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A click and the front door to the summer home was flung open. Victoria strolled into the foyer with her assistant Karen following. Victoria paused to take it in. She sniffed the air. Fresh, not musty. She ran a finger to check for dust on a nearby table. Nothing. "Satisfactory. Make a note to thank the maid. I'll let her visit her family as a man next weekend, but she's to be back here, ball-free and in her uniform no later than 7 A.M. the following Monday morning." Karen swiped open her tablet and scrawled "Betsy: V. to transform to Bertram for leave with family from Fri-Sun night. Back to eunuch form by Mon 7 AM SHARP" "And let her know I'm letting my sister see her as a REWARD, but she's far from atoning for cheating on her. AND if I find out she does any of that throat-fucking or face-slapping or titty-fucking or whatever to my sister with the penis I see fit to bless him with temporarily, he'll lose another inch of it permanently once I finally restore his manhood for good." "Yes, ma'am." "What's he down to so far?" "You've seen fit to bless him with two proud inches, ma'am." Victoria cackled and clapped her hands together in delight. "And he's going to try and pleasure my sister with that next weekend! Oh my god, I'm simply too much!" "Hopefully he's gotten better with that disrespectful tongue of his, ma'am," Karen offered. "Quiet, Karen. That kind of talk will only stir me into a frenzy, and I have far too much business to attend to this weekend without it." "Mobuto and Nimkubwa ma'a-" Victoria slapped Karen. Hard. "Shut. Your. Mouth. Joel could walk in here at any moment and you want to spoil my fun before it's even begun?! Don't talk again unless I ask you to." "Yes--" Karen caught herself. She nodded and averted her gaze. Joel strutted casually into the foyer. He wrapped his arms around Victoria, who feigned being started. "Don't talk about what, Vicki?" Victoria bristled. She loathed that nickname now. It used to be cute, but had gradually worn thin on her, much like everything about Joel. His swagger. His cockiness. His...cock. What had once seemed new and fresh and fun, especially after the disaster of her marriage to Robert, had soured like milk left in the sun. Had become a parody. What had once felt like simple playfulness from him now fell like mockery on her ears. Joel was something else now, and that something else had been up to no good. But that was all going to change very soon. It was all going to be aired out and his sweet "Vicki" was prepared to make her boldest power play yet. Victoria twisted out of his embrace to face him, cradling his face in her hands. "Nothing, dear. Nothing you need be worried about. Your sweet Victoria is taking care of everything this weekend. You need only be a gracious host to our guests, and a firm hand to our servants." "Baby, it's the part I was born to play," Joel replied, and gave Victoria a deep, admittedly passionate kiss and squeezed her ass boldly. She swatted him away. "Joel, really!" She admonished, half-seriously, half-genuinely turned on. She shook away the lust. There would be other men. Better men. And if there weren't, she could always MAKE one herself. After all, she'd destroyed plenty of them. How hard could the opposite be? Very hard, she'd discovered. It involved a magic she was not overly familiar or skilled with. A restorative mastery that was so far unknown for her. Sure, she was able to accomplish parlor feats. Fitting someone of either gender, including herself, with a large cock or big, hairy balls, was childishly simple. However, there was a truer, rawer, more primal form of dominion that was far out of her scope of power, as powerful as she was. She could engender the feminine side of control and lust. The work she had done on her ex-husband Robert was proof enough of that. There wasn't a shred of manhood left in that cock-starved sissy that she'd allowed to remain, except for reminder that he was once something resembling a man she'd allowed him to keep. Going the other way, creating a form that SHE would find pleasing, a strong, masculine entity that could please her and engender the sort of lust she'd so far only been able to brainwash others into feeling, was another matter entirely. She could make the parts that would please her, but it would never be enough without mastering manipulation of that intangible power that true, pure masculinity contained. But soon, with help from Nimkubwa and Mobute, both voluntary and non, that power would be hers. And then nothing would be able to stop h- "M-Mistress?" a piercingly irritating bubblegum soprano from behind her, interrupting her thoughts as though a firecracker had gone off right beside her head. The tiny, pre-teen voice was out of breath. "Wh-where would you like the luggage? I'm having a hard time wrangling Samantha," Victoria turned around to see Candy, n?e her ex-husband Robert, struggling to hold into the leash of Samantha, his former mistress, who, through Victoria's power, had been transformed into a enormous, jiggling, gelatinous beast of a woman, with a snout for a nose, a corkscrew tail, and all the animalistic, glutinous, greedy and randy urges of the animal she resembled. Samantha snorted, straining on all fours against Candy's pathetic grip. "'WRANGLING' ME?! I'M NOT ANY FUCKING TROUBLE! IT'S YOUR LITTLE FAGGOT OF AN EX-HUSBAND WHO'S THE TROUBLE! HE'S AFRAID HE'LL TEAR A HOLE IN ONE OF HIS STOCKINGS ON HIS SMOOTH LITTLE FAIRY THIGHS OR BREAK A NAIL ON HIS PRETTY PRISSY LITTLE HANDS." One of Samantha's favorite things was to point out how delicate and dainty Robert now was after Victoria's magic. Victoria knew it was because Samantha was jealous that Robert had been transformed into everything Samantha once was and more. Tiny, fey, beautiful, delicate, feminine. While Victoria had transformed HER into a hideous, clumsy, hulking, crude freak show of a creature. A foul and low-witted beast, who ate her food ravenously out of dog-dishes and rubbed at her fat, ugly pussy with a clit far bigger than Robert's cock was now with three- fingered, hog-like paws in constant, ugly frustration and need. Needs that would only be fulfilled at Victoria's whim. Fat hung in bulging, swaying lumps from every single corner Samantha's now 6-foot frame. She was over 400-pounds, now, a round and snorting pile of flesh that rutted and squealed against every surface she got near. Her absurdly shiny, golden-brown hair, still curled in gorgeous ringlets that framed the grotesquerie of her face, served as the perfect and fitting contrast to the nightmare she had become. It was one of Victoria's favorite touches. "No I'm not!" Robert protested in a hilarious, pre-pubsecent squeak, stamping a tiny foot on the marble floor of the foyer. He was entirely nude except for cream-colored six-inch heels, a lacy white garter belt, and two white lace stockings that rode halfway up his full, tan thighs. Besides that and the clearly full and pert breasts, jiggling as he stomped, the round ass, the curly, shoulder-length platinum blonde hair and the general aesthetic of a high-dollar Russian prostitute, Robert most closely resembled a little girl having a temper tantrum because her mommy didn't get her a dolly at the store. The inch-long, chronically erect "cock" and round and firm nubbin of a sack where microscopic testicles could conceivably be housed also cast a shadow on this illusion. Victoria practically teleported across the large foyer to bear down and crack Robert across the face. She glared down at him. Victoria was 5'7", so this would be quite a feat if Robert himself were not now 4'9". She pinched Robert's cheeks between her fingers. "Yes...you ARE. I made you that way. But I don't give a fuck about that right now. I've got a wedding to prepare for, and all I demand of you is to be yourself. The 'self' I've reduced you to, anyway," Victoria flopped down on the couch, hiked up her pencil skirt, yanked down her panties, and spread her legs with a slow, haughty satisfaction that broadcast her power. "Now mince over here and eat my pussy while Karen gives me the rundown." Robert clacked daintily, carefully, but without dawdling across the foyer to Victoria's waiting sex, like an amateur runway model. For all of his prowess as a sex toy, for all the magic he could now work around thick, meaty cocks, Victoria had made sure Robert never projected anything resembling confidence or composure. Robert's demeanor matched his looks: naive, powerless, docile. An clumsy, clueless bimbo who demanded instruction and patronizing at every turn. The dimwit little girl which Robert often felt he was regardless of Victoria's magic after experiencing two humiliating years of life as the sissy she'd made him. He fell to his knees and buried his lips and tongue into her by now very familiar pussy. She could taste Joel's cock in there. Another familiar delicacy he'd become extremely familiar with over time. He'd fucked her a few times in the limo ride from the airport. Victoria had had Robert eat the come out of her pussy and off his cock and suck him hard again after every orgasm. While they were fucking they had Karen fuck Robert with a strap-on and laughed every time he came his little dribbles when Karen pulled his hair and spanked his ass and called him a sissy slut. Samantha hadn't been allowed to take place in the festivities. She rode in a cage with Victoria's pet dogs in the back of Jose's truck, who'd come to the house a few days earlier to prepare things for Victoria and had met them all at the airport. Robert looked out the front of the limo a few times to see Samantha rutting and snorting with one dog while she sucked the others off. Back to present time. Robert ate Victoria's pussy dutifully as Karen rambled on about seating arrangements and catering and everything else. Robert was always incredibly horny. His teensy cock was always rock hard, but outside of the humiliation and the lingering smell of Joel, Victoria's pussy would never be as arousing as cock. Robert would try to focus on the cock and come smell in Victoria's cunt. He'd fantasize about sucking it. About having a man dominate and overpower him with his strength and weight and musk. Most times on trips like these, away from his home serving his former, dimwitted company janitors and current masters, Leonard and Billy, he'd daydream about sucking and fucking them, pleasing them and tasting them and feeling their huge pricks in his dainty mouth and tight little asshole. He'd worry about how they were getting along without him. How they were eating and who was doing their laundry and who was helping them come in the ways that only Robert knew best how to. Pathetic as it was, his subservient relationship to those two stupid, sexy galoots was the closest thing he had to companionship at this point. The closest thing to love. Everything else in his life now was blind, hungry, degrading lust. An irrepressible addiction to ever increasing mental and physical dehumanization and embarrassment. Whatever further Victoria could dream up, every day Robert despised her less for it and depended on her more for it. He was grateful for what she was doing to him. She was his God, and he, her masochistic Job, or whatever the sissy slut version of that name would be. He supposed he was just her Candy, now. All he would ever be for the rest of his life, if she didn't transform him into even less. "Twiddle that clit of yours while you eat my pussy, you prissy bitch!" Victoria barked, thinking him upside his pretty little head and snapping his garter belt. A rush of fresh mortification surged through Robert at this and he complied readily, perhaps a little too readily, as only 10 seconds later he'd spurt a thimbleful of watery discharge from his rigid little clit. The sight of this sent Victoria over the edge as well and she pressed Robert's face deeper into her crotch, tweaking one of his tits and causing him to let out a muffled squeak as well as another spurt of...well..he couldn't rightly call it come. Leonard and Billy affectionately called it his "sugar water," Victoria called it "sissy- piddle," Karen and Joel didn't call it anything. They just giggled whenever they saw it. Karen with a mixture of mock-pity and satisfaction at making him squirt. Joel with pure mockery. When he'd gathered himself and waited patiently for Victoria to also catch her composure, he slid her panties back on for her and smoothed her skirt back down with a silent dutifulness and grace that suggested he'd done this hundreds of times before. He kissed both of her feet and waited, head bowed and kneeling for her next command. Victoria stood up, smoothing her blouse and unmussing her hair. "Everything for this evening's celebration seems well in hand, Karen. Thank you. I give you leave to get things started in earnest." Karen was up and back on her phone yapping to someone in a flash. "Robert?" He dared to raise his head. "Yes, mistress?" "Take your pig-bitch Ham-mantha out to piss, and whatever else you need to do to make sure she isn't squealing and rutting at our guests all fucking night. She's been cooped up in that cage all morning on the ride over doing god knows what." Robert sprang up, tits jiggling and tiny little cock bouncing. He made a absurd, skirt-free, curtsying gesture for her. "Right away, mistress." Victoria patted his head like a dog. A gesture Robert hadn't seen the likes of since the morning before she'd first caught him fucking Samantha in his office. "God but you are a faggoty little dwarf princess, aren't you?" "Yes, mistress," Robert agreed enthusiastically, smiling up at Victoria with his prettiest, most sincere grin. The combination of her demeaning words and having to look up at her smirking over him with her superior size and power almost made him spurt again, but he was able to control himself for the moment. But as soon as she turned her back and began to walk away Robert was rubbing his clit-sized cock. He walked over to Samantha's cage. She was clumsily rubbing a rawhide dogbone Joel had given her as a "Christmas Gift" against her swollen, thumb-sized clit and glistening, basically drooling cherry red pussy. Her pink, blubbery arms and legs shuddering with even this measured movement. "Can keep your little fairy hands off that Tinkerbell between your legs, can you, you pansy midget fuck?" Samantha teased him, with no apparent sense of irony. "I have to take you out. Please don't misbehave and make Mistress Victoria angry with us," Robert replied meekly, ignoring the first of what would be many jabs from his former girlfriend. "With US?!" Samantha let out an incredulous snort. A rivulet of snot seeped out of one of her pig-nostrils and she absently licked it clean. "You must be especially fucking stupid today, you cock-sucking leprechaun bimbo," She snorted some more, jerking off her enormous clit with a clenched fist and bringing up the other hand to slurp at her juices. "You fun-size stripper with a toddler's cock, look at what your fucking wife did to me! I'm a fucking zoo animal! I'm a revolting, slobbering blob and I'm not fucking accountable to anyone! I'm here for YOUR misery. I'm a drooling 400-pound pig monster constantly in heat and with a cock for a clit to make YOU feel worse, you prissy little fucking anatomically incorrect American Girl doll!" "That's not...she...I mean mistress won't..." Robert continued to rub his cock like a wet clit the same way Samantha was stroking her jutting clit like a cock, partly out of anxiousness at this point, but still mostly out of horniness. Even this was turning him on. Especially this. "Won't what?" Samantha snorted again, reaching under the filthy blanket she slept on in her cage for a tin of Alpo she'd apparently been hiding and peeled the tab open in one ferocious jerk. She tipped it up and chugged it into her gullet, bits of beef and rivulets of gravy sliding down her triple-chin and enormous, watermelon-sized breasts. She frantically gathered these up in her chubby, three-fingered paws with thick, hoof-like nails on the tip of each and sucked and licked the remnants off them noisily and greedily. She let out a hideously large and wet belch. "Leave us like this? You still holding out hope she's going to change you back into a MAN? You think *I* think I'm ever being changed back? For the rest of our miserable lives, I'm a fat, deformed pig and you're a cum-staved pygmy." Robert was nibbling on a couple of his perfectly manicured pink nails and rubbing his cock faster with one of his other tiny fingers. He let out a small squeak. Samantha snorted with disbelief. "Jesus Christ. You're--" Samantha was stroking her clit faster as well. "...nevermind--I guess I'm getting horny thinking about this nightmare, too. Have you ever wondered how long 'the rest of our miserable lives' might be? Not to state the fucking obvious, but your wife is a cunt-fucking WITCH in case you'd forgotten. Who knows how long she's walked the earth? Who knows how long it will be until she either gets tired enough of this game to kill us or worse...just sell us to some other witch or warlock or whatever-the-fuck to be tormented for a few more centuries? I wonder how fucking fat and angry I'd be in 100 years. I wonder...I--I--" Samantha suddenly had a small climax, letting out a unnerving, orgasmic pig squeal. Witnessing her degradation, Robert was suddenly overcome with intermingling thoughts of loss, humiliation, and submissive lust. An orgasm larger than anything he'd experienced since Karen fucked his ass and made him her little bitch in the limo not an hour before came over him and he shot a spurt that landed on one of Samantha's blubbery thighs. She let out a noise of disgust, but then quickly smeared up some of it with one of her hoofed hands and slurped it into her mouth. Robert was on the floor looking for drops that hadn't crossed over into her cage. He licked his "sugar water" off the marble tile, licking his lips and moaning in the always too-temporary pleasure of it. Victoria wouldn't let him eat his own spurts usually, but she wasn't around right now, so Robert would have his fill. He got back up to his feet and pulled out a tube of lipstick he kept tucked away in his garter belt. He fixed his lipstick in the reflection of one of the glass windows that framed the rolling backyard beyond. Samantha watched all of this with jaded disbelief and detachment. She snorted. "Christ. Look at you. Look at both of us." "I am looking at myself," Robert cooed as he studied himself in the mirror. A stray bead of sugar water dotted his chin. He scooped it up with his pinky and sucked the finger dry in one confident, decadent 'POP!' "I'm a freak, but I'm a beautiful freak," He turned to his former mistress, glowering at him in the filth and stink of her cage. "You're a 'Ham-antha'...but you're not just a pig bitch. Not entirely. I still have hope, and because I still have hope, I still love you." Samantha snorted with disbelief and fondled her clit absently. "You never fucking 'loved' me." Robert nodded. "No. I never had a reason to until this. Until--" A voice roared behind him, deep and nearly inhuman. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO TAKE THE PIG BITCH OUT TO DO HER BUSINESS?!" "Victoria! I..." "WHAT THE *FUCK* DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" This last outburst rattled the glass wall that Robert had now stumbled back against, his little bubble ass flattening against its cold surface. Victoria, who already towered over him, seemed to loom even larger. The midday light seemed to dim all around them. The distant chatter in the kitchen of Karen on her phone had stopped. The clanking of weights from the nearby exercise room, where Joel had been lifting weights, also ceased. As Victoria approached Robert with slow, measured steps, fists clenching and unclenching, Karen and Joel were creeping up behind her with hesitant curiosity. Despite the uncertainty in their eyes, they displayed smirks of amusement. The air was thick with rage as well as palpable sexual tension. Something new and exciting was going to happen, probably just to Robert, but maybe to Samantha, too. Whatever it was, Karen and Joel wanted to be around to partake in it. Unthinkingly, they began to reach for each other's hands, but quickly snatched them back once they thought better of it. Victoria's voice was still severe, but she was no longer yelling. She sounded almost amused about Robert's transgression. "I can't believe it. Maybe I've been too easy on you these past few months. Maybe I've softened some microscopic amount that has led you to believe you now have more leeway in this situation than you do. If so, that's my failing. Was it the head pat a minute ago?" Robert's eyes widened. "God, did you actually mistake that for real affection? For pity?" Victoria covered her mouth and giggled. "You DID, didn't you?! Oh my god that is pathetically hilarious!" Joel and Karen laughed as well, and Victoria spun around to them, as if she was noticing their presence in the room for the first time. She was still smiling, but it was a little too big. It seemed forced, now. There was something about it that was slightly unnerving, and unknown. "It IS funny, isn't it?" They both nodded and laughed again, but Karen showed a hint of edge and worry in her laughter. She took a quick look at Joel. He seemed to be completely calm and content. "Doesn't he see something else in that smile?" Karen thought. "Isn't he the least bit uneasy?" "No, Karen," Victoria said suddenly. "He isn't," Karen jumped in surprise. Joel stopped grinning. He'd finally caught on that something wasn't right here. "H-he isn't what, ma'am?" Karen said with a blatant quiver in her voice. Victoria ignored this question as she moved back a step to stand beside Robert, facing both of them. At this, Robert looked at Samantha dumbfoundedly, who was now up on her knees, grasping the wire of her cage and watching with immense interest. "Anyway, like I said earlier with the 'sugar-cum fairy" right here..." She bent her knees a little to reach Robert's tiny cock between her thumb and forefinger and waggle it for emphasis. His knees buckled slightly and he began to coo, but stopped himself short. "...this was my failing, and no one should have to pay for their own failing but themselves." Robert let out a breathy sigh of relief over this. Samantha relaxed a little in her cage. "But, irrelevant of his most recent transgression, Robert isn't finished paying for his own failings, and neither is his little piggy mistress, Hamantha," Victoria let out a deep, regretful sigh. "Oh well. I was going to save something like this for my guests at the festivities later on, as an unsubtle display of my powers, but my hand has been forced." With a rhythmic wave of her hand towards Robert and Samantha, they closed their eyes in fear as a strange tingling came over both of them, and almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. Samantha opened her eyes. Her first instinct was to paw at her body to see if Victoria had made any changes to it, but in attempting to press her pseudo-paws against her breasts she immediately realized the first change. She no longer had anything resembling hands or feet at the ends of her limbs. They were now 100-percent hooves. Not even the moderately split type that regular pigs had, but horse-like, blunt and entirely useless. She let out a squeal in frustration and loss. She then dared to look down at the rest of her body. It was still as blubbery and bloated as ever. She even thought she might have gained another 50 pounds. But now it was also covered in a thin coating of coarse hair. She was as hairy as Robin Williams! And that wasn't all. Victoria's latest, greatest addition to her art piece "The Misery of Hamantha" was to replace her large, penis-shaped clit that dangled over her swollen, disgusting vagina with an actual and quite penis, as well as big, hairy testicles. Her womanhood was completely gone. The only vestige of her femininity left was the hair on her head, still shiny and curly, her pretty blue eyes with their long lashes, and her large, wobbling breasts, which had never been anywhere near that large before Victoria had begun her handiwork on her. She had been a relatively thin and dainty girl, her tits a small B-cup. That was ancient history now. Even the hair on her head and her eyes now seemed more like the ugly punchline to a joke. How could anything so beautiful actually belong naturally to something so hideous? It must be a wig, fake eyelashes, and contacts. "I'm--" And it was then that Samantha realized her blocky hooves, increased weight, hairy body, and enormous penis had not been the totality of Victoria's wrath. Her voice was now a deep, ugly baritone with a idiotic southern drawl. She sounded like a male cast member of Hee Haw with a head injury. She looked up at Victoria with those pretty eyes and began again in a miserable, choked sob. "You've...you've un- womaned me." "Oh shut up and stroke that fat cock of yours, you blubbery hick," And amazingly, without any magical encouragement from Victoria, Samantha did. Or tried to, anyway. Her hooves made this clumsy, difficult going, even though her cock stood at attention almost immediately at a ridiculous 11-inches in response to her fumbling." While this had been going on, Robert was experiencing revelations of his own. Victoria wheeled back to him. "Oh, that's right, Robert..." Karen and Joel suddenly began to scream. "...SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU. I'LL DEAL WITH YOU IN A MINUTE," Victoria shouted, not even turning around. They did, but were still quietly whimpering as Victoria addressed Robert again. Robert stood on tip-toes attempting to look around Victoria, but couldn't see Joel or Karen anywhere in his (admittedly limited) field of view. "ROBERT," Victoria snapped at him and he stood, craning his neck up at her in full attention. "As I was saying...I think your latest alterations are fairly obvious. You're 4 inches shorter now. That's an even 4 foot, 5 inches. You're also a chubby little thing now! Not quite as much of a blob as Hamantha, obviously. Not by a LONG shot. But you've certainly got some curves now, don't you? "She looks like a god-dang mini-Adele!" Samantha bellowed, snorting, as she was finally about to achieve orgasm with all her rough hoof-rubbing on her cock. A great gush of semen erupted from the tip and splashed across her pig-face. She didn't stop snorting and giggling for a second and licked the cum off her lips and cheeks, and sloppily smeared congealing globs of it on her hooves to greedily suck off. "Why don't *slurp* you chirp 'Skyfall' for us, you *BRAP* chubby pixie sissy?! *slurp*" "Hamantha, you're such a clever pig-man, that's perfect! Though with those blonde locks of Robert's I might add a comparison to...oh, who's that girl we make you do a cute little striptease to sometimes when Joel is fucking me?" "Meghan Trainor, mistress?" "Yes! Though I'd say you're less all about the bass and more all about the taste of hot cum, Meghan Tranny." "Yes, mistress," Robert replied sincerely in his mousy voice. "I'm a chubby tranny pixie and I love hot hot cum tastes." "And?" "And feels on my tongue, and slides down my throat into my tummy." Victoria bent down to Robert at his eye-level, which she could do even easier now. "Why do you feel that way?" Robert again replied with complete honesty. "Because I'm horny and I cum when I'm dominated, controlled, and fed a mommy's milk like a little baby girl." Victoria rolled her eyes. "Well...DADDY'S milk. But I get your point," She stood back up. "Well. You'll be getting plenty of..." She gestured towards Samantha and then made a quizzical face. "...'mommy's?' milk from now on, won't you? I mean, if you can even call that thing in a cage anything close to a woman now," Samantha took a break from licking her cum off her face and hair to rattle the cage and snort angrily at Victoria. "I hope so." "I should think you do. Maybe you haven't noticed this yet but in addition to shrinking you down and fattening you up, I've also taken another half-inch off that clit of yours," Robert gasped and looked down again. She was right. He thought it was just the newly acquired fat rolls that were making it look smaller, but that didn't account for everything. Especially not...no. Oh god, no. She didn't. "I DID! But let's go back to that clit, first. It *is* your clit, right? Let's not kid ourselves anymore. It was funny to keep calling it a cock all this time, but that's a dirty little lie for a good little girl like you to be spreading. Especially since...well...your balls...are officially...y'know...FINITO." Robert pressed against the fat of his groin with one tiny hand and tweezed out his coc--his *clit* with two dainty fingers on the other hand. She was right. It was still as chronically rock-hard as ever, but a half-inch and that was at *best.* He pressed under the clit for any sign of his balls. There was nothing. He looked up at her face, peering down at him haughtily, like it expected some sort of gratitude for this. "You've...unmanned me," He squeaked. "Finally. Completely." Victoria GUFFAWED with laughter. A big, stupid laugh like Robert had just said the stupidest fucking thing ever said in the history of stupid fucking things. "Oh, Robert. Oh, CANDY, baby. I haven't UNMANNED you. I'll *never* unman you. I know one of your deepest desires for the longest has been that one day I might relent and give you a tight little PUSSY. You think if I'm not going to change you back, which is right, that I might one day make you a COMPLETE girl. Hell, maybe you even thought about thinking this out loud once or twice. Of working up the courage to beg me for that tight little pussy. But to that thought I'd have to offer this: Fuck. You. That's right, Robert," Victoria poked her finger into Robert's now double-D cup chest. "FUCK. YOU. You little freak. You're a little sissy freak because I want you to be a LITTLE SISSY FREAK. This isn't some pit stop before the grand finale of being something normal, or something even APPROACHING normal. This. Is. Your. Life. For as long as that life is. It will never get better. It will only get more humiliating. How you choose to cope with that is your business, but it won't change anything. You could be on your best behavior for the rest of your days. You could do everything right. You could never make a single slip-up or mistake. You could please me to no end and it would not change my mind about this one single iota." Victoria walked over to Samantha's cage, Samantha stopped licking cum for a moment and gave Victoria her full, undivided attention. Well, mostly undivided. She was still awkwardly fumbling at her soft cock with a single hoof. "That's right, Samantha. I heard the entire conversation you both were having. You think I might grow bored enough of this to sell you off, or that I'll die and that you'd be sold off based on a stipulation in my will. Well you're right that I have plans. BIG plans for you two. But nothing like that. I have plans for you two freaks for EONS, for a time when I might not actually be around to enjoy it, sure, but you're not moving in with any other witches or warlocks or zookeepers or wherever the fuck you think you belong. Those plans involve five little words: Keeping It In The Family. You'll both get to find out what that means, soon enough. Now jerk yourself off again, you fat fucking goblin." This time Samantha's cock WAS influenced by Victoria's magic. It sprang back to attention, her huge balls swelled, and Samantha was overcome more than ever with the urge to stroke herself with those stupid hooves, and furiously. Finally, Victoria turned back to the sniveling Karen and Joel to admire her new handiwork for the first time. There they stood, now completely naked, hugging each other in cowering horror. Their bodies had not been altered in the slightest, except for one thing: they had been miniaturized. Victoria had shrank Karen and Joel down to 3 and a half feet tall and 2 feet tall, respectively. It was if a sculptor had been commissioned to make a scale models of each, with Karen getting a larger model of herself. Their bodies were in complete proportion to what they had once been. This means Joel's once foot-long cock was now a meager four inches (though Robert might protest at that being 'meager'), and only as girthy as a pencil. Joel was weeping softly in what now was a tiny little man-voice and burying his head in the now taller Karen's stomach. Her still proportionally-large breasts dangling over Joel's head like large water balloons waiting to be dropped. Karen gathered a little courage from her anger and shouted up to Victoria in a voice that was comically high but still lower than Joel's new voice. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US!?" Victoria replied calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because you were fucking around behind my back. At least you thought you were. You also were conspiring with Joel to learn the secrets of my powers, and then use them against me. I told you that no one should have to pay for their failings but themselves, and for my failings as a proper mentor to you, my assistant, and my failings as a proper lover for Joel, I had to punish myself. I sacrificed..." Victoria pointed at Karen. "Good help, and..." She pointed lower at Joel. "...good dick." Karen looked down in resignation and acknowledgment. Then she glared at Robert with a furious expression. "Does she blame ME for this?" Robert thought with astonishment. "She does, Candy. She does because she has no one else to blame," Victoria replied, once again picking up his thoughts. "Oh, and by the way. It's 100% Candy now. Obviously I've flipped back and forth between this for ages, but let's be reasonable..." She gave his clit a vigorous rub for emphasis. "You're sweet little Candy from now on. The little girl without a pussy." Karen squeaked a reply. "It's NOT my fault! It's Joel who wanted to--" Victoria replied in a mock-squeaky voice. "'It's Joel who wanted to!' Be quiet, Kiki. If I wanted your excuses I'd ask for them, and I'm never gonna ask for them." "Kiki..." Robert said curiously under his breath. Victoria cut him off. "It's from the Wizard of Oz you dense tramp. Remember? My favorite movie? Kiki..." Victoria turned to Karen and gave her a crazily condescending grin. "...is one of the MUNCHKINS!" "WHAT'S THAT MAKE JOEL!?" Samantha, licking a second helping of cum off her disgusting, hairy body, dared to ask in her gruff, hillbilly voice. Victoria laughed. "Hamantha, my fine sir, that makes our little teeny- tiny Joel-y boy..." Joel stopped weeping into Karen's belly and turned his head red-eyed up to Victoria for just a moment to hear his new name. "Jinny!" Victoria finished. Joel turned his head away in disgust. "I REMEMBER THAT BOOK. THAT AIN'T NO MUNCHKIN," Samantha retorted. "Hamantha, please conduct yourself like a gentlem--gentle-whatever the fuck not-woman thing you are now, and show some manners. There's a Jinjur, and that will be Jinny's PROPER name from now on, but I think he'll find 'Jinny' just a little more emasculating, won't my little Jinny?" Victoria affected a baby-talk voice and walked over to Joel, crouching and tickling him as he tried to squirm away. "Won't my little Jinny-Jin-Jenny-Poo-Poo-Kins?! That's wight! That's wiiiight!" Victoria lunged for Joel's now tiny pecker and caught it in her fist. "Look at this thing," She scoffed. She turned around, still tugging him to show it to Samantha. "I bet you wish Candy had this weensy thing that first time I reintroduced you two! He might have actually been able to stick it in a little!" Samantha, face and chest now covered in the dried cum she couldn't get off with her tongue or hooves, snorted in agreement. Victoria let go of Joel's tiny member and gave him a dismissive little smack on the face. "Okay, Jinny: go find a dollhouse and try and see if you can fuck a Barbie, or get Ken to rape you. I'll find a use for you that doesn't involve being a man, later," She looked around for a moment, seeming to taken in Robert, Samantha, and Karen as a totality for the first time. She let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay. Since I can't have good dick tonight I'm going to need the closest thing," She picked up a nearby strap-on dildo that was once the size of Joel's cock and tossed it at Karen. "Kiki, I'd ask Jinny to strap this on and give me a good and deep-dicking for old time's sake, but since he has neither the lift..." Victoria knelt to gesture where Joel's height was now. "...or sufficient thrust..." She made a vigorous air-hump. "...in that tiny new body of his to do the job right, I guess it's up to you to at least TRY." Robert raised his hand absurdly. Victoria turned to him laughing. "Oh, you want to volunteer for the fucking, little girl? I don't think so. Even if that's something I'd EVER allow you to do again to ANY woman, I'd say you're probably a LITTLE BIT out of practice by now," Victoria rubbed his clit to emphasize the "little bit" part of this statement. "Our little Kiki here's a bit smaller than she was ten minutes ago, but I think she's been honing her craft pretty well on that sweet little sissy-pussy of yours." "Oh YES mistress, she has," Robert replied with genuine approval of Karen's sissy-pussy fucking skills. "Well don't worry, Candy, my sweet darling baby girl, Kiki will get another turn at it very soon. Probably shortly after our guests arrive. I know they'll be expecting a one-of-a-kind show," Samantha sat up on her enormous haunches again at this news. Victoria made a gag-face. "Oh god, no. You *definitely* won't be in the show, Hamantha. We'll be looking to arouse and titillate the guests, not make them vomit." Samantha plopped down miserably, and began to cry, futily rubbing her now again-soft cock, which was so long it almost curled into a circle on the newspaper floor of her cage. Victoria chirped with mock concern as she tightened the straps on the dildo she was affixing to Karen and smacked away her tiny hands when she made a motion to readjust anything. "Oh, dear, I think I've made our big pink goblin BLUE. Candy! My Shemale Adele, my Meghan Tranny, my soft- bodied little sissy: Why don't you sashay that thick new body over to Hamantha's cage and suck that thick cock I gave her to further humiliate you two?" Robert didn't hesitate for a moment. His previously dainty mincing had taken on more wobbly character. Parts of his body now wobbled when they used to just wiggle. But all things considered, he could be worse off. Samantha was now more disgusting than ever, but now with her deep voice, hairy body, heavy, cum-filled balls and thick, ropy, delicious-looking cock, he found himself queerly attracted to her for the first time since they had become freaks. The hope he'd been nursing like a bit of smoke under some twigs received a fresh piece of kindling. And speaking of receiving some kindling, Robert was ready to slide that big meaty pig cock into his hungry mouth and tease it until it spurted down his throat. It probably wouldn't take long since he had something to offer Samantha that hooves never could: his wet, flexible pierced tongue. And maybe later Samantha could slide it up his sissy-pussy. With Joel's cock out of the picture it could be awhile before he got any other kind of dick again. Robert fell to his knees and took as many of Samantha's inches as he could in one gulp. Three minutes later, the doorbell rang. Robert sprang up from Samantha's cock with his face, hair, and chest completely coated in her thick cum. Bits of it were congealing in wobbly stalactites on his pretty, round little face. He looked over to Victoria, who was on all fours on the couch as Karen stood behind her making high-pitched little munchkin grunts and pumping the strap-on into her pussy with all her might, but it didn't seem like quite enough because Victoria was rubbing her clit with a vibrator and demanding the diminutive, sweating Karen pump harder. "FUCK!" Victoria roared, making Karen startle and stop pumping. "NO, KIKI. YOU *KEEP* FUCKING ME. CANDY! TAKE YOUR PRETTY MOUTH OFF THAT HOT PIG DICK AND HUSTLE THAT CHUNKY BUTT OVER TO THE DOOR. TAKE THEM IN THE...unhhh, yeah....TAKE THEM IN THE...yeah, now put it in my ass for a second...TAKE OUR GUESTS INTO THE PARLORRRRRRRUNNNHHH FUCK!" On his knees, Robert couldn't quite see above the couch that was blocking the other couch that Victoria and Karen were fucking on, but he had a vague idea of what had happened when Victoria had tried to say "parlor." He hopped up and minced as fast as he could on his heels to the front door, ignoring Samantha's demands for him to feed her some of her cum back to her before scampering off and her assertion that he was a dirty little cum-thief, which yes, he knew he was. Smearing his tiny hand one final time over his face and stuffing it almost entirely into his mouth, pulling it out to vacuum off Samantha's precious jizz with one final "POP!", he fussed with his hair a little, applied a little lip gloss, straightened his garter belt and with a final dainty sigh, opened the door. A very tall, very handsome, well-built onyx-colored man in a handsome, nicely-tailored, single-breasted suit stood in the doorway in front of Robert, hat in hand. Behind him was a similarly tall, similarly-colored, gorgeous woman with close-cropped hair in a beautiful white evening dress and haughty expression that reminded Robert of Victoria, but far more convincing. Behind them both was what had to be at least 30 smiling, drop-dead gorgeous women who were stacked like Robert was now in the ass and chest, but built more like Jessica Rabbit than Meghan Trainor. They were all wearing skimpy, dayglo-colored bikinis, or gaudy, lacy, frilly lingerie, or topless except for panties, or nothing at all. One was wearing sunglasses and a chauffeur's uniform. The ones who were wearing nothing at all had very small cocks. Larger than Robert's had ever been after Victoria changed him, but very small all the same. The size of pinky fingers. Robert wondered if they were all that way. "Good evening, little girl," the tall, handsome black man said in a deep, booming voice, as he stared sensual daggers into Robert's pretty eyes. Robert fanned himself dramatically with one small hand. He was hornier at this moment than he'd ever been in his entire life. He blushed, and then began to breathe heavily, and within five seconds he grabbed the doorknob to steady himself as his knees buckled and his little clit winked as he had a small orgasm, right there. The man rushed closer to help Robert up with a firm, but kind jerk. "Are you all right, my..." Still holding onto Robert's arm and side, the man glanced down quickly at Robert's hard little cock-clit, and then back into Robert's eyes. "...my beautiful, sissy creature?" Robert reached back and grasped the tall man by both of his arms, feeling his large and powerful muscles under the fine suit. "I'm..." He gazed up dreamily at the man. "I'm just fine." (To be continued!)