New Found Fidelity
#17 of New Found Form
New Found Fidelity
By Von Krieger
Trish smiled to herself as she was gently pulled from her slumber by the presence of her husband slipping into bed, Owen often worked late and she didn't mind waking up for a little bit of cuddling.
"Something weird happened at work today." He said, quiet, his voice sounding a little odd.
"Weird in a good way or a bad way?" Trish asked, scooting back to press against him.
"I... I'm not really sure yet. But um... I think I need to apologize to you for this." Owen said softly, Trish able to hear the blush in her husband's voice.
"Nonsense, unless you suddenly jumped your cute boss's bones in the conference room in front of everyone, I don't think you have anything to feel sorry for." Trish said with a chuckle, "So what happened?"
"Umm... well... I kind of jumped my cute boss' bones in the conference room in front of everyone." Owen said sheepishly, "And I've been really horny ever since."
Trish giggled as she felt her husband's erection pressing against her through her nightgown, "Honey, I've told you before, thinking about it doesn't qualify as cheating. Everyone has their little... ooh, or not so little fantasies."
She tugged up her nightgown, rubbing her rear against her husband's arousal, "Oh I think I must be dreaming, you're huge, honey."
"Y-yeah, dreaming..." Owen said softly, "Things ought to be alright in a minute..."
Owen's hands caressed Trish's thighs, they felt strange, larger than her husband's hands were supposed to be, but also more delicate and soft, and oddly smooth. They slipped up beneath Trish's nightgown as Owen entered her, his cock just as huge as Trish had felt.
She cried out with bliss, he filled her just perfectly, his girth stretching her just wide enough to avoid discomfort, though that came when a second thrust opened her cervix wide.
"Ow, honey that's a little too..." Trish shivered, her discomfort forgotten as he husband's mammoth member erupted in her, the thick fluid seeming to seep into her womb and sex, loosening it up, making the discomfort vanish.
"Wow, you're on a hair trigger tonight, honey!" Trish giggled, her husband continuing to thrust into her, his pace quickening, seemingly more eager now that he was sure he wouldn't hurt her.
"That ah... wasn't my climax," Owen admitted sheepishly, his strange, slippery, but dry hands gripping his wife's breasts, gently running his thumbs over her nipples in the way that he knew drove her crazy. There was something between his fingers, even more soft and smooth than his strange skin; it made Trish moan when her nipples rubbed against it.
"Mmm... are those gloves you're wearing in this dream?" Trish asked, "They feel great."
"More than gloves," Owen said, removing his wife's nightgown, allowing her bare skin to press against his own, the same silky softness upon his hands.
"I wonder what I ate," Trish mused, "Because if it can make me dream like this, you can bet I'll be having it every night."
Owen didn't reply, he merely ran one hand down Trish's belly, beginning to stroke her clitty, surprising Trish, who moaned loudly and ground herself as best she could against his hand. "Oooh, now I know I'm dreaming."
"I've kind of gotten a crash course in what makes a women feel good." Owen admitted as Trish scooted back against him.
Something curled around her breast like a snake; long, muscular, sinuous, and agile, it had the same strange soft skin as the rest of her husband. "Oooh, what's this?" Trish giggled, "I like it! Mmm... able to rub and caress me in all my needful places. They should make this standard on all men." Trish suddenly found her head between two large, soft objects, softer and squishier than anything else upon her husband's solid, muscular body, but still wonderfully smooth and slippery feeling. "O-Owen, do you have... breasts?" Trish asked, realizing that her husband had become a bit feminized, the alterations to the hands, the more lithe feeling of his body, and of course the increased knowledge of where to caress the female anatomy.
"Y-yeah..." her husband said; the embarrassment rampant in his softer, more girlish voice.
"What a weird dream." Trish said with a chuckle that turned into a moan as her pleasure passed a strange threshold, where conversation became far less important and all that mattered was reaching her sweet, delicious climax. Owen had joked that once Trish reached this point, her mother and a film crew from the local news could barge in and she wouldn't care.
Even in her dream nothing changed as she began to hold her breath, getting it in rhythm with her gentle bucks and her husband's powerful thrusts. The bed was absolutely saturated with the sheer amount of Owen's precum that had leaked from Trish. She panted and made soft, bestial growls. She knew she was well on her way to having the most intense climax of her life.
And then there it was, white hot, beautiful, powerful, incredible surging through her sex, radiating throughout the nerves of her body, then returning to its origin. The wondrous sensation was new to her, she'd never heard of anything like that she'd just experienced. It left her breathless, sore, aching, and yet still craving more.
Owen hugged her against him, no longer thrusting into her. Trish hadn't noticed that he'd climaxed from the sheer amount of precum that had been inside her. It was then she recalled her past erotic dreams, the wetness of her climax always woke her up, and she never felt out of breath in her dreams.
"Mmm... there shouldn't be any need to worry, Trisha," Owen said, somehow licking his wife's ear with his head a foot or two above her own, "You should start to change any time now, so you'll be like me."
Owen withdrew from Trish and flipped the bedside lamp on. He was not what you could call a he anymore, not with those wide, curvy hips, large, luscious breasts, and lithe, yet wonderfully curvy frame. Aspects of her musculature hinted at her formed manhood, as did the foot and a half long member between her legs.
She stood just shy of seven and a half feet, tall; her long bright blue hair brushing against the ceiling. Her skin was smooth and shiny, like that of an amphibian, a grey-blue in color with a few stripes that were almost neon. Webbing filled the spaces between her elongated fingers and toes, and a small tail with a tiny blue tuft jutted from her spine.
The serpentine appendage that had coiled around Trish's breast has an elephantine trunk that hung down over Owen's wide, froggy muzzle, her eyes enlarged as well, moved slightly upward. Her entire head was framed by a pair of large, fan-like ears. Most of her body seemed to be half-altered into that of a frog, while a few key elephantine traits remained.
"I... I think there was something in the morning donuts at work. People started changing into half-animals, and they were.... well... really horny and started assaulting their coworkers, and soon it stopped being assault and the people that were victims were enjoying it and turning into half-animals themselves and spreading it along." Owen explained, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of blue.
"My boss turned into a frog and bent me over the conference table, and Alica from accounting grew a cock, turned into an elephant, and masturbated onto me with her trunk. And it felt so... fun. I couldn't help but go around with all the others that were changed, having my way with my coworkers as they changed into animal people too."
"Some government people locked down the building, but all the amphibians managed to get out through the storm sewer access in the basement and swim out from the river." Owen explained, sitting down on the bed next to Trish.
"I... I'm sorry but I... I couldn't bear to think of being apart from you, being different. Risking that someone might get to you first and make you into a bug or a slug or something."
Owen licked her lips, "Though actually I don't think a big, slimy slug would be all that bad for you. I hope you're not mad?"
Trish smiled, managing to overcome her awe and bafflement, despite the strange new form her husband had, he... she was still Owen deep down inside. Trish hugged her hermified husband, resting her head upon the frogaphant's large breasts. "Owen, if you felt anywhere near half as horny as I did right now, I don't blame you one bit."
She ran her tongue over one of her husband's lush breasts, "So, how long is this supposed to take before it starts working?" she asked, looking down at herself.
"It ought to have started by now." Owen said, looking down at her wife's form, checking for the slightest change or discoloration, "I started changing with just the precum, though once the main event hit it accelerated rapidly. You're sure you don't feel anything?"
Trish shrugged, "Other than feeling really randy and more than a little bit slutty? Nope, nothing at all. Maybe I need more?"
Her tongue trailed downward, her lips encircling her husband's cock, "Well, mmm... I suppose we can try..."
-o-
Shadow stepped from the darkness, her tail swung from side to side behind her with amusement. It wasn't the first time she'd had to come and done something like this, but it was the first time in these circumstances. It amused her greatly to think that she was performing a sort of public service.
But it was something that she understood, two individuals deeply in love wanting to remain a couple in body and in spirit. Owen's transformation was rather unique in that it was not an infusion of a single animal's DNA, nor was it even the merge of two creatures. Instead it was a delicate mix with one creature being the primary and one creature lending only a few minor traits to the transformed's new form.
Truth be told Shadow was kind of looking forward to it; she had spent a few days creating strange creatures and hybrids of her own when all this first started. But as time went on she was seeing more and more circumstances, fate, chance, and pure luck or unluck had created far more interesting hybrids then Shadow's imagination could.
For example she didn't think that a mix of frog and elephant would ever have existed in mythology. Most certainly ancient humans imagined strange beasts as they saw unfamiliar creatures from a distance. But Shadow could not think of any sort of creature in the real world combined the elements that Owen had.
She could see why it would be so difficult to alter the hybrid's wife to match her husband when the new herm could not do so on her own. And even if the couple sought out the two transformed that had altered Owen, the odds were infinitesimal that the result would be a similar form for Trish.
The panthress walked through the house finding her way to the couple's bedroom. A small grin spread across her face as she heard sounds from within. She opened the door and slipped inside her smile widening at the sight of the couple in bed. It seemed that Trish had gotten a few ideas, and was now seeing to her husband's pleasure with the aid of a few toys purchased from a local sex boutique.
Though Trish did not possess the proper equipment herself, she made up for it with a rather hefty strap-on the apparently was giving both of them pleasure. She saw no need to interrupt their fun, nor did she feel that the best course of action would be to interject herself into the encounter.
She merely raised her hand and pointed at the larger of the two, concentrating and focusing her power. With a gentle surge of heat through her body the panthress's power spilled forth, going to work upon the frog-elephant's inner being.
Owen threw back her head cried out with delight as her body was filled with new sensations. The erotic feelings that spread through her body increased in vibrancy and power, she began to pant and clutch the bed covers as her wife pounded into her with the dildo.
"O-oh Trish!" Owen cried, "What ever you're doing, keep it up that feels great!"
The frog-elephant was on all fours atop the bed, her body bucking and surging with the intense pleasures she felt. She felt the heat and pressure rising within her just waiting to escape. She felt a new desire forming within her accompanying the faint twitches of an additional pleasurable pressure that she had not felt before.
The hybrid rolled over and clutched Trish in her arms holding her close, caressing the human's hair with her trunk. Trish giggled, "So you want to play a little less submissive, do you?" She said with a grin.
Owen could not answer, merely moaning in response to her wife's question. Trish took it as an invitation to tease and toy with her husband's plentiful member, sandwiching it between her breasts and running her tongue over the gray-blue head.
"Mmm, I rather like the new you, Owen." Trish said.
"N-n-nurgh, I think that a more feminine name would be suiting, maybe?" The hybrid suggested, somehow able to marshal her voice.
Trish thought for a moment and grinned, "How about Gwen?" She suggested.
The mention of that name made the herm shiver with delight, her body tingling as if it found that name to be some sort of magical word that brought her pleasure. "Gwen it is." The newly renamed hybrid said with a small moan.
The vocalization of her new name pushed Gwen of the edge, her body tensing as she erupted, virtually coating the human's front with her seed and climactic juices. Trish gasped as the goo began to seep into her skin, staining it a light green in some places and pale yellow in others.
She moaned as her body began to change, her hair becoming a deep shade of emerald and her skin becoming the sleek and slick is one of an amphibian. She could also feel herself growing, not merely in stature but in strength and endowment, her muscle tone altering, becoming more masculine. The focus of the muscular growth at first seemed to be on her hips and rump; thighs, glutes, and hips all growing larger and more rounded as the frog influence as well as the enhanced sexual characteristics from the strange transformation began to take place.
Her legs popped, making Trish gasp as it felt like someone was working out eternally persistent knots and cramps within them, forming them into a shape that seemed like they were always meant to be. Her toes lengthened and widened flattening out as webbing appeared between the toes, becoming more of a frog's flippers than human feet.
Trish giggled as she felt a tickle at the base of her spine, her new tail snaking out from above her rear. She looked over at her new tail, experimentally twitching it and moving it from side to side.
The changes seemed to flow up her body, enhancing her muscles and expanding her breasts that matched her husband's own proportions. Trish moaned and cupped her expanding bosom with her newly webbed hands, rubbing her husband's slick splooge over them, helping to spread the transformative fluid to places it had not yet reached.
She leaned down, lifting up her husband's trunk so that she could kiss the larger hybrid upon her lips. Gwen wrapped her arms around her wife, accepting the kiss and returning it with loving and needful devotion. The herm's saliva seemed to further the change as well. Trish's face began to push forward reshaping to match the features of the hybrid. Gwen stroked the former human's ears as they grew spread out, becoming the large, proud fans she also sported.
She curled her trunk around Trish's head, and found that the appendage was becoming increasingly entwined with Trish's own. The new hybrid moaned softly delighting in the new sensations that filled her.
"I didn't think it would feel quite like this, I thought it would feel good and powerful but nowhere near as intense... or as right."
Gwen chuckled and reached down, unbuckling the straps that held the dildo in place. The L-shaped rubber toy was held fast by the strong, tight muscles of Trish's femsex, it made loud squelches and Trish made louder cries of pleasure as Gwen worked it out of her.
The gray-blue hybrid plastic toy aside, replacing it with her fingers; Trish clung to her husband bucking against her hand and pleasure as the transformation that swept over her body narrow to a single point within her loins. Gwen's thumb began to trace over her rapidly swelling clitty as the transformation began to complete, granting Trish what she desired; to be the ideal companion and partner to her husband.
The green-yellow herm-to-be let out a cry as her new member surged forth; it was as if the rod of flesh had been trapped within her and now could finally spring forth as it always should have been able to. It wasn't so much a transformation and elongation of her clitoris; it felt more like something was pushing through it and becoming one with it at the same time.
Gwen wrapped her fingers around the new length guiding it into her needful sex, "Mmm, apparently that Shadow person from the Internet can work long-distance." She said with a smile.
Trish could only pant and nod her head in agreement, overwhelmed with the sensations of her transformed body.
"You can see why it's so hard to resist transforming others, or at least forcing yourself upon them. But we won't have to worry about that," Gwen said, gasping as Trish hilted her new two foot long length within her, "Since I've been wanting to be filled by you since the moment I changed."
Trish let out a playful growl and shoved Gwen back down onto the bed, "oh I'm going to fill you all right," she said with a wicked grin, "by the time I'm done with you you're going to look like a big blue balloon."
"You know," Gwen said "That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I think we should get started immediately." The larger hybrid said, her trunk entwining with her wife's, coaxing her down into a lustful kiss.
-o-
"Balloon animals," Shadow said, hmming to herself, "that might be something to look into."
The panthress slipped away into the shadows once more, idly stroking her erection. Perhaps she could find a willing and eager human partner nearby to bring into the fold? She licked her lips and grinned.
Maybe more than one.