The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The loft was on the west side of the city, in the seedier, industrial part near the tracks. That was part of the appeal, having to brave the slightly meaner streets in order to get to the best Halloween party in town. The other reason was landlords for old converted warehouses left their tenants well alone.

I couldn’t believe I’d been lucky enough to score a coveted RSVP spot—a friend on Facebook had said they couldn’t go, and asked did anyone want the slot? I’d been on my phone when the post appeared and had immediately replied “YES”. My first post was followed by twenty others in the first 15 seconds because people didn’t even realize someone else had replied.

So I felt all the more ashamed that I was going to be best Halloween party in town without so much as a half-assed a costume—I’d be lucky if they even let me in. I had no excuse, it’d just been a busy week and I hadn’t left any time to go shopping. Stupid, stupid.

I climbed the fire escape described in the private message I’d received an hour before, heading for the door with the lamp burnt out on the second floor, and made my way past old discarded pallets and paint buckets toward the sound of thumping music. Finally I reached the door, in front of which was a small table where some half-drunk bro was taking entry fees.

I gave him my name, and yes! I was on the list.

“No costume? That’s double, 20 bucks,” he yelled over the dance music pulsing behind him.

I nodded confidently, like that was the plan all along, and handed over a bill.

The party was just what I hoped, loud music, free flowing booze, plenty of weed, and amazing chicks. This was a crowd that had taken the Sexy Whatever costume trend to heart, and I enjoyed watching the sexy leprechauns, sexy pirates, and sexy zombies, all with tight corsets or flimsy bras. There was even a woman going as Catwoman whose costume was painted on—literally.

I didn’t know anyone at all and tried to talk to, ok, hit on, some of the women, but it was so loud we couldn’t hear each other anyway. So for the first hour I danced and got myself pleasantly buzzed.

After a few hits and several drinks, I was feeling woozy and left the dance floor to find the toilet. There had to be at least 20 people in line and after five minutes it hadn’t moved an inch. There had to be more than one bathroom in the place. The loft was a maze of corridors and temporary walls—during one of my awkward yelling conversations a sexy cowgirl had mentioned that they redid the interior for every party so you never knew where anything was. I figured if I saw someone moving swiftly and somewhat stiffly and followed them, there was a good chance they’d lead me to a less heavily-trafficked bathroom. If I was lucky, maybe it would be the cool-people’s bathroom and they’d be doing cooler drugs, or something. I was out of my element, you know?

I saw a sexy bunny girl moving quickly across the dance floor in my direction, so I let her pass and followed her. Her glow-in-the-dark puff of a rabbit tail was easy to follow away from the crowd and down a hallway. But then she turned one corner, then another, and then I lost her. The bathroom couldn’t be this far out of the way, I thought, so I shrugged and tried to follow the beats back to the party.

Had I come from the right hallway, or the left? In my state I wasn’t sure, and there was no one else around to follow. I tried the right, and then another right, and then had to duck under a low pipe that I’m sure I hadn’t seen before. The sound of drum beats was all around me, now, and I had no better ideas than to keep going. Finally I reached a dead end with an old, badly-fitting door that had a hand-written sign taped to it reading “KEEP OUT.”

I opened it of course, and was greeted with a closet whose floor had been cut completely out with a ladder poking up from the level beneath. Another hand-written sign on the wall pointed down: “ZOO.” My immediate biological needs were forgotten. I didn’t want to get too hopeful, but what if I wasn’t just going to find the secret bathroom, but an entire secret party? That sounded like something cool people like these would arrange. The possibility was too good to pass up so I climbed down the ladder.

The lower level was barely lit, just an old half-gone string of Christmas lights. The room was small, also seemingly a closet. I opened the door outward and nearly knocked over the girl in the sexy bunny costume.

“Oh!” she cried.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“That’s ok,” she said, but she touched her shoulder, testing for a bruise. She was cute and probably would have seemed even shorter were it not for her heels and bunny ears. The rabbit nose held to her face with elastic had stiff little whiskers sticking out of it. I couldn’t tell if her pony-tailed hair was died green or if that was just the light. She was busty, too, so that was a plus, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. I probably spent more time looking her over than was polite, but the short shorts she was wearing made politeness difficult.

She glanced me over too, noticing the lack of costume.

“First time?” she asked.

Having sneaked into a secret party inside an exclusive party I had already scammed my way into, the opportunity to play dumb seemed like my best option: “Yes.”

“Mine too, but you don’t even have a costume! I think the extras are down that way—I brought mine.”

She was being dismissive, but helpful. I could work with that, it was better than kicking me out. Thank goodness I’d kept it simple. “I like it! And the bathroom? I’m Tim by the way.”

“Elise. I think it’s the first door the same way. See you inside.” She gestured at the large industrial sliding door behind her. Very hip.

I thanked her and went into the dimly lit corridor. Behind me I heard the rumble of the door sliding open, then shut. I found the bathroom easily enough and took care of business. On the inside of the bathroom door was an old placard that read “Mr. Fantastic Mascots and Costumes”. It looked like it had been there forever—the whole floor probably used to be a warehouse for the costume company.

Outside and around the corner I found a hallway lined on one side with racks and racks of costumes, and on the other with countless rubber masks. The smell of mothballs was nearly overwhelming. I had sobered up enough to remember that I had my phone, so I turned on the flash and looked at the options. The material was all old, but nothing looked too worn or falling apart. Everything looked clean enough, but I didn’t really want to think too hard about that.

After a couple minutes of looking through the costumes, I realized that they were all animal costumes. Not a single sexy pirate among them, just jumpsuits for tigers, bears, and even a bird. The masks, similarly, were all animal masks.

“Of course,” I thought, “The Zoo.”

Now you might think that I would try my damnedest to find an awesome costume, seeing as I was already clearly not worthy of this party, but the moment I set my eyes on a particular mask my lazy instinct kicked in and I knew I had to look no further: The horse head.

The horse head is the perfect lazy-dude’s costume. You’ve all seen him at parties. Don horse head. Try to drink bottled beer through horse head. Laughter ensues. Simple. Done.

I stretched the thing over my head, trying not to pass out from the rubber stink. I was going to sweat like a pig in this for sure. Or, I guess, a horse. Do horses sweat? I could barely see out of it, but well enough to find my way back to the door. I pulled the door to the side and went in to the real party.

It looked a lot like the party upstairs, only quieter. There was still music, and free flowing booze, and plenty of weed. Everywhere there were cat ears, wolf masks, and fox tails, all paired with form-fitting jumpsuits with the right shades and patterns. Elise’s costume, which I thought had been fine, was definitely nothing compared to these. If anything the girls were hotter than upstairs. Lithe bodies glided around the floor or practiced spinning their light-up hula hoops. All of the guys, mostly going as carnivores like wolves, bulls, and dogs, clung to the edges of the room with their snouts pointed in the direction of the beauties in the center.

The anonymity of the mask helped me relax and blend in. Everyone assumed I was supposed to be there, and nobody could see my face to know otherwise. After a few attempts of trying to make myself heard through the thick rubber failed, I was content to be silent and pantomime my reactions to things people said. It was a huge hit, actually, and I found a group of guys to hang out and resume getting drunk with. My hunch was correct: I quickly realized it was impossible to drink out of anything except a long-necked bottle, shoving the whole thing in the mouth of the mask until it reached my lips. When I took a swig I had to tilt my head all the way back, which made the act of drinking almost a theatrical performance. I liked it.

In the back of my mind I was wondering what all the fuss for this uber-secret party was about. I had a feeling I just had to wait. There was some electricity in the air, an anticipation that was going unfulfilled.

I spotted Elise a few times wandering around the floor, shaking her little puffball tail. I excused myself from my new buddies approached her and made a big “well what do you think?” motion. I hadn’t changed the rest of my clothes, so she knew it was me.

“They’re supposed to hand out the stuff soon,” she said.

I cocked my head: “oh?”

“You know...”

Even under the mask my confusion must have shown through like a beacon. Her eyes went wide and she took me aside.

“You’re not... crashing are you?” she hissed.

I looked down at my feet and kicked the ground: “yup”.

She punched me in the shoulder. “You jerk, I had no idea! I should kick you out!”

I got down on my knees and begged operatically. Despite herself she smirked. “OK not this time, but watch it.”

I noticed that a line had formed in front of a table in the corner, and some sort of drug was being handed out. It looked like everyone was having some. Elise noticed too.

“Oh that must be it. You ready for an intense experience Tim? Nope, you aren’t!” She rolled her eyes.

We got in line, got our little red pills, and popped them. No hesitation, although I had to reach my hand way into the mask to find my mouth. Elise soon wandered away, to my lack of surprise, and I found an adjoining room where I could have my trip without too much external stimulation. The room was completely lined in pillows, bottom, sides, and even the ceiling. They were all shapes and sizes, and I settled into large cushions in one corner of the small room while I waited for it to hit. I didn’t even know how long the onset was.

It was past two, and I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember is Elise touching my shoulder to wake me up.

“Cheer up, buttercup,” she said as I emerged from the fog. She was smiling dreamily and she had a faraway look in her eyes. “They’re having a costume contest, let’s go.”

She’d come back, that was good. Maybe I hadn’t messed it up completely after all. I stood up and was thankful for the pillows on the walls because I lost my balance immediately. Whatever was in those pills wasn’t making me feel intense so much as incoherent. Elise was a little woozy on her feet too, but we staggered out to the main floor without making a scene.

The large room was now bathed in dim light, and the music was off. There was a tall woman standing in the center underneath a slightly brighter pool of light introducing herself. We were back against a wall, and I was grateful for something solid to lean on. The woman was already speaking.

“...sends her apologies that she couldn’t be here tonight, she really wanted to judge the costume contest again this year but was regrettably detained. In her stead, I’m Demi.”

There was a glint in Demi’s eye that implied she wasn’t altogether sad the other woman wasn’t there. If she weren’t the judge, she’d have won the contest herself. With horns and tail she looked like a devil, and she’d even painted her entire body a glossy red. She was nearly naked with the outlines of a bra and panties barely visible on her toned body. Her black leather and steel boots were a statement of force all by themselves, but the yellow contacts she wore were the crowning detail. Maybe it was whatever I was on, but her eyes seemed luminous, a flash that caught my eye every time her head turned. She carried her toned body with a confidence of a woman much older, making her age difficult to place.

With Demi illuminated in the center, the rest of the crowd was reduced to a vague silhouette around the edge of the room, the shapes of various ears and tails looking more convincing in the dim light.

I realized I’d been staring and had missed some of the rules. At least I think she’d been talking, but with the drugs it was hard to stay focused.

“...so it’s my job to set a good example, am I right? So let’s be clear that from this point on, this party is strictly clothing-optional. OK?”

“OK by me!” I blurted out, like the drunk idiot I was. Now that the music was off, I guess the mask didn’t muffle the sound much. There were nervous giggles and Elise rolled her eyes at me.

Demi smiled, revealing nicely-done pointed canines. Her yellow eyes locked on to mine. Having the undivided attention of that woman was nearly heart-stopping.

“Yes! I like your enthusiasm Mr. Horse Head! ... what’s your name?”

“Tim,” I croaked.

“Tim. Come to the front so you can see better!” She beckoned me and the crowd let me through. I tugged on Elise’s arm and she followed. We sat on the floor, my enjoyment of our front row seats reduced by the narrowness of my field of view.

But I was still able to see Demi reach around her back, thrust her chest out, and release her bra clasp. There was a sharp intake of breath somewhere in the room as she revealed her firm breasts topped with ring-pierced nipples. Her body paint hadn’t been done over her bra. The color was seamless all the way over, and a second color had been used to make her nipples a dark, blood red. You would have thought the guys would start hooting at the sight, but you could hear a pin drop.

Hardly a moment passed, however, before she efficiently lowered her panties, revealing the same attention to detail in the rest of her paint job. I had assumed her tail was attached to the underwear, but it remained after she kicked them to the side. Not that I was trying to look, but other than her jet-black hair, it looked like she was completely shaved.

“Much better, don’t you think? Nobody has to get naked that doesn’t want to of course. Now, ladies first, come on up, don’t be shy!”

The dance music started back up, and one by one the floor filled with a dozen or so females of various species. Cats posed and stretched, mice danced, and rabbits bounced, as Demi looked them over and made notes on a small pad. Some got in the mood and removed their tops, jiggling a little for the audience. Everyone was getting in to it now, cheering encouragement. I saw the Catwoman I’d seen at the beginning of the party. She looked nervous for someone who was already pretty much naked, but she got a great response.

I gave Elise a nudge and after a moment’s hesitation she got up and joined them. Maybe her costume wasn’t as complicated as some of the other bunnies’, but with her compact body coupled with those sizable tits on her chest, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She kept her top on, but I didn’t care. I admired her ass too, and thought the glow-in-the-dark tuft of her tail balanced her figure perfectly.

Demi dismissed all of the contestants and then summoned the men. I watched as the carnivores, some of them practically salivating from watching the women, jumped at the chance to show off. More than one dropped trou enthusiastically, eliciting cheers from the girls. One guy was dressed as a ninja turtle and tried to do some kung fu. I wasn’t planning to compete, but I saw a glint off to the side and saw Demi jerk her head ever so slightly toward the center. I knew I had to join. I felt stupid going up there, and when I was face to face with such expensive-looking full body suits I knew there was no way I could win.

We were dismissed and I sat back down next to Elise while Demi disappeared off to the side to go over her notes. There was a brief musical interlude, and Elise and I agreed that one of the wolves, with a full articulating head, was the best male.

“Which girl’s costume was the best?” she asked innocently.

This was a trick question, duh.

“Silly rabbit,” I said, “of course you should win.”

“Oh please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Not Catwoman?”

“She did have a badass utility belt, but I know who I’d prefer to keep looking at all night.” She made gagging motions.

Demi came back and announced the third place and second place pairs to great applause. A bunny and the ninja turtle, a neko-style catgirl and a bull. The winning pair, of course, was Catwoman and wolf dude. They looked very happy with their new ribbons. Ambient music started oozing from the speakers and the crowd began to drift away, thinking the show was over. Then Demi interrupted.

“Wait everyone, we have one more prize to give away! You were all great contestants, but truly there was one whose costume is in most need of improvement, shall we say.”

My stomach dropped. Uh oh, embarrassment time.

“Tim, get your half-ass up here!”

Demi looked right at me, and there was yet more laughter all around. A sad trombone played from the speakers. I must have looked shell-shocked. Though maybe the horse mask always looks that way? And, I thought bitterly, she did this after she dragged me into the contest in the first place! The crowd backed up behind me, nudging me forward.

“Oh don’t look so sad, I have a special consolation prize for you!” Demi looked reassuring as only a devil woman with bright yellow eyes can.

“You earned it, party crasher!” yelled Elise behind me. I jerked my head in her direction, and she had a look of purely evil spite on her face. She’d been toying with me, dammit.

Demi didn’t break stride. “Now now, that’s none too kind. Everyone who finds their way to the Zoo is welcome. Elise why don’t you come forward as well.”

Elise’s face dropped and she too was nudged into the light. I was furious at her, her having waiting for the moment of maximum embarrassment before calling me out.

Demi grinned. “It’s only fair that I pick two worst costumes, and those silly plastic ears are doing you no good. You both have such good-looking souls, it’s a pity your costumes don’t do you justice. So you each get a free costume upgrade—come over here, Elise, sit down. You too, Tim.”

She motioned to a pair of chairs I hadn’t noticed due to my tunnel vision. There was also a large canvas sack between them. Elise sat down, looking pained. I sat too and glared at her, even if she couldn’t tell. The crowd was mostly a blur, but I think some people had wandered away to adjoining rooms, thank goodness. Others were curious, clearly giggling at our embarrassment, and stayed.

“Wait,” I said, “like now?”

“Hush you,” said Demi. Then to Elise, “Chin up dear—no, I meant that literally. That nose simply must be fixed.”

She reached into the bag and then bent over Elise, doing something I couldn’t see. I couldn’t help but look at Demi’s ass. Being so close to her, her nude skin practically radiant, it was difficult to pay attention to anything else. I still couldn’t figure out how the forked tail was attached.

“Naughty naughty Tim,” said Demi suddenly without turning, “so obvious when you are staring.” She reached up a hand and covered the end of the horse mask with her hands to block my vision. But then she added, “just kidding, of course you can watch.” She released the mask.

She turned back to Elise. “Ok, that’s better, but now those ears are just not convincing.”

Demi moved around behind the chair and reached back into the bag, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Elise shoot me a glance. Her whiskers wiggled. I shook my head, trying to clear it. Elise’s eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to say something but then stopped. I blinked, and wondered why I was able to see anything out of the corner of my eye at all.

“Great, those are much better...” Demi had replaced Elise’s stiff, dollar-store ears with something much more soft and natural-looking. Maybe they had come from the bag? They pointed up for a moment, and then flopped down behind her head. Elise reached up and touched one, pinching it. She yipped, and her mouth dropped open. She touched her rabbit nose, then wiggled it back and forth cutely.

“What are you doing...” she gasped as Demi’s bag flopped over. There was nothing in it.

I thought I was hallucinating, but Elise seemed to be seeing what I was seeing, and there was no way she and I could be hallucinating the same thing. And I shouldn’t be able to see better, as if I was seeing out of the eyes on the mask. The crowd around us murmured, and someone whispered “Holy shit you’re right!”

Demi stood tall and snapped at the crowd. “I must insist on silence if I’m to do my work properly. Now hush!”

Everything went quiet, even the music stopped.

“Stand up girl,” said Demi to Elise, “and I’ll stop mucking about.”

Elise stood, her face long and worried, her too-real ears and whiskers drooping. Demi stood behind her and put her hands on her shoulders, closing her eyes. The devil woman inhaled sharply and then squeezed. She exhaled, and then let go of Elise. Faint traces of white appeared on Elise’s shoulders and started spreading down her arms and sides.

“Oh!” Elise gasped, as fur sprouted from her neck and enveloped her head and face, blending in with the nose and ears perfectly. Elise grabbed her head, then her arms, then scratched at her legs, feeling the foreign texture. Demi stood back, closer to me, and watched as the process finished, covering Elise in fur from head to toe.

Demi leaned over and put her arm around me conspiratorially. She squashed one breast against me and I could feel the hard metal of her piercing. “Such potential,” she said, indicating Elise, “but she still just looks to be a human with makeup, don’t you think?”

I stared dumbly. Demi released me, and I felt a creeping sensation where she had touched me. It quickly started to itch more. Oh no. I panicked and tried to remove my mask, thinking it would help, but it felt like trying to remove my own head. There was only soft hair and a silky mane, and certainly no seam at the base of my neck. I stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair, grabbing at my body as I felt hair spreading all over it under my clothes.

Demi put a hand on my long face, and I felt it. “Shushhhhh... Shushhhh.... Calm down.” And I stopped thrashing about, trying to control myself. She was satisfied with me and turned back to Elise, who was still standing but breathing in sharp, short breaths.

“Dear, you will probably want to remove your shoes if you don’t want to hurt yourself.” Elise looked at her with confusion and then winced in pain, scrambling to get her heels off as quickly as possible. One shoe landed on the floor with a clunk, and she lifted a large, padded rabbit foot in the air and looked at it like it belonged to someone else. The other shoe dropped, and now both feet stretched and reformed. Elise gasped and nearly tripped as her body was wracked with changes. Her rabbit nose elongated into a short muzzle and her entire head reshaped to become more animal-like. Her upper body shrank slightly, making her top somewhat loose, but then her breasts started expanding, sprouting like melons until they were tight against the fabric. In a fit of panic she grabbed the shirt at the V of the neck and ripped it halfway down to release the pressure.

Her legs became more muscular at the thighs and her lower legs shrank to compensate for her new feet. Her ass started growing to match, and her ears shot up in pain as her body pushed against her shorts. She desperately tried to unbutton them, but before she could finish there was a loud rip as the cheap material split up the back. She yanked what was left of them down in frustration and sat down on the chair crossing her legs, sniffling.

My clothing was also starting to feel tight. My chest was expanding, putting pressure on the buttons of my shirt. I quickly sat down to remove my shoes, and before I knew it my leg was on fire with pain as it cracked and morphed, my toes joining together to make a single hoof. My pants were a little more forgiving than jeans but they still split up the legs as I grew. The buttons on my shirt finally gave way with audible pops, and I tugged off the remains as my shoulders started to get constricted. I was able to keep my balance, although the floor was much further away than it used to be. It was the most surreal moment of life, but the shock of what was happening made me more clear-headed and sober than I had all night.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” announced Demi. “I give you a pair of truly brave costumers. Give them a round of applause.”

There was a smattering of stunned clapping. Demi sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to keep you all on such a short leash, but the thoughts I’m hearing are just too extreme. A thousand years ago the peasants were much more willing to make the best of a good thing!”

She turned back toward me, fixing me with her gaze, and whispered, “And it is good, isn’t it? Admire your Elise, those those powerful thighs, those tits high on her chest...”

“She’s not... mine...” I mumbled between pants, still recovering.

“Oh but she is!” insisted Demi. “She’s just a rabbit, and you know what they say about rabbits.”

I looked over at Elise. She was almost unrecognizable. Her legs were substantial, muscular limbs powered by tight, corded muscles under a thin layer of fine white fur. Her tail no longer glowed in the dark but the bright green matched her hair. Her toned arms had become more delicate, making her newly larger tits look even bigger in comparison. I couldn’t miss the hard bullets pressed against her mostly-ruined tank top. She leaned back just a bit, just starting to relax from her transformation, and the rip down the center of her shirt enlarged just a bit, revealing a wide valley of furred cleavage. I watched her chest rise and fall as she panted. I felt a stirring in what remained of my pants. A large stirring.

Demi turned to face her. “And Elise, you know what they say about horses...”

Elise-the-rabbit gave me a glazed look with her big eyes, her ears back submissively. She shook her head, trying to clear it.

“What... is happening to me?” she gasped.

“Oh, my dear, isn’t is obvious?” asked Demi.

Elise looked me up and down, but mostly up as I now towered over her. Finally her eyes locked on to my crotch and watched me as it lurched. My cock was straining against my ruined pants, and I knew she wanted to see it but I made no motion to touch it.

“But... I don’t...” she protested.

Demi put her mouth up to my twitching ear and whispered. “Do it.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I leaned over, grabbed both sides of the torn collar on Elise’s shirt, and finished the job in one quick tear. Elise gasped in shock. My new arms pulled the shirt apart like wrapping paper. Elise’s large tits burst triumphantly into view. She put her hands on them, trying to cover herself, but her small hands barely covered any of the expanse.

“Oh God, Tim, you can’t just do that, stop it!” she hissed. I thought she looked more embarrassed than anything.

The crowd around us began to murmur. I could see one of the guys who had already removed his pants stroking himself idly.

“Why not? I just did,” I said.

I pushed Elise’s hand away so I could touch her myself. She grabbed my arm, trying to pull me away, but I barely noticed. It felt more like she was gently stroking the hard muscle of my bicep. I squeezed her tit hard, like I was testing a water balloon for leaks, and when I thumbed her nipple a shiver shot through her body and she cried out. I grinned and did it again, causing her to writhe back and forth on the chair.

“Isn’t this an intense experience? I’d say you’re enjoying it,” I chuckled.

My cock poked lewdly above the waistband of my pants, the blunt head already leaking precum and still rising. I stopped fondling Elise’s tits long enough to wrench my pants open and pull my underwear out of the way. My cock sprung free, nearly hitting her in the face. It was more than twice the size it had been, although not much thicker. The lower half was the same brown color as the mask I had chosen for myself and halfway up it suddenly transitioned to a fleshy pink. The end was a blunt cap, more like a battering ram than the soft round tip I was used to. The veins that ran its length were pulsing, rapidly filling its mass with blood. Elise was mesmerized by the sight, her jaw slack and showing the cutest pair of buck teeth I’d ever seen.

“Jerk it,” I huffed, my chest rumbling.

Elise bit her lip with her big teeth.

“You want to. Jerk it,” I repeated.

Elise touched me hesitantly, squeezing my dick gently and looking at me with those big, scared bunny eyes. I wasn’t even fully hard yet and her hand couldn’t wrap around it. It was like she was wearing the softest gloves. I put my hand over hers and squeezed hard, stroking up and down a bit to show her. She tried it with both of her small hands wrapped around the shaft, her tits bouncing as she moved, but she just couldn’t make enough contact.

My buddies in the carnivore costumes began to gather around us, openly stroking their human cocks. A few of the women were starting to get in to it too, palming a tit or just staring, looking flushed. Demi went around to some of the guys, putting her arms over their shoulders and asking if they were enjoying themselves. They responded by gasping as their own costumes started grafting to their skins. Elise and I weren’t the only ones getting the upgrade.

Frustrated with my hand-job, I pulled back and tried to kneel over my bunny girl. I wasn’t used to my new hooves and I fell over, landing on top of her and knocking her and the chair over to the side. It landed with a thud and she yelped. I caught myself before I dropped my full weight on top of her, ending up over her with my elongated dick laying along the length of her chest. She looked a little dazed, but seeing that cock nestled between her globes I didn’t really need her participation at the moment.

I tell you, if you ever have the chance to have a horse cock, take it. With my balls at her belly button, the shaft was right between her tits and the head was right near her mouth. I reached over and squashed her tits around me and thrust my powerful hips in short strokes. The feeling of fur on skin was heaven, and after bumping against her mouth a few time she finally opened up a bit. She made a couple of experimental licks at the top of my cock and even though there was no hope of her fitting me in her mouth she quickly had me making embarrassing whickering noises. I felt tickling at the back of my legs and realized I had grown a tail and it was twitching with a mind of its own.

I decided to spare a hand for her and reached between her legs to feel her snatch. Her crotch felt tiny in my huge hand. She was drenched. One of my thick fingers slipped easily in her cunt and she ground against me, any pretense of pushing me away forgotten. I finger fucked her for a while, enjoying watching her thrash around on the ground and seeing her tits sway and jiggle as she moved. I pulled upward on the front wall of her pussy, and besides driving her crazy she used her legs to push against me hard.

By this point my cock was aching, so I wasted no time in backing up and grabbing my cock to get it in position. My heavy sack swung like wrecking balls as I positioned myself to fuck her. Elise crunched forward in anticipation, holding on to one tit for dear life. Aiming my weapon was humorously difficult, and after shifting a couple times I was able to slide the end of my cock across her pussy lips to get it properly lubed.

“Please...” she whispered, rocking back and forth.

I tapped my cock head on her pussy a couple times. “Please... what?”

“Please...” she repeated. “Fuck me.”

I smiled. “That’s a good bunny.”

Finally aligned with the lips of her cunt, I pushed the flat head against her opening, unsure if she could spread wide enough to take me. I leaned in to it, and she gasped as her lips yielded to me. I pushed forward inside, and then forward, and forward, and forward slowly sinking as far as my long cock could go. Her tight cunt stretched only reluctantly, and hit bottom before I could get balls deep. Elise tensed, her muzzle dropped open and her eyes tightly shut. She arched her back, serving her tits on a platter for all to see. I enjoyed the view and pulled out slowly, the length of my dick streaked in her fluids. I pushed back in and started increasing my tempo, my muscular thighs relishing the exercise. There was a gasp from the crowd, and I saw several females fingering themselves at the sight.

A wolf-man approached with alpha-male confidence and knelt down over my bunny’s mouth, offering his balls for her to lick. He was now completely transformed as we were, his canine head meeting broad furred shoulders and chiseled chest. His cock was bright red and spear-shaped, dripping precum on her neck. Elise eagerly opened up and inhaled his furry sack, slurping him noisily, grunting as I continued fucking her. A silky-black German Shepard knelt next to her, guiding her hand toward his cock and bending over to lick a massive tit.

Elise stroked him furiously and reached out her other hand, flailing to find something else to grab. She made contact with the athletic tit of a cat-girl, also fully transformed and bending over like a slinky, her tail waving in the air. Elise, unable to see anything but the ass crack of the wolf she was sucking, explored the small, compact body of the cat, and I got even more turned on watching them explore each other and be explored. Another rabbit girl, fascinated with me, came over and started stroking my mane and tail. It felt incredible.

Off to the side I could see Demi sitting in the other chair admiring the scene with a girl between her legs licking her snatch. Demi stroked the girl’s mouse ears idly and seemed to be enjoying the view well enough. Around me I could hear people making sounds similar to what I and Elise had made as they went through their own transformations.

As the sounds of fucking increased around me I felt a tightness all along my shaft and deep into my balls that was like nothing I’d felt before. One last thrust into her cunt and I came, feeling the rush of cum up my cock and deep inside her. I pulsed twice more, and still I was spasming. Cum started leaking out the edges of her stretched-out vagina and I pulled out, shooting twice more all over her tits and the hands of the cat girl and german shepherd. The volume was incredible and I made sure she got it all, working the last drops out and on to her. Elise released the other cocks she was holding and nudged the wolf out of the way so she could lick me off her boobs, but there was so much she gave up and just started rubbing it into her fur.

There was a bit of a race as the wolf and the german shephard both wanted to fuck her next. There was the briefest of moments as the two growled at each other, and somehow in an instant the german shephard decided he had lost. The wolf knelt before Elise, gripped his spear, and impaled her in one quick stroke. Elise’s eyes rolled back into her head and groaned in contentment.

“Oh godddddd...” she moaned as a male tiger joined the party and presented his dick to her palm.

The party was quickly losing all sense of inhibited humanity as the everything in the zoo started fucking everything else. I surveyed the scene, my hand still on my cock, realizing I wasn’t going limp. Off to the side I saw the Catwoman eagerly sucking the surprisingly long prick of the ninja turtle. Her ass was in the air, her tail drifting back and forth like a hypnotist’s watch.

I looked over at Demi and saw her ass was also pointed in my direction as she feasted upon the mouse girl she’d been enjoying earlier. At the same time she was enjoying the ministrations of several females who were taking turns licking her all over her body.

Proceeded by my substantial erection I approached our hostess and crouched behind her. The females attending to her made room for me but mostly continued giving Demi their attention. I watched her ass for a moment as it swayed, her wet cunt winking at me invitingly. I grabbed her tail roughly and pulled her pussy onto my dick in one movement, her hot lips parting easily for me. The mixture of my cum and Elise’s juices left me slick and warm. She hissed but made no movement to cease pleasing the mouse in front of her.

I stroked lazily into her, savoring the raw heat from her body. “Before I thought yours was the best costume,” I said, “but it isn’t one is it?”

Demi detached herself from the girl but didn’t look at me. “Of course not, dear.”

I pushed all the way into her, past the point of what seemed physically possible, until my sack was against her pussy. I ground against her a little and she betrayed a small gasp. I smiled. “I knew you’d give a guy the cock you want for yourself.”

Demi turned to look at me over her shoulder and the hunger I saw there scared me. She glanced at the females around her and they immediately withdrew, giving us room.

“Oh you think you’re enough for me now? Well since you’re so eager to give me a proper ride by all means.”

Her body tensed, and my body was ripped through with fire like I’d felt before, but this time I was convinced I was going to die. I felt as if my chest was being ripped in half, and I lurched up and then down again, landing with my arms on either side of the demoness. I tried to get up, but my fingers were stuck together and I had a terrible feeling I knew what was going to happen next. My whole trunk grew long and straight as my arms froze and began to turn into front legs. I was turning into a thoroughbred stallion. All the while my cock was buried in Demi’s snatch and it was growing larger, thicker.

Demi was loving every second. “Mmmmm it truly never gets old, the feeling of them growing inside you.”

I tried to say something in response, but my horse form had no human characteristics left. I was trapped. Demi smiled. “Ah, yes, they do always get quieter at this point. Now keep fucking, dear.”

My brain was consumed with the feeling surrounding my dick. I chuffed and whinnied, backing up slightly and relishing the feeling of my immense meat sliding wetly out. I couldn’t see my dick anymore, and in fact I couldn’t even see Demi. She was underneath me somewhere, her tail tickling my underside. I flexed my dick and resumed thrusting in to her with my tool, my hips punching in short, violent strokes. The moans I heard beneath me spoke only of total pleasure. Her pussy tightened around my cock and the heat I felt increased again, sending me over the edge. I whinnied and felt a gush as cum sprayed out of my dick and deep inside her. She continued to milk me, and when I felt my cock regain hardness again and she started fucking back onto me, I knew I was in for a long night.

I felt a hand against my face, and I turned to see Elise stroking me gently. She smiled, her buck teeth showing. Her fur was a comical mess, matted flat from cum. I was surprised she could walk, but you know what they say about rabbits. I made more embarrassing horses noises and she gently guided my head to her breast, which I licked with a surprisingly large tongue. She sighed, then looked over her shoulder and nodded to the canine who’d started groping her tit. He lifted her leg and began to fuck her.

Things start to get hazy for me at this point. I think my mind started to take the shape of the dumb beast whose form I’d been given. All I know is that Demi next took me in the ass and then passed me around to any of the girls who would have me, and I had a lot of takers. I definitely remember seeing a drop of sunlight on the far wall as I came for the countless time.

The next thing I remember is waking in the side room full of pillows. I slapped myself in the face and started poking all of my limbs. I seemed to be in one human piece. There were other unconscious and snoring bodies strewn about the place, and I wasted no time getting out of there. In the hallway that housed the costumes I found an old ren-faire tunic to cover myself with, and I somehow got home without being arrested for vagrancy.

It’s been one year since that experience, and since then I’ve wondered if it was just a drug trip, or a fever dream, or some sort of combination. There’s only one way to find out. I got an invite to the party tonight, and I’m going. This time I bought a costume ahead of time. It was expensive, but I bet it will win—no one last year went as a dragon.