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Gale had been looking forward to this convention as soon as it popped up on the event calendar. Living out in the sticks like she was, it was the one time a year that she could attend one of this size so it was rightfully a very big deal to her. Held in the large convention space of an upmarket downtown hotel it was a furry and comic convention combined so it brought a ton of people in. Some of whom Gale was a big fan of and was looking forward to meeting. She'd book a room in the hotel just before it sold out ensuring she'd be right in the middle of the action. It was going to be a weekend to remember.

Arriving early Thursday morning, Gale's plan was to settle in and attend a meet and greet later in the day. She'd then attend the whole three day convention until it sadly ended and she drove back home Monday. But she wasn't concerned about the end right now. Just about all the fun she was going to have between now and then. Gale herself was around six feet tall with a slightly fit frame, dark hair that went down past her shoulders by a few inches, green eyes, and some nice curves to her chest and hips. She was in her late twenties with a precocious if sometimes conversely shy demeanor. Excitement was brimming through her though that was making her forget her usual timidness.

Once settled in she headed down to the lobby where there were already convention goers gathering in impromptu groups. Gale mingled and found a group that she ended up following to the meet and greet that evening where she met even more new friends. Those who had costumes or cosplays were mostly saving it for the full days though some were still taking the opportunity to show off their suits. The atmosphere was lively, jovial, and generally good spirited as the crowd of some three hundred moved to a large dining hall for the meet and greet. Her new friends brought Gale to their table where they all spent the night getting to know each other amidst laughter and drinks.

It was during that party that Gale first spotted her when she saw her out of the corner of her eye. The woman who would come to vex her so. What she was exactly supposed to be Gale wasn't certain but her costume was of such obscenely good quality that it looked like actual skin. Standing seven feet tall with thick, curling black horns that brought that height even more, her muzzled face and large triangular ears brought to mind a caracal or feline. Yet she had blonde hair past her shoulders, black and orange skin coloring with dark nose, lips, and even the sclera of her eyes. It made her aquamarine pupils pop all the more. Her inner ears were tufted with white fur while the overly large feline sculpted exterior was orange like the rest except at the tips where shades of violet crept in.

Continuing down her body was the orange coloring though from under her chin, down her throat, and covering her ponderously large breasts and fit stomach was a whiter, paler skin coloring that was still quite inhuman. Again the violet coloring was present around her hands and what were her feet. Her musculature was amazing down her curving body with the thighs thick and calves slim. Below that her lower legs became tipped with scarlet cloven hooves. There was also a tail, also orange and striped with black but more serpentine than furry feline. It moved behind her so seamlessly that it alone was a marvel. Combined with the rest of her and wearing just black lace lingerie she was catching nearly everyone's eye that saw her.

Gale wasn't any different in her interest in finding this person's costume to be a work of art by all accounts. For her it was a little more special when she recalled that their costume was that of a felizard. A character that popped up in a series she enjoyed and while not exactly the same character, this person's portrayal was too good to deny. They were getting lots of compliments from others but Gale never saw her stay with a single group for very long. She was mingling, moving about, and sometimes disappearing from sight completely just to show up thirty minutes or an hour later. On more than a few occasions Gale had to be snapped back to the conversation at hand by her new friends after getting caught staring at this person's amazing outfit. Eventually she was properly distracted by her friends and other than some passing glances, didn't think much more of the mysterious felizard woman.

Come Friday and the convention was properly underway by ten in the morning. Gale's schedule was packed with floor time, panels, and meeting other connections from her mostly online interactions. The person in the felizard costume was still on her mind the next day. Owed in part to vaguely remembered dreams including Gale's memories of the felizard character. She had her eyes peeled for them but didn't spot her in any of the crowds. Her attention quickly swung at the bottom of the hour when an hour long panel with some of her favorite content creators. After that she was heading through the crowded hallways between the area they were doing panels and the made floor when Gale saw the felizard at last.

Standing well off to the side in front of a vending machine there was no one else around her for once giving Gale the perfect opportunity. This time she was dressed in another revealing outfit with just some decorated pieces of fabric serving as a bra with chain underwear fronted by a strip of similarly decorated cloth, giving her an ever more voluptuous look from when Gale last saw her. Deciding that she needed a snack as well, Gale made her way over to the vending machines with mind buzzing for how to open the conversation. Coming up beside the felizard she saw the person was deliberating what to get by the looks of it, with a face in deep thought.

"See something you like?" the felizard asked confidently without turning her head. Her voice was like sultry honey in Gale's ears.

Caught off guard, Gale fumbled to answer. "Uhhh, yeah. Yeah, kinda hungry. And, umm, thirsty," she responded, flushed. "Nice costume by the way. Really great."

Gale's compliment drew a brief side-eyed glance from the felizard. "So you're hungry and thirsty. Tell me what you want and I'll get it for you," she offered, ignoring the rest of what Gale said.

"Oh, that's nice of you but I have my own money. It's not an issue," Gale politely tried waving off.

"I insist. Really," the felizard firmly stated.

"Well if you really insist," Gale said in a nervous voice. The confidence that the felizard radiated with just a few words and an unwavering stance immediately had the woman on the back foot, trying to keep up. "Let's go with a Mountain Dew and a, ummm, Butterfinger."

"Hmmm, they don't have Butterfinger," the felizard noted after bending closer to the machine.

"Twix?"

"Yes, they have those. That will do?"

Gale nodded. "I'm perfectly happy with that. Thank you again," she smiled, still in awe of the costume's level of detail. Even up close. "So where do you keep your wallet?" Gale joked wryly.

The felizard's turquoise pupils were glowing with a smoky energy seething off them. This while her hands made a few mundane gestures and the rest of her face concentrated. But it was all over in a few seconds with the felizard relaxing back, grinning as she did. Turning at last to Gale her tale reached from behind her to between them which had curled in it a Mountain Dew and Twix. "I've never had much use for a wallet, if I'm honest. Here is your drink and snack, dear," grinned the felizard as she offered.

"Whoa, how did you do that? That was a crazy good trick, whatever you did," Gale complimented while taking her gift.

The felizard shook her head but with a heartfelt smile. "Tricks, costumes, wallets... You sound like you have a lot of incorrect assumptions about me, admirer of mine," she charged in a voice that was at least forgiving. Gale still felt compelled to try and apologize but the felizard didn't give her the opportunity. "We could fix that easily enough though. I'd be happy to chat. Even happier if I knew your name."

Despite her larger than life figure shadowing Gale with only a few inches between them Gale was disarmed by the invitation. It had her heart fluttering. "I'm so sorry if I said anything to offend you. And I'm Gale. And I'd also be thrilled to chat. And you go by?" a gracious Gale asked.

"You can call me Kedikur, Gale," the felizard divulged with a glee that boarded on insidious. "You're very gracious but you've done me no offense. You haven't said anything that I haven't heard quite a lot of since yesterday. But the way you've been looking at me is something I haven't felt properly since now. How you stared at me yesterday had me wondering how long before our paths met." Her pose had shifted to have one hand placed atop her cocked up right hip while her other hand caressed up and down her own inner thigh. This left her breasts too close to Gale's face while her piercing eyes deciphered the woman's enamored eyes.

"Was it that obvious?" Gale blushed to ask.

"You were less obvious than most. Their eyes lacked the pure humility of yours. Among other lackluster attributes," revealed Kedikur as her own eyes flashed. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable? We can enjoy our snacks and get to know each other. Though I feel like I already know you so well, Gale."

The comment had Gale blushing even more. Making it hard for her to think of where they could possibly go. As it turned out she didn't have to think of a place because Kedikur thought of something already. Saying nothing and only providing a wink and smirk for assurance, Kedikur took Gale by her hand and led her down the hall in the opposite direction as the crowds. Gale went along with it for fun's sake, being led around a few turns until her guide spied a door reading 'Maintenance Access Only' and without a second thought went through.

They found themselves in what appeared to be the boiler room along with a lot of pipes, excess linens, and stored cleaning equipment. It was anything but cozy with no chairs, tables, or anything that lent itself to a relaxed conversation. Undaunted, Kedikur proceeded to use her hands and tail to make a couch of sorts on a knee high crate. Leaving herself to lean against one of the boilers. Gale was going to warn her it could be hot but the felizard's skin was unharmed. Once she was relaxed Kedikir's tail curled from behind her, having produced a bag of sour candy from the vending machine.

"Comfortable, Gale?" Kedikur asked when she saw Gale settled.

"About as comfortable as I think I can get. Are you sure we can be back here?" a slightly timid Gale asked.

"I wouldn't worry about it. I have a sense that we'll be left alone for as long as we need," assured the felizard. As she spoke she plucked sour candies from the bag still held in her tail, usually with her fluorescent blue tongue. "So what's the first question you have, because I know you have a few. Happy to answer any of them for you."

"You're right about having a million questions in my head. Ummm, I guess the first one I have is about your... outfit? Suit? You said I was wrong to call it a costume so I'd love to hear how you managed that look," Gale asked respectfully as she could.

"How I managed it was being spawned, if you can even call that something I played just a part of. What I mean to say is that this is me. This is my skin, my tail, my horns, and my, well, my everything. This little outfit," Kedikur paused to tug at her skimpy attire, "is my costume. The rest is pure Kedikur. I promise. See?" she asked while holding out her empty hand to Gale.

Taking the invitation Gale leaned forward until she could lay her hand on her very real, very warm skin. The faintest of squeezes confirms that this is, somehow, her skin and body. Gale was of course skeptical that this still wasn't a person in very good makeup and slight of hand but it meant granting nothing but respect for the skill it must have taken. Given how Kedikur was sticking to her character Gale thought it best to play along by taking the felizard at her word. It still left Gale looking and feeling thoroughly impressed by the time she let go of Kadikur's hand and sat back on the linens.

"You weren't kidding. You're a marvel, honestly. Guess you really are a felizard, huh?" Gale commented, sipping her soda.

"Felizard, yes, that term works well enough," grinned Kedikur.

"So what's a real felizard doing at a furry convention?" Gale asked next.

"What? Not many places I can go around without a disguise of some sort. Truly I'd be nude if I could but convention rules and whatnot. Still, it's nice to not only get out in my own skin but at these manner of gatherings I receive such admiration from folks like yourself. Though, as previously stated, few have your level of wordless esteem, Gale. I hope that answered your question," she conveyed with an unspoken want for further queries.

"Yeah, I guess it makes sense why you'd attend then. Now about the slight of hand at the vending machine earlier. How'd you manage that?"

Kedikur shrugged wistfully. "Magic."

"Magic? Like, real magic?" Gale asked kindly.

"Not like real magic, the real and only kind. The rest is just illusions and mirrors. I have quite the intrinsic connection to more arcane and inscrutable powers in fact. I know it's like we were born twins, the magics and me. It's really quite wonderful but I wouldn't want to talk your lovely ears off by going into the arcane details. Just know I'm born of magic, so I'm truly something special," Kedikur chuckled playfully.

"No argument from me on that. The more you talk, the more impressed I get. So what exactly does a felizard like you do when not enjoying furry conventions?" a thoroughly intrigued Gale asked.

"She does whatever she likes, Gale. Mostly doing my thing as a cursed fortune teller for those souls who wish to know their futures. For a cost, of course," she delightfully claimed.

"That's definitely an... interesting profession. There much money in that?" asked a snacking Gale. She was enjoying Kedikur's enthusiastic yet wistful way of speaking and moving.

Kedikur tittered. "Profession? Money? Dear oh dear, aren't you just the most adorable thing! I do exactly what I want when I wish and it's cursed fortunes that have my interest these past few decades. This is my nature, Gale. And rather than payment I get endless satisfaction from my deeds. That is what sustains a creature like me. What about you, Gale? What sustains a woman like you then, hmm? Not simply conventions I figure," the felizard suggested gingerly.

"What do I live for? Uhhhhh, well, ummmmm, I live for... I dunno, to have fun? To pay all my bills, own my place, advance my career as a programmer, or I- wait, why are you shaking your head? Did I say something wrong?" Gale asked apprehensively after having struggled with a complete answer.

"Those all sound like the very nice things you would tell a date or your boss, Gale. But I'm not here to listen to any of these empty actions you call a purpose. I'm Kedikur and I'm only here for the truest version of Gale there could be. It's why we're talking somewhere secluded from prying eyes and curling ears. I want to hear your truest desires and things that drive the person you are. Think you can manage that?" Kedikur sauntered nearer to Gale as she spoke and finished leaning against the makeshift couch with her eyes again peering down at Gale. There was a peculiar hunger in them that Gale was unsure how to feel about but her racing heart and litany of thoughts made it hard to concentrate on much of anything but the looming felizard.

"Truest desires? I... that's a hard thing to narrow down. Especially given I have a lot of interests, some that switch day to day it feels like. I mean, so far as deeper desires and things that brought me to the convention, well," Gale paused to gather herself only to still be bashful as she continued, "I'm into transformation stuff and art. I was actually just coming from a panel with some creators when I saw you. Is that a better answer?"

"Better, yes, but... still lacking for so much, what is word, specificity. Yes, 'transformation' is a very broad thing, I can assure you, Gale. I could predict it going any number of ways in your case, for example. Truly, I can predict so many ends for you, dear, that I would be spoiled for choice. And still I wouldn't truly know why. Please, Gale," Kedikur spoke tenderly to the woman while also fixing her sweaty hair. "Anything you tell me will stay with you, me, and the steam," she smirked.

The steam and heat of the boiler room had Gale perspiring but so did Kedikur's mere presence. And all the heat wasn't just thermal either as a tingling in Gale's loins was testament. Pushing aside all the heat Gale tried to think of an actual answer. "I like all sorts of transformations. Like, animals and stuff, but I like furry things too. But why? I guess, I dunno, it feels good? Turns me on a lot of times, usually with more expectations and changes. Usually I need to read the right story or see the right picture to really get a feel for it though. Probably why I'm sort of floundering in front of you right now. Sorry, I'm just not used to, to, to..."

"...To talking about your deepest desires with a magical felizard in a boiler room. I don't judge, Gale. Few people ever find themselves in your position with such a powerful creature. One less congenial than I may look at you and see a plaything rather than a person with feelings, hopes, dreams, and desires. I want to have with you, Gale, and I want you to find that hidden desire you can't seem to name. For that, I have something that can help deduce the truth of your soul without the need of you to say a word," tempted Kedikur with a toothy grin.

"You do? What is it? Some spell?" Gale asked with some feigned curiosity. She was still thoroughly doubting Kedikur's magic, look, and personality were just the well concocted character of this genius makeup artist and dedicated roleplayer. That didn't mean Gale wasn't interested to see the secrets behind how she was doing any of this.

"No spoken spell. Just this," Kedikur said just as her tail curled behind her and somehow traded the empty sour candy bag for a crystal fortune teller's ball which with fluorescent blue color resembled an oversized robin's egg. With its surface polished clear and an interior filled with swirling clouds of luminescence blue it was one impressive prop. The Felizard handled it deftly as she passed it from tail to her left hand where she held it aloft briefly before bringing it down to Gale's eye level. "Pretty, isn't it?"

"It's... beautiful. What is it exactly?" Gale asked with azure wonder glittering in her eyes.

"It's so many things at once but for the purposes I've bent it to recently you'll find it has the power to predict a person's future. I will warn it is a cursed piece if there ever was one. To look into it will give a look into your not too distant future based on a person's desires. I will warn you that peering into does risk the curse; a fate tied to its prediction. But don't worry, it's a curse I can personally dispel without much effort. So the risks are minimal for a glimpse into what may be. Care to try?" Kedikur's offer was all temptation with her rolling and manipulating the orb effortlessly over her hands, arms, shoulders, and tail.

"Well, if you think I'll be fine. And if the curse isn't too bad," Gale said fearfully to play up what she felt was her budding role in this exchange. Given she didn't believe the felizard's magic was anything but slight of hand and smart engineering the threat of a curse wasn't very real in her mind.

"Nothing that can't easily be avoided. Now, with your permission I can attune it to you so we can see what your future may hold, Gale," Kedikur offered generously. The orb was back in her right hand held near enough to Gale to cast her face in its tender glow.

A niggling doubt in Gale's gut was telling her not to but her confidence that she was in no real danger kept her from thinking it over more than a few seconds. "Sure, let's see what it can do. Won't kill me or anything, right?"

"Kill you? Certainly not. I'm that sort of devil," promised Kedikur, her eyes flashing and causing flashes inside the orb. "Now, hold still. Takes a moment and you won't feel a thing."

"Okay," nodded Gale. She sat up with her legs hanging over the edge as Kedikur moved the azure orb to the side of the woman's head.

"There we are. Just breathe normally, Gale. The magic will do its thing momentarily. I'm sure it will love you," grinned Kedikur.

Propped up on three of Kedikur's violet fingers the orb's swirling inner magics settled when finally put to Gale's temple. To Gale it felt hot and metallic against her skin despite its crystalline appearance. Its internal swirling magics of the orb calmed to a simmering storm by the time Kedikur moved it back between them. There Gale could see the strange smoke coalesced into some kind of figure. Somehow while remaining a radiant turquoise a 3D image appeared within the sphere that was a perfect match for Gale down to the clothing she had on. The only difference was that Gale's expression was blank.

"Wow, that's impressive," Gale complimented as she leaned in for a closer look.

"Few mortals who look upon it their first time aren't dazzled by its magnificence. But you haven't seen anything yet. Watch closer, dear, and it will unravel a cursed future for you that it thinks is suited to your nature. Revealing a cursed future filled with transformation I should think, give your earlier mention. But to what extent, mmmmmm? I think I see it stirring. Watch closely now," Kedikur encouraged with a twinkle in her eye.

Gale's eyes were fixed on the facsimile of her in the orb wondering what would happen. Nothing seems to be happening at first until the image of Gale can be seen silently reacting to a spreading fever along with increased instances of aching or throbbing parts of her. What exactly was ailing her image was visible first in an acute swelling of her breasts which had her pulling off her jacket and shirt before getting to her overstuffed bra. That off she looked to have gained five cup sizes which alone excited the real Gale. With a smile on her face Gale watched on as bulging around her face signal further changes. But the smile melted into dismay when rather than a muzzle, beak, snout, feather, or fur there appeared to be circular warts all over her cheeks, forehead, ears, neck, and even down to her new breasts. These continued swelling at alarming rate with their unsettling appearance becoming more apparent on the image of Gale that the real one was thoroughly alarmed.

"Wh-What's happening to me? To her? Those all look like, like, like..." but the word caught in Gale's throat.

"Horse phalluses? Yes, you appear to be rather rife with the genitalia from stallions of different types. Breasts too," was Kedikur's blunt response. "Look, more!"

The felizard wasn't kidding as the growing horse cocks and their accompanying testicles covering her face and even making her tongue into a donkey's darkly mottled cock were spreading. Her massive new breasts were fertile ground for ever more. They sprouted from her shoulders, neck, and her hands where each finger was taking on a mottled coloring and girthy length. The change weighed Gale down so heavily, she was forced to her knees and then her back on account of either leg swelling into the biggest penises yet. They ripped through her jeans while massive testicles swelled from where Gale's ass used to be. Soon these and the many other equine cocks came to life with an innate lust. Her arms shrank away to a pair of breasts to match the additional ones that had grown in on her stomach, sides, and back while the parts of her taken by horse dicks came alive. All that was the original representation of Gale was now covered in a sea of equine cocks and breasts. Leaving her an unrecognizable grotesque aberration of twisted lust.

"I don't think I like this fortune, Kedikur. It's turned me into some kind of monstrosity! I mean, it's a little hot but I don't think I, she, can even move! You weren't kidding about a cursed fortune! I don't think this is for me. That's one cursed fortune if I ever saw one," Gale admitted with a fierce shiver.

"It is, isn't it? I believe this is only, hmmm, a little over twelve hours from now. My, that is quite the doozy of a cursed fate, Gale. Reduced to nothing but jiggling tits and equine cock's and whatever lust they'd live by," Kedikur panted as she was somewhat taken by the image herself. "I'm sure Gale would still reside somewhere in there, under all that mottled flesh, but she'd be at the mercy of her many new adornments. Quite the cursed existence to be sure."

"Very cursed. Way cursed," agreed Gale who had backed away from the orb and Kedikur when the penises in the image started ejaculating. This left her in need of a distraction that reminded her of her phone. Sliding it out from her purse she saw numerous missed messages from her friends along with seeing the time. "Oh gosh, it's almost noon. I gotta go, Kedikur. I'm sorry, really. This whole demonstration of yours has been great. Really," Gale insisted. This she did while getting up from the linens and onto her feet. She nearly tripped as she hurried to the door but stopped at it so she wasn't rude. "I'm really sorry I have to go, I really am. Your makeup, your magic, that simulation with the orb; however you did all that I'm in awe. If you're in the costume contest this evening I'm voting for you!"

Kedikur didn't move to stop Gale but once she was at the door she spoke up, her tone harsher. "Are you sure you want to leave so soon, Gale? The fortune foretold what your future holds and the cursed magic will run its course as I said, unless... Unless I stop it," she reminded Gale calmly. "And please, it's no simulation or makeup or-"

Struck with impatience due to being close to leave, Gale's kindness towards Kedikur's keeping in character waned. "Well can you just wave it away or whatever quick? And do I even need to be here?" Gale anxiously asked.

"There's a little more to it than that and yes, you have to be here. And as I'm the only that can do the deed I believe it's only fair I exact a cost for my services," Kedikur revealed, her grin no longer so soft.

"Huh? I thought you didn't care about money?" Gale challenged in partial jest.

"I don't, Gale. But there are other ways to return the favor. None that require any trinkets from you, dear. I promise." Kedikur's assurance came with a grin no less mischievous. She looked to the orb in her hand and the massive number of horse cocks and balls that Gale had become. "You'd be good to listen or else this Gale will be your very real future. Now, would you like to hear my proposal and show some respect or are you going to ruin our budding friendship by storming out?"

The teasing in the felizard's voice tugged invisibly at Gale's ear, keeping her at least from leaving without another word. "What is it? I'm not trying to be rude I just have friends that I promised to hang with and-"

"I wouldn't worry about them. Humans come and go in life, Gale. But a felizard? You're a lucky soul just to have knowingly met one, let alone made their proper acquaintance. So you should take the opportunity you have in front of you. Stay with me now and for the rest of the weekend. We'll bond, I'll delay the curse, and come Sunday at midnight I'll expel it from you completely. So your future will be your own again and you would have had an unforgettable weekend in my company. That is my offer, Gale. I get your exclusive company, you get to stay that lovely version of you that's standing there. Not this poor wretch," Kedikur pouted as she held the orb aloft.

Mad at being interrupted and what amounted to being forced to be this person's friend, Gale was not the least taken with what she took as a threat. "You know, you seemed really nice when I met you and sure, your getup and everything is really spectacular, but I guess your rudeness shines through. Kedikur, person, lady, whoever you are, it was a pleasure to talk, your kit is marvelous, but you'd make more friends with honey than veiled threats," Gale huffed. "If you see me for the rest of the convention please don't talk to me, okay? Goodbye!"

Kedikur laughed. "I know you don't mean that. But if you have your mind set on leaving I won't stop you. Just know I might be willing to forgive you and relieve you of the curse. But you'd have to do so before-" but Gale didn't let Kedikur get out another word, preferring to storm out of the door and make her way back to the convention floor proper. Left alone, the felizard was no less amused. "Tick tock, Gale."

Hurrying along down the corridors, Gale grumbled to herself about letting Kedikur lure her off to a place like that where the supposed felizard could have taken advantage of her. Or had others waiting to jump her. The further Gale got from the boiler room until when she reached the floor and spied the four friends she was glad she left. A small winkle of foreboding lingered in her chest but it wasn't anything she couldn't ignore to enjoy the convention she'd been waiting so long to attend.

Over the next four or so hours Gale had a fantastic time with her friends going around the convention floor together. They bought art, got autographs, pictures taken, met more creators, and attended another seminar. All with Gale never bringing up her strange encounter in the boiler room. She wasn't sure what they would think and would rather focus on their time together than the meeting which was so surreal in retrospect for Gale. The only thing that troubled her still was the burned in image of that transforming version of herself in that ball. She ignored it the best she could and kept up with her new friends, having a great time with no threat of curses.

It was nearing five and most, including Gale's group, were planning on finding something to eat before the start of the costume contest at seven. Her group decided to head to their rooms for a quick cleaning up and wardrobe change before going out. In Gale's case she was all too happy to go up to her fourth floor room. Not just for a shower or new clothes but to deal with a slight fever that had come over her in the last hour.

Reaching her room and locking the door, Gale went first to the bathroom where she splashed some cold water into her face to cool herself down. She toweled her face and head with several areas of her scalp down the back of her neck tender to the touch. Other spots were itchy though around her scalp but also her chest and crotch. Putting both out of mind she took off her shirt and with a gasp of relief removed her bra which had been cutting into her skin the last few hours. Relieved to have them off she kicked off her sneakers and did the same with her pants before laying down on the lone queen sized bed in her room.

Laying down on her back in just her underwear, Gale was finally able to notice that her breasts were quite swollen. Taking them in hand though it was more than just some bloat. They were heavily and most definitely larger than she remembered. "The fuck?" she murmured to herself as she cupped her new ample breasts. Holding them firmly revealed just how sensitive they were too, causing Gale to moan and squirm despite herself. "Something is wrong. Jeez, am I dreaming things? Did someone slip something into that lemonade I had earlier?" Gale was left to ponder. It came to mind for her rather than the more likely one after having put Kedikur and her cursed fortune at the very back of her mind.

What did bubble up to the forefront of her mind, spurred by the tingling arousal her sensitive breasts had started, was the hot and bothered throbbing coming from her clit. She attempted to ignore the radiating need but watching the heaving of her buxom chest brought Gale deeper into inflamed passions. It was only a matter of minutes before she could resist no more. Yearning for the post-orgasm-brought clarity to pull herself together afterwards, Gale tugged her panties aside and used a single hand to masturbate while the other needed to only squeeze her own breasts to stoke the necessary passions that finally brought Gale to loud, moaning orgasms. One that lasted several minutes and by the end left her drained physically to the point of having to struggle to keep awake. So when she truly was spent Gale had wit enough to set an alarm before passing out on her back without a second thought.

Waking to the buzz of her alarm shocked Gale up in bed where she was immediately reminded of the massive weights on her chest as she leaned forward. While catching her breath she glanced in the mirror to see the state of herself but was shocked when, in the reflection, Kedikur was lying beside her with the crystal ball suspended by some invisible force above her head and between her horns. Gale spun to look to see if she was actually there but she wasn't. Then when she looked back at the mirror she saw only herself.

"What is going on? Am I still dreaming? Please let me be dreaming," Gale pleaded with reflection.

Tossing off her sheets and standing proved the reality of her situation well with her meaty H cup breasts- if she had to guess- heavy on her chest and lower back like her old ones never were. Out of an anxious habit Gale went to scratch the back of her head as she tried to think what to do when she was again reminded of the sensitivity of the skin in that area. Some areas of the scalp had lumps on them which Gale tried to explain away as always there but her conscience told her otherwise. A buzzing alert from her phone was what breaks Gale's racing thought and brings her back to the moment.

Checking the phone she sees a message from her friends telling her they're waiting downstairs. Not wanting to disappoint, Gale ignored her clear issues and tried to make the best of it. Forgoing a bra, she found one of her looser shirts, a sweatshirt with a hood and some looser pants did a decent job of making Gale appear unchanged. Knowing it would be dark at the costume contest and that most people would be looking at the stage, Gale took the risk of ignoring her changes for now.

Gale took the elevator down to the ground floor and hurried out owing to her already being late. Out of the corner of her eye, in a decorative mirror behind some flowers set between the banks of elevators, was the grinning felizard again. Just as before by the second look she was gone. Leaving Gale to wonder if she was hallucinating. But she shook that off once she heard one of her friends call her name. 'Out of sight, out of mind,' Gale shrugged and hurried off with friends.

Held in a large hall with ample seating, lighting, and a big stage the costume contest was packed with people and contestants. Gale and her friends found a row nearer the back and settled in. Ceremonies got underway with the unfunny MC rattling off some inane introduction before things began properly. The atmosphere, great costumes, and good company help Gale ignore the throbbing of her breasts as well as other areas on her body. With things going so well though it proved a capable distraction to what Gale was eager to ignore. Until she couldn't.

Thirty minutes in and the problems started. Not with anything with her body but when, out of the corner of her eye she caught the unmistakable silhouette of Kedikur. Sure enough a few rows ahead and over to the right the felizard was taking up two seats- with her butt in one seat while she kicked up a leg on another beside her casually. Her tail hung out behind her and into the row, not that anyone minded. Like last she saw her floating above her head by means still lost on Gale. Thinking how strange it was how she didn't notice her earlier. It was quite the shock when Kedikur's head turned nonchalantly in Gale's direction, then winked. Predictably starting the woman's and getting her heart racing.

A tug at Gale's arm brought her attention to her friend who asked if she was okay. Not wanting to spoil the moment, Gale just said she thought she recognized someone but it was a mistake and went back to acting like Kedikur wasn't there. This only lasted a couple minutes before she had to peek to at least see if she was still being stared at. However Kedikur was not only gone but the seats occupied by folks that were well settled in. Now Gale was starting to question her sanity slightly with the throbbing sensations around her skull, chest, and increasing her lower abdomen and seeming somehow more apparent.

That didn't stop her returning to watching the contest but Gale could no longer ignore that something was wrong with her. Unlike Kedikur's phantasm appearances Gale's chest had not escaped her sight but their weight was definitely straining on her body. They were another two cup sizes bigger, making Gale's only bright spot that she chose to forgo a bra. Not that her shirt or hoodie wasn't quite tight on her by this point. Being as discreet as she could, Gale ran a hand over herself to be sure that she wasn't hallucinating everything. But they were real and worst of all seemed to not be done growing either. Such a size brought to mind the image conjured up in the felizard's mysterious orb.

More worrying thoughts came when her hand reached her stomach and found, scattered randomly down past her navel and around her sides were vaguely circular areas of extra fatty flesh. Each had a skin tag or pimple that was sensitive in a way that her nipples were at the moment as they rubbed against the confines of her clothing. Troubling as these were she had to return her hand to scratching at her scalp and neck through her hoodie as the itching there was only getting more intense. Making it hard for Gale to not think she was losing it.

Not helping matters was just ten minutes after seeing her last, Gale was shocked to find Kedikur again only this time she was standing amongst those on stage in the current category of 'original characters'. This time she wasn't shying from the limelight as applause poured in for the group. Smirking and posing with brash confidence she was clearly the standout from the group in every way. Strangely as enthusiastic as the crowd was, they weren't focused on the felizard but two other contestants whose costumes weren't on the same level. Even her friends, who had noticed Kedikur the previous day and been impressed, weren't talking about her. They did notice Gale wasn't clapping which got her started doing it to not look out of place.

Every time Gale blinked she expected Kedikur would disappear again but instead she continued posing and mugging for flashing cameras. Then each contestant was introduced and invited into the spotlight and even with the spotlight off her Kedikur was there in the middle of the pack looking no less eager to please the crowd and judges as her competitors. Glancing away to look at her chest, nod at her friend's comments, and to just dare Kedikur to disappear. But she remained undaunted or aware of Gale at all. Making the moment it was her turn to step out tense for an already sore, bloated, panicked, freaked out, and itchy Gale.

Like the others the spotlight fell on Kedikur as she strode out onto the stage. The MC's lips were moving but there was no introduction. Not that anyone seemed to notice with lots of general applause. Kedikur was nonetheless taken by the praise and strutted like she had already won the whole thing. Reaching the end of the short runway that extended from the stage into the audience, Kedikur held her arms out to them as she drank in their acclaim. Then when bringing them down she proceeded to remove the scraps of a bra and underwear she had been wearing when Gale last saw without a care or a word of protest from anyone. The felizard's prominent, blackened nipples were the same shade as her smoothed slit that Kedikur flashed with indulgent pleasure. To which the crowd cheered no more or less than before and the MC still a mute on the mic.

"What is going on right now?" a mystified Gale muttered under her breath out of disbelief.

No sooner had she said it than Kedikur's basking gaze sharpened and her head turned to find Gale with ease. Her stare was penetrating with Gale shivering already when the felizard smirked. "My how inevitability has changed you, Gale," Kedikur teased in a soft voice that somehow managed to sound as if spoken from right behind her. Right down to the hot breath on her already sensitive neck. "Tick tock, dear," she somehow whispered clearly with even her presence looming behind her.

Turning her head Gale inexplicably came nose-to-nose with Kedikur. Bearing the same wily grin as on stage the felizard's blue tongue stuck out and gave Gale's nose an almost playful lick. Gale barely contained herself yelping and jumping out of her seat. Instead just looking back on stage to see how there could be two felizard's only to see a person in a rather unremarkable tiger costume standing meekly in her place.

"Having fun yet?" Kedikur giggled again from behind Gale.

"Why are you doing this to-" Gale decried as she had whirled around again to see her tormentor gone once more. Instead the people behind her were staring back at her like she had lost it. She mumbled out a blushing, "I'm sorry," and after seeing Kedikur not on stage or anywhere else in the room apologized to her friends too and made a speedy exit. Saying simply that, "I need to get some fresh air."

Gale hurried out of the hall and through the hotel's lobby with no clear intentions except that she was going to her room. Moving discreetly through the small crowds there checking in or mingling. Any hope that she left the felizard behind her eroded as Kedikur appeared out of the corner of her eye- appearing in conversation with convention goers, hanging off a baggage cart, behind the front desk, or seated atop a large fish tank- just for her to be gone whenever she looked anywhere else. Further unnerving an already flustered Gale. Her itching hadn't stopped either and as she reached the elevators Gale felt her undershirt finally split down the front. The tightness of her sweatshirt kept it falling out but that victory was overshadowed by everything else.

The elevator couldn't get there fast enough. Gale wasn't alone as several more piled in before the doors shut. She fished around her pockets for her room key and tried to keep herself together until in private by staring straight ahead. Her reflection in the polished metal doors was not the one she woke up to that morning. Fearful thoughts in her head were interrupted after letting someone off on the second floor. This time when the doors closed Gale's reflection had Kedikur standing just behind her licking her lips hungrily but said nothing. The fourth floor came and Gale hurried off without looking back. Reaching her door she looked both to her sides and behind her for the felizard before piling it from the keycard slid from her pants back pocket.

She got herself inside, locked every lock on the door, flipped on all the lights, then made a hurried inspection of her bathroom, closet, behind the curtains, under the bed, and even in the mini fridge for any sign of the delusion she had contracted. Confirming Kedikur wasn't there was little comfort for Gale who, worried what was happening to head especially, simply rushed to the bathroom for the mirror, tossed her lanyard, and pulled back her hood.

"Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck. This can't be happening," warbled Gale's voice at what she saw. Protruding from her hair above her right ear and behind the left were two inch long, inch thick fleshy growths whose flared, pointed shaped heads involved unsettling memories of exactly what Kedikur had predicted. Turning her head to see them better revealed three more growing at the back where their itch and weight was certainly known to her before. Seeing them made them far more real though. Touching them even realer. The cursed future seemed more present than she thought possible. with it setting in she was sporting five horse penises taking shape on her. By whatever curious magic, science, or hallucinogenic was doing she didn't know but Gale was having a hard time thinking it simply in her head. "No, no. Can't be. Not possible," she whimpered.

The phallus over her right ear was the furthest along and so Gale's hand gravitated to it. All the itching that had been plaguing her made sense with how she watched it draw in flesh and blood from her head to grow itself. Her hair was falling out as a result of this and just moving her fingers over her scalp coated her shoulders and the sink in clumps of hair. The skin this exposed was either flush red or turning shades while creasing heavily. These areas were sore or itchy while the forming horse cocks were numb to start. Reaching five inches though their sensitivity was starting to come in. And to Gale's touch they now twitched eagerly with nerves coming alive. Leaving the woman horrified, but feeling lustful arousal despite herself.

Tearing her hand away Gale hoped to avert more conflicting emotions but the fuse had been lit. Spurred by her first touch, the right cock throbbed itself thicker and brought in a mottled pink and black coloring to it. This brought it bouncing against the other cocks on her head who were also coming into their own sensitivities. Soon they were all twitching and taking on coloring distinct to each. Rather than just a carbon copy it appeared each of the growths was apparently plucked from some unfortunate pony or stallion. Separated from the animal as they were they acted no less eager as if they had just slid from some stud's sheath.

Tears flowed from Gale's eyes as she leaned over the sink. "Stop, stop, stop! Please! I didn't want this!" she pleaded in the mirror. Gale would gasp, grunt, and say 'no' or 'stop' to the malevolent force working at her.

Instead things got worse. All the areas she saw her skin darken and come over wrinkled were now swelling in their own right. They came in like swelling bug bites with two bumps. Each was right near a horse cock and with good reason. The pair of lumps ballooned outward, the wrinkled skin sprouting hair but not human. Or the sort that goes on the head. Gale knew they were testicles quickly enough but it wasn't a fact she let herself accept. Their weight combined with the cock themselves nearing twelve inches in most cases was making her have to at least accept she couldn't keep standing in front of the mirror.

Staggering, Gale exited the bathroom leaving a trail of hair behind her. She made for the bed, pulling the covers back to pile on the pillows so that when she sat down she had plenty of support for her head. Gale found it hard to get truly comfortable but did her best amidst more tears and vapid words of denial. She attempted to tug her hoodie off completely but her chest and abdomen had swollen too much for her to get it off. So it had to be enough to get off her feet and lie down to take the strain off her. If only the cocks on her head could be so easily sated.

"Maybe she just drugged me and, and, and I'm really still back in the boiler room so that all of it just has to be some weird, fucked up suggestive dream. This can't happen. It can't," Gale frantically attempted to reason to herself. As she did, she retrieved her cellphone to use the front facing camera to keep an eye on herself. The hair shedding had slowed which left the majority of her remaining hair towards the front of her head. Beyond that was the realm of swelling, churning testicles and enlivened phalluses that pulsed bigger still. "Shit, it's getting really bad. What the fuck am I gonna do? How can I wake up when it feels so, so real?" she continued to question.

Further words were difficult to come by as she watched herself with her phone in one hand while the other poked and prodded the obscene equine appendages. Each time she touched one she felt that rush of pleasure but unseemly as it was she didn't recoil. The pleasure was helping calm her nerves so she couldn't help but try to alleviate that. Gale bit her lip to keep from admitting aloud what she was doing. Leading her to doing more than nudging the cocks. Such as trying to wrap her hand around the shafts, which she couldn't manage. Stroking was, though. That triggered such euphoria that even the cutting tightness of her hoodie or the new itchiness spreading down her legs were subject to it. Allowing Gale a needed respite from worry.

"Fuck me if it doesn't feel god," a flustered Gale professed at last when the pleasure was impossible to deny. Soon it wasn't enough to have one hand on the job so Gale propped her phone in front of her face against her breasts with a slight tilt so she could watch what two hands could do. By now all five of the horse penises themselves were close to their final length and girth- none lacked for either. Their glans were prominent with pissholes that opened and closed with every slight movement. At the other ends there was a wrinkled hilt of flesh which was all of the sheath that formed, though it perfectly added to the effect. With the scrotum also fully fleshed out it was really just the testes themselves that were still changing. "I shouldn't be doing this," Gale admitted weakly.

Her fear was born from knowing how close this new crown of horse cocks was to completion. Gale could tell by the restlessness in each of the dicks that once they were able they would work themselves until orgasm. What that actually entailed Gale wasn't sure but she wasn't given any choice. One by one each cock gained fully functioning testicles swimming with horse seed ready to explode. Just as she suspected, erections spread through the five cocks in a matter of seconds with the two near either of her ears being the first to sputter pre-cum.

"No," whimpered Gale out of clarity. Then descended harshly into needful stroking of whichever horse penis needed the most stoking. Squeak and moans slipped out more frequently as Gale reluctantly allowed herself to enjoy the strangeness.

It did not take long for Gale to push the first of her cocks, the one over her right ear, to orgasm. A vigorous spasm went through her that curled her stiff toes, arched her back against the weight of her torso, and excited her own clit until she was the next to climax. That proved the trick as the remaining four cocks all orgasmed themselves with no less potency than the first. Gale lost count of the orgasms she had herself once things got going- simply preferring to allow it all to happen. Some vague hope that this would alleviate the issue and cause the cocks to shrink away was there but she wasn't that confident about it.

Five over-twenty-inch-long horse cocks with balls the size of apples produced a lot of sperm. Sperm that now coated the headboard of the bed, the wall it was set again, the painting of a sailboat that was hung on it, as well as squirting excess to the sides and herself. This resulted in a mess Gale didn't want to imagine cleaning up. Her clothing was mostly spared anything but errant strings and drips but her phone had received a few direct hits that were sure to damage it. Rather than save the device Gale continued to use both hands to milk a cock each given that it felt so damned good. The cocks even getting limp didn't stop them shooting copious amounts of their seed anywhere they could. The acrid stench of horse jizz drenched Gale that stung her nostrils the first time she smelled it. It turned her stomach too but not enough to make her hurl. A small consolation given her fall so far.

Calming down from the orgasm wasn't a quick process. Aside from the horse dicks still oozing cum from a somehow undepleted supply, Gale's own orgasms had left her muscles twitched, especially around her hips, loins, and lower back. She was also panting for breath while trying to ensure none of horse seed got in her mouth. Concentrating so she could think clearly again took almost fifteen minutes and even then the surreal nature of her situation persisted to a degree. Reaching at last to her phone she found it glitching and responsive with a screen she couldn't wipe clean no matter how many times she tried. So she tossed the phone out of frustration down to the end of the bed.

Feeling her emotions rising and needing to think a way to think, she slapped both hands over her eyes to shut the world out. The gravity of her situation was setting in with a heavy toll on her heart and mind. She wanted to resist but didn't know if that was even possible. With how her senses were in overdrive and yet she was still not waking meant it simply couldn't be a dream or mere hallucination. That didn't make it any harder for her to accept. "No. No, it's not happening to me. It can't," Gale whined aloud in desperation.

Gale would have kept her hands over her eyes had the sound of a soda can being cracked open and the sound of her mini fridge door shutting now unexpectedly echoed in her room. Pulling the hands away and there was Kedikur, her back to the bed while she downed one of Gale's drinks. She wordlessly watched the felizard finish the drink and then proceeded to crush and melt the aluminum can into her palm. Into this molten pool of aluminum she dipped two fingers from her other hand which, when drawn back out, drew the liquid into a solid shape. That of a long, slender, and very sharp knife of some kind. This done she finally turned, taking the blade in hand as she grinned with hunger in her dark eyes.

"I hope you don't mind if I borrow a drink. Was thirsty," Kedikur said calmly as she waltzed over beside the bed. Her tone was that of a close friend. The blade she tapped at her chin said she meant to escalat things. "If you had simply accepted my invitation Gale we would have had a wonderful day together. And you wouldn't be in your current, shall we call it a predicament? I mean, I think you look quite a good deal more fetching than you did before. You're helping make up for the lost day I could have had making a new friend," pouted a sincere sounding Kedikur.

"This isn't my fault! You, you brought this on me! If you can fix then fix this! I'll spend tomorrow with you! The whole weekend! Just stop... this!" Gale pleaded. She tried even to sit up but the weight of those cocks on her head had really gotten to her. Then of course there was the knife. "And what are you planning on doing with that?"

"What, this little thing?" Kedikur remarked while pretending to only just remember she was holding the glinting aluminum knife. "I wouldn't worry about this little thing. I don't mean to dissect you if that's what you're wondering. Vivisection isn't really my taste if I'm honest," she admitted to ease Gale's nerves. Only to bend down closer to Gale and whisper, "At least anymore."

"That's not reassuring," Gale fretted.

"Oh come now, Gale. You know me a little better than that. I'm not that cruel," defended Kedikur.

"Not that cruel? You've been tormenting me all night! And what about what you've done to my body? This isn't mercy!" pleaded an increasingly desperate Gale.

Kedikur smiled dubiously. "We're linked now, Gale, you and I. When you accepted my fortune you made sure I was always with you. Can't blame me for having some fun with it along the way. Kept you on the edge of your seat."

"I blame you for everything! Because you're to fucking blame! You're not even listening, are you?" Gale fumed at her.

"Course I'm listening. We're here because you can't listen, Gale, not me. Projection is not a healthy coping mechanism. Not sure where I heard that before. Maybe from one of the others... Anyway, yes, you're quite truly cursed Gale so it's now more of a matter of time than debate," affirmed Kedikur as she stood up straight again. Peering down over her breasts to Gale was something, Kedikur was resplendent in her pure enjoyment of the woman's conflicted suffering. "Unless I were to be, let's say, uncharacteristically charitable."

Gale's ears perked up. "Charitable? So you can... fix it," she gasped accusingly.

"Can I? It's not a matter of 'can I'. It's a matter of 'will I'. It's quite against my nature to do such things so it's really, really hard for me in that sense. Can you so easily deny your nature, Gale? From what I've seen already you certainly can't deny yourself pleasure no matter how offensive the source. So will I go contrary to my being for a mere human like you?" As Kedikur spoke, her voice haughty, she stepped up onto the bed where she came to stand with feet either side of Gale's hips. Despite her size her feet barely sunk into the sheets. Her final coming with a triumphant gleam in her eye and blade in hand. Once done she reached up between her horns with her free hand and plucked the floating orb down. Bringing it in front of her caused the ball to grow from apple to melon sized like when Gale first beheld it. "To be charitable would also mean depriving us of the future we both glimpse. Let me remind you."

Before Gale could refuse the vivid blue mists within the orb formed the vivid image that had been haunting her ever since. Her head and visage overwhelmed by horse cocks and their testicles with the only active growing penis the one sticking out of her mouth that used to be her tongue. Oversized breasts littered with cocks, torso covered in breasts, arms gone while stalks of hands now just more equine cocks. With either leg also a horse dick it was a far more real thing now to Gale than last. If her fracturing memory served this was her future in close to four hours from now- Gale having spied the time on the clock radio on the nightstand. All of this caused her to shiver fearfully at what would have to follow. Unless Kedikur found some mercy.

When Gale could bring herself to look away from the orb and back to Kedikur she saw the creature staring admiringly at the image still. She only looked away when feeling the woman's eyes on her. "What is it that I need to do or get you to stop this from happening?" Gale finally brought herself to ask. Figuring there would likely be some price to free herself from doom.

"It's nothing so complex. Really it's just a challenge for you. A simple one I think. One that any person down at that convention could do without too much trouble I think you'd agree," she explained without getting to the point. Something that had Gale rankled.

"What is it, please? I know you're drawing this out on purpose but, but... fuck! My legs are swelling up and are itching like hell!" grunted Gale as she lurched forward to scratch her thighs up to her hips. Not easy with how her chest and stomach were.

"Fine, fine. The challenge is this," began Kedikur who paused to step back off the bed, orb and newly minted knife still hovering in her hand. "I will reverse whatever my cursed magic has already done to you if, Gale, you can remove that top you're wearing within, how about, five minutes? Yes, yes I think that will work. If you can't get it off in that time, ten minutes or sixty won't make a difference. There you are. I've gone and given you another thing: hope. Win or lose, I will expect thanks for that. I hope you know."

"Is that even possible?" Gale asked, looking down at herself.

"If it is, you'll figure it out. Given that your change hasn't stopped and won't, it's only going to get harder the longer you wait, right?" Kedikur pointed out.

Taking her meaning, Gale set to the task without another word. At the same time the image inside the orb shifted from grotesque Gale to that of an hourglass with blue sand falling to mark the time. The hoodie had ridden up to her bellybutton where it couldn't get over the tight bulge of her gut. Gale hadn't been able to remove the hoodie when she first laid down so time, as Kedikur reminded her, hadn't made things easier. She pulled and yanked as hard as she could but only managed to waste a minute. Next Gale tried different positions to see if that shifted some weight but it was never enough to make any difference. A general lethargy made even that movement exhausting for Gale. That her legs were all but drained of strength truly limited the woman's options as half her time ticked by.

Gale abandoned her plan for the simpler one of just trying to rip her hoodie off. There were definitely holes showing in the stitching of its seams due to the tautness of the fabric. She dug her fingers in desperately to try and get somewhere. By the four minute mark she had gotten her left sleeve partially off. Then thirty seconds later she was still pulling at it but making no progress. Gale tried the other side and was slowed down by her ponderously large breasts. She was so fixated, mumbling to herself that she could do it, that Gale didn't actually see the final few grains of sand fall.

"That's time and you've managed to... ruin that lovely piece. But I said remove, not ruin, Gale," Kedikur purred, tapping the knife against the orb.

"Wait, no! I can just about get it! Just five, wait, maybe, how about ten more minutes? You have to! Five just isn't enough for how big I've, I've, I've- shit, it's getting even tighter now!" protested Gale while vainly trying to still tear her hoodie off.

"You agreed to the terms, Gale. That was your chance to earn some clemency but it looks like today my will holds true. Not that I wasn't pulling for you the whole time. Thought you might have had it there with your sleeve. Ah well. Wasn't meant to be," Kedikur shrugged off easily.

Hearing this had Gale's left eye twitching. Gale wanted to scream at her but her hoodie was making it hard for her to even breathe now. "You, you monster..." wheezed Gale feebly.

Smirking, Kedikur handed the orb off to her tail while she leaned over the bed with her knife. "Is that supposed to be an insult?" laughed the felizard, who used the tip of the blade to trace the outline of the Gale's areolas on her hoodie. "Don't be so glum, Gale. I know it seems like you lost but try to have some perspective on things. Look at me for example: sure I could be bored knowing what will happen to you already but instead I choose to enjoy the journey as well as the destination. Maybe give that a try?" Kedikur genuinely seemed to suggest.

Gale replied with more silent anger while breathing with great difficulty. Talking was too difficult and if she moved the wrong way she'd get perforated. So seething rage would have to do.

"Having trouble talking?" asked Kedikur, flipping her knife in the air and catching it firmly by the handle. Leaving her looking ready to stab down. "Let me help with that."

Quicker than Gale could scream, the knife came straight to her throat. She expected hot pain to follow but the ever tricky felizard instead drew the blade down the front of her hoodie. A split formed in its wake until ripping wide open. Gale's massive breasts spilled out upon her heaving chest as she caught her breath. Kedikur made a few more careful cuts to further remove the sleeves until the changing woman was relieved of the hoodie. It lay pinned under Gale but no longer in the way.

"Much better. Now let's get a better look at you," Kedikur smiled. "Oh yes, lovely progress so far. To think you've not been able to truly enjoy the sight so far. How about I enjoy it for us both until you've gathered yourself."

Gale certainly wanted to look at herself but really was not in a state to sit up. She could feel it though and only had to recall her future image to know what was happening. Dotting her stomach in no pattern were new breasts in all stages of growth. They covered front and back down to her waist line with tender, puffy nipples that were just as sensitive as her normal set. It was nothing so arousing as touching one of her cocks but sheer number of them meant they couldn't be ignored. Especially those squeezed under her back.

"I am loving how your body is taking to this so far. Can't even see your ribs anymore, how precious is that," Kedikur doted lovingly at Gale's bedside. "I'm so glad you didn't think to ask to borrow my knife for your challenge. That would deprive us both such a wonderfully cursed experience."

"Wait, you would given it to, to me?" Gale labored to say.

"Course! What else was I gonna use it for?" an incredulous Kedikur chuckled. Tossing the knife aside without care across the room and into the side of Gale's suitcase. "Don't need it anymore though."

The revelation stung Gale but she was starting to realize the game was likely rigged from the start. That awareness brought with it some degree of acceptance despite what a still twitchy left eye said. If only enough to keep her freaking out uselessly. Instead prioritizing what little she could do. "Might s-still need. Pants getting... tighter. Hands won't reach," Gale coughed.

"I can't imagine they would. You've changed too much already" wagered Kedikur. "But I don't think it's necessary anyway with how things will unfold. What I can do at least is remove these shoes of yours. They spoil the view. Speaking of, I wouldn't want you to miss this either. Let Kedikur lend you her hands a moment."

"N-Not like I can stop you," Gale pointed out as Kedikur moved to grab her shoulders.

"You never could. But I'd prefer you not screaming the whole time. These ears aren't just for show you know," Kedikur contended. With a delicate touch yet firm touch she effortlessly sat Gale up enough so that she could fully see herself again since landing on her back after the failed challenge. Once Gale was situated, her numerous cocks splayed against the wall behind her, the felizard tip-toed around to the end of bed with a satisfied spring in her step. "Only three and half hours to go. It will go by quicker than you think so drink it all in, Gale."

There wasn't much Gale could do at this point but watch so she did. Scanning first the numerous new breasts adorning her was not too shocking but still had to sink it just how many there were. Letting her eyes continue, Gale glimpsed her legs. As she had felt they were seriously swollen and bulging in her straining jeans. Swollen didn't quite cover it either as the very shape of her legs was different. Her thighs were thinner while her calves, ankles, and thanks to Kedikur her now bare feet were swollen. Making either leg more shaft than bending limb. This was clearest at the near where the contours of the joint seen in the creases of the jeans gradually disappeared, becoming just more shaft. The button of her jeans had also detached, allowing her fly to hang down. Though it relieved none of the constricted feelings.

"There, no more shoes or socks. Won't need them anymore with how your future is shaping up," touted Kedikur as she tossed the shoes and ate the socks. "I haven't been this riled up in a few cursed fortunes, Gale. You're full of surprises in all the best ways," Kedikur complimented genuinely. She had stepped back up onto the bed but this time chose to recline on her side so she faced Gale and had her close but not touching. "The stallions you've met so far have been studs one and all but the two you're about to meet, dear, are of another class entirely. Paragons of the breed and nothing less. Their vigor will outgrow such petty confines with ease." Kedikur slid a single finger up and down Gale's nearest leg as she spoke, stirring the faint sensitivity present in her legs already.

Over the course of the next ten minutes Gale panted, moaned, grit her teeth, and held on as her legs shifted continuously, growing bigger but still not breaking free. However by then holes were showing in her inseam as well as a numb fullness coming over her ass that resulted in the seat of her pants filling space that wasn't there. This did cause more sounds of ripping and popping seams though still not enough. During this time both of Gale's feet had lost their forms from ankle to toes and were mushrooming out into the glans of a horse's cock. Making themselves ready for when the shafts finally break free.

The inseam of her left leg started to finally go, making Gale and Kedikur quite pleased, if perhaps for different reasons. Knowing she'd have a sight to behold, Gale shut her eyes to rest them a moment only to be able to open only the left. Try as she might, the right wouldn't open, causing a spike in her anxiety that didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh what poor timing that is for proper viewing. I hope that wasn't your good eye," Kedikur purred when she saw.

Gale only had to feel the massing weight of something emerging from her eye socket to know she wouldn't get the eye back. While nothing like her legs, the stout and spry pony cock forming from her eye would at least not lack for energy from what she could tell. Ignoring the weight of it and the testicles that would form from her upper cheek there was still the matter of her pants. They'd ripped apart enough that the coloring of each was actually visible. The right was mostly dark with pale brown splotches while the left was a gradient of gray from the darker hilt to lighter tip. Both had rides, veins, and no real resemblance to a human leg. The more that shredded away the less there was of the old Gale.

"The feelings, so intense and, and... encompassing. F-Fuck! So wrong..." gurgled Gale who felt the close binding around her crotch faded in an instant. Her pants there had ripped free and now loosely hung off her. Spurred mostly by what was becoming of her ass cheeks, both of whom now sported two hefty testicles forming from them. The flesh had already come over with either shafts coloring too with the bases gaining the same excess of flesh of an unneeded sheath. This left Gale's actual slit buried but still functioning between growing folds of horse hair and hide. "Mmm, big. Everything so big," she said in a quavering voice.

"So big," agreed Kedikur. "I see you don't wear any underwear. A girl after my own heart, truly," she cooed before deciding to get up again. After a quick stretch the felizard was back on her feet as she marched herself off the bed. "It's so much better when you just accept it isn't it? Can't run from the inevitable anyway. Takes a big person to admit that. And like you said, you're so, so big, aren't you?"

"Big," Gale said roughly. The weight of her former right eye and its balls was impacting her ability to speak properly. Her head was also tilting to the right from the heft too. She was kept from better expressing her actual feeling of woeful regret for ever having introduced herself to Kedikur. Maybe then she wouldn't be here.

"Somehow, Gale, you're saying less than I'm used to hearing from you but what words you do choose are perfect. I'll have to remember that about you after you lose your ability to speak altogether," mused Gale from the foot of the bed. "Now let's see those legs really come into their own. Once you experience one of their climaxes you'll be addicted. You may think you won't be, that you'll hold on to self-respect a little because how could your reason not conquer such bestial, loathing sensations. But I bet this Gale," she said, her tail returning the orb to her hands with Gale's cursed final form shimmering within. "That Gale will not only tell you fighting it is futile, but that it feels good. Really, really fucking good."

Her words coincided with the surging to life of her legs. Two feet long each, thicker than Gale could get both hands around, and sporting four proportionally massive testes. The churning within them was visible to Kedikur and intimately close in feeling to Gale. Some finals to coloring and flesh were all that held back a deluge. This while her right eye was also quite close to fully grown. It's pulsing around was closer to her wits but paled in intensity to her legs. It just meant what was coming would be even grander. As Kedikur had likely planned.

Gale thought she could prepare herself for what was coming. No sooner than the flesh settled an aroused tingling spread up the length of either former leg, stiffening them from base to tip in mere seconds. A curl of intense pleasure rippled up Gale's spine so fiercely that it brought the one sticking from her eye from barely stiff to bubbling close to orgasm in seconds. Her brain was meanwhile practically short circuited from the rush. Incoherent words blended with moans either blissful or heated poured from her mouth, proving her preparedness woefully insufficient.

"Look at it go! And look at you go, Gale. Fulfilling all that potential I foresaw in you. I was a little miffed at first when you turned down my offer to save you at the low, low cost of my company for the day. But now, as I look at you becoming this wonder, I think I'm more glad you chose this path. It's brought us so much closer together than just chit-chatting ever could!" gushed the emotive felizard. She sighed reflectively. "You really meet the most interesting people at conventions. I think you'd agree."

Unable to do much more than moan, Gale could only listen. Her legs had taken on minds over their own and throbbed with a need like a stallion that caught the scent of a mare. It had them bubbling pre-cum soon enough after getting hard and not much foreplay was needed to get them raging for release. Gale's mind was focused on her lower half so much that it was a surprise when her right eye turned dabbled white pony penis gushed its first load. Doing so with such a force that it tugged Gale's head forward off her pillows, exciting the other five cocks on her head. Its seed squirted mostly to the side of the bed but a good deal also landed on her many breasts. Which were soon lubricated and prone to making squishing noises from then on.

"Look at you go. A real squirter you are, Gale. Suppose that means it's best I not stand in the firing line, eh?" giggled Kedikur before prancing off to the right and out of Gale's line of sight.

Losing track of the felizard was a problem for later because Gale was experiencing the first stages of the most potent orgasms yet. The testicles that had formed from her ass were the biggest balls on her body and would remain so even once all was said and done. No wonder then that Gale could feel them begin pumping out horse seed which flooded eventually into his shafts which were long enough for the woman to see the height of the precipice she was on. Just to plunge into as the right leg beat left by barely a second in unloading discharging his heavy loads. After that right or left didn't much matter since both were enough to submerge Gale into a deep, abiding euphoria born from bestial needs.

Time lost meaning for Gale as a double horse cock dopamine high with a side of pony climax dominated her existence. To her it felt like her legs could never run out of horse cum to ejaculate so it was five minutes or eternity to her for what was truly two minutes and forty seconds. Give or take. But in that span it was carnal heaven that, crudely wrought, thought it was Gale would have admitted never having felt something so good in all her left. And was quite certain never would again. That she looked how she did was terrible to her but she was starting to accept that fate Kedikur was always going on about.

When the fireworks finally died down with either cock flaccid and their heads hanging over the end of the bed still dripping. She had slipped down onto her back again without noticing it due to the powerful pull the legs had on her. Her view had ceased to matter during the orgasm and when she came to open her eye again her view was of the right side of her room from her lone left eye. This on account of her right eye's appendage weighing down that side of her head. There she saw where Kedikur had gone: behind the curtains with just her tail and the orb turned into a perfect replica of the felizard's black and turquoise eye sticking out for a view. The good feelings didn't stop as somewhere during all that her cunt had had a few orgasms too and was having another. Leaving her twitching, squeaking with occasional pleasure, and willing to just soak for a while.

Seeing Gale was empty for the time being, Kedikur stepped out from behind her shelter, unscathed. She looked proud of herself until her second step fell in a Gale-made wet spot. Annoying Kedikur but not enough to spoil her ribald mood. "That's the one thing I like about the prediction part of fortune telling at least. It's not sticky," she remarked as she reached a dry spot nearer to the side of the bed. "Guess that comes with the territory when dealing with such a fountain of perversion as you, Gale. To think you ran from this. Pleaded against this. Begged me to change my will. Not even done and you're learning a lesson about appearances being deceiving. Sure, you'll be the apotheosis of horse lust overtaking a woman's form, but what's so bad about that? Your appearance will mean nothing to you when you're complete. Sexual gratification through your many horse cocks will be all that matters in whatever becomes of your mind. That much wasn't in the fortune so we'll play it by ear. Get it? Because I've got big- never mind, your emotions aren't tuned to my fine humor currently. A loss but I won't take it personally, Gale. I promise."

There was something Gale wanted to say but getting the words out was held up by how drained she felt following two of the most powerful orgasms she thought possible. She knew she had to give herself a little time to recover given what happened but she was well aware the changes hadn't stopped when her legs finished. While not painful there were things happening to her left ear with sound there muffled and also her left hand. The latter detected when Gale couldn't move any of her numbed fingers. Wouldn't be long until the rest unfolded like was shown to the woman nearly twelve hours prior. Gale would have to hurry her recovery up if she just wanted to have some last words.

"I see it's your hand there that's coming over next. That's perfect. You can't quite see it from there, can you? Let me see if I can help with that," Kedikur told Gale, sounding more like a caring nurse. Large as she was, it was just a matter of picking the woman's lifeless left arm up by the wrist then rotating it until Gale could see the extent. "How's that? Good enough view would you say? Blink twice for yes and three for no. Can't use one blink since I don't know if you're just doing it normally, winking, or what."

Gale blinked twice then just stared at her greatly deformed hand which was far further along that she had realized. Thumb, index, and ring fingers were overstuffed, fleshy growths some seven to nine inches long with a strong equine resemblance already quite present in the shaft and tips. All but his pinky had lost their nails but the three largest also had the furthest developed glans and shape. No pissholes yet but Gale knew it was just a matter of time. Pinky shedding its nail was the only Gale witnessed as it and the middle finger became more equine-like too through pulses that smoothed away the joints and creases on her skin.

Beyond just the cocks there were their as expected accompanying testicles. They spawned from her palm, the back of her hand, the sides, and anywhere else they could in order to grow. Gale's flesh proved always ample and pliable to whatever new set of stallion equipment the magic wanted to craft. When Kedikur decided at last the sneak peak was over she placed the limb back gently where it was. Where its growth continued unabated.

"There's one sticking out from your ear now too so here's hoping it straightens your head out for you. That strain can't be good on your neck," Kedikur said gingerly as she backed away from the bed. "If you don't mind, I need to use your bathroom. Won't be more than a few minutes. You keep on changing, dear. You'll be fine," she assured. She walked around the bed and into the bathroom, her trailing tail set the ball on the bed as it passed. Then the bathroom door shut and locked.

Left there alone now it didn't make much sense for Gale to waste her last words so she kept gathering her strength. Hoping that her tongue would still work when Kedikur returned. Her view was still that of the right side of the room as horse genitalia newly sprouted from her right ear had balls that were progressing faster than the barely three inch penis. It wasn't a very special potential last view at first but she could see the time again. To her amazement it was very close to midnight. Only twelve minutes. Given what she remembered of Kedikur's prediction that final form was not far away but it seemed to her so much still to go. Noticing that her nose was now changing into a dick didn't change her feelings much either.

What did was her noticing the hotel's phone that was right next to the clock on the nightstand. Despite everything that had happened so far, the pleasure, and even her levels of acceptance, a part Gale still fundamentally felt a need to fight for her humanity. It spurred the unlikely idea that if she could just get to the phone that she could get the front desk to come up. Then maybe, a big maybe, Kedikur would poof everything away to save herself from being caught. And Gale would just have to deal with the mental scars. A far easier future to grasp than what lay before her now.

Luck was with her at least in that the phone was on the side with her still functioning hand. Not without some trouble Gale reached for the phone from where she was on the bed and didn't make close. With no legs or real core strength to summon it was mostly on her right arm to pull the woman nearer the bed. Her left hand was useless for that job but her arm was able to at least bend and push off at times to help out. It took the whole of time to midnight to have her sticky, dripping right hand pawing just shy of the phone. By then her head was tilting back to center and changing nose- whose testicles were growing above it rather than over her mouth- obstructing more of her view.

Gale managed her index finger on the receiver when the finger morphed rapidly into another horse cock and balls unlike any of her changes before. Making her instead knock the phone, clock, and the lamp on the nightstand while barely comprehending what happened. Soon the other fingers on the hand were no different with the changes causing a traffic jam of balls and scrotums looking for room. The left hand had all its changes finished too with Gale reeling from ten horse cocks coming online at the same time on her nervous system. Her short lived plan had backfired.

"Still have some fight in you even after all you've experienced? That's a shame but nothing that can't be handled. Not by you, obviously. You can't handle a thing with what's become of your hands. So leave it to me to squeeze out whatever made you think what you did was a good idea," Kedikur chastised with a wicked smile.

"Had to take... a chance. Shot my... shot, heh," Gale, smiling, said in a weak, nasally voice. "If you want to, to... take my arms too, it's... only, fair." The submission was Gale's white flag. She bore it with a smile, admitting it with the knowledge she'd get to drown any hard feelings in a sea of stallion orgasms.

The surrender didn't go unheeded. "Ah, that was all it took to snuff out the candle? And was that a suggestion? My dear Gale, how far you've come. I knew you'd make it. Let me help a lady out then," a coolly satisfied Kedikur granted.

Before Gale could thank Kedikur a further swell of magic overwhelmed her. Just as quickly as her fingers had lengthened both her arms shrunk away, leaving either hand now affixed to her shoulders while the mass of the forearm and bicep became yet another sensitive breast on her already overstuffed torso. The changes were limited to Gale's request; it seemed as soon the rest of her hair was falling out to make room for four new horse cocks that spawned between her brow and the others further back on her head. Another on her right cheek, from the underside of her chin, five on her neck, and last of all, her left eye. All became either a mottled equine cock or leathery scrotum and hefty balls with their full flowering coming all within a ninety seconds. Somewhere within the mess of horse sex organs was her only real remaining- and functioning- feature: her mouth.

"Mmnnngh... y-yes..." Gale gurgled. She was still trying to recover from all that growth but did notice something was off. Every penis that Kedikur had made longer since she finished off Gale's hands was fully grown but hadn't gotten hard yet. They were certainly sensitive enough but it was almost like they hadn't caught a mare's scent yet. "No... cum?" she had to ask.

Kedikur was back leaning over from the side of the bed to observe Gale in her advanced state of transmogrification. Something she did with clear pleasure. Especially when Gale's anemic words hit her receptive ears. "You're so precious, Gale. You want to know what all that feels like, don't you? Well, don't worry. I won't keep them waiting much longer. I simply wanted to give you one last chance to say your peace. I'm always curious what people do with them. How shall you spend them, Gale?"

The question gave Gale pause for a moment but didn't couldn't think of anything poetic so kept it simple. "Thank... you..." followed by "Myeh-nnghl... mrnnGHGhhHHHhhhh," as her tongue promptly swelled inside her mouth. She didn't try to keep it contained, letting it spill out of her blackening lips. Its tip already had the hallmarks of every other cock that had spawned on her so far. With a thick, vein engorged shaft becoming the last thing she tasted before her mouth merged with her lips, teeth and gums having melted away.

Gale's lips would become the dark fleshy hint of a sheath while her chin ballooned into a pair of testicles that dripped with the last drool from her mouth. This last cock had to make room for itself with the area crowded but as it proved to be the largest horse cock to adorn her face its prominence was quickly established. Taking thirty seconds, Gale's final change caused a ripple through her that dispelled any lingering soreness from her and alleviated such concerns as breathing, eating, and the rest. A mangled mass morphed by magic as it was, it functioned by new rules. Made by its mistress.

"You're quite welcome, Gale. I knew you'd come around in time. Being so polite won't go unrewarded either. I'll be sure to find a prominent place for you when all is said and done, dear. Before that, though, I believe you've earned the gift of a most gratuitous act of release. Let me just grab another drink before I get clear of your coming deluge," Kedikur announced while already pilfering the fridge. That done, the felizard got back behind the curtains where once she was safe the cracking open of the soda can could be clearly heard. "Okay, have a blast, dear!"

Moments later Gale could feel all over her cocks begin to stiffen up. This went for both newly grown ones and old with the massive legs joining in as well. It took seconds for each one to be as hard and erect as a monolith. Barely seven seconds later and a growing number of them were bubbling cum at their tips. For Gale it was a nigh overpowering dog-pile of horny horse cocks that now dominated her features. Their raging needs for release coalesced into a greater desire for the biggest of orgasms. Thoroughly aroused herself, Gale was fueling the flames by giving in completely- accepting in full what she was now. Letting her many stallion genitalia do what they needed to do while her mind and numerous tits were along for the ride.

Starting with squirting ropes from her right hand a cascade of orgasms spread over the once normal looking woman; dousing the entire room- the bed, the floor, the walls, the ceiling, the nightstand, the mini fridge, and drapes. Much also fell on her, making Gale further disappear into the depths of bestial wantonness. The loads from her legs were the biggest of course but the one that poured from what used to be her tongue was not far behind with its christening ejaculation. Gale would come to intimately know each and every one of the horse cocks on her by how they twitched and tugged when climaxing. A future she never saw for herself until Kedikur showed her.

It took a while for the orgasms to die down enough that Gale could think somewhat more clearly though she still hung in a daze. The world around her was gone- replaced by sensations deriving from within herself. Sounds were muffled, all she could taste and smell was herself, and sight was unnecessary. Still, Gale felt Kedikur's presence and would hear her voice clearly in her head forevermore.

Emerging from the curtains, Kedikur saw the mess and gave an impressed-sounding whistle. "My word, you're quite the mess maker, aren't you, dear? I hope you don't mind if I shuffle you off to your new home right away. Much as I enjoy your copious output, I never liked feeling sticky," admitted the felizard as she daintily made her way over to the bed. With a flash of beryl light from Kedikur's eyes the orb floated back between her horns where it shrank to the size of an orange. "You'll be safe where I'll put you. Forever and ever, with a lust you can never sate and orgasms that never cease. You're welcome, dear. You don't have to say it," Kedikur waved off in jest.

What amounted to a reply came from Gale in the form of wet squelching sounds from her breasts squishing together. Already she felt several of her previously spent penises were stirring to life for another round. It seemed the excitement would truly never end for Gale, meaning she left her old existence desiring less than this new, outlandish, carnal form.

Kedikur smirked at the cursed creation then in a burst of luminescent turquoise light spirited both away. Leaving the room to the person in housekeeping that had the bad luck to stumble into it. She now permanently resided with the same cursed orb that beheld her future. There she could feel the presence of others who, warped in their own ways, had also fallen prey to Kedikur's wiles and magic. Whoever they were, Gale would always feel, as the felizard had promised, that she was the special one held in prominence. With Kedikur never saying otherwise the thought kept the former woman in rapt excitement for her place in life beyond just the endless orgasm stallion orgasms- which she also adored completely.

'This was a fine fate,' Gale would often think.

At the convention the next day Kedikur was back amongst the crowds, prowling for more to bring into the fold. The special something that she saw in Gale's eyes was hiding in other's eyes too. Ensuring Gale would always have more company.