Circe’s Harem, Part 4 (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 4: Animal Traits

The forest was entirely bereft of anything they could use, and the mountain had proved to be a steep trek for nothing more than a beautiful sight and numerous gorgeous animals populating its peak. The four friends were desperate. It had been another four days of exploration, and there had been no sight or sign of Circe. Worse, their changes had progressed further, and no longer just in their sleep either. Perhaps as a punishment, perhaps as simply a natural progression of her ‘blessing’ to them, none of them were certain, but what was clear was that they now experienced ‘growth surges.’ This was when, seemingly in response to the right stimuli, their slow change would simply accelerate.

Derek had been the first to experience it. They had been travelling past the fields around Circe’s estate, and they had happened upon the fields where the pigs roamed happily, lazily lying in mud and feeding their piglets, or rutting without shame. Derek had bit his lip, trying not to look at them. He hated the thought of becoming a lazy creature that just ate to his heart’s content, yet still he looked at them, his heart yearning for reason’s he could not understand.

“Derek, are you okay?” Brandon had asked.

“I - I feel like - ohhhh! Mhmm!”

A rush of pleasure coursed through his body, and then the series of pressures hit it, as if they had been building up in silence and now they were ready to be unleashed in a torrent.  His nose widened, and he clutched his face with his uneven hands as it changed from a nose to an oddly cute and porcine snout. The man squealed like a pig, but the ordeal had barely begun. Derek’s belly rose, gaining further softness and fat, while his thighs lost their impressive muscularity and took on a womanly thickness instead. His member shrank further, causing him to whine; the pleasure was intense and utterly humiliating. Last of all, his ears began to shift and change. To the shock of his three friends as much as his own, they migrated slowly to the top of his head, sticking out from his blonde hair and changing to become thin, pointy pink triangles. Pig’s ears, complete with the adorable floppy shape to them. His hearing briefly dissipated, then returned, stronger than before.

“Mhmm! Ohhhh! M-make it - ahhhh!”

He collapsed, falling into the edge of the mud pit. For a moment, his mind lit up with joy at the connection. His nipples stiffened, his manboobs larger than before, on their way to actual breasts.

“Holy shit, Derek! You just changed!”

“I fucking - SNORT - know, Tom!”

Silence fell after his piggish grunt, and Derek blushed red on his pink cheeks. 

“See Gavin? Fucking magic!” he said, pointing to his face. “What do I look like?”
“Uh, sort of like a pig person,” Gavin said.

“Great! Fucking great! I hope this happens to all of you! I HATE THIS!”

He stormed off, ashamed of being the first to be changed like that, and deeply aware that both hands were now piggish in nature, symmetrical at last in having three digits each. Brandon caught up and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and he calmed briefly.

“We need to get off this island,” he’d said. “Before we all keep changing.”

But other changes followed. Gavin found his changes erupting when they were deep in the forest. Their exploration here was slow, and it was made more odd by the fact that Brandon and Gavin were leading the charge, while the normally forthright Derek was panting and asking for breaks, and Tom clutching his chest, terrified it would grow. Instead, Gavin changed. It was like a switch had flipped: one moment he’d been moving through the forest, and then he was creeping through it, advancing towards a wild deer, smelling it with his recently enhanced senses. He could swear he had the power to catch it. And then . . .

“Ahhh! Euugh! GRAGGGH!”

He growled like a powerful wolf, and the changes that followed reflected that perfectly. Grey wolf hair erupted across his body, covering his shoulders and cascading down his arms, so that his torso was entirely coated in hair, with just his neck and head bare, and his hips and everything below. His toenails pushed out, becoming claw-like as well, and his face pushed forwards a little. The sensation of his skull literally changing shape made him groan and scratch at it, but despite the alien experience, it was also strangely pleasurable. His nipples burned, pushing out along with small fat deposits, forming proto-breasts, but it was the way his nose changed, becoming dark and suddenly alight with powerful olfactory senses, that was truly remarkable.

“I can - graph! - I can smell it all! Everything! Everything that’s walked through here! I need to catch it!”

He bounded off, and the others took after him, unable to catch him. Only Brandon had the speed necessary, but he had to find Gavin first. It was a long chase, and it triggered Brandon’s own change, separate from the others. As he ran after Gavin, he entered a clearing, and a herd of horses emerged to race alongside him, as if recognising the formerly sickly man as their own. It filled him with pride, and that caused his changes to sprout in a delightful mix of pleasure and adrenaline.

“Mhmmm!” he murmured, still running after Gavin. “N-NEIGHHH!”

He made sounds just like a joyish, whinnying horse, increasing his pace as his muscle mass swelled. He was developing a powerful yet lean build, almost graceful as he sped through the forest. He barely even noticed when his feet fell out of his shoes, no longer human feet but shrinking to horse hooves. For a moment he stumbled, but then his toes reshaped, solidifying and fusing together until he had proper equine feet, at which point he bounded even faster, no longer worried about where he might step with his newly hardened feet. His skin itched, causing him to scratch it as he moved, and soon some chestnut brown fur was pushing through the skin. The release was glorious, enough to make him briefly close his eyes, breathing in and out, in and out, his face extending slightly, taking on a humanoid yet equine shape. Like the others, his ears migrated, pushing upwards so that they flopped about, flat and furry and pointy. He could hear Gavin over the rush of everything, and it was only then, as his body reached its greatest release of ecstasy, that he literally collided into his friend, who had finally stopped to take stock of his changes.

“Sh-shit!”

“Wha-!?”

They crashed through the leaves, and Gavin almost lashed out from pure wolf instinct, until his heightened sense of smell recognised Brandon as one of his ‘pack.’ Instead, they untangled in the small clearing they’d landed into.

“Oh my God,” Brandon said. “You’re turning into some kind of wolf guy!”

“And you’re turning into some kind of horse guy!” Gavin returned. 

They examined their own changes and each others’. They were so alien, and yet both felt oddly empowered by them: Brandon was finally healthy and free to move, while Gavin was finally powerful - not to mention an inch or two taller.

“Is it fucked up for me to say this isn’t entirely bad?” Brandon asked.

“That’s just what I’m afraid of admitting myself.” Gavin said. “And exactly why we need to get off this island; Circe’s magic might be altering our minds.”

The truth, he suspected, was far worse: Circe’s magic hadn’t touched their minds, and he had revelled in his new wolf instincts all on his own.

The others caught up, Derek panting, his pink skin sweaty with light hairs having grown over it. He looked almost cute, but he was still a big dude, despite his porcine features and slight reduction in muscle. Tom, on the other hand, still looked mostly like himself, albeit a very terrified version of himself. 

“I’m next,” he whimpered. “I don’t deserve this. I could pay a ransom for all of us, but she wouldn’t take a single bribe, and now I’m next!”

Indeed, his changes came the next day. He’d been dreading them all night, especially when he dreamed of beautiful, soft, and milk-giving cows again. He woke up with that same rash on his lower belly, the one he couldn’t figure out, but his ‘breasts’ had definitely grown. In fact, they were almost certainly actual breasts now, complete with sensitive nipples and a slight jiggle. Only A-cups, really, but breasts nonetheless. And with a lot of sensitivity and soreness that told him they would keep developing.

He kept clear of cows. He kept clear of the fields. When they hiked up the mountain he had to stop a few times, pretending to take in the beautiful sight “to at least remember once this nightmare is over,” but in reality absolutely puffed, just like Derek now was. The tables had turned, and the weak one and sick one led their troupe, much to Tom and Derek’s shame. Still, he did his best to resist change, even as nothing turned up from their view across the entire island from its impressive peak. Circe had constructed a balcony and trail there, and numerous statues of herself and her nymphs, and animals followed them with interest (Odyssea even climbed the mountainside, goat that she was), but there was no modern technology, no way of reaching the outside world.

But there was also nothing cow-like. Nothing bovine.

“At least I’m not gonna fucking change here,” Tom had said.

Gavin winced. “Dude, don’t taunt Fate! It’s an Ancient Greek thing!”

“You don’t even believe in magic!”

“I obviously do now, and if you taunt Fate then the will of the Gods - if they really do exist - will come down upon you!”

“Yeah, I’d watch it,” Derek said, picking up rocks and throwing them off the edge. “Trust me, dude. You don’t want to end up a total piggo like me. It fucking sucks, especially when I - SNORT - ugh. When I do that.”
Tom grimaced, stepping off the balcony that gave a great view of the island. He gripped the railing of the path, and was reminded of how much he hated his hoof-hand. It was so much harder to use than his human hand! 

His stomach rumbled. He’d caved and taken the food offering Circe had left them; a new one turned up each day. And yet he was hungrier than the others, even more than Derek who had taken a massive share. He tried not to see signs in that, and instead walked over to a lovely patch of alfalfa growing near an edge. It looked . . . delicious. 

Really delicious.

His mouth salivated, and he found he couldn’t help himself. He was hungry, and it was only alfalfa, right? It wasn’t enough to trigger the changes like the others? His friends were way more warped, and this was just a light snack. He reached out, plucked some, and began to nibble.

Big mistake.

His stomach twisted immediately, and his loins tingled as they shrank back further, his testes as well. Tom groaned out loud, but he was too far for his friends to hear him. Instead he had to shift on his feet and grip the railing, but he struggled as his fur coat came in, spreading across his torso like it had for the others. It was a Holstein coat: white with black patches, and it came in warm and thick across his body, relieving the terrible itch he’d been living with. To his shame he actually sighed with relief, and again as the terrific pressure in his breasts gave way. A wave of pleasure and cathartic released: his boobs great, pressing up against the robe-like fabric he’d been giving to wear, his nipples swelling yet again. Tom moaned, then mooed.

“MOOOO! Oh f-fuck! Make it stop! Why does it feel so g-good! It feels - MOOOOO!”

It felt like ecstasy, so much so that it was difficult to push back against the changes. Two points at the top of his scalp became pressurised, and a brief sting of pain followed as something literally pushed out from his skull. He clutched it with his hands, his right hand gaining hoof-digits to match his right, but he didn’t care about that now, because he was developing freaking horns.

“No way! GUYS! HELP MOOOOO-EEEE!”

His boobs grew again, gaining yet another cup size, so much so that he could feel the foreign weight and heft of them as they jiggled, unsupported beneath his robe. More vertebrae developed at his rear, hair sprouting along its length. He grabbed it, moaning at its existence.

“A tail!? You’ve got to be kidding mooo-ee!”

The others arrived, all of them looking on and gasping.

“Tom! I told you!” Gavin warned, his voice slightly growly.

“He’s becoming a cow!” Brandon said.

“No shit, g-genius! I’m - MOOO! - I’m growing f-fucking tits! Ohhhhh, stop it, somehow! Derek, man, help me!”

“I - SNORT! - can’t! What do I even do?”

“ANYTHING! EUGH!”

His hair grew a little longer, coming down to beside his cheeks. A white stripe was in it, matching his Holstein cow aesthetic. His nose widened just a little, but then the changes stopped. Just like the others, Tom now had a number of cow-like features, from small little white horns to a fur pattern on his upper half, to the start of a tail out of his backside. His boobs, however, were disturbing him the most. He cupped them, feeling their sensitivty, moaning and mooing a little.

“Fucking hell! We really are becoming women.”

“And given you’re a cow,” Gavin said. “Yours might be the biggest of all.”

Tom began to cry.

***

That was where the three days without Circe’s presence put them. They were no longer entirely human, and each of them now had slight animalistic instincts that were oh-so-easy to fall into if they weren’t careful. The mountain, forests, meadows, and the north shore had turned up nothing, and going through the palace had proved fruitless: when Derek had dared to try to enter Circe’s private quarters there had been another magical rebuke. The pig man had squealed just like a porcine creature as something pushed out from his backside. To his horror, it was a little pig’s tail, curly and pink and oddly adorable, and there was even a slit in the back of his rob below the belt for it to slip out through, visible to all.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he whined, trying not to snort like a pig in anger. “Now I’ve got an oinking tail! This is the worst!”

He was still fiddling with it, compulsively pulling it straight and letting it bounce back to curly again, all while idling back in the expanse of the main lounge. The fire had lit itself for the night, and the four men were exhausted, the two larger members especially. 

“We need a new plan,” Tom said. “There’s clearly no moo-odern tech here. I haven’t even seen a satellite.”

Gavin nodded. “Judging from the night sky, I’d say we’re partly in another plane of existence, sheltered by her powers: we can see the beauty of the entire constellation sky in all its majesty, far more than our level of light pollution would reasonably allow.”

“It is beautiful,” Brandon said, agreeing. In fact, he’d spent longer than he probably should have outside, mingling with the horses and staring up at the night sky as they found places to sleep.

“Who gives a shit if it’s oinking beautiful!?” Derek said. He patted his larger stomach. “Sorry, Brandon. I’m just really on edge right now. Jesus, this is crazy. We really need to think of something. Tell me someone has ideas, because I’m no egghead.”

Gavin thought about it. “We could try a boat.”

“There are none,” Tom said. “My swollen ass is tired from walking around the shore to find one.”

“No, I mean we can make one.”

“Can we do that?” Brandon asked.

“Sure. We just need some saws, something to lash some logs with, and something to serve as a sail. It’ll be hard work, but it’s something, right?”

It was agreed at once, with only minor hesitation for Gavin, who had put the plan forth, and Brandon, who was worried he would become sick again if he left.

“A boat it is, then,” Tom said. “Damn it, we can do this! Before we all turn into freakin’ animal girls. Before I become some dumb, stupid cowgirl.”

“Fuck yeah,” Derek added with a snort. “No way am I gonna become a lazy, gross pig.”

“I’d rather not be a horse,” Brandon said. “I’ll keep the good health though, if possible.”

There was a pause, and only when it was awkward did Gavin finally add his voice to the choir. “Oh, uh, yeah. I don’t wanna be a wolf girl, obviously. Tomorrow morning we get up and get started.”

But a small part of him already had a little regret. The truth was, his mind was fascinated by the existence of magic, and he found it hard not to be taken in by Circe’s beauty. All that, and being part-wolf had already proven so. Much. Fun.

He kept those thoughts to himself, though.

To Be Continued . . .