Cock after cock sprouted across Peter's body, ripping holes in his dress but he didn't care. He grunted and
snorted, taking ones in his mouth that he could, stroking as many as huge hands could handle, and swallowing
mouthful after mouthful of his own cum. The penis in his mouth was tricky, but thanks to his snout he could
sort of push it to one side in order to get another one inside or get his tongue out to lick up his sperm.
Best yet, the precum from it trickled directly into his mouth, as did some of the ejaculate. He was almost
literally a fucking machine, his mind quickly lost in orgasm after orgasm.
Felicia watched with some sense of victory at first, but the tingling that she felt across her own body robbed
her of any enjoyment she might have had. On the end of each breast, her nipples pulled into themselves,
leaving a small pink slit that quickly moistened. The nipples themselves became tiny clits that buzzed and
begged for attention, but so did her other holes and the ones that were quickly sprouting across her body! Her
belly button puckered into a tight asshole, her cheeks split on both sides into mouths that craved cock and
moaned in need. Another pussy split from her skin below her breasts, her palms gained wet slits, her legs were
dotted with assholes, and her arms soon had many mouths to please. She couldn't keep up with all of them and
felt herself slipping, slowly going mad with how much need throbbed and pulsed across her body. Still she
struggled to plunge her fingers into each one and shove her drooling horse cock into the ones that could
reach. Her orgasms shook her body and juices and fluids soon puddled around her on the floor.
And still Peter kept growing cocks, the muffled words slipping past his dick-tongue as he proudly complimented
all of his new tools. So too did Felicia keep growing holes that ached to be filled with Peter's cocks though
she wasn't coherent enough to go to him.
Kylie watched all of this and smiled. "I think our duel is over," she said for the first time in a while. "And
I did promise that I might help the one I thought did the best job. Well, they both did pretty well don't you
think??" She looked out across the audience, who was silent. They stared in horrified fascination at the two
on the stage. "So I think I'll help them both a bit, and get the stage cleaned up in the process."
The witch moved gracefully across the stage to Felicia. The poor bunny girl was mindlessly humping her hands
in any hole that she could get them to, her eyes glazed over, her ears drooping low. She would never be able
to satisfy herself completely and that fact had shut down her mind. Kylie laughed softly and reached out to
run a finger down the girl's spine past all the blooming puckers, slits and mouths.
Felicia shivered. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt airy, almost light-headed. She continued
fingering herself while Kylie watched her next transformation start. First, Felicia's chest began to sag. Her
breasts shrank and her torso flattened, causing the bunny girl to flop backwards as her middle lost its bones.
Her hips followed, leaving her spread out on the floor with only her head, arms and legs remaining normal (if
one ignored the quivering pussy lips, extra mouths, and throbbing assholes along them). But this didn't last,
and Felicia's legs and feet flattened then began to roll up towards her hips, the skin rolling itself tightly.
Next came her hands and arms, also rolling up tightly and heading for her shoulders. At the loss of her
fingers for her needy holes, many cries of frustration were taken up by her mouths.
"Hush," said Kylie. "Just wait."
The redhead closed her eyes. They sealed over as her head deflated and slithered into her neck. In moments,
she was nothing more than a partially clothed torso, flattened across the floor. A flush of red, matching her
hair, swept across everything that was left. The witch reached down and tugged the girl, adjusting her,
pinching there and here until she had become a sexy red dress. Her skin became fabric, the holes out the
outside shifted to the inside, and Felicia was no more. The only part that hadn't vanished was the large,
meaty horse cock that dangled at the bottom.
"That's one." Kylie snapped her fingers and the dress materialized on Peter. The inside was littered with
mouths, assholes, and pussies that eagerly seized upon the many cocks suddenly pressed up against them. The
appearance of the dress didn't change from the outside but Peter felt many of his cocks swallowed by warm,
tight wetness. His horns sparked as he came from many of them and he squealed in pleasure.
The witch quickly tucked any dangling cocks up inside this dress, though some were left dangling for Peter's
large hands to pleasure and for his piggy snout to lick up the salty cum that sprayed from them. Felicia's
horse cock was pushed into place among the dark hair at his groin, becoming one more rod for him to enjoy. She
stuck out her tongue and his cock tongue shrank down to a more manageable size that fit inside his mouth and
let him speak again. The haze of pleasure faded from his mind into a dull, pleasant ache across his body. He
was becoming used to the constant stimulation, the constant background orgasms that made him twitch from time
to time. He looked at Kylie, confused and horny.
"We couldn't have you both keep going until you exploded or something," she said simply. So now you and
Felicia are made for each other. You'll keep growing cocks and she'll keep slurping them up, leaving you able
to function, more or less. Oh yes," she smiled, "you'll still be a hideous freak obsessed with cocks and cum,
lusting after his own freakish hands, telling everyone how big and amazing your cocks are, blowing sparks out
your head and confetti out your ass. That's all you. But now you're aware of it. Now you have to live with it.
You can't resist, but you'll understand what's happening.
"No!" Peter said in horror. He looked down at himself and felt heat and lust wash over him again, though not
as powerfully as before. Still, he couldn't help himself. His hands were just too fucking gorgeous and he had
to thrust his hard cocks into them until he came. As he wrapped his hands around two of the three between his
legs, he shouted, "I fucking love my big, meaty cocks!" Somewhere underneath the dress another cock grew,
filling Peter with pride and pleasure. He could never have enough, he realized with horror, and he couldn't
take off the dress for fear of being overwhelmed with the number of them hidden underneath.
"Oh dear," said Kylie. "Yes, one day you might rip Felicia off of you in order to see all your cocks. There's
no turning back after that, though, so hold out as long as you can." She cackled delightedly. Peter snorted
sadly then grunted as his cocks shot arcs of cum. Unable to help himself, he got on his hands and knees and
slurped it up, slurped all of the cum and fluids off the stage. Then, at a wag of Kylie's fingers, he left the
stage. Already he was hitting on his own hands, his cocks rising back to attention.
The witch smiled out at the audience, ready for her next trick.