Wedding Mayhem, Part 2 (Multi TFTG) (Patreon)

Whoops! That moment when you post the wrong story, one that was literally posted a month ago. Here's what I was meant to post tonight!

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for TG Sorcerer

Jace and his fiancee Harper are getting married. It is a small, low-budget event with only friends and immediate family invited, but when a vengeful ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend crash the event with new magical powers, the most romantic day of Jace and Harper’s lives turns to pure chaos as their wedding party is transformed, followed by them too!

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Wedding Mayhem, Part 2

Jace and Harper could only watch in horror, alongside the rest of the gathering, as the groom’s best man began to alter in form beneath the power of Samantha and Jacob. Brennan struggled against the strange pressures and tensions that surged through his body, but was utterly helpless to fight against them. Two sharp pressures in particular were located above each temple, and they increased to the point where Brennan was terrified that his skull would actually burst.

Which it did, in way.

“GOD! OH G-GOD!” he cried, as the headache reached its peak, only to finally release as new bony formations pushed out from his skull. The congregation gasped at the sight of a set of dark red horns that continued to emerge, long and impressive, at least five inches long each. There was a brief moment where everyone took in the actual transformative magic they were seeing.

And then the floodgates were opened.

Brennan, who had always been so dependable in a crisis, was suddenly caught in one of his own, at the centre of a crowd who could not help him. He writhed and squirmed as his body continued to transform painfully, his bones reshaping, his muscles thinning, his entire frame and even his clothing altering. Brennan tried to speak, to curse Samantha in particular for her role in this. He’d always hated her and how she’d treated his best friend, but now all he could do was try to glare defiantly at her, even as he was forced to occasionally squeeze his eyes shut and bear out the pain.

“S-screw y-you!” he managed to say, just barely, his voice sounding alien to his own ears, like it was softer and sweeter, and yet all the more dangerous, somehow.

Samantha just giggled. “Oh trust me, honey, you’re the one who’ll be doing all the screwing soon, just you wait. You’ll literally live for it.”

He could barely concentrate on her words through the pain. It was like fire, actual fire, burning him up in the core. It spread across his body, and soon the fire became literal, sizzling his flesh and spreading over it until he was positively encased in flames.

“You’re killing him, you bastards!” Jace shouted.

“Let him go! Please don’t hurt him!” Harper added.

Others were also calling out, particularly Paris, who was holding her belly and pleading for the warlock interlopers to hold off on their torments. Tommy the celebrant had his hand over his mouth, silent and barely able to watch.

And yet even as the crowd assumed that Brennan was being toasted to death, the man himself was still being transformed within this writhing cocoon of living flame. He cried out, voice becoming higher and more feminine, as his skin turned a crimson red, and clothes burned to tatters, rearranging into a dark blue dress that was highly revealing. His shoulders shrunk, his waist pulled in, and his hips flared out pleasingly wide, at least by the standards of the female specimen he was becoming. His hair turned black, cascading down his shoulders, and his face rearranged itself to become the very image of sensuous, snake-like beauty: high-cheekbones, full red lips, and captivating golden eyes with vertical slit-like pupils. His chest burned as it formed two beautifully full breasts, each easily F-cups in size, the size of generous cantaloupes, and topped with dark red nipples. The poor man gasped and grunted, clutching his crotch within the flames as his manhood quite literally melted away, revealing a perfect womanhood devoid of any pubic hair. His legs became appropriately shapely, arms too, and soon he had been fully transformed into a red-skinned woman.

But the changes weren’t quite down. The new devil-lady moaned as the pain of fire turned to pleasure. Somehow, the flames no longer hurt but instead gave a terrific sensuality to the proceedings, no matter how much she would have preferred the pain. She stuck her tongue out in mid-moan, and was startled by how it split to become forked, hissing in bliss. Her fingernails extended to become like beautifully tailored talons, and her teeth developed a sharp pair of fangs on both sets of teeth. From above her curvaceous bottom extended a long tail that ended in a devilish spade, long enough to writhe around her ankles. It was thick at the base, perhaps four inches across, but slowly tapered down to a serpentine quality. Finally, to complete the effect, two new structures burst out from her shoulders, finally disrupting the flames and revealing her new, winged form.

“B-Brennan?” Harper gasped.

“It can’t be,” her husband-to-be said, gaping at his best friend.

“It’s a devil woman!” Tommy cried. “They’ve summoned a devil woman!”

“I’m not!” Brennan replied, her new voice sounding immediately flirtatious and mischievous as she managed to turn to look at them. “It’s me, I’m - oh God, what the fuck have you done to me, you bitch?”

Samantha giggled. “My Jacob and I have made you into exactly what I said you were: the devil on Jace’s shoulder. Only now you’re a sexy devil, Brennan. A really sexy succubi who needs to have sex to draw your life force. Isn’t that totally fun?”

Brennan thought it was the farthest thing from fun. Like everyone else, she was unable to stop looking at her new form, which was incredibly female and eroticised. Her body was perfect, with a generous hourglass figure, full breasts, and luscious legs. Even with her monstrous features she was a sight to see, the devil you wanted to know, the temptation in the Garden of Eden. Her wings were just like out of a painting of a devil’s, and her tail too. But what no painting could capture was the full seductiveness of her new form, particularly given that her dark blue dress clung to it tightly, with a deep v-neck that went all the way to her bellybutton. A slit on either side of the thin material revealed her legs, and fine golden jewellery adorned her ears, her neck, her wrists and ankles. Without even meaning to, Brennan posed with her hands on her fine hips, her chest thrust out a little, her pose confident and posh, yet also seductive.

“Ohhhh, why do I f-feel so  - so . . .”

“So horny? So aroused? So devilish? Tell her, Jacob.”

Jacob laughed, scratching the back of his head. He approached the devil-woman, who tried to shirk back. She was no longer bound by the spell keeping the rest in place, but something about the smell of this man, the scent of his attraction to her, kept her in place. It was like a drug to her new infernal sensens, and she couldn’t help but flick her tail and flutter her wings as he drew near and confidently caressed her breast.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned.

“Stop it!” Freddie cried.

“Shh,” Samantha said. “You’ll get your turn. All of you will.”

Jacob continued to stroke Brennan’s succubi form, and the new devil-woman purred in reluctant joy. She yearned for this man, and could sense his life force. It was like a deep hunger, only not for food but the very essence of sex and passion itself. She needed it, badly.

“Ch-change me back, damn you! I don’t deserve this!”

“Oh, but you do, my lovely dear,” Jacob said. “Sam’s told me all about you trying to block her previous relationship and get in the way. Well, now you’ll be too busy with your own relationships, Braezera. You’re going to serve the Seven Hells as one of the most accomplished succubis ever, travelling to the mortal realm to tempt men into foul pacts and sate the needs of your new body. See how much you like interfering then, ha!”

The new deviless whimpered as her new name was given to her. Braezera . . . it sounded perfect. She wanted to push against it, to reclaim her true name, but already the fire was spreading over her form again, fiery and brilliant and powerful, just like she was now.

“No!” she cried. “You can’t do this, damn it! Fuck you! Fuck both of you! Change me back, you bastards! I’ll kill you!”

“Oh, there won’t be any killing in your future, Braezera,” Samantha chided. “But there will be plenty of fucking. Best get to it: your life literally depends on it. See you round, devil-woman!”

And with that, Braezera could only turn and look back at her friends, at Jace and Harper, with an expression full of terror and unwanted anticipation.

“Jace, I’m sorry!” she managed, but then the fires swept over her, and she was gone, teleported to her new infernal plane, to be trained in the arts of the succubi.

“See how much we’ve learned from our magic tome pact?” Samantha declared.

“More than enough I’d say, honey,” Jacob said, kissing her. “We’re having a devil of a time, Harper! But don’t worry, we won’t be getting to our exes until last. Who shall we punish next, deary?”

Samantha kissed her partner, then scanned the frightened congregation.

“Ohhh, so many to go, but I think it’s your turn, my love. It was our pact together, so who do you want to choose?”

Poor pregnant Paris, the maid of honour who had advanced to throw her bulk around, realised that Jacob was looking directly at her, smirking. She froze, and placed her hand protectively on her six-month bulge, as if trying to shield her unborn child. Jacob just rolled his eyes, sneering with his shark-like features as he advanced up to her.

“Oh please, Paris, I’m not a monster. I’m not going to kill your child. But I might give the pair of you a very different life to what you imagined. After all, wasn’t it you who kept making up lies and stories about what a bad boyfriend I was? Right?”

Paris, to her credit, stood her ground, not that she could move. She placed her hands on her broad hips and summoned what courage she had left after seeing Brennan be transformed into a literal succubus. “They weren’t stories or lies,” she said. “They were the truth. And you did cheat on Harper. You broke her goddamn heart!”

Jacob sighed. “Well, who pushed me to do that? You know, I always thought you were a real cow of a human being, Paris. Your big obsession with breeding, the way you put yourself up in everyone’s business like a bull in a China shop. The way you barged in on my relationship. A total cow, in my opinion.”

Paris swallowed. Her mind, as with everyone else’s, was fixated on what had happened to Brennan. What was the limit of their power, if they could do that?”

“P-please,” she murmured.

“Speak up!”

“Please don’t transform me! I’m sorry!”

Jacob sighed happily. “So good to see some docile humility at least, Paris. But I’m afraid it won’t save you. Samantha and I made a deal for this power, and we don’t plan to waste it. It’s your turn to feel some harsh punishment.”

Jace and Harper cried out, as well as Lila off to the side, who pleaded for her friend to be spared. But as much as the chorus rose, more desperate now that they knew the stakes, the magical tormentors didn’t care. Jacob raised a hand, and vibrant streams of green energy poured forth from his fingers, winding around Paris’ form. She cried out, only to be quickly smothered, her voice incoherent as the bright bands of energy turned to an illustrious golden light that marked her as an illuminated silhouette.

“Don’t worry, I’m not killing her!” Jacob declared. “I’m a big softie, that way. But I think it’s time for Paris to be a bit more productive in her pregnancy, and given that this is a farm style wedding, why not go the full hog? Well, cow anyway.”

The meaning of his words became clear as the golden silhouette changed shape. Paris, much like Brennan, was trapped inside a field of energy, only hers was skintight and pressurised, actively resculpting her form like it was clay. She tried to scream for help, to plead and pray, but there was no stopping the changes. All she could do was try to hold her belly protectively and ride out the changes as they advanced.

And what a set of changes they were. Paris’ body exploded in size, her form growing and extending to rapidly develop a whole new horizontal torso that ran at a near ninety degree angle to the rest of her. She would have collapsed painfully to the ground had not the magic kept her aloft, but her legs were quick to catch up. They swelled in size, gaining a set of hooves where her feet once were. As her ass pushed ever backwards, taking her womanhood with it, a new set of legs also developed there. She moaned in discomfort and confusion, unable to even see her own changes because the light was so blinding.

But she could certainly feel them, and they were big.

“What’s happening to her? What are you doing to her?” Lila cried.

“Oh, just making her into her true form, as far as I’m concerned,” Jacob said casually. “And emphasising those lovely big udders of hers. Ha!”

The other bridesmaid blinked back tears as she beheld Paris’ changing form. The pregnant woman’s lower half swelled every larger, her new animal torso increasingly that of a cow’s. She mooed out loud, just like a cow, as an enormous udder formed between her rear thighs. It was heavy and large and round, with four tears that everyone could see, even as a golden outline.

“MOOO!!!! MOOOO!!!”

It was the only sound she could make. Her mind panicked as fur sprouted along her form, coating not just her lower half but her upper half as well. There was a brief, intense sensation of itching, and then it was immediately satisfied by the alien sensation of hair forming. It was accompanied by the loss of clothing: her dress evaporated, leaving her full breasts outlined: these swelled ever larger, growing and growing until they were easily twice or perhaps even three times their usual size.

“Oh God,” Harper said.

“Jesus,” Freddi added. He’d always thought Paris was pretty hot because of her larger chest, but this just horrified him, even if he was a little curious about the final result.

But for Pair, she was simply lost in the intense pressures of change. Much like Brennan, her skull was pierced by two jutting horns that erupted from her scalp painfully. They swept back, even larger than the deviless’, and distinctly bovine in nature. This was accompanied by the growth of a snout which pushed her jaw forward and left her teeth flat and herbivore-like. Her ears became fluffy cow’s ears, and her pupils large, giving her a doe-eyed look - not that anyone could see this just yet.

And still her milk producing parts swelled. Her udder pushed her rear thighs apart, and her frustration was heightened by the growth of a tail that extended out from her rear. Her womanhood was still between her front legs in its usual place, but a new one expanded between her rear ones, becoming a larger bovine opening beneath it. But it was the sense of fullness that overpowered over everything: fullness in her new freakish udder, fullness in her huge, head-sized breasts, fullness in her humanoid belly, and . . .

“MMMOOOOO!!!”

She cried out as the golden light burst, revealing one final fullness. As before, the gathering of people gasped at the sight of the newest transformee. Standing where Paris had been was a kind of cow-centaur, naked and covered in fur. She was still identifiably the same woman, even though she had a cute little snout, but her body was warped into a mythological appearance. Her fur was chestnut brown with darker spots along her flanks, and her blonde hair had similarly turned a dark brown. Her udder was tremendous and already leaking, as were her more humanoid breasts, which were humongous in size, sitting heavily upon her pregnant belly. Rivulets of white milk dripped down, and the panicked new centaur tried to cover her shame, but was barely able to do so, her breasts were just that large.

“Paris!” Harper shouted. “Are you okay?”

“MOO!!” she cried, before rallying. “No! Harper, someone, help me! What’s happening to me! What’s happened to my baby!?”

Jacob just laughed. “Your baby is just fine, you silly bess! He or she is right there in your belly, growing away!”

Sure enough, her baby was. At that very moment it kicked from within her furred belly, making her squirm. It was strangely comforting, but more powerful than she’d felt before. Almost as if her baby had grown.

And then there was another quake, a stirring of life in her other belly. Her bovine one.

“MWAHH!!” Paris cried. “What’s happened? What did you do?”

“I’ve just given you a nice little calf to join your current baby, Paris. After all, you couldn’t shut up about how much you wanted to start a family back when I was with Samantha, and also how much of a terrible father I’d be. Well, now you can prove what an amazing mother you’ll be - to your half-cow little baby in your upper belly, and your full calf growing in your bovine one! Won’t that be great?”

Paris began to cry, and even more so when both her babies jostled in her pair of wombs. Her larger calf kicked inside her, causing a long stream of milk to pour from her full udder. The pressure and warmth in it was incredible, necessitating someone to help milk her dry.

“You can’t do this! Please, turn me back! I don’t want to be a cow woman!”

“Well, that’s too bad, Paris, because that’s what you’ll be for life now,” Jacob said smugly. He patted her flank, leaned down, and with one great tug, caused a long stream of milk to flow from her udder. She moaned in relief, unable to stop herself from mooing in response. Instinctively, she tugged at her huge nipples, causing more milk to pour from her chest as well.

“Mahhhh . . . mooo . . .”

And then, just for extra sadism, Jacob wrapped his mouth around one of her teats and sucked deeply, drawing in a large amount of her milk before swallowing greedily.

“Mhhmm, yum! Shall we keep her, Sammy? She could go great on our model little farm?”

Samantha clapped her hands, gleeful. “Absolutely!”

“No! My husband!”

“Oh, we can make him a fine bull, I’m sure,” Jacob added. “Keep you nice and bred to make milk and calves for us. It’ll be fun to watch you graze on the hills. We’ll send you there now - but don’t worry, I’m sure your other friends will be joining you! And we’ll have you in attendance for our own wedding, along with Braezera too.”

He clicked his fingers, and Paris only had time to bellow out a desperate half-moo, half sobbing cry of desperation, before she was whisked away magically elsewhere, presumably to the new farm that Samantha and Jacob owned. There was another outcry, particularly from the wedding party as well as Tommy the celebrant. Harper was in tears, and Lila even more so. Freddie was beginning to panic, not sure how to react, and becoming deeply worried about exactly what his own change might come.

Those fears were appropriate, because Samantha and Jacob both turned their eyes on the remaining members of the wedding party.

“Let’s hurry this up, shall we, my love?” Jacob said.

“Agreed, Jacob!” she replied. “We’ve got so many to cover, so many punishments to give out before we get to our happy not-quite married couple. Lila, Freddie, and our good old celebrant shouldn’t have to wait long. Let’s change them all right now!”

The three of them trembled, raising their hands to protect themselves, but it was too late. The newest round of curses were already being bestowed.

To Be Continued . . .