Ah, you have stolen yourself back? I am terribly sorry but I must ask your help! I know how to fix all of this mess, but I cannot do it myself."
"My wings..."
"Hmm? Oh- they are arms now my dear. You no longer have wings."
"Give them... back." She slowly pushed herself into an upright position. Her beak is getting shorter pretty quickly, and Icarus can in turn feel the prickly feeling on his backside of blooming feathers.
"I-it was not me! A woman named Telal Ethos lives in the capital- she did this! She is trying to erase the human species."
Icarus went into detail, frantically trying to educate the bird as much as he could. Her species does not give each other individual names, so she has nothing to call herself; so Icarus named her Amaranth as he is putting all of his faith into her alone- and amaranth is a flower that symbolizes immortality. She surprised him with her own knowledge- casually mentioning the name of kingdoms that do not even exist on any maps! She has flown over human settlements this side of the world isn't even aware exist! As much as he would love to pick her brain for her own knowledge though he had very limited time to try to teach her anything. For the most part, he granted her books. The closer Icarus remains to her, the more humanity she gains and the more bird he becomes which neither of them are keen on. Once he gave her the books she needed and a tutorial on the current situation, he scurried out of the tower and returned to the observatory. Of course- he is still close enough to take her traits slowly, and now closer to his cat again to take even more from Flint- but this was the best he could do. The towers are close enough to one another that he can shout across to her from a window.
The books he gave her are on a special type of magic- one that is very seldom used in this day and age... incantation. Magic that is cast verbally; Amaranth's voice is a weapon. Icarus intends to send her as a champion to fight Telal Ethos! Amaranth is mortified by what she is becoming and mourns the loss of her beautiful feathers- the loss of her wings and the freedom of flight drives her to agree to Icarus' plan quickly. She will fight whoever she must to get her wings back! Icarus did what he could to teach her as he devolves into an animal himself and new levels of intellect spark to life in Amaranth's head.
Icarus became an odd mix- mostly feline, shrinking into his own clothing, causing it to fall away as he wanders the tower with increasingly absent thought. His head is feline shaped but his teeth melded together and grew beyond his mouth, stretching his mouth and themselves into a short, wide beak! His back is covered with a large diamond shaped patch of feathers and eventually grew two bird wings- but the wings grew in very small even for his diminished size, so they cannot actually function. His legs also grew longer than his arms when fully transformed- banded scales covered the front of what used to be the top of his feet and his toes but the backs were still covered in paw pads and cat fur. The already talon-like claws on the back paws also grew into actual talons, but retained the ability to retract- at least far enough to get the tips off the floor. Both the Silver Songstress and a house cat are roughly the same size in body- so that was the final size for Icarus. Thanks to bird traits his testicles popped up into his torso to be internal only now, but cat traits turned his phallus in a bristly cone.
Flint turned human in body and limb but his head was still just a larger cat head, and he retained a coat of soft fur across his entire body. He still walks on all fours even though he could walk on two now, and still has his tail- Amaranth does not see him much across the way through the windows, but Icarus still wanders to the windows to look back at her often. He no longer remembers why- but he is still interested in her and wants to see how she progresses. Amaranth is glad she does not see Flint often though- being a former bird; she isn't really a cat person.
Amaranth's body stopped its evolution before she was fully human, to her releif- but the damage was already severe. Everyone in Dajure was already a beast, and with the fall of Icarus there was no longer any humans to contaminate her- she could safely wander without worry about becoming more human. The only humans left were wearing the bangles and immune to the magic. Her legs were still fully avian, just sized up to her now human torso, making her very tall despite having a rather petite frame. Her chest was adorned with D cup breasts and very dark, very wide areola, but her nipples do not stand very tall. Her beak was gone entirely and almost all of her feathers. Small soft feathers still cover her entire crotch and hide her now human vulva, and she still has her gigantic tail- the feathers large enough to touch the floor lightly behind her tall legs.
This caused a bit of chaos in her anatomy for a short period of time however- when her cloaca divided into an anus and vulva. She was glad Icarus was in the other tower and unable to walk in on her when that happened. Amaranth scuttled to one of the private study rooms to burry herself deeper into the tower for a time when she felt her privates shift. The pleasure nerves were triggered by the changes causing spontaneous sexual pleasure which made her aroused against her will.
She flops heavily in a chair and kicks it back further from the desk with her long leg. Amaranth cups her breasts as her nipples tingle to erection quickly and starts pawing at them, kneading the soft rubbery flesh, breathing heavily. The muscle and flesh of her pelvic floor started to pull apart and her cloaca split- it was a fast change but felt far too long for her still. Keeping one hand one a breast she moved the other to her new pussy to feel it and as soon as she brushed over her newly formed clit she lurched forward from the sudden shock of pleasure. Oh... she never felt like this before. Her mons already engorged with arousal, pushing her plump labia forward and causing them to blush. She pressed into the soft rubbery flesh here, teasing around the clit and petting it through its clitoral hood- not touching it directly because it was a little too sensitive. She felt an odd bloating inside rapidly and assumed it was more shifts to her sexual anatomy- she was partially right. It seems hitting a perfect half and half split between bird and human sexuality confused the hell out of her cycle!
The swelling object quickly started to shove its way down her pussy from its weight and a lack of space to fit! The bottom of an egg the size of an ostrich's crowned, parting her tender pussy lips on its own! Luckily her arousal already lubed the path ahead of time! She cupped either side of her vulva and grunt, pushing lightly, afraid of trying to hard and hurting herself. She managed to stretch around it fairly easily and once it got to the halfway point the roundness of the egg caused her vaginal contractions to knock it the rest of the way out almost instantly, firing the egg onto the floor. The shell was hard enough that the egg did not break, and spun to a stop against the back wall and floor under the desk!
Amaranth gasped and squirmed in her chair, now a worried as she felt another swelling. Oh no- her body doesn't know when to stop! The bird and human release their eggs very differently and currently her biology is confused as to which one its supposed to be using! As soon as her ovaries eject another egg it swells gigantically turning it into an avian egg! Amaranth moaned frantically, pawing at her pussy as it oozed natural lube. Her back arched so steeply she simply slid out of the chair and onto the floor between the chair and desk! She clenched and balled up trembling as she hit an orgasm but that only sped up the egg laying- firing the egg out like a projectile weapon! The swelling sensation was still there! There was another egg growing already before the second one even left her!
"N-nah-hah-hoh... no. N-no... how... many?!"
She continued to paw at her plush vulva while flicking over her clit with her thumbs. Her entire pubic mound swelled larger, pushed out from the egg moving through it, then her labia were forced open on their own as the egg becomes visible. Then it all collapses back in the moment it is rejected, and yet another is half-grown already in her! A pool of pussy juice formed between her legs and a trail of it was painted across the floor from her eggs spinning through it. Her thoughts spun with hormones, briefly wondering what it would be like to have a human 'fertilize' her in this new body. Another egg, then another almost immediately after; before her pussy could even relax back closed! Then another, and another. One mini orgasm after the other- never enough to completely satisfy her, but always keeping her pleasure at the edge of peaking into another. Every time an egg passed through it stretches her pussy so far open that it also squeezes her clit! There was a pile of nine large eggs by the time she stopped. Her sexual anatomy fully human and settled into the new role- so any eggs her ovaries released now would remain microscopic in size.
Amaranth remained panting on the floor in a pool of her own pussy juice, unintentionally cradling a large clutch of eggs between her long narrow legs and trembling from the unrelenting assault of pleasure on her system that trailed on what must have at least been fifteen minutes straight! She idly looked at her sopping wet pussy- the tiny feathers that occupy her crotch still matted with juices. The skin below blushing neon pink. She bit her lip, grabbing one of her tits in a hand to aggressively knead.
"Nnnngh... not enough. Don't... leave me like this." She moaned, thinking of one easy way to finish herself off- even if it is theoretically an abuse of power.
"Olis... o-OH-o-olis..." She shuddered as it started to work faster than she anticipated. "Raoliso, raoliso a-AH-HAH-a-afel..."
[i]'Cum. Cum. Cum for me, cum for me now...'[/i]
She sung the incantation for herself, and every utterance her pleasure spiked higher- easily surpassing anything she ever experienced before! She hit a small orgasm almost immediately, but continuing her chant caused it to be overlapped by another creating an explosive orgasm. Still another before the last two stopped and her pussy was squirting as her hips involuntarily hovered up off the floor from the intensity! Then another and her breathing was reduced entirely to short, rapid gasps- her hands clenched against the floor under her so hard her claws scratched the stone! She commanded herself to cum again and her pussy absolutely exploded fluid- way more than it should have physically been able to, and with enough force to splash off the wall by her eggs! It took a half minute for the orgasm to settle, but then another half minute for the other overlapped orgasm to settle- five minutes to stop entirely, but even then the afterglow kept her shuddering and gasping for another ten minutes, rolling back and forth clenching and unclenching on the floor.
She hummed in satisfaction weakly and whispered to herself. "I suppose that is one thing the human body does well..."
Amaranth has human hair now but it is slate grey like the feathers there formerly were, and has a single streak of pastel blue. Her human lips are plump though her mouth and nose are small on her face. Her lips are a slate grey in color, like her nipples- matching her avian skin color rather than her human skin. Her delicate human hands are tipped with claws- a mid-point between human fingernails and the talons her feet still possess. For a while she would cradle her arms to her torso, not really knowing what to do with them. They used to be wings after all- she didn't know how arms are supposed to work.
Amaranth sighs, flipping through a book on a lectern she stood up just next to her couch. She turns the pages with her large clawed toes, while her hands are occupied kneading her breasts idly. "Skin softer than my mother's down... how on earth do these human creatures survive? No claws, no fangs, no feathers, wings, fins, or plates. They are just tall, flesh-monkeys." She claps the book shut again. "Intellect. To learn to use the world to their advantage rather than their own body. A curse of knowledge. They ponder things well beyond their reach and cry tears for lost stars, a cosmos away. They know their eventual fate and live in fear of death in spite of its inevitability. Even this Ethos witch punishes a world today for something that has not yet come to pass! She claims to do this for the sake of animals- yet here I am suffering for her actions, stripped of my beautiful wings. I did not consent to this! We do not want this humanity!"
Satisfied with what incantations she knew now, Amaranth decided to leave the tower, though picked the guest rooms for usable clothing, since she is stripped of nearly all her feathers, and is ashamed of her bare flesh. She is meant to be a beautiful songbird. This Ethos will pay for what she has done to her! She found a pale teal shawl to wrap around her upper half- hanging as low as her midriff so enough to cover her breasts anyway. Unfortunately almost all the clothing in the tower at the moment is men's, and she has long narrow bird legs so no human pants would fit her properly anyway. She did find one skirt- white and coral striped with a slit up the side. It did not cover nearly as much as she would have wanted but it will have to do. Her talons click lightly on the stone floor as she hops down the many spiralling stone stairs to the base of the tower to leave finally.
Amaranth pauses on her way out of the town when she notices wagon wheels and horse hooves pressed into the soft ground. Fresh. No one in town is going to be able to use a wagon which means it must be Telal's goons here to ensure the town is fully lost to animals. Amaranth smirked and quickly followed the tracks into the town square. It is early evening, the sky a deep blue and the stars already visible. Only some lanterns remain lit still from days past- but no one is around to be able to light them now, so when they burn out they stay out, casting most of the town in darkness once the sun falls.
A young man adorned in a gaudy amount of precious metal jewelry twirls around, tapping his foot with his arms crossed. "Can you hurry up, I want to get into those towers. All that knowledge will be mine now- no waiting, no paperwork to get in."
The other man was older and had a huge belly- but his arms were equally large with muscle and he carries a war hammer in his fist. "Patience ma'am, we gotta job that needs doin' first, aye?"
"I am not a woman!"
The large man chuckled, glancing at him. "Wit skin as soft as tha', I don't care what ya have danglin' between yer legs- you're a pretty lil lass ta me."
"Not every man is a barbarian like you. As a sorcerer, sullying my hands with physical labour is beneath me! Hmph."
"Ah, so a housewife at that."
Amaranth slowly sauntered up, her loose skirt flipping back and forth with the swing of her hips as the talons on her long legs click quietly against the stone of the town square. "I see you gentlemen have a ride- mind taking me to the capital?"
Both men got goosebumps at the sound of her voice. It is so honey smooth and deep while still being womanly that a feeling of warmth builds in you from simply hearing it, as if her voice itself warms your soul.
The young man cocked an eyebrow at her, but his eyes danced over her form, admiring her barely dressed figure. "How on earth did you maintain such a... supple form, against the magnus' spell?"
The larger man sighed. "She didn't ya daft bastard. She inn't human- she's a bird." He turned back to her and shook his head. "An' sorry ta disappoint but we ain't a chaperone service."
Amaranth lifted her arms, unintentionally flashing the undersides of her breasts as the shawl lifted. "But I have some matters to discuss with your magnus. I am not a human, but her spell has still taken my body from me. I will be taking it back."
He shook his head again. "I can't be lettin' ya do somethin' like that now. Necessary sacrifices an' all. It may be hard to understand now but this'll be better for everyone in the end."
"I wasn't asking your permission- I was giving you the option of doing this peacefully."
She started chanting and the larger man grunt and heft his Warhammer into both hands to rush her. The air around them seemed to ripple with her voice, and before the man could get to her she raised her voice and a shockwave hit him like a tornado class wind and slammed him against the wall of a nearby building. Amaranth walked closer, muttering a few more magic words before raising her voice again and this time the wall of the house behind him exploded inward from the force, sending him tumbling into the house and crashing through several items of wooden furniture!
The younger man widened his stance and thrust an open palm forward, causing all his many precious metal bracelets and silver bangle to clatter together. A ball of fire materialized from thin air and spiralled forward at Amaranth and in a bit of a panic she quickly chanted a rather risky incantation and the air rippled so violently her image vanished from sight entirely! The fireball hit where she had been standing as she appears several feet further forward and to the side- she used a short-range teleportation. The incantation version of the spell is even more hazardous than the standard one though and should generally only be used in emergencies, because actually going to the exact place you intended is borderline impossible- unless you don't actually care where it sends you.
Now both the young man and Amaranth cast at the exact same time. A stone pillar rose from the ground in front of her just as the man fired a bolt of lightning- the stone did not conduct the current, negating the lethally fast attack. Before he could try to cast another spell, Amaranth struck the stone pillar with an open palm and launched a chunk of rock free from it as a projectile! The man grunt in frustration and motioned to it as it fired through the air and by the time it hit him, it exploded into sand. It still hit with enough force to shove him back, but was unable to hurt him. A disadvantage of incantation is that the spell itself has no direction or form, so you must telegraph with physical gesture to shape the spell once it is set- which means your opponent can briefly see where your spell is coming from. Amaranth chanted and motioned to him with a beckoning hand and the mage was ripped through space, sliding frictionless across the ground to her side! He was expecting her to hit him or something, so she caught him off guard when all she did was flick the silver bangle with her clawed fingers.
The mage thrust into her chest between her tits with an open palm and an explosion of wind blasted her back- she opened her giant tail feathers to help brace herself to stop while her talons raked thin scratch marks across the stone of the road. They both cast at the same time again- this time the mage created a ball of red flame and Amaranth a ball of golden flames! The two struck each other mid-air and exploded into a swirling mass of fire that snuffed out after rapidly devouring the oxygen in the air, causing the air pressure to clap closed onto it. The two cast at the same time yet again, glaring at each other, trying to read one another. It was a dangerous game of rock-paper-scissors. Will he cast fire, water, earth, or wind? Counter it incorrectly and get hit. Since she attempted fire last time- the mage used water this time, forming a large dense globule of water and launched it at her- Amaranth crouched and summoned a swirling sphere of sand! The shield was blown apart by the explosion of water on impact with the mage's attack- the liquid causes the sand to clump and become too heavy. She chose a defensive spell for a reason however- she only needed a moment to catch her breath.
Amaranth grinned briefly and stood up straight again, taking a deep breath and then screamed at the top of her lungs- an absolutely wretched, shrill sound severe enough to make your ears bleed. Pebbles on the road rattled like there was an earthquake, windows cracked and most of all- his silver bangle absolutely exploded off of his arm. She flicked it earlier to hear its resonance- and then matched it with her own voice, obliterating it with sound alone. She wanted none of his repulsive humanity though- so before he could gather himself and even realize what had happened she chanted a polymorph. The bangle can no longer protect his form- the polymorph almost instantaneously warped and deformed both him and his attire into the shape of a toad, plopping down on the road. The toad had gold and silver colored warts on its back- from having his jewelry fused into his form. He croaked in worry and hopped away before she could do anything else to him.
Amaranth seen the larger man rushing at her during this, but was unable to address both him and deal with the younger man, so the larger man was able to rush up to her uncontested. She bowed below his hammer swing and side-stepped to distance herself a bit again. She motioned to him chanting, but before the spell completed he smacked her hand to the side with a free hand of his own, causing the wave of force to blast the road beside him instead! He is too close to her to actually swing the head of the hammer, but thrust it forward and smashed her in the head with the handle to knock her back! He then swung the head of the hammer at her to break her skull open across it like a watermelon, but she jumped up gracefully, landing back down on the hammer- slamming the head into the road and pinning it under her feet! Amaranth may not be a bird anymore but she is still inhumanly light on her feet.
She quickly chanted the spell of induced pleasure she was using on herself before and the man immediately dropped the handle of the hammer and staggered back in confusion as he erupted cum into his pants- hitting climax almost instantaneously for no apparent reason! Amaranth then chanted another spell and the stone blocks of the road stretched and deformed, spiralling up and encapsulating the man's feet and lower legs! He was stuck to the ground! He could smash himself out with the hammer, but she just made him drop it.
Amaranth casually sauntered away, closing her tail again and flicking it from side to side to knock any dust off it. "Thanks for the ride to the capital, boys. Tah!" And with that, she got into their wagon and took the reins- setting out toward Mountholme, which was only an hour and a half out from Dajure if she hurries.
----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Five : Stone Cold[/b][/u][/center][/color] -----
One of the servants made his way into the basement of the castle, trying to get away from all the carnage outside. Everyone had been in a hurry to scatter away from the source; before most knew what was actually happening. This male servant knew better than most the link was to animals as he was already starting to turn himself- so he was trying to get as far from any animals as possible. Instead of fleeing the castle area, he was trying to go even deeper into it. The guards had abandoned their posts to rush to the king and try to defeat Telal when all this initially happened- so the servant was able to walk in and steal a set of keys to let himself into the dungeon.
Unlike the white marble or black veined marble most of the main castle was made of- the dungeon was stone block floors, and dark wood walls and roof that seemed to eat half the light cast by the sparse torches lighting it. The servant attempted to go down one branch from the main halls of the dungeon which seemed to be progressively more infested with mushrooms and moss, eventually coming out into a giant underground chamber. The floor gave way into a giant circle of stone housing half a hundred statues of people. Most looked frightened, but some were making rude gestures... these are criminals that have been petrified. The rest of the giant chamber is a naturally formed chasm- twenty feet down is a pool of crystal clear water that feeds into the castle's wells, and is in turn fed by several narrow waterfalls around the room, filtering in from narrow cracks in the cave roof. This meant that the floor only connected to the pathway from the door.
Seeing all the people frozen in stone spooked the servant who then started to back up, and bumped right into someone who seen him come down this way and followed him.
"Woah there, careful. Slip off the edge and it will be a real pain fishing you out of the water down there."
The servant turned and nearly had a heart attack when he seen who he bumped into, but settled down a bit when he seen the man was wearing a blindfold.
Gregor is an alchemist and apothecary, but due to his species, he was granted these titles because he was first employed as the dungeon master of castle Etabed. Gregor is not human- he is a Gorgon. His tail is nearly twenty feet long and is how he moves about as gorgon lack legs. From his head instead of human hair he has a nest of twenty snakes, all fused to his scalp at the base of their tails. The snakes writhe about with their own instinctual reactions, but share his will- so they are never in conflict with one another, but he also does not directly control them, they squirm about entirely on their own reflexes. Each snake is about two feet long. His tail and the bodies of the snakes on his head all appear to be a dull, dark orange in color but when the light shines off the scales at a certain angle, large black diamonds with a red dot in the middle become visible- looking vaguely like a giant eye. The pattern is only visible at certain angles though- they vanish if you just look at the tail directly.
His skin is a light bronze color and he is fairly muscular from having to struggle with prisoners often. The blindfold he wears is not thick enough that he cannot see through it- it is only there as to not trigger the inherent magical effects of his cursed eyes. The orange reptilian eyes of a gorgon will turn whoever sees them to stone, instantly. That is why he was hired as the dungeon master. The dungeon only houses those who are imprisoned in the short term. If your crime warrants an extended stay, then Gregor will simply turn you to stone, and place you into this chamber as storage. When your sentence is up they will use basilisk blood to restore you. Since he is in the castle anyway- they granted him alchemical equipment and let him study as a healer to pursue his own interests. A gorgon's upper half is mostly human, so in spite of technically being a monster- they have human intellect, so it isn't entirely uncommon for one to work with humans.
Gregor seen the man had elongated ears and the tasseled tail of a jackass and was immediately curious. He offered the man to stay in one of the dungeon cells, and just leave the door unlocked. The cell has a bed and toilet- Gregor can bring food. The prisoners did not feel the effects of Telal's spell- to prevent magic savvy prisoners from simply teleporting out of their cells, the entire dungeon is made with mana insulating layering. Magic cannot pass through the walls or doors. The spell was able to reach Gregor himself, but not the prisoners in the cells, so without any animals to link to; the prisoners remain perfectly human.
Gregor is always curious about unusual biology, because that is how he learns new tricks as an apothecary. In exchange for letting the servant stay in one of the dungeon cells to take shelter- he took a gene sample from the altered human to examine. By the time news of what was actually happening above ground came- Gregor had already put most of it together himself. Some of the servants in the castle remained on duty- granted bangles by Telal so they can retain their humanity to keep the castle in operation, so Gregor and the three prisoners were not cut off of their food supplies from outside. Those servants that came down to drop off food and check on Gregor wore the bangles so the magic did not affect them. But the first servant who arrived... he was already affected. Gregor may be the dungeon master first and foremost- but he prides himself on being a healer as well... he secretly observed the self-imprisoned servant as a test subject. He planned to use alchemy to try and devise a cure for Telal's curse.
He cannot know what blocks the effects and what does not without intentionally transforming the man though. There were no animals nearby, but Gregor has a supply of distilled gene essences for study- opening one of the vials is enough to transfer traits. Most alchemy is a hybrid of magic and science- the gene essences are animal traits copied with magic but then imprinted on physical matter for storage or transfer. So in spite of the samples not being living material- it still works in this transfer. It also means that Gregor could pick and choose what to give the man. He also had limited time to work- the man was already linked to a jackass on the outside, so coming down here did not sever the link it just slowed it. The man's cell remained unlocked after all.
The servant remained oblivious to Gregor watching him, so had no issue flopping out his enlarged, darkened testicles and masturbating to take the edge off the first night he was there. As time went on, his testicles grew even larger and the scrotum turned darker. His taint and anus enlarged and became puffy as the darkened flesh tone bled up from his balls. His foreskin fattened and peeled back from the shaft turning slowly into a sheath as his cock itself got longer and thicker. The changes down here came slow and steady, but that meant that the transfer gave him an irritatingly subtle buzz of pleasure which kept him constantly returning to erection and ultimately making him touch himself to try to get his growing beast to sleep. His ears also grew larger and longer with each session- as if the carnal act of touching himself was what drew more jackass out of him.
The problem with trying to insert mana inhibitors into an animated body is that they also block the flow of the bioelectricity your body is animated by in the first place. Protecting you from the spell is sort of irrelevant if it also kills you. Gregor could not shield people internally from the spell, so instead he aimed to counter it. Two objects of equal force going in opposite directions collide- they both stop moving. He needs to make a waveform of magic opposite of Telal's so the two currents cancel each other out.
He contaminated the man's food with the elixirs he brewed, and then opened an animal essence later that same day to observe the transfer of animal aspect to the man. An elixir obviously isn't going to be able to carry something as precise and man-made as a runic array to make a drinkable spell- it can however transfer mana saturated materials that then react with your natural biology when broken down. The energy then released from the materials resonate with the bioelectricity in your body and the resulting resonance can have the same effects as a spell- that resonance needs to oppose Telal.
The first night he opened a bull vial- first trial run; obviously failed, the transfer was immediate. The man became more muscular, his scrotum grew longer making his large donkey balls more pendulous. Overlapping the donkey traits the tasseled tail grew abnormally long as well. Gregor did not release much essence since it was already clear this first trail did nothing to hinder it- and he did not want the man to become aware of the experiment.
The next night he opened a raven vial. The man's nails grew into large talons and his arms to the elbows became encased in black banded scales! Still more jackass bled into him as his phallus became longer and larger, developing a medial ring and the glans started to deform to become wider and less bulbous. Large bulbs of estranged muscle grew on his upper back and slowly as the night went on developed two huge plumes of black feathers- they would have grown into wings but Gregor did not release enough of the essence for them to develop into actual limbs. The man's ears grew larger and taller still, and now he appeared to be getting absentminded. His thoughts in the early stages of recession.
The next night he opened a vial of elephant essence, and grinned as it did not appear to do anything! Aha! Gregor watched carefully and became increasingly optimistic he had managed to science Telal's magic away. The man started to stumble about his room though, and Gregor realized the resonance of this batch was not only countering Telal's spell- it was also countering the flow of bioenergy in the man! His chakra was flowing incorrectly, causing it to become congested in some areas of his body while starving other areas! Gregor hissed in frustration and had to slither quickly to the man's cell from the observation room and give him a drink- claiming the man seemed 'dehydrated'. The drink restored the flow of energy in the man- it however also immediately let in the elephant traits that were unleashed already. Gregor 'gave the man some privacy' again- returning to his observation room to continue watching the man from the other side of the wall.
His canine teeth grew tremendously, stretching his mouth wide and emerging as tusks thanks to the elephant traits! He groaned as his entire body enlarged bigger and his limbs became thicker, and since an elephant also has a tasseled tail- his already unusually long tail became still longer! His clothes were already ill fit- now they burst apart entirely, preventing him from maintaining any modesty. Most of all, he was worked up to erection again and the effects were drastic on his genitals tonight. The veins throbbed tightly and expanded to the girth of his fingers! His cock stretched even longer but even more than that, it bloated thicker! Too thick for him to grasp all the way around with a hand! Then too thick to even wrap halfway around! His three foot long cock became as wide as his muscle-enlarged thighs! He grasped around the medial ring with both hands to encompass the same portion of shaft and just thrust into his own grip to get off. His now cantaloupe sized testicles swinging heavily under him as he grunts like an animal. His ears now incredibly large and fully asinine. His front teeth enlarged along with the tusks, making it so he could not properly close his mouth and his nostrils flared large as more donkey pulsed into him.
The man was running out of human- and donkey traits were going to infest him whether Gregor did anything or not. Gregor was also frustrated because he now had way more human essence samples than he needed. The man absorbing the traits from his essence samples causes them to turn human. He pondered perhaps creating a dummy situation. If a human gets between another and an animal- the transfer only happens to the person closest to the animal, effectively shielding the other human at least till the first is entirely beast. If Gregor created a dummy body of homunculus cells, it could act as a trait sponge and prevent transformation that way. But that would not reverse any existing changes... and also take far too long to prepare. His current subject would be long gone by the time it would be ready to test.
The man's intelligence was dipping dangerously low. When spoken to he takes several moments to process what you say, and then several more to think of how to reply. He mixes words up and even then only speaks with as few as possible. He gawks absentmindedly at the walls of his cell most of the time, and does not hesitate to masturbate the moment his body feels able to. The animal instinct and lust is completely unhindered- no control over it anymore. When his breathing becomes hoarse while masturbating, it takes on a wheezing bray like the voice of an ass.
The next day the man's middle toes and fingers were starting to enlarge, deforming his hands and feet. The nails were turning black and becoming large and blocky, slowly devolving toward hooves. He has grown a mat of fur on his upper back and his nostrils flared so large now that his entire face is starting to click and crack as it stretches longer in small but sudden bursts every so often. Gregor was taking lots of research notes and getting a lot of interesting theories in his head about this as well as information that will be useful for future research, but that did not help the current situation. The man was not going to survive another full day- this next test is the last he is going to be able to run. Since it did not really matter what species he used he just blindly motioned over the samples and chose the vial he pointed to at random- hippopotamus.
Gregor gave the man a tainted meal before noon- nervous of the man turning fully if he waited too long. Gregor opened the essence and watched the man carefully. After several minutes of nothing happening he started watching the man's eyes and movements specifically to see if it was a repeat of yesterday's blocked chakra flow. It was harder to tell now that his intelligence regressed, but he appeared to be okay. So it worked then?! Gregor smiled. Alright! He still needs to figure out a way to purge the existing effects but considering the short period of time he has had to work on this and his limited supplies- this is a big step. An elixir that can block out even Telal's cursed spell!
Gregor left his room and was already on his way over to the cell to see the man in person when he heard the man groaning and the sound of rapidly stretching tissue! But wait, why? Nothing changed? Oh... the elixir probably burned out. Telal's spell is a sustained effect- it continues to be powered as long as there continues to be humanity for it to destroy. The elixir however has a very limited amount of power. It can block the effects but only for as long as it has power to do so- which isn't very long apparently. Gregor was about to turn around and go back to close the essence to prevent the change but then shrugged and continued over to the door to the cell- the man was going full beast soon regardless, no point in prolonging it now.
The man became so huge he bent the metal framed bed in half in the middle! His limbs became tremendously thick, but especially his legs, losing almost all definition. His feet swelled pulling his toes into the mass that equalized with the rest of his leg, regressing the limbs into massive stumps of flesh! The only remnant of his toes are the giant blocky nails along the edge of the base- the middle of which alone was black and twice the size of the others thanks to donkey traits. The middle talon on his hands was much larger too- the talon itself turned into a pointed hoof segment on the end of an overly large finger. His belly became huge and his torso stretched longer and thicker. His neck became extremely wide and then his face stretched both longer and much, much wider! His mouth became absolutely giant like a hippo, but still framed with small elephant tusks, and lined at the front with large blocky donkey teeth. His human hair remained the same instead of turning into a mane, and the only fur he got was the patch already on his back- he was mixed with three species that do not have fur, so it was unable to progress further than that.
Hippo also have little ropy tails, so yet again his tail grew still longer, dragging on the ground unable to fully lift itself. His balls gurgled and the tissue groaned as they swelled to the size of a medium sized beach ball each, and thanks to the loose scrotum rest fully on the ground under him even when he is standing. Never mind donkey- elephant and hippo have internal testicles but their balls are very large- add those on top of the other species and like the tail the overlapped traits magnify themselves.
Driven to full erection by changes one last time the beast flopped heavily onto its giant rump and grabbed its giant cock the girth of a fire hydrant and started to jack itself off with its malformed claws.
Gregor blushed, briefly rubbing the opening of his cloaca before closing the door and this time locking the cell so the feral beast doesn't wander around and hurt someone. He is a bit jealous- at least of its ability to... enjoy its body.
He had the ability to ward Telal's spells briefly... that seemed as good as he was going to get. The only way to stop all this was to convince Telal to stop, or incapacitate her. If Gregor drinks the elixir himself she will not be able to defeat him with spells- if he takes off his blindfold all he needs to do is get a good look at her, and she will be turned to stone- the spell will end instantly as if he had killed her. Without actually killing her. Gregor is a healer after all, not a killer. Sure he might treat people like lab rats most of the time- he still isn't cruel to them.
At least he did not have far to travel- they are in the same building after all. Though there is probably a mile worth of stairs and halls to navigate for him to reach Telal Ethos- she is technically only about twelve meters away from him. Gregor prepared several vials of the elixir and loaded them into a belt in preparation.
He gathered some extra food supplies and brought it to the only other two prisoners in the dungeons- both women. One was imprisoned for trespassing in the castle, stupidly taking a dare from a friend. The other was arrested for assaulting a royal guard- who she formerly dated. Probably would have gotten away with it if she hadn't decked him while he was on duty, surrounded by other guards. The trespasser was actually supposed to have already been let out- but Gregor left her since her cell is now ironically the best place to be. His tail makes a sweeping sound as he slithers about the stone floor. The snake heads that stem from his help hold food trays with their mouths.
He slid them the extra food. "There ya are ladies- a little bit early and a little bit extra, because I don't know when I will be back. I am, uh... heading upstairs. Whole end of the world thing out there- figured I should probably complain to management."
"How about you just let us out... world's fucked- who are you imprisoning us for anymore?"
"Wait, don't leave us here, what if you die?!"
Gregor nodded. "Yea... that would indeed suck. Here is the thing though- I unlock those cells and you both start slowly turning into animals. The cell is keeping you both safe."
The other woman clacked her forehead against the bars. "Uh, yea but we can't really live stuck in here regardless. And if you end up killed because you decided to take on the most powerful sorceress in the world, we starve to death in a few days because there is no one to let us out or bring meals."
"C'mon... I'll... suck your cock!"
Gregor laughed immediately at that. "Oh really now."
The other woman chimed in. "Handsome snake man? Sure, why not. I will blow you too- ask the guard who locked me in here in the first place, I give good head."
Gregor shook his head and was about to leave but ended up slithering in a full circle. "Well... hmm. I have been rather worked up lately, and being stuck down here all the time..." He took out one of the elixir vials and one of the snakes on his head bit the top and pulled the cork out for him to drink. Gregor also wondered if people going feral was a separate effect, or just a result of the transference of beasthood. Because what happens if they turn into a species that already had equal intellect to a human?
Gregor let them out of their cells, slithering back a bit before reclining on a section of his own folded tail, waiting for them to service him. The women looked at one another before shrugging and kneeling down. Sucking monster cock was still better than being cooped in a prison cell. The banded scales on the underside of the tail stopped at his lower crotch- his cloaca was between two of these bands further down, which meant his dicks were several inches lower than they would be in regard to his torso if he were human. He also has a hemipene- which means there is enough for both women at once- they don't need to share.
When Gregor's twin dicks emerge they briefly look like two bumpy noodles but engorge massively quickly. What first look like little pale bumps stretch out into hooked barbs of flesh scattered across the surface of the entire phallus making it resemble a pink cactus! The dicks themselves are shaped like massive clubs. Either cock connects to its own testicle, allowing them to fire separately. If he was making love to only a single woman, he could use one dick while the other is in its refractory period and keep alternating to fuck continuously without end.
The women glance at one another as they suck on the dicks, synching up their method and rhythm- sliding their lips down quickly and then pulling back slowly to bend all the barbs with the suction of their lips- feeling the dick twitch in pleasure each time a barb flicks back into place. Gregor slid back to lay on the floor, and slowly slithered his tail around the women, twisting around their bodies and limbs to tangle them all together. His tail is very heavy- hard when he tenses it but very soft and squishy when it is relaxed. It is mostly all muscle after all.
After a while Gregor shivered and tensed from an echo of pleasure through his whole body... the elixir wearing off; the spell taking effect and the real show about to start. Gregor is not human- the spell will treat him like an animal, which means without the inhibitor elixir both of these women will lose their humanity to Gregor! One last experiment for the road.
The first change to strike him was on the largest part of his anatomy- the gargantuan tail. Like an accordion the muscles in his tail tensed on their own subtly from bottom to top, causing his tail to scrunch up and each time it shrank a little bit more against the underside of his torso! This also caused his tail to unintentionally squirm against the women since it was so tangled with them, and squeeze them rhythmically. The twin shafts of his hemipene started to get a bit narrower toward the end but the very end did not- causing the head to be more defined against the rest, slowly engorging more to take on the mushroomed shape of a human phallus! The barbs also very slowly started to recede but the nerve concentration within them was not lost- they just relocated to the forming corona of the new glans.
The two women started to squirm and let out moans muffled by the transforming cock in their mouth. Their own body started to warm with a spreading pleasure as they too changed- and like Gregor the changes started with their tails... which is close enough to their tender bits to ignite the nerves in their vulva, making them blush and fatten. They grew fleshy naked tails quickly, which at first bent against the cloth prisons of their prisoner linens, wedging between their butt cheeks and then unintentionally pressing against their own vulva. One woman managed to flick hers out, though pulled her pants half down in the process. The other woman's tail continued to grow longer forced to curve till it poked out of her pants in the front- eventually growing too large and heavy that the tail pulled her pants completely down with its weight alone.
Gregor was experiencing the strange sensation of growing entirely new limbs as legs started to develop before they were visible at all- they grew within the base of the giant tail, but as the tail continued to shrink and the budding legs grew, they started to emerge as bumps and then little formless proto-limbs. Just the legs themselves at first, but then a foot shape started to take hold as they grew and developed more, and then little bubble-like toes. The nest of snakes on his head were shortening as well now and the reflexes of the serpents were slowing. The scales that trailed up his lower back started to soften and meld into his bronze toned human flesh, receding down to the base of his tail. His cloaca scrunched further up his torso to position itself between the new legs and once his tail became small enough his hips gave a loud, hollow sounding pop and compressed to be MUCH smaller! When his hips changed size, the new legs socketed to the pelvis.
The women were already on their knees sucking cock but now they were on all fours and moaning around his dicks. Their tails were getting very large now and grew in pulses- you could see through the skin the muscles bulge and the growth ripple down the tail from their butts! Their hair started to fall out as their scalp became deformed- the skin there writhing at random seemingly, till the shape of several snake skulls could be seen under the skin- branching from their own skull. Their pupils started to stretch tall and narrow in width to serpentine slits.
Gregor's tail was only about a third of its original size now! It regressed far enough that his cloaca was pulled taut and peeled apart into two separate holes as muscle and flesh formed a ridge to divide them! He felt a surge of pleasure and pain mixed a moment and with a grunt the front hole birthed a large testicle, and then another right after, inverting itself into a scrotum! The rear hole is now his anus only. The deep pink tone of his cocks started to soften and the skin bulked up on the surface, becoming looser and soft in spite of the shaft inside of it still being very much rigid. The stiff bumps that were his barbs completely regressed and the fattening, lighter toned skin advanced up his shafts and for a moment pushed into the mouth of the women before their sucking pushed it back down- Gregor now had a foreskin. The many snakes on his head regressed to nothing more than a collection of bumps on his head and then flattened into a shiny bald scalp before the shadow of human hair started to form- dark brown to match his eyebrows which was formerly the only hair he had. Even the tail he does still have is becoming softer- the scales fading into naked flesh.
The tails on the women lashed around, twitching from spikes in arousal and pleasure the two meaty masses eventually collided with one another and they quickly coiled their tails together- squeezing each other like an odd hug. The base of the tails was expanding so massive that it occupied the space between their glutes forcing their anus to now be on the base of the tail facing forward, rather than on the bottom of their torso. Their hair was gone now and both women appeared to have five short snakes branching from their heads now! Rather than twenty long and narrow serpents, they only have five but the heads and bodies of these snakes are very large, so the bases of their bodies still cover the entirety of their scalp.
Gregor's legs now matched the toned muscle of the rest of his body and he grew in pubic hair around the base of his changed genitals. He was panting heavily watching the fat veins around his crotch pulse as the last remnants of his giant tail regress to nothing more than a large tube of flesh, then a big cone, then a little nub, and finally nothing at all! His human hair grew out to his shoulders and he had to flick his head back to get it out of his face. It just grew in so obviously the hair was not styled in any way to keep it out of his face. He grew a beard as well but it is very short. He could not grow facial hair as a gorgon. Oddly, even once he is fully human his eyes remained the glowing orange of a gorgon- they did not change. He can still petrify with a glance. Apparently though it is genetically passed down the petra-eyes are a magical effect, so the transfer did not cancel it. His pupils became round, but his eyes still worked the same otherwise.
The tails on the women became so large that the base collected their vulva as well, allowing their pussy to expand in size now that it is no longer restricted by the bone frame of their hips. Their anus travelled a bit further down the length. Once their five large head-snakes became long enough to reach their mid-torso the changes to their bodies seemed to pause.
Even fully human, Gregor still had two dicks! They turned completely into human penis but he kept both of them! In human form his glans were abnormally large even in comparison to his impressive twin dongs and when they swelled tight and purple as he hit climax, the corona was wide enough to catch on the backs of the women's teeth, so they could not pull off his cocks even if they wanted to! Their eyes went wide with surprise and they were forced to swallow quickly from the size of the gushing load of cum that erupted from him. As soon as their eyes widened flecks of glowing orange appeared in their iris and spread like embers across a burning sheet of paper- burning away their original eye color and granting them a petrifying gaze as well!
Even after the changes stopped and Gregor flopped back on the floor out of breath with his limbs spread out; the women had to wait a half minute for the glans to soften enough to pop back out of their mouths. Both of his cocks were the girth of a large bottle of pills and when fully engorged his corona distended two and a half centimeters off the shaft all the way around. The cocks were nine inches long each and each one fed by a softball sized testicle- though in human form they could no longer orgasm individually. If you set one off, the other goes off automatically with it.
Confused, extremely aroused, and still buzzing from the pleasure of transforming the two women looked at one another while Gregor was incapacitated and immediately kissed deeply, fondled their tits and then flopped onto their backs! While their tails are still coiled around one another, they pulled each other closer and coiled further up the other's length till they could reach and penetrate one another's pussy! They were so aroused they ended up tearing open and tearing off their scratchy prisoner linen tops- too ravenous to simply slip them off. They were tail-fucking each other while laying on their backs, butt to butt! The five snakes on their heads writhed around and one woman latched onto either of her areola with a snake head and sucked her own tits! The head serpents gained maroon colored scales with no patterns, but no scales developed anywhere else. They did not get enough gorgon traits for their tails to develop scales- it was smooth, bare flesh! Their anus and vulva are both on their tails facing forward, but were never pushed together into a cloaca. They both retain their legs, but their tails are still large enough that they could stand up on them... though, probably not slither around. You've never seen stranger things than two tail-fucking demi-gorgon.
Gregor turned completely human because he was fed humanity from two different people at once- but there was only one gorgon split between the women, so they only half transformed. Since he drank the elixir beforehand, the transfer of traits did not happen till they were already in the heat of the moment, so the women did not have a chance to second-guess their choice. There are no other animals around to turn them any further, so they are stalled in this state till the cursed magic becomes strong enough to drag beasthood from outside of the city. But because all the other citizens of the city have been doing that- the spell needs to reach from even further away to be able to turn these two. So it is safe to say this is their form for at least a while now, regardless of whether they wander around or not. Gregor also confirmed his theory- turning feral is not a separate effect carried by the spell. The women half turned into gorgon but their mental state hasn't been altered at all... because gorgon have the same intellect as a human does anyway. Luckily they are also immune to their own powers so the women did not unintentionally turn him to stone- he still has his petra-eyes so he cannot be turned by looking in his own reflection of something stupid like that. He is wearing a blindfold still but they are not- he will have to get them one.
While the women frantically moaned and fucked themselves on the now warm stone floor, Gregor paced awkwardly around the room. Dragging his feet, then taking exaggerated stomps trying to figure out how legs work. It was an odd sight; a strikingly handsome dark skinned man with two soft, fat cocks taking his very first baby steps, unaware of how his own body functions. Because he has two dicks and they are both quite large even when fully flaccid- they do not tuck away into the cleft of his nuts. When he walks they are pushed forward by his thighs causing them to flop constantly one and then the other. His glans are so big that even when fully soft you can still see their definition pressed into the foreskin drawn over them.
When he heard them shriek in orgasm he wandered back over to the panting half gorgons and knelt down. "So. Since you are out of your cages anyway, what do you say you girls help me topple an evil sorceress, hmm?"
"Hmmm~ we are yourssss~!"
"If... if it means more of this... I will follow you anywhere~!"
He chuckled and got up to grab the belt of elixir vials and some blindfolds for the women. "Then I believe it is time to end the apocalypse."
----- [center][b][u][color=coral]Part Six : Operetta In E Flat[/center][/b][/u][/color] -----
Grace arrived at castle Etabed at the heart of Mountholme finally. She was glad she took her master's mace- she needed it to get here. The former humans in the capital have forgotten who they are and what they are supposed to be, but they have not forgotten their anger and frustration of having it stripped from them. Now as feral beasts they fight among each other and wander aimlessly in the streets causing random destruction in anger and fucking beasts that are similar enough to their own build to ignite arousal. Grace is at least a full half human- so the new beasts take offense to her form and attack. Her mace is not very long but its head is made up of eight triangular plates arranged in a cylinder so getting swat in the head with it hurts real bad. While she does not look especially muscular she is still pretty bulky for a human woman and still retains her full overall size from when she was a cow. Even without her weapon; getting body-checked by a 600 pound woman wearing sparse plate armor fucking hurts too.
She has never travelled before so she had been looking around frantically as she followed the road north, not knowing what the capital even looks like, and she does not know how to read so the signs along the road mean nothing to her. When she seen a city the size of a giant mountain spiralling up to the base of an elevated castle she knew that must be her goal though. Now she wandered up from the base trying to figure out how to get in. There was a large road spiralling up to the main doors but there are other roads that branch around to separate plateaus around the cliffs under the castle like giant steps down into the city streets. These separate pathways lead to guard towers around its parameter and the barracks in the back, but she doesn't know that, so she keeps wandering down each and then wandering back when she realizes it wasn't the path to the castle. Luckily hooves do not wear out like feet do or she would be done before she even arrives.
Grace paused and turned quickly when she seen movement in the corner of her eye. It did not rush at her to try to attack though- it wandered away quickly. Out of curiosity she trot after it, trying not to be too loud with her hooves clopping on the road under her. She stuck to the corner of some of rock outcroppings against the cliff to try be as stealthy as a seven foot tall cow woman could be. The figure is humanoid! But very small. Wrapped in a hooded cloak, the small humanoid dashes down the path with a large scaled tail lashing around behind it.
Griss arrives at the guard tower and immediately takes out a lock pick and starts working the wooden door at the base of the otherwise stone tower.
"Hey!" Grace stops and points her mace at him. "What are you up to?!"
He nearly fumbled the lock pick in surprise and turned to her in confusion. He is actually wearing a hooded shawl- it only looks like a cloak on him because he is so small.
"What the-? Who are you supposed to be?" He glanced her over but then his eyes very obviously paused on and widened at the sight of her four huge pink breasts.
"I am Grace, the Pala-er... Paladin in training."
Griss put a hand on his hip, noticing she does not have a silver bangle like he does. "How are you still humanoid?"
"There are no humans left to alter me."
It took Griss a moment to realize. "Oooh- you aren't a woman turning into a cow. You're a cow turning into a woman. Hot." He turned back around and resumed picking the lock.
"W-what are you doing?"
"I don't owe you that information." He smiled as the door clicked open but then frowned as Grace grabbed him by the head from behind and lifted him off the ground in one hand.
"And I do not have to let you continue this uncouth behavior."
He lowered his brows. "Well you certainly talk like a paladin. Look- I am breaking into the castle."
"Is it not much further up? I was trying to get in as well."
"The front doors are further up- yea. They are also the front doors. You know, the doors where the remaining guards will be stationed to kick your ass. Not to mention those huge-ass wooden doors weigh a hundred and ten pounds each and are obviously going to be locked, so good luck with that."
Grace looked up at the guard tower. "But how are you going to get into the castle from here?"
"Third floor window."
Grace scanned up the tower and seen a window on either side of the structure on the third floor but nothing connecting to them. A moment later she saw an opening in the rock face opposite of the window facing the cliff-side. There is a hidden passage into the castle dungeon- you have to jump across to the opening from the window in the guard tower! Normally it isn't exactly considered an open door even to the few scoundrels that actually know about it because you need to break into a guard tower to even get in, and then are essentially delivering yourself to the dungeon- but in this particular situation... there are no guards left to man this station.
Grace put him down and Griss huffed at her and skittered upstairs with the cow woman following close behind. He found some sturdy planks resting against the wall behind some crates on the third floor but could not pick them up himself- he is too small to lift them properly. Grace grabbed them up and easily slid them out the window to make a temporary bridge to the hidden passage and the two of them darted inside.
They had to move slowly till their eyes adjusted to the dark because there are no torches or braziers in this hidden nook, so it is completely black. It seems like a natural cave for most of its length since no one is meant to know it even exists. Almost every castle ever built has at least one hidden opening like this to get in and out- because an enemy army could win fairly easily otherwise by simply laying siege to the front gates and trapping everyone inside the castle till they starve to death without a way to get supplies in or out.
She looked down at the little rogue skittering just ahead, relying on his better sight in darkness to guide them. "So you were human? How did you stop transforming? Even people in the middle of the capital seem to have fully turned even though there is almost no animals there."
He lifted his tail up while continuing to walk forward, flashing her the silver rune-etched bangle around the base of it. "Ethos created these trinkets to ward her own spell."
"I have seen those! Oh... but that means you... work for..."
Griss laughed loudly, echoing off the cold stone walls. "No. I stole it off some of the goons she hired. But that is what I came here to do- offer my services to the witch in hopes she restores my body while she is at it. I am at least better than the three she sent to Dirocke, so why not hire me, right?"
"But she is trying to end the human race! Why would you want to work WITH her?!"
Griss sighed, turning to her and pausing their walking briefly. "Look tits- here is a free survival tip; this world works around the concept of survival of the fittest. None of us are stronger than Telal, I think that is pretty clear at this point- so if you want to survive, you have to get on her good side. Like a bird getting a free meal out between the teeth of a crocodile- if you can't beat them; join them."
"But you might be able to defeat her- she is not invincible! Is the entire human race not a cause worth fighting for?! I would gladly sacrifice myself for a chance of restoring justice!"
Griss huffed, remembering all the shit he and his sister have been dragged through in their lives. "Justice doesn't exist."
"W-what?"
"Justice is a man-made concept, it doesn't exist in the world. Life isn't fair, deal with it." He resumed walking.
"Then you should be fighting to bring justice and fairness instead of simply accepting things as they are!"
Griss growled, cringing at her naive, unwavering sense of righteousness. "Well then YOU do it. I am not a volunteer service! I lived long enough on scraps of society- I am not doing shit without some sort of profit to me, and I know you ain't got gold on you- you have no pockets. You're a lone cow so it is not like you got an army to back us up, so what? What is in it for me?"
Grace stuttered a bit, having not encountered a person as morally bankrupt as this before. "T-the salvation of your species and the pride of saving the world?"
"Yeaaaaa- no."
She noticed him gawking at her huge floppy teats again, smirked a little and knelt down to bring them closer to his face. "What about these?"
"H-huh?"
"You ever ride a cow before, little man?"
Griss crossed his arms in thought. Risk his life to fuck a four breasted cow woman? Eh, who is he kidding- she is going to continue to follow him regardless and make so much noise arguing with him that they will get caught and imprisoned anyway if he doesn't agree, might as well take whatever offer he gets just to shut her up.
Her bottom breasts are very big- her top breasts are colossal on even her large frame. Griss is so small and Grace is so large that a single one of her upper breasts can be squished across Griss' entire body! She knelt down onto all fours and Griss flicked one fat teat while latching onto the other and sucking, stretching her boob forward by it before letting it pop out and snap back into shape in a wobbling fit.
Grace inched forward but he put a hand on her other tit to hold her back. "Ah- I am on top."
She smirked again. "Oh? You have pride to hurt after all?"
"Uh, more an issue of me not wanting your body weight to crush my pelvis into dust."
Grace is wearing plate armor but it is sparse so she doesn't actually need to remove of any of it for this. Griss skittered up her torso when she lays back and grabs her top teats while thrusting his genitals against the cleavage of her lower breasts. His entire torso is only big enough to make it around the curvature of the lower breasts and half up the top ones. His sheath fattens as his twin dicks slowly wake up again and her soft fuzzy nuts squash into the soft rubbery flesh of the lower boobs. Her teats are so big and fat they completely fill his hands each and work like handles for him to hold onto her. His large snake tail slithers around her lower body and feels its way down the extra smooth pink flesh of her front to the bovine shaped labia.
Griss' sheath stretched taller as the opening had to contort around two dicks. Once they emerged the bumps around the corona started to stretch into little cones and then the giant spike-like barbs of his full erection! He slid his tail into her pussy, hooked in around her clit so his tail rubbed it in order to get into her vagina, working her up too. Her pubic mount blushed an even deeper tone of pink and her mons fattened in arousal. Griss has the pads of a rodent's feet on his hands and feet, which feel nice against her skin when he grabs into and kneads her flesh. His little translucent claws are not large enough to have to worry about.
She smiled and thrust her chest out suddenly, causing Griss to fall forward and then she fell back flat against the cave floor- clapping all four breasts together around his head, smashing him into her four-way cleavage! She chuckled as he thrashed about trying to pull himself out from between her heavy melons. He grumbled at her laughing once he was out and immediately skittered down to her pussy- now worked up and wet thanks to his tail. Grace quietened down and raised her legs slightly in anticipation when she felt the turgid glans of his dick on both her vulva and anus at the same time! Two dicks- one for each hole. Thanks to the size of the massive barbs around the corona his cock is able to stretch open openings that should definitely have been too big for him.
Grace's pussy and anus gradually opened as he pushed harder against her- his barbs slowly bending till the tension of the barbs and the muscle ribs of her inner passages found balance. They popped in and her passages immediately clenched from the pleasure jolt back in on his shaft to hug it while the barbs spread back out on the inside and raked softly across her inner walls! He could feel his dicks against one another through her inner lining! Grace moaned several times in a deep pitch, mirroring the lowing of a cow. Her black hair pooled around her head against the cave floor with her face tilted back and eyes closed with a blissful look on her face. Bull penis is very long, but not particularly wide, so while Griss was nowhere near the length of a bull- he still filled Grace just fine. Once his barbs loosened her up a bit more he started to thrust with enough force to make her breasts rock back and forth too- softly plapping together while her large teats flop over one way and then the other on their tips. Griss hooked his little hands onto the sharp edges of her still semi-bovine pelvis and her large muscular legs were bent up at the knees and softly hugged him from the sides with her meaty thighs.
Griss had been doing a good job edging himself, but Grace's pussy put the death grip on his cock once she climaxed ahead of him! Grace's ears fluttered as she rolled her head back and let out a loud moo. Her inner walls rippled and sucked at Griss' twin dicks, causing him to lean heavily forward and with one final thrust in he climaxed too. Well, at least if he dies fighting Telal it will be with empty balls.
With a short time to recover, Grace picked up the little man and plopped him on her shoulder and the two walked the rest of the dark path, seeing the dim glow of a lantern ahead where the path converges back into one of the main halls in the dungeon. The end of the cave takes several abrupt turns so it is hard to see the opening even if you are right beside it in the dim light. As soon as they came out- Gregor and the two half gorgon women were standing there. The two women were distracted, giggling softly occasionally and glancing at one another with bedroom eyes while their tails writhe around one another behind them, tangling and untangling constantly. Gregor is only wearing dungeon linen pants, but has three belts on and a satchel slung over his shoulder loaded with dozens of potions and elixirs. He just stood with his arms crossed- waiting for Grace and Griss.
"Having fun in there?"
Griss scoffed. "What's it to you?"
Grace blushed brightly. "Y-you heard?"
Gregor chuckled, snapping his fingers to send the sound down the long passage. "Bit of an echo in here if you hadn't noticed- sound tends to bounce around."
Griss looked him over, seeing just a hint of the glowing orange iris through the thin fabric of the blindfold. "And who are you supposed to be, exactly? One of the witch's pawns?"
"I am but a simple healer! Gregor is the name."
Griss motioned with a grin at the two women behind him barely able to keep their hands off each other. "And a player."
Gregor shrugged. "The entourage is a recent addition- you know what they say; the more the merrier. Now... I cannot imagine why anyone would walk toward the source of a cataclysm instead of away... unless you intend to go toe to toe with the magnus?"
Grace nodded eagerly. "We intend to convince her to revoke her spell. With force... if we need."
Gregor nodded and then continued walking down the passage ahead of them. "Then you will probably need a healer. The stairs up to the main floor are this way. There are still servants wandering around with protective bangles but they do not stop intruders. Me and the girls here can simply turn the guards to stone if they give us any trouble."
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Logos plods into the main hall, having been able to shove open one side of the huge double-door enough to slip inside with the help of Harbinger. The doors were obviously locked as well; but the Blood Of Aeons- his heirloom pendant- is able to unlock it. As former Justicarius, Logos is permitted to come and go from the castle as he sees fit just as Telal does.
*Stay here Harbinger. There are still servants active in the castle, and the king will be in here somewhere too. Try to round up as many humans as you can and keep them safe. I have seen the extent of Telal's powers- our fight will be fierce and I do not want to hold back from risk of hurting bystandars.*
"Not sure the sheep will flock to a wolf, but this one will try."
*That is all I can ask of you.*
Logos walked through the colossal hall that is the foyer, hearing his hoof-paws click on the floor and echo off the marble walls. Even the giant ornate chandeliers remain unlit. The castle is an eerie, cold place in its current state. He has never seen it so empty and dark. It has always been a bright and pristine home for the king, and inviting space for the lords of the various houses that serve the kingdom to come and seek council.
A pale glow fills the end of the main foyer from beyond and he walks out onto more scattered marble tiles embedded in grass. There is no roof over this portion of the castle- this courtyard is a crossroads for the many wings of the ground floor of the castle, and looking up to the sky above you can see where the throne room is from here- the only area on the fourth floor of the castle. In the middle of this court is a colossal rotunda made of ancient, weathered stone that looks like it is plastered together with thick, spongy green moss. It shelters a large statue of Lord Argain Baul- the first king of Etabed.
Past frightened servants who part to let him pass, guards posted to keep such people out who are too afraid of Logos to actually do their job, and even a few animals wearing the tattered remnants of clothing; Logos wandered through to the far side of the castle to the stairs leading up. Getting to the king's throne is no easy feat- the stairs leading to the next floor is on the opposite end of the castle as the previous entrance; so to get to the fourth floor you need to walk from one side to the other three times in a row. Logos even passes a servant sadly handing out food reserves to a stallion wearing stretched and torn socks on its legs with the few stretched threads of a shirt around his torso, knelt down on the ground beside a colt wearing a stretched but intact shirt itself. The family of the servant... she was chosen by Telal to serve to the end, but her family was not. Now she is forced to keep her own family as if they were pets. If you look hard enough you can find some of the silver bangles here and there in the castle that no longer have an owner. People who were chosen to remain human but could not bear to witness the world fall and took their bangle off- wishing their human mind to be erased.
Logos passes the monster that used to be the champion Rajh. Still has dried blood crusted to one side of his head from the splintered stump of the horn Telal shattered off in their last encounter. On the second floor Logos is approaching the stairs to the third when King Pathos wanders into the hall from his bedroom and freezes up in surprise at his presence.
"Oh. Logos?"
*My liege.*
Pathos smirked, motioning for him to follow as he started ahead to bring him to the throne room. "Quite the form you have there. Oddly appropriate. Honestly I do not know if you can fight her, Logos. You know as well as I do how talented she is though, and you still came."
*Even if there was no apparent hope, I would still fight if only to make her job all the harder. I would rather die for justice eagerly than die with idle hands. Or... hooves.*
"Aaah- a joke, from you? Has the calamity given you a sense of humour at last?"
*Formality seems moot among the chaos.* There was a brief pause. *If I hold back against Telal she will surely defeat me...*
"Hm..." Pathos bowed his head a bit, understanding.
*I may have to kill her.*
"We all do what we must for what we believe."
Pathos opened the door to the throne room- this time he was met with the sound of a violinist playing at the side of the throne room. Telal twirls about to the music with her eyes shut and arms out to her sides as if to feel the music wash over her, or move her as a dance partner would. She is wearing a two layer gown today- the looser outer layer synched at the hip with a golden rose and again at the shoulder with an inscribed runic crest. The outer gown is golden on the outside and royal purple on the inner side. Under this layer is a less revealing black gown with elegant lace hem. Every one of her fingers and thumbs is adorned with a simple ring and below both layers of skirts her legs are encapsulated with the animated metal that is her transformed wheelchair, granting her the ability to stand.
The violinist abruptly stops on seeing Logos behind Pathos in the doorway; striking the wrong note and making Telal cringe and stop her dancing abruptly as well. Pathos continued casually through the room toward his throne and Logos took only a few steps into the room before stopping- glaring at Telal who now turned to see him.
"Justicarius. You know I pondered allowing everyone to retain their thoughts as you do. I need only remove their ability to produce more humans in the future and the species will peter out on its own. But it seemed too cruel."
*You are hereby charged with conspiring against the kingdom as well as innumerable accounts of unlicensed magic usage in restricted areas, tampering without consent, and magically assisted genocide.*
"They cannot mourn their loss without the capacity to understand what they have lost in the first place. Turning them all into animals removes their ability to reproduce allowing me to remove humans from the world without actually killing anyone. I did not do this on a whim- I have thoroughly planned this and weighed the options. This was the most ethical course of action."
*Normally the sentence would be death, but due to your lofty status and history of service; your punishment may be negotiable- depending on the reigning sovereigns descission.*
Telal sighed. "Not even listening, hmm? Do you even think about the choices you make, Logos? It seems more like you let the rules think for you." She started to slowly walk toward him down the very long, narrow room. "Does that not seem like it would make you unfit to properly cast judgement?"
*My feelings do not write the law, and neither do yours. Feelings are fickle and only relevant to the individual- the law is not selfish, it exists for everyone to maintain order, it does not make exceptions. It does not matter how you feel, it does not change how things ARE and continue to be.*
"Ah, but every life is to the individual. Each one unique, every person in a different situation and with different feelings on the matter, so to cast them all under the exact same unbending rules seems folly. If someone stole a loaf of bread because he felt like it, or disliked the shop owner- you charge them as a thief. The same as if someone stole a loaf of bread because they and their kin were about to starve. That doesn't sound very just to me." She stopped immediately in front of him- even though he is on all fours their eyes are on equal level. "This isn't about pre-written rules, it is about ethics. Rules written by the nature of the world- the reasoning between both our actions and the actions of the creatures we share their world with. Laws are written by man, for mankind. But that is the issue here, is it not? You do not own this world, why should you write its rules?"
Logos took the opportunity of her being so close and lunged forward, snapping his maw at her face but Ethos dipped back to avoid the attack the red carpet below them lifted up, forming into a giant fist and slammed into Logos's underside, smashing the air out of his lungs and bouncing him off the roof. Ethos casually started to walk away again.
Logos got to his feet quickly enough afterward. *Hah, quite the speech, from a human.*
She paused and half-turned to him. "What?"
*You cast your judgement on the entire species, and you alone judged them unworthy to even exist, based on something they have not even done yet. How very... human of you.*
Ethos growled and flew at Logos- all the rings on her right hand melted together and encased her hand, extending off it as a two-sided blade! Logos dodged to the side and attempted to bite her again, but the rings on her left hand managed to seal her forearm and hand in a cocoon of steel to protect her from his fangs. Ethos thrust her right hand forward and left a gash down the left side of Logos' long face. Pathos sat in his throne, tapping his foot while watching it all unfold nervously.
Logos tried to yank her left hand to the side to get at her bare flesh but he also seen her outer dress swirl out under him and quickly let go to dodge backward just as her dress formed into a huge alligator jaw and snapped at him. Her extremely long crimson hair swirled around her head and formed into the head of a dragon. Logos dashed to the side as Ethos bowed forward and the dragon head breathed a stream of flames onto the floor, following Logos in an attempt to incinerate him. Logos ran just ahead of it and then turned toward Ethos herself to attack again- she cannot breathe fire straight down or she will light herself aflame. Her dress turned into a snake's tail and coiled around him holding him off and she swiped downward- Logos could only partially turned to dodge; she cut the top half of his right ear off. He now had streaks of blood building on either side of his head.
She tossed him into the air and the dragon head caught him in its maw, shaking him a bit before throwing him straight through one of the marble pillars. Ethos turned to him fully again as her hair fell back limp and she brushed the creases out of her dress.
"Pathos' chosen champion could not defeat me in two attempts, what superfluous arrogance drove you to believe that you could succeed where he failed?"
Logos huffed, grinning with his bloody fangs as he slowly got to his feet again. *What I believe doesn't matter, remember?*
The blade from her right arm grew still longer. "Then I will grant you wish, and disregard your personal input."
There was a deep thrum in the air a moment causing everyone to pause before the heavy metal door to the room was torn clear off its hinges and fired across the room as a projectile! Ethos put her arm out and the door froze in space the moment it touched her fingertips.
Amaranth casually walked into the room with Grace, Griss, and Gregor standing just behind her. "Knock, knock."
The faintest hint of a smile twitched at the edge of Pathos' mouth. "A Siren, Rogue, Paladin, Healer, and Justicar. The rulings cannot silence the heart they were born from. Each fights for what they believe in... may this end in a consensus of the heart."
The door hovering in front of Ethos' hand crumbled itself into a ball and immediately fired across the room back at Amaranth like a giant bullet! Amaranth hummed a beautiful melody and thrust her hand forward- from the point where the two would have touched the ball of crumpled metal almost instantly turned molten, glowing with heat and writhed in mid-air to avoid touching and burning her hand. Amaranth started to chant magic words and Ethos stepped forward to silence her- but Grace charged at Ethos from around Amaranth! Ethos's outer dress opened on one side as a giant golden dragon wing and slammed Grace into the wall hard enough to crack it. Ethos was barely fast enough to jump back and avoid the giant eleven foot long lance Amaranth formed from the molten metal to impale her on!
Amaranth walked toward her as the others slipped into the room behind her. "You do this for the animals and yet here I am stripped of my wings. You torment us now with the effects of your wretched spell to avoid something that has not even come to pass yet!"
"It was the most I could do- I am one woman against a world, it was never going to be perfect!"
"The future has never and will never be a guarantee for anyone- what you seen MAY come to pass. But what we suffer now thanks to you HAS come to pass. You traded a possibility for a reality. I will take my wings back, whether you give them willingly or not!"
Amaranth chanted and motioned to the side- but Ethos was watching her for the attack and did not realize she was motioning to the broken stone of the shattered pillar which formed into a huge stone hammer head and crushed Ethos against the wall, winding her and breaking at least one rib! Gregor dashed into the room and one of his girls dashed over to Logos to help him. Gregor himself threw a potion vial at Logos catching him off guard- he could only bow his head so the vial shattered across the top of his head and did not get into his eyes. The potion stung his open wounds but after a moment his wounds felt cool to the touch and the bleeding on his ear stopped! The gouge down his face knit itself closed again and vanished entirely. It is a healing potion!
Gregor just winked at him. "The unofficial royal apothecary, at your service."
Logos grumbled. *Unlicensed medical practices?*
Pathos shrugged. "W-well, royally sanctioned."
Amaranth took another step forward and a deep breath- ready to shatter the entire room with a scream but the carpet under her spiralled up and immediately yanked tight- forcing the air back out of her lungs as Ethos cast the stone away from herself again. Amaranth could not breathe- the rug is crushing her, she cannot use magic if she cannot use her voice! Grace rushed Ethos from behind and smashed her in the right side of her face with the mace, breaking the skin open between the bone of her skull and the steel of the mace head! Ethos fell back partially against the wall- her head spinning and filled with shooting pain so unable to act fast enough. Griss skittered up a pillar and used his tail to swing around and off it, straight onto Ethos and plunged his dirk straight into her heart.
"Nothing personal, witch. I just didn't see any profit in letting you live." The carpet holding Amaranth fell limp, releasing her.
Logos got there just in time to bite Griss' tail and yank him away! Griss hissed and was about to protest when he seen the bladed fingers made of blood, rising from Ethos' chest that would have eviscerated him.
"The fuuuuck?"
*She is the magnus; Ethos is versed in ALL known magic. Necromancy included!*
Ethos shoved herself off of the wall with a jerk and flicked her right arm toward Grace- firing her body across the room hard enough to smash through yet another pillar. "Annoying."
Gregor flicked an elixir bottle across the room at her. "Think fast!"
Ethos put her hand up in a stop gesture and the bottle froze in place in the air, but then Amaranth whistled and the bottle exploded- getting its contents all over Ethos anyway! It only seemed to irritate her however.
Gregor backed up a bit so she did not target him. "Wait... it didn't work."
Griss looked at him. "What uh... what was that supposed to do, exactly?"
"That is an elixir I made that can for a few moments block the resonance of her spell. It cannot undo its effects but it would prevent it from spreading. By hitting HER with it- it should have prevented the spread everywhere because I would have cut off its source."
Griss tilted his head. "Which means... she isn't its source."
Grace charged at Ethos again who turned to her with a scowl as her dress started to flutter up off the floor again, ready to transform. Logos lunged at her but a hand made of condensed blood reached up from the hole in her chest and grabbed him by the face to hold him off a moment before she slammed the blade on her right hand through his head! Logos pulled back in time so the blade did not lance his skull but instead the side of his long muzzle, spearing his lips and cheeks straight through to the other side and even cutting the surface of his tongue inside!
Amaranth kicked Ethos across the face while she was distracted with Logos, raking her talons across her cheeks before leaning back and then screaming at her! Everyone was knocked back from the force and even the marble walls started to crack and chip from the abrasive sound! Logos quickly backed up and shook his head to try and gather himself. Ethos flicked her left finger at Amaranth and her ring dislodged like an arrow- turning into a throwing dagger mid-air and lanced Amaranth directly in her throat, immediately silencing her. Gregor quickly grabbed a healing potion and dashed to her aid.
Grace and Griss attacked from two different directions at the same time, but as Grace swung her mace- Ethos's dress turned into the snapping maw of an angered wolf, bit into Griss' tail and swung HIM into Grace's head, knocking them both away!
The frightened violinist called out in protest a moment as one of Gregor's girls yanked the violin from her hand and held it up. "Hey Greg~ is this important?"
He finished pulling the dagger from Amaranth's neck as his potion closed the hole carefully around it so the least amount of blood escaped. "What? A violin?" She turned it, revealing an extremely complex runic array etched in tiny writing across the entire back. Gregor then glanced over at the pipe organ on the other side of the room and also seen runes on it, and then the harp too. "The resonance. She used literal music. Destroy them! She cannot amplify the spell any more without the music!"
The girl went to smash the violin but shuddered and collapsed to her knees, then bucked her head back and moaned! She is still half human- Ethos is flash-transforming what humanity she has left to incapacitate her! Her legs and arms shortened and her soles and hands rapidly stretched as paw pads fattened up, trapping her on four legs and unable to stand back up! Her ears grew rapidly long and narrow, dangling limp on either side of her face as her face stretched rapidly degenerating her cries and moans to whimpers and yips. Feathers exploded down her body except for the snakes on her head, and her tail finally gained its coating of scales to match them! Her breasts regressed into her chest as six large erect teats appeared on her midriff and her mons billowed out huge pulling her vulva into a pillowy triangle! Ethos turned her remaining humanity into an odd breed of dog from the eastern kingdoms known as Cu Sith; a dog that is covered in feathers instead of fur.
Grace had been knocked back with Griss, falling almost directly between the two other instruments however. Grace smashed into the organ with her mace and Griss played his dirk blade across the strings of the harp- popping them all in half! Gregor's other girl dashed over to grab the violin and finish what her counterpart started. Gregor called out to Logos and tossed another healing potion into the air. Ethos went to transform the second girl, but Logos bit into the potion mid-air and it started to heal his lanced face as he continued to spin on his front limbs, and then kicked Ethos full-force with both of his back legs; which are half horse. He slammed her against the wall hard enough to make her spit up blood all over herself, and she was unable to stop the other girl in time- as she smashed the violin. The spell could no longer spread now. All that was left was to stop it entirely- which meant stopping Telal Ethos herself.
Ethos' eyes pulsed with light a moment and in a wave across her body her own wounds started to mend themselves.
"[b]Wretched pests![/b] You will not take the future of this world for your own petty cause!" She thrust her arms out to either side and an immense shockwave of power erupted from her body!
The force of the blast was so gigantic that all four walls of the entire room exploded outward! Everyone fell to the floor and had to scramble with their arms and legs to try to grip the floor long enough that the blast did not launch them out of the building entirely! This is the only room on the fourth floor, there is nothing but open air outside of the throne room. The roof fell at them, threatening to crush them all now that there were no longer any walls to hold it up but then it too was shattered to dust and cast away from Ethos.
In a ruinous vortex the shattered remains of the entire throne room rose up over them all and re-converged into the shape of Ethos herself! A colossal avatar of her upper body made of white marble! The black marble that veined the pillars now concentrated into two black demon horns on the head of her avatar, and the avatar's 'hair' is made of the flowing cloth banners that bordered the entire room formerly. The sun was starting to go down- the metallic orange light of dusk glittered powerfully off the surface of the massive lake in the distance and made it difficult to see. Stars started to appear in the sky as if arriving to observe the outcome of this battle for the human race.
Ethos' outer dress rose from her billowing out into two dragon wings. Her black dress lifted her off the shattered floor and stretched into a tail for her to slither on and her hair animated itself, once again taking the shape of a dragon's head ready to incinerate anyone who tried to stop her.
When she spoke, her avatar also spoke with a much louder echo of her voice. [i][b]"How many people exist in the world today? How many animals? What of tomorrow, and the next? This moment- this present is nothing in the face of the entirety of the future! You will not trade eternity for a mere moment!!"[/b][/i]
Grace picked Griss up and threw him at Ethos like a human cannon ball trying to hit her from behind, but Ethos was ready and poised for an attack from any direction at the moment. She half-turned and elbowed Griss in the gut before he got to her body and before he fell off her arm she flicked it out and back- slicing him across the gut with the bladed end! Griss fell to the ground holding his belly to try and slow the bleeding- Gregor again seen a patient and made a dash for him, going around the others so hopefully Ethos does not see him.
Grace bowed her head and charged forward like an angered bull from behind her and Logos rushed at her from the front at the same time. The avatar slammed its giant marble hand into Grace's back and crushed her against the floor hard enough to impact it slightly- threatening to cave it into the floor below. Ethos clapped the dragon wings and Logos for a moment was suspended in the air as the blast of wind was equal in strength to his momentum- making him seem weightless a moment. Before he could touch down to move again the dragon head blasted him into the floor with a stream of fire! He had to frantically roll to try and prevent the flames from spreading- his entire body covered in flammable fur. The remaining half gorgon grabbed a potion off Gregor's belt and went to help Logos as Gregor himself was busy closing the gash across Griss that was almost deep enough to spill his intestines.
Ethos heard Amaranth start to chant and picked up the winded and hurt Grace and threw her at the Siren to silence her! Amaranth had speak faster to change her melody half way in, and managed to slow Grace in the air to be able to catch and put her down rather than them violently colliding. The avatar was able to see for Ethos- that is why she can perfectly counter attacks made to her backside; she can see her own back with the avatar. She seen Gregor healing Griss and her avatar turned and pulled back its left fist to punch them into the floor. With a fist that big- a direct punch would pop their bodies open against the floor like water balloons.
The avatar stopped for a moment when Grace quickly attacked- throwing her mace as hard as she could at it, but then resumed immediately seeing how little the attack did. She threw it hard enough that the metal mace actually wedged into the elbow of the marble arm but that was it- it is the size of a thimble compared to the colossal arm. Ethos heard Amaranth chanting again and recognised the incantation- in a panic she tried to chant her own but Amaranth's stronger voice cancelled her out and finished hers faster than Ethos could have countered regardless! She summoned lightning from the clear sky! Normally lightning is a hard attack- it's so fast and hard hitting than even the person summoning it cannot control it properly. Grace fixed that part. The metal mace was high enough and conductive enough that the lighting had no choice but to use it to land- the force of the electrical current exploded the elbow completely off of the avatar, ripping its left arm off! The fist just barely missed Gregor and Griss and slammed into the floor hard enough to easily cave it in, removing a massive section of the floor! The two of them had to scramble away quickly to make sure they did not fall into the hole too.
Logos once again rushed her body- she flicked her left hand once in either directon- firing rings off two more fingers and turning them to throwing daggers to pierce him! One struck into his right shoulder and the other into the base of his neck. He did not slow his attack and snapped his maw at her but she slithered back on the black tail of her inner dress. Her avatar spotted Griss a moment too late to stop him- he lunged forward to Logos, cutting the dress open with his dirk! The tail was broken and forced to return to inanimate cloth, dropping Ethos abruptly. Logos did not hessitate in lunging forward again in spite of his bleeding neck and this time Ethos could not stop him- biting into her left arm and thrashing his head to gore the flesh! Logos was punched off her a moment later, winded and given several broken ribs as the avatar's right arm punched him straight through the edge of the floor and lower wall- blowing him straight through the building and out the side! Amaranth quickly rushed to the edge and started chanting but her voice trembled with emotion, causing her incantation to fail! Logos crashed through the roof on part of the third floor and out of sight for now before she could save him.
Ethos stomped her foot down on Griss' tail before he could distance himself from her and brought her bladed arm down at his back! Suddenly her wings crackled and turned to stone! Ethos paused and glanced back as the thin stone cracked and broke under its own weight! She then looked at Gregor with fury- he had pulled his blindfold up long enough to glare at Ethos. As the magnus she is familiar with the magic of a petrifying gaze so the innate magic could not do anything to her... however her dress was woven from organic material, which means her clothing can succumb to his cursed eyes. She still had Griss pinned in place however. Grace charged her with all her strength again to try and save the little man. Grace was not bleeding all over the place but she definitely was still not doing good from that crash against the floor. Spreading bruises marked where she was bleeding internally and the sundered stone of the floor left her with several small triangular puncture wounds. This beef was tenderized.
Grace tackled Ethos to the ground, forcing her to let Griss escape and briefly winding her from the weight of the bovine woman. Amaranth started changing and motioned to Griss to yank him back to her through space quickly before readying another attack of her own. The avatar swung her arm again this time to smash Grace off the building! Grace got up quickly, but Ethos' hair coiled around her neck holding her in place so she could not evade and started strangling her!
Amaranth raised her voice and the air vibrated powerfully as a wall of force collided with the giant marble fist, freezing it in place! The fist was too strong to deflect but the force too strong for it to move forward! Amaranth raised her pitch to a deafening tone for a moment and the marble started to crack and shatter from the frequency of vibrations! The holes in the floor started to crumble and widen, reducing the space everyone had to stand even more. Amaranth lowered her pitch again while maintaining the melody and the frequency lowered returning the force from piercing to pushing- and now full of even more cracks the force got BETWEEN the stone and ripped the arm apart! Chunks of marble rained down on the city below as she blew the avatar's remaining arm away! Amaranth then collapsed to the floor gasping for air- she had exhausted every molecule of air in her lungs holding that for so long without being able to breathe in.
Too small to be noticed as easily as the others- Ethos was too distracted to spot Griss once again charging at her, jumping up and cut her across the face with his dirk- splitting her left eye and face to her temple. She cried out in pain and staggered back, holding her heavily bleeding eye. Griss pressed his luck and as soon as his feet his the ground again he jumped forward again trying to split open her guts- but he should have known he has never been that lucky. Her hair formed into a giant fist and grabbed him for her- squeezing till she started to hear his ribs pop and he vomited blood onto himself! Gregor threw a potion at him, shattering it across Griss' forehead to keep him alive longer. Grace punched Ethos in the face staggering her back again and breaking her concentration enough to drop Griss again before completely crushing him to death. She was unable to see Grace coming because she is now blind on the left side.
Logos returned to the room, having to jump onto the floor from the stairs because the last few steps have collapsed. He charged Ethos the moment he arrived again without pausing long enough for Gregor to heal his bloody wounds, so Gregor once again simply threw a potion at him hard enough to shatter open and spread its contents loosely across the wounds. Good enough to stem the tide of blood anyway- the best they can afford with no time.
The armless avatar started to change shape; her marble face stretching outward and teeth sharpening while the horns remained the same- becoming the giant head of a dragon. The armless torso reformed into its neck. The sky was turning dark blue and purple as the sun started to dip below the horizon now. The stars became brighter and the metallic sunlight glittering off the distant waves of the lake became more violent. The entire area was suddenly illuminated in dull orange and red as the giant marble dragon opened its mouth and a colossal fireball started to form! Everyone's hearts tightened in fear- if that thing breaths down on them they will all be incinerated in one hit! It is big enough to delete their entire party!
Ethos attempted to form her dress but having sections of it turned to stone and crumbled away prevented her from properly shaping the cloth. Grace attempted another attack but Ethos thrust her bladed arm forward- launching the blade off like a javelin! Grace turned in shock just fast enough that the metal spear lanced her left shoulder rather than her heart! Logos jumped while running forward as fast as he could, clearing several feet of space with his lunge before biting into Ethos' midriff and leaving a dozen puncture wounds from his fangs before her hair formed into a giant hammer head and smashed him off her into the floor hard enough to start caving it in again. The ball of fire overhead grew larger and wisps of flame started to form gathering into it from even further away, the dragon head lowered to face them all.
Amaranth could not counter the fire- it is too big, a water incantation even from her inhumanly powerful voice would not be enough. She could attack Ethos but the avatar moves independently- she could hurt Ethos while she is distracted with Logos, but then the fireball still kills everyone regardless. She took a deep breath and froze a moment, trying to gather and steady herself as much as she could as quickly as she can. If she wavers during an incantation she has to start over from the beginning again. She chanted out loud motioning her arm forward. Ethos glared at her past Logos, ready to deflect whatever the siren intends, not realizing she was not Amaranth's target. Pathos quickly dashed out of the way as Amaranth whipped her arm upward toward the throne and launched it as a projectile- straight into the underside of the dragon's jaw! She forced it to close its mouth on its own fireball and the entire sky turned red for a moment and filled with flames from the gigantic explosion! Marble chunks rained down across a ten mile radius as the avatar was completely annihilated by its own attack!
Ethos finally took her hand from her face, revealing her necromantic powers had regenerated her split eyeball, restoring her sight. Logos would not give her time to take advantage of it.
[b][i]*You condemn humanity for what it could do. You have completely neglected their capacity to change, to learn! You have shown no faith in your own species! Rather than guide them and try to fix the problem you completely discarded it, ruining your so-called eternity for an entire species- the very crime you accuse everyone else of!! I hereby charge you with hypocrisy!*[/b][/i]
He lunged at her again but she moved back to evade it- but the attack was a feint. She cannot dodge twice without throwing herself off balance and tripping. He landed on his front legs and immediately braced, leaping as high into the air as he could, twisting in mid-air and tucking his back hoof-paws in for a kick at chest-level! Ethos' hair started to lift but then flopped back down limp! Her eyes went wide as she noticed the pale yellow glowing runes across the floor around her! Grace used her minor holy powers to consecrate the ground under Ethos! The consecration negates any spells made with ill-intent! Amaranth let out one last scream of power before collapsing onto her hands and knees- the wall of force slammed into Logos and shoved him into Ethos just as he kicked!
Ethos was hit with so much force it looked like she had teleported- vanishing from in front of Logos and re-appearing as her spine smashed against the stone floor several feet away, and a split second later the back of her skull bounced off it. He knocked Ethos unconscious. They knew immediately she had lost consciousness when the metal and wood twisted around her legs to animate them fell away limp. In a shockwave from the magnus' body a pressure everyone was not even aware they felt was suddenly lifted. Everything felt lighter suddenly as Ethos's spell collapsed in a shockwave that would be felt the world over. Animals almost immediately restored to their proper bodies- the humanity rejected and streamed back to its original owners! People became vaguely aware of what they had been doing the last while as their conscious minds fully woke back up. Naked and confused the human populace of the world was restored.
Griss restored to a man- though his shawl no longer cut it as clothing and had to cup his hands over his exposed balls in front of the king. Grace turned back into a simple cow, and Logos back into a towering man as he snapped off one of the pauldrons from Grace's ill-fitting armor to place over his own crotch casually. Gregor rushed over to give Grace several healing potions and help pull the metal spike out of her shoulder- she was still quite hurt. The two half gorgons turned back to women and Gregor passed his pants to one of them to wear while the other hid behind the first. When Gregor turns back into a gorgon he has no legs again- eliminating his need of pants at all. Amaranth turned back into a Silver Songstress, flapping her wings and hopping lightly on her long legs as she skipped around the room in glee. Unlike the others she did not linger long- remembering the mage in his towers she took flight to see if Icarus was alright, and thank him before leaving these human lands to the marshes and lagoons she belongs in. Before she took off, she sung them all one last haunting melody from her beak this time, and off she went into the night sky.
Logos became even more a decorated hero in the kingdom even though he is supposed to be retired.
Griss and his sister were given a home in the capital- and enough money that his sister no longer had to rely on unsavory means to survive.
Gregor was granted even more equipment and allowed to open his own potion shop- though because of his continuing duties in the dungeon, someone else must man the shop for him.
Grace was a cow again, and had no need of awards, medals, titles, nor gold. She was returned to her masters back on the ranch, and everyone was told of her service to the world. Though she no longer understood their words of praise- she did recognise the large bronze statue of herself erected in the shade of the wisteria tree at the center of her home town. She was already the favored of her owners- now she was revered the kingdom over. Everyone who visited the town would always stop by the ranch to pat her on the head for good luck- and she will usually give them a friendly lick on the hand.
And the Magnus Telal Ethos? Well- the stories are often conflicting. Most who knew the truth of everything assumed she was killed... how else would the world be restored? The vast majority of the people still had no idea what actually happened. Officials told them it was a unique instance of malicious magic- but little else. So they never knew Telal was the source in the first place.
People outside of Etabed had zero idea what happened and would form their own legends about what happened in those dark times. Some believed it to be the wrath of an angered God, some thought it was nature rising up against them. The ultimate results were the same. They shared the flesh and form of animals for a time, everywhere. They now better understood the animals, and could sympathize better with them. They were more conscious of the repercussions of their actions on the world around them. They treated the beasts with a bit more respect, a bit more kindness- and were often surprised when the beasts did the same to them.
Telal never left Pathos' side, so outside of the castle everyone assumed she was dead. She was never even arrested. Ethos never enjoyed what she had done, and having lost to Logos now, she had to admit defeat. She was even there when Pathos gave Logos a new assortment of medals to commemorate his many new achievements- though she simply stared at the floor with an empty expression, standing half-behind the throne, unwilling to make eye contact.
Pathos did not want to punish her any more than her defeat already has, and the weight of her actions. Ethos was not wrong, nor was Logos. Just two sides of an argument- their correctness entirely dependent on what side of the argument you yourself stand. There was no more need of punishment or suffering. Peace has been restored to the kingdom, humanity to the people, beasthood to the animals... and most importantly- hope, to the future.
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This worksheet is about identifying and understanding clichés in sentences. Students are instructed to underline the cliché in each of the seven sentences provided. After identifying the clichés, the students are then challenged to rewrite each sentence to convey the same meaning but without using the clichéd expression. This exercise requires students to not only recognize clichés but also to think creatively about how to express the same idea in a fresh and original way.
The worksheet is teaching students the skill of rephrasing overused expressions to enhance their writing with more original language. By rewriting clichéd sentences, students practice expressing ideas more directly, clearly, or uniquely. This activity encourages critical thinking about language use and promotes a deeper understanding of how to communicate effectively without relying on tired phrases. It aims to improve students’ writing by fostering a sense of creativity and a preference for clarity in expression. | EDUCATION |
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Conjunctions are used to connect words in a sentence, or to connect complete sentences. When conjunctions are used, the result is a compound structure. A comma is used before the conjunction to separate the clauses. Three common conjunctions are and, but and or.
Say whether each conjunction below is used to show agreement, disagreement, or reason. On a separate sheet of paper, join each set of independent clauses to create a compound sentence. Use a coordinating conjunction.
Use the subordinating conjunctions indicated to join the sentences below. You may change, rearrange or omit words as necessary in order to clearly convey the meaning of your sentence
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I love cooking. I like to eat. I don't like to clear the table.
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I love cooking and eating, but I do not like clearing the table afterward.
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These conjunctions are used to connect grammatically equal items: two words, two phrases, or two independent clauses. There are seven coordinating conjunctions, and for the ease of remembering them, you can use the term FANBOYS. A mnemonic for: for, and, nor, but, or, yet, so.
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Subordinating conjunctions are used for joining dependent and independent clauses. A dependent or a subordinate clause contains a subject and a verb but it cannot be considered a complete sentence on its own. As it doesn't express a complete idea, it needs an independent clause attached to make complete sense. A subordinating conjunction can be used to show contrast, cause-and-effect, or some other relationship between the two clauses.
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Against the backdrop of red, there was nothing but a faceless spacesuit. Slumped slightly forward, its lower back resting against the ridges of the cave wall. Occasionally, from the inside of the suit, you could see a panel lighting up, revealing from inside the tinted faceplate its inhabitant.
It’s a curious thing, this space suit. Because the space suit speaks.
“*Space Command to Private Rosch, you are cleared for entry. Take care down there, Private. Over”*
The words are alien, to you. You’ve never seen something like this before, not for a long time. Was it a long time? You’d only been here a few days. You suppose time is relative.
“*Space Command to Private Rosch, Captain Leeds recommends you tone down the small talk, we’re on a live feed here to the top brass. But yeah, it sure is. Over”*
There’s an amused snort. Now that you get. This one heard something funny. You tilt your head. Was that what was considered funny? Okay then, you got it.
The suit is made of a funny type of cloth, nothing you’ve ever touched before. It’s strange, rough to the touch. And inconsistent too. Certain parts of the suit are softer than the rest, more flexibles.
Were these where the creature’s joints were? That would make sense. Going by that logic…
You give the faceplate a light tap. Then you’d suppose that the place where the material was hardest (What was this? You could just about see through it if you squinted your eyes.) was the place of most importance.
“*Space Command to Private Rosch, we’re detecting some strange activity in the background of your cam feed. Recommend you turn on night vision instead of infra-red so we can get a better look. Over.”*
You run the of your fingernail around the edges of this strange material. The see-through metal. Your work done, you give it a light tap and it comes free. The sheet of see-through metal, cut free, falls splat on the face of the suit’s occupant.
That’s not what you want. You frown. With one hand, you reach in and delicately pick it out, in between your two thumbs. It’s stained with the creature’s blood, which is definitely strange. You don’t remember injuring it all the way up here.
“*Space Command to Private Rosch, something’s following you. I repeat, you are not alone. We have authorized for you to shoot to kill. Over.”*
The suit gives you a scare. How was it still alive? Was it a different living system, working in harmony with this creature? You look down at the creature’s torso. There’s a see-through hole, just about the size of your hand. Blood and what you presume to be the creature’s insides have split out down it’s crotch, to the floor and begun to dry.
What a strange thing. You hurt it in one place, and blood spurts out of another. You feel excitement flow through your veins, your thumbs clicking together restlessly. More, you had to know more!
You kick yourself for being so rash. This was probably the only time you’d ever chance to study something like this. You should have kept it alive.
No matter, you decide, as you wipe the see-through metal clean. It would make a nice trophy.
“*Space Command to Private Rosch, we order you to retreat! Get out of there now! Confirm!*”
As if it knows what you’re going to do next, the suit speaks again. You don’t understand the words but you understand the panicked tone.
Then you get down to the nasty stuff. What was so important here? You gorge out two white orbs, each with a spot of light blue. You find strangely shaped bones in the big orifice in the creature’s face. They’re stained red, and seem to be protecting a seemingly useless slab of meat inside. At the back of the orifice, a pool of blood gurgles. You suppose this part of the creature led to the torso.
“*Rosch ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod. What the fuck is that?”*
The suit is starting to speak more often now.
“*I’m detecting a complete loss of vital signs. That thing killed him.”*
*“You’ve left the button on, Private Sej.”*
Blissful silence falls, allowing you to focus on your work. You find what you are pretty sure is the creature’s brain. It’s similar to your people’s, but this one seems significantly bigger. You’re not sure whether or not you should feel envious. After all, this creature is the dead one.
“*This is Captain Leeds of United Earth Space Command. I respectfully request for you to identify yourself.*”
You flip the creature on its front, revealing its back. There, whirring away slowly, a strange metal box. You pick it apart easily. This metal is significantly harder than everything else though. Could this be the suit’s heart?
“*Do you understand us?”*
The inside of the box is divided into two parts. The lower components consist of two cylinders with strange wording on them. You press it, and a strange smelling gas comes out. Oxygen? Why would this creature be carrying so much of it? Perhaps it needed it to survive.
The upper components are interesting, a myriad of light and strange, flexible strings that came in different colours. You cut one of the strings. Immediately, a loud beeping sounds from inside the suit, near the faceplate.
You flip it over. There was a panel of green lights near the front edge of the faceplate, but now one of them was beeping red and the suit’s bright light had gone out. Red, that was a good thing, right? You eagerly cut away at the wires, the beeping growing incessantly loud.
“*This is Captain Leeds of the United Earth Space Command. We have determined that you are hostile. You will be exterminated. Go to hell.*”
Then the suit goes abruptly silent, as you cut the final string.
And behind you, you hear a loose rock crumble down the slope of the cave’s entrance.
Weighted boots create small mushroom clouds, much as the first creature had.
You feel an insane glee overcome you. There were more of them. You could continue your studies after all.
“What the hell? Is that Rosch? Holy fuck!”
You try to think of what the creature had said when it first entered the cave. It’s hard, because you’re not quite designed the same way as this creature. But you manage.
**“Man, this place is creepy as hell.”**
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How do these writing activities help students?
Primary students need explicit instruction on how to write sentences and use conjunctions correctly. This type of activity is scaffolded so students are given two sentences to begin with, as well as the conjunction to use when re-writing the sentence. This way students can practice different ways to combine the sentences correctly in a way that makes sense and is grammatically correct. As students work through these activities, they will become more confident in writing these
How do you use these in the classroom?
As with any writing activity, I begin by modeling how to complete these correctly after students learn about each conjunction and when/why we use it in our writing.
I like to have students practice combining these sentences with conjunctions orally before we practice writing them down! This can be done as a writing warm-up or as a whole-group lesson. Once students are familiar and comfortable doing this orally and have watched you model how to write these, then you can add them to a writing center for students to practice independently.
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- 50 unique half-page sentence combination sheets for students to use as practice with the following skills:
- Conjunction: and
- Conjunction: because
- Conjunction: but
- Conjunction: so
- Commas in a series
- 2 half-sheet recording pages for students to share their work. Each sheet is labeled with a number so you can ensure students did this correctly!
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During Reconstruction, freed slaves faced an uphill battle as they struggled to find their place within a hostile society.
Even though slavery ended with the passing of the Thirteenth Amendment—the first of the Reconstruction Amendments—freed slaves were still victims of the cruelty of racial discrimination. From 1865 to 1866, many southern states passed "Black Codes" or "Jim Crow Laws" to limit the freedom of African Americans. Under these codes, some states placed restrictions on the type of property free blacks could own. Anyone who broke the labor contract was subject to beatings, arrest, and forced labor.
The Fourteenth Amendment was passed in 1868 by Congress to counteract the "Black Codes." In its first section, it states:
Nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.
The Fifteenth Amendment was the final Reconstruction Amendment, and it guaranteed a person's right to vote. In its first section, it states:
The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.
These three amendments theoretically enabled African Americans to participate in social, economic, and political areas of society. For example, African American men served in public office, including the United States Senate and House of Representatives. However, the amendments also led to many whites' increased hostility toward black people.
White supremacists formed groups such as the Ku Klux Klan and terrorized those who opposed white authority. African Americans, Republican leaders, and white citizens were targets of the KKK. Segregation laws, disenfranchisement, and lynchings were predominant in the South. | EDUCATION |
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Mathematical inquiry processes: Verify a particular case; test other cases; generalise and prove. Conceptual field of inquiry: Equation of a circle; equations of perpendicular lines; mid-points of straight lines; solving simultaneous equations.
Kwadwo Okyere, a Lead Practitioner in London (UK), devised the prompt for his year 12 A-level class. The students had previously learned about:
Circle theorems (including the properties of chords);
The gradients of perpendicular lines; and
The standard and general forms of the equation of a circle.
Kwadwo explained that he wanted to see how the students worked on a prompt that was just above their current level of understanding. They had all the mathematical tools required to decide if the prompt was true or not, but as Professor Schoenfeld says here, “It’s not only what you know, but how you use it (if at all) that matters.”
Kwadwo encouraged the class to start with any three points on the coordinate grid to see if it was possible to find the equation of a circle that passed through all of them. If students required more structure, he suggested A(2,1), B(6,5) and C(10,3). One pair of students joined up the points to form a triangle and realised that the triangle was inscribed inside the circle. At this point, Kwadwo told them that such a circle, if it existed, was called a 'circumcircle'.
Another pair, following the lead of the first, realised the sides of the triangle were chords of the circle. They checked the circle theorems to remind themselves that the perpendicular bisector of a chord passes through the centre of a circle. They reasoned that if they knew the coordinates of the centre (or 'circumcentre'), then they could find the equation of the circle.
Now the whole class was engaged in the discussion about points A, B and C. The suggestion of finding a perpendicular bisector by construction was rejected for a more precise approach. If the equation of the chord and its midpoint were known, then the students could deduce the equation of its perpendicular bisector. At this point, Kwadwo split the class into three groups, giving each one a chord to work on and present their findings (see 'Mathematical notes' below).
Each group reported back. Having deduced the equations, one student reminded the class that all of them would pass through the centre of the circle. The centre could be found at their point of intersection. This time it was another student who divided up the tasks. Each of the three groups took responsibility for finding the point of intersection of two lines.
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Find the midpoints of two chords.
Find the gradient of the chords.
Using the the negative reciprocal of the gradient, find the perpendicular bisector of one of the chords.
Repeat the process for the other chord.
Find the point of intersection of the two perpendicular bisectors (the centre of the circle).
Work out the length of the radius.
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The neutron absorption reaction is the most important type of reaction that takes place in a nuclear reactor. The most important absorption reactions are divided by the exit channel into two following reactions:
- Radiative Capture. Most absorption reactions result in the loss of a neutron coupled with the production of one or more gamma rays. This is referred to as a capture reaction, and it is denoted by σγ.
- Neutron-induced Fission Reaction. Some nuclei (fissionable nuclei) may undergo a fission event, leading to two or more fission fragments (nuclei of intermediate atomic weight) and a few neutrons. In a fissionable material, the neutron may simply be captured, or it may cause nuclear fission. For fissionable materials, we thus divide the absorption cross-section as σa = σγ + σf.
Neutron Absorption Cross-section
The absorption cross-section represents the likelihood of a neutron absorption as σa. The relative likelihoods of an absorption reaction or a neutron scattering are represented by dividing the total cross-section into scattering and absorption cross-sections:
σt = σs + σa
Table of cross-sections.
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Subject-verb agreement is one of the fundamental grammar concepts taught in KS1 English classes. This concept refers to the concord between the subject and its corresponding verb in a sentence. In simple terms, the verb used in a sentence should match the subject to which it is referring in terms of number and tense.
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He furrowed his brow. "Why would I go through all the effort to make porn when I could just watch porn that someone else already made? What kind of stupid pitch is that?!"
In frustration from the interruption he tapped outside of the skip ad button, unintentionally opening the link. His laptop was getting a bit old so it ran as well as fish on land- he had to wait for the page to fully load before he could do anything. He tapped the back button but it was in the middle of loading so it didn't register any of his input. When it did load though, he furrowed his brow again when it was what looked like a survey- not what he expected from a link like that. It looked like some sort of test to see what sort of porn would be best for you, but he seen a lot of strange categories for fetishes he wouldn't have thought would be on there. There was even an option for 'multi'. Multi what? What does that even mean?! Julius hated using the track pad so he was scrolling using the touch screen- accidentally clicking some of the options as he tapped to stop scrolling. After a few minutes looking over the options out of curiosity and then hit back. There was a dialog box that popped up but he just hit ok and the screen blinked a moment and then it returned him to HornPub to resume finally. He assumed the dialog box was asking if he was sure he wanted to go back since that is usually what ad sites do. What it actually asked was; because he filled out some questions but did not fill in the entire form it asked if he wanted to submit it as-is. When the screen flashed it was an image that looked like a cross between a QR code and a spell circle, but because he had already hit back by the time it loaded, it only flashed on the screen too quickly for his eyes to pick up.
He was pent up, so it did not take him too long to work himself up. To avoid making a mess of the bed he made sure to lay fully back- planning to catch the load on his stomach for an easy cleanup. He came powerfully, but then as it was about to start to taper off there was another surge of pleasure, and it resumed strength! His balls felt warm and the pleasure echoed into them as they started to swell up! They got larger with every surge, and his cum became whiter and thicker- his prostate was no longer going at full tilt but his balls were. They became so large they filled all the spare room in his scrotum and then started to pull it smooth before they finally stopped- about the size of a softball each! His orgasm finally tapered off but he felt more pent up than ever! Julius' plan to control the mess failed spectacularly- he came about five times as much as usual so it filled his navel and then overflowed off either side of his body! He gawked at his balls in shock for several minutes, catching his breath from the powerful orgasm. What on earth happened?! His balls grew but his penis did not, so now it returned to a half-mast chub and rest comfortably on the divot between balls, on his disproportionately large scrotum like it was a pillow. He went to sit up and properly examine himself but groaned and fell back- his stomach felt unusually solid and tight. It was spreading too! He felt his stomach with his hand through the goopy mess and then the feeling fired up his arms! His skin felt taught. He held up an arm so the laptop screen back-lit it and could see the hairs on his arm regressing- not completely vanished, but almost. His hands felt so tight it almost hurt- like someone grabbed them and squeezed. He fought against the tightness and bent and flexed his fingers. When his eyes focused on the structure his heart skipped a beat! His nails were actually changing shape, becoming very narrow but more thick and long, looking like small claws! He turned the hand over and seen the skin on his palm was turning candy pink! He almost thought it was some sort of allergic reaction, but the pink skin wasn't itchy or sore. It started to swell larger at the base of his fingers and his hands stretched out a bit making them really look deformed for a moment. There was a strange inward pressure he could feel even in his bones. He went to flex his fingers again but the bones popped and clicked under the skin, causing his hands to jostle from the sudden movement inside! His fingers were getting shorter! The skin and muscle on them bunched up as the bones shortened, causing his digits to look quite fat and round. When it finally stopped he kept turning his hands over and over to try and figure them out. They were... paws! His thumb had regressed with his fingers so he could no longer hold objects properly! They looked really strange still because paws are generally covered in fur, and his were nude.
Julius immediately used his tiny claws to open up a video call with Jessica, not being able to think of anything else. Whatever was doing this to him was some sort of magic, but from where? And why? He knew almost nothing about magic himself but he knew allergic reactions don't swell limbs into a completely different, pre-existing shape. He managed to sit up- the tightness on his underside starting to fade again.
Jessica took her time answering but eventually picked up. "Hey big guy. Wait, is something wrong?" She dawned a half-smile and cocked her eyebrows. "Are you naked?"
"No, some- well yes I am, but something strange is happening!" He held his paw up for her to see the pads. Because it was devoid of fur it actually sort of still looked like a hand from the back. "Something is changing me! But I haven't used or been in contact with any spells! I just came straight home after work..."
She could tell by the tone of his voice he was a bit panicked so she made sure to remain composed to try and calm him. "Anything strange happen on the way back? Make any new enemies?"
Julius shook his head. "The only thing unusual that I can think of was some weird ad I clicked out of when I was... on a porn site. Y'know, because you aren't here to-"
"Yea, I gotcha." She thought quietly for several moments before speaking up again. "Was there a AD logo anywhere on the ad site you clicked?"
"AD? I don't know, I didn't really look at it well. The only reason I stayed as long as I did was because it had some weird fetish questionnaire."
"Arcane Digital is a company that has been trying to modernize old spells- like being able to take a picture with your phone of a runic array and then being able to activate the array using the digital photo. Stuff like that. The porn site you stumbled into may be a subsidiary of Arcane Digital."
"So by accidentally clicking on things I get transformed?"
"Hmm, yea, that is weird still. They would not just hand out transformations like that for free. Not that I really look into it, but I don't know of them making any ventures into the pornography industry so its possible the site is quite new. New site, new tech- new glitches. Because you clicked into and out of it quickly you may have glitched the system and unintentionally bought yourself a freebie."
"So if I go back and don't select anything, maybe I can glitch myself a return ticket?"
Jessica laughed. "Oh god that is a dumb idea. If anything, you will transform yourself even worse. Reversal spells as far as transformations go are pretty generic, so it won't be hard to find. If one doesn't work we just use another. It will just be a matter of figuring out if the transformation is form channeling, polymorphic, or shape shifting."
"W-well can you find the reversals for me?"
"Woah, woah. Slow down Jewels." Julius grunted- hating to be called that. "Is the transformation even complete? If you try to undo it before it finishes it will not work because it can only undo what has already been done- not what is in progress."
Julius looked himself over- only not noticing there was an odd ridge of flesh on his stomach and the skin under it and to the base of his dick seemed unusually thick- though still soft. Behind himself he had a thick but very short tail he could not identify with a species- likely because it was no where near fully grown. But it also wasn't changing sizes.
"I don't seem to be changing any more that I can tell..."
Jessica had a subdued smile on her face the whole time. "Mmmm, but you know what else? Looks like you came on yourself."
He turned back to the camera with red cheeks. "S-so what?"
"The areas changed the most are the parts that have cum on them. You clicked out so quickly it only had enough time to partially set up. I doubt it is done actually- but while the mana is in your body, the only part that was able to be shaped by the spell into something was in your nuts. And, well, your hands and belly now. You need to transfer the 'spell programming' to the rest of the energy in you to complete the change."
He gave her a tired expression. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"I mean eventually the energy will be circulated through your body naturally in your chakra but if you do that you are looking at a veeeeerrry slow process. So... yea, do those over sized nuts got any fuel left? Because you can't mix solids but fluids are easy to pass around."
Julius did feel tremendously pent up in spite of just blowing- likely an effect of the spell as well. Jessica assured him it would be fine, and started to unbutton her business attire. She was alone in her hotel room and almost giddy with anticipation to see just what her boyfriend had done to himself. Julius was still worried but seeing Jessica's reaction to it, and then her tits on cam, he calmed down considerably. Both of them shoved the laptops into the middle of the bed, between their spread legs and they both started to masturbate for each other. Jessica ended up nudging her laptop a bit closer to he could get a better view- she was very tall for a woman. Jessica told him to angle his hips up a little bit as he got into it. She could not help but grin at the sight of his balls bouncing up and down as he masturbated- because of their increased mass and volume they jiggled like water balloons! Normally they were covered with sparse hair, but were completely nude now, and his pubes normally trailed up to his navel but were now just a patch above his shaft. She also noticed better than he did- the tail was getting steadily longer as he masturbated. He had it to the side, so it was touching the cum that had run off onto the bed! The tail was both long and thick- neither could think of what it belonged to. It wasn't scaled so it wasn't reptilian. When she seen his paws she thought cat at first but a cat definitely doesn't have a tail like that- it also would have much larger claws, his are tiny. She could tell he was close with the urethral bulge stiffened in anticipation and the scrotum hugged the huge spheres closer. Just before he came she commanded him to give himself a facial! He would have argued, but had no time, and if her theory was right he would have to do it at some point anyway. He angled his hip up further and closed his eyes just in time for the repeated hot blasts of goo. Like the second stage of orgasm the first time- the cum was whiter than normal and thicker!
Julius moaned and put his butt back onto the bed and arched his chest forward from a surge of pleasure tingling through his chest and welling up, concentrating into his nipples! He did not even have the chance to wipe the cum off his face so he couldn't open his eyes- so only Jessica seen this development! As he squirmed his hair was also rapidly lengthening- so every movement he made caused more length to roll out from the rest bunched up under his head, but they were both concentrating on his chest at the moment. The few odd hairs around his nipples vanished the second liquid touched them as if it were acid. The normally dull red skin started to lighten into candy pink as the nipples stood in attention from the pleasure. Pain receptors converted to pleasure receptors, which was causing the pleasure jolts without anything actually touching him. They were basically turning into female nipples- to prepare for breast feeding, women have much less pain receptors in their nipples. The bumps on his areola grew and stiffened, but then the entire areola became puffy and lifted out into small domes, then bubbles of fat formed under it. The fat hills would be almost too small to notice if he was stationary, but their own growth caused them to wobble back and forth on his chest which made them more visibly obvious. They pushed out into domes too, and then the pleasure started to dull as the nerves finished changing. Julius started to wipe the cum from his eyes and was lowering his chest to rest properly on the bed again but immediately arched it back with another moan- his voice suddenly changing pitch to a gender neutral.
Mammary glands started to form inside the fat, increasing the rate of growth and also causing him random pleasure yet again from the development. The fat became more structured- a layer of muscle dug itself around the fat spheres to link the fat tissue with the surface skin to turn them from loose and wobbly to taught and jiggly. A tendon formed inside of the rib cage and linking to the back of the forming breast structure to help hold them up when standing. Dozens of tiny milk producing chambers formed, the milk veins digging through the fat to link all the chambers and then gather still further into the areola and nipple. By the time Julius could open his eyes he had C cup boobs jiggling on his chest, approaching Ds. When they originally formed they looked oddly far apart, but as they increased in size they space between quickly both shrank and became eclipsed by the inward curve of each boob. He groaned again but abruptly stopped and looked surprised as a hollow pop echoed from his throat! His adam's apple vanished! Julius' face scrunched up from unusual feelings and a mild aching pain in his skull! His cheek bones became more defined, the skin around his eyes firmed up more making his eyes slightly more narrow as his eyelashes increased in volume and length! His jaw bone gave off a brief painful snap and his chin became a bit sharper and his jaw much more narrow! Even as he wiped the cum off- his lips looked like a balloon someone blew a single deep breath into- almost immediately inflating and turned lighter but more vibrant in color- the same candy pink as his nipples! He had a woman's face!
When the changes slowed he sat up but still groaned and rubbed his head with one paw. "Something still wrong.."
"What is it?"
"I can... barely hear you over my own heart beat."
His heart was absolutely thundering in his ears, and he felt an odd dull ache in them as well. His ears felt very hot to the touch from increased blood flow! Unseen from the surface, muscle tissue branched and gathered into the base! The cartilage in his ears started to reform, stretching the skin around them as they became pointed- then longer and more narrow. Then his entire ears started to grow in size rapidly! It felt like someone pulling on them with a firm grip, but not hard enough to hurt. They started to wobble like trees about to fall over. Previously unused neurons in his brain started to fire connection signals to new muscle sinew in the sides of his head, and he gained control over the sway of the ears. The longer they got the more he could move them- rotate, lift, or lower. Because of his worry and the strangeness of the feelings his ears assumed a lowered position- sticking straight out from either side of his head which only emphasized their now huge size. Both in width and length, by the time his ears stopped growing they matched his forearms! The outer facing sides were regular toned skin, but the insides were candy pink like his lips and nipples- but slightly lighter tone.
Julius looked at his girlfriend confused and she pointed back. "Bunny!"
"A r-rabbit? I am turning into a rabbit? Why is my voice weird...?"
Jessica furrowed her brow a bit at his tail and he followed her gaze, noticing for the first time how large his tail became! It was easily four feet long and pretty thick- he had full control over it. That was absolutely not a rabbit tail. Whatever he was turning into wasn't taking traits from a single source- because his ears and paws looked like a perfect match for a nude bunny, but the tail wasn't, and rabbits don't have boobs.
Jessica also noticed he was panting. "Still changing?"
He just nodded, staying silent a moment. "My entire head is pulsing."
"The programming would have transferred, so the problem might just be a lack of flow to the energy. You shouldn't need to blast yourself in the face again- those changes will progress automatically just by doing... well anything. But since you need more cum, it will do it when you resume masturbating. How long do you think you will need?"
Julius was still looking his changes over in a daze. "I feel pent up still." He grabbed the little loose skin his scrotum still had at the top and pulled his nuts up to get a better look at them- they looked a tiny bit bigger. "They still feel full. Given the nature of the site- I probably can't empty out, so I can keep doing more 'money shots'."
"Well your shaft itself might start to chafe if you go too hard. Not that you lack lube, heh."
He glared at her chuckle. "Glad you are still amused."
"Very. You look adorable. Might as well enjoy it Julius! It isn't going to hurt you, and you accidentally got this experience you would most assuredly have to pay for normally. Have fun! It's hot."
"Its also random- because I have no idea what I selected."
"Eh. Its a porn site- its not like they would have harmful changes. All of the options are going to be something at least someone considers hot."
Julius went to the bathroom to take a quick break and wash some of the cum off himself. He needed to get something to drink- he was ejecting a lot of fluid from his body so dehydration was definitely a thing. Jessica wished she had brought one of her toys on the trip now. She kept her hand on her pussy even while he was gone but only lightly pet it till he returned to her view. By the time he returned to the bed it was obvious his hair was still growing out! Formerly short and bristly, his honey colored hair grew into violently wavy hair by the time it passed his mid back, and now long enough to touch his butt it formed giant curls at the ends- so if you pulled it straight it would be even longer! Jessica would have thought he was turning into a woman, but his balls had grown in size if anything and the changes had no influenced the size of his penis one way or the other. If he was fully turning female his genitals would have turned FIRST because they are ground zero for the spell. Jessica laughed as he had trouble trying to figure out what to do with his hair so it wouldn't get in the blast zone- since it would be the hardest thing to clean. She just suggested he pull it back and pin it in place with the pillows for now since he had no hair ties and didn't want to spend the time trying to learn how to braid it.
Jessica also noticed his dick was leaking pre pretty consistently. Julius said there was a bit of a strange feeling, like a pressure building up. He was likely producing cum so readily that it does not stop even after his body's ability to store it ran out- it was like a dam ready to burst, the pressure was the abundance of cum trying to force its way out without the passage opening up. Because of this, the moment he touched his dick to resume his show for Jessica, he flinched and shivered in pleasure. The more you have sex the easier it is to do it often, and the body tends to get greedy- but everything is super enhanced in him right now and so is that effect. A spell like this wouldn't be a sustainable form for any length of time because it would eventually come to a head, where as soon as he finishes one orgasm his body demands the next and traps him in an increasingly short period of downtime between one orgasm and the next. If the spell wasn't set up right, it could REALLY get out of hand to the point where he rolls from one to the next climax- and then its just one, and then the jets last longer and the gap between pulses shorten. Ultimately leaving him with one unending orgasm, and one unending stream of cum. Jessica of course never mentioned it to him because it would just worry him, and he was already stressed over a situation that would likely not hurt him at all. But in the very unlikely situation it did trap him in a state like that- its possible he just pops like a balloon. If the orgasms kept overlapping like that he would eventually be producing more cum than his urethra is large enough to eject, so he would inflate with his own backed up load even as he was ejecting it.
It did not take long at all for him to get off- and he was producing so much pre in the meantime there was already a small puddle of fluids between his legs! The first few shots landed on his body before he pushed his dick back more as it continued firing and splattered his legs. He groaned and squirmed again as changes took him, but this time all over. Not only where he directed the cum but instigated changes in other places that were not finished now progressed further. He covered his face his his paws at the pressure and involuntary twitches in his facial muscles. Whiskers became visible- rigid enough to force their way out between his digits. The bones in his face started to snap and crack- inaudible outwardly, the sound was very loud to him since it was inside his own head. The pink coloration started to bleed up from his lips as the upper lip became slightly cleft. The entire end of his nose turned neon pink! He groaned as his teeth ached, being forced to shift slightly over through his gums as the front two teeth increased in size greatly! They became so big his lips barely contained them at all even when his mouth was fully closed! Yup, that is a rabbit face. The bridge of his nose started to angle outward a bit more as the curve of his upper jaw advanced forward- making the transition between forehead and the bridge of his nose vanish into a single curve. It sounded like someone was injecting helium into his lungs as his increasingly rapid and desperate moans continued to climb in pitch- voice shifting from gender neutral to woman, to little girl territory.
The ridge on his lower gut became more pronounced and the skin under it thickened. Two pink dots appeared on his lower chest in the shadow of his breasts and started to spread into circles. His thighs started to bulge- huge muscle groups shifting and swelling below the surface as they grew tremendously- which also made his ass increasingly huge and round. His butt growing so greatly raised his hips into the air and put a steeper curve in his lower back- which gave the base of his tail more wiggle room, so it started to flick around randomly from the feelings too. His feet were growing tremendously- in both size and length. His toes became fatter but unlike a bunny paw, they also got a bit longer. He let go of his face to grab the bed under him on either side and his body arched- tensed from all the feelings overwhelming him! His ball felt pent up again and started to slowly get even bigger! There was a loud audible pop from his face as the cartilage in his nose ruptured and his voice did a full 180! He went from high pitch to booming, startling himself so much he cut off his own moans to think about what just happened. His nostrils expanded massively with each deep breath, expanding his nose to easily double the width, though the end remained bright pink. Two spots on his head rapidly lost coloration as the blood redirected. The spots grew quickly into two small hills and then sharpened to the point they broke the skin- revealing two... sort-of horns. They were more like two super squished cones in shape. They only stuck out a half inch at most and were about as wide as they are long. Only one species in him out of the four had horns- so they were repressed.
He looked at his feet when it finally stopped and wiggled his toes. The claws on his toes unlike his hands were large and thick- like grey spikes. As Julius tried to sit up, he placed on hand on his stomach to feel the ridge and startled himself enough to fall back into a full laying position when he accidentally put his hand inside of himself!
Jessica smiled timidly, understanding his confusion. "You might want to open the face-cam on your laptop to look at yourself. It looks like you might be a three-way split. Or four if you retain human features."
When he did, the first thing he noticed was the C cup breasts wedged against the bottom curve of his DD cup breasts! The pink circles that formed were a second set of areola! Once they puffed out enough the nipples popped outward, and then the breasts formed. He then gently touched the ridge on his gut and slid his fingers inside. It was moist. Even more- there was four pink bumps inside.
"Whut thu heck...?" His now deep voice had a bit of trouble pronouncing- it was turning bovine.
"Kangaroo. It's a pouch. Basically a secondary womb on the outside- kids are born still in embryo stage so they cannot survive exposed to the outside world. So they are born into the pouch where they continue to develop- there should be another set of nipples in there."
"Two..."
"Oh. Well, there should only be one for a kangaroo, haha. It looks like you are part rabbit, part cow, part kangaroo. What a bizarre blend. Wonder what the heck it thought your preferences were to give you those. I mean cow is obvious, rabbit is a bit weirder... kangaroo? What the heck do those three animals have in common?"
That was why his tail was so large as well- kangaroo use their long tails as a counter balance to their naturally forward leaned posture. Julius already forced himself into a sitting position and had his hand on his genitals again. He felt just as pent up, and because of that his body never settled down from the sexual high of the last orgasm, making him quite desperate to get off and clear his head- not to mention finish the changes so he could revert them. With one hand cradling soft heavy balls the size of huge oranges each, the other on his still perfectly normal sized penis, it did not take long to ramp up his pleasure. Jessica was gripping one breast with her hand and rolling it, the other was on her hot moist vulva, enjoying the show. Because he had already essentially spread the programming everywhere already- anything he did at this point would cause the changes to progress. He could get up and jog on the spot and finish the changes that way- but since the spell made him forever full to the brim he was getting off. Getting off watching his girlfriend get off to him changing. She loved the way his rabbit eats folded down, cupped against the billowing curtain of honey colored hair, making him look all cute and innocent. It almost felt like an orgasm rushing up his shaft- the subtle pleasure in his torso that got increasingly powerful the further toward the front it got. His torso started to squirm under the overdose of pleasure as it became very powerful as it entered the base of his breasts, and then got even stronger toward the nipples! All four of his breasts started to grow even bigger, and the areola became large round and puffy again- swallowing the nipples! The nipples completely inverted for a moment vanishing in the areola before the pleasure forced them erect and they practically launched back out- now the size of a thumb each- teats! His entire gut felt like a gigantic pleasure zone as the skin started to turn pink and puff up like an allergic reaction! White hairs started to sprout on the backs of his hands and ears now forming a layer of dense but short fur.
Julius could see his feet reaching higher into the air- becoming incredibly long. His little toe equalized with his big one, but then the remaining three grew without shifting the position of the joints- causing the three to grow together and merge into a single gigantic toe. Twice as wide as the others and easily three times as long with a large spike-like claw. A kangaroo foot, but a bit longer than even a kangaroo foot would be, having taken minor aspects from rabbit. He let go of his genitals and arched his body steeply as his lower gut expanded massively in size- the pleasure nerves multiplying became too strong and he hit climax without touching his dick again! As he erupted streamers of cum that came dangerously close to hitting the laptop, his pink lower gut evolved milk ducts as the fat expanded. Four spots turned to nipples, turned to teats. The four teats fattened and then rose upward on hills of plush fat, then mammary glands and thumb-thick milk veins sped the expansion. Two muscle ribs formed to pull the expanding mass into four sections- one for each teat as it grew bigger and heavier! The upper curve of the growing udder brushed his now G cup sized lower breasts, which shoved his upper breasts into his face in this sitting position, almost enough to block his breathing! His upper breasts were beyond any reasonable bra size- the curvature of the massive things wider than his actual torso. On a regular human torso he would be incapable of standing with those- his spine just couldn't do it. Never mind the smaller set below that, and the udder below THOSE.
His penis never stopped drooling- once the orgasm tapered off the pleasure of the growing udder was still so strong he was steadily heading toward another orgasm- completely hands-free. Julius was forced to struggle to get up onto his feet and stand on the bed, because all his tits were fighting each other for room. His four breasts had stopped growing by now, but the udder did not- and it was large enough that he could not bend his torso at all without shoving them all together. Julius could not even move his arms forward without touching his breasts. He lifted his arms into the horizontal cleavage between breast sets and tried to reach the nipples at the fronts to grab onto- but he could barely reach because of how large around the curvature was. He was going to squish the surface inward to force the nipple closer to his hand instead but flinched when his shoulder blades popped, and his arm socket rotated! Both rabbits and kangaroo have very forward oriented shoulder joints to give their front legs powerful driving strength- for Julius, it meant his arms could not reach further out, allowing him to grab the fronts of his tits! The fur forming on his paws spread, but as it did black spots started to form, breaking up the otherwise white fur. A spot covering his left eye and a third of his entire face, another on his left shoulder and right forearm. Rabbits and cows both come in spotted variety. Rabbit fur trailed around his hair because it was the longest, this continued on the back of his neck, but most of the rest of his body had fur more like a cow or kangaroo, which is very short and sometimes barely noticeable as fur in the first place. The vertebrae in his spine started to groan like straining tree bark- especially toward the lower back they grew massively in size. This was similar for a cow spine- but even more so for a kangaroo; their lower vertebrae are gigantic. His shins started to grow longer, causing him to wobble quite a bit on the already not stable bedding. His hips popped and reshaped- looking boxy like a cows! This caused his tail bone to angle MUCH higher up, also lifting the curvature of his huge round butt cheeks and even pulling his genitals back a bit- giving them more breathing room under the growing pouch. Rather than try to flop between his legs and tug on the upper skin of the udder- his udder was cradled in his pouch! The pouch stretched over the lower curve of the udder up to the lower set of teats- acting like a biological bra! Thanks to the pouch holding it up- Jessica could still watch his now soccer ball sized balls wobbling between his legs- barely high enough to clear the bed, rippling like full water balloons. She started to speed up her own masturbation, both because his transformation must be near completion, but also because it was just too hot to resist. The fur finally finished covering his entire form. His legs got weak from pleasure and he shoved his tail down into the bed hard to hold himself up with it. He started to straighten his back- straining against the weight of all the tits. Beads of white started to form on all eight teats.
"Oohuuu~ I... am gunnuh burst... mouuu~!" Several thin streams per teat erupted milk from his breasts and udder, and a half second later his balls started bouncing around in his scrotum wildly as thick ropes of cum fired all over the bed!
Jessica's hand buzzed over her pussy at the speed of a hummingbird's wings and she let out her own shrill cry of pleasure and climaxed- her juices flying toward the camera as well. Julius wobbled in place for over a minute with a shocked look on his face. The pleasure explosion probably wiped every conscious thought in his head. He slowly looked down at himself, having to use his hands to divide his breasts far enough to look at much other than their upper curve. His ears lifted up and rotated to the laptop at the sound of Jessica giggling.
"Well, it seems done anyway Jewels. I can turn you back now. Since it seems to have affected your pleasure nerves I really doubt it is a shape shift. That leaves polymorph or a form channel. I doubt they have an entire fricken zoo at their disposal so I seriously doubt its a form channel. So- I will just do a quick search for a polymorph dispel. Just... I dunno, pull a box out of the recycling and throw that on the floor and write the spell circle on that with a sharpie or something. We don't have chalk at the house and I doubt you want to run to a store looking like that." Jessica huffed as she sent him a link to an image of the circle he needed to make. "I REALLY wish I had been there for that. At least I got to watch, hehehe~"
He shook his head at her. "Glad you enjoyed it so much." He groaned a bit, shuffling his footing. "I still feel so incredibly full."
Jessica could see an almost constant stream of pre oozing out of his penis. It may just have been the poor lighting in that room but it also looked a bit milky to her; like small amounts of cum were escaping- the pressure having gotten great enough to force its way out. She may have been right about the improper virility spell causing him to overproduce. It still wasn't really a problem though- he is already fully changed which means he can turn back, long, long before his cum production and hormones go super critical. Julius went to take a step and wobbled. Then tried again and had to steady himself on the head of the bed with his hand. His feet were so huge he did not know how to walk anymore! Julius instead had to use the springy bed to his advantage and did a little hop over to the side of the bed, and at that sight Jessica laughed so suddenly and sharply she startled him.
Jessica immediately pointed at him through the camera. "THAT'S WHAT ALL THOSE FORMS DO!"
"H-huh?"
"You bounce! Your entire body is almost nothing but fat, jiggly bits! Your balls, your udder, your tits- you're all bounce, and unless you go extremely slow, you are incapable of moving at all without jumping- which puts your entire body into a jiggling fit!"
Julius refused, but Jessica was absolutely insistent- demanding she allow him to let her record a short clip. She wanted him to jump in place on the solid floor so she could make a gif animation that loops infinitely of him jiggling all over the place. Julius even hung up on her video call to get her to stop asking and she called right back and it did not stop ringing till he accepted again and she resumed begging him to do it. He finally did it for her placing the laptop on the night stand and then hopping on the floor beside the bed. He stopped quickly after the first hop and had an absentminded look on his face. The jump caused all his tits to collide with one another. Taught, full, soft flesh rubbing and bouncing off each other's surfaces. His heavy balls swinging around in the scrotum. The giant load trying to force its way out of him. The stream of pre was interrupted by a few spurts that actually projected it out from his dick. He tried to steady himself but there was so much jiggling mass it kept wobbling and jostling for a half minute. Jessica was glad she kept recording- she could tell by the look in his eyes he was teetering on the edge. He took a half-step to turn around and that caused his balls to wobble, sending pleasure through his groin. He gasped at the feeling and bent over a bit, which caused all hits tits to smush together. His teats all pulsed a moment as his balls clenched and swelled a bit bigger still and he absolutely exploded cum. This orgasm lasted even longer than the others- like she theorized- each was longer than the last and easier to achieve. He raised and lowered himself in semi-jumps with his legs to collide all his tits, this time for his own pleasure to keep the orgasm flowing for as long as possible. When he finally settled down he grunt in frustration at Jessica, looking intently at him with a goofy grin.
"I am ending the call and getting rid of this ridiculous form now."
"See you in three days~. Maybe bookmark that site for me." | STORY |
Comparing with Symbols
This worksheet is centered on comparing mixed numbers using cross multiplication. A mixed number is a combination of a whole number and a fraction. The provided example shows how to compare two mixed numbers by first comparing the whole numbers and then using cross multiplication for the fractional parts if the whole numbers are equal. The worksheet contains sixteen problems in which students are to determine which of two mixed numbers is larger by applying this method.
The worksheet aims to teach students a systematic approach to comparing mixed numbers, a fundamental skill in mathematics. It instructs students to first look at the whole number portion of the mixed numbers and then, if those are the same, to apply cross multiplication to the fractional parts. This method avoids the need for finding a common denominator, simplifying the process of comparison. The practice is designed to help students become more proficient with mixed numbers and prepare them for more complex operations involving these types of numbers. | EDUCATION |
Task 202 ... Years 2 - 8
SummaryAny of the rods in the collection can be the whole, but the starting point example uses the brown one. A mat is made of other rods that fit the whole and are all the same colour. Now the fraction relationship of each colour rod to the whole can be worked out and from that a huge number of fraction stories (equations) can be derived. Students quite naturally find equivalent fractions and operate using fractions. Recording and explaining is essential.
Rod Mats is the starting point for all of the slide shows on the Picture Puzzles Number & Computation C menu where the problem is presented using one screen, two learners, concrete materials and a challenge. The five puzzles use five different wholes which between them include families of fractions based around 8ths, 9ths, 10ths, 15ths and 18ths. You can also read the story of how one teacher used the 10ths Picture Puzzle (Orange is whole) in a Year 6 class.
Teachers wishing to build a curriculum unit around Fractions are likely to find Nichola Brandon's article Fractions In Action worth researching.
IcebergA task is the tip of a learning iceberg. There is always more to a task than is recorded on the card.
The thrust of this task is the generation of mathematical conversation about fractions in a visual and kinaesthetic context. Spoken words are converted to written words and written words are converted to symbols. The task first highlights that in order to use fraction language in a situation you must:
Note: Over time, encouraging the writing sequence of:Since fractions make no sense without the whole, in Question 3 students would need to either state that brown is the whole or include it in their drawings, something like:
One way to work out subtraction is to place the 'take away rods' on top of the 'starting rods', then measure the uncovered space. So this diagram shows:
The answers to Questions 4 and 5 depend on the students' choices, so will vary. Questions 6 and 7 open the iceberg of this task. Any rod (or collection of rods, for example blue joined to dark green) can be the whole. Each new whole produces a new rod mat and a new discussion and recording session. Over time, students' understanding of fractions and facility with fraction operations develops soundly.
This task is a partner with Task 203 Make The Whole.
Whole Class InvestigationTasks are an invitation for two students to work like a mathematician. Tasks can also be modified to become whole class investigations which model how a mathematician works.
This task can only be converted to a whole class investigation if you have a rod set for each pair. Once you have the resources it may be best to use the activity for a few minutes each day two or three times a week over several weeks. Just choose a different whole each day then:
Threading the activity through the curriculum in this way is more reflective both of the history of how fractions developed and were understood and the view that learners need time and challenging experiences to construct their own learning.
The activity can work well in groups of 3 or 4 with one set of rods, poster paper and felt markers. Teams choose a whole and write it on their poster (eg: Dark Green is whole). Then they make the rod mat and if there is enough time can also sketch the rod mat - no colouring in, just hatching, or initials for the colours. Teams are then given say 10 minutes to record all the equations they can find. Groups swap posters and check and discuss each others' work. Posters can be displayed and used for small group or whole class discussions with the teacher.
For more ideas and discussion about this investigation, open a new browser tab (or page) and visit Maths300 Lesson 144, Rod Mats. Also Maths300 Lesson 191, Fractions & Fraction Charts, is concrete, visual and language-based. In particular, the software presents symbolic challenges which can be worked out with materials or with a 'brain picture', by seeking the whole in the way experienced both in Rod Mats and Lesson 191.
Is it in Maths With Attitude?Maths With Attitude is a set of hands-on learning kits available from Years 3-10 which structure the use of tasks and whole class investigations into a week by week planner.
The Rod Mats task is an integral part of:
The Rod Mats lesson is an integral part of: | EDUCATION |
[dcms-dev] MY INHERITANCE
Date:May 16,2002.
Email:edum@hkem.com.
Dear Sir,
I am Mr.Eduado de Mello, one of the Principal
Commanders of the Union for the Total Independence of
Angola,UNITA.Well needless telling a very long story
here for our story is indeed interwoven with the
history of the world and the liberation struggle in
the Southern African region of the African continent.
The bubble burst just about some weeks ago today when my supreme
commander, the late Dr.Jonas Savimbi was killed in an
encounter with the government forces of the MPLA
government of my country.The rest is now history but
suffice it to say that I am tired of the unfortunate
role of waging a war against my fatherland.I have
therefore decided to pull out my troupes from the bush
even if the other field commanders decide otherwise am
therefore poised to effect a new beginning in my life
and I have decided to make South Africa my new home at
least for the interim period until I am sufficiently
sure that I would be welcome home whole heartedly by
the MPLA government in Luanda the capital of Angola.
Needles to say I was the single most important
commander who was very close to the late supreme
commander; Dr.Jonas Savimbi.Indeed because I am a
brother to one of his wives,he confided in me a great
deal.The result of such trust is my reason for
contacting you I was the commander whom he sent to
deposit the sum of Thirty two million USD ($32million)
with a security/finance company in South Africa.This
was immediately after the events of September 11,2001
in the United States of America.Indeed it had become
increasingly difficult to move large volumes of money
around the world particularly for a liberation
movement like UNITA hence the recourse to keeping the
money with the security company in South Africa. I
have decided to inherit this money which was taken out
and deposited with the said security/finance company
as cash in Hundred dollar denominations.The money is
kept in my signature and would have been used in the
purchase of arms and ammunition for the purposes of
continuing the civil war in Angola.The supreme
commander is dead and as already stated I have decided
to quite the whole thing and this is without regard to
the fact that other commanders may wish to continue !
I want to cooperate with you in my decision to inherit
the $32million.I am still in the bush here but I have
been able to establish contact with the company in
South Africa to the effect that I would soon come to
take possession of the money that I kept with them.
Note also that I deposited the money as a foreign
national who is the head of a Mining company in Angola
(Never as a commander of UNITA). If you are able to
cooperate with me over this am willing to give you 20%
of the $32million.Please come back to me through
email: edum@hkem.com.The security/finance
company is standing by to receive my instructions on
this and I will link you up with them as soon as you
are ready to take possession of the $32million.
Finally you are to note that in you reply, you are to
state your residential or company address and if
possible send a copy of your international passport so
as to assure me that my money is safe in your hands.
Yours truly,
Eduado de Mello
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During the 1950s and 1960s, the civil rights movement fought for social justice, primarily for black Americans to achieve equal legal rights in the United States. The Civil War officially ended slavery, but not discrimination facing the black community. They proceeded to sustain the overwhelming impacts of racism, notably in the South. Black Americans grew tired of prejudice and violence against them. Along with several white Americans, they assembled and launched a unique battle for equality that crossed two decades.
During Reconstruction, black individuals held leadership roles. They took public office, desiring equality and voting rights. The effort of the Reconstruction from 1865 to 1877, following the Civil War, was to restore the unity of Southern states from the Confederacy and four million recently freed slaves into America.
The 14th Amendment to the Constitution gave black Americans legal and equal security in 1868, and the 15th Amendment allowed them the right to vote in 1870. Yet, various white Americans were troubled that those they had once controlled were now on a sort of level playing field.
To diminish blacks, separate them from whites, and erase Reconstruction progress, “Jim Crow” laws were built in the South starting in the late 19th century. Black individuals were prohibited from accessing the same towns or schools as whites. Interracial marriage was illegal. Because they could not pass literacy tests for voting, nearly all black people could not vote.
These laws were not adopted in the northern states. However, blacks nevertheless encountered discrimination at work or in attempts to buy a house or receive an education. In some states, laws passed that limited voting rights for black individuals.
In 1896 when the U.S. Supreme Court affirmed in Plessy v. Ferguson that facilities for white and black people could be “separate but equal,” southern segregation gained ground.
Although all United States citizens attained voting rights, various southern states caused difficulty for black Americans. They often ordered people of color to pass confusing literacy voter tests that were misleading and included difficult questions.
Showing dedication to the civil rights movement and the minimization of racial strains in the South, Eisenhower’s administration pressed the U.S. Congress to recognize new civil rights legislation.
The Civil Rights Act of 1957 was signed into law by President Eisenhower on September 9, 1957. Since Reconstruction, this act was the first significant civil rights legislation that allowed the federal prosecution of individuals who attempted voting prevention. It also generated a commission to review voter fraud.
The Civil Rights Act of 1964—legislation launched by President John F. Kennedy prior to his assassination—was signed into law by President Lyndon B. Johnson on July 2, 1964. The act declared equal employment for all, constrained voter literacy tests, and granted federal authorities the right to ensure public facilities were integrated.
Advancing the Civil Rights Act of 1964, President Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act of 1965 into law on August 6, 1965, which banned the voter literacy tests and granted federal examiners in particular voting jurisdictions. The act also let the attorney general contest local and state poll taxes, resulting in the taxes later being pronounced unconstitutional in 1966 in the case of Harper v. Virginia State Board of Elections.
The Civil Rights Act of 1968, or the “Fair Housing Act,” presented equal housing opportunities regardless of national origin, creed, or race. It also illegalized the interference of housing opportunities and rights.
The Black Lives Matter movement protests following the police killings of Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, and Ahmaud Arbery remind Margaret Burnham of 1968. Back then, the public response to the murder of Martin Luther King Jr., coupled with continuous civil rights and Vietnam War protests, drove America further into division and turmoil.
Burnham is a respected university professor of law at Northeastern University School of Law and the director of the Civil Rights and Restorative Justice Project.
“This is taking place in a world that is not only deeply fractured, but also deeply fragile because of the coronavirus, the economic crisis that makes the country look a little bit like 1929, and the existential threat of climate change,” Burnham stated. “It’s everything collapsing all around us.
“People who are taking to the streets are doing so not just because they never thought they would see a lynching played out on video,” she says of Floyd, who died at the hands of a Minneapolis police officer. “But it’s also because they sense that there is no real plan either to face and defeat the virus or to acknowledge and defeat the pandemic of racism in this country.
“This is what has led to the frustration, as it has in the past.”
Founded in 2013, Black Lives Matter was born in response to Trayvon Martin’s murderer’s acquittal. Black Lives Matter Foundation, Inc has a mission “to eradicate white supremacy and build local power to intervene in violence inflicted on Black communities by the state and vigilantes.”
The new movement is powerful yet scattered, linked by the force of social media. A Twitter hashtag can link the fates of those shot by police, transcending locational boundaries and time zones. A publicly shared Facebook post can plan protests or gatherings.
Young activists are, at times, cautious of being named “the new civil rights movement” because the label cripples the traumatic reality of what is being faced by black Americans and also because the new movement has not matured.
“Social media plays a big part in everything. I find out information, I put it on Twitter, it starts trending the more people talk about it, and then the institutions start feeling the pressure,” Kwame Rose, a young Baltimore civil rights protester, says.
Kwame’s father taught him at a young age about civil rights history. Now, he understood he was battling the same fight. Kwame quotes James Baldwin by explaining: “To be black and conscious in America is to be in a constant state of rage.”
“I see what’s being done, and I’m mad about it,” he proclaimed.
Divisions are reasonable as a movement develops. Alicia Garza, a co-founder of Black Lives Matter, reveals how the organization has been pieced apart by groups who have sought to modify the movement’s message to declare that “All Lives Matter.”
“The reality, of course, is that they do,” she responds, “but we live in a world where some lives matter more than others. ‘All Lives Matter’ effectively neutralizes the fact that its black people who are fighting for their lives right now.
“I have to be honest, I feel like I live in a constant state of rage, and I think a lot of black people do… It’s more than depressing to me. It makes me angry, particularly when people try to deny it’s happening.”
George Floyd lived as a 46-year-old dad, spending most of his life in Houston, Texas. Charged in 2007 with armed robbery, Floyd engaged in a home invasion in Houston. In 2009, he began a plea deal sentencing him to five years in prison. Several years later, Floyd sought a fresh start. Unemployed, he moved to Minneapolis to attain work, settling down as a truck driver and bouncer. Before the man’s death, he worked as a security guard at Conga Latin Bistro, an American Latin restaurant, in the city. However, due to the COVID-19 stay-at-home orders, he was left unemployed.
Officers responded to a call on May 25 from a store worker who claimed Floyd used a fake $20 bill to purchase cigarettes. The store’s owner Mike Abumayyaleh told a news source that Floyd regularly came to the store and never caused issues.
On June 1, a medical examiner listed Floyd’s death as a homicide, stating that his heart ceased as the police pressed on his neck and held him.
According to information from the Hennepin County Medical Examiner’s Office, the cause of death was noted as “cardiopulmonary arrest complicating law enforcement subdual, restraint and neck compression.”
“[Floyd] experienced a cardiopulmonary arrest while being restrained by law enforcement officer(s),” it concluded. Listed under “other significant conditions,” the office stated Floyd suffered from heart disease and hypertension. Also recorded were fentanyl intoxication and the recent use of methamphetamine. These determinants were not classified under Floyd’s cause of death.
A separate autopsy sent for Floyd’s family also described his death as a homicide, concluding that asphyxiation due to back and neck compression was the cause of death. The autopsy found the compression stopped blood flow to his brain and made it impossible for Floyd to breathe.
Derek Chauvin, Thomas Lane, J.Alexander Kueng, and Tou Thao were the four Minneapolis officers who were present when Floyd was restrained. Chauvin was seen in the viral footage kneeling on the man’s neck.
Chauvin, charged with third-degree murder and second-degree manslaughter, and his undesirable act of restraint triggered protests across the world, later receiving a charge increase to second-degree murder.
The other three police officers were fired the day following his death. Not initially charged, the three are now charged with second-degree manslaughter and aiding and abetting second-degree murder.
Hundreds of individuals engulfed the streets of the same crime scene on Tuesday to protest Floyd’s death. Shouts of “I can’t breathe,” echoed.
“We’re here to let them know this can’t be tolerated, there will be severe consequences if they continue to kill us this will not go on another day,” one demonstrator declared.
At approximately 6 P.M., the rally transformed into a journey towards the 3rd Precinct. Individuals began rioting, vandalizing the building and squad cars, and breaking windows.
“It’s real ugly. The police have to understand that this is the climate they have created, this is the climate they created,” another protester responded.
Officers subsequently appeared in riot gear, hurling tear gas and flash grenades as protesters threw rocks, water bottles, and more items at the Minnesota officers. The violent crowd was measured in the hundreds.
Police published the identities of the four officers involved in the death of Floyd: Derek Chauvin, Thomas Lane, J.Alexander Kueng, and Tou Thao.
President Joan Gabel of the University of Minnesota proclaimed they would no longer contract with the police department for law enforcement support during significant events or for specialized services.
George Floyd’s death remained under investigation by the Hennepin County Medical Examiner.
Communities requested charges against the four police officers after they were fired Tuesday.
With remains of burned cars and buildings, vandalized businesses, and fires still ablaze in cities across America, firefighters and police worked tirelessly to remain order and safety.
President Donald Trump responded fiercely to the third evening of looting and rioting on Thursday.
“These THUGS are dishonoring the memory of George Floyd, and I won’t let that happen,” President Trump tweeted.
Various businesses were set ablaze by rioters attacking the 3rd Precinct. Jacob Frey, Minneapolis Mayor, announced it was his arrangement for police to evacuate the precinct, indicating danger.
“The symbolism of a building cannot outweigh the importance of lives of our officers or the public, we could not risk serious injury to anyone,” Frey stated. “Brick and mortar is not as important as life.”
Derek Chauvin, the officer who knelt on George Floyd’s neck, was arrested on May 29.
With strong ties to the neighborhood, Ellen Vanden Branden and Erin Horvath voluntarily helped to sweep charred wood, broken glass, and other debris outside of a burnt-out building on East Lake Street in Minneapolis on Friday, May 29.
Protesters erected a barricade, blocking traffic on I-35W on Friday, and attempted to pull items from the back of a UPS truck.
Three people were shot, and one individual died among protests in Indianapolis on Saturday. One officer sustained injuries.
Kyle O. and Andy Murphy of Boy Scout Troop 196, worked to clear debris outside of a store near the 5th Police Precinct in Minneapolis after another evening of riots on Saturday.
Multiple Seattle police cars were set on fire as the riots raged. Near Westlake Center, reporters filmed vehicles on fire beginning at approximately 4:00 P.M. local time.
A Los Angeles Police Department kiosk burned in The Grove shopping center.
Andrew Johnson helped to clean a looted Target store on Sunday. He responded, “It was destroying me to see the community like this, so I wanted to do something.”
A National Guard soldier, along with residents, helped clean up wreckage at a fast-food restaurant that was destroyed in the Minneapolis riots.
At least 25 cities in 16 states had imposed curfews. The National Guard had also appeared in about 12 states and the District of Columbia.
During protests on Sunday, Lexington, Kentucky, officers clad in riot gear knelt and prayed with protesters, even embracing the demonstrators.
According to department spokeswoman Brenna Angel, following the protesters' urge for officers to kneel, Lexington Police Chief Lawrence Weathers first took a knee.
“It was a beautiful thing,” youth activist Devine Carama informed CNN.
Over the death of George Floyd, the state of Minnesota filed a charge against the Minneapolis Police Department. It would investigate engagement in discriminatory practices.
Hennepin County District Attorney Mike Freeman and Attorney General Keith Ellison announced a charge of second-degree murder had been filed against Chauvin in addition to previous charges. The three former officers involved were charged and taken into custody.
Washington, D.C., named a road, painting "Black Lives Matter" on the street leading to the White House.
In Seattle, protesters forced police out of an entire neighborhood block.
On Monday, the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ) or the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest (CHOP) was born.
The stand-off resulted from a confrontation with police after several tries at containing the area.
A Rhode Island school teacher, along with two individuals, were arrested after vandalizing a statue of Columbus. The three were charged with conspiracy and desecration of a grave/monument.
Hundreds of people marched on Friday in observance of Juneteenth, which "commemorates the U.S. abolition of slavery under President Abraham Lincoln’s 1863 Emancipation Proclamation, belatedly announced by a Union army in Galveston, Texas, on June 19, 1865, after the Civil War ended."
Emotions soared in Atlanta, where Rayshard Brooks was shot dead by a policeman at a fast-food restaurant on June 12. The Atlanta policeman was fired and charged with murder.
Mark and Patricia McCloskey, a St. Louis couple, are being investigated by local law enforcement after being seen on video brandishing guns at their home after protesters broke through the gates of their private neighborhood.
Under Missouri’s Castle Doctrine, “a person has the right, has the absolute unmitigated right to protect his or her castle or family while on their property,” the McCloskeys’ attorney Albert Watkins said. “And in this particular fact situation, you have individuals who are acting on private property, trespassing as lawbreakers onto private property, damaging and destroying private property and acting in a threatening and hostile fashion, such as to give rise to what any human being would consider to be placing them in a position of abject horror and certainly in a position of feeling in fear of imminent harm.”
Based on the information, police noted the incident as a case of trespassing and assault by intimidation.
Watkins said the McCloskeys have been practicing law for more than thirty years and “their practices have included, on an ongoing basis, representing individuals in pursuit of protection of their civil rights.”
“I do civil rights cases. Right now, I’m representing a young man who was assaulted by the police who is sitting in prison right now for being involved in a car accident after which the police came in and assaulted him. It’s on video,” Mr. McCloskey said in an interview. “I mean, I have on the wall of my conference room, I’ve got an anti-slavery broadsheet, the abolitionist broadsheet from 1832. It’s been there as long as I’ve owned this building.”
Independence Day was also a day of protest in Minneapolis. “We’re the free people of America, and we’re here to try to really change the country,” Royce White, a 10K Foundation associate, stated. Many individuals took part in “The Black 4th.” They assembled on bikes, skateboards, and rollerblades to call for reforms with the nation’s immigration policy and change following Floyd’s death.
“A large focus of today is on the ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement),” said one person named Pryih. “With what’s going on, particularly at the border and in the concentration camps, and how we feel how that fundamentally goes against basic human rights.”
The George Floyd protests are familiar to preceding demonstrations. By the third week, protests spread to around 650 cities across America.
The demonstrations are progression for those demanding justice for Floyd, police reform, but an overhaul of the justice system in America.
Racial views have stirred over the last four years, and the New York Times reports: According to a new study from Monmouth University, 57% of Americans believe that police are using excessive force against African Americans, compared to just 34% of registered voters in 2016 after the police shooting of Alton Sterling.
According to research, individuals of any color are likely to be killed by police, with black men, American Indians, and Latinos the most at risk.
It is reasonably early to explain what happens next. Racism calls for policy changes, from housing and transportation to food security, which some claim remains low on the priorities of the United States. The current momentum extends hope that perhaps this era will be different.
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Britania's Ordeal
The young Dark Dragoon leaned against the solid rock face of Mount Ordeals, wiping the undead ichor from her lance with a cloth. She had spent most of the day trekking up the sacred mountain, fighting off the animated corpses and restless spirits of the dead that guarded Ordeals' secrets from the unworthy. Her name was Britania Strangeways, and she hailed from the Kingdom of Baron.
Long ago this mountain had been sealed, and the great hero Cecil Harvey and his allies had fought their way to the peak of Ordeals, to redeem the Dark Knight's spirit and gain the power needed to defeat the dark forces of Zemus the Lunarian, though they hadn't known that at the time.
Later on in their quest, a long sealed segment of Ordeals had opened up, offering trials to test the worthiness to fight of several of the great heroes of the Crystal War. Legend had it that the entrance to the Cave of Trials still existed, but only revealed itself to one who was worthy. But the peak of Ordeals still offered hope to any who could make their way to the Hall of Mirrors.
Usually one attempted the journey with others who wished to prove themselves worthy, redeem past sins, or receive a token enhancing personal power or might. For some it unlocked the power of the grandest of magics, Meteor, Holy, Quick, and the power to call upon the God of Summoned Monsters himself, Bahamut.
But Britania wasn't here for any of those reasons. She had been raised by the state of Baron and had for a long time held a place in its army. Her rare skill to wield a lance in the tradition of the Dragoons, to wear the armor of the Dark Knights, and to cast the spells of a Black Mage was a rare and somewhat unique combination indeed.
She pushed off the wall, having regained her breath. The split peak of Ordeals wasn't too far above her, she could see the bridge to the Hall of Mirrors, and about a hundred feet below that, the spot where Scarmiglione fell to his death, at the hands of the Great Heroes. His second death, actually, maybe his third. Britania wasn't quite sure what Scarmiglione was in the first place anyway.
Britania climbed Ordeals not for glory, or redemption, or for power, but for knowledge. Knowledge not of magic but of herself, and of her family. She had been orphaned the day she had been brought into the world, birthed from a sorceress known only as Elena, a near-mad mystic that had arrived in Baron via Mysidia's Serpent Road. She had been dressed in Mysidian robes, but as far as anyone could determine that was not her place of birth.
As best as anyone ever found, Elena of the Strange Ways had been a pilgrim journeying to Ordeals, an easily noticeable person in the town of mages due to her tall, statuesque beauty, porcelain skin, and lilac hair. She had gone to Ordeals on her own, and seemed to have returned an insane wreck.
She found work as a mixer of potions for one of Baron's goods merchants, where her knowledge of medicine and magic could be utilized, and her mutterings to herself about scaled beasts and terrible deeds committed below the earth were kept away from the ears of paying customers.
Elena had died in childbirth, and none were surprised. She had never been the healthiest of individuals. Magic took a great deal out of a person, those who devoted their lives in whole to it by their sacrifice, and training the mind over the body ended up with a weak constitution and a frail physique.
By all accounts, Elena had been a powerful sorceress, she had shown mastery of powerful White and Black magics, and a hint of the use of Grey, the rare Space and Time magic that was practiced by few, and understood by even less. For so young a woman to wield so great a power, she would have had to make great sacrifices indeed.
As powerful a sorceress as Elena had been, she wasn't quite in touch with the real world. She often forgot to eat, she never seemed to notice wounds, which often got infected. The fact that she had been suffering from the terrible pains of Ghoul Fever when she arrived in Baron hadn't helped either. Her body had been made even more frail from the terrible wasting disease that she had never recovered from.
But despite it all, Britania had come into the world a healthy child with a full head of lavender hair. It had earned her the taunting words of the other children in her youth, and she had dyed it the moment she figured out how to do so on her own, a practice she kept up to this day. Though less often than she used to, as her helmet covered her hair most of the time, allowing her to let it grow out a bit before needing to recolor it again.
If her hair had been silver, as that of the royal family was, odds were she wouldn't have been mocked. Nor if she had been raised in Mist, where strange hair colors were the norm and indicative of a strong ability in summoning. But it was lilac, and she was born in Baron, and so things occurred as they did.
What she quested after was the knowledge of her family, who her mother had been before her madness, who her father was, where her kin had come from, and if any still lived. Thoughts of her goal filled the Dragoon's mind as her body glided effortlessly in battle, her spear whistling through the air, knocking skeletons to pieces.
Britania rounded a corner and found her breath caught in her chest. What stood in front of her, perhaps a few strides away were strange creatures, not the undead and damned spirits she had fought on the way up, but strange creatures. They appeared to be women from the waist up, beautiful women at that, but serpents from the waist down.
Five had radiant sea green hair, the scales of their tails a scintillating pink with shimmering blue markings. Four were blonde, with the pattern of a diamondback rattlesnake on their serpentine halves. Two more sported pale blue skin and metallic blue scales with navy spots upon their bodies. The last featured pale porcelain skin, and scales of brilliant gold and red. It was the latter three that gave Britania pause, for they had hair of purest lilac, the very shade of her own.
The Dragoon ducked back behind the corner. Lamias, that's what they were called. There were legends that they appeared on Ordeals, but they were thought to be nothing but myth. They were believed to inhabit the Tower of Bab-il alone, and no where else in the world. But here were a dozen individuals where none were supposed to be! Living beings did not reside on Ordeals, at least not for long.
Undead did cluster in groups, but never more than a handful at a time, easily able to be handled. But twelve of these she-creatures was definitely beyond the Dark Dragoon's own capabilities. They were too spread out to all target with a single lightning bolt, and even with her famed Dragon Jump, Britania was sure to be mobbed on the ground while she recovered between leaps.
She peeked around the corner, judging the distance, maybe she could use her Dragon Jump to hop over them and make a retreat? The stairwell to the next level of Ordeals was nearby, and monsters tended to avoid the stairs as they were treacherous places. While the spirits could simply float around, the clumsy skeletons and zombies might accidentally end their un-lives with a careless misstep.
Britania wasn't sure how well a Lamia could slither up stairs, but she was willing to take the chance. She stepped out from behind the ledge and tensed her legs for the jump. The golden-scaled Lamia turned, apparently deciding to talk to another one of her group, and caught Britania out of the corner of her eye. The serpent woman turned her head quickly, meeting Britania's gaze.
The Dragoon couldn't break eye contact, she couldn't move, all she could do was stare. Oh no. she thought, no, no no! She recalled her lessons on Bab-il creatures, and recalled the mind-warping gaze of the Lamia, that which could bind the heart of even the most powerful warrior to the will of the she-snake.
She wanted to run, wanted to flee, but she couldn't move an inch. She could feel the unwanted emotion rising up in her, noticing for the first time that the creatures wore no clothing only a few items of jewelery. Rings, tiaras, and bracelets mostly. An unwanted heat began to build in her loins as desire filled her, a desire for the female form that had been present at times in her life, but often ignored and never acted upon.
The golden Lamia crooked a finger, and Britania found herself walking towards them, placing her spear in its harness across her back. "Look at this, sisters," the golden Lamia said, "A new female plaything for our amusement."
One of the blues slithered up to Britania, her hands tracing over the Dragoon's armor. "A warrior, powerful and beautiful as well. A wonderful prize." she purred.
The other blue did much the same, removing Britania's helm. "Indeed, such a pretty face and such fair skin. A rare specimen of beauty. A pity that she hides her body in armor."
The rattlers conversed amongst themselves for a moment, giggling before slithering over, dexterous hands working straps and buckles, beginning to strip the warrior of her armor and weapons. In a few moments Britania stood dressed in nothing save her undergarments, gauntlets, greaves, and boots. She lowered her head and blushed deeply.
"Oh sisters, it seems we have a demure little pet to p..." the gold paused, slithering closer, her clawed fingertip running over the crown of Britania's head, running over the lilac roots of her hair.
The lead Lamia backed away, a fanged grin on her beautiful face, "Sisters, it appears that we may have more than a pet here. Tell me, pet, can you cast spells?"
Britania found herself nodding and speaking in a dreamy voice, completely enraptured by the golden Lamia, "Yes, Mistress. I am able to utilize Black magic of a mid line level."
The Lamia's smile widened, "Excellent. Sisters, we have finally found a subject for the ritual that we have traveled here to discover. The Ascension of Gia has found its first subject of this day and age."
Those words seemed to please the other Lamias greatly. Britania, in her mind-controlled state, couldn't help but feel proud that she had brought them joy, though the name Gia associated with the ritual sent a shiver though her body, the part of her that was still under her own control wincing at the mention of it.
Gia was a name associated with forbidden knowledge, the legends told of her in centuries past, a sorceress who desired immortality for the sake of knowledge. She wished to gather all that could be known, and knew that a human lifetime was insufficient for the task. She had extended her life, giving up her humanity piece by piece for extensions to her lifespan. She became a monster for knowledge, and her discoveries had brought many creatures into the world.
"You may call me Mistress Ralael, little sister." the golden Lamia said, placing a hand on the small of Britania's back, guiding her forward, "And what are you called?"
"Britania Strangeways, Mistress." the Dragoon found herself replying.
Ralael nodded, making a motion with her other hand becoming the other Lamias on. "Well, Britania, you may consider yourself incredibly lucky. I do not know what your reasoning for being on this mountain is, but my sisters and I have acquired the item we have sought, and now have the perfect subject with which to use it upon."
"Gather her armor and bring it along." the Lamia leader instructed her smaller, pink scaled kin, "She might wish use of it later. Study tonight sisters, for tomorrow we grant Britania her freedom from this weak body." The five Lamias nodded, doing as they were told, while the rest followed behind Britania and Ralael.
"You are about to have a great honor bestowed upon you, little sister." Ralael said to her Dragoon pet, "You will be the first since the Crystal Wars to undergo this ritual, which was lost to our race when the paladin Cecil slew our kin coming down this very mount."
"Our kin, Mistress?" Britania asked, curious.
"Why, yes, little one. Our kin." Ralael said with a smile.
"Why do you keep calling me little sister?"
"Because you are. You're one of us, born of a union of human and Lamia." the Lamia leader purred, finding delight in informing Britania of her heritage.
The Dragoon shivered, not from the chill of the approaching night and her state of undress, but from the knowledge just bestowed upon her. She had set out to take on Ordeals, in order to learn of her family and where she had come from, and know she knew the answers to her questions. She had been conceived by a serpent creature. The blood of monsters flowed through her veins.
Britania shivered once again, realizing sage advice present in the words "Be careful what you wish for."
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The Dragoon sat on Ralael's tail as the Lamias gathered around the fire in a hidden cavern below Ordeals. This particular cave featured a path between the Underground and the surface world. The maze of tunnels beneath the earth was impassible to any who did not already know the way, making it a wonderful place to shelter from unwanted discovery. An hour's trek lead them to a wide cavern with a Traveler's Field in the center, a runic circle that would produce a fire that would burn for hours with only meager fuel, and put off a calming scent that made fighting difficult and kept beast-minded monsters away.
Britania had followed the Lamias at Ralael's side, walking peacefully, silently, speaking only when spoken to due to the enchantment placed upon her. Despite this, she had managed to learn a great deal. Ralael took it upon herself to instruct the half-Lamia in the aspects of a heritage that the Dragoon hadn't known existed but a few hours before.
Ralael was the designated Matriarch of this band of Lamias due to her age, experience, strength, and skill. A Lamia's scale coloration showed her strength and her power. The pink and blue coloration was that of a juvenile, one who had yet to tap into skill in combat, casting, or racial abilities. Britania learned the names of the five youths, Tyilae, Eodai, Eori, Haili, and Istyria, though matching the names to the proper Lamia was beyond her.
The rattler Lamias, Ailoru, Naena, Tyasri, and Dairith were all warriors, skilled combatants with fangs and claws. They were a new sort of Lamia that though ritual enhanced their own serpentine aspects. They lacked the Charm gaze of the other elders, but their fangs and claws were capable of injecting a powerful poison, and the strikes of their powerful tails could render a foe unable to move.
The two blues, Isur and Aena, were magic users, one Black and one White. In most groups, either would be strong enough to be the Matriarch. But with such an important task as the recovery of the Ascension of Gia, which Britania still hadn't learned a thing about, the group was under the command their Queen Ralael. Apparently she was that much more a cut above her fellows than would normally be found in such a small band.
Rather than a title of royalty, Queen was a title of skill and prestige, of one who was a master of both hand to hand combat and magic use. Britania had seen Ralael's skill in action, devastating a Mythril golem with a Flare spell, one of the most powerful Black magic spells in existence, far, far ahead of Britania herself was able to cast.
Britania sat, finishing off the cup of tea that Ralael had given her, watching the Lamias prepare for bed. Some just curled up their tails and rested atop them, while others coiled around one another, sleeping in a serpentine hug that reminded the Dragoon of snakes balling together for protection and warmth. The four rattlers entwined their lower bodies in a way that allowed them to avoid laying their upper bodies on the bare ground, and wrap their arms around another at the same time. They all looked happy and peaceful, several shared passionate kisses with one another before drifting off to sleep.
The Dragoon couldn't help but lick her lips, imagining what that must feel like. She felt the needful ache in her loins intensify, the persistent result of the constantly renewed Charm spell. Seeing the lamias act as they did brought forth from the back of her mind a question.
"You like what you see?" Ralael asked with a grin.
Britania nodded, "Very much so, Mistress. But I do have a question."
"Ask." purred the Lamia Queen, taking the empty cup from her pet's hands.
"Where are the male Lamias?" the Dragoon asked.
"Why, they're right here of course." Ralael said, gesturing to the rest of the band.
"But you all look like females." Britania replied, not understanding.
Ralael just chuckled. "Let me show you." she whispered, slipping her fingers into Britania's panties and drawing a gasp from the enthralled Dragoon as the Lamia caressed her nether lips.
Britania felt... confused. Her desire was finally being attended to, but she felt conflicted, even under the influence of the Charm spell. She wanted Ralael, wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be pleasured by her. But the unpleasant sting of the punishment that had been inflicted upon her when she had kissed another girl as a youth leaped to mind as a half-remembered warning against such acts.
She was magically bound, her desire artificial. She wanted sex, but she knew her lust wasn't her own. It was rape of a sort, and then again it wasn't. It felt wrong, but it also felt so right. Britania couldn't make up her mind as to if her feelings were real or false. She was half Lamia, and she wasn't bound by human culture any more. Ralael was a leader of her people, if she would engage in this, than it was okay in Lamia society. But then again...
But... but... but... argument and counterargument filled the Dragoon's mind. But all evaporated as she suddenly found her head pressed against a large, pale skinned breast pressed against her face, a lavender nipple forced into her mouth. "Pleasure me." came the command from the Lamia Queen, and the bound Britania had no choice put to obey.
She slipped off her gauntlets, her bare hands sliding over the Lamia's smooth skin and even smoother scales, running down the sides of her body, down to the Ralael's hips, moving inward on her scaled underbelly, back up to her trim, muscled tummy, and up to her beautiful, full breasts.
This wasn't her own action, Britania decided. She was being forced to do this, yes. A warrior of Baron magically compelled to pleasure a monster against her will. She was a young woman forced to take part in, and enjoy, the act of lesbianism. It was definitely rape.
And with that decided the Dragoon was finally free to fully act, one hand moving from Ralael's breast to her own, following the Queen's own hand into her underthings, hooking her thumb in the band and pulling them down. Britania pulled her head away from the Lamia's breast, allowing herself to remove her panties entirely.
Ralael aided her pet in her undressing, a simple motion with her clawed finger cutting Brit's bra in half and tossing it aside disdainfully. Her forked tongue slithered out, circling the Dragoon's breast in a slow spiral before coming to the sensitive center and rubbing the nipple, which sent a shiver through Britania's body and drew a moan from her lips.
The Lamia curled her tail back, allowing Britania to kneel with her mistress' tail between her legs, the Dragoon's moist sex rubbing against the smooth scales of Ralael's underbelly. Britania's hands sought the slit she had noticed on the Lamia's underside, a thin area where the plate-like belly scales split in half.
Her fingers parted it easily, finding the warm, wet folds of the she-snake's sex. Her fingers moved upward. The Lamia was cunt designed to accommodate the exit of eggs and thereby making it larger than the human version, or so Britania thought. About halfway up her hands encountered something she hadn't expected. It was something just as warm and wet, but hard as well.
Ralael pulled her head back from the half-breed's breast, allowing Britania to watch in rapt fascination as the Lamia Queen's cock slid free from its confinement. The Dragoon understood the Queen's words, the Lamias were all male, and all female, both in one. The sight sent a shiver through her body, she was more aroused than she had ever been before, looking down at the Lamia Queen's cock.
It wasn't at all like that of a human's, nor was it like that of a serpent's, though it shared features of both. The same lilac shade as Ralael's hair and nipples, the shaft was large, perhaps sixteen inches in length, but thin looking. The twin heads, one above the other, were about an inch and a half in diameter and were kind of triangular in shape, the two tips coming to a point.
Compared to a human length, one seemed to be upside down, with the slight split facing upward. It tapered down slowly, growing thicker until it was as big around as Britania's wrist at the base, covered in strange conical nodules, aligned in two rows on the elliptical shaped shaft, bigger up and down than it was left to right. The nodules grew larger the further down they were, until they stopped two thirds of the way down the length, where the shaft thickened and became rounded, a number of thick rings appearing.
Britania knew what they were for, having once visited a store that sold pleasure objects for women, just out of curiosity. The texture added pleasure, supposedly. She shivered again, a cascade of her juices leaking onto Ralael's tail. The Dragoon wrapped her hands around the solid section of tail, slowly bringing them up the slick length, and back down again.
She raised her head, looking into her mistress' face, smiling as she rose up and prepared to lower herself onto Ralael's rod, but the Lamia placed a hand in her lap, pushing her back down. "No, my pet, you must be pure for your Ascension in the morning. You haven't mated a male in the past week have you?"
The half-breed shook her head, it had been a long time since she had sex, period. She had had a few men in her life, but most of her pleasure came from her own fingers, except for those the times she had been stationed on Kaipo patrol. All alone in the middle of nowhere, with no one but her riding lizard to keep her company.
"Good." Ralael purred, lifting Britania up by the waist with ease, sliding the Dragoon's legs over her shoulders, bringing Britania's sex up against her lips, her long tongue immediately diving into the Dragoon's depths.
Britania felt her muscles turn to water at the pleasure of it. She had never felt such pleasure, the Lamia's skilled tongue twisting about inside of her, caressing all the right places, her upper lip moving in such a way to stimulate Britania's clit. The Dragoon moaned with pleasure as the Ralael's hands found her breasts. It was sheer sexual bliss.
She didn't mind at all when the Lamia curled her tail upwards, bringing the tip of her maleness to Britania's mouth. She opened her lips wide, allowing the Lamia Queen's cock to enter, slipping down into her throat with ease.
Being partially serpent explained something that Britania had discovered about herself a young age due to numerous eating related dares and contests. She had no gag reflex, allowing her to gulp down whatever she could fit in her mouth. She mmmed around her mistress' member, eyes closing in bliss as she sucked, delighting in the salty sweet taste of the precum that seemed to leak from those small nodules.
She felt Ralael's tail coiling around her body, soft scales pressing against her skin, a hug that no human would ever be able to duplicate. She could feel the tension building in her body, the hot pressure of climax in her belly. She didn't want to cum, not yet. She wanted this wonderful embrace to go on forever.
But Ralael's skill was too much for her. A muffled moan escaped her throat as she crossed her legs behind the Lamia's head, pushing her sex against Ralael's face. The Lamia mmmed happily, her agile tongue quickly lapping up Britania sweet nectar.
The she-serpent uncoiled from the Dragoon, shifting her eagerly sucking pet into a different position, allowing herself to lay down with the half-breed's lips still wrapped around her cock. She placed a hand on Britania's head. "Sleep." she commanded, "You will bring me pleasure filled dreams as we both rest."
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The Dragoon awoke the next morning after dreams of dragons and serpents seducing her, snuggling with her, mounting her, filling her with eggs. Dreams where her body grew covered with scales. Dreams where she slithered on her belly and hunted rodents. Dreams where she burned villages to the ground with her fire breath. Dreams where she ruled a scaled empire atop a golden throne.
She awoke without the burning in her loins of the Charm spell. She awoke with Ralael's hard, erect cock in her mouth. The half-breed pulled away slowly, letting the Lamia Queen's dick slip from her mouth, thread of sticky precum linking her lips and the lavender shaft. She wiped them away with her hand, making slow movements, not wanting to awaken the Lamia while she was still in control of herself.
Britania sat up, looking around. The rest of the Lamia band was still asleep. Her eyes darted around the cavern, seeking her spear. The Dragoon attempted to ignore the feeling of fullness from her belly, a pleasant, warm, liquid fullness. She found her Dark Spear resting on the rock that Ralael was pressed up against. It wasn't quite in arms' reach, but if she leaned just a bit, she could grab it. The fire had died, the calming scent no longer in the air. The Lamia Queen was defenseless. This was her opportunity to escape.
But did she really want to escape? Her lavender hair, her lack of a gag reflex, the attraction to females and scaled creatures that had been present for her entire life. Her mother's pregnancy beginning after her return from Ordeals was more than mysterious. The pieces fit. They made sense. But Elena Strangeways had had lilac hair as well. Could it be that Britania wasn't half-Lamia?
She looked down at the sleeping form of Ralael, she looked so beautiful, so wonderful, the perfect ideal of beauty to Britania's mind. To humans she would be considered perverse, finding the ideal lover being one possessing a female form. She would be called worse than that if anyone had every discovered her literal love of riding lizards, the creatures that thrived in the dry heat of the desert where chocobos could not.
The Dragoon had traveled to Ordeals to find the answer to the question of her ancestry, and she had found it here, with creatures that the rest of the world called monsters. She had been sired by one of them, by a creature who was male and female, able to satisfy her eyes and fill her sex. What would be awaiting her if she returned to Baron?
Nothing but a rigid military structure that would not understand her natural desires, that would shun her for them. She knew that it was a one in a million chance that she would find a mate, a true mate. Someone who understood her, loved her, accepted her, knew of her desires and her heritage and embraced them.
Britania stood and smiled. This was where she belonged. She knew in her heart what she was. She wouldn't deny it any longer. Nor would she keep up the lie she had told herself the previous night. She had thought the Charm spell had begun to fade as she ate dinner last night, but she dismissed the idea, since the ache in her loins had remained.
It wasn't the false need of the spell that had aroused her, but her own desire. She had made love to Ralael of her own desire and her own free will. She walked to the fire pit, tossing a chunk of dried mushroom into the ashes, using the flame rod placed nearby to set it alight. She looked over her body in the light of the flames.
Pale, perfect skin, always free from even a single hair that was not upon her head another oddity explained away by her Lamia blood. As Britania thought, more and more pieces of the puzzle that was her life slide into place.
She smiled and shook her head, she could not return to Baron, not knowing what she knew, not having felt what she had experienced with Ralael. She shivered as she recalled the sensations that the Queen's tongue had given her, something no human could every replicate.
This was what she was. This was her family. For the first time in her life, Britania truly fit in. She was little different that any of the she-serpents around her, save for the fact that she walked upon two legs, rather than slithered about on a scaled tail. But that didn't seem to matter them. They called her 'little sister.' Even under Ralael's thrall, the Queen had treated her well.
The she-serpent's soft touch, guiding her and making sure she didn't get lost. The Queen always moving with Britania by her side, arm around her, pulling her close against the Lamia's own body. She treated the half-breed far better than any commanding officer ever had. And the other Lamias? They had been kind, friendly, playful.
Naked, save for her boots, in a cavern beneath Mount Ordeals, surrounded by she-serpents that the rest of the surface world despised, dried Lamia saliva between her legs, still moist precum on her face and neck, Britania felt something that she never had before. For the first time in her life, Britania truly felt at home.
She smiled and warmed herself by the fire, hearing the yawns of Isur and Aena, the two mage-serpents stirring from slumber. Britania placed the tea kettle on the fire, preparing the morning tea. She gasped softly as the two blue Lamias coiled around her, each kissing a side of her neck.
"Good morning, little sister." Aena whispered into her ear, the White mage identifiable by her darker hair, thicker build and her bracelets, alternating red and white triangles set into silver, the universal mark of White magic.
"I'm glad you've decided to stay with us." Isur purred into the other, her hair worn looser than that of the other magic user. She also wore a tiara with a black gemstone and fingerless black gloves.
"H-how did you know?" Britania said softly.
"Because you had the opportunity to poke Ralael with your spear..." said Aena.
"But you didn't." concluded Isur. The two mages true biological sisters, twins.
The two sat by the fire, waiting for the water to heat, Aena patted a place on her tail for Britania to sit on, which she did.
"We are Lorekeepers," Isur began.
"We have thought long and hard about what you have told us about yourself." Aena added.
Britania had, on command, told the Lamias about herself, her upbringing, her history, and some of her fears, desires, and dreams.
"And we believe we can fill in several gaps about your mother, and your father." Isur concluded.
The Dragoon smiled, "Wonderful. I would love to know, but first there's another question I'd like answered, if you can."
Both sisters nodded. "Go ahead," said Aena, "We will do our best to answer." Isur finished.
"What exactly is this Ascension of Gia ritual that I'm supposed to be a part of?"
The mages chuckled and told her, a grin appearing on Britania's face. She could hardly wait to begin. | STORY |
English National Curriculum:
Key Stage 1
To create (and debug) simple programs.
To be able to apply the if/else rules to various scenarios.
- An understanding of the Boolean Values True and False.
- An understanding of how ‘If/Then/Else’ works.
- I can track the value change of a Memory Box and make If/Else choices based on the value.
- I can understand a (complex) flowchart involving one or more If/Else structures.
- A flowchart might contain a start, end, action, choices and loops, which all have their own specific shapes.
- When the answer to a choice is true, we go down the true/yes branch. When a choice is false, we go down the false/no branch. The sequence of execution is used to solve problems.
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Boolean Values are True and False. The result of a conditional is either True or False.
Using conditionals is similar to asking questions. Based on your answer you can continue down one route or another. It is common to include conditional statements to decide if a program should do one thing or do something else. The answer to a specific condition is true or false. It is helpful to think of these as choices.
Flowcharts are diagrams that display a step-by-step process. In computer programming, flowcharts show us a sequence of instructions.
Conditional statements are used through the various programming languages to instruct the computer on the decision to make dependent on the conditions. These decisions are made if and only if the pre-stated conditions are either true or false.
Conditionals can also be called ‘if statements’ one of the building blocks of computer programs. This represents the act of one action IF somethings is true and another action IF it is false. For example:
IF you like pizza:
Eat something else
In most scenarios, a question will lead to additional actions but also potentially additional questions. When one question answer leads to another question, we call this a nested set of questions.
Nesting is a term used to describe the situation where an object is contained within another, similar, object. This most often describes code, so for example, a function contained with another function.
The nesting process can be repeated to give a complex, recursive, behaviour. This allows for complex decisions to be made, but we need to be careful when constructing these. | EDUCATION |
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High school students need to know the different types of pronouns such as personal pronouns, indefinite pronouns, demonstrative pronouns, and relative pronouns. Personal pronouns replace a specific person or thing, while an indefinite pronoun replaces a non-specific person or thing. Demonstrative pronouns point out a specific person or thing, while relative pronouns connect a dependent clause to a main clause.
On the worksheet, students are often given examples of pronoun antecedent agreement errors or sentences with missing antecedents. They will need to identify the correct antecedent for each pronoun or choose the correct pronoun to match the antecedent provided.
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Grade Levels: 9th Grade, 10th Grade, 11th Grade, 12th Grade,
• Force (explicit)
• Acceleration (implicit)
• Momentum (implicit)
Knowledge and Skills:
• Can analyze real world situations involving forces in terms of Newton’s Laws of Motion.Download the Teacher Guide PDF
Explain to students that you are going to show them a short video which presents an example of the relationship between force and motion, and that you want them to describe how that relationship is shown when the video is over. Then show the Futures Channel Movie, “Testing Bats.”
When the movie is over, ask students to write one sentence that describes how the movie showed an example of the relationship between force and motion (alternatively, you may wish to discuss that as a class.) Use the ensuing discussion as an opportunity to review (or introduce) Newton’s first and second laws of motion.
In your discussion, ask students to decide whether how the amount of force that is required to change the velocity of the baseball by a certain amount is related to a) the amount of change in velocity, b) the mass of the object and c) the duration of time that the force is applied.
Distribute the handout to students working in teams of two or three, and ask them to read it and answer the questions given. As they do so, circulate and ask questions to ensure that students understand the equation relating force, mass, change of velocity and time.
Here are some specific questions that you may wish to ask:
1) Why would it take more force to change the velocity of the baseball as described if the duration of the impact (the time) were shorter?
2) Why would it take more force to change the velocity of the baseball as described if the mass of the ball were greater?
3) Why is the change in velocity of the baseball computed as 120 meters per second? Question #3 on the handout provides an opportunity to review (or introduce) Newton’s Third Law of Motion.
#1: 18,000 Newtons
#2: 4,050 pounds (about two tons)
#3: 4,050 pounds
When a bat hits a baseball, it changes the velocity of the ball.
Any time the velocity of an object changes, we know that force has been applied.
The amount of force applied can be found from this equation:
In this equation, the “time” is how long the force was applied to the object.
When a bat hits a baseball, they are in contact for around 1 millisecond (.001 seconds), so that is the time.
Typically, a baseball can be thrown toward the batter at a velocity of about 50 meters per second, and when it’s hit, it moves away from the bat at a velocity of around 70 meters per second. The total change in velocity, then, is about 120 meters per second.
The mass of a baseball is about 0.15 kilograms.
1) When you are using units of kilograms, meters, and seconds in the above equation, the force unit will be “newtons.” How many newtons of force are applied by the baseball to the bat?
2) You can convert newtons to pounds by multiplying by 0.225. How many pounds of force are applied to the baseball?
3) How many pounds of force are applied by the baseball to the bat? How do you know? | EDUCATION |
The plate before me looked edible enough, the pasta and vegetables placed in neat but not quite tidy piles. The fish was palatable at least but the wine? Not even close to being acceptable. Could have bought something of higher quality from a convenience store.
The pasta had an odd yet familiar taste to it. A musky tang is probably the best way to describe it. It wasn't unpalatable yet it couldn't settle in my stomach. And the sweetness of these vegetables was unexpected. I spat the sweet contents of my mouth upon the floor.
I screamed defiantly, upending the table and it's contents, no doubt shocking the other plebians dining here. "I WISH TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER" I bellowed, swishing my perm and pouting lips for dramatic effect. Sauntering over to the counter I swished my hips, showing everyone else that my treatment was unacceptable.
A large rather hairy man appeared shortly after the waiter disappeared. He lowered himself to meet my gaze and growled "Is there something we can assist you with ma'am?".
"Yes there bloody well is, you cretin!" I cried incredulously. "The pasta is one thing, being that I ordered gluten free, but bell peppers? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? I screeched at the tall man, whose hair and beard were indistinguishable. "Your servants were informed of my allergies, but then again I shouldn't have expected slaves to be able to fathom even simple instructions.
"Please ma'am, you didn't inform us" offered the waiter. He quickly received a slap to the face. "Are you calling me a liar? I spat, incensed that this maggot would have the audacity to accuse me of lying. Me?!
A loud series of cracks echoed around the room, alongside the sound of ripping fabric. The frantic tapping of footsteps and screaming added to this as other customers, if you call them that, vacated the area. The large man grew taller and more lean, he face lengthening into a snout. "YOU HURT MY FRIEND!" the beast snarled in petulant fury. "YOU STRUCK HIM! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!". This rug of inconvenience attempted to swipe in the same way I had the servant but missed by several inches. I grabbed his wrist and what passed for a mouth and hissed "I am Karen Gobshlitzen and I wish to see a manager".
The beast broke free of my grasp and howled. The stupid thing sounded like a child stepping on it's toys. He put himself between me and the incompetent moron who put me in this situation as a pale but well dressed man descended through the ceiling. My eyes widened in shock. This was surely unsanitary, coupled with the indignation's I'd already endured it was enough to call health and safety!
The pale man spoke in a broken accent with all the snake like charm of a damned insurance salesman. "I am Malachai Shau, the owner of this establishment. It appears that you are unsatisfied with our service is that correct?" he offered.
Of course I was incensed with this, how could he not know? Was this not his restaurant, or was it owned by imps and goblins? Surely though that would be an upgrade. "Of course I'm dissatisfied!" I huffed. " Your staff tried to kill me. ME! KAREN GOBSHLITZEN!" My voice rising. The pale man spoke again in his infuriating tone.
"I believe I know just how to deal with the situation ma'am" the pale man spoke clearly, and with a hint of menace. He turned to his hairy friend and whispered something.
"Her?" The dog growled at his apparent master, backing off a little. "I know you don't mean that". The dog looked frightened insofar as a dog does with it's ears down and tail tucked away.
"Yes Gabriel, that is what I asked" oozed the pale man, before finally turning back to me. "Please wait here a moment"
After what seemed like an eternity a large armored woman strode into the building a giant sword across her back and a large "K" emblazoned across her torso. This magnificent woman seemed to own the room as she strode towards us. Each step left the impression of power in it's echo. She pointed at me, looking at the waiter that caused my trouble to begin with. He nodded meekly.
"I'm K, the guildmaster here, what is the problem here?" She commanded. This was a woman with power. I could use her.
I puffed out my chest and proceeded with false politeness. "I'm Karen Gobshlitzen, and these incompetent insects can't get an order right to save thier lives, they accuse me of lying when they had the information needed, and even if they didn't they should have known. It's incompetence like this that greatly inconveniences those such as this, don't you agree? I trilled at her.
Without warning I was flying across the room. I landing in a most undignified fashion. The woman was across the room nearly as quick I was, plunging her sword through my abdomen and pinning my to the wall. Looking at her snarling face I suddenly realized what that K meant.
It meant I had broken the sacred rule of all Karen Kind. This woman was a Karen, and these lower life forms were hers.
"Look at you" she said menacingly as she pulled her sword from me. "You aren't worthy of being a Karen".
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Properties of Real Numbers
This worksheet is a practice resource for students learning about the properties of real numbers. It presents a series of mathematical expressions (labeled “Exercise”) in one column and requires students to identify and write down the mathematical property illustrated by each expression in the corresponding blank space in the adjacent column (labeled “Property”). The exercises include various arithmetic operations such as addition and multiplication. The students must use their knowledge of mathematical properties to determine which property is being used in each given exercise, such as the associative, commutative, or distributive property.
The worksheet is designed to reinforce students’ understanding of the properties of real numbers. By identifying the properties used in simple arithmetic expressions, students learn how these properties are applied in basic math operations. This exercise helps students develop the ability to recognize patterns and apply rules, which is crucial for algebraic thinking and problem-solving. Additionally, the worksheet encourages the practice of naming and describing mathematical concepts, which is important for mathematical literacy and communication. | EDUCATION |
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Thomas knew Saint Lucia’s Psychiatric Hospital was old, but he thought it just gave the place a certain charm. The vines that crawled their way up the cracked brick and stone gave the building an almost enchanting air. The ancient looking statues in the front yard were discolored and stained by age but Thomas thought it made them more interesting.
He’d probably have admired it more if he wasn’t so nervous.
Thomas had never really told anyone about his ‘issue’. It had started to manifest when he was twenty, just a few weeks after his birthday. He’s gotten up to get a drink of water and had seen his long dead grandmother strolling the halls of his house.
That he could’ve chalked up to a dream. And he did.
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If he heard “Hey, who are you talking to?” one more time, he was going to lose it – if he hadn’t already.
There were a few people milling about in the front of Saint Lucia’s, but they didn’t acknowledge Thomas much. One gave him a sidelong glance, but quickly returned to picking flowers from the bushes.
Even the front desk lady needed a cough or to before she looked up to Thomas. “Can I help you?”
“I-“ Thomas paused. He felt stupid. “I’d like to check myself in.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “We don’t get that often. Name?”
“Thomas McNe.”
“Hm, yup. Alright, there’s some paperwork I need you to fill out.”
“Of course.”
Thomas followed the woman into a side room. It looked like something directly out of the 60s, but considering that when a lot of these places were built, Thomas didn’t think much of it.
He took a seat in one of the bright orange chairs. The woman handed him the stack of papers.
“Just bring them back up when you’re done.”
Thomas nodded. A lot of the packet were questions; questions about him and his life. Writing out things he’d been so careful to avoid speaking out was… cathartic. All the earlier nervousness faded. Thomas felt good. It wasn’t until the third page that he noticed the year stamped at the top of the pages.
*1987?*
Thomas almost laughed. This place was really going for that old style aesthetic.
When he finished, he returned to the front desk. “You might want to think about getting new stationary.”
The front desk woman nodded absently. “Oh yeah?”
“It says the year is still 1987.”
“What a surprise.”
Thomas frowned. *She’s not very friendly, now is she?*
“Well, you’re in luck. We’ve got a few open rooms. Do you need someone to bring your things?”
“Nope.” Thomas pointed to his backpack. “I’ve got all I need.”
The woman hummed, grabbed a key from the wall, and waved for Thomas to follow.
As they ascended to the higher floors, Thomas was surprised at how dirty the whole place was. The walls were stained black with dirty hand prints and the floor was covered in dust. Piles of used cups and plastic bags had been swept into the corners.
Thomas suddenly felt less sure he was in the right place.
The hallways were a little cleaner. A patient and nurse glanced his way as he passed. Neither spoke, just continued to stare.
Thomas waved.
Both turned away.
“Here’s where you’ll be staying.” The woman pushed open the door to the room labelled 346. “A nurse will come by to show you around and give you the schedule and rules. You aren’t on any medication, are you?”
Thomas shook his head.
“Get settled in, then.”
Tossing his backpack on the bed, Thomas turned to the large single window in his room. It was, thankfully, one of the unbroken ones. The view overlooked the courtyard and Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, the place was a little dirty, but it wasn’t like he could complain. There weren’t many psychiatric hospitals around here and Thomas didn’t have the means to move. He was lucky to find this one and, in the end, his sanity was more important than being picky about hand prints and a few dusty steps.
Besides, his room was clean enough.
Thomas finished unpacking and then waited around in his room for the nurse to show up.
Ten minutes.
Thirty minutes.
An hour.
Thomas was growing restless. *Did they forget I was here?* He *had* just showed up. He peeked out into the hallway and saw nothing but the tile floors.
Unable to sit still anymore, Thomas opened the door and wandered out into the hallway. “Hello?”
Silence.
Thomas suddenly felt his blood run cold. This place hadn't been so quiet when he’d first walked through. Even if it was just the sound of the patrolling nurses’ footsteps or opening and closing doors. But now it was silent.
Dead silent.
Thomas moved to the end of the hall, trying to see into the other rooms. Unfortunately, the glass had clouded over and he couldn’t see a thing. He knocked on a few, but got no response. *I’ll go check with the front desk.*
But when Thomas reached the top of the stairs, he looked down and froze. His heart thundered in his ears. “No.”
There was only one set of footprints in the dust.
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Simple Definitions of Syntax
Syntax is the set of rules in a language that arranges words into sentences. Like putting together a puzzle, each piece, or word, has a specific place so that the picture, or meaning, is clear. These rules guide us on where to place subjects, verbs, adjectives, and other parts of speech to create sentences that make sense to everyone reading them.
Another way to think of syntax is like a recipe for baking a cake. The recipe tells us which ingredients to mix, how to layer them, and the order of steps to follow to make sure the cake turns out well. Similarly, syntax tells us how to mix and order words so that our sentences ‘turn out well’ and our ideas are understood by others.
Types of Syntax
While syntax itself is a broad concept, there are specific ways we put sentences together in English. Here are a few:
- Simple sentences have one main clause, like “The sky is blue.”
- Compound sentences combine two independent clauses, like “The sky is blue, and the grass is green.”
- Complex sentences contain a main clause and one or more subordinate clauses, like “If I save my allowance, I can buy a bike.”
Think of these as different tools in a toolbox. Depending on what we want to say, we pick the right tool—or sentence structure—to communicate our thoughts as clearly as possible.
Examples of Syntax
- “Jenny quickly ran to the store” is correct because it follows the natural order of English: subject-verb-adverb-object.
- The question “What time is the game?” uses the interrogative form, where the subject comes after the verb, to ask for information.
- The exclamatory sentence “How beautiful that sunset is!” places emphasis on an adjective, deviating from the standard syntax to convey strong emotion.
In these examples, syntax functions as the framework that holds the meaning of our sentences in place. Whether the sentences are statements, questions, or exclamations, the syntax changes to match our communicative intent, making it more effective and powerful.
Why is it Important?
Imagine trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle without looking at the picture on the box. It’d be quite a challenge to make anything that makes sense! That’s what it would be like without syntax—words without order, sentences without structure, and ideas without clarity. From classrooms to courtrooms to coffee shops, we rely on the rules of syntax to share information, solve problems, and enjoy stories.
When people learn a new language, syntax is one of the building blocks they need to master. Imagine someone learning English reading instructions that are out of order. It could lead to mistakes, confusion, and in some cases, can even be dangerous, like misunderstanding a warning sign.
In our technology-driven world, syntax is vital in programming languages. Just like in spoken languages, computers need the correct syntax to understand and run software. An error in writing a code could have big consequences, such as a website not working or security being compromised. This influence of syntax in everyday technology showcases its significance beyond just sentences.
Origin of Syntax
The word “syntax” has a very old and interesting history. It started with the ancient Greeks, who were excellent thinkers and writers. They combined “syn,” which means together, with “taxis,” meaning arranging. Over centuries, syntax has kept its vital role in language, helping us communicate complex ideas with precision and creativity.
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Just because syntax rules exist doesn’t mean everyone agrees about them. Some believe that we’re born knowing syntax, while others think it’s something we learn. Plus, as languages evolve, people sometimes stretch or change the rules of syntax. Think of how we text messages using emojis or shortcuts. Each new generation shapes syntax in its own way.
First, let’s explore grammar. Grammar includes syntax but also covers other parts like spelling and punctuation. It’s the whole system that a language uses. Then there’s semantics, which is about the meaning of words and sentences. While syntax is the structure, semantics is the content that fills the structure. Lastly, linguistics is the scientific study of language, diving deep into syntax, semantics, and everything that makes up human communication.
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Keigo Fukumura and Demosthenes Kazanas from NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center revealed their theoretical research at the Winter meeting of the American Astronomical Society.
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(M TF Multi-animal Hybrid)
Ken wandered the ancient path over small grassy hills, on the way to a hidden nook he found himself returning to more often than he would like to admit to himself. He was in the tail end of his highschool career- so already a man, but not always feeling the role. The countryside he walked was quite a trek from his house, but he did not mind it. Old castles dotted the area, some preserved as historical sites and others restored- but the one he was approaching on was nearly entirely reduced to pebbles. A relic long forgotten by most. Ken had short dark brown hair that rustled in the steady, warm wind. His eyes were pale brown and while he was decently tall, his physique was not very impressive.
He made the walk here many times before, to a hidden corner of the ruins all to himself to hide away from his problems and... let off steam. As he arrived and looked for the gap in the leaning stone wall an odd butterfly fluttered very close to his face several times. He gently swatted it away, and he could have sworn he heard someone's voice. He froze to listen for it again but it never reoccurred. Ken knew other people came to these ruins to hang out but his corner was hidden away and he needed it to remained hidden. Inside the only corner left completely standing was the isolated edge of the former courtyard. Here he kept his stash of lewd imagery. From scantily dressed girls in advertising to actual nude images cut from magazines he found through various means over the years. His parents were an odd pair and a bit paranoid- which made 'alone time' rather difficult. Even though he could get porn on his phone, they would manage to find it in his history eventually, so he had to resort to his hidden getaway- far enough that their search could not find. His parents were not the reason for his need to de-stress though, as odd as they were, they were still good people. He had his eye on a beautiful girl from his classes for a while now, and honestly her sister as well since they are identical twins. Thanks to a bully, he blew his chance of asking her to prom as the ultimate icebreaker. As it currently stood he didn't want to ever go back to his school again. He would need to trick his parents but it actually was possible for him to evade school- it was that close to the end of the year and he already had the grades to graduate without problem.
He made his way through the dark chamber familiar only to him, holding his cell phone out to light the way through. Ken staggered out into the light of the hidden court on the other end, blinded for a good minute thanks to the contrast between the sealed hall. The divide between was not a door, but simply several moved stone blocks from the lower wall. It was early afternoon so the sun was quite warm and the court was sealed off from wind, so it made it rather comfortable. The very long grass that overtook the remnants of a stone walk was pushed down by the steps of his last visits here. Just as he was about to relax and start unwinding, he froze at the sight of a naked woman! She stood with her left side to him, completely naked looking at some of his hidden porn out on a stone pillar laying on its side. Why on earth was there a nude woman here, looking at his porn, of other nude women? She almost looked... familiar. Ken became even more confused when her form flickered and suddenly became that of a different nude woman- one he immediately recognized as one of the women from his lewd magazines! Her form flickered and changed again to another person! What on earth was she, some sort of ghost trying to steal the image of the living? Was she the ghost of porn past... was he going to be visited by the ghosts of porn present and future next?
Without even turning to Ken she spoke. "You have a problem, hmm Ken?"
Her voice was strange, it had a strong tight reverberance to it at first that went away as she continued to speak, like she had hundreds of voices that were trying to synchronize.
"I... who are you?" He might have been more scared if she didn't literally have the body of a porn star.
Her form seemed to burst into coloured vapour, leaving a butterfly made of energy where she had been- the same butterfly he seen on the way in!
"I am Arcane. Or... I am called Arcane. I am not a person, I am a force- one half of the world's magic, long lost. I can seep back into this world from time to time, and encountered you here, since this is one of the weakest points on my seal."
"Well, that is unfortunate. Some powerful magical being, and your forced to see my sorry act- hey wait a minute, you mean now, or the last time I was here?!" His face was already turning red.
"Well I can see into your past and future, so that question is sort of moot. The point is, I want to help you! You had a real rough time, but I am magic itself, I can do whatever you want to make you feel better!"
"Can you... reverse time so I can stop that mess at school from happening? Or, erase Lilac's memory of it at least?"
"I... erm. Well, technically yes. But let's just say no. What about something else?"
Ken gave a defeated shrug. "Magic me a girlfriend out of nowhere? Ugh, even that wouldn't make up for it because I wouldn't even know the girl you created. Highschool is over, I will be getting a job in a year or so if I don't fuck that up to, so I will be too busy to go around finding girls to talk to. It was already sort of down to the wire, and then I royally botch it. Everyone in school will know about that fiasco so there is no chance I am getting a girlfriend."
Arcane fluttered around his head as if pacing in circles. "Hmm, well, if you cannot get a girlfriend, how about I give you what you could have experienced with a girlfriend?"
"Companio-"
"Sexual pleasure!"
"Right, that. That is good too." Ken furrowed his brows. "Wait, are you saying you are going to have sex with me?"
"Uh, I was thinking a little bigger. I could give you a bigger dick if you wanted, or... a huge prostate so you cum lots! Or, I dunno... I could turn you into a woman so you can get off to the appearance of your own body. Or all of the above. I can do basically anything, go nuts, no reason not to."
"That... actually does sound good. I mean... let's face it, if I can't get a girlfriend I am going to be spending a lot of time with my hand to unwind. Yea, give me a bigger dick." He paused a moment in thought. "Not just bigger, give thicker too. Wait, yea. Maybe more thick? See, if I make it gigantic it doesn't really matter that I can't fit it in a girl because... no girl. But if it is crazy huge then it doesn't fit in my clothing and makes living difficult."
Arcane nodded her tiny little butterfly head, saying she had just the sort of cock he could use in mind. The problem is, Arcane is a relic from a time when magic ran rampant in the world, she knew of creatures that no longer exist outside of mythology.
She told him to sit on the pillar- the seat he normally took while here alone. Sitting on the sun heated stone though, he could really feel the pressure surge up through his parineum, it felt like he was tightening the muscles there even though he wasn't. Seeing no reason to hide himself from this crazy situation he did not hesitate to take his junk out, letting his pants fall to his ankles. His fully erect dick throbbed on its own, and the veins bulged larger than they normally could, becoming fat with blood. Then his shaft started to fatten out, swallowing the bulge of the veins back in as it went, thickening the most in the middle but ultimately covering the entire thing. It grew in length, but only a minuscule amount compared to girth. Ken tried to complain but Arcane ignored him, hushing him and telling him she needed to concentrate. He grabbed his shaft from either side trying to contain the growth as it started to round out! The nerves were stretched thin so his touch caused all the muscles in his groin to clench a moment from the sharp unexpected pleasure. His dick was starting to look like a balloon! Actually, now that he thought about it, it looked a bit like the shape of a butt plug. The glans on the end were stretched flat and completely lost on the shaft and the underside of it felt like the flesh was shivering uncontrollably. When it stopped he pushed the cock against his body so he could get a look at the other side of it, and the hundreds of growths there! He had never seen a dick like this... no human had, for many hundreds of years. The underside was covered in tiny bumps- the bumps developed into rounded thorns, and then full fleshy spikes about 3 millimetres in length each. The spikes were rigid with blood pressure turning the underside of the phallus into a forest of them, but they were ultimately just engorged flesh, so they could not get hard enough to be able to damage anything. They all slanted down toward the base, so getting them in was easy- trying to get it back out caused them to grab onto the vaginal walls. The cock itself once fully engorged looked almost like a huge butt plug, with rounded point and some extreme girth, and much more red than the rest of his skin tone. A Griffon cock.
Arcane explained that when flaccid it deflated and became much more narrow. As requested, it is a dick that is extremely thick, making it bigger without making it too long. Ken lightly fanned his hand over the tips of the hundreds of tiny thorns and shivered in pleasure. While this absolutely was nothing like what he pictured, it felt good... he actually was considering keeping this. He needed to see how compact it became when it was flaccid though. Before he could start to really rub it Arcane told him to hold on, she was not done yet. His balls were too small to be paired with equipment like that, and a Griffon is supposed to have a sheath- it can't get properly tucked away without a place to tuck! Ken immediately slid forward in his seat a bit and spread his legs to let his balls hang as the pressure inside them came on immediately. It was a gentle pressure in their very core, pushing out steadily as they expanded quickly to about the size of a baseball each. The skin of his scrotum thickened and grew out to accommodate, but then continued to grow and shift forward, the extra seeming to swallow the base of his dick! Thick folds of skin remained pooled at the base of his dick, the top of which fully fused to his crotch to become a sheath for his new dick to sleep in.
Ken gently rubbed and squeezed the round bulk of his dick. "I is pretty... unique. I will give it that. I always thought the bigger the dick the more sensitive, but, it actually kinda feels mostly the same now that it stopped changing."
Arcane nodded. "W-well, there is more mass for the nerves to spread through. Your cock is bigger- your hands aren't. You can only stimulate so much. See if it was longer, even with your hands being the same it would have the illusion of having more pleasure because the pleasure signals sent through the nerve receptors would have a longer distance to travel, creating a sort of... I dunno what you would call it, 'ghost pleasure' in your shaft as it went. Till your brain is told otherwise it assumes you're still having a good time."
"Well..." Ken smirked to himself, a bit drunk on arousal now. "If it has a sheath, it can pack itself away pretty well, right? Maybe I CAN do a crazy long cock."
"Oh you definitely can. Here!"
Ken shifted forward a bit more, now putting most of his weight on his feet, mostly defeating the purpose of sitting in the first place. This time he felt a powerful pleasure deep inside of himself that could only be his prostate growing larger. From there a gentle pressure travelled up his taint again, like he was getting a new erection even though the first was clearly still there. When it got half way to his balls however the pressure seemed to get stronger suddenly. Now as it travelled forward it both felt like a pressure and like something was squeezing against his dick, deeper in than any hand could reach. Ken stared at his sheath, panting a bit as the steady assault of odd new feelings strained him. He could not see it around the steep round curve of his bulbous cock but he did see the sheath getting stretched downward suddenly. He realized the sudden increase of pressure in his parenium was a fork in the piping! A second cock was growing out of his sheath! Instead of transforming his dick again to be long, she just gave him a second penis that is already long. Ken was a bit agitated at her reasoning but did not actually say anything just yet. Mild agitation was as far as he felt, he was more curious than anything at these changes. How was it going to fit? He got his answer when it followed the curve of his other cock, moving around and arching off of the outer curve of the first! It looked more like a tentacle at first, it had no definition. It was a bright pink in colour, though faded almost to grey at the very base as it stretched farther and farther out. Usually the feeling of getting an erection was short lived or subtle to the point where you rarely even think about it, but this was strong and maintained. Now he literally was getting a second erection, and new blood was being created at a rapid rate to power it. The cock seemed to bend one way then the other and Ken realized he had control over it, he could move it around at will! As it approached its full length two gigantic bulges surged into existence snaking their way up the shaft on either side- primary arteries. They were so large and thick they rivalled the large urethral bulge that was also made more prominent after they stretched the skin sideways. As it hit full erection the tip took form and the closest thing Ken could find to describe it as, was a flower. The tip was a tapered point but a bit flat, and instead of having the urethra in it, it was under it. The urethra was... huge. And it had a trumpeted end to it. Imagine someone wearing a mitten and holding a tiny trumpet in the palm of their hand upside down, and that was the general shape of the end of the dick. Odd, to say the least. It was also large and long enough that Ken was easily able to examine it, while sort of hunched over the end of it was an inch away from his face at most, making it the length of most of his torso.
"W-what sort of alien dick did you give me?!"
Arcane landed to rest a moment on the side of one of the few fully standing walls. "Alien? Its a Rhinoceros cock." She snickered. "Because its great at RAMMING things. This way you can test both side by side and see what you like best, length or girth. Since you are the only one who gets to enjoy these- your pleasure is the only factor to take into account. Oh and, you probably want to get better balance for this."
Ken stood up straight about to ask what she meant but then his entire body wobbled in place. He took a step back and braced on a nearby wall as his muscles filled with a warm gentle pressure and seemed to twitch and stretch on their own. His entire body felt so tight, and it sort of felt good. Like every inch of him was getting hugged all at once, even though the pressure was on the inside not outside. It almost looked like he was inflating a moment before the skin was stretched into the curvature and he realized he was getting more muscular. He needed only kick his pants off, but his shirt was ripping quickly and already too tight to remove properly, so he just gripped it and timed it with a growing pulse to rip it clean off.
"Oh! Stronger. Jeeze I didn't even think about that. Was so focused on getting something new it didn't occur to me I could just give myself something I should already have."
Arcane nodded, waving her antennae around like a conductor's baton. "You knew, just not your conscious mind. I am pulling this stuff from your unconscious. Your conscious mind is always in flux trying to mediate between what it wants, what it needs, what its been told it needs, and what it thinks it might need in the future. Your unconscious mind only cares about what you want. There is clarity in desire. No confusion there."
That would explain why he has been oddly at ease, even when her changes deviate from what he thought. Arcane's wings of energy started to give off a glowing powder that swirled in the air as Ken became more muscular. The swirling energy quickly filled the form of another porn star for him to look at while he changed. As his dicks twitched and swapped dollops of pre, he discovered the rhino cock had enough mobility to actively rub his griffon penis- not enough to get either of them off, but enough to pleasure them both still. Arcane walked up to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder as his muscles calmed back down, and a powerful wave passed through him. He was forced to wobble forward and nearly fall as his spine rippled and squirmed in a way that looked like it should have hurt. It straightened with a snap and yanked itself out, but rather than painfully create a divide in vertebrae a new one was born, extending the length. Then the muscles squirmed down again causing it to ripple, and then it yanked straight again, pulling longer. He felt something similar to the skin bulking up on his scrotum to make his sheath, but this time on the opposite side, and looked back to see a tail stretching out of him at a very rapid rate. Well there was no way he could live normally with a damn tail! What was she thinking this time? As it quickly got large though he was distracted by other feelings. One that felt almost like small arms spreading out inside of his torso, and quickly revealed themselves as a new pair of ribs having grown in- followed by two more! The other oddity was his anus getting pulled out! The base of the tail grew so thick that it was causing his lower back to raise out a bit, and it consumed the area where his anus used to be- pulling it down onto the tail itself. The tail alone was easily twice the length of his body when it stopped and he lashed it around to get a feel for the new control of movement. He hit a stone wall so hard he actually shifted one of the stones! He had to be careful, he had no idea what his own strength was now, and the tail was almost solid muscle. His ribs and mid section were longer and much more flexible too as an extension from the tail- traits of a snake, though devoid of scales at the moment.
He seen but was not able to properly register the fact Arcane had done the same transformation to her own borrowed human body. Before he could say anything she seductively slid to his side, her hand gently moving over the contours of his muscle toward his crotch. She turned and arched her huge tail over his body and then quickly under it, brushing his rhino dick and wrapping around him again, then again, and then quickly coiled tightly around his own tail and squeezed lightly. Ken blushed and closed his eyes to just focus on the feeling of the unusual embrace. She did not have to tell him now, he knew this well enough. He had always like the idea of Naga and Lamia's tails. A long very powerful, smooth body that could coil around him completely and give him a full body hug- or just as easily crush him like a tube of toothpaste. Because his tail was so long, he could technically coil himself. She gave him an aggressive squeeze before slithering back off him that made his lower ribs creak from the force. Because of that though, he did not notice the sudden pressure pop out of his groin as a third testicle plopped into his scrotum and rest comfortably between the other two. This filled his mind with a pleasurable haze as more hormones were now being circulated in him.
Arcane plopped down in the grass on her back and used her tail to hike her hips into the air, presenting her holes to Ken, telling him to give his dual prongs a test run. With all the pleasure and hormones in him he found no reason not to and quickly turned to her. One dick reached her much sooner than the other, but luckily the mobility of the rhino cock let him line that up quickly and shove in. Two thirds of that dick was already in her butt before the second one even reached her pussy. If she was a human she would have bottomed out long before this, but being a force of magic Arcane could literally just create space to put any amount of dick in her. He put a bit of the griffon cock in her but was going to pull out to get a more full thrust, remembering the barbs on the underside. They grabbed onto the walls of her pussy when he tried to move back and locked their position. The griffon dick could only go forward, not back. Arcane cooed at the feeling though, enjoying the tug on her passage. The thing with an incredibly girthy penis is- you can't really miss the G spot if you hit EVERYTHING. Because of how bulbous it is, once the griffon member got to a bit past the halfway point the elasticity of the vagina naturally pulled the rest in without either of them having to do anything. Ken shivered and paused as he got both fully in her now- apparently the most sensitive part of the griffon penis was the back curvature- it was the part least touched normally. Since they stand out, the barbs were the most common source of pleasure though. The barbs were certainly the female's favourite part, as long as the male did not get too aggressive with his thrusts.
As soon as Ken rolled his hip back to thrust it gave off a very loud pop, causing his lower body to tremble a moment from the movement inside! His hip became wider! And then again, and again! His butt expanded quickly to keep up, very quickly becoming huge and meaty- and the skin on the surface also started to bulk up tremendously. Arcane could see his confusion and told him his prostate was too small to power two cocks, and to give it room to grow without crushing itself she needed to make his entire hip bigger. The skin started to lose some of its coloration and become a bit bumpy as it thickened, and almost looked like it was melting a moment as it overlapped itself. Ken quickly recognized the skin- layered like armour plates and as thick as armour too- he had the cock and butt of a rhino now. The skin tapered off halfway up his back, and only a short ways down his tail. It seemed to only armour his outer thighs, but otherwise remained off his legs. He would have dwelled on it more but his pleasure started to surge on its own, telling him to not be distracted from fucking Arcane. His prostate was getting bigger, creating movement around itself, which might make him orgasm even if he didn't fuck- which meant if he wanted to fuck, he better do it now.
His tail lashed around in the air wildly without him consciously controlling it and his overly full scrotum swing and slapped down onto Arcane's tail holding her up for him. With his prostate mutating he was unable to last very long, only getting a bit of a feel for how either cock felt before they both exploded into her. After several long seconds and powerful thrusts as he fired a ton of cum, he could actually see her gut lifting up from all the volume. The huge urethra on the rhino cock could carry a lot of fluid quickly. The pressure of cum firing from him was not the only one though... another pressure popped from an opening in him he did not even know was there, and he unintentionally birthed a fourth testicle into his scrotum- before he even knew there was a third. To pull out he just relaxed his legs a bit to put a gentle pressure between them. Enough that when the barbs deflated would release them, but not enough pressure to yank Arcane around. It did not take too long and the griffon cock came out with a loud wet pop, since the shaft was still fully round. The barbs remained reduced to nearly unnoticeable bumps for only a moment, before flaring back out! His orgasm was more powered by his prostate growing- it was done now but still at full capacity, so neither of his dicks were ready to call it quits.
Arcane stood up letting the sticky white goo drool out of her casually as her tail sluffed off turning to mist. She changed her appearance to another porn star to switch it up. Ken was about to approach her again but wobbled and fell back down. He couldn't stand up straight! Rhinoceros were not bipedal, and he had the hips of one, so his legs could not stand properly! Ken was about to demand that change undone but his protest came out in a drawn out groan as more changes washed over him. The skin down his legs started to harden and turn grey like the rhino flesh, but did not thicken. If anything, it got thinner, and became ribbed. His toes all seemed to fuse together into one mass, shift around and then split into four, three forward and one back. His thighs became very, very short and rounded, making them hard to pick out against his huge butt cheeks. To make up for this, from his ankle to the front of his foot extended and bulked up to the point where it was even longer than his actual shin! His nails had been reduced to just a narrow sliver on each of the four toes but then quickly extended out. Very long, sharp and hooked, while also being narrow like a blade. Talons. He had human sized hawk legs! Ken cried out again and his tail arched back hard at the prickly sensation down its entire length. A million pricks along either side of it like it had been asleep and was just waking up. The tail muscles convulsed against the unwanted feeling, as thousands of quills started to push out of the skin. Once the tips were out the prickling went away and the feeling of them sliding the rest of the way out was pleasant. He arched his tail around his body to get a good close look at them, and at that moment from base to tip in a wave all the quills burst open. They all released a fan of bristles on either side revealing they are all newborn feathers- hawk feathers. The tail was still a snakes though, and devoid of feathers on the top and bottom, but large on the sides, making his tail like a giant fan.
"Ok, come on! How does this help me at all?!"
Arcane shrugged. "I said I would give you changes you wanted, not ones that would benefit you in any way. You admired hawks for their deadliness and sleek appearance. Oh, but speaking of deadly predators..."
"Wait n-nnnnnuuugh! What arrrr... nnn."
Thin, long bones started to grow under the skin of his back and an intense warmth spread down his arms and condensed into pressure in his hands. Being forced onto all fours put a strain on his palms, since this was not how humans are meant to stand, but this would fix that. His fingers started to compact in rather gross wet sounding pops, becoming much thicker to the point they all squeezed together making them nearly impossible to move individually. The extra skin created was forced onto the ball of his hand and swelled out into plush pads of dense flesh that started to turn black as it billowed out into paw pads. Like his feet, his nails seemed to turn to talons but sunk into the round flesh of his stumpy digits. with a voluntary flex, he seen he could force them back out. Retractable claws... a feline. The fur started to grow in where he felt the heat pass initially, and grew into dense fuz before it took on any colour- but once it did the transformation was unmistakable. No one would confuse that coloration with any other animal. Vibrant orange streaked with solid black stripes- Ken had tiger arms! The cushioning of the paw pads made it easy to stand on all fours now- and birds had the unique ability to deliberately cut the circulation to their legs to allow them to stand for extremely long periods of time without their legs getting tired. The tiger fur ended at his shoulder, but the coloration on his skin continued over his entire torso and tapered off on his neck. His chest, like a tiger, drained of colour to be stark white. While this technically solved his immediate issues with his new posture, this obviously couldn't be a transformation he stuck with. If he went anywhere near society he would be in a zoo by the end of the day, or in a government research facility!
He had completely forgotten about the odd growths under the skin of his back, till his arms finished and the new bone structure yanked out of him! It lifted and stretched the skin, pulling it out easily as a fine membrane. What looked like giant fingers stretched involuntarily against the sensations of the new muscles coming to life and pulling out. He felt like cramping in limbs he did not even have before, urging him to stretch them out as quickly as possible. Lifting out of his back came two small dragon wings! The finger-like appendages were the frame of the wings, the stretched skin the membrane. He half-flapped them and shivered at the sensation of the air on the never before touched limbs. The warmth of the sun caught on the backs and made him spread them wider to take in more of the soothing warmth. The back of the wings were tiger-striped since it was born from the flesh of his back. The underside however was his old skin tone, and because it was stretched so fine you could see the slight outline of veins on the underside of the wings. Held up to the sunlight, you could actually see the light through the membrane, making the veins very obviously visible.
Ken panted and sweat... at least on some parts of his body. Over half his body no longer had sweat glands at all, and his blood ran cold in his tail, requiring the sun to kiss it to keep his blood warm for when it returned to the rest of him. He could barely comprehend his form at this point. He knew he wanted to argue with Arcane and undo a lot of this, but could not think of what because his head was swimming in hormones. His dicks were still throbbing and bumping into one another in the wide sheath they shared. He needed to get off! If he waited any longer Arcane would just keep pilling absurd transformations on and he wouldn't be able to muster enough conscious thought to tell her to stop. He whipped his tail out behind himself to let the fan of feathers help drink in sunlight as he sat down on the soft grass.
As soon as his taint pressed down on the ground another pressure popped in his groin and a fifth testicle joined the others in his now slightly lumpy scrotum. It shifted around on its own quite a bit, each testicle drawing in and out from the body reflexively between one another, which caused them to just roll all over the place within the ballsack. His long torso bent over easily without straining is back- he was extremely flexible thanks to the snake traits in his spine. He could not really grip well with his paws though, so he needed to use both just for one cock. If he tried too hard to close his paws around it the claws came out- and he didn't want those razor points anywhere near his shaft. The soft pads felt great against his shaft though. He panted open mouthed, staring at his cocks as he masturbated the griffon one. Each of the barbs pulsed in time with his heart. But the other was completely neglected. But... so... close. He bent down a bit more, pressing his lips onto the head of his tall rhino cock, and slid into his mouth to take care of it without his hands. His head bobbed a bit, his hips twitched a bit, his testicles were playing musical chairs with one another in the remaining space of his sack. His pleasure surged! It came in throbbing pulses, his prostate going wild. He did not realize it was growing again. He revelled in the increased feeling as his cocks felt even stiffer, not realizing the tubing in his parenium forking again! His sheath stretched even longer as yet another penis started to snake its way out below the second to create a fan of cocks! The third started like the second, but remained that form even as it reached and then surpassed the length of the rhino cock. A sixth testicle popped out. He groaned around his dick as Ken watched the third cock appear and throb larger and larger with every pleasurable pulse. He sent pleasure down two dicks, into his prostate and then it fired back up and fuelled the growth of the third. Bent over as he was, his third cock actually continued to grow well past his head! Very streamlined, long with soft curves and a tapered tip. A whale dork. His prostate finished adjusting to now supply three phallus with ammunition and he was hit hard with orgasm. The griffon cock started spurting, then a second later his rhino cock started blasting gouts, and then a full second and a half later his dork started firing streamers. The difference in length was so much that were was a noticeable delay between each while it travelled the length of the penis. Because he was swallowing the load from his rhino cock at the time- Ken did not even register the fact that his neck cracked and popped as it got longer, making this position still easier to hold. He popped his head off, still attached be a thin strand of cum as he sighed from the release, and as he relaxed a seventh testicle popped out of him into the scrotum.
Again though, he exploded mostly as a result of his prostate growing to accommodate him, so everything he ejected was just excess- his prostate and balls were still full! All three of his dicks twitched now, demanding more, squeezed together tightly in the shared sheath. His seven balls absolutely drown all thoughts he had out completely. His conscious mind only appeared in short lived blips and existed only briefly enough to conjure images of things and people he found sexually attractive. As if losing its grip like his consciousness was, his human hair quickly fell away and turned to vapour, vanishing off him in only moments. He was going to get himself off again immediately but then faced the problem- he yet again had too much cock and not enough hand. He could use his paws to get off the griffon dick, then mouth for the rhino, but then his dork is left untended. He tried to bring his wings around, and they were long enough to touch his cocks, they could not grip it, so that would not work. Bumps started to appear down the length of his longer neck, creating a trail up the sides of his head and connecting his brows. All his brain could register of that was 'longer'. His next thought then was 'tail' as the other transformation that made him longer, and that was enough thought process to give him his answer.
Ken flopped haphazardly onto his side in the warm grass and swung his tail around between his legs, squishing up against his busy ballsack. He used the featherless smooth underside of his snake tail to rub the entire length of the dork shaft! In his pride of solving the problem, new muscles flexed in his neck, loosely attached to the same muscles that controlled his facial expressions. The muscles then tensed in surprise as he realized they were there, and his neck exploded in width suddenly! He had a cobra's crest! It just looked like bumpy flesh ridges when relaxed but opened up into a huge dish, lined with flesh nubs at the edges. The underside remained skin toned, but shimmered teal and pink like the inside of a clam shell. It tapered off onto his head, though the ridge continued onto his brows, making it almost look like he was wearing a hood if viewed from the front.
"M-morrrre? Ugh, muoo, uuuh..." His tongue started to rapidly get longer making speaking tremendously awkward.
His tongue lashed around, flexing to get a feel for its new length even as it still grew. The skin on the back of his crest and on his head started to bubble up a bit in places, becoming glossy and hard with condensed keratin. They lifted off slightly as it became a sheet of golden scales. Both his tongue and the scales belonged to the same animal- a pangolin, the only scaled mammal. Lust drunk, the only thought he could process on his new addition was- it looked like juuust the right size for his rhino cock. The pangolin tongue is very long, but also very narrow, and the rhino's urethra is huge. He arched around again and slid the entire length of his new tongue down the urethra to sound himself, while also giving himself head, while also masturbating with tiger paws, while also masturbating with a tail. An eighth and final testicle popped into his scrotum as they churned, barely being noticeable to someone who still had their mind, simply because of how busy the ballsack already was. Pleasure buzzed in his entire lower body like a vibrator cranked to 11.
Arcane shed her human form again, fluttering over Ken from above to get a better view, knowing he would be unable to notice or interact with her in his current state. She really had to give herself a pat on the back for this one, even though there was three last finishing touches still. She could look into his mind and touch on his desires easily, but putting them into motion was another issue. Trying to figure out where to put all the traits and animal aspects together so they don't clash or negate one another was some skilled work.
Because he was already looking down to tend to his many flesh pillars, Ken immediately seen the fat deposits building under his nipples as several more nipples formed in rows of two under them, spaced down his longer rib cage. Again, his limited thoughts only managed 'boobs' 'hot' 'like, more'. His grunts and moans started to even devolve further into growls and yips as his nose and lips turned black, and his jaws started to click and extend. Whiskers grew out of his face as it extended, and the shadow of fur to come started to grow in under the shade of the golden pangolin scales above. His old nipples were now hanging from the front of two full breasts, which were continuing to grow from his chest as the second pair of nipples below started to evolve into breasts as well. It was a warm pressure, gently feeding the breasts their growth, and when it stretched the flesh and fat further it sent subtle pleasure signals without him actually touching them at all. His ears grew long and big, folding over themselves and continuing to grow. His teeth became narrow but long and sharp as his face continued to stretch. He had to be a bit more mindful of his mouth full of dick with his mouth full of fangs, but the longer face allowed him to take in more and more. His breasts were starting to push into his chin. The top ones were getting really big and round, and the second set was now a full pair, and the third nipples were now starting to develop breasts! Because of how he was laying on his side, one breast from each set rest on the warm grass and the other rest on the side of the other breast- whenever he moved his torso they would wobble around on their surface and rub pleasurably. As fur grew in properly, it almost looked like the orange tiger fur was starting again on the other side of the pangolin scales but actually was more red- a vermilion fur, still with white underside on his throat and jaw. His ears were getting tremendously long to the point they were almost getting in the way- they were so large they couldn't resist their weight at all and were fully flopped down. His face finished fully extending in a final few cracks as the long, narrow face of a red fox. While the fur remained that of a red fox to the black tips on the ears, the ears were very clearly not a fox's. He had the ears of a lop-earned rabbit, sized up to a human head. The fox fur ended at the base of his neck, so while his torso was still coloured like the furs, it was still nude.
In still more surges of growth, the bloated round surface of his breasts forced his head too far out from his body to properly tend to his rhino penis! He growled and was going to protest but all that came out were very strange sounds. His human voice was long gone, only now he noticed his voice was a strange amalgamation that did not really sound like any one animal at all. His attempts at vocalizing either came out as yips with a high reverberance, or an extremely high pitched whistling sound that was almost inaudible to human ears. Unable to talk, and barely able to care, he returned to his changing body. His top breasts were pretty huge to the point he had no idea what the cup size was. The second set looked about DD cup, and the third C cup. While they all appeared to have stopped growing, and they did feel great... and he did love looking at them while he masturbated- they were also in the way. Uncurling his body he instead reached up to take the end of the dork in his mouth, then using his paws to grab the rhino cock just below the head, and then slid his tail in between to rub it back and forth between the griffon and rhino phallus. It was clearly working, his testicles all started to draw up at the same time. His crowded scrotum of eight testicles hung like a bunch of grapes when relaxed- but when drawing up they all fell into formation and stretched the scrotum out lengthwise. They formed into two rows of four down his crotch as he finally had an orgasm from masturbating, instead of a nearly forced orgasm from growth alone! In the middle of the orgasm a bone spur popped out of the skin in the middle of his head- a little painful but he was too preoccupied to care. It very quickly grew and extended out into a horn, long but also very narrow. It grew into a gigantic forward arch, so large it actually made his head difficult to hold up. It was thin and blade-like and had a rough, ribbed surface. The horn of a monoceros.
As Ken went limp, breathing heavily, Arcane fluttered calmly down to perch on the very tip of the giant horn. "Lets see... fox, monoceros, snake, griffon, tiger, whale, rhinoceros, dragon, cobra, pangolin, rabbit, and hawk. Oh, and I guess human of the opposite gender, so, 13? Your nuts are basically like a roulette wheel of sperm. They only fire the sperm of one of the species you are, but which one it picks during each orgasm is random."
Now that Ken's balls were not drowning him in hormone his head was finally clearing. "No... no way I can... can be this!"
Arcane's antennae lowered. "Aww, why? It is everything you wanted. Tons of pleasure, huge orgasm, ability to orgasm multiple times, able to take many mates, you are strong, you can fly... jeeze, what more do you want? Laser vision?"
"Uh, a body I can live in without being hunted down as a freak of nature?"
"Oh. Yea, I guess that makes sense." She thought for a moment. "But, that means your old body. We would be back to square one. Or did you forget the reason we were doing this in the first place?"
"Huh? Oh, yea because of the disaster at school."
"Yea, this is the first time you thought of it since we started, ya?"
Ken nodded, thinking it over since Arcane was clearly trying to make a point. He had not been thinking about it, he was busy pleasuring himself. It was a terrible thing to happen to him, but it is also in the past. It only exists now if it is reflected back on. If he only looks forward, he will never see it again.
"I... want my old body back. Its ok."
"Are you sure? Why would you want that old form?"
"Because I like me, and this isn't me. It felt great, but I don't imagine it is particularly functional. I mean the wings probably can't even lift me."
Once the lust and thoughts of finding a mate were cleared, Ken could see he was fine with himself just as he was. It didn't matter what embarrassing things happened to him, that doesn't change who he is. It didn't matter if everyone else thought he was a loser because they have no sway on him. It would be nice to have a girlfriend, and maybe he would still find one. But it wasn't the end of the world if he didn't. It isn't something he NEEDED. As long as he continued to appreciate himself, he could always move forward, so mistakes of the past remained in the past. Arcane nodded and this time it was Ken's altered body that burst into coloured vapour and vanished into the air, leaving his old self in its wake, as if he had always been there under it all. He went to grab his underwear and pants to put them back on and looked back to Arcane.
"Hey uh, can I get a new shirt? I sort of wrecked the old one. Hey, are you ok?"
Arcane's form seemed to flicker like a candle flame about to burn out. "Yes... but my time is up. Like I mentioned before, I am sealed in another location, I can only seep back into this world in short bursts. The rest of me is sealed in a land beyond dreams, the castle Greivanhal."
"So... no shirt?"
"No shirt. I did leave you a lil somethin' though~"
"What?" Ken looked around quickly. "What is it?"
"You'll find out, hehe. Bye bye for now~"
"Thank you for helping me!" Arcane vanished as he said it, so there was no reply, but he still had a feeling she heard him.
Aside from a torn shirt she did not seem to give him anything- anything tangible at least. But she helped him clear his head. She filled it with lust and buried it in pleasure so that it could reemerge with renewed clarity. Even if Ken never crossed paths with Arcane again, this was not an encounter he would ever forget. His parents always believed in magical beings like this, and Ken always thought they were a little nuts because of it. Now he is the one who will have to keep tight lipped at the risk of anyone thinking he was nuts. Suddenly his problems of yesterday seemed like a fleck of dust to be brushed off. Ken returned home confidently... though, still sticking to the less populated routes since he was shirtless. It wouldn't be till he tried masturbating again three days later he noticed Arcane didn't take ALL the changes away. | STORY |
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- Those shoes would transform my outfit today.
Quantifying determiners, such as all, many, few and some, explicitly tell you the amount or proportion of a given noun.
For example, He ate all the cake; Many people like pizza; all the boys will be there; Few children like Brussels sprouts. Additionally, ‘all’ can be combined with other determiners to clarify precisely what is being referred to in each instance.
Possessive pronouns such as ‘my’, ‘your’, ‘her’, ‘his’, ‘our’ and ‘their’ indicate ownership of nouns belonging to someone or something specific.
- You’re my best friend
- This car is his
- The dog happily wagged its tail
- Where has her phone gone?
- Today marks our anniversary.
- Their favourite band was playing.
Regardless of whether the noun in question is singular or plural, possessive pronouns remain unaffected.
Determiners V Pronouns
Pronouns are words used to replace nouns or other pronouns. They can stand alone and be the subject of a sentence, whereas determiners always come before nouns or pronouns.
Examples of pronouns include he, she, it, they, and we. Examples of determiners include definite articles (the), indefinite articles (a/an), possessive determiners (my/your), demonstrations (this/that), quantifiers (some/all), and numbers (one/two).
Use Examples and Questioning
Understanding determiners is essential to good writing and can sometimes be tricky. To help students understand it better, it is necessary to start by giving examples.
Show students a few sentences that use different types of determiners (demonstrative, possessive, indefinite, interrogative). Once they understand how these work in context, you can ask them to identify the types used in each sentence.
You may even want to give specific examples of their own lives so they can engage more deeply with the material. Teaching about determiners may seem daunting initially, but with the right approach and resources, all your students will speak and write like grammar experts in no time!
Here are 20 example sentences with determiners in italics:
- The cat was perched atop the fence.
- A strange figure emerged from the shadows.
- Some voices whispered in his ear.
- The crowd of onlookers cheered for their hero.
- We could not believe our eyes!
- He grabbed hold of the rope with both hands tightly.
- This path is darker than we anticipated.
- Those lights are too dim to illuminate our way forward.
- Every one of us was captivated by the beautiful landscape before us.
- Another storm was on its way, bringing with it destruction and chaos.
- Few people survive that place unscathed by fear and horror.
- Many years were spent searching for a cure to this plague, but alas, it remained elusive to all but a select few.
- All hopes had been dashed until an unlikely hero stepped up to save them from certain doom.
- Most could not fathom the dark secrets that lurked beneath the surface of this abysmal land.
- Both had forgotten what it felt like to laugh without dread at heart.
- Each step brought the heroes closer and closer to their destination, full of mystery and wonderment.
- Several cloaked figures were spotted emerging from a nearby cave, raising the alarm amongst those nearby.
- My only wish is to be reunited with my long-lost love again soon.
- Any foolish enough would suffer untimely consequences should they choose such a reckless course of action.
- A tumultuous roar arose from beyond the forest – ItIt’source unknown to any living being here today.
As any teacher knows, knowing a concept is one thing, but practising creating sentences with that concept is the key to mastery. This is especially true for determiners.
Learning the grammar rules and definitions of determiners will get your students off to a great start, but then move on to practice exercises that allow them to use determiners in creating their sentences.
When doing these practice exercises, incorporate diverse topics like animals, sports, holidays and more – this will help keep students engaged while helping solidify the basics of using determiners correctly.
Use Determiners In Their Writing
A great way to engage students is to get them to think of creative ways to use determiners in their writing pieces. You could set a task where they have to produce a story or poem using determiners as a focus or provide a list of words that need to be incorporated into the piece.
Another option is focusing on small items, such as articles and demonstrations, when working on pronunciation.
This might involve playing word games with sentences or discussing why certain determiner words sound right together in the context of a sentence or phrase.
Whatever approach you take, you must make sure your class understands the importance of using determiners correctly for their writing to flow naturally and accurately reflect its meaning.
With our teaching blog being an excellent source for fresh ideas, there’s a better time than now to get your class excited about determiners!
Determiners are a vital part of speech, and understanding how to use them correctly can improve your writing significantly.
By familiarising yourself with the different types of determiners and using them in sentences, you will be well on your way to mastering this essential grammatical tool. Thanks for reading, and happy learning!
If you found this helpful article, check out our article on how to add suspense to your class’s writing!
What is a determiner?
A determiner is a word used to introduce nouns and pronouns. Determiners provide context for the noun or pronoun, specifying a particular person, place, thing, or idea.
Common examples of determiners include articles (a/an/the), possessive (my/your), demonstrations (this/that), quantifiers (some/all), and numbers (one/two).
How do I use determiners in writing?
When using determiners in writing, choosing the right one for the context is essential. For example, if you are talking about a particular person or thing, you should use an article such as “the” or “a/an.”
If you are talking about a group of people or things, use a demonstrative (this/that) or quantifier (some/all).
Additionally, possessive determiners can be used to show possession or ownership. When in doubt, refer to a grammar book for help! | EDUCATION |
It was a shame what happened to everyone, but there was no use crying over spilt milk; they’d be there for days, in the process developing so much more of it that they’d have to arrange for an additional stay.
It was a bit of a joke among the priesthood, albeit one used to masquerade the desolation and despair commonly associated with their line of work. If they were ever called to any place, that meant things had already gone down the worst possible path, and the former city of Karena was no different. Struck by a plague, most of its inhabitants either perished or sought refuge elsewhere, until the last survivors moved out to neighbouring refugee camps until such a time as their former residence could be decontaminated properly. As soon as the victims were carted out, the Bearers were called in, given the details, and then asked to provide the help only they could.
Leading the contingent was one of the priesthood’s most promising adepts, a wolf by the name of Ven; though relatively young by the standards of her organization, she had nonetheless proven herself in multiple other disaster locations, most notably in the freak magical explosion that temporally displaced multiple settlements in the northern border and the unfortunate incident with the marzipan manufactury, for whom she was personally responsible for saving the lives of all of the workers present at the time. Her success could be attributed mostly to her prodigious qualities, as the Bearers preferred to call them; most of their members began their careers with moderately-sized bodies, growing into their responsibilities over time. Ven, meanwhile, bypassed all of that.
Three years prior, she presented herself to the local branch of the priesthood, intending to pledge her service to them. Immediately her future superiors knew that they had someone special in their hands: her firm, plump rear was already wide enough that she had difficulty walking through doors without getting stuck, melding down into a pair of voluptuous, perfectly child-bearing hips, flared to just the right degree. Her plump bosom was ripe with a creamy bounty, easy to flow and even easier to prod into extra production, stored away in breasts large enough that they swung close to her waist, protruding a good foot or two from either side of her chest. All in all, a figure that other Bearers would need years of intensive service to achieve was Ven’s version of a blank canvas, even if the wolf was incredibly sheepish about her form; covered from head to toe in the least revealing clothing possible, it took a lot of convincing to get her to strip for her inspection, after which the poor thing needed a long cooldown hug and reassurance on the part of the priestesses that everything was going to be alright.
Despite their initial concerns (and indeed hesitations), Ven quickly grew into her role, and not only demonstrated an innate talent for it, but her body displayed an outstanding malleability never before seen in any initiate. While some struggled to deliver a litter with more than three or four cubs at a time, Ven would never hold any less than seven, eventually eight. Where others had issues even mending something as simple as a broken bone, a short stay inside her welcoming womb allowed even the most badly injured of folks to be restored to full health within hours. And whereas most newcomers to the priesthood required hours between milking sessions, during which they were hard-pressed to produce anything more than a couple of bottles, Ven not only filled entire rows of pails, but simply refused to stop, her lactation so powerful that it only ended when she said it ended. All of this had compound effects on her body that even the chief priestesses couldn’t have predicted; not only did the wolf’s hips widen with every instance of her lending her healing womb to others, but her breasts seemed to be constantly swelling at all times, even when not being actively milked. Within a year of her service, when her first blessing was to be given, Ven was already so top-heavy that she often required assistance from other initiates just getting around.
Meanwhile, and despite her stellar performance, she remained as steadfastly humble as ever, refusing any accolades offered to her, and indeed bestowing them upon others whenever she couldn’t reject them outright. Nonetheless, her talents simply could not be wasted, and as soon as the First Blessing was administered, granting her an even bigger, heavier bosom, she was promoted to a full Bearer, so named for their chief purpose. From that point forward, she very rarely set foot in her original temple, instead being ferried from place to place, from disaster area to blast zone, always with the goal of repopulating desolate landscapes and providing aid to the ailing and injured. Whatever was required of her, Ven performed the task admirably, and it wouldn’t take long before her name began to be spoken of with some reverence, much to her concern and embarrassment.
The wolf insisted that she was exactly the same as any of her sisters, but they all knew this was merely a polite fiction, created for the purposes of maintaining appearances and not rocking the boat too hard… or at least, everyone else did; to Ven, it was her absolute truth. Nothing annoyed her more than being treated like she outranked anyone; far as the wolf cared, her job was to tend to the sick and help bolster population levels, not squabble in backroom politicking or decide who did what and got which prize. It was a terrible side to their priesthood, and one she hoped never to have to engage with. This alone was the biggest reason why she was out in the field so much; after a while, she got to choose, and thus picked to never be anywhere close to a meeting room.
Still, Karena would prove to be her biggest challenge yet. Three years and three blessings had done a number on her body, leaving the wolf practically unrecognizable to anyone who might’ve known her before. Each of her asscheeks was the size of a small couch, enough that if she wanted to, Ven could sit down on it with very little effort. Her hips managed to be wider still, as a result of both hundreds of births and countless injured and sick that took refuge within her womb; even if it was just a fraction of an inch each time, the boosts to her size added up, leading to a magnificently bottom-heavy figure. Her thighs as well provided the best care to those in need of a warm place to rest their heads; indeed, right now she was providing such aid to at least five people, all of which slept happily while sunk partially into her pudge. The greatest of changes, however, was still on proud display up above.
Normally, priestesses made sure to keep their Blessings evened out. One year for their busts, another for their wombs, yet a third for their lower bodies, rinse and repeat. But Ven knew better than that; her body was already the image of motherly perfection, her ability to carry young surpassing that of even the greatest of broodmothers. If she truly wanted to stand out and make a difference, really help those in need, then her breasts were the way to go. They alone could feed the hungry and the destitute, provide irrigation for even the driest of lands. Her cream was as mannah, ready to deliver the starving from their troubles and provide the largest bounty they could imagine. It was thanks to her that the Green Fields of Azalia were green at all, and why the famine that struck the eastern hinterlands took precisely zero lives. She was quite proud of that, and though Ven denied it, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of satisfaction in her bust as well: truly colossal, enormous to the point where some might call it excessive, needing to be carried on two wheeled pedestals and tended to by a group of initiates, it was large enough that she had issues seeing over it whenever she sat or lied down, and were so full at all points that leakage was a constant concern.
It was thus natural that their field headquarters was established in the exact same spot as one of the wheels broke off and Ven was unfortunately immobilized for the better part of an hour; it was close enough to the city that the cleanup crews and returning citizens could come to them for help, yet far enough away to keep their business separate from everyone else… plus it afforded enough silence during the night that they could sleep properly, milky churning from within Ven’s breasts notwithstanding; most of her entourage and accompanying staff had long-since learned to live with that noise, and some even took refuge underneath her bust to be lulled to sleep by it!
The first order of business when it came to repopulating such immense city centers was to get started on the first litter. It was madness to assume that any one Bearer could do the job all by herself; Ven’s contingent had thirty others of varying degrees of proficiency and experience, and even then they were only expected to fill the place up to half capacity, with the rest being comprised of returned refugees and resettlement efforts from other districts and provinces, most of which would be expected to serve as foster parents for the new children. Nonetheless, it was something they had to get started with immediately, and so they buckled down and got to work the moment their field nurseries were set up.
Along with the detachment of Bearers, their group brought with them a small group of males whose sole purpose was to enable them to fulfill their duties. While most of their kind who joined the priesthood did so with the express intent of serving in the vast, seemingly incomprehensible bureaucracy that made up the backend of their religious service, a few were considered to be blessed enough to serve more directly in the impregnation of the Bearers they accompanied. It was considered to be a prestigious position, and indeed was one that brought with it a myriad of perks and bonuses that few, even the priestesses, had access to. Nonetheless, they were still expected to be up for their assigned role at any given time, for days on end if so required; the strain this placed on their bodies was the price paid for a life lived in relative luxury.
Of course, there were more avenues for breeding than just the usual, and in fact it was considered good etiquette for Ven, or any other priestess in her position, to take generous contributions from those who either lived in the city or planned to do so. Within the first day, she already had a long line of petitioners wanting to make good use of her services, probably unaware of just who they were dealing with. For Ven, it was always a double-edged sword; on the one hand, she was still mortal, still made of flesh, and thus had her desires to take care of. Nowhere in the priesthood’s code was it noted down that the Bearers couldn’t enjoy their job to the fullest extent, and it was in fact quite normal (and, in some chapters, downright encouraged) for them to outwardly express how much pleasure they were feeling at any given moment. It was seen as an incentive, an encouragement to those who might be reticent about resorting to them, to know that they were enjoying the experience about as much as the locals were.
On the other hand, however, it was still a job, and Ven often had to remind her colleagues and fellow priestesses that their main task was to repopulate the disaster area, not serve as a mobile brothel. They were there to perform a service, not let the population experiment with their wild sexual fantasies. This alone led to the priesthood developing a bit of a reputation, one that Ven did not like to think about too much; it was already hard enough going through an endless stream of sex-starved petitioners desperate for a “dommy mommy” to tell them what to do without having to think about the implications of just what that meant.
Nonetheless, the wolf still tried her best to play the part; it was easier to get a contribution from the people in her tent when they were adequately aroused, after all, and though her body alone was more than enough in a vast majority of times, she still ensured her dulcet tones and inviting expression were well-trained enough that she could rely on them if need be. Her days were then spent going through the list, ensuring that she met her weekly quota before directing whoever was left to one of her fellows.
For Ven, delivering a litter had always been easy. On joining the priesthood, she was made aware of how well-adjusted her body was to such a task upon her first assignment, when she gave birth not nine months after impregnation, but seven. Continuous exercise of that particular trait of hers ensured that it was exaggerated and amplified, to the point where, three years down the line and now outside Karena, she could easily deliver a couple of dozen new young every fortnight. Try as she might, Ven never got below that number, though there was very little reason to even try anymore; even the High Priestesses only ever got down to a single month, leaving her without much incentive to push herself beyond what seemed to be a natural limit. Besides, her body’s adjustments to her pregnancies would make going any faster more of a curse than a boon.
It was no secret that her body was highly responsive to successful breedings; she hadn’t always been that enormous, after all, and it seemed that with every litter she successfully delivered, her body refused to shrink down as much as it did before. Some bloating was to be expected; her breasts needed to grow and fill with enough of a bounty to feed not just her pups, but entire cities or population centers, her thighs had to flare out to provide the safest, most comfortable of births, and her ass… well, her ass just kind of got rid of the excedent by taking it into itself, she wasn’t quite certain what was happening there. The point was that after every cycle, she gave herself a couple of days to drain down to a more manageable size, and while it used to be such a thing existed, now it was purely a difference between “big” and “extremely big”.
Ven had made peace with the fact she’d never walk around without help ever again, not unless the priesthood had some kind of hidden blessing where her body itself grew without her assets following it. Walking from place to place by her lonesome was a thing of the past, and she was ok with that; it was a testament to her dedication and service to others, a shining display of what it meant to be a Bearer, and a beacon of hope for anyone caught in a disaster area that, in the end, everything would fine. That said, the wolf would still like to be able to see the outside world without needing to prop herself up with a multitude of girders and pulleys, so the longer she could go without forcing her limits even harder, the better; last thing she needed was to be buried in her own tits, ass or, heavens forbid, both.
Thus, it was normal for her to divvy up her time into monthly chunks, where the first two weeks were dedicated to carrying and delivering a litter, while in the final two she served primarily as a healer; the two complemented one another, as her womb was at its strongest right after it had been “vacated”, plus she still retained enough of her pregnant size and fullness to feed as many as six hundred or more people on a daily basis from each of her breasts. The other Bearers in her group picked up the slack, but seeing as most of them still took a few months to finish their work, it was up to her and the other senior priestesses to do most of the repopulation. And for a city as big as Karena, the effects on her body would be… something.
It had to happen someday. Ven had deliberately sought out the smallest possible assignments, nominally because she wanted some time for herself, in truth because it was the only way to keep helping people that didn’t strand her between several mounds of soft wolf flesh. She wanted to avoid that fate for as long as possible, but now that the priesthood had ordered her to help in that place, there would be no escape. She sighed, her body already showing signs that it was going down a path from which she couldn’t recover barely two months in; two litters amounting to a record-breaking seventy-five pupe, a belly that had taken up her tent, and already her breasts were refusing to drain out, remaining at their “peak” size well into the second healing cycle. She was beginning to worry, actually, seeing as the amount of room in their field nursery was getting drastically cut short by her body alone, and they had other Bearers to worry about! Even worse, her nights were spent not sleeping properly, much too worried about the immense pressure she felt inside of her bosom, her creamy milk pouring out of her head-sized nipples at every moment of every day; whatever happened in the last two pregnancies had done something to her… something even Ven wasn’t sure of what it was.
Nonetheless, she had a job to do, and it wouldn’t be some unforeseen growth spurt that would lead her astray from her duties. Not one to give up even in the face of insurmountable odds, the wolf continued with her regular schedule, welcoming the third month with a brave face, a wide smile, and a non-insignificant amount of dread that she did her best to hide. As usual, the line of petitioners formed outside of her tent, a few having to be turned away due to being repeat visitors; everything seemed to be going just like normal, at least until a couple of hours into the process.
Even someone as fertile as her still had to obey a certain few laws and rules that were, far as she knew, inviolable. Chief among these was that pregnancies tended to take at least a couple of days before they “stuck”, what with all of that donated seed needing time to fertilize all the eggs she produced on a regular basis. In practice, this meant that despite being horribly bloated by so many eager young men wanting to have their turn with her, Ven had time to rest before her body began to produce young. That third month in Karena would come to change all that, because she felt something odd inside of here, something that wasn’t the male visitor whose turn it was to be intimate with her. It was a short sting, something akin to a short pressure crash, and the moment her head put the pieces of the puzzle together, she began sweating bullets.
It was a kick.
Her first instinct was to immediately declare the day’s session to be over so she could panic somewhere far away from prying eyes, but to do so would be to put the entire operation at risk of collapsing; sending all of the people on her waiting list to see one of the other Bearers would put undue stress on them to live up to her quotas, something that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, plus it would make people wonder if the priesthood could really live up to their promises. They were already running late on the repopulation schedule, even if that was mostly the result of backroom negotiations that failed to account for the practicalities in the field, so putting things off even more was likely to incur either the wrath of her superiors or a sternly-worded letter from whoever happened to be in charge of the city. Probably both, now that she thought about it.
But that was definitely a kick Ven felt, confirmed after it happened a few more times a couple of minutes later. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson when the wolf realized what was happening, her voice turning into a series of strained squeaks as she called up everyone waiting outside. How could it be possible for her next litter to already be forming? She wasn’t even done with the petitioners, much less her late-night fertility rites, so how could it be that her young ones were already developed enough to be kicking her from within? Was it even safe for her to have sex at all, were her suitors hurting or injuring her progeny in any way? The constant movement inside of her seemed to be indicating otherwise, plus a simple communion incantation didn’t reveal any kind of mental or physical distress inside of her womb… though it did show her the extent to which her body had gone out of control.
Ven normally carried fifteen to twenty young with each litter, though occasionally she would spike to about ten or so more. Never less though, not now that her body had been turned into the temple of fertility that it was through intense training and use. Even with her lowest numbers it was still enough to make her belly bloat to an almost obscene degree, pinning her down wherever she happened to be and making it near-impossible for her attendants to clean and clothe her. During her largest pregnancies she had to eschew all trappings altogether, opting instead for a large tarp that covered enough of her to keep the cold away. The two or so days before delivering her litter were the worst, with every inch of her womb occupied by one body or another, enough that the skin on her belly went from perfectly smooth to bumpier than a well-used road, in constant motion as her pups moved about and squirmed between one another. It was enough to drive her crazy and make the wolf remember a few urges she believed her training had gotten rid of; never enough to break her vows, goodness no, but just enough to make her want to do it. This, of course, was for a regular pregnancy.
In that moment of communion, she positively identified fifty pups inside of her, and she still had eggs unfertilized.
Her mind was awash with ideas, none of them coherent and most possessed of a certain degree of abject panic that would do her no good. All Ven could do was breathe as slowly as possible, remembering the breathing exercises taught to her by the higher priestesses for any such occasion she might find herself in need of an emergency cooldown. They weren’t working, and in fact just made her feel even worse thanks to her chest weighing down on her lungs, but at least it was something to do to get her mind off the immense problem growing inside of her; maybe that was the whole point, or maybe she was just beyond salvation. A chance encounter with one of the other Bearers, who happened to be passing by the entrance to her tent, allowed the wolf to signal for her to approach, after which it was a matter of trying to impress upon her the gravity of the situation with as few words as possible; there were still petitioners waiting outside.
The number of backroom assistants and fellow priestesses that began to congregate around her tent was sufficiently high that people began to wonder if things were fine. That they were hurriedly ushered in and told to “perform their duties” as quickly as possible didn’t help with matters, though some of the senior attendants had the initiative to distract with few suitors that yet remained with whatever came to mind. With a couple of her friends to help speed things alone, Ven went through the last people on the list, after which the tent was closed and an emergency meeting was convened.
The wolf made sure to tell the rest of the contingent everything she knew and suspected: from her bust size refusing to go down to the sudden development of young and the abnormal number of pups she was carrying inside of her. Much to her chagrin, the other priestesses in there chose to take it as a sign that Ven was truly blessed by their goddess, and thus their endeavours in Karena were not only right, but truly favoured by her! As much as she wanted to say something about that, the wolf knew better than to contradict a divine proclamation; even if she personally felt it was unwarranted, the last time anyone tried to do that ended in so many rampant curses running around that a second group of Bearers had to be sent in to mop up after the mess made by the first one.
Nonetheless, Ven insisted on keeping herself isolated for the time being, even if it was unlikely that whatever happened to her was contagious; it was better for her sanity to not have a bunch of people constantly asking her if everything was alright or if she needed anything done, or if this or if that… she got enough of that back at the temple and it drove her up the wall more often than not, so now with the added stress of a litter of abnormal proportions, Ven was half a second and a bad comment away from simply losing it completely, especially after it became clearer than ever how fast that pregnancy would progress.
At first, the wolf hoped that it would be done and over with in a few days’ time, that the rate at which she had developed her pups would be translated into a much shorter wait; this seemed to be confirmed by how quickly her belly swelled over the course of the next couple of days, easily reaching her regular “maximum” size without giving her nearly as much time to get ready for it. But as her waters refused to break and the pressure kept building, Ven had to confront herself with the fact that it just wouldn’t be as easy as she would’ve hoped; her body continued to grow, both tits and midriff expanding to meet the demands of this “super” litter she had growing inside of her. Their bust in particular was going through a transformation and a half; it was clear to her then that their refusal to shrink had been a prelude to her body pulling a fast one on her, as it allowed both breasts to inflate with an amount of milk so massive that she had to beg for some of her assistants to drain her. It was the first time in her life that such a thing happened, thus leading to quite a lot of raised eyebrows and flushed cheeks when the pails had to be brought out.
And yet, those things still weren’t the biggest distraction. Her fur was stretched, her skin made taut, her belly groaning as it struggled to keep up with the sudden demand for more room. Her womb was brought to the breaking point and beyond, yet refused to budge, simply enlarging as much as it needed to for the sake of the little ones inside of it. She could feel them moving around, and after a few days, she could see them as well; bumps on her belly that moved from spot to spot, travelling along the surface of it before descending into the depths, only to be replaced with two more. Their movements were enough to keep her perpetually on the edge, but Ven made sure never to succumb to that particular need; it was unbecoming for a priestess of her station, and besides, it’d… do things to her. Things she wouldn’t be able to resist the influence of.
A full week went by before she dared to admit to herself that things were not fine. She was filling her tent so much that the few people in charge of keeping her fed had to very carefully skirt the edges just to get close enough to her, and it wasn’t just her front anymore; with so many pups to deliver, her ass and thighs had fattened and widened so much she was now using them as her own personal couch, seeing as nothing in their possession would be able to hold so much weight and not break in half. Her cheeks made for a surprisingly comfortable seat, all things considered; though the wolf was somewhat sore from the pressure of it all, her ass still kept a certain level of pudginess that allowed her to rub along the ground whenever she needed to readjust herself, and not feel like she was scratching an overinflated balloon, as was the case with the colossal weight slung out in front of her.
The heat in the tent, too, began to rise, making it practically impossible to even stay there if not for the dedicated team of assistants that had taken it upon themselves to keep it as well-ventilated as possible. Fans, both electrical, magical and manual, not to mention opening as many flaps in the fabric as they could without exposing her body to the elements or unwanted gazes. Not that Ven cared that much; her mind was somewhere far away, detached from her physical self and adrift in a hazy sea of motherly love and copious amounts of unexplainable lust. It wasn’t even her size anymore, but the sheer glory of motherhood that was starting to work for her. Poor Ven rubbed her legs against one another, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching need she had for something… more. Something that could help prolong the pregnancy, something to make it even grander in scale. She dared not verbalize any of those desires, lest anyone start to think her priorities had shifted, but in those few brief moments where no one was around her, when no ears were present to hear, she allowed her throat to moan and beg for certain things that were best left unsaid.
Days passed and it didn’t get any better. Ven had hoped the pressure would fade, or at least her brain would start to tune it out, but it just kept getting worse. It mounted higher and higher, right up until she felt her popped-out belly button touch the far end of the tent… at which point the crowd of attendants decided that enough was enough, a line had been crossed, and it was better for everyone to be able to see her instead of potentially threatening the well-being of the biggest litter of the operation so far. Ven didn’t even have her weak protestations to fall on anymore; she was too far gone to put up any resistance whatsoever, and in fact welcomed the change. The better for her body to be seen and admired as the symbol of fertility that it was, that all might look upon it and know that, in the end, everything would be fine.
By the end of the second week, they had started to get their first noise complaints. The wolf’s breasts had to be hooked to a series of pumps whenever they needed draining, pumps that were loud enough that whenever they were busy draining gallons of milk each second at their very lowest, people around her had to wear cloth on their ears just to be able to hear themselves think. Her belly too began to complain ever so loudly, especially towards the end when her pups reached their fully-developed size and began poking at the exit. This was to say nothing of Ven’s voice, which had cracked from the amount of use and been reduced to a series of squeaking sounds that just barely resembled words. The biggest Bearer in the priesthood had finally met her match, and now that her time was up, all she could think about was how much of a disappointment it was for that to be the end. She didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want it to end.
And that’s when it came to her: it didn’t have to end. It would… pause. Just pause, yeah. Sure, her belly would shrink, as would her breasts unfortunately, but in a couple of weeks’ time, she’d be right back at it again!
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Activities to Teach Students to Use Singular and Plural Nouns
In English, nouns can either be singular or plural. It is essential for students to learn how to use these two forms properly to communicate effectively. Activities that focus on teaching students the use of singular and plural nouns can be engaging and effective. Here are some activities that teachers can use to teach students how to use singular and plural nouns.
1. Noun Hunt
Start by dividing your classroom into teams. Give each team a list of singular nouns and let them search for the plural form of each noun. You can make the hunt more exciting by setting a time limit for each team to find as many plural nouns as possible. The first team to complete the list wins.
2. Sorting Games
Divide your class into groups and give each group a set of flashcards with singular and plural nouns. Students should sort the cards into two piles, one for singular nouns and another for plural nouns. The group with the most correctly sorted flashcards wins.
3. Sentence Construction
Provide your students with a list of sentences with singular nouns. Ask them to construct sentences that use the plural forms of the nouns. This activity can be done as a group or individually, depending on your preference.
4. Story Writing
Ask your students to write a short story that uses both singular and plural nouns. This activity will help them practice using the two forms of nouns in context. After the students have written their stories, ask them to read them aloud to the class.
5. Noun Flip Book
A noun flipbook is an excellent classroom activity for teaching singular and plural nouns. Using index cards, the students can make a flipbook where they write the singular form of a noun on one side and the plural on the other side. This activity helps the students to visualize how to convert singular nouns to plural nouns.
In conclusion, teaching students the use of singular and plural nouns can be an exciting and interactive process. These classroom activities help students learn quickly while having fun. As students learn how to use these basic grammar skills, they will be better equipped to communicate effectively in writing and speaking. | EDUCATION |
- Explain how a person’s identity can consist of various personal and social identities.
- What makes us who we are?
Social Identity [soh-shuh l ahy-den-ti-tee] identity characteristics that affect how others interact with you and you interact with others. These can include race, gender, age and other characteristics.
Personal Identity [pur-suh-nl ahy-den-ti-tee] identity characteristics you would give yourself. These can include traits, behaviors, beliefs, values and other characteristics that make you who you are.
Visible Identity Characteristics [viz-uh-buhl ahy-den-ti-tee kar-ik-tuh-ris-tiks] identity characteristics that are readily seen by others.
Invisible Identity Characteristics [in-viz-uh-buhl ahy-den-ti-tee kar-ik-tuh-ris-tiks] identity characteristics are not readily seen by others.
Adapted from Teaching Tolerance PD Café “Digging Deep Into the Social Justice Standards: Identity”
- Begin by introducing the idea that we are made up of many social and personal identities by giving a teacher example.
- On a piece of chart paper that will be used in Lesson 2, draw an inner/outer circle diagram.
- Ask students what identity characteristics strangers might attribute to you if they saw you in public. Guide the class to list identities in the outer circle. Explain to students that these identities can be considered social identities. They affect how others interact with you and how you interact with others. These can include race, gender, age and other characteristics. Because these characteristics are readily perceived by others, they can be considered visible. However, social identity can also include other characteristics that are invisible, such as sexual orientation, religion, immigration status and others. Add to the outer circle additional identities as applicable.
- Explain that personal identity is made up of identity characteristics that a person would attribute to themselves. These can include traits, behaviors, beliefs, values and others. List your personal identities in the inner circle.
- After introducing these concepts, communicate the essential question and objective.
- Now that students have seen an example of an identity circle, explain that they will create their own.
- Tell students to list their own social and personal identities on the inner/outer circle diagram handout. To ensure all students feel safe and comfortable, be sure to explain to students that they do not need to include all of their identity characteristics. Remind students that identity can be sensitive because it can influence how people interact with us and how we interact with others.
- Once students are finished, ask if anyone feels comfortable sharing their diagram with the class. Reassure students that they do not have to share unless they feel safe and comfortable. If certain students do want to share, have them read aloud their diagrams.
- Thank any volunteers and ask students to keep this circle diagram activity in mind during the next task.
- Have students watch “Bibi” and take notes for a jigsaw discussion.
- Explain to students that they will now watch “Bibi,” a film that includes themes about identity. As they watch, they should take notes on the social and personal identity characteristics of one character.
- Put students into groups of three and assign each student a different character: (1) Ernesto, the father, (2) Bibi, the son, or (3) Licha, Ernesto’s girlfriend. Distribute the Identities Handout to each student. Before watching the film, model how to take notes. For example, one character in the film, Licha, speaks Spanish and English. So in the language row, we can write “bilingual—Spanish and English” inside Licha’s column. Explain to students that as they take notes, much of what they write will be based on assumptions, especially since we do not know these characters personally. Furthermore, students might have to leave certain rows blank since the viewer does not have enough information.
- Begin watching the film and have students take notes.
- Next, have students jigsaw their notes to their group. Then discuss their answers as a class.
- Explain to students that they will take turns sharing their notes. As they listen to the other group members, they will complete the rest of the table by taking notes on what is shared. Groups should be sure to discuss which answers were based on assumptions.
- Once all groups have finished, have one student for each character write their answers on the board. As they write, have the class monitor the answers and recommend whether or not anything be changed or added. Tell students they will share their recommendations and reasons why after all group members have finished writing the answers.
- After they finish writing, have students stay at the board to call on classmates to share recommendations and reasons why. Have students write any additions alongside original answers.
- Once answers are shared, lead a whole-class discussion based on the following questions.
- Based on your own inner/outer circle diagram, were you able to relate to any of the characters? Answers will vary but should be focused on student-specific connections.
- Were there any identity characteristics that were less visible than others? Students might cite Bibi’s sexual orientation and bilingualism. Until Bibi came out, his sexual orientation was invisible to his father. From Licha speaking in Spanish to Bibi, the viewer might infer that Bibi speaks Spanish. Without these scenes, Bibi’s bilingualism would otherwise be invisible to the viewer.
- What identity characteristics did we assume that could actually be incorrect assumptions? Much of what we write on the table could be an incorrect assumption. For example, students might assume that Licha is straight since she is dating Ernesto, but she never states her sexual orientation. This would be an invisible identity characteristic that is never made apparent to the viewer.
- Exit Ticket: have students answer the essential question with a think-pair-share discussion.
- On a scrap piece of paper, ask students to answer the essential question. What makes us who we are? Ask students to incorporate vocabulary and cite examples from the film or their circle diagrams.
- Have students take turns sharing out responses in the same groups as before.
- Extend share out to the whole class. Call on pairs to share answers.
Alignment to Common Core Standards
Written by S. Nevarez | EDUCATION |
In 8th Grade, students learn how to find the volume of 3D figures such as cylinders, cones, spheres, and hemispheres. A cylinder is a 3D shape that has two circular bases of equal size and a curved surface that connects the two bases.
The volume of a cylinder formula is V = πr^2h, where r is the radius of the circular base and h is the height of the cylinder. Math teachers can provide “Find volume of a cylinder worksheet” to their students.
This worksheet includes a variety of problems that require students to calculate the volume of a cylinder using the given information, such as the radius or diameter and height of the cylinder. | EDUCATION |
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Visions of Freedom: Democracy
During Reconstruction, African Americans gained citizenship rights. The United States government recognized these rights by creating three amendments to the Constitution and passing the first federal civil rights acts. These laws promised equal protection, equal access to public accommodations, and the right to vote regardless of race.
But after 1873, the federal government retreated from enforcing civil rights laws. White supremacists used voter suppression, violence, and terror to regain political power in southern states and to strip away the rights gained by African Americans. By the end of the century, in place of democracy, African Americans faced a system of racial discrimination that confined them to second-class citizenship.
During Reconstruction, African Americans exercised their newly recognized rights of citizenship by voting and having representation in government at the local, state, and national levels. As federal laws removed racial barriers to the ballot box and political office, Black men sought to define new ideas of American democracy based on racial equality and justice.
Though denied the right to vote, Black women also helped lead the struggle to create a new nation from the ashes of slavery—a more just, free, and equal society. They joined with Black men and white women in demanding the full rights of citizenship that had long been denied to them, including the right to vote, expressing a vision of democracy not restricted by race or gender.
In 1867 Congress passed the Reconstruction Acts, which placed former Confederate states under military rule until they ratified the 14th Amendment and established new constitutions guaranteeing equal rights and protections to African Americans. Under the Reconstruction Acts, Black men in southern states could vote and hold office for the first time. Black men could still not vote in most northern states until 1870, when the 15th Amendment outlawed voting restrictions based on “race, color, or previous condition of servitude.”
Give us the suffrage and you may rely upon us to secure justice for ourselves.
Convention of Freedmen in Virginia, 1865
While not allowed to vote, Black women attended political meetings alongside men and voiced their opinions on issues. Many also accompanied their husbands and other male relatives to the polls. Black women were also among the earliest and strongest advocates for women’s right to vote. Though many white female suffragists objected to the 15th Amendment for not extending the vote to women, most Black female suffragists supported voting rights for Black men as an important first step toward universal suffrage for all Americans.
Among the Black women who articulated this vision of universal rights and representation was poet and activist Frances Ellen Watkins Harper. In a speech to the Eleventh National Woman’s Rights Convention in 1866, she stated: “We are all bound up together in one great bundle of humanity, and society cannot trample on the weakest and feeblest of its members without receiving the curse in its own soul.”
During Reconstruction, most African Americans voted Republican, the political party that supported Black civil rights. Many became active in the Union League, a Republican organization that registered freedmen to vote and educated them about their rights. William Kennedy and Lewis Lindsey of Richmond, Virginia, received this commission as deputy members of the Grand State Council in 1869.
Between 1865 and 1876, over 1,500 African American men held public office in southern state and local governments. They served as state senators and representatives, lieutenant governors, city council members, sheriffs, justices of the peace, superintendents of education, and more. Most were elected in districts with majority-Black populations. The election of Black officeholders was bolstered by the 14th Amendment, ratified in 1868, which barred prominent ex-Confederates from holding state or federal office. For most, this restriction was lifted in 1872.
African Americans elected officials to represent their interests in state legislatures across the South.
I hold that I am a member of this body. Therefore, sir, I shall neither fawn nor cringe before any party, nor stoop to beg them for my rights.
Henry McNeal Turner, Speech on the Eligibility of Colored Members to Seats in the Georgia Legislature, 1868
Perhaps the most visible example of African American political gains during Reconstruction was the election of Black senators and representatives to the U.S. Congress. For the first time in history, Black men served as the nation’s lawmakers. While these officials represented the newly freed constituents of their southern states, they also advocated for the rights of African Americans nationwide.
George Henry White (1852–1918) was elected as a Republican to the U.S. House of Representatives in 1896. He used his platform to speak out for racial justice and introduced the first anti-lynching bill. After leaving office in 1901, White was the last African American to serve in Congress until 1929.
The presence of over 1,500 African American officeholders in local and national politics during Reconstruction was a watershed moment in U.S. history. But starting in the 1870s, white southerners began systematically suppressing Black political activity and denying Black men the vote. As a result, most African Americans lost their political offices.
In the years after Reconstruction, when the number of African American elected officials was low, federal patronage positions—in mailrooms, customs houses, and other federal agencies—sustained a small but politically active Black middle class.
It would not be until the 1965 Voting Rights Act that Black officeholding began to rise again, and Black political representation did not reach or surpass Reconstruction-era levels until the 1990s. Today, despite gains driven by the Black Lives Matter Movement, African Americans continue to be underrepresented in elected offices at the local, state, and federal level. | EDUCATION |
While they were once a mystery, we now know quasars are driven by black holes in the center of galaxies, and are part of a larger class of objects known as active galactic nuclei, or AGNs. What makes quasars distinctive is that they are very bright, and their light is highly redshifted. This latter property means that they are also very far away. Because of their great distance, the light from quasars began their journey billions of years ago. This means the study of quasars allow us to understand the earliest examples of active black holes. The great distance of quasars also poses a challenge, because it is difficult to measure the properties of an object billions of light years away. But sometimes a bit of luck will allow astronomers to make some good observations. Such is the case of a recent paper in Nature which measures the rotation of a quasar’s black hole.1
The particular quasar in question has a redshift of z = 0.658, which means its light left the quasar about six billion years ago. It also happens to be behind a much closer galaxy from our viewpoint. You might think that might make observing the quasar worse, but in away it is actually a good thing. The mass of the close galaxy acts as a gravitational lens, bending the light of the quasar a bit, and focusing it in our direction. This means we actually see more light from the quasar than we would if the closer galaxy wasn’t there. Of course the galaxy also distorts the light coming from the quasars, so the team had to reconstruct the image of the quasar using the gravitationally lensed light.
Doing that, they then had a strong enough x-ray source from the quasar to analyze its rotation. This is done by looking at light reflected off its accretion disk. The region around the supermassive black hole of the quasar generates intense x-rays, and some of it reflects off material in the accretion disk. The motion of the accretion disk around the black hole means that some of the reflected light is redshifted more than the average for the quasar, and some less. By measuring this difference it is possible to measure the rotation of the accretion disk, which in turn allows us to determine the rotation of the black hole.
The rotation of a black hole is often given as a parameter known as “a”. This parameter can have a value between 0 (no rotation) and 1 (maximum possible rotation). Sometimes in the popular press it is stated that the maximum rotation rate is the speed of light, but that isn’t quite how things work. So we’ll stick with “a” as a measure of its rotation. What the authors found was that this particular quasar had a rotation of at least a = 0.66, and very possibly as high as a = 0.87. This is a very high rotation rate, and it likely means this particular black hole formed as a merger between two smaller black holes.
What makes this interesting is that it hints at early supermassive black holes forming by mergers. By the time the universe was 7 billion years old, two supermassive black holes had formed, then merged to produce this fast-rotating supermassive black hole. Of course this is only one example, so we don’t know if such fast-rotating quasars are common or exceptional.
What we do know is that even early black holes can rotate very fast indeed.
Reis, R. C., et al. “Reflection from the strong gravity regime in a lensed quasar at redshift z= 0.658.” Nature 507.7491 (2014): 207-209. ↩︎ | EDUCATION |
Belial: Diary of Transformation
Day 0
Nothing much to write about tonight, Diary; I've just come back to school after spring break, and classes don't start until tomorrow. The break could stand to be a little longer, but to be truthful I'm glad to be back on school grounds.
We celebrated my birthday, and I can't believe my parents had to gall to invite Beryl the Bitch to my party. I can't believe it! After that whore gets herself transformed into some sort of canine she-beast as a divine punishment for her sexual deviance, they go and invite her to my party!
It totally ruined the mood, and probably my parents' social reputation. There's a reason mother and father sent her off to live in the summer home. So she wouldn't march around the house and be an embarrassment to us all with her fur, her tail, those obviously canine ears, her fangs, oh, and I did mention her rather prominent extra additions?
It's disgusting. There's no way you can cut a dress or apply a corset to hide those four extra melons and that... urgh! It's disgusting!
Thankfully she doesn't come around often, so I'm spared the sight of her humping guest's legs, or whatever it is that she does. Utterly repulsive.
That's why I'm glad I attend Madam Dominia's School for Pure Girls. No one with a physical mark of their loathsome transgressions is allowed to attend, or even to set foot on campus.
I'm proud to attend such a prodigious school where only true humans are allowed.
It makes me feel even better to be here ever since I've learned what's taking place down in Freya's Realm. Supposedly to celebrate the great demoness' 2500th birthday, they're mandating that every single woman subject themselves to sickening transformations.
It's disgusting, turning an entire nation of women into little more than living sex objects.
There was a fashion show some months ago where the same sort of thing happened. The same "phallus with legs" form as the result.
And it was called terrorism.
And now when some great bitch of a demon decrees it, it's now a celebration!
Disgusting.
Mother and father have begun selling their holdings in Freya's Realm because of it. We actually lived down there for a few years in my youth. It was a disgusting place, and it's made me all the gladder to be here.
I'm going to go to bed now, Diary. I have a bit of a stomach ache. Perhaps the new cafeteria chef's style of preparation doesn't agree with me. I'll have to complain in the morning.
Day 1
Oh Diary, it's horrible! I woke up this morning and there was a weird, stiff feeling between my legs! Some hateful bitch must've slipped something into my food, or someone spread some disgusting alchemical concoction on the train ride here, or something!
I have a cock, Diary! Someone has gone and inflicted me with this terrible disfigurement. I'm not sure what to do, since if I go to the school staff to report this, I'm going to be expelled. But it wasn't my fault!
I'm trying to figure out where I could have possibly come into contact with something of a transformational nature. You're supposed to be able to know immediately when some terrible person has poured the vile, transformative, sexual essence of a demon on you.
Maybe they did it while I was sleeping? My roommate isn't back yet, so it couldn't have been her.
It's terrible to think that we could have a transformation terrorist here like has happened at some other schools. Some hateful bastards who hates themselves for their own transformations, and want to inflict pain on others by giving them shameful alterations.
I thought this place was supposed to be safe. There's never been an incident like this in the history of the school, and if there had been I certainly wouldn't leave my door unlocked as I have been.
I think it's somebody here at the school. If it was one of those terrorists, my change would've been a bit more sensational and harder to hide. They'd want the publicity and they'd want everyone to see the work they'd done.
This change seems more vindictive and personal. Such a comparatively small change; it's not even one of those massive, disgusting, things that leaks arousal all the time. From what I've seen of men's bits, it's not really much of anything. And it's not even the whole unit, just the shaft, no testes or scrotum. Just a bit of a rod where my clitty used to be.
Except for the initial discomfort upon awakening, which I think is normal; it's not even very intrusive. Without arousal to keep the blood flowing, it actually gets rather small and unobtrusive. At times I can scarcely remember that it's there.
The more I think about it, the more positive I am that being inflicted with this deviation of gender is meant as a personal humiliation, since I've made my opinions on the transformed rather clear, and it seems that some people are just lustful beasts deep down and can't stand it when I point this out.
Anyway, I'm going to make sure to lock the door tonight when I go to bed, and will try to avoid anything with sauce in the cafeteria, as that would be the easiest place to slip me something.
-o-
Just a note here at lunchtime, Diary. Things have gone well so far. My disfigurement isn't very large, perhaps six inches or so, and as no one is paying close attention to my crotch, likely it will escape notice for quite some time, allowing me to perhaps find the perpetrator of this foul crime.
The organ itself has been a bit of a nuisance, as I find it becoming engorged and erect at rather inopportune times. I wonder if a true male has to deal with such a thing springing to attention at inconvenient moments, or if this is merely something else that is meant to be an embarrassment upon me.
I also find myself somewhat curious as to what it would feel like in a proper sexual encounter, but I am most certainly going to refrain from doing so. One cannot fault a young woman for wanting to release tension every so often, and there are studies that show that it is good exercise and an excellent way to maintain the cardiovascular system.
But to explore the disfiguring addition to my anatomy would be like embracing and accepting it. It would be something that a lustful harlot would do, ever eager to enhance her library of sexual pleasures and experiences. So I shall ignore it, no matter how curious I become.
-o-
No additional changes or oddities now that it's time for bed, Diary. Though I've made no progress in discovering who has done this to me, either. My roommate, Sera, has moved out. It seems that she was only sharing a room due to her late sign up, and as several girls have withdrawn from the school, a single room has opened up for her.
They're not sure when they're going to get me another roommate, but for the time being I feel that it is all for the best. All Sera's things have been removed, so I'm quite sure that if the culprit was her, or something amongst her things, that I will be fine from here onward, and will likely not see another thing relating to this gruesome thing between my legs.
I am not quite sure, but I think that it might be a little bigger than it was this morning, I didn't measure it, and I don't feel that it would be a proper idea to play with it enough to get it rigid enough to get a proper measurement. Perhaps I will in the morning when it is erect anyway.
Day 2
Oh so disgusting! It's repulsive, Diary! I recall strange dreams, filled with darkness and sensation, and I awoke to this strange pleasurable eruption and felt a liquid warmth surging forth from me!
I had at first thought that I had wet myself, but darting to the bathroom to clean myself up, I discovered something else entirely!
The hated disfigurement has grown, most definitely, and even though I lack the anatomy for producing seed, it has seen fit to spew forth some sticky, pearlescent, something upon me.
My panties were saturated, the wetness spread to my nightgown, both of which I stuffed into the laundry hamper. Thankfully I am of the mind to keep myself tidy in such an area, and was spared the humiliation of having to wash the slime from my nether hair.
The damnable thing is ten inches long, I measured. And it seems somewhat more attentive than it was yesterday, as it sprung back to erectness as I washed myself. It did not do so yesterday during my morning shower.
I shall return to bed, hopefully bereft of further incidents with this cursed thing.
But at least no new changes have appeared.
-o-
Damn them all, Diary! I had spoken too soon. Upon awaking at my usual time, I discovered another alteration. Or perhaps it was there to begin with and only activated upon the climax of my masculine aspect. Or perhaps it just grew too slowly to notice upon my previous awakening.
But it appears that I am pregnant, my belly rounded as if I had been with child for several months. I do not believe that I actually carry a spawn of lustful transformation inside me, as I have felt no movement, which I would if it were a true pregnancy.
Nor is my belly rigid; it compressed quite easily and without discomfort, and I am easily able to keep it hidden with my corset, be it a little tighter than normal.
My door remained locked, and the outside lock does not appear to have been tampered with. Meaning that my alteration was either with me originally, applied some time during the day, or my tormentor snuck in through a window, or had a key. Or that the method of transformation is something within my nightly routine, or in my bed.
Tonight I will take no chances. I will wedge a chair beneath the knob, place hairs across the windows to see if they are broken upon the entrance of the fiendish individual that humiliates me with these changes, and sleep in Sera's former bunk.
I also cannot rule out food contamination. Today I shall avoid the condiments and anything of a liquid nature, drinking mere tap water with my meals. Fresh fruit, eggs, and meat slices seem my best bets for sustenance today. The heat of the fire loosens and discorporate the power of non-fire based magics, so if someone is slipping something into the food during preparation, it ought to at least lessen the effects.
I will pay careful attention to my classmates today, looking for odd behavior, or alterations in movement and dress to cover perhaps similar changes to my own. Such would confirm that it is something in the food, or something that we all have access to.
I still cannot reveal myself, even in questing for the truth of these circumstances, as I do not want to be expelled from the school, especially when I may be able to uncover some sort of sadistic plot by a transformee-loving whore, or coven of such whores upon the campus.
-o-
Lunchtime, Diary, and no further alterations to report; my belly continues to grow, however, and the blasted phallus has made itself more of a nuisance than ever. While watching the other girls for signs of similar transformation, I felt it begin to ache and throb.
There is a slight dull ache in my loins, even when un-erect. I recognize it as sexual need, and if this sensation were present in my form as it was before this disfigurement, I would see no problem with relieving it.
But it is an unnatural lust, and I must do my best to not travel down the road of the brazen bitch who embraces the sexualization of her body and delights in frequent, gleeful masturbation. I've witnessed my sister decline to such a base creature, and have no desire to join her in such a state.
But if I find it growing to uncomfortable and distracting to either my studies or my pursuit of the coward who is doing this do me, I will have no choice but to drain it and clear my mind.
Blasted thing, of course it chooses now of all times to grow turgid.
I am a touch worried that it has affected my mind, as perhaps its increased stirrings are the result of my careful study of my classmate's bodies, the damnable length misinterpreting my good-natured interest for one of despicable lust.
If it keeps up like this, I wonder how I will manage to keep attention in my afternoon classes.
-o-
Bed time now, diary. The windows are still secure after an entire day, and the chair is in place at the door.
I am increasingly more thankful that the school's dormitories are more apartment than the barracks style that some places think is suitable for habitation. Though merely a tiny room with a stand up shower, sink, and commode, I am increasingly thankful for each room having a private bath.
I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I had to use the bathroom and shower in a communal area. It would make exposure of my terrible condition infinitely more likely.
Through having had two days worth of practice, I am able to utilize my disfigurement to urinate standing up. Truthfully I find it somewhat convenient, though problematic when said organ has decided to be in arousal.
This convenience, however, is not worth the humiliation that accompanies possession of such a length.
My belly has continued to grow, and without my corset I know appear to be at the stage of full pregnancy. It is also no longer malleable, and appears to be somewhat rigid to the touch.
I can only hope that there is not some hideous monster growing inside of me.
I have taken precautions to shower only with water, avoiding my usual soaps and shampoos, and will wear nothing as I sleep in Sera's former bed, in case it is my clothing that is tainted.
I can only hope that the morning brings no surprises as it has the past few days.
Day 3
Oh Diary! No such luck! Not only was I stricken with dreams of an erotic nature, but as I cleaned myself I was struck with another strange leaking sensation. Oh it was terrible, and yet wonderful in a way.
I thank providence once more that I am blessed with my own bathroom, as in these early morning hours, I have laid an egg.
Thankfully not an egg containing a beast or anything of the like, but rather an egg identical to those produced by the brood-females of some species of riding lizard, harnessed by desert faring cultures to serve, essentially, as large chickens that can also serve as beasts of burden.
The markings are identical, as are the porous portions of the shell where the seed of a male is meant to soak in.
I cracked the shell and let the yolk and white go down the shower drain, then I broke up the eggshell and flushed in down the commode. So humiliating.
And what makes it even more so is the immense sexual pleasure of the act. The birthing process was not accompanied by any sort of pain. I am ashamed to say that I delighted in the sensation of dual climax that I felt as the egg slipped from me, my member erupting in sympathetic ecstasy.
On that topic, said organ has changed again, lengthening several inches, and growing somewhat thicker. Despite my privilege to wear slacks due to my outstanding academic record, I will be wearing the school uniform's long skirt in order to hide what is now an obvious bulge, as length and girth are not merely the only changes in that area.
Though absent at first, I am now in possession of the matching testes and scrotum that accompany the male organ on a proper male. I can only imagine that this will heighten my already obnoxious arousal cycle, and I will be taking full advantage of the fifteen minute breaks between classes to relieve myself of the sexual tension.
I do this not because I enjoy it, but rather because I cannot concentrate on intellectual exercises when my member aches and throbs as it does.
Unlike yesterday, I have not gone back to sleep, and in the four hours since my egg laying, my member has become painfully erect and has begun to leak precum, even though I have no source of stimulation.
This only adds to my outrage. Much like a cow, I will have to milk myself to prevent discomfort.
I am confident that no one snuck in overnight, and will be skipping breakfast and lunch here at school. I will purchase something from the nearby marketplace, as I am allowed to do so for lunch due to my academic record.
I am also going to borrow an item from Miss Dominia herself, who instructs the advanced magical theory class that I attend. I came to her with a story about having recurrent tormented dreams, which is true in a way, and asked to borrow a magical detector to see if someone had placed a curse upon something in my room.
If there is something here that is doing this to me, than I will most assuredly find it.
-o-
Blast and buggery, Diary, so occupied was I with the egglaying this morning that I somehow managed to miss the next alteration. I had some discomfort through the day, as my bra seems to be tighter than usual, and the rate at which the eggs grow inside me seems to have increased.
But in addition to that, I felt an uncomfortable chafing on my belly. Once back in my room, I was able to disrobe and find the cause of it. An additional pair of nipples, about where my ribcage ends. Though several cup sizes smaller than my original pair, the new additions are somewhat noticeable and uncomfortable.
Despite the increased discomfort, I will have to continue keeping them bound with my belly.
Now I need to go drain myself before afternoon classes. Disgusting.
-o-
Miss Dominia's magic detector didn't find anything. The only object in the room that has magic to it is you, Diary, what with your arcane lock enchantment to remain shut to anyone other than myself.
My sister has, despite her lustful and bestial nature, remembered to purchase me a new volume to write in upon my birthday every year as she has since I was nine. I find it comforting that despite her canine disfigurements and obviously sluttish form, she can remember to keep up with obligations and traditions.
I begin to wonder if her alterations weren't the result of some sort of deviant thoughts and retribution of fate for them, but rather something like my own, a sadistic warping of the flesh by an unknown assailant.
If her alterations were anything like my own, I could see why she, at times, became so lust-crazed. After three years of being in that form, she seemed to be much more in control of it than I recall her being at first.
I wish I could talk to her about it. Right now she might be the only person I feel I could talk to about this who could both understand what I'm going through, and keep it a secret.
I am increasingly convinced this is a personal attack upon me, as I've been able to hide all my alterations so far, but they have intruded more and more upon my life, bringing increased discomfort.
Urk.
Back later, Diary, I'm laying an egg again.
-o-
By the fates, Diary, the feelings I get from laying eggs are so intense. From the first egg to the second, there's been a span of around twelve hours. If this continues, I'll be awakening once more in the night to birth another one.
I can only hope that the cycle doesn't begin to increase, as I might suffer the humiliation of needing to expel my ovoid burden in the middle of class.
I am finding myself increasingly at a loss with how to discover the method of my alteration.
I think I may have to go to the school authorities soon. Despite my not wanting to be expelled, if my transformations continue as they are, I will quite soon be unable to hide them.
Time to drain myself again, and then head to bed.
I pray that I don't wake up with another alteration.
Day 4
Eight hours between the second and third egg. I'm just about in tears, Diary, of what I've discovered.
My cock has not only grown again, now two feet in length, but it has taken on a bestial shape. Being an accomplished equestrian, I am quite familiar with horses, and the large, brown-black thing hanging between my legs greatly resembles what I can recall of the equine equipment.
Seeing fit not only to shame me with the member of a beast, but my feet seem to be in the process of joining my length in horse-hood. My nails, fingers and toes alike, have turned black, but thankfully the ones on my fingers are not growing. The ones on my toes, however, have taken over the toe, and are now in the process of consuming the lower portion of my foot, which has taken the shape of a hoof.
So degrading. This change has hit me the hardest. Everything before has been merely an addition. But this? This is an outright warping of my body, I'm losing a portion of my humanity as my feet become hooves.
My belly is already slightly rounded with my next egg, and it seems that my body has decided that in my pregnancy, despite it being that of a reptile, that aspect of the mammalian cycle of pregnancy should activate. My original breasts have increased in size, and the lower are now the size my original pair started at.
I will be taking the morning off from class to purchase new clothes in the marketplace. I truly hope I can find something that will fit, and that will help to hide my condition.
Oh... I... I'm leaking now, Diary. Sorry for the drops on your pages, but it appears that I'm soon going to have a need to milk myself properly, not merely use it as a euphemism to relieve the pressure of my aching horse cock.
-o-
Birthed an egg in the park, walking back from the market. So humiliating, so terrifying, and yet so erotic.
Crouching hidden in the bushed, squatting like some simple beast as the egg slid from me, it was the greatest feeling of my life. I couldn't help myself, Diary. I found myself lost in the pleasure, craving more. Rather than simply leave things to progress as they do, I began to... play.... with myself.
Purposely enhancing the pleasure I felt from the egg slowly moving lower and lower inside of my, making each part of my womanhood light up with pleasure in turn. The way I moaned, one hand wrapped around my cock, stroking faster and faster, the other toying with my nipples, expelling the milk.
I'm so ashamed, and so thankful no one saw me. I couldn't show my face for afternoon classes, I was so ashamed.
And I'm hard again as I think over it, writing this account.
Gotta get rid of the ache, Diary. Then a nap. I'm skipping dinner.
-o-
Another egg, that makes three today. It woke me from my nap.
I need to go talk to somebody. It's getting to the point where I'm beginning to feel the sexual need all the time. I've found myself thinking about my classmates as I pleasure myself.
It's not merely to banish a distraction or an ache anymore. I'm pleasuring myself, stroking and caressing my transformed flesh in order to feel pleasure.
I can't stop myself, I'm so ashamed.
I wish I had someone I could tell about this, someone to talk to.
I should go talk to Headmistress Dominia, or somebody. Expulsion from school shouldn't matter now. They ought to be able to find out what is making this happen to me, and make it stop.
But I'm too frightened to go right now, and what with the eggs coming so quickly now, I don't think I could make it across campus, talk with the Headmistress, and be able to come back before I needed to birth an egg again.
I'll go in the morning, once classes begin. Miss Dominia doesn't teach until the afternoon.
I'll go in the morning, right after I lay an egg and empty myself.
I should be able to go for an hour without touching myself.
One hour, just an hour.
I can manage that, can't I?
Day 5
I can't, oh by the fates I can't. I've changed again, so horny, so beasty. Just thinking about it makes my loins go slick with delight at the prospect of caressing myself.
I have a tail now, a long, thick, muscular, sensitive lizard tail; a flexible, dexterous, wonderful lizard tail. I can wrap it around my length, I can use it to squeeze the milk from one of my plentiful breasts, I can use it to fill my aching sex when there are no eggs to slip out.
No scales, just perfect, smooth, slightly freckled skin. So smooth, all of me is so smooth. No need to shave anything anymore, only the hair on my head now. Everything else is smooth and soft, like a lizard. A sexy, soft lizard.
I want to leave, I want help, I want to stop needing to masturbate, to play with myself, but it feels so good.
Six days, just six says ago I was a normal girl, now I'm an egg laying, milk dripping, cum spewing, lizard-cow-human-thing.
The hooves make it easier, make it easier to crouch down and lay my eggs, my wonderful, pleasurable eggs. It's not just my feet, my legs aren't human anymore, they bend the other way.
I'm such a slut. I'm milking myself as I write. It's so easy now, I have wonderful, thick, long teats instead of nipples. So much easier to coax the milk out, so much more fun with so much sensitive flesh.
I can suckle my own milk.
I can suckle my own cum too.
Why did I wait so long to try it?
It's been so big for so long, why haven't I thought of it until now?
So warm, so thick, it fills my mouth perfectly.
Mmm... yummy.
One more egg. One more egg. Then I'll go to Miss Dominia. Beg her to help me.
Maybe beg her to fuck me?
Mmm, Miss Dominia, my shaft inside her, smooth, pale skin against mine. Oh yes.
Yes, I'll go, I'll beg.
Day 6
Sex. Can't stop thinking about sex. Can't stop touching myself. Can't stop loving myself.
Don't want to be changed back.
Not now, not ever.
Feels good.
So good.
Wonderful.
Perfect.
Feeling so good all the time.
Good and messy.
So very messy.
Makes me thirsty, plenty of water in the shower, though.
Also hungry.
Very hungry.
Need to go get food soon.
Need to go have sex with Dominia soon.
Almost forgot about that.
About sex with Dominia.
So many cute girls around, though.
Not sure if I can wait until Dominia.
Mmm.... so many eggs. Not getting rid of them anymore. Too many.
Noisy all of a sudden. Sound at the door? Knocking! Yay, someone to visit, someone to have sex with.
It's Sera. Busty, blonde, sexy Sera.
I haven't been in class, forgot to pick up homework, missed assignments.
Homework doesn't matter. Assignments don't matter. Only sex. Only sex. Mmm.... sex with Sera?
Yes, sex with Sera. Going to let Sera in. Make love to her, maybe make her lay eggs too?
Then we can have fun. We can snuggle. Lay eggs together. Make love.
Yummy.
Day 27
It's been awhile since I've written, Diary, but there have been some big changes in my life.
School isn't a concern anymore, and truthfully I think the place is stuffy and stuck up anyway. It's not like I wanted to be like this. They should make an exception for those who were changed, and had no say in it.
But I'm having fun at our summer home, there's a lake nearby where I can swim. I'm much better at it than I used to be, with my big, sexy tail and rounded, but still slender body.
I've stopped changing, which is good, I guess. I'm not getting any more beasty or anything, but it was kind of fun to wake up and find something new.
I'm still doing my best to get an education, and I can see how my presence in schools would make some people a bit uncomfortable.
I'm still horny as hell all the time, but it's more manageable now that I'm used to it. And a lot easier since I've got this milking machine thing and a large, wonderfully shaped toy that buzzes deliciously inside me.
It makes things less messy and it makes it easier to think.
I've had a few more changes since I've last written in a coherent manner, Diary, and even if I hadn't been a bit too horny to be in control of myself, I would've gotten kicked out of the school anyway, since I couldn't possibly hide the changes to my face.
I think they're cute. Tiny little horns on my temples, pointy ears, fangs, a forked tongue, I really like my tongue. It's fun to flick out and taste-smell things. It's a whole new sensory experience.
My breasts have gotten a bit bigger, and are the same size now. They're even more fun to play with since each one has four long teats. The milking machines feel really good, but I can't turn them up any higher, or else I get a bit caught up in the moment and go all sex crazy again.
My complexion has kind of cleared up. Sort of. No more freckles, but I have a light dusting of tiny scales on my face, shoulders, arms, legs, back, neck, and on top of my cute, sexy tail.
I've also got slit-pupil eyes, like those riding lizards I mentioned earlier that I lay eggs like. We have a few here, and they're fun to ride and to play with. They think I'm one of them and we do all sorts of fun stuff.
Did you know that in order to get the unfertilized eggs out, that female riding lizards play-mount each other? It's fun!
And thankfully my seed doesn't work on their eggs or mine, I had to experiment, just to make sure, you know? Otherwise we'd be up to our necks in little riding lizards.
I'd probably be grossed out at the thought of it a month ago, but it seems so natural. They think I'm a lizard like them, I like the feeling of their smooth scales on my body, they like to play with me. It's not like I'm doing anything bad.
Oh! And I have spots now, too. Black patches on my skin which make me look a bit like a cow. The scales I have in the black bits are this really neat shade of purple. I wish I had more of them.
Reading over my old diaries, I can't believe what a stuck up bitch I've been, especially since Beryl changed. I guess I kind of made anger out of my loneliness. She'd always been there for me, and then she was gone, and I guess I really, really missed her.
I live with her now, at the summer cabin. Her fur is so soft. The first day I got here I just cried and cried and hugged her and wouldn't let go. And she petted me, and hugged me, and stroked me, and suckled me and said she'd help me get used to my new body and help me ease into my new life.
She must've gone out and had the craftsmen work overtime, since she'd already had the right tools to help me deal with my new shape when I got here, just two days after I went wild at the school.
Sera isn't pressing charges, and she actually comes every weekend to visit. Yummy, sexy Sera, though sadly not full of eggs.
We make love, and she makes love with Beryl sometimes, and so do I. Though I used to think it looked pretty gross, my sister's big canine cock feels just perfect inside. And the knot makes sure that there's plenty of cuddle time.
Sera has her own room here, apparently she visited my sister before she started visiting me, too.
They don't usually mix classes at Dominia's school, but since my family had paid for Beryl's occupancy for the whole four years in advance, they let me room with Sera last year and this year.
She's going to graduate soon, and then she's going to bring some of her things up her and live all the time, so we can make love all the time, not just on weekends.
Her family has a mail order alchemy and enchantment business, I didn't know that. It's interesting what new things you learn about people that you've known for awhile.
Sera says they still haven't found what changed me, Diary, and sadly none of the other girls in the school had any changes or anything. I'm kind of disappointed; I wanted somebody who could share the experience of laying eggs with.
Though once she graduates, I might be doing that with Sera. My sister is a very good artist, and has lots of drawings of the two of us, Beryl and me. There's some drawings that have us looking different, like me with big lizard claws instead of hooves, or Beryl as a goat or a cat instead of a wolf.
But we all agree that I look best like this, and the Beryl makes a great, soft, sexy wolf.
There's some sketches of what Sera might look like as something, but we haven't decided yet on what looks the best. So far it's been decided that she looks best with a sexy tail like mine, and a big, round egg-filled tummy.
Mmm... I can't wait until summer. That's when Sera graduates and she's going to summon Mammon to get her sexy new form once we all decide on what we want. Sera says he works well with Beryl's sketches and the extra cost is worth the fun.
She said something about him being amused by having a book with a minor compulsion enchantment on it, as well as the transformational spells woven into the pages. That seems like an interesting way to change somebody without their knowing it.
I wonder who they gave that book to? And what the book was about?
Must've been a really good book to have somebody keep reading it while they changed.
I think I'm going to go cuddle with my sister now, Diary. I always love writing little notes about my life and how things are going, it's so much fun!
Maybe I'll write about what Beryl looks like next time. She's so soft and fluffy, and I just love her cock.
So big.
So yummy.
Well, gotta go Diary, I'm getting myself pretty worked up, and the toys aren't quite doing their job of keeping me distracted.
Time to go play sneaky-growly-rape-lizard! Beryl loves that! | STORY |
Space travel is easy, so long as you ignore all the difficult bits.
Captain Phyllis Drake tried very hard to ignore them, as her small-ish spaceship surfed through the vacuum using methods that nobody really understood. It had been fifty years since a beaten and battered pod had been discovered in the deserts of Sudan, prompting Humanity’s sudden acceleration to a technologically advanced species. Sudden, *premature* acceleration.
Apparently, mankind had not originated on Earth. This alone was enough to send fractures running down the structure of society. The Biologists has spent several decades running around in metaphorical circles, before deciding that whatever had first landed on Earth must have *de-evolved* into apes before becoming Humans. This was the only way for the fossil records to make any kind of sense, and for many Anthropologists to keep their jobs.
The engine powering the *U.S.S. Valeyard* was a crummy imitation of the one found buried under forty feet of rock and sand, which had made the act of imitation rather difficult. It ran on principles that Physicists shrugged their shoulders at, their only definite knowledge being that it took antimatter to run. Twenty years of mass production at the Large Hadron Collider had sorted that out, at least for the duration.
And now Mankind had sent their best and brightest out into the Galaxy rather more quickly than anyone had expected. Captain Drake had no bar to judge whether the mission was shaping up to be a success, if only because she didn’t know what they were supposed to be doing. Her official briefing had been to follow the ancient guidance system, painstakingly recovered and extracted, and to log what was found. Aside from that, Mission Control had basically told her to make it up as she went along. This is where she had first come out of her depth.
“*I trust you’re comfortable, Captain*,” said a gurgling voice next to her.
Plag, as he seemed to be known, was some sort of fish-like Humanoid. Human-adjacent. Something like that. He had encountered them on their first stop, at planet G-134-21. He had his own spaceship and had practically crashed into them when they had come out of ‘Warp’. There was no ceremony to the first contact, if only because Plag had docked with them and made himself feel completely at home.
“*I trust your digestive system is similar to ours. If not, I’ve got my own supply in my ship*,” Plag continued. He was blue, and scaly, and lived on an Ocean world that was absolutely covered with underwater cities. And surrounded by space stations. He wore a space suit full of water and used a radio to broadcast his speech.
“… I’m sure we’ll work it out as we go along, Plag,” said Drake. Her tiny crew, only five other people, clung to the outer ring of the command deck. They all looked rather depressed.
The Valeyard dropped out of Warp again, coming across a green, verdant little ball, similarly surrounded by space stations.
“*Ah, here we are. Told you. Nice little place, a bit boring. Still, it takes all sorts to make an Empire. You’d like them here, they breathe oxygen too!*”
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“*There’s a nice little restaurant over there, if you feel hungry*” he announced, pointing to an orbital platform coated in unreadable neon signs.
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I entered a room with 9 sets of chairs that were set out to make a circle. On each one of them sat a person with a signs in front of them with number that went from 10 – 90.
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They all looked at me as I went down to take my seat in the number ten chair.
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This worksheet is centered on the concept of integers, specifically focusing on ordering them in a descending sequence. Students are presented with lists of integers, both positive and negative, and are instructed to rearrange each list into decreasing order. The task requires attention to numerical value, as the numbers must be sequenced from the largest to the smallest. The inclusion of both positive and negative integers adds complexity to the exercise, as students must be mindful of the rules governing the number line.
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Function in Python, also called subroutine, method, or procedure is a block of one or more indented statements that perform a specific task. It helps to break our program into smaller and modular chunks. Functions are used to increase the program readability, increase code re-usability, and decrease code redundancy.
Functions can be defined in one place and called or invoked in another. This helps to make code more modular and easier to understand. Suppose we need to write a code of 10 lines in 5 different places in a program. In normal programming we need to write 50 lines, but we can create a function and can call it whenever and wherever we need to. Hence use of function increases re-usability. Similarly less code and dividing every specific task in individual modules increases code readability and decreasing the possibility of errors.
>>> def function_name(parameters) :
Keyword def is used to mark the start of a function which is followed by a function name. Naming of functions must be done as the rules of naming variables in python (link here). We use parameters, which are used to pass the value to the function in python. This parameter is optional. Statements in functions are written using indentation (usually four spaces). If we wish to return any value then we use the return keyword. Return is also optional.
TYPES OF FUNCTION
- LIBRARY FUNCTION: These are predefined built-in functions defined in python. Example: print( ), len( ) etc.
- USER DEFINED FUNCTION: These are functions written by developers.
HOW FUNCTION WORKS ?
The flow of control a program jumps to the point where the function is defined from where the function is called when the function is called. Then it executes the blocks of codes inside the function.
The return statement is used to exit a function and go back to the place from where it was called. If there is no return statement in the function code, the function ends, when the control flow reaches the end of the function body.
Each time a functional call is made, the program flow jumps to the location of the body of the function and executes the statements there. Once the function operation is completed, it returns to the point from where the function was called.
DEFINING A FUNCTION
>>> def fun( ):
In the above example we have defined a function named fun and we haven’t used any parameters as it is optional. In the function body, we have used four spaces indent and printed hello world. Let’s learn how to call the function outside of the function body. To call a function we simply type the function name with appropriate parameters.
>>> fun( )
Functions are a construct to structure programs. In the above example we created a function with empty parentheses that do not take arguments, but we can define parameters in function definitions within their parentheses. Let’s define another function add() which is used to add two numbers by passing parameters and returning value from function.
>>> def add(a,b):
sum = a+b
>>> sum = add(4,6)
>>> print ("sum of 4 & 6 is ",sum)
sum of 4 & 6 is 10
We passed the number 4 in for the parameter and 6 in for the b parameter. These values correspond with each parameter in the order they are given.
Arguments are specified after the function name, inside the parentheses. We can add as many arguments as we want, separating them with a comma. A parameter is the variable listed inside the parentheses in the function definition. An argument is the value that is sent to the function when it is called. In the above example x & y are argument and a & b are parameters. There is always an equal number of parameters and arguments.
In a case that argument is not passed to the function, we define a default value to the parameter. By using default arguments we can avoid the errors that may arise while calling a function without passing all the parameters.
>>> def mul(a=2,b=6):
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multiplication is 24
In the above example we have defined a function mul which multiplies two numbers and returns a value. While calling function, we have passed only one argument instead of two. This code works well because we have already defined the default value for both parameters. When we don’t pass one or both arguments, we can use the default value in Python.
We generally pass a known number of arguments while calling a function. We can pass arguments less than parameters when we declare default parameters. But what if we pass more number of arguments than parameters defined? In this condition we use arbitrary arguments. Python allows us to pass an arbitrary number of arguments into a function and then process those arguments inside the function.
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The same, haunting trepidation possessed by seven—the fear of being forgotten and torn apart by a zillion miles—has finally seemed to be near closure thanks to a simple text from their dearest Mrs. Horvat.
Better than old friends and the best of closest friends, Alison, Ethan, Chester, Ilya, Ran, Jasper and Katarina (the Mrs. Horvat), from different sides of the earth are soon to meet again on the same grounds they had once been made dependent on each other first.
Were once only filling the void of their dull classroom by spitting bad gossips and laughable dad jokes to one another. Now, scattered all over the globe like dice thrown at random; some end up at places where the sun shines the brightest, some at a gloomy town, on top of the greenest mountains, some traveling from crowded towns to polluted cities and one had only started planting his roots where he has always been.
Ethan, Ilya, and Jasper had been the ones to make the assembly call. The announcement was put out on the group chat one Sunday night and the others had all agreed out of spite that they hadn't been talking for the past four weeks. "I'll make the arrangements. Is next week okay?" Chester had been the only one to reply after a few nights; which no one texted back to. The last time they had seen each other's faces (and not through screens) was Jasper's wedding day in Tuscany. It seemed like the remnants of their friendship had only to be in the hold of Ilya and Alison who are the only ones living in the same country, same town and neighborhood. As Ethan will say later on at Christmas dinner; if it hadn't been for Kat's efforts—who out of nowhere, sent a date, time and address in the group chat—exactly three months before Thanksgiving, the seven of them would have to probably spend another mundane year with mere "celebrations" through texts and videos sent to only show their individual unchanging ways to celebrate the holidays (though for most of them; not Jasper, no doubt, a way to say "I'm doing fine, I miss you.").
The first ones to see Kat's invite were Alison and Ilya. They were in the middle of a private 'professional' meeting about Alison's new house renovation project through Zoom but after a few minutes talking about interior materials, they'd argue about something else entirely. Ilya had been staying in Washington for a client's job in the last three weeks, however knowing that he had promised Alison to help with the renovation project years before, he insisted on calling up the private meeting—just the two of them and Alison as his pro bono client; as he had insisted so—through a Zoom call. The text popped up from Ilya's share screen exactly before he was about to explain the thirteen reasons he had scribbled neatly on an unrevised apartment blueprint two nights ago, why Alison shouldn't be living together with her disloyal fiance, Tom, who everyone thinks looks like the wealthy drag monkey from Madagascar.
"Chet and Kat told me last week that they saw him again with her. They'd even sent me a pic! You have to know this, Sonny. He won't change. You must leave him." Ilya had said with agitation. His slanted blue eyes had looked like they were reflecting light more than usual through Alison's iPad screen, he was paler too. Behind his annoyingly perfect head was the brightest sun of Seattle and it had made every strand of his thick dark hair—pointed at all directions—look like needles, and at every second his typical distressed frown was worn on his face, Alison believes that he could actually be a Hollywood actor's doppelgänger. Alison had told the others of this a few years back and they had stared at Ilya's face for the longest time then later had agreed. "Woah, we've such a beautiful friend!" Ran had exclaimed with exaggerated shocked expression and the rest had cackled with laughter.
Alison had at most contemplated Ilya's concern for a minute, threw her long hair into a bun with carelessness as most of her hair went straight back down, covering her exposed neck, then voiced her goodbye before ending the meeting. "Later, Fedorov." Leaving Ilya with shock and the familiar burning sensation flowing through his body and on his back. Ilya had only sighed his exasperation and had put Alison's renovation plans to a halt. (He had tried to stop thinking or feeling guilty about them being in non-speaking terms, but since Alison hadn't been trying to get him to talk to her either, he had—at the very end—finished the renovation detailed plans based on his own impeccable taste and the ones he thought Alison would have wanted him to go with.) They didn't speak to one another—though there had been dozens of true events they wanted to share—until their encounter at Christmas dinner.
Alison and Ilya's friendship compared with Kat and Ethan's hadn't had too many differences. Though Alison and Ilya met first, Kat and Ethan had bonded much earlier than the idea of a gang was even a thought—albeit, now, both duo friendships are just as strong. Like Alison and Ilya, Kat and Ethan—and Jasper, before he eventually dropped out and moved to where he will later spend his old days—both went to the same college. They graduated from a university in Taipei but hadn't got the chance to meet face to face as properly as the ones living just across the other in Massachusetts subsequently their graduation party and short term day outs. Kat, from her long years of internship in her hometown, London, moves from city to cities with her pitbulls, freelancing as an IT consultant and is currently developing her upcoming game in her freetimes, when Ethan rather stays and works in Finland—though owns more than one internationally—at his own "Ethan's Course" michelin restaurant as a Sous Chef.
Distance wasn't a hard thing for them after a couple of years apart. Ethan's busy life felt easier as Kat's voice calls and video calls were made more than frequently. He liked it the most when he could overhear Kat explaining to herself the concept of her games; often, they would pretend that they are in the same room and only minding their own business—Kat with her techs and Ethan with his calculator in his kitchen. Until they grew less and Kat seemed to have no more time left for calls and only available in such brief texts. Ethan had worried that Kat was going through a rough patch. But he didn't say anything and only pretended as if nothing had ever occurred in his insomniac mind. Were friends supposed to make you anxious this much, he had asked himself.
On Jasper's wedding day, Kat had only attended the after-party, which Ethan didn't get to attend due to his work. He didn't tell anyone at that time why he had to go. Soon, though, Kat was the one who informed the rest that Ethan had to go back to Finland because his michelin restaurant had caught fire. The others were not particularly devastated, not being told about the tragedy. It was almost like they were used to Ethan only telling Kat everything and them getting the news later. "Some kid was playing with fireworks and the flares, they managed to get to the kitchen and it blew up." Kat had explained. "The kid was fine though. But the parents? They are lucky that they are very rich. Ethan sued them and they will be paying him a very big amount of compensation and rebuilding."
This was a week after Ethan's departure. He didn't say anything through anything and nobody expected him to say a word about the tragedy. Jasper and his wife had flown to their honeymoon location whilst the rest had decided to stay for a bit. They hung around the beautiful Tuscany for five days and parted ways on Sunday morning with full bellies; Alison and Ilya had persuaded them to eat a grand breakfast at Ethan's michelin restaurant branch about five kilometers from the airport. They went by two rental cars and the geniuses (Jasper and Ilya) had put a call on so that they could talk all the way there. They had talked about how Kat and Ran had disagreed so very badly about the name of the restaurant that Ethan had sulked, though he followed what his heart wanted in the end and not so long after had regretted his choice.
Chester had picked a round table nearest to the restroom and the rest had followed though Alison and Ilya had complained about the restrooms' bacteria and the utmost probability of smell. Between the crowded space, none of them could actually walk around without having to caress somebody's arm or stepping on one's foot; as they were happy for Ethan's success, they were also listing tons of feedback to give to Ethan about adding a few more thirty square meters. All six of them had wholly decided what to order the minute the waitress had just spun his body around to serve another table. They had all their usuals and a few additional side dishes but Alison because she had wanted to try something new from the latest menu edition Ethan had told her about the day before yesterday through text.
It was only after the last course did they realize that it was a good thing that they arrived before the actual breakfast time. If they were just an hour late, they certainly would have to wait for two or three hours for a table. This was the only Ethan's Course in Tuscany after all.
On Valentine's Day, Ran, Jasper, Alison and Chester had met for a weekend holiday in Palermo. The rest couldn't make it and it was already made normal for the busy bees to skip gatherings.
They were sitting around a campfire. Each on one foldable chair which Alison insisted them to bring. There were burnt marshmallows in Jasper's paper plate and well-cooked ones on Chester's but now just the remnants of the burnt. "They only spend time together. Ethan and Kat, Kat and Ethan." The conversation was brought up as drunk Ran had ranted on how his supposedly best mate had betrayed him and it filled Jasper's head with ideas. "Could they be dating?" Chester was all of a sudden filled with familiar giddiness. The rest had soon seen the same and had come to similar conclusions though at first Jasper and Alison thought of it a silly idea.
It is normal to have feelings for a friend, Ethan had had thoughts to proceed into confession but he never could find where the courage is hiding within him. Meanwhile Kat, in no time, had dissuaded the profound crush and had been shot by Cupid's arrow itself not so long after. She had run across a familiar face, ridiculously handsome, and he turned out to be from the same campus as hers. She and Sebastian kept on meeting each other accidentally too many times that a worry came up that she might have been stalked. With Ethan, Kat felt like a girl. Ethan made it seem like the world was a playground and that they could play all day without having to worry about anything. However, with Sebastian, she feels real: A woman with an undeniable voice, infinite independence and countless major responsibilities. The Croatian man had brought the animals he calls patients into her life—added more love into each day, painted and drew her face on every sheet of paper he could find and he made her feel alive. She was never this certain of someone so she decided to give in, no matter what kind of stalker he might be.
Now Sebastian had grown a thin beard, his pale skin had gotten more tattoos as did Kat's, she had moved into his place—made the flat filled with the barks of four pitbulls, two hers and two his—and he had put a five carat diamond ring on her finger. Kat and Sebastian had seemed to pick the right time to share their invitations for Ethan had only just persuaded Ran to spend a week in Sydney with him whilst the rest were on their own summer holidays and they had gone.
"Cheer up, E. If you had gotten with Kat, it wouldn't be for long anyway." Knowing for certain what would come of the invitation, Chester had tried comforting him through a brief phone call. Ethan had thanked him and said how he was grateful for Chester being in the midst of their friend group. He had been made pondering about the things Chester had said to him through the call and after two nights Ethan had texted Chester out of the blue and had used his yearly fortune to have Chester text him back in less than three hours.
<b><i>[Ethan: Have I ever told you that you are my favorite friend?]</i></b>
<b><i>[Chester: No..]</i></b>
<b><i>[Chester: Bc I am not.]</i></b>
<b><i>[Chester: But it's ok. I am somebody else's :)]</i></b>
Ethan knew that things between him and Kat weren't going to one's ear but it just couldn't sound nice in Ethan's, who had more than often sulked and gave Ran his worst summer ever by staring at nothing for too long whenever and wherever, talking to himself in his restless sleep the whole week and got lost twice that Ran had search for him in the entire city cluelessly; Poor Ran had forgotten his phone in the hotel room that he had to tried his best in understanding the Australian accents of the people he had asked whether they had seen Ethan or not before subsequently failing with shame. Ethan hadn't felt the need to apologize and Ran wasn't in the mood to sulk and had forgotten completely about the conflict, though both did not go for holidays with just each other ever again since then.
The Ethan & Kat event—as the others had decided to call it—had happened three years ago and like Chester, last year Ran had chosen to stay in his town to accomplish his mission in finding love as he did for the last two summers; troubled immensely by the likelihood of being thirty one and alone. Although unlike an open book such as the gullible Ran, could Chester possibly concur for his love narrative to be portrayed in such simplicity and bluntness? | STORY |
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As I said in the description my school system is a little weird I will try to explain and change it a little.
Each teacher teaches something different depending on the class but I will just say what they teach in mine
Teachers:
Mr. Stephen's; history/geography (same subject rn learning history though) and IT/computer.
Mrs. Anderson; my main teacher(math,German etc.), economy (can't explain it sorry😭🙏) economy will be labelled as "WAH" in the story bc that's what we call it.
Mr. Johnson; music(we just sing)
Mrs Smith;sport
Mr.Williams; science
Mrs. Cock; English and choir( extra class)
That's everyone I can remember I will make sure to add people if I forgot any.
Sometimes it will be the pov of the teachers sometimes me/a student.
Feel free to give me idvice or ideas for story's | STORY |
Tony drummed his fingers on the table, working to still the tapping of his feet. This wasn't the place to look nervous, no matter how antsy he was to get out of here. And he had been in the interrogation room, alone, for what felt like hours.
Just another tactic to get him to talk, of course. But he could wait them out.
The only sounds were the ticking of the clock and muffled steps from the hallway. Back and forth boots stomped down the tile floor. The a pair stopped, accompanied by the unmistakable squeak of sneakers.
The detective was first in the room, proper in his button-down shirt. He carried a pale blue folder, tapping it against his palm as he took one of the seats across from Tony. Almost too much of a stereotype for Tony to even pay any mind.
The other person, however, was curious. She was dressed in jeans and a crumpled t-shirt, looking like she had walked in right off the street. Her hair swung across her face, and she seemed content to hide behind it as she took the other seat. Tony tried to get a better look at her, but she kept her face turned to the side, eyes on the floor.
"Take ya' kid to work day or something?" Tony asked, gesturing to the woman.
"Ms. Carlisle is a consultant for the precinct." The detective's words were short and to the point, leaving no room for further questions. Not that Tony wanted to chitchat.
"I'm Detective Alvarez," he said, opening the file and looking at the contents as if he had not spent the past few hours pouring over it. "And I have some questions for you about Donavan Muldoon?"
"What's ol' Donny boy been up to?" Tony leaned back in his chair.
"Missing, mostly." The detective's voice was a deadpan, no remorse or accusation. Not yet.
"That's a shame to hear." Tony reached into his childhood and pulled up a memory of the sign of the cross, letting muscle memory do the rest.
"I'm sure." Still no emotion. "Can you tell me when you last saw Donovan, Mr. Dewitt?"
Tony made a show of thinking. "I'm pretty sure I saw him last Tuesday at a birthday party."
The detective looked ta the woman sitting across from him. Tony heard whispering, but did not lean over in time to make it out. Whatever she said, the detective gave a quick nod. "Last Tuesday, it wasn't a birthday party. Where did you see Mr. Muldoon?"
"Well, I could sworn it was Marie's party, but maybe he and I grabbed some drinks after."
This time, Tony was ready. He focused everything on hearing the whispers. Just above the ticking of the clock, he heard her say, "They had drinks after Marie's party."
Another nod from the detective, then back to questions. "And after the drinks?"
"Well, I headed home. It was awfully late by then. Don was still going strong."
"After the bar he..." the woman's whispering stopped, as if the words hit a brick wall. "He..." she started again, but the same abrupt cut. "He didn't go home," she finally finished.
Detective Alvarez's face grew stern. "I need the truth. honesty can go a long way in here."
Tony shrugged, keeping a rising feeling of panic masked with practiced nonchalance. What was up with that woman and her whispering? Why did the detective trust her so much? "I don't know what to tell you, Alvie, I went home."
"Tony took Donovan somewhere," whispered the woman.
"Where did you take him?"
Tony's mouth was getting dry. He'd ask for water if he didn't think they'd use that as a way to get more evidence on him. "I didn't take him anywhere."
"He took him to the..." the woman started, then seemed to fall into a fit of near stuttering. Every word she started died on her lips. "Ho-ba-ca-de-of-be..." It was a rapid fire staccato of nonsense, until after what felt like ages, she settled on "warehouse."
A wave of cold ran through Tony, and he smiled in a way he hoped seemed relaxed. Yet he could feel tension building behind his eyebrows, coiling there.
"Where is the warehouse you took him to?" the detective asked, pen hovering over his paper ready to write.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
At this, the woman gave a slight shake of her head. Detective Alvarez sighed and walked to the door. "Bring me a city map," he asked someone unseen beyond the door. After a moment, he returned to the table with a well-used map spread in front of them.
Now the detective was ignoring Tony, as if he was not there. Instead, he kept his eyes on the woman, moving his finger around different parts of the map. "The warehouse is..." she started, shaking her head at each location he pointed. And then a nod. "The warehouse is on Avenue B."
"How could you know that?" spit Tony, breaking his composure. Had they been tracking him? Was someone in his circle a mole? Wearing a wire?
"So you took Mr. Muldoon to the warehouse on Avenue B sometime late at night. Seems an odd thing to do, Mr. Dewitt."
There was a smile on the detective's face that Tony longed to wipe off with a well-placed punch. Not that it would do any actual good, but it might make him feel better. Instead, he answered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Donavan is dead," the woman said in a tight, pained whisper.
"No surprise there," the detective said to her, then turned back to Tony. "I'm sure you're heartbroken about the news."
"Y'all don't have a body or nothing. How could you know he's dead? I never said he was dead."
"Tony ki--" the words froze, and the woman turned her head sharply to the side. There was a hint of surprise in her voice as she completed the statement, "*didn't* kill Donovan."
The detective's eyebrows rose, too. "You didn't kill him?"
'What?" Tony fumbled. How had the room started spinning? And who was banging those drums in his ears? What was happening in this nightmare. "No, I didn't kill him. Of course I didn't kill him."
"Well, good, now the three of us know that. But unless you tell me who did, I wonder who a jury might believe." The detective's smile was a wolf's, staring down cornered prey.
Tony coughed, blinked, tried to get his bearings. "What is she doing?" he asked.
Detective Alvarez kept his face a confident mask. "So you took Donovan to the warehouse where he was killed. Who was the one who killed him?"
Tony's mouth flopped open like a fish gasping for air.
"And I recommend telling the truth, Mr. Dewitt. You can't fool us."
"I think I need a lawyer," he mumbled.
The woman simply nodded. | STORY |
The Post-Civil War Amendments (13th, 14th, and 15th) defined rights for emancipated slaves. Up to that point, the Bill of Rights only defined rights for whites in the United States. At the time of their ratification, the post-civil war amendments represented the first time slaves were accorded the rights available to all others.
So, the amendments were revolutionary in their own right! Let's briefly discuss the amendments themselves. The 13th amendment abolished slavery altogether in the United States. Interestingly, this amendment paved the way for the first civil rights bill in the United States: the Civil Rights Act of 1866.
Meanwhile, the 14th amendment established the right of slaves to be recognized as United States citizens. This amendment also prevented anyone who engaged in rebellion or insurrection against the United States to hold public office (without consent from two-thirds of Congress).
Last, but not least, the 15th amendment gave former slaves the right to vote at the local, state, and federal levels.
The post-Civil War amendments were crucial in paving the way for former slaves to access all opportunities in the economic, social, and political spheres. | EDUCATION |
Scientists once thought that the intensity of the movement of the Earth’s tectonic plates determined how high a mountain could soar. But new research shows that it’s actually the efficiency with which colder climates erode mountains that limits their height, according to a recent study published in Nature.
The force of the tectonic plates pushing upwards, along with the strength of the Earth’s crust underneath the mountain and the force of erosion, all factor into a mountain’s height. All of the world’s highest ranges have strong underlying crust, but until now it wasn’t clear whether the world’s tallest peaks were dominated by strong uplift or minimal erosion. Using satellite images… researchers mapped all the major mountain ranges between 60° north and 60° south, plotting their land surface area against elevation [New Scientist]. They used a computer model to explore the effects of glacial erosion on these mountain ranges, and also looked at how each range’s latitude compared with its average snowline, or the point at which no significant amount of ice or snow accumulates on a mountain.
The study found that the location of a mountain’s snowline corresponds to the height of the mountain; in fact, a mountain peak rarely lies more than 1,500 meters, or a little less than 5,000 feet, above the snowline. In addition, when the snowline on mountains starts lower down… erosion takes place at lower altitudes. At cold locations far from the equator… erosion by snow and ice easily matched any growth due to the Earth’s plates crunching together [Guardian]. And closer to the equator, snowlines are higher due to warmer weather.
Overall, then, at locations near the equator, erosion cuts down less on a mountain’s height than it does nearer to the poles. For that reason, equatorial ranges are generally taller than polar ones. “Erosion processes are more effective above the snowline where glacial erosion dominates”[New Scientist], says co-author Vivi Pedersen. Below the snowline, rocks and rivers provide the main source of erosion, but these factors don’t break down mountains as efficiently as ice and snow.
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The Emancipation Proclamation ostensibly freed all slaves living in areas controlled by Southern rebels. Nevertheless, on January 1, 1863, when the Proclamation came into effect, no African American slaves actually received their freedom. The recalcitrant Confederate states obviously ignored President Abraham Lincoln’s order. Then, the Civil War pushed to a close in 1865. Lincoln and his congressional Republican allies hoped that a Union victory would bring a permanent refutation of slavery. On December 6, 1865, the nation ratified the Thirteenth Amendment, abolishing slavery. Yet, by the end of the 19th century, most former slaves worked on plantations and could not vote, much as they always had.
To make the spirit of the Emancipation proclamation national and permanent, President Abraham Lincoln persuaded Congress to pass the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution in 1865. This legislation made slavery and other forms of involuntary servitude illegal in the United States, except as a punishment for convicted criminals. Henceforth, African Americans, and all others living within the boundaries of the nation, would be free.
Slavery had become the main labor source in the South. After the Civil War and the freeing of the slaves, Southern plantation owners lost their workers. They began to conspire, through the political process, to render the Thirteenth Amendment ineffectual in protecting African Americans. To force the former slaves to work, elite Southerners instituted a series of Black Codes. These laws applied only to African Americans. The Codes took advantage of the recently freed slaves' lack of financial resources. When arrested for such crimes as vagrancy, African Americans would receive prison sentences that required bail. Most freed slaves were unable to pay the amount and had to work off their fines on plantations. The Black Codes were initially constitutional because the Thirteenth Amendment’s wording allowed servitude for those convicted of criminal charges. Nothing in the Amendment spoke to the requirement for the convictions to be fair.
Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments
Congressional Republicans expressed anger over the Black Codes. They believed these laws instituted another form of slavery. To make it unconstitutional to write laws that targeted African Americans, Congress passed the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments. The Fourteenth Amendment, ratified on July 9, 1868, granted African Americans citizenship in both the nation and their respective states. Now citizens, African American males received the right to vote through the Fifteenth Amendment, ratified on February 3, 1870.
Civil Rights Cases (1883)
President Rutherford B. Hayes removed federal troops from the South in 1877. In effect, African Americans no longer had direct protection from the White House and Congress. Nevertheless, the federal courts remained an avenue open to those who felt their civil rights were violated. The Supreme Court closed this last window of hope in 1883 with the Civil Rights Cases decision. The Justices held that the wording of the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments denied state governments, not private individuals, from violating civil rights. To win a federal lawsuit, African Americans now would have to prove that the perpetrator was a government official. Private individuals could henceforth violate African American rights, and did so until the 1960s.
- Library of Congress: 13th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution
- Encyclopedia of Black Studies; Molefi Kete Asante and Ama Mazama
- A History of American Law; Lawrence M. Friedman
- Library of Congress: 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution
- Library of Congress: 15th Amendment to the Constitution
- Oyez: The Civil Rights Cases
David Kenneth has a Ph.D. in history. His work has been published in "The Journal of Southern History," "The Georgia Historical Quarterly," "The Southern Historian," "The Journal of Mississippi History" and "The Oxford University Companion to American Law." Kenneth has been working as a writer since 1999. | EDUCATION |