Circe’s Harem, Part 3 (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 3: Denial

The four young men roamed the island just as Circe had challenged them to. It was a large island, and would take several days to explore its various points. For now, they actually followed Gavin’s advice. He was feeling a bit more assertive, and made it clear that they should explore the immediate surroundings of Circe’s palatial estate, then roam wider to specific locations: the island mountain, the dense forest to the east, the southern and northern shorelines, the valley area on the other side of the meadows, and so forth. It was a sound plan, but it would take more than one day, and that meant likely returning to Circe in the evening with their proverbial tails between their legs - proverbial for now, not that they knew it.

Indeed, the meadows around Circe’s home had no electricity grid, no modern technology, no hidden devices that they could find. There were only surprisingly friendly farm animals. The cows were especially friendly to Tom, who couldn’t stand them, especially since he was too busy scratching his chest and the area above his crotch constantly. Derek, on the other hand, found a weird unwanted kinship to the pigs. A sow even raised itself out of the mud to approach and sniff him, before oinking in delight. It stirred strange memories of his dream that disgusted him in the light of day; he’d always been an active man, and now the idea of being sluggish and lazy and fat - ugh!”

“Did any of you have . . . weird dreams?” he asked. “You know, about animals?”

“No way, man,” Tom said, lying outright as he looked back at the cows. 

“What kind of dream are you talking about?” Brandon said timidly. He was trying not to feel the protuberance in his tailbone. It was small, maybe he’d just bumped it while nearly drowning yesterday, but it felt . . . fleshy. Like it had bones in it.

“I guess I just had a dream about these gross, lazy pigs.”

“I dreamed about wolves,” Gavin said. “About how free and powerful they were. And now today . . . I feel free and powerful.”

“Yeah, you’ve been picking up quite a pace,” Derek said, impressed. “And Brandon doesn’t look too sick anymore.”

“The dream felt healthy,” Brandon said. “It was - it was about horses.”

“It doesn’t mean anything!” Tom said. “That weird Circe bitch was just saying shit to make us paranoid! Probably drugged our food! C’mon, let’s keep moving!”

But no amount of exploration yielded any results, and they soon circled back to the fruit trees, grand gardens, and shaded forest that circled the back half of the palatial estate. By this point they were all tired, and Tom and Derek were shocked that they were even more exhausted than their two weak friends. Derek couldn’t help but feel a strange instinct to just lie down in some warm mud, but he shook it off.

“Time to eat crow, I guess,” Brandon said.

Tom huffed. “Don’t give her the time of day. She’s just some freak rich weirdo. We’ll keep exploring tomorrow.”

Circe was waiting for them in her immense entrance room. Odyssea was with her, bleating in her ear, and she acted as if it was conversing with her. The female goat had followed them at various times, always turning up, and it made the young men rather uneasy to see it act so human.

“Of course, thank you Odyssea. You’ve done well. Go and eat the finest garden carrots you desire. No restrictions.”

It bleated again and took off past the boys. Circe swivelled, her costume seeming like it might fall off of her, and not one of them failed to notice how resplendently beautiful this red-haired ‘sorceress’ was. 

“So, no success?” she asked. “Don’t worry, tomorrow will yield more results. Next time, take a picnic basket. I have weaved a great many in my centuries. That way, you won’t go hungry.”

Their stomachs growled almost as one, causing them to realise just how little they’d eaten. Circe stepped to the side to reveal a veritable feast.

“I’ve even slain some deer for you, Gavin,” she said. “Don’t worry, they were wild deer, not ones I turned. I will not partake, but your wolfish appetite will only grow in days to come, so best to start you now. The others will eat greenery with me, of course.”

Gavin’s heart skipped a beat. Did she say ‘wolfish’?

“Why don’t we get any damn meat?” Tom said, petulant and entitled.

“Do you feel like any?” Circe said. “Any of you?”

Truth be told, they didn’t. Only Gavin hungered for meat, but Derek, who devoured steaks regularly, felt his stomach turn at the idea of eating it, especially beef. For Tom, the notion of pork was enough to make him feel like puking.

“I didn’t think so,” she said. “Now come. No doubt you’re all starving. Brandon, I’ve even got some lovely grass for you to nibble on.”

“G-grass? I’m sorry?”

She smiled easily. “My dear young man, you’re such a sickly thing that I felt it best to give you a powerful equine form. In fact, all of your future forms are dictated by the needs of not just physical transformation, but personal ones too.”

Brandon bit his lip. This was too strange. 

“But I go on too much. I don’t want to spoil all the surprises. Come and eat. Sniff the food if you wish. The incantations are done, there is no need for further interference. Soon, you will understand that Aeaea is a paradise, but also a prison. But we will make it a place we shall never want to leave, when we are all lovers.”

That was the only good piece of news Derek had had all day. He ate greedily, devouring vegetables and finely prepared salads, eager to taste Circe’s body. At least there could be one good sexual experience on the coming menu; she was, after all, the single hottest lady he’d ever met.

The others followed suit, eating as well. Despite their various itches and slight changes, they were all in denial over Circe’s magic.

The denial would not last long. 

***

The dreams came again, just as vivid. As before, the four men could only remember scant pieces of them when they woke, but the essence of those dreams remained, the sense of purpose and place that seemed to defy who they were, and yet seemed so deeply alluring in that state of unconsciousness. And just as before also, some physical transformations had taken place.

Tom woke to a startling discovery. His body no longer felt soft; it was soft. His entire body had a slight doughiness to it. He wasn’t fat, per se, but his trim stomach had lost its abs, and his ass felt larger, as did his hips. Even his face, normally lean, now had some fat in the cheeks.

“Goddamn nipples. This has to be an allergic reaction!”

They were indeed swollen, and his chest almost jiggled as he moved, as if he were developing manboobs. Of course, he didn’t know it yet, but he wasn’t developing manboobs, not technically. Right now, he just assumed that the temperature and rigours of his ordeal had left his penis slightly shrunken compared to its usual length.

“Why is my skin so itchy? What the fuck is going on in this place!?”

Derek’s skin was also a little itchy, though not nearly so much. He was more concerned about the fact that his skin was even pinker than the day previous, and that his nipples, too, were becoming quite swollen, with pockets of fat behind them. His normally powerful, athletic body had shrunk, and he could have sworn his shoulders had compressed. None of this was natural - was it something in the food? Hell, his nose looked like it was wider for some reason; definitely an allergic reaction to something in the food. He wanted to just put up his feet and relax for the day, but that was a stupid sluggish instinct. He was a damn athlete; he wasn’t going to accept this!

Brandon, meanwhile, had actually gotten up for a morning jog around the estate grounds. He wasn’t sure why; he’d never done something like this before. He was already alarmed at his changes: like the others, his skin had itched and was producing way more body hair than usual, and his ears seemed extra pointed. His hair had grown, and seemed to come from his neck as well, like the mane of a horse he’d dreamt about. But despite the ache in his toes and the pressure in face, he needed to use the muscles he’d longed to use for so long, but couldn’t because of his sickness. Despite the cold air of the morning, he ran, and it was freeing.

He was joined, strangely enough, by Gavin. The two ran together, Brandon the faster, but Gavin with his own ferocity and power. The nerdy member of the group now had gray patches of hair down his front and a growth pushing out from his spine. His face was leaner, but his muscles were swelling. And like the others, there were also the swollen nipples, though he hadn’t noticed his reduced penis just yet. His mind was on fire with speculation, trying to keep it scientific, but his instincts told him to run, to play the role of the predator. He chased after Brandon, wanting to practice catching something. He didn’t manage it, but the feeling was exhilarating, for both of them.

Of course, it ended once they went back indoors, and found Circe beaming at the other two, inspecting their bodies while the pair complained loudly at her. 

“You put something in our food! It’s making me fat!”

“And my nipples are driving me crazy! I’m itching all over the place, especially here, on my lower stomach!”

“Why are we having dreams about animals? I keep thinking about pigs!”

“Is it some island tonic? I’m not meant to have fucking manboobs!”

“And I’m not meant to have pink skin and a snorty nose!”

“If you don’t stop this right now, then-”

“Then what?” Circe asked, just as Brandon entered, followed by Gavin. “I am a goddess. Not one of the pantheon, but a goddess all the same; immortal and incapable of injury. It is so strange to me that you mortals have forgotten these powers; they are no mere legends. Once, all men knew  of such things, and would understand, at least, that they are being truly transformed. But you all revel in ignorance. It seems only time will prove that you are changing. Trust me, it is for the best. You are all destined to become beautiful, the best parts of animal and woman. Yes, woman, for that is the true shape of the lover I desire. Derek, you keep hinting at a desire for my body, and when you are a woman too, pig-like and perfect, you shall have it. This, I promise you. You will be my darlings, and I will always treat you with deep affection and sensual pleasure, but for now I take my leave of you. Odyssea will keep watch - she cannot be harmed, Gavin, so do not try to consume her - but I need a few days' rest from your fussing. I will see you when you are more greatly changed.

“Hey, you can’t just leave like this!” Derek said, reaching out to grab her hand. But to his shock, a pink light erupted from her wrist where he tried to forcefully grab her, and he pulled it back in response to the strange sensations it produced. The others yelled in shock, jumping back.

“Let that be a lesson,” Circe said. “One day we shall grab each other in loving passion, but never anger. Never to a goddess. You are too aggressive and entitled to women, Derek. Soon, you will have a more carefree attitude. Until then, have a gift from me.”

She strode away, her hips sashaying from side to side, her breasts bouncing with each step, her long red hair swaying beautifully. Tom gave chase, and the others followed as she rounded a corner. But as soon as she was out of view, she was simply . . . gone. It was impossible, all she’d done was just rounded a large pillar. There was no way she could have fled in that time.

But she was gone.

“NGH! What the f-fuck!?”

All eyes turned to Derek, who was gripping the hand he’d used to try and stop Circe. For a moment, none of them could understand what was happening - it had just been a strange light show or hidden taser device, right? But then Derek held up his hand, still grunting and even snorting through his wider nostrils. 

“My h-hand!” he declared. “It’s f-fucking changing! Look!”

Jaws fell as it transformed in real-time. Not during sleep, but right before their eyes. Derek’s pinkie finger and ring finger fused together while he gasped in discomfort. His pointer finger and middle finger did the same. The digits were now thicker, and his thumb swelled a little too. They hardened, turning a light pink-yellow colour. Sensation fled them, leaving them a little duller from Derek’s perspective, though not without feeling entirely. In mere moments, he now had what looked like a hand-hoof. Human-like, yet distinctly piggish. Capable of being used to grip things, but still with a hoof-like appearance, complete with pink hairs where the hooves merged with his pink hand.

“Oh God!” he cried, holding up both hands to compare them. The left hand shrunk a little, becoming just a little daintier despite its hoof-like appearance, so that despite the thickness of his new hoof-digits, they had an almost feminine aspect to them. “What the fuck? Are you seeing this? Tell me I’m seeing this!”

“I’m seeing it,” Gavin said. “I’m - nghh!”

Eyes shot to him, and he too began clutching his left hand. It changed quickly, but instead of losing digits, it instead grew talons: claws. Grey fur erupted from his palm, and there was a ferocity to his digits now, their black claws vicious and powerful, capable of disembowelling prey.

“Wolf paw!” he exclaimed.

Tom groaned, followed by Brandon. Each of their left hands was changing, as if to make an example of them. To Tom’s horror, he too developed a hoof-hand, though it was less stubby than Derek’s, and had dark grey digits. Black and white fur spread across his three-fingered hand, and there was a distinctly cow-like aspect to it. Brandon’s hand, surprisingly, did not gain hoof-digits, but instead remained more human-like, though brown fur still covered it, and the tips of his fingers became grey and hard, as if he had hoof-like capstones to the digits. Like Gavin, he didn’t lose any fingers. The significance of this was not clear, but the intelligent nerd of the group assumed that because they had not argued and shown disrespect to Circe that morning, they were let off the hook a little. Or perhaps more accurately, let off the hoof.

Not that it wasn’t a whopper of a bombshell.

“Oh my God,” Tom cried. “Oh my fucking God. It’s real. Magic is real.”

“Magic isn’t real!” Gavin said, clutching his wolf-like hands.

“Then what the fuckity fuck do you call this!?”

“Shit!” Derek exclaimed, and there was a pig-like whine in his voice. “I’m turning into a pig. I’m turning into a fucking gross, lazy pig!

  Brandon trembled, realisation hitting him. “I think I’m . . . I think I might be becoming a horse. And, uh, I might be growing a t-tail.”

“How is this not fucking magic, GAVIN!?” Tom screamed.

Gavin was at a loss. He couldn’t explain any of this. They had suddenly changed, just as Circe had said. And there was Odyssea, bleating happily at them, almost mockingly, as if to say, ‘Finally, you get it.’

Gavin gulped, flexing his wolf hand and feeling the powerful, terrible claws he now possessed. He took in his friends’ changes: Tom with his softer form, Derek growing fatter and pinker, Brandon getting long in the face and with hair like a mane. And now here were his own aggressive, wolf-like changes.

“Okay,” he said. “My hypothesis was wrong. Really, really wrong. Magic is real. Guys . . . we need to get the hell off of this island.”

To Be Continued . . .