Circe’s Harem, Part 2 (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 2: The Incantation

“I’m sorry,” Gavin said after eating down some more well-buttered bread. “But there’s no way you think you’re the Circe, right? The actual Circe, from Ancient Greek legend, I mean?”

The woman calling herself Circle giggled, and none of the four young men could escape from noticing the delightful way her cleavage bounced in response, as if threatening to spill from her loose dress. 

“I certainly am!” she declared, taking some tomatoes. “Mhmm, I do love tomatoes. I’m very grateful a trader from your New World ran aground here several hundred years ago and allowed me to cultivate them. I think you actually met him: he’s a very fine turtle now.”

She spoke in a rather enticing Greek accent, her every word honeyed and sensual, but her English was absolutely perfect. She had claimed it was ‘a goddess thing,’ which made the four of them quite confused.

“Look, we're very thankful for you taking us in,” Tom said. “Letting us bathe in that magnificent pool of yours, giving us these fancy new robe things-”

“Tunics,” she said, slathering some butter on her bread. “They’re called tunics.”

“Well, we’re thankful for them, and the food. And the warmth! Especially Brandon here; he’s really thankful for that.”

Brandon, who had always been very timid with women, found it hard to look Circe directly in the eyes. He gave an awkward little wave from his couch, where he was reclining before the enormous fireplace, soaking in its warmth. The man felt better than he had in over a year.

“Th-thanks,” he stammered.

“But like I keep asking,” Tom continued. “We’re really like access to a long-range radio. Or, if you have underwater cable, just a phone. Satellite coverage will do. We really need to contact other people and get a chopper in or something. Not that we’re ungrateful.”

“And I keep telling you, I know not of this technology you speak of. I am a goddess, but one locked away by the greater pantheon. You cannot leave this isle now that you are here; only Odysseus managed to lead his men away, and he was ushered forth by Pallas Athena’s guidance to reclaim his wife Penelope. Even my enchantments could not bind him here. But you are favoured by no God, and you do not even believe in them. I can’t even help you leave. You are here now as my guests, and be grateful that I have become lonelier and wiser through my centuries, for I do not desire to turn you into animals for amusement any longer. I simply wish for the pleasure of fine, attractive company.”

At this, she lowered a hand and stroked Derek’s thigh. The jock was daring, and had sat down right near Circe, able to not only stare down her top occasionally and enjoy the swell of her cleavage, but also flirt with her. In his mind, he didn’t care if this lady was crazy; only that he might well have a chance to sleep with a rich hottie and maybe get a damn good few nights out of it.

“That’s insane!” Gavin said.

“You’re crazy,” Tom replied. “We just need one call!”

The so-called goddess’ eyes narrowed. “Careful, young ones. I am pleased to have you here, but I do need new silk worms.”

“Tom,” Derek said, winking at his friend.  “Why don’t we simmer on all the accusations. Circe here has been most kind giving us shelter, and besides, it’s late! We could all use some rest and . . . nightly pleasure.”

At this, he laid his hand on Circe’s thigh. The apparent goddess smirked, placing her hand on his. He was surprised to feel how strong her grip was.

“You are most attractive,” she whispered. “But you act too quickly, young one. It’s not your fault. Mortality breeds impetuousness and rashness. Still, I won’t forget this act of interest. It shall accrue interest in my heart and be repaid thricefold in days and weeks to come.”

Derek gulped. He didn’t understand half of that . . . but he liked it. Especially that glimmer in her eye; he knew when a woman was interested, and also when she was teasing him along as part of a game that would always end in the bedroom.

Gavin looked around at his surroundings. It really did seem authentic, and yet perfectly well kept. Obviously, there was no scientific basis for her claims of magic, but it was still fascinating. He looked to Brandon, but his friend was already on the verge of sleeping in his couch.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said to Derek. “Maybe we should sleep.”

At this, Circe stood and clapped her hands. “Indeed. You have been fed like wild animals, and you clearly have no appreciation for how wonderfully appropriate that is. I welcome you once more to Aeaea, and promise you hospitality here. I know it will be hard to leave your old lives behind, but all who enter my domain are changed, and most come to accept their fates. For you, I give a blessing I have never bestowed, not even upon the Ithacan captain’s men: you will not be transformed into animals.”

“Yay, go us,” Tom said sarcastically, though Derek, wanting to get in Circe’s good graces to get between her graceful thighs, nudged him to be quiet.

“Instead, I will bless you with new forms. I have long missed my nymph worshippers of old, who loved me dearly and pleasured my body. They were a harem to me, and I honoured them in turn. I cannot make nymphs, but I can grant you the spirit each of an animal, one that will inspire new change and bring you into my inner circle. You will be my new animal nymphs, like men, like women, like creatures of the wild and of the field. And in being so, you will be loved by your goddess.”

There was a brief silence that followed. Brandon bit his lip. He just wanted to nod off, but found the whole speech off putting. Gavin was sighing, rubbing his temples and readying for a rebuttal.

“Still, you do not believe me,” Circe said.

“Magic isn’t real,” Gavin said. “It’s clear that you think it is, but-”

But Circe was already speaking in a strange tongue, and her eyes glowing in a bright purple hue. Her dress shifted and swayed as if the wind were rushing through it, and the table shook. Each man felt a strange twisting in their gut; none knew that their food had been dipped in the right ointments, their spirits aligned with the right beast to spur forth the right change. Now Circe was activating it. They looked at one another, and Brandon actually yelled out in fear.

And then it was over. 

All returned to normal. Circe gave them a little smile. “You know where your rooms are. See me in the morning for breakfast. I look forward to seeing your changes unfolding in coming weeks. I give you the mercy of time.”

She turned and walked away, her hips sashaying from side to side.

“Not tonight, Derek,” she said, just as he was about to call out to her. “But the night will come. For each of you.”

She turned a corner and was gone. Derek looked back at the group.

“Was that . . . real?”

“It looked real,” Brandon said. “But . . . lots of things do, right? Lots of fake things?”

“She’s rich,” Tom said. “Probably bought some expensive hologram tech or something.”

Gavin nodded. “It can’t be real. There’s no scientific basis. Let’s . . . let’s just all go to bed.”

They agreed. They had comfortable rooms. They could see about this insanity in the morning. And all four men were so very, very tired.

Especially with that strange, twisting sensation in their guts that made them just want to lie down, close their eyes, and make it go away.

***

That night, each of the four young men had strange dreams; ones that were intensely vivid, more real than any dream they had experienced, and yet so difficult to hold onto and remember, so that only crystal images and momentary scenes remained with them when they woke.

Tom dreams, oddly, of a cow. A black-and-white furred Holstein beauty with an impressive size and even more impressive udder. She was a prodigious milk-maker, and she bellowed her moos beautifully. 

Derek dreamed of pigs. Big, fat, chubby pink pigs. They were gluttonous and happy, rolling in the mud and lazily eating to their hearts’ content. They were content, and while their sloth should have disgusted him, he found it oddly enchanting in the strange dream logic of the unconsciousness.

Brandon’s dream was perhaps the most invigorating of all. He had befriended the group back when he’d been healthier, before his autoimmune conditions rendered him constantly fatigued and weak. Back then, he’d had dreams of being a running athlete, and the dream felt in tune with that: wild horses galloped across great fields, creatures of strength and power who knew no bounds nor borders. 

Lastly, there was Gavin’s dream. The small, scrawny nerd dreamed of a mighty wolf pack led by its alpha, a powerful mother wolf with grey fur and sharp teeth. She savaged any who got in her way, protecting her pack. For a nerd such as him, the dream was like that of an empowerment fantasy.

None of them noticed the strange changes to their bodies that were only just beginning. It was subtle at first, mere steps towards their eventual forms. Tom’s slim, smart body softened just a little, putting on several pounds. His nipples swelled, and he gained extra fat deposits in his chest. Derek had similar changes, but his skin also became just a little flushed, slightly pink despite his usual tan. His nostrils widened in preparation for an eventual snout. Brandon, meanwhile, regained some of the strength and stamina he’d once possessed. His chest hair developed, previously absent, and his tailbone gained a slight protrusion. Gavin, meanwhile, also gained further body hair, but his teeth sharpened just a little, and his fingernails extended. An extra touch of aggression seeped into his system, and it was reflected in his eyes - normally blue - which gained a slight golden tint as well.

They each tossed and turned in their luxurious bedrooms, turning in their comfortable beds that apparently had once belonged to Circe’s nymphs, or so she said, but any sense of discomfort was undone by the sheer bliss of the dreams that Circe weaved for them.

The sorceress was powerful, after all, and the magic she weaved was powerful.

Soon, they would understand.

***

Tom’s insistence on getting access to a phone the next morning was fruitless, as was Derek’s flirtatious gestures with the beautiful woman, though she told him that such worship was ‘appreciated.’ Likewise, Gavin could make no sense of the architecture of the place; it seemed so genuine, so old, as if it truly were ancient and yet perfectly preserved. Brandon was fruitless in his quest to get answers on where exactly they were and how rescue might come. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t fruitless was the platter in the morning, the fruit of which was juicy and ripe, plucked from Circe’s garden.

“I am so pleased you boys like it,” she said with a smile, lounging on her own couch and looking utterly entrancing in her newest attire: a red robe that seemed to part in all the right ways to show off her bountiful bosom. “I truly do have fine crops, don’t I?”

Derek grinned at Tom, who grinned back. Both were aware of the double entendre with her cleavage, and perhaps she was too. But the humour was short lived; there was a distinct sense that this game of hers was not about to end soon. 

Gavin coughed. “We’d like to go home now,” he said.

“Now, did you not hear me last night, and again when you began these questions this morning? I cannot do this. Zeus and Neptune will not allow it, and I have made an enemy of Pallas Athena as well. Besides, the magic has already started: do you not notice changes among you this morning?”

“What changes?” Brandon said, even as he scratched at the strange tailbone formation on his rump.

“Look, the only change I’ve experienced is a weird pink rash,” Derek said. “I swear I’m a bit allergic to some of your food or all this incense or whatever.”

“Me too,” Tom said, though he wouldn’t admit that his nipples were almost painfully swollen, or that his body felt a bit doughy that morning. 

Even Gavin was sceptical, and he’d definitely noticed that his body had more hair on it that morning, not to mention that it was grey. He felt more agile and desired to run and move, but he chalked it up to a strange effect of the food or some allergy. Tom continued to scratch at the area above his crotch without realising it, where a rash of his own had developed.

“I assure you, these are the first of your changes. They will begin to accelerate in coming days, and you will be truly beautiful.”

“This isn’t funny,” Tom said. “Look, you’ve given us food and shelter, but you can’t keep us captive here, especially with your weird delusions. There’s no way you manage this place by yourself, and don’t say you do it ‘with magic.’ We need a phone or a radio, and you would have one to supply a place like this.”
Circe just shrugged. “Then roam across the island, if you wish. Aeaea is free and unthreatening. I have told my animals not to disturb you, though my goat Odyssea will keep keep an eye on you for me. Go and find a way out. I have not ever found one.”

The boys looked at one another at this apparent challenge. They couldn’t help but feel a certain anxiousness, not just at the situation, but at the fact that they all did look a bit different.

Brandon’s hair was more wild, his face seemingly longer

Derek’s skin had a pink tinge to it, and his nose looked wider.

Tom’s body was softer than it should have been, and his swollen nipples showed through the material he wore.

And last of all, Gavin seemed . . . bigger. A bit tougher in his leanness. 

As one, and without a word, they stood up. Tom took up the position of the natural leader and beckoned the others to join him with a gesture. They walked away from Circe and out of her halls. They were going to get back to civilisation. They knew it.

And still the spell worked its magic.

To Be Continued . . .