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.
As time progressed, the variety of women in Daris greatly increased. Also, though, men were re-appearing in that boys were reaching puberty. They seemed unaffected by all that had occurred, which was not a convenience of the women who reached this stage. Apparently, though, the person in charge was soon to put a stop to this.
Haglo was one of these young men. He was sitting in his room thinking about how was starting to relish the thought of, well, boning a woman. He knew that he could easily arrange that, but there was something stopping him. He was quite afraid of it. He didn't know what may happen to him. Then, as he was pondering these things, a woman appeared in his room. She was barely clad at all, but her body looked quite normal.
"Strip," she commanded. He looked at her stupidly. She repeated herself several times, until he realized that she was a bad-ass and did so. "Very good. Now do you know what this is here?" she asked gripping his penis.
"Yes."
"Good. You realize that these are very rare these days," she said as she let go.
"Yeah."
"Well, I'd like to keep it that way, but I won't force you like I did the others. I'll just make your life a little difficult. For starters, you must keep it exposed at all times. When it's not, you'd better be sleeping, and the only thing keeping it that way is a blanket. Otherwise, it will itch terribly."
He looked at her stupidly.
"That's not all. I'm going to grow it up past puberty so that you'll have the staying power." With that, it expanded in size and darkened a little. "When it is erect, and you are propositioned by a woman, you must accept unless you want the itching to hit you. Keep in mind, though that if you do have sex, you have a good chance of suffering a consequence, as well as the woman. If you warn her, though, bad things will happen."
This was in his eyes quite bittersweet. Her looked at her, and said, "This is most cruel. Who are you?"
"I'm the cause of all of this. That is not of your concern, however. Finally, I will give you a way out. If you drink this vial, you will become woman forever. I don't think that your balls are big enough to avoid it, though." With that, she disappeared.
He looked down at himself and then at the vial. The time of his suffering would finally begin. He didn't know how he would handle it, but he knew that he would have to go out into the world soon. After all, the townsfolk had been relying on him to gather things from the outside world, since the pussyphants left him alone. Well, he thought to himself, he may well go out and have some fun.
The young man gathered his clothing but did not put it on. Rather, he carefully cut holes in the crotches of all of his clothing. Then, he went out into the streets. He first directed himself toward one of his friend's houses. She had recently been affected by it all and didn't look her age anymore, but he knew that she would understand his position. They had been friends for a while anyway, even after she had transformed. He walked up to the door and knocked. She opened it.
"Hello, Haglo. Why... uh... do you have your dick hanging out?"
He proceded to tell her everything. He was allowed, because he was keeping from becoming erect. "Now, I'm afraid that you're just going to have to put up with its exposure."
She looked at him for a little. "You mean that for once, I can make love to a man?" she asked.
He was stunned. He didn't go to her house for that, but the idea was becoming a little better as he thought about it. He realized that she was going to have control shortly if he didn't watch out.
"Well, you're not erect, but I think that I can arrange that." She started to dance a little, blocking his futile attempt at an exit. Her body had become an orange color. She was always covered in an oily substance, and she could feel some pleasure from being touched anywhere. When she slid against someone, it would be quite great for the other person as well as herself. Unfortunately, she had lost all of her hair, even that atop her head. She made sure that her hands were significantly lubricated and slid one over Haglo's penis, which was expectedly getting harder and harder.
"I... I don't want to do this just now. I guess I'll have to if you want me to, but I'm not ready for this... I just came over, because I wanted to talk. That's all." He looked into her eyes, and he saw guilt.
She said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I still want you. Why can't we do it? I mean, you're going to do it anyway eventually. Why can't your first be someone that you know and love?" She had backed away. She realized that she didn't want to force it on him. Haglo was unsure of this logic, but he had to admit to himself that it did have its appeal.
"I..." He stopped short. He really didn't know what to say. "Let's just hug," he said. She wrapped her slippery arms around him, and they embraced nicely. Her overall sensitivity got the better of her, though, and she let out a whine and gyrated her slick stomach over his penis which felt even better. "Hey!" he shouted, but he could get a word off, because Dalette covered his mouth.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just have this problem right now. I feel too excited, you know. I want it. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to demand it. You'll appreciate me for it later. Come on now and let's take it slowly. Let's get those clothes off of you." Haglo looked at her in disgust but felt a great itching in his crotch area. It built up into a fiery pain that forced him into doing what he was told.
"Okay," he said, almost pouting. He tried to calm his member, but with Dalette rubbing her slick hands up and down his body. "Please, let me get away."
Now enjoying her dominant position, though, she replied, "Sorry, you're just going to have suffer through it!" She then embraced him, forcing him into her bed. She wrapped as much of her body around his, getting as much pleasure as she could. For some time, she simply rubbed her body around on him.
"Please, I think I want to just get this over with!" he screamed. He was filled with desire in a weird sense. He had to do what she said, but he was really wanting it at that point. "Okay, he said, you win."
She looked at him, pleased and lifted herself to his member and mounted it. He was really enjoying himself at this point, but he was still angry that Dalette had forced this upon him. He angrily pumped away at her, trying to get all of the satisfaction that he could and trying to keep her from demanding it from him again for a while.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, hugging his body tightly, feeling an eerily powerful afterglow.
"No, I suppose not, but still, I hate this loss of control." He was uncomfortably aware that she was holding onto him rather tightly. Then, he felt his crotch area tingle. Frightened, he moved Dalette to see what was happening. His pubic hair was falling out, and a slimy substance was forming on the skin around where it used to be.
"It feels like my slime," she said as she rubbed a little of it. "Wait, you said that it would change me as well, didn't you."
"That's what she said. Do you feel anything?"
"No, but I have some odd new desires..." she trailed off.
"What? What are they?" he asked.
"For the first time, making love to a woman seems very appealing to me, and I am kind of wanting to be changed. For now, though, just hold me." She cuddled with him a little less softly and made a light humming sound.
"Uh..." He wasn't sure that he liked the sound of what she was saying. "That's kind of weird. If this thing really starts changing our mentality, then I'm going to really freak out."
"I don't care. We're all messed up these days anyway. Now, why not enjoy it?" She nudged his shoulder with her cheek. "Let's just sleep now." They did.
Later, Dalette woke Haglo. "I'm feeling ill. Help me out, will you?"
"What? Again?" He was trying to force himself awake.
"Yes. Come on, I've been putting up with this for two months. Don't complain. I've had to help lot's of women several times a day. The least you can do is help me, okay?"
"I see. Yeah. I'm not erect, but sure thing." He was starting to become that way, however, as Dalette went down on him, stimulating him carefully. They eventually went through with the full course, this time without consequence.
The two were able to settle down some. Dalette ended up needing to be constantly cuddled, so one of her friends joined the two so that each could be happy.
Biana was determined to keep the movement to make battle with the evil forces. She followed Toklar's ideals, but even Toklar was having a hard time even keeping the small army that she had begun with. The strange mutual dependency that everyone seemed to have for eachother was becoming too great. Still, Biana wanted to try to keep it all going.
"Come on, Toklar, your plan is good. It will strike two birds with one stone. You've said that yourself several times."
"Biana, look, it's hopeless. The astrologers say it's hopeless. The people are completely subdued by these diseases, and some even enjoy our weird situation. There is one last hope, though. Everyone, regardless of the gods that they worship are slowly ceasing. Maybe then, the gods will show pity on both sides such that we are all not punished."
She stormed out. She wanted war. More than anything, she wanted whoever was responsible for the situation dead. She stepped down the street and into a milk house. She needed some food. Fortunately, the changes incurred by the milk only happened once, but she still was wary of it, ever since she first had to feed. She stepped in and found the nearest tit. She sucked until she was full and left, angry at the world.
Her changes were fairly drastic. Her anus had been replaced by a second vagina. Her sex drive was increased to a rate which was quite annoying to her. Most of her body hair had disappeared just as it had in most women that she knew. Her skin had become like silk to the touch. She also would gain embarrassing sensitivity when she got any vaginal fluid in her mouth. In all, she was angry at what had been done to her. She hated making love with women, and she hated taking in milk. She couldn't eat anything, though, since she didn't have the organs for digesting non-fluids anymore.
Feeling sorry for herself, she sat at the nearest tree and cried a little. Eventually, another woman came over and asked her what was wrong. She told her, and the other told her to try a new nectar that had been discovered. Apparently, it would make her enjoy her situation. The other woman looked eager for her to try the juice. She took the cup into her hand and peered into it, knowing what it would do for her.
"Look, I don't like what's happening in this twisted world. I want revenge, but no one here seems to be very much into that sort of business. People are either too resigned or too happy with what's happened."
"You don't want to take away our happiness, do you? Take this. You'll feel much better about everything." The woman looked at her, wanting Biana to be happy. Biana could tell this. She didn't want to lose what was left of her willpower, though.
"I'm not sure. I don't want to let our enemy win. I don't want to lose my will to resist things." This woman that she was talking to seemed to remain insistant, though. In fact, she could smell her vaginal fluids. They were filled with some sort of mind-altering odor. It was making Biana extremely horny. She hated being horny. "Go away! You're trying to mess with my head!"
"It's for your own good," the woman said as she brushed the hair from Biana's eyes. "It will make us all the much happier. Don't you see? This is a gift. Your perspective is all wrong."
Nearly paralyzed by want, Biana gazed into the cup again, this time feeling thirsty for what could be. She began to tilt it toward her mouth but hesitated, knowing that she didn't want it. She only desired it. This woman was trying to hurt her mind. She had to drink, though. Her body was telling her that she should drink the cup. Her body wasn't hers anymore, though. She realized that much. Slowly, she lifted the cup to her lips, trying to resist every inch of the way. Even more slowly, she tilted it and sucked in the liquid. It tasted incredibly sweet and filling. She sucked hard until the cup was drained.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" asked the woman who had given her the drink.
Feeling a strange but welcomed warmth moving through her, Biana replied, "No."
"Good. Give it some time, and you'll thank me. For now, though, just let it all soak in." With that, the woman left.
Biana began wanting women badly. She felt like she was built to have all sorts of sex. She wanted to maximize her pleasure. She wanted to be changed by all of the weird things that world had. She suddenly felt happy about all of it. Something in her mind told her to stop wanting it, but she couldn't help it. She turned to see a couple of women making love in the trees and went to go and join them.
Those astrologers that were left doing astrology proclaimed that the troubles would cease in some time. New troubles were bound to happen, but soon there would be no new weirdness.