Circe’s Harem, Part 5 (Men to Animal-Anthro Girls TFTG)

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 5: Building a Boat

Circe manifested back upon the island. She’d never truly left it, of course, but becoming invisible to mortal eyes was an easy skill for any goddess, including those more minor than her. It had been fun to watch them bicker and argue amongst one another, before finally, finally realising that the changes were real. Of course, she was still a little worried that this would go sidewise. She’d never really tried to transform anyone into a future lover before, and besides, what if they continued to resist? What if they warred against their instincts for good?

Circe thought that this would be easy, but Tom was complaining more than ever even as his breasts grew and his manhood shrunk. Gavin and Brandon showed possible prospects, but even the latter was clearly timid about becoming a horse girl. And the less said about Derek the better: his feet were starting to turn to hooves, and he waddled about, perpetually swearing, snorting, and oinking in anger. 

“Maybe this was a mistake,” she said, watching them trek out into the forest. None of them had seen her yet, but she wanted to give them a chance to strike out on their own and see for themselves that her word was true: the magical waters of Aeaea would bring them back to shore no matter how much they tried to escape, as it was the case for her.

Once, she would have cackled at this. The Witch of the Wild Isle, she had once been called. But the age of Odysseus was long over, and now she found herself feeling oddly . . . sorry for them. Compassionate. Her heart leapt out to them, in fact, as they struggled with their changes. 

“I’ll show them paradise, Odyssea,” she said to her goat, who had come for more scratches. The nanny was happily pregnant, yet again, and this put her in good spirits.

“They’ll understand, as you once did,” she said, scratching the fur behind the goat’s horns, eliciting more joyful bleats from her. “I’ll smother them with love, with pleasure, with affection, with everything they could possibly want.”

But all who came to Aeaea had to be changed. It was simply the rule of the place. That was the thing about Gods and Goddesses: they were as much ruled by their domains as they were masters of them. She could no more leave the four young men as mortal humans as she could escape Aeaea itself. No, her power demanded that they be changed, but she gave them the mercy and beauty of new, wondrous forms.

“I’ll spoil them,” she said, watching them trying to cut down a section of a tree and failing badly at it. “My darlings, just look at them. They’re going to be so beautiful and they don’t even know it. By the powers of Olympus, I actually . . . I actually hope they forgive me and come to love it. I have such hopes riding on them.”

And they were starting to look most interesting.

***

The work was slow, awkward, and often embarrassing. Occasionally, one of the four had to stop as another ripple of change came over them, often in response to following some instincts, or acting too much like a beast of burden, or simply massaging a part of themselves too much.

Tom was a particular victim of this. His breasts were already larger than any of the others. He’d slept with more than a few women in his life; hell, he’d slept with five alone on the cruise before things turned to disaster. Flash a bit of rich family cash and a lot of girls went gaga for you, at least that’s how he found it to be. He often went for shallow types with voluptuous bodies and big tits. Now, that fondness was being turned against him. Tom’s breasts had not been covered in fur yet - the Holstein coat had circumnavigated them, for now - and that allowed him to assess their size when he looked over his naked body in the bath, when he dressed himself, or simply when he had to cup them while striding over a rocky landscape or up a hill. They bounced and jostled, their size placing his nipples further out from his chest than he was used to, which was weird enough.

“Definitely C-cups,” Derek had seen him when Tom had privately asked for an inspection.

“Bullshit.”

“Well, not bull, in your case.”

“Oh shut up. There’s no way these are C’s! C’s are - they’re ample!”

“Well, from here, you’re looking pretty ample, and mine a goddamn oinking B’s, for sure. Trust me, I’m an expert in bra sizes. I’ve unclasped more than you have.”

Tom hated to admit it, but his friend was right. Which made it all the worst how goddamn sensitive and sore they were. He felt an instinct to constantly massage them, feeling up his tits and occasionally mooing quietly - or loudly, in private - to the sheer bliss that resulted from doing so. 

Which only meant they grew further.

“M-moooo!” he cried, just as they’d tethered another piece of wood to their makeshift raft. “N-no! Oh, f-fuck! It’s happening!”

Everyone froze, though it didn’t come as a surprise: more than even Derek, Tom had found it practically impossible not to feel his new features; the ampleness of his chest had made it hard not to. And now said chest was swelling. It expanded further spreading out. Tom abandoned all sense of shame and threw off his tunic, revealing to all the size of his mammaries. They overflowed his palms, areolas stretching wider. Fur spread along the undersides, rendering them even softer and cuddlier. But they were bigger.

“What the fuck!?” he cried.

“Double-D’s,” Derek said, snorting with a kind of playboy wisdom. “I’d bet my little curly tail on it. “Congrats, Tom, you’re now a stacked girl.”

“I am not!”

Gavin, to his own surprise, actually snickered out loud, which only got a look of exasperation from Tom.

“Something funny, nerd?”

“Sorry,” Gavin said, though he didn’t fully back down. “It’s just . . . your boobs are pretty big, man. I’m not expert in sizes-”

“Because you’re a virgin.”

“-but those are definitely big. And I trust Derek in this matter.”

“Told you,” the jock added. He even stepped up next to Tom and pulled up his robe, revealing his own plump, pink breasts. They weren’t exactly small, but neither were they the size of Tom’s larger bust.

“Fuck this!” Tom whined. “Fuck all of you! I couldn’t help making them bigger: they’re so goddamn sore and sensitive. I’d like to see you try and deal with this.”

“We’re all, um, dealing with this,” Brandon reminded him.

“Yeah, but at least you’re growing muscles, instead of losing them. Derek, don’t laugh, you’re losing out here too, man.”

“I - snort! - know that, dude! But fuck me for at least trying to keep the mood up, right?”

Tom kicked some rocks, frustrated. Derek’s own mood turned foul. Brandon and Gavin exchanged a glance; it was odd, to suddenly be the leaders of the group, and having to deal with the insecurities of the normally two most confident members.

“We should keep working on the boat,” Gavin said. “Another day or two and we can be ready. I don’t know if it will fix us, but-”

“It will,” Tom declared, putting his robe back on but unable to disguise his impressive, palm-filling bust. “It has to. I’m not getting stuck as some big-titted cow man-chick for the rest of my life.”

“So you do admit that they’re big?” Derek teased.

That started the whole argument again. Gavin could only sigh and stare deep into the forest. He’d rather be out there, stalking through it, hunting deer, than here. But he waved those thoughts away. He’d always valued his intelligence. He wouldn’t lose it now.

***

The boat was nearly finished, but it had been rainy yesterday, and the ground was wet and muddy. While helping lash together some of the wood, Derek had tripped up. His feet had been getting more and more fused together, and it wouldn’t be long before he had pig’s hooves for feet, a fact that alarmed him greatly. It also meant that when he tripped, it was almost impossible to regain his footing, especially since his stomach had been slowly swelling further, making him now appear pudgy, instead of simply no longer fit. He squealed just like a pig as he went down, splashing into the mud. Because of the current warm weather, the mud was surprisingly warm and inviting. The others laughed a little, except for Brandon who had always been the nicest of them.

“Are you alright, dude?” he asked, scratching at the stump at the base of his spine.

“I’m f-fine. I’m . . . really fine, actually. It’s warm.”

“Yeah, we’ll get you some different clothes, man. Um, does anyone know where we can get Derek some more robes? I guess I can run back to the estates?”

But Derek wasn’t listening. The future pig-girl was letting the warm mud trickle between her hand-hooves, fascinated by it.

“Sooooo warm,” he said, voice cracking a little. He cupped more mud and slapped it against his chest, but it wasn’t enough. To Brandon’s confusion, Derek then removed his robe entirely, followed by his underwear, and then laid down in the mud, splashing it over himself and moaning almost orgasmically, as if finally given release. This was the life, he felt; no need to constantly maintain one’s body, no endless training regimen that will end up destroying his knees in a few years. No more obsession over being the strongest, the hottest, the most powerful. Here, he could just be carefree. The only thing missing was some good salad to chow down on hedonistically and-

“DEREK!”

The pig-man opened his eyes, realising what was happening, but it was too laid.

“Nghh! OINK! SNORT! C’mon! It’s only been TWO DAYS! That wasn’t f-fair!”

But Circe’s magic didn’t care what was fair and what was not. Instead, it spread through his system, causing further change. He groaned, snorting as his nose finally became a full pig’s snout - not just pig-like, but fully porcine, wide and dominating his face. It stuck out a little, and looked surprisingly cute on his features, especially as they became more feminine: his blonde hair grew out, becoming softer despite the mud in it, and his jaw reformed itself, losing its square shape to have a more gentle, feminine curve. He almost looked like a slightly pudgy, rather pretty woman in his features, especially since his eyelashes had grown.

Other changes occurred as well. He groaned as his hips widened, and again as his breasts expanded to a full D-cup, the kind of boobs he previously loved to cop a feel of. His nipples were now a dark shade of pink, and impressively large, with wide areolas that felt like dish plates in size to him. They weren’t, of course, but he was simply unused to having erogenous sensation there, let alone over such a wider area. 

He tried to climb out of the mud, only to stumble as his feet changed more, becoming full hooves. The feeling in his toes disappeared almost entirely, causing him to stumble and fall as he had to become even more pig-like. These were not like his fingers at all; he had full-on animal hooves. He even had little dew claws that seemed to serve no purpose at all. 

Couple all of this with skin that was even pinker than before, and a set of ears that were longer and unable to be hidden away, and Derek was thoroughly humiliated. His crotch was covered in mud, but he’d felt his manhood withdraw further. He didn’t even want to think about how small his cock was now, or how empty his balls were. He wasn’t even capable of erections anymore, not that his hoof-hands were very good at grasping his penis; he was still getting used to manipulating them.

“Um, Derek?” Brandon asked, whinnying a little with concern. 

Tom actually let out a bovine moo in surprise.

Gavin wisely said nothing. His more intelligent mind had determined that by this point, Derek was certainly over half-way to his fate, possibly further along than any of them, even Tom, but this was not worth bringing up. Instead, he extended a clawed hand to his jock friend to help him up. Shamed, Derek actually took it, which surprised Gav. The pig-man didn’t want to admit that he literally couldn’t get out of the sticky mud puddle; his muscles had given way to curvaceous fat deposits in too many places, and it was too comfortable besides.

“Don’t say a fucking word,” he warned them, before taking some cloth they had stripped off for a sail from Brandon. “Thanks, buddy,” he said, his voice genuine. “Okay, so I’m fatter. I’m pinker. I’m a snorting pink man. My ass feels like it’s starting to blow up. Anything I missed?”

“Your boobs are bigger,” Tom said, eager for some revenge after his own change.

“Yours are still the more impressive pair, cowgirl.”

“Hey!” Gavin called, making Brandon jump to the side and capturing the attention of the other two. He was surprised at his own audacity, but his wolf-like instincts compelled him to leave. “Are we just gonna argue, or are we going to keep making this raft? This is what Circe wants; to keep us arguing amongst ourselves until we hate each other, and then when we’re alone, we all change further.”

“Actually, that’s not true at all.”

The four gasped as a purple mist spread from the other side of their clearing. Emerging from it was Circe, once more garbed in her green dress, her gorgeous form on display, her red hair weaved into an elaborate and beautiful style. Despite their anger at their own emasculation, none of the young men could avoid appreciating her otherworldly beauty, not to mention her impressive cleavage. The front of her chiton fell low, making it appear as if her own bountiful bosom, equal to Tom’s own, might be freed at any moment. Even her footsteps were slow, commanding, and sensual, her bare thighs shown off thanks to the slits along her dress. Now that they knew she was a goddess, it was truly obvious. She was perfection incarnate, and Derek nearly lost his balance on his new hooves just looking at her. Brandon did, and thankfully was able to grab onto a tree.

Gavin, however, managed to rally against his desire for her, and actually growled. It was enough to make Tom fold his hairy arms beneath his slightly furry breasts, and frown.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

She shrugged. Such a simple, yet elegant gesture, one that made them look at her bare shoulders, as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Is it my island, after all. And my prison. And my charge. I have the right to go where I wish: I know every corner of Aeaea, which is how I’ve been able to watch you these past days.

Gavin was gobsmacked. “You’ve been watching us this whole time!?”

“Of course. I had to make sure you weren’t hurt, that nothing bad happened to you.”

“I’ve got TITS!” Tom screamed. He cupped his large breasts, trying not to wince at their combined pressure, sensation, and soreness. “I’m growing a tail! I’ve got horns on my head!”

“I’m getting a horsehead,” Brandon mused, though he kicked at the dust as he said it, a little nervous to directly speak back to the goddess. “And I won’t even get a horse . . . you know.”

He looked down below his small breasts to where his crotch was.

Circe gave a tender look to them all. She approached, stepping into the mud, though it didn’t cling to her, simply sliding off and leaving her perfectly clean. 

“I truly am sorry that you are stuck here, but I am also elated to have company. I must change all that come, it is part of my power. A goddess cannot abandon her own domain. But I promise you that I am not the Circe of your now-ancient legends. I do not turn men into mere beasts now. At first I gave others intelligence, like my Odyssea, but now I wish for you to be humanoid. To be as my worshipful nymphs once were. I promise, once you embrace your new forms you will come to love them. You will live many ages beyond a human mortal, and in perfect health too. You will never want for anything, and your sustenance will be like that of ambrosia. Your comforts will be taken care of. I will . . . I will spoil you sweet, my darlings. I truly will. And . . . I will also show you such pleasures as mortals cannot dream of.”

At this, she made a simple gesture with her hand, and purple dust seemed to drift from it, a combination of petals and spores she had been collecting and enchanting that morning. The group trembled as they breathed them in; they were instantly hit with a level of euphoria that, just as Circe said, they could never have imagined. It was bliss incarnate. It was peace. It was deeply arousing.

And then it was gone.

Each breathed out, disappointed, craving the next hit. But then the addiction itself passed just as quickly, and there was only the sweet memory of that perfect feeling. Each had seen flickers of who they might become; a pig-lady, a cowgirl, a horsegirl, a wolf woman. And for just a moment, it had felt right.

“What . . . what on earth was that?” Tom said. “That was a-moo-zing! That was better than any party drug I’ve had.”

“That is your future,” Circe said. “If you stay and accept it. Trust me, you cannot leave. The oceans will not let you. I do not control them.”

“Bullshit,” Derek said. “I don’t care how - OINK! - amazing that was! We’re getting out of here. I’m not becoming some gross pig-girl. You don’t have the oinking right to do this to me!”

Brandon neighed in agreement. Gavin was silent, and met Circe’s gaze, withering beneath it. She knew the truth, he could see it. She knew that a large part of him wanted to stay, but for his friends’ own escape wish.

“I will love you,” Circe said. “I already do.”

To their shared surprise, tears were actually in her eyes.

“But if you try to leave, I will do nothing to stop you. You will see the power of the greater pantheon yourself. But I will do this for you: I will enchant my changes to revert the further you get from my island. They will weaken and reverse. You will become human again and fully male again if you can get away. And if you do . . . I will be saddened, but also proud. I will know that there truly is a way to leave, and for that I will bless you a thousand times.”

She waved her hands, and their makeshift sail - the one not worn by Derek currently - fluttered.

“There, I have blessed your sail as well. It will steer you well and keep you, hopefully, safe. My whales will watch just in case things go wrong. I will not allow you to come to harm.”

She peered across the horizon, as if seeing through the forest.

“Two days from now,” she said. “That is when you should try. I wish you all lucky, my darlings. Truly.”

She turned and walked away, her movements hypnotic, her red hair vibrant beneath the sun, now like a bright flame instead of the darker shade it held before. The group had no idea what to make of that, except that, thanks to her godly powers, they got the sense she had been totally honest and genuine with them.

“Two days from now it is, then,” Gavin said.

To Be Continued . . .