I'm going to separate from my magician stories for a little while, I'm afraid. I'll continue that last one later. I feel a bit worn out from the restrictions that I placed on myself and have decided to place the stories in my talking game world. While the name sounds cheesy, well, it is, but that's not the point. This world is great in that it offers grand magical diversity and play balance, which as a reader, you really shouldn't care about. After all, it's a role-playing game world. The important thing, though, is that it's a rich world with a defined magical system, something else that I'm not getting into, since it would take longer to write about than this story would.
Martial law in Daris Kingdom did not last very long, however, as even the army became demoralized enough to disband, unit by unit. Two months after it was instated, only the capital was left under control. Those unaffected by the initial shock of people changing were becoming worried about agriculture, because many were not tending the fields out of fear. In the meantime, astrologers were proclaiming that even the land and weather were to be affected by the curse, even though no one knew what the curse was all about.
Then, everyone noticed the trees growing. They were small trees, seemingly of no value. After all, they were mearly saplings. By the time that it was four months after the initiation of martial law, the kingdom completely collapsed, and the food stores were beginning to show signs of strain. Winters in Daris were not harsh. They were really pretty mild, but still, no food was grown in the winter, since no one knew of any crop that would grow.
The magicians were busy trying to figure out what was going on. They, however, could only determine a few things aside from the obvious. First, there were trace amounts of synthetic magic, meaning that some magician somewhere caused the curse. They also discovered that the precise magic stopping them from curing and preventing the problems either originated from someone sent by the gods or a psienciest. The former was unlikely, and the latter was very bad. Psienciests are the most powerful of all magicians, having mastered all of the knowledge of synthetic magic. They have access to natural magic, divine magic, and even antimagic. Normal magicians wouldn't be able to stand up to it.
As people observed all of the symptoms of the curse, they began to catalogue them. Those inflicted were first exposed to a mysterious gas. Men were changed into women, and women grew larger breasts. Once a woman was exposed, she wouldn't be affected again. When a man was changed into a woman, he could be exposed one more time, enlarging his breasts. All those afflicted would feel sick from time to time, and they would remain feeling sick until they would have sexual relations with someone. Masturbation didn't help very much at all. One other curious thing occurred, though. All exposed became youthful if they already weren't. Children seemed unaffected as well.
By the time it was six months after martial law was declared, only a tenth of the population remained male. They hid in houses, afraid of what may happen. That didn't help much, though, as more and more frequently, larger and larger clouds of the dreaded mist would creep into a town or village and do large amounts of damage. The trees still grew, seemingly at a greater rate than most trees. The astrologers proclaimed that soon the next wave of weirdness would arrive. The people were feeling very afraid.
Toklar was one of the few remaining men of his town. He had a beautiful wife. She had been exposed to the curse, so he tended to get laid very often. He didn't complain about that, but he did complain about how he kept being propositioned by women, many of which were old male friends of his, to have sex. He talked to his wife a lot about this, since it worried him. She said that while she understood their reasons, she just didn't want him to go through with anything like that. Truth be told, he really didn't want to do that anyway. You see, Toklar was a man of wisdom. He knew the gods. He prayed to the good gods for support, but his prayers would never get through. He knew that whoever was responsible for the curse was a very powerful person. He wanted a piece of him.
One day, he and his wife were working in the garden when they heard shouting. Bells sounded, signaling a mist storm. Toklar jumped to his feet as his wife cleared the way to the cellar. They darted down into it and shut the door. Lighting a lamp, Toklar said, "You know that I won't evade this every time. Sooner or later all will be affected. The gods don't know about all of this. We will all be affected. It is only a matter of time."
"Your right," she replied, "but I don't want you to. I want you to be a man for as long as you can. In the meantime, I'm feeling ill. Hold me."
"Yes, Yisir." He wrapped his arms around her, and she took great comfort in him. Even though they had sex to minimize the effects of the illness, they were enjoying it much more, especially Yisir. They continued to hold and caress each other as the room began to fill with the mist. Up to this point, the mist tended to avoid the cellar, but now, apparently, it hit this time. The dosage was high enough for Toklar's five minute transformation. While Yisir was sickened by it, she needed to repress her suffering, so she kept holding and kissing Toklar.
After a long session of sex, both collapsed onto each other, crying. Both knew that their difficulties were only beginning. The sickness was rarely experienced by any given couple at the same time, so they would have to treat each other at a double rate. It sickened and depressed them both. Then, with a grand revelation, Toklar had an idea.
"We've been worshiping our gods too much!" he exclaimed. "If we are to get through to them, we must stop worshiping them."
"What?"
"Yes, you realize that the gods seek our worship, because it gives them strength. Well, if we don't worship them, they will wonder where their strength went. There is a chance then that we will cause them to look into our difficulties."
"You're insane. When the gods realize that we haven't been worshiping, we will be punished!"
"Alas, my dear, you're right. I will have to rethink this, but maybe I can come up with a better plan. Now, though, I'm afraid that I'm feeling sick. I hate to ask this dear, but..."
They had been the best of friends since an early age. Terra was a short girl with a rather heavy, but not fat, build. She was a sort of Tomboy, always being interested in games that boys play. By the time that she was sixteen, the traditional age of marriage, she decided that she had no desire to do so. Instead, she wanted to be an adventurer, fighting evil at every corner. The changes that childbirth would give her would probably have halted that thought, so she had been hounded for two years about getting married.
Things were different now, though. She was coming to the realization that she may never marry, even if she wanted to. It was painful for her. She had always wanted a man. She just didn't want what came along. That was why she was walking with Genon. He was one of the few men left in the capital. He had been offered sex a number of times in the last few months, but he always turned it down, wanting to wait for true love, even if that meant he would have to succumb to the mist before ever having sex. That bothered him some, but he was determined not to give in.
"Okay, Genon, do you know why I brought you brought you out here?"
"Well, I was hoping that you just wanted to talk, but from what your gate showed and your face showed, I fear that I am in despair."
"Why do you have to make me feel guilty?" she asked, a tear dropping from her cheek.
"I don't mean you to feel that way. I'm just stressing that I'm not interested, that's all. I still wouldn't mind talking, though, if you want to do that."
"Look, I'm lonely in this world of women. I don't know what to do. I watch those who have caught the curse, and I feel afraid! I don't want to do that with another woman. It doesn't seem right. I want to know what it's like to make love to a man. Just once, I want to feel it. I'm not just trying to get off! I don't even think that it would be for only the sex. The fact is that I think that I've fallen in love with you, Genon. I want you. You know that you probably don't have long until your a woman. I don't have long until I have to make out with a woman. That scares me. That's why I want you."
He looked into her eyes for a minute, thinking. Then he said, "You've always been a dear friend. When I've been in trouble, you've come to my aid. I would give my life for you, just as a friend. I really don't know what to think about all of this, though."
"I'd just as quickly give my life for you, but I also want something from you. I don't demand it, but I plead for it. Please, make love to me. I love you, I promise. I'm not just trying to get something out of you."
"I believe you, but I'm torn. I want to please you, and I know that I would enjoy it, but I also want to keep myself, since I don't know what may come in the future."
"You're not sure. I am." Terra was sobbing at this point. This whole thing meant a lot to her. She was even wanting a child. She wanted love. She wanted comfort.
"I see your point. I... I... I just don't know. Why don't you ask me tomorrow?"
"Because tomorrow, I won't be able to get pregnant."
"What! Now you want me to give you a child!"
"Yes, I may never get another chance!"
He paused. Having children and having sex were two completely different things. To him, giving her a child would be a great honor, and he would be glad to. He didn't want a child to grow up in a world without men, though. He looked into her eyes again as she moved in closer. He knew that she wanted it, and his mind was beginning to be fogged by emotion. As she caressed his hand, he gave in. He kissed her, gently on the cheek. They rolled on the grass by the stream and slowly disrobed each other as they fondled each other.
Little did they know that a the largest mist was descending on the capital. Soon, he would be the only man left in the land.
They continued, until finally, he penetrated her virgin vagina, and they had wild and passionate sex that lasted about five minutes. Realizing that they were too quick, they lay beside each other, waiting for a second round. She didn't orgasm, and that bothered Genon. He wanted her to orgasm very badly. After about an hour, they tried again, this time getting her to orgasm. By that time, they saw the mist hovering over the capital. It was thick, and it was approaching.
"We can't outrun it," Genon said. "Nobody has ever done that. Quickly, lets do it one more time before it's too late." She pounced on him, and they tried to beat the mist, but it was in vain. Shortly after penetration, the mist caught them.
Terra screamed in frustration as Genon's penis slowly shrank. She tried fondling it as it slowly disappeared, but it was too painful to her to see his manhood disappear. Genon just moaned, not knowing what to think. He watched as both of them changed. It was quite amazing, but it was also disturbing. They both knew that there would be no end in sight. They both knew what the astrologers had to say, and so far, the astrologers had been right, except for the bit about more to come, that is unless it just hadn't arrived yet.
Just then, a strange beast emerged from the woods. I looked like an elephant except for its head. It seemed to have no mouth. It had five tentacles coming from its face, though, and it looked pissed or hungry or both. The two women got up to run away, but they were quickly snatched by tentacles. The beast seemed to be making strange, deep grunting noises as it drew them into its face. Both yelled and scream but to no avail. Two of the tentacles, both different from the others reached out at them. They both attacked Genon simultaneously at first, one shooting down his (for now on to be referenced as her) mouth, and the other snakeing into her pussy. She shuddered for a moment before being dropped to the ground. The same thing happened to Terra. The beast made some strange noises, then darted into the woods.
Both women slowly got to their feet and looked at each other. The only noticeable difference at first was that their vaginas were much bigger. Every part was much exaggerated. Then, when Terra tried to speak, her tongue slipped from her mouth. It was a good five inches long from her lips. She tried to say what she was going to say, but it was very obviously hard to speak. "Oh, Whath awe we thoo thoo."
"Huh?" Genon replied. She repeated herself a few times, and all she could answer was, "Go phack thoo thowm." Of course she also had to say it a few times before they were able to communicate. They didn't leave immediately, though. Terra wrapped her arms around Genon, sobbing in tears. Genon tried to comfort her, but she realized that she had probably gone through more than Terra. Eventually both were crying. Then both realized that they were feeling a little ill. They looked at each other strangely, both knowing what was going to happen next. Genon kind of wanted it, since she didn't mind making love to women, but Terra was not excited about it.
They reluctantly began to fondle each other, lightly caressing each other's faces and necks. Genon then licked her long tongue along Terra's neck and into her ear, causing her to squeal in delight. The strange tongue continued to actually stimulate Terra, getting her past just the want to get rid of the sick feeling. They continued, slowly exploring what they had become capable of. Eventually, Genon was sticking her tongue deep into Terra's pussy. She reeled in pleasure, eventually having a massive orgasm that sent her bucking wildly. To make up for it all, she pleasured Genon in return, causing her to do the same, only greater, since she didn't know how it felt before hand.
Toklar looked at his all female congregation. "No, we will not betray our gods. Instead, we will have to vanquish those who worship the evil gods. There will be no complaints about all of us being women. They are, too. If we accomplish this, the good and neutral gods will come to our aid and rid us of this most vile of pestilences. For now, we must prepare. We must unite. Let us kill all of those who are evil. That will make us well."
The crowd cheered. Just then, though, a beast just like the beast that Genon and Terra encountered entered the room. Many fell victim to it. Eventually, it felt "full" and left, but everyone saw that the astrologers were correct. Things were going to get much worse before they were to get better.