"I'm so sorry, John."
Melissa's voice was the first thing John was aware of as he reanimated and regained his bearings. What had Professor Rogers done to him?
He was standing in the same place in the drawing room of the chalet, yet somehow he seemed…taller? And his balance was off, as if there were something supporting him from behind…
"Why am I a horse?"
"You're not a horse. You're a centaur," Melissa explained. "They're a beautiful species, and I thought it would be easier for you…"
But John wasn't paying attention. His higher voice clued him in to the other changes that Mark had wrought. In fact, once he glanced down, it was impossible to miss the enormous breasts that would have caused him to topple over forward, were it not for the counterweight his horse's hindquarters provided.
"I'm fully female?" he asked Melissa.
"You're a beautiful Arabian mare," she said, running her hand down the centaur's flank. John shuddered with the sensation. Mark had made certain to make John as sensitive as possible.
For her part, Mark watched the exchange silently, a smile on her face. Melissa was into both fantasy and horses, so it took no great mind reading skill to guess that she would have chosen a centauress as her boyfriend's new form.
John finally addressed Mark. He had lost none of his former defiance. "So you've turned me into a monster. I'm to join your harem of freaks?"
Mark sighed. This was taking more effort than she had anticipated. It was tempting to rewire John into what he feared and have done with it. Instead, she gestured towards Hannah. It was time to give her high priestess some more practice as her evangelist.
The blue-skin demon lifted off of the floor so that she hovered at eye level with John. "If the goddess wanted you as a slave, you would be bowing before her at this moment. Try to calm yourself, so we can talk rationally about where we go from here."
"I am calm," John lied. But the strokes from Melissa were having a calming effect. He took a deep breath and, realizing that fighting was futile, nodded his assent.
"Take a look at yourself," Hannah said, and Mark brought into being a wall-sized mirror, large enough that the centauress could inspect themselves. John had little trouble coordinating her new hooves to check herself out from both sides
"I guess I am pretty hot," she admitted. "Melissa, do you still find me attractive?" Melissa nodded, her expression speaking volumes. Male John was cute. Centaur John was the embodiment of several of her darkest fantasies.
"You're not just hot," Hannah added. "You're also stronger, tougher, and faster than you were. You're one of a kind, but as the goddess creates new centaurs, they will look to you as their leader." She then flew up and mounted John's equine back. John gasped in pleasure at the feeling of feminine thighs embracing her. Hannah then lean forward an cupped John's massive breasts, eliciting another sigh. From this position, Hannah could whisper in John's ear. "Imagine Mel doing this. She chose this for you. She hoped it would make you happy. She wants to make you happy. What do you say?"
"I…I suppose I could give it a try. I mean it's not the end of the world, right? It's just different."
Mark raised her glass in salute. With her other hand, she stroked Kevin's head, who purred in bliss. "That's all I ask. And I admire your sense of adventure. Hannah, why don't we send the happy couple somewhere they can have some alone time with each other? Perhaps a day, then we can continue this discussion."
"You're not going to change me first?" Melissa asked. The poor girl actually sounded disappointed, Mark noticed with satisfaction.
"Don't worry. You will become your new self on arrival. I think you will be pleased." With a wave of her hand, John and Melissa vanished. "As for you, Hannah, I'm giving you a chance to earn your wings. I'm sending you to New York. See how many concerts you can gain in twenty four hours. I want some time to play with my pussy."
Hannah bowed dutifully, and then she vanished. Delight filled Kevin's eyes, and the catgirl climbed atop her goddess, eager to worship her body.