Circe’s Harem, Part 9 (Men to Animal-Anthro Girls TFTG)

Final part!

By FoxFaceStories

An Anonymous Commission

A group of four male friends on a cruise become stranded on Circe’s island of Aeaea. The lonely sorceress has grown tired of turning visitors into animals, however, and decides to transform the four of them into pretty anthro-animal girls instead! Will they resist her call to become her new harem, or will they fall headlong into the pleasures she offers their new bodies?

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Chapter 9: Final Acceptance

It was obvious to Derek and Tom that their two friends had slept with Circe the previous night. Not only were the sounds audible - much to their own envy - but Brianne was now going by her new name, and she smelled of sex and womanliness. There was no denying her femaleness, and she walked about as naked as Giana did, proud and free, running laps around the fields in the morning and working up a pleasant sweat. The pair of them, along with Circe, ate happily in the morning, each flirting openly with one another, with Circle even grabbing Brianne’s tale and making the horse girl whinny in unexpected delight. The goddess had kissed both of them, and these were not gentle, timid kisses, but ones that promised future passion, likely well before the sun crossed the horizon’s boundary.

“Fucking oinking lucky,” Derek said as he ate his vegetables.

“I know, right?” Tom said, still wincing at his now-incredibly sore breasts and full udder. “And we get the worst end of it.”

His lower mammary was even more swollen than before, his head-sized boobs as well. They were so full that they were even barely jiggling; the skin beneath the fur was tight, and his sac too. He’d woken up with milk in his bed, and had almost succumbed to the desire to milk himself, but had held off. He knew it might transform him further. He refused to allow that to happen, now matter how completely uncomfortable he was.

Still, Derek showed hesitation, looking across the far end of the long table where the three lovers were laughing and sharing food to one another, as if they were all married in some kind of polygamous relationship. 

“Maybe . . . maybe we don’t have it all bad.”

“You’re a mooing pig! I’m becoming a c-cow! I am a cow! With milk! And you’ve lost all your moo-uscles! You can’t tell me this sucks!”

Derek bit his lip, snorting a little as he ate some more fruit. “I know, but . . . it doesn’t feel all that bad. I mean, I was looking at myself in the mirror and I kinda look cute. I mean, I was never into super curvy girls when I was in college, and I passed up the opportunity to fuck one with big tits and a soft belly when I was on the cruise, even though she was hot as hell. But maybe I can be oinking hot myself, y’know? Like, if I’m stuck like this, and those three are having so much fun, would it be the worst thing to be proud of myself?”

Tom frowned. He scratched one of his horns, annoyed that they had grown another half-inch in the night. His tail was longer too. And the less said about how wide his hips were, the better. The only good thing about that was that it at least gave more room for his udder now that he had more of a thigh gap, though that came with its own embarrassments. They were already quite thick thighs, after all.

“That’s just the moo-agic,” he spat. “I felt the same in my damn dreams last night. I wanted to be a sexy producing cow. A gal with huge tits lactating all over the place, getting milked by Circe. Mooo . . . it sounds so f-fucking hot even now. That’s why I have to fight it. I don’t want to be proud of this, moo-an. I was a rich tough guy! Not as tough as you, but I wasn’t producing milk for other people. I wasn’t some placid cow. And now I’ll be - nghh!”

He grunted as a stream of milk was expelled from his udder. He’d pushed his thighs together too slowly, and with his udder so swollen, it was impossible not to press against its expanse, squeezing the milk out of his teats.

“Fuuuuuck,” he grunted.

“Are you beautiful darlings okay?” Circe asked.

Neither had noticed her approach. She was wearing a warm orange dress today, one that looked like it embodied summer itself. Her breasts were pushed up by it, forming a magnificent pair of globes, and the hem was very short, leaving her thighs fully on display. It was practically deliberate how much she was tempting them.

“F-fine,” Tom said. “Just keeping a lot of my moo-ilk in.”

“I can help you, if you’d like. With the milking. I promise it will be a most . . . sensual affair.”

Tom moved quickly, jumping to his hooves and letting his ropey tail slide out of his maternity-style chiton. “N-no thanks! I’ve got to go. I’m gonna find another way off of this island.”

He moved away, and Circe’s expression was briefly wan before she turned to Derek. “Derek, I’m going to be plain and speak an obvious truth. Last night I slept with Brianne and Giana. Tonight, I would have you. Or earlier. If you wish, the mud baths are open for you to experience, regardless of your choice. But my loins are aflame with lust for your delightful form, and my birds told me that you were speaking of pride in your body. Embrace that pride. It is a body you have the power to love almost as much as I will.”

She rubbed his belly with her hand, then slowly raised it to cup Derek’s chest. The pig-girl oinked a little in surprise, but did not fight it. She snorted in bliss as the woman thumbed her nipple, squeezing it a little. She closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure.

“Think about it,” the goddess whispered.

Derek did, whether he wanted to or not. In fact, it was all he could think about. This woman was hotter than any he had ever known, and she promised literally heavenly sex for life. If he embraced it, he wouldn’t be a jock or a man or even human anymore. Still, was there anything more alpha and powerful than banging the hottest lady on the planet?

Maybe it was just all about how you framed a situation, he thought.

***

Derek lowered his pink, thick body into the mud bath. He felt immediately like he was melting into it, becoming part of it. It was a heavenly sensation, and it lessened some of his own weight. He was pudgy, but he wouldn’t describe himself necessarily as fat. More voluptuous and curvaceous, with a beautifully soft belly that was, surprisingly, quite sensitive and erotic in its own way. His hunger was bigger now, but so was his desire to just relax, be lazy and carefree, and simply be.

So he rested in the mud, uncaring about how female he looked, or that he had a pig’s nose and ears. Instead, he oinked happily, grunting with satisfaction as he squeezed his large breasts together, both of them so fat and full, easily E-cups in size. He felt his ass, which was somehow just as delicate and wonderful to touch.

“God, I’ve got one massive oinking ass. It’s so fucking hot.”

He started to feel himself. It couldn’t be helped. Circe was on his mind. Circe was at the centre of his thoughts. He knew what was coming; the ripple of transformation was already there, but the acceptance was too. She’d promised pleasure, and this was the final step. The doorway to the mud baths opened, but still Derek did not open his eyes. Instead he simply stroked his manhood, pushing it in until it entered back into him, his testicles followed.

“Mnnhmmmm,” the new pig girl moaned, feeling her vagina form, her labial lips and clitoris following. “Ahhhh . . . you’ve c-come to see me?”

“Of course,” Circe said. “I had hoped you would be doing exactly this.”

“It feels good, now that it’s - ahh! - doing. Oink! Ohhh, f-fuck. It’s sensitive.”

She looked up at Circe. The woman was already entirely naked, and sliding into the mud bath with her. Something about her bare breasted form joining Derek in her own ‘home ground’ made her new loins lustful. They seeped, becoming wet fast, and her fat pink nipples distended, yearning to be sucked and twisted and gripped.

“Oink! Snort! F-fuck. I’ve never felt this much in need. I want you to f-fuck me. Right here, in the mud. Is that crazy.”

Circe drew close, pressing her naked form against Derek and running her fingers over the pig-girl’s form, lowering over to grip her ass, her fingers lost in the impressive flesh. Derek whined at this; it felt too good. 

“It’s not crazy at all, my cute piggy. I want that too. For the others, my bed is perfect. For you, the mud is where I wish to be. It will only heighten our pleasure. Let me show you.”
Derek began to groan, grunt, moan, and cry out in response to what followed. Circe was right; the mud really did make things better, as did her soft folds that allowed Circe to handle her, to grip her stomach. All the better to be a bigger girl.

There was so much more to love, and so much more skin to be sensitive.

When she came, she squealed loudly and proudly. She wasn’t Derek anymore. 

She was Daphne.

Daphne the pig-girl, resting happily in the mud with Circe lying atop her form. Her body had been thoroughly satisfied, and she no longer cared about her little contented snorts, grunts, and oinks. In fact, she’d decided Circe was right.

They were kinda cute. Just like her.

***

Tom despaired. It was bad enough that Brianne and Giana had gone to bed with Circe and were now regularly sleeping with her, but now Daphne had as well. It was far, far too easy to think of his friends by their new names, and it made Tom’s mind occasionally wander, curious about his own. He’d even started reading some of Circe’s texts, curious about female names and legends. The goddess’ magic had allowed him to read the ancient Greek lettering, and part of him had wanted to read more, except that then his breasts had become tense - yet again - followed by his udder - which was always tense, but now even more so.

“Damn it! Mooooo!” he’d cried, dropping the book and waddling away, his hooves clacking upon the marble floor. It was agony. It had been nearly five days now, and he had still managed to resist milking himself. His breasts were full, his udder was full, and they all leaked so continuously. The lack of release was horrific, but he knew that if he allowed himself that pleasure, he might never want it to stop. He continued to dream of a peaceful life as a cowgirl, the goddess there to drain him of his milk, making him a her. It would be ecstasy, but he couldn’t allow it. His pride was simply too great.

So instead he had to endure the snorts and oinks of Daphne waddling along beside Circe, letting her big butt bounce without shame, totally naked but for the occasional bit of ‘beauty mud’ she hadn’t scraped off, or that Circe had playfully left on her. The pair were often together, but then so were Brianne and Giana. The wolf woman hunted across the meadows, bringing gifts and sacrifices for Circe, while Brianne ran great circuits, herding the horses and putting on fine displays. They were all so . . . happy.

“What am I moo-issing?” Tom groaned, seeing them at the table, eating and laughing and drinking wine merrily together.

She knew what she was missing, of course. All she had to do was stop being so stubborn and embrace her changes. Hell, she’d made some progress on that front already, despite her own resistance. In secret, Tom sometimes posed in front of her mirror, viewing her soft cowgirl form. Circe had continued to approach her, checking in on her, remarking on her beauty and her ‘lovely assets.’ Her honeyed words had made Tom blush from the attention, and now the future cowgirl couldn’t help but look at her reflection and . . . consider it. Perhaps even admiring it. Yes, she was a thicker girl, but she didn’t have Daphne’s piggish pudge. Instead, she had the body of, well, a straight up MILF, as she would have put it. She had the thick thighs, the kind that ‘save lives,’ and hot momma hips, not to mention a rack that any guy would kill to have . . . were it not furry. Her fur coat was soft and comfy, and for some reason her damn animal instincts wanted her to be proud of her udder. It was the reason she had been so resistant to milking herself.

What if it felt too good?

***

Tom was out in the field, staring at the cows. It was hard not to like them. They had a kind of . . . placidity about them. A serenity, perhaps. A happiness that he appreciated, and that his instincts longed for.

“M-moooo,” he moaned. His nipple were tensing again, his udder pushing to breaking point. He was so full of milk it was horrific. Why couldn’t he have become a wolf? Ugh! And why did his three friends have to disappear to fuck Circe yet again, leaving him to be all alone and-

“I’ve had enough of this.”

Tom spun, causing his massive mammaries to bounce in his dress, and his udder to slap again against his thighs. Circe was standing there. To his shock, she was entirely naked, her perfect form on full display. She truly was celestial, and it made Tom instantly shiver from arousal. His nipples tensed even more, releasing more pearly white fluid, and her udder similarly bulged, straining to contain its immense produce. 

“Moo! What are you - what are you doing?”

Circe stepped forward, all grace, all elegance. She moved right up to Tom, invading his personal space, to the point where her impressive bust was almost touching his massive one. Tom realised he was still taller than the goddess, especially with her horns and her personal bulk. Her tail swayed, its ropey end hitting the edge of a fencepost harmlessly, reminding her of yet another way her body had changed.

No, his. 

God, for just a moment, he’d thought of himself as a her, just being in Circe’s presence.

“I said,” he repeated, voice a rather beautiful contralto. “What are you doing?”

Circe narrowed her eyes. “Bow,” she said.

“I don’t - what?”

“BOW!”

Tom kneeled instantly, feeling the magic of Circe’s true power. Her udder pressed against the grass, hanging heavily so that its teats slid against the ground. More milk excreted to the ground, but not nearly enough. Tom looked up at Circe, whose eyes were glowing, whose red hair was crackling with power. And yet despite her fierce command and dominating aura, her expression was one of pure kindness and love.

“You are among the most stubborn of mortals I have ever met, Tom,” Circe said. “Almost equal to Odysseus himself. I’ve had my goat out here watching you each day, and you still refuse to milk yourself and embrace my gifts. Even a goddess can err, and now I realise I have. Where the others came to me willingly, like Giana, or through kind persuasion, like with Daphne and Brianne, you are different. You have always been privileged. You have always known what it is to be in command. It is time for you to recognise your new hierarchy: I am your goddess now, and you shall be my loved companion, my lover, the maker of life’s nectar, the bringer of milk. A blessed bovine beauty. And you will accept this. You need someone to order you, because that is what you respect. Isn’t it?”

Tom swallowed. “I-”

“You need a master - a mistress - one who will show you who is command. All you have to do is say the word, and I will show you the way. Say it, Tom. Say it for me now.”

Tom gulped. She took a heavy breath, her mind already female once more. She could feel her penis wanting to slide back inside her body. One word, and it would occur. One word, and she would have it all.

Fuck it, she thought. Her tits were too full anyway. And now Circe had laid down the law. That, she could respect. It was enough to push her over the edge.

“Please,” Tom whispered. “Command me. Moo-ilk me. Please.”

Circe grinned, and then lowered herself down onto the grass. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly there were two very large pails in front of her. Tom gasped.

“Th-that moo-uch?” she managed.

Circe’s grin widened. “Let’s just say you’ve been storing up more than your fair share. Now moo as loudly as you want. This is going to be very relieving.”

Before Tom could say another word, Circe grabbed a teat and pulled on it. 

“MUUUHHHH!”

It was even more cow-sounding than usual, but the relief was unbelievable. A long, warm stream of milk poured from her teat, followed by another, then again from the left, then again from the right. Tug, tug, tug, tug; Circe worked her teats expertly, leaving Tom to moan and whine, her enormous jugs wobbling as she shook her shoulders from the sheer passion of it all. More milk dripped from them, and without thinking she started groping and squeezing them, leaving more milk to shower . . . all over Circe.

“I’m s-soooo sorry! Mwuhh!”

But Circe just licked the milk from her fingers and where it had gotten her in the face.

“Then I shall just have to work faster,” Circe said. 

She tugged more, causing Tom to whine. Circe was in full command, and she pressed Tom’s body against the fencing, licking her nipples and drinking from them directly, suckling greedily. Tom gripped Circe in turn, letting her do what she wanted, returning what ecstasy she could as her goddess directed her to do. She hadn’t even noticed that her penis had slipped back inside of herself until Circe slipped her fingers inside of her new pussy.

“M-MOOOOO! MWUUHHHH!” 

It was glorious. How had she fought this for so long? Why had she fought this?

“Now don’t disobey your mistress,” Circe said. “Give me the worship I am owed, Theodora.”

The now completed cowgirl moaned, in love with her new body at last, and wishing she hadn’t wasted time avoiding this perfect fate.

“I will!” she promised, kissing Circe in return. She fondled the goddess’ breasts, caressing her form, and then raised one breast to her mistress’ mouth. Circe drank more, and together their euphoria continued.

***

It had been several days since Tom had changed and become Theodora, and the four former men were now happily a group of anthro-animal girls, each totally devoted to their new lives on Aeaea, and even more so to their goddesses. Each had transformed, guided not just by their instincts and bodily alterations but by the changes they needed to have in order to truly belong.

The scrawny, nerdy Gavin had become the dominant, powerful Giana, intelligent and scientific but also a huntress of the night, and an appreciator of magic.

The timid, sickly Brandon had turned into the confident, energetic Brianne, no longer constrained to small rooms but wild and free, roaming where she wanted.

The strong jock Derek had changed into the pudgy, carefree Daphne, having forgotten her fitness and alpha male obsessions and embraced a playful hedonism.

And now, last of all, there was the rich leader of the group Tom, who had transformed into Theodora, a submissive cowgirl who delighted in having her udder milked and to follow her mistress’ orders.

Circe was surrounded by her darlings, and they had brought her such joy already. She rode upon her favoured horse alongside Brianne. She milked Theodora, giggling as the milk spilled in their passion. She lay back and ate figs and grapes with Daphne, the pair stroking one another before the fireplace. Meanwhile, the interactions between her and Gavin were much more fierce, the wolf woman dominating her in the forest.

But one pure joy remained. It had been so long since Circe had experienced the rapturous celebration of Dionysia: that libertine festival of feasting, drinking, dancing, and sex. It was time to bring it back, and she announced as much to her girls.

“Tonight,” she said, “I shall finally ordain you into the pleasure of your new lives. I will receive my worship, and you will drink and be merry with me! I tire of having you one by one. Tonight, I shall have you all.”

The four girls looked at one another. Giana growled, grinning. Brianne puffed out her chest, having already had the wolf woman present with her once. Daphne, on the other hand, oinked nervously. 

“All . . . of us? I mean . . . together?”

“We are best friends, after all,” Giana said, chuckling.

“I bet I can please her fastest,” Brianne added.

Daphne giggled. “That’s not the boast you think it is! I just - together? Are we okay with that? Theodora?”

The cowgirl lowered a hoof-hand to her udder. She was still getting used to her swollen sac being out in the open, not to mention milking herself occasionally in full view. However, it had prepared her for this. She licked her lips.

“I think it’ll be perfect, if the mistress wants us together. I’ll provide the snacks.”

It took a moment for even Circe to realise what she meant, and when she did,t he goddess burst out laughing.

***

The five drank and were merry. The best apes and chimpanzees had their instruments, and they played a catchy tune that gained in speed with every repetition. The Dionysia was out in a forest clearing, lit by torches, the tables and feast moved to this solitary location beneath the glorious stars. Fireworks danced in the skies, and creatures howled and sang in the forests, providing the wild theatre necessary for such a night.

Giana danced with Circe, almost dragging the goddess up onstage, shocking the others. But the goddess danced a happy jig, fondling her lover’s fur and moving suggestively. Her clothing was barely hanging off of her form, her perfect breasts bouncing almost free of her dress. Her dancing was sensual, her hair free but for the antler crown she wore.

“Come, the rest of you!” she announced. “Drink from your horns, and join us!”

Brianne did almost immediately. Like the sorceress, she moved with grace and elegance, but she stamped her hooves with power and passion, swaying her tail about so that it brushed against Circe. The dance partners switched, and Brianne and Giana starting moving together, holding one another.

“This is kinda hot!” a rather drunk Giana barked.

“Neigh! Totally! Hurry up, you two!”

Daphne took up the challenge. She was no longer ashamed of her wide hips and massive backside: instead she let it wobble as she moved, still drinking and eating grapes even as she swayed. The pig girl oinked with delight, sharing her wine with the goddess, who fondled her naked body. The goddess stripped off her own clothing and shouted to the sky.

“Give me wine! Give me milk and wine! And I’ve already got my wine!”

Theodora had remained submissive on the sidelines, but now was her chance. She was tipsy, slipping on her hooves just a little, but at her goddess’ command she swayed, letting her MILF-like body jiggle its mammaries as she joined the group. Her udder smacked upon her legs, but she didn’t care anymore, not even as it dribbled milk; she’d let herself get very, very full tonight, anticipating the moment it would all come together. In fact, it only added to the music.

“Drinks on the house!” she cried, joining the group. “Join in, girls! Circe first, but this cowgirl’s got plenty to offer!”

Circe indeed moved to grab a large furry breast, and Daphne dared to follow, her hedonistic impulses leading her to drink from Theodora. The cowgirl sank down, having just danced a short while, because soon she was overwhelmed by Brianne and Giana, who caressed her udder. Giana licked at her teats, while Brianne gulped right down. 

“Moooo!” Theodora cried. “Ohhhh f-fuck! Don’t s-stop! Mhmm! OHHH!”

She came, but not before caressing Circe, getting her more in the mood. Giana moved up and kissed the goddess, and Daphne was there too, pressing the goddess against her pudgy body, kissing her perfect stomach while her own protruded happily. She oinked when Circe squeezed her tail, and the hedonistic pig girl returned the favour by squeezing the goddess’ ass, which made the woman moan.

“All of you,” she said, sighing happily. “Now. Get in here . . . and worship me.”

Brianne was upon her first, rubbing Circe’s clit as the goddess lay back in Daphne’s arms, who cradled her from behind. Theodora offered her udder as she kneeled, leaving Circe to drink from it, though the goddess was thankful enough to keep fondling her mammoth breasts which swayed hypnotically. 

And then there was Giana, who joined in Brianne’s motions, licking her clit in alternation with the horse girls’ own ministrations. With her superior reach she raked her claws against Circe’s sides, doing no harm but causing the deity to moan deliciously.

“Yessss,” she proclaimed, entirely surrounded by love and rapture, by worship and sexual bliss. “Thank you, my darlings! Thank you! Thank YOUUUU!!!”

She came, and her radiance meant that her orgasmic ecstasy detonated, spreading among the other women, causing the anthro-girls to cry out animalistically. The beauty of it was indescribable, and more than enough to dispel any doubts over the glory of their new lives, not that any actually remained.

Aeaea was paradise once more. And it would remain so for a long, long, long time.

The End