Tim the Enchanter 5

For Circe

Lane took a deep breath before she got out of her car. She�d been sitting there for nearly half an hour waiting for him and watching the rain stream down her windshield and distort the neon signs outside the nightclub. She�d been going over her notes, the pictures she�d taken, trying to collect her thoughts. Approaching this man wouldn�t be easy. There was no knowing what powers this tall man possessed beyond his ability to transform the poor girls all over Lane�s shadowy images. She was definitely scared. This could turn out very bad but the police were useless. They�d never believe her and even if they did she knew how inept they were. She�d have to do it herself and she didn�t really know how, but she was going to try. The families of the missing girls deserved to have someone try.

She stuffed a nice juicy picture (one of a fat blond girl with two rows of enormous breasts) up her skirt and ran across the soaked parking lot to the nightclub door. The bouncer looked her once over. She had her father�s mocha colored Hawaiian skin, black hair, and dark eyes but she was built like her mother; a skinny Irish immigrant. A little taller than most women and very slender, in her late 20�s, with almost no tits but a nice body and a sweet face, Lane had no trouble getting inside.

The club was loud and a lot of people were dancing. It was a good place to find unsuspecting girls, and tonight to find their abductor. She found the tall quiet man sitting at the bar, drink in hand. She hurried over to the stool next to him and pulling the picture from her skirt slapped the image on the counter in front of him.

�Hello Lane. Well aren�t you going to say something? I just said hi, its very rude not return the greeting.�

She finally managed to stammer, �ho�how do y..y..you know my name?�

�Oh I�ve known about you for some time now. You�ve been following me since the rabbit girls.�

� Their names are-�

�I know their names!� The fire in his eyes died, he took a sip of his drink and continued. �I don�t forget their names. But what�s important is what you�re here for tonight. Are you going to try and stop me, extort some of my pay, or do you want to be someone or something else like Pete did?�

�I�m here to give you a chance to change your ways before the whole world knows about you.�

�HA! You�re here, by yourself because no one�s going to believe you and trying to report a story like that would be the end of your budding career in journalism. But you think I�m some sort of monster that must be stopped so you�re here in a pathetic attempt to stop me. Oh that�s rich, he he.�

�Now look, I�m here because-�

His hand shot out and grabbed her around the neck, pulling her close to his face. He leaned in even closer and whispered in her ear, �you�re here because everything you�ve seen I�ve shown you, because everything you�ve heard I�ve told you, and because everything you�ve learned I�ve taught you, you�re here because I wanted you here. Now if you really want to know who I am and what I do then lets get in your car and go somewhere nice and quiet.�

He let go of her neck, finished his drink and got up from the bar. Lane sat there dazed. She felt stupid, and useless. Everything she had discovered about Tim had been handed to her. She felt humiliated and terrified but when he held out his arm, she reached out and took it and was led away from the music and the lights, back into the rain and then back to her apartment.

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Lane was still in shock. While one half of her mind asked questions, the other half was in a terrified frenzy. Would he do something to her? He couldn�t possibly let her go. Would he want something? Would he make her do something?

Tim had made himself comfortable, taking off his jacket and shoes and finding a soda in the fridge. Sitting at Lane�s kitchen table he sipped on his soda and answered questions.

The questions were obvious but still didn�t come easily to the mind. �How do you do it?�

�It�s a matter of will power. I just think about what I want to do. I picture it in my mind and it happens. The only trick is that I have to stimulate the skin somehow. I usually do it through touch but a shower works too.�

�How long have you been doing it?�

�A few years now. I�ve transformed 46 girls and 3 men.�

�Why?�

�Heh, because it has made me almost 4 million dollars.�

�No, I mean why didn�t you choose to help people? You could help people with birth defects, missing limbs, people who�ve been in accidents or are just plain unhappy with their bodies.�

�I thought about it for a while but you�ve got to realize that if I were to do that everybody would know about it and people would come from all over the world to study me. The government would probably see me as a threat and try to arrest me on some bogus charge. No, no thanks, I�ll have some fun and make my money in peace.�

�I-�

�No more questions.� He downed the rest of his coke and crushed the can in his hand. Standing up he moved slowly towards Lane, unbuttoning his dark green shirt. Lane�s mind was panicking. This was the moment of truth, whatever it was he wanted she would know soon. She wanted to run, she wanted to hit him with something, call 911 and tell the police he tried to rape her or something, but she couldn�t budge. It seemed that her body was no longer hers to command.

�You might be interested to know why you can�t move right now? Why you took my arm at the club even though you didn�t really want to?� Her eyebrows raised. �You see there�s something about me, an aura, a doctor might call it pheromones, that seems to be addictive for women. I can�t really explain it any better. All I know is that I can turn it on when I want to, and that I can aim it whomever I want and that it renders them totally powerless to resist me. In fact it�s so intoxicating that in an attempt to get more of my �aura� their bodies tell them that everything that�s happening is good.�

His shirt off, Tim pulled Lane close to him and placed his hand on her chest. She couldn�t take her eyes away from his even when her body went cold. She gasped for air and shivered in his strong grasp but warmth quickly returned to her, then grew. Soon her skin was burning up, sweat pouring out of her. She gasped again as her body heaved; still she stared into his eyes.

�Oh! OHHHH!� Was all she could say as her breasts started to swell. Finally she broke from his gaze and instead stared down at herself and the writhing force that was fighting within her body. Her breasts would swell and then shrink back, like some beast straining against its chains. Then suddenly the chains seemed to break because her chest exploded with flesh. Her dress tore away from her heaving frame. Her breaths came fast and short, terror flashed through her mind for an instant when her milky breasts burst forth but the fear was quickly replaced with pure sensual joy.

She looked back at Tim, a smile creeping across both their faces. She quickly embraced him pressing her ever growing assets against his own massive frame. The kissed long and wet while Tim carried her to the bedroom, clothes falling by the wayside and still she grew. Her breasts were the size of two giant melons but they still wouldn�t stop.

Falling onto the bedsheets, Tim dove his cock deep inside Lane and finally stopped her surging body. No bra would ever hold in her two watermelons, but it wasn�t like she cared. Somewhere inside her mind she knew what was happening, somewhere inside a voice was screaming for help. But that voice was being gagged because Lane only wanted to feel the same rush of energy she got when her breasts burst out of her body. Tim, always the obliging type, gave Lane her wish. Still pistoning in and out of her, he reached up and pulled hard on her ears. Lane laughed as they stretched long and erect, covered in soft gray hairs. Then Tim flipped her onto her warm, wet chest and slowly used his huge dick to drag Lane�s vagina up between her butt cheeks. She moaned when her womb slid through her flesh like a spoon through gravy.

She shuddered when he softly placed his hand on the back of her neck and slowly slid his fingers down her spine. She could feel something balling up beneath his hand and she held her breath in anticipation. At the base of her spine he stopped and drew his cock completely out of her. When he tried to go back in, it was though some barrier was stopping him. As the tip of his dick fought with the folds of her vagina, the ball of flesh fought with her skin. When Tim finally broke through, the ball did too and doubled her pleasure.

The flesh grew as long as Tim�s own shaft and would stop when he drew back. When he dove back in the fleshy shaft would grow again, and it always felt like he was thrusting into her in two places at once. After a few thrusts though the flesh stopped growing. A tuft of gray hair sprouted at its tip and Tim turned his attention elsewhere.

He folded Lane�s legs against her butt so that he could see her feet and still keep pumping in and out. He started by just gently massaging her toes. When the same familiar heat started to grow there Lane bit her lip and waited for whatever new wonders Tim would deliver to her. Suddenly her feet twisted violently in his hands. Lane screamed then sighed and smiled as Tim shaped her delicate toes into thick and hard things that were yet still somehow human. Her toes fused together and her ankles snapped into a new position, but to Lane, her feet still felt familiar, still somehow the ones she�d always known.

Tim wasn�t concerned with her feet anymore; he was slowly, softly rubbing her small tight ass. There too the heat started to build. Lane started to shout �yeah!� louder and louder as Tim rubbed harder and harder. Her skin fought long and hard against Tim but finally lost the battle to Lane�s delight and the same familiar, warm fatty flesh roared into her widening posterior. She shouted louder and louder, and all she could think of was �J-Lo, eat your heart out bitch!� When Tim laid on top of Lane he almost had to bend his body 90 degrees to get over her ass and close enough to whisper in her ear, �Lane baby, I need you to hold onto the bed posts for me.� Her hands obeyed his command before Lane could even tell them too. Nothing was happening but Lane went silent, anticipating what Tim might do next.

He put his hands on her hips and pressed down hard. His strength was incredible and Lane thought her bones would implode from the pressure. But when that same old heat flowed into her waist, she could feel the bones loosen a little. Tim kept pushing, even harder now, and Lane�s body was getting hotter than it ever had before. The sweat was dripping off her, and even her breasts started to leak. Then they began to pour milk down her belly and onto the bed sheets. They began to grow again, this time achingly from the fresh milk rushing in to replace the load was running out of her and painfully stretching her skin. She felt like an over-inflated balloon, but as long as Tim kept pumping in and out, everything would feel good.

Just when she thought her body wouldn�t be able to take anymore, something in her waist popped and pushed her huge round ass against Tim�s enormous dick. At the same time two large breasts burst off of Lane�s body just below the two basketball-sized jugs already hanging from her steaming chest. Lane could feel them there but looking down couldn�t see them until Tim started to pull on her hips again.

Tim was still holding her hips and was pulling on them now. At first nothing happened, and Lane�s mind was in a frenzy to understand what he was doing. When her body finally gave in to Tim�s urgent tugging Lane�s new breasts nearly doubled in size and together all four of her breasts sent milk exploding against the wall and covering Lane and Tim in a thick warm film. Tim kept pulling and Lane could feel her body separating from itself. Some of her organs, specifically her womb was being pulled along with her ass. It felt like her body was some sort of glove. With each tug, milk would shoot from her swollen nipples and even more milk would rush in to fill her tired breasts. Lane�s lower body still incredibly hot, her thighs now formed a Y shape, and Lane could feel air flowing through the gap. When Tim pulled on her again, the gap slid painfully down to her knees. With every tug, her spine would make cracking sounds. Little did she know that each crack was a new vertebra.

Tim ran his fingers over Lane�s stretching body to cover it in soft gray fur. The tingling sensation from the tiny hairs fighting their way to the surface made Lane suddenly aware of the changes in her body. The way her spine suddenly bent where her butt used to be. The second torso that was growing out of her hips. The second set of legs. She knew what Tim was turning her into but she couldn�t find the name for it. Tim pulled on her again, cracking her spine and sending more milk spraying against the walls. In the heated frenzy of sexual energy and confusing sensations, Lane�s mind found the word for it.

�A Centaur.� She whispered.

�Yes you are my dear, but not quite in the traditional sense.�

Lane remembered the large mirror on her wall and looking to her left, she could see her reshaping body in all its glory. Her four enormous breasts, the long gray tail curled around her big, gorgeous ass. The long pointy ears sticking out sideways from her head. Then her legs. She had four powerful thighs but still just two calves. And lastly her feet. They seemed normal except that where her toes used to be there were thick cream colored hooves.

�I�m a donkey.� She thought to herself. She was starting to breathe harder and faster, like a woman in labor. Tim pulled on her again and separated her new legs from the old ones down to the ankles. She could feel her hind legs, resting heavily on her forelegs. Then Tim grabbed her calves and yanked hard, finally separating all four of her legs. Lane didn�t know which sensation was racking her body more. Her new set of legs or the new set of breasts that were growing with every pull and tug to almost match their predecessors in size.

�Almost done my dear,� said Tim, and he pulled out completely. Again when he tried to go back in there seemed to be something stopping him. His dick was huge and hard and he started thrusting hard at Lane trying to penetrate her body once more. The space between Lane�s hind legs was getting hot and she could feel something writhing underneath the skin but still Tim couldn�t get back inside her.

He finally reached a hand down between her thighs and laid his large palm on the hot spot. This time he tried to go in slowly and met with success. As the warm tip of his shaft pierced the wet folds of Lane�s body, the spot between her thighs swelled to fill Tim�s hand. As he went deeper into her the swelling flesh became oblong and Tim started to massage it.

Lane started to pant, heaving her chest in and out and squirting milk from her aching teats. Tim kept coming in further and further, further than seemed natural or possible, and still the fleshy shaft in his hand grew. Lane bit her lip, her frantic breaths hissing through her teeth. Finally Tim stopped and after hesitating there for a moment, shuddered and released his hot wet seal of approval into Lane�s swirling body.

Patting Lane on her soft round flanks he slid slowly out and started to clean up the room. Perhaps it was a mistake to come to her place. If someone filed a missing persons report, the police would search Lane�s apartment. The milk and sweat would be too hard to get rid of entirely. Tim wasn�t too worried though. He knew he�d never be caught, somehow he always knew.

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When Tim�s seed splashed against the walls of her body, Lane gagged on her breath for a moment. Still not totally sure what had happened to her she passed out on the bed. When she awoke she found herself in a strange place and with a headache and a heavy belly. One of the walls was a full mirror and standing up slowly, Lane went to it to inspect herself.

Her second set of breasts were enormous two though not quite so large as her first ones. Her legs were rounder and stronger than they had been before and her ass was absolutely gigantic. She guessed it was close to three feet across. Her �donkey� torso was much wider and rounder than her human one and a large round bulge between her legs told Lane what was kicking inside her womb.

What fascinated her most was the long shaft hanging from her body. Looking closely at it in the mirror she was stunned to realize it was big dick, a donkey�s in fact. And she was somehow pleasantly surprised to see that while she had slept, Tim had given her her normal womb back. Between her forelegs was a normal human vagina and her soft human belly was also conspicuously round. What she would be giving birth to and when was an exciting mystery to her. One she wouldn�t wait long for an answer to.