A Game of No Hands Chapter 15

Steve woke encircled by Tina’s monstrous arms. A pleasant tightness around his middle as her long head rested on his breasts. Slowly, she squeezed him tighter, verging into discomfort. He pawed at her nose but she didn’t stirr, the pressure continuing to increase.

“Tina!” He whined, shoving at her face, but she only responded with a low chuckle. “Wake up.” Steve pleaded as breathing became a struggle against her strength.

“Honey please.” He gasped.

No response.

“Y-your highness! I-I beg!”

She grinned and Steve heard the tearing of fabric.

His eyes snapped open as he finally took a full breath. The familiar texture of the apartment ceiling greeted him. Shifting, he felt cum stiffened fabric pull on his densely furred nether regions. Looking down, he found a swath of loose fabric where his breasts had been while the corseted waist had split down the side by his swelling belly. Passing his paw over his head confirmed that the long hair and braid had fallen back into the ether of the magic.

Ugh, He thought to himself, disappointed as the last of the trigger induced changes faded. Back to being a fat bastard. Although maybe… He turned his head to find Tina, slumbering peaceful beside him, Angelica’s head snuggled just below her breasts. The shaggy pillow that Steve own head rested upon proved to be Tina’s wrist.

Steph would pounce her, lick her face and demand to be called a good girl until all this ugly maleness went away.

I’m not ugly! Steve protested his own thoughts and rolled off the bed. Although the mirror did little to support his argument. In a ripped, ill fitting, cum splattered and stiffened dress with smudged makeup he looked like a drag Queen after a gang bang. He chuckled at that as he wriggled free of the dress and under things, biting back yelps as adhered bits pulled on crusty fur. His stomach howled so he detoured to the kitchen en route to the bathroom. The paws thwarted his attempt to snatch a breakfast bar quickly. He had to spend minutes pondering how to open the damn wrapper. Finally he wrapped the handle of their meat cleaver with paper towels until it was thick enough to grasp tightly in the curl of his thick thumblike digits. Then, with an awkward roll of his wrist, spilt the bar in half, wrapper and all. Huffing in victory as he wolfed down the one of halves of the grainy bar, he didn’t notice his black furred lover prowling up behind him.

He yelped as black hands, spotted with purple rosettes, suddenly sprouted beneath his arm pits. One snatched up the other half of bar and the other covered his mouth.

“Sssh.” A short fuzzy muzzle nuzzled Steve’s cheek, “Don’t want to wake her highness.” Angelica purred, then popped the purloined snack into her mouth.

“Hey that was mine!” Steve whisper whined.

The muzzle wrinkled as Angelica chewed, “Eeegh, well I’m considering giving it back. Yuck.” Still she swallowed and then attempted to scrape flavor from her tongue with her teeth.

“Serves you right. Snatching my snack.” Steve pawed a second bar onto the cutting board and split it in half with a solid thwack! Angelica flinched.

“I could have done that for you.” She offered, sliding over beside him.

Steve growled and flapped a paw in her direction. “These were supposed to be yours. They make everything harder.” Sullenly, he picked up a pair of toaster tongs between two digits. One at a time he pick up the wrappers and slid the bar halves out.

“Thats why I gave them to you. It's so much cuter to watch somebody else struggle with them.” She smiled as he leaned down and ate bar off the counter. Angelica’s amused stare heated his cheeks.

“I’m not in the mood.” He said between bar halves, his hunger pangs overriding his dignity.

“Aww is the puppy grumpy?” She asked, plucking another bar up from the counter and opening it a signal easy motion of her long fingers.

“This puppy is sticky, tired and wants to clean himself up but a certain kitty won’t leave him alone.” Steve sniffed and scented a heavy note of arousal entering Angelica’s musk. “Because she’s triggering herself.”

“Takes two to argue. Although if your not in the mood now, I know a couple words that would fix that.” She spoke while slowly sliding the bar from the wrapper and ended the sentence with a sultry lick on its tip.

The suggestion touched off a pang of longing in Steve. Those words could but him back in that state they had put him last night. Where everything made sense. A whispered, “Please…” snuck out his lips. He shook his head and added, “No. Not now… please.”

She cocked her head curiously and offered him the bar. A tentative sniff confirm that he was still very hungry, he took a bite.

“I know where you are.” She said, “I’ve been there.”

Steve swallowed down a dry bite. “That… She wasn’t me.” He said before taking another. “I’m not trans.”

Angelica said nothing, just let the statement hang as she fed him the rest of the bar. In the silence, the scent of her arousal hadn’t faded at all and she pressed two padded fingers against his lips as he chewed the last mouthful.

“Gods you are cute. Course, I’m a serious sucker for lost puppies.” She said as he swallowed, her hand sliding up to his ear where it did this combination of scratching and massage that felt like heaven. “How about we get cleaned up for our Queen? Would you like that?”

Steve gave a tiny nod, and she swept forward, pressing her thin naked body against his thickly as they shared a heady kiss. His paws circled her waist, brushing pinfeathers aside. The tender affection stirred his tail to softly thump against the cabinetry.

Breaking the kiss, Angelica peered over Steve’s shoulder at the curly tail. “There we go, Puppy’s happy again.” She hooked a finger on his collar. “Come on. Let's take a shower, you can help me with these feathers. If you argue with me I will jump you despite the fact my cock feels like it ran a marathon without me. Oh and,” her voice shifted to a sultry purr, “I will happily GG you into puppy slut mode if you ask.”

“I… I’ll keep that in mind.” Steve managed say.

Showering with Angelica was weird, he and Tina had done it all the time but the casual intimacy of doing it with someone new marked how far they’d come in few days. The weirdness of their bodies encourage them to explore each other. Angelica couldn’t reach the area between her wings at all and clearly enjoyed Steve’s lathered up paws working across her back. Her claws combed out tangles of his fur. So different from this morning’s styling session, a mutual grooming. Steve did not ask her to GG him, although the desire flared every time he caught his own reflection in the mirror.

Once done they toweled off. Angelica joked about the body sized hair drier she would have to buy after the game. Steve noted to himself that Angelica sounded like she wanted to make this permanent, too. Although there was an obvious difference, Angelica loved what the changes had done to her body. Tina seemed less enamored of being the Yeen Queen and more focused on good girling him.

Although Tina didn’t look uncomfortable in her fur at all as she greeted Steve and Angelica with a sunny grin as they exited the bathroom. She lounged across the length of the couch, the recliner and a kitchen chair pulled up to encircle the coffee table. In the middle of its glass surface sat the stack of No Hands card, their individual decks in front of the seats.

“Noble of both of you to keep so tidy.” She laughed, “Although a futile endeavor as it is the appointed time for fuckery.”

“Wow, thy royal tongue is back with a vengeance.” Angelica circled around to the kitchen chair, pushed it out of the way and knelt down on the floor, propping her elbows on the coffee table.

Tina shrugged, “There must be some class to these proceedings, even the maid is naked. Showing those lewd dangly bits to your queen.”

Steve quickly covered himself with a paw. “S-sorry. You want me to get dressed first?”

“No we shall see what the card hold first. Although we are disappointed that our Kitty-Bird hasn’t held you to your promise.” Tina chuckled.

“I didn’t want to deny you the pleasure, my Queen.” Angelica stuck out her tongue in cheeky defiance.

“Naughty pet,” Tina tittered affectionately before looking at Steve who stood there, frozen, waiting for the enviable GG. “Now be a good girl and sit.”

“Yesum,” Steve shivered with excitement and relief. Still, Tina’s good girl at least. With that thought, he hurried to obey and looked down at his cards. The face of the Husky Maid grinned up from the cards.

All three of them reached for their decks. Steve’s card flipped over as soon as he touched it, as if too eager to wait for his fumbling paws with. Proud Pillows! The card declared with the huskie maid sporting a much enhanced bosom, soft looking fluff spilling out over the top of dress’s boob window.

Yes! Went one part of his being, as another recoiled in horror. He didn’t want to be a man with big boobs! What would happen when he got good girled? Steph already had two sets of large breasts. The image of breasts too large to see over flitted through his head. On the other paw, they might look very nice.

He announced his card and then looked across at the woman’s chests. Angelica’s already enhanced once breasts were still smaller than the comparably tiny Tina’s.

“Just what a puppy girl needs, more padding,” Angelica snerked, “Better than mine, dress contrary. Another fucking compulsion.”

“To dress contrary you have to actually wear clothing.” Tina snickered through a very wind grin. “I received A Queen’s Majestic Battlements.”

What did that mean? Both Angelica and Steve peered toward the card in the hope of seeing the illustration to grok the meaning of the term but no avail. Tina had already hidden her token behind her hand and good quarter of the table with it.

“Should we talk this out?” Angelica offered.

“No. We know perfectly well what you are doing.” Tina said and flattened her hand over the token.

“You do?” Uncertainty flitted over Angelica’s face before she nodded and hid her own token.

Steve had no idea what would happen if one mixed dress contrary with being only able to wear maid uniforms. Would that mean he’d be forced to put on the dress upside down and hang the stockings from his ears? That had zero appeal. Sighing he pointed his token toward Angelica as he assumed Tina had. This would give her another triple change and maybe another enhancement card. Still, he was pretty sure she’d use that against Tina.

“Hehehe!” Tina chuckled darkly as the tokens were revealed and he gasped to see her token pointed at him. Angelica had played as expected, pointing her token directly at Tina.

“Its around the world!” A tinny voice exclaimed, along with trumpets sounding off. A card had flipped off the deck and a burst of light exploded above like tiny fireworks.

Tina plopped a finger tip over the card, dragged it towards her and read it out load. “It's the round the world event! All players have played cards to their right or left without any blocks. To celebrate this peaceful sharing of changes, each player must describe their interpretation of the card’s effects. Start with the player with the lowest score and work in the direction of play.”

Angelica gave a confused mew as the three of them shared expressions of wary confusion. Finally she sighed, “Okay Steve, describe what Proud Pillows mean?”

“Uh Huge tits obviously.” Steve said.

“Obiiiii-” Angelica grasped, grabbing at her breasts as they surged larger with curious squirking noise. They quivered and swelled beyond the hand’s ability to contain them.

“Like enormous, head sized.” Steve continued and Angelica swore as her breasts continued to grow. The flesh jiggled until they were size of melons and the nipples were thick plugs wider than a quarter.

“They’re so soft, because they’re covered in thick plush fur.” At Steve’s bidding, the bare skin of Angelica’s breasts, the only part of her left uncovered sprouted white fur, it covered the breast up to edge of the areola. It kept growing, becoming thick and plush. Yet it didn’t stop there, it spread down Angelica’s belly, coating down to her sheath in plushness. Her cock jutted out in front of the sea of whiteness.

Grabbing at her nipples and twisting, she let out rowling cry before gasping, “They so sensitive!!”

“Your proud of them.” Steve said, enjoying watching Angelica struggle with an awkward change. “You love them to be touched and petted.”

“Why wouldn’t I love them? T-they sssso big and ssssoft!” She started kneading them, squeezing them together, the pleasure making her eyelids flutter as she fell into a slack jawed pant. “I like being sssoft! More!” She squeaked, a jet of cum splashing up onto the underside of the coffee table. She dropped hands from her breasts, which thanks to the fur, rivaled small watermelons for size. Yawned or screaming soundlessly, the fluff broke out of the confines of her front torso. The black fur floofed all around her body, the multicolor rosettes swelling in size, with the outer rings becoming even more vibrant. A punky snow leopard more than jaguar now.

Before she any chance to recover, the deck dealt her a single card.

She glanced at it and her eyes widened, “What?!” She whimpered, clapping both hands to her tummy. It emitted a sharp gurgle and bowed outward.

“Holy fuck!” Steve barked as Tina leapt to her feet.

The card read, Get Laying Once a Day.

“I can feel them!” Angelica cried out, clutching at her newly pregnant belly.

“Do you need Assistance?” Tina released a high pitched titter that edged on panick.

“I got it! Oh Gawds.” A hand warded both Tina and Steve off as Angelica raised herself into a squat, clutching the edge of the coffee table for support. “Just catch them please.”

Steve ran around behind her and ducked beneath her newly thickened tail. There he watched her bottom swell as hips made room. A plump furless line of flesh extended out from the very rear of her scrotum, chasing her anus which drew up closer to the base of her tail.

“Mmmrrrrrowl!” Angelica yowled as Tina cradled her head in a hand paw, petting the bridge of her nose with a thumb. Below, the line swelled before splitting open into two drooling pussy lips. No sooner had they formed then some shiny and black forced them apart.

“I got it! I got it!” Steve shouted excitedly, tail wagging as he shoved his two paws beneath the heaving slit.

“Ooooh!” Angelica’s wings flapped tentatively as she forced a pink speckled black egg from her body and into Steve’s cupped paws. It broke suction with the sound of a kiss. Not quite an ostrich egg but still bigger than a large human fist.

“Got it.” Steve pulled the egg free, clutched between both paws. Glancing around he found himself unsure where to put it.

“There’s more!” Angelica gasped.

Steve placed it on the recliner’s seat and nearly dived back between Angelica’s legs. Two more eggs dropped into his paws before Angelica announced she was done with a moan of pure satisfaction. Together with Tina, they picked her up and resettled the new cat-bird hen into the recliner.

“Finally.” Angelica sighed, her grin beaming up at Tina and Steve. “I have all the parts I wanted and look!” She hefted one of the eggs. “I made breakfast.”

Tina and Steve shared a deeply unsettled expression as the Yeen Queen’s hands pressed at her own belly in case it decided that it wanted in on the action.

“What if its… fertile?” Steve asked, giving voice to their unease. That neither wanted children had been a settled fact in their marriage. The egg symbolized a consequence of all this magical fuckery.

“Won’t be after we cook it!” Angelica said with a laugh. As both her lovers continued to stare down at her with deep frowns on their faces, she rolled her bright amber eyes. “Its impossible, these are virgin eggs.”

“But maybe we have to start taking precautions?” Tina asked.

“Sure!” Angelica chirped, “Steve be a good girl and stick these eggs in the fridge.”

“Yessum!” Steve brightened and hustled to obey, gathering the eggs into his arms.

Angelica watched him bustle into the kitchen, open the fridge with a tentacle, and dump the eggs inside with a smile. Then looked with to see Tina staring with her ears still pinned back. “Oh come off it Queenie! Neither of you are going to knock me up. Steve’s sperm count’s been through a magic gender blender.” She reached over and grabbed one of Tina’s black balls and squished it flat.

“Yeeee!” Tina jumped but failed to pull herself from the cat’s grip.

“And you’re nothing but show in that department.” Angelica chuckled as she continued to gently squeeze Tina’s sack. Tina’s pawhands opened and closed but made no move to stop Angelica’s teasing fingers. “And I’ve been on the pink pills for a year, my little wigglies dead and gone. So don’t let that worry your big toothy head.” Her voice dropped to a seductive purr, “Infact, why don’t I give you something else to think about? It my turn.”

Tina’s head, which had tilted back as she enjoyed the still very novel sensation of furry fingers playing with her psuedo balls, dipped down toward the newly curvy cat bird. Her muzzle bore an uneasy grimace, “And what does dress contrary mean to you?”

Mischief sparkled in Angelica eyes, “Most Queens save their most glorious appearances for the wider world but you are a contrarian Queen. Starting tomorrow, you shall dress your best for us, your most inmate subjects.”

A deep blue light shone out from Tina’s brown eyes, their pupils dilating, her facial features freezing as she took in Angelica’s instructions. “Elegant gowns, wild fur styling and sparkling jewelry, or a combination of all three. It should take you three hours in the morning to prepare yourself, with or without assistance.”

“Thats…”

“Generous I know. Not done though. That elegance is only for our eyes only though! When you to interact with the outside world, you will feel intensely uncomfortable if you are not wearing as little clothing as you can get away with. To them, they’ll see only a savage beauty. Collars are always acceptable, though.”

“Nnnnnak nak nak nak!” Tina’s body shuddered hard, then shook her head voliently shook her head as trying to shake the magic free. “Three hours?” She gasped. “I-I don’t have the wardrobe.”

“I’m sure the cards will help you with that card will help with that. They seemed eager to transmute my wardrobe.” Steve commented. He’d had been watching this from the safety of the kitchen, felt a little torn. That all felt a wee bit mean, but on the other paw, at least he wasn’t the only one with a dress requirement now.

“Thought you’d like that one.” Tina turned her head to smile at the naked husky man who stood in the entrance to the kitchen, watching with a half smile. “Plus-”

A far too loud flip of a card cut off Angelica and everyone’s eyes went to the table where a card slid toward Tina’s deck.

With a yip of a laugh, Tina grabbed at her sides and fell to her knees. “Whats… It say?” Her voice coming as a tortured wheeze, intersperse with crackling emanating from her upper spine.

“Double stacked?” Angelica peered at the card.

Tina cried out, dug her claws into the carpet as her fingers thickened and with sound of ripping flesh split into two, each stacked on top of the other.

Steve blinked in confusion, the first thing that came to his mind was the memory of two sets of breasts hanging from his chest but that didn’t involve bone structure. The split continued, a second set of arms slowly lifted from the original. As the split reached her shoulders, Tina gave a saw tooth giggle as he spine added new vertebrae as a series firecracker loud pops. The new handpaws joined the originals in grasping the floor, driving the heavy claws through the cheap carpet and deep into the floorboards. The division had left the lower hand paws slightly smaller than the top pair but still more than twice the size of any human hand. Steve count seven pops before Tina’s much longer back sagged.

Giggling incoherently, Tina climbed up to her feet, revealing a second set of breasts hanging on her chest, slightly smaller than her originals. Fingers on the top hands flexed experimentally, followed by the lower. Then upper and lower hands pressed against each other, pad to pad. Fingers interlocked, let go and then each oversized pad hand squeezed a breast. “Hah Hah!” Tina laughed, “The kingdom has a surplus of hands!”

Steve huffed. Figures the game would give Tina a second set of manipulators while leaving him with clumsy paws. Unfortunately, the sound caused Tina’s eyes to lift from her explorations and settled on him.

Tina’s grin of wonder split open, bridges of saliva shining between the points of her teeth as her eyes traveled up and down Steve’s body. “Ooooh it is our turn to enforce our will.” One hand paw bent a finger towards him, “Come.” She demanded.

What card had she played on him? Steve wracked his brain as his feet began to shuffle forward. Something about battlements? As he approached, it struck him how much height she’d gained, he now found himself eye level to her black nose. Unbidden, tingles played across his nipples and ran up the length of his cock, stirring it to stiffness. As he approached, she reached between his legs and cradled his balls with a single curved claw.

“We are disappointed to see you in such a state of… maleness.” She said with a small sneer on her upper lip. “Already you break your promise.”

“Sorry!” Steve squeaked before his brain could get in front of the apology. “I-I mean, this morning was just playing right? You d-didn’t mean I had to be ah-good girl every second right.” His tail wagged, both from the trigger and his own desperate hope.

“Unfortunate, it seems the magic agrees with that but maybe it gave us A Queen’s Majestic Battlements, to help correct this oversight. after all, if these,” She dragged her claws over Steve’s cheeks and snapped her teeth just short of his nose, making him flinch. “Are the Queen armaments, then the battlements must be,” she cupped her breasts with her lower handpaws, then slid them down her toned stomach and around the curve of her hips. “Everything else.”

“Ghh-” Steve found himself without words as his body mass began to flow in now familiar patterns. A swirl of pleasant warmth curled out onto his chest as the breasts swelled. Hips widened and buttocks plumped. Tina pulled him into her embrace, pressing her soft breasts against his back and squeezing Stevens narrowing waist.

“Thats a start. HeheheheEE” Tina licked Steve’s cheek. “But with this card we gift you with the body of not a mere husky maid but the husky Queen. A breed of athleticism comboed with an ideal of femininity and fertility. Become your perfect bitch husband of mine.”

Ideal husky woman? The image of her rippled through Steve’s mind. A compromise of Steph’s curves with Tina’s fitness. He attempted to fling the image away, but a tendril of magic pounced on the image. As flows within him intensified, he cried out “Tiiiinnnna!” with a voice equal parts anger and joy. Futilely he attempted to escape her arms but it only resulted in him paddling at the air. Previously, the good girl trigger had only redistributed, but the flows turned in on themselves. He felt like a full bucket that had sprung a leak, his flesh draining away as his girth dwindled.

Tina’s commands echoed through Steve’s entire body, “Athleticism.” The word rippled through his muscles, trading oceans of tone for their former bulk. “Femininity,” Steph giggled from somewhere as long tresses of hair spilled across Steve’s eyes and his features softened. “Fertile Bitch.” These words wormed around in Steve’s hips, pressing to widen further, swelling the flesh beneath the stomach nips until each could be termed a small breast.

“Good girl!” Tina whispered and with that Steve’s felt herself blossom internally, the process sparking jolts of pleasure as the external became internal. Steve couldn’t help but grind against one of Tina’s offered finger.

“There it is! That my girl coming back to her proper shape.” Tina cooed with light snicker. “Say thank you to for this gift.”

“I-I…” Part of Steve or Steph wanted to howl out praise to Tina. It all felt so good, right even as she hugged her curves and breasts. Yet another part screamed No! He couldn’t be this bestial sexual servant, it couldn’t be him. It had to be the magic making him want this, the real Steve had ambitions beyond being a fuck toy. Right? As usual, the conflict muted him.

A flip of a card greeted the opening of his eyes and he saw the words upon it as it traveled across the table to his deck. “Have a second opinion.” Before he could ponder the meaning of the words, a sudden spike of pain drove down through his skull. Arcs of brilliant rainbow light flooded the vision through his left eye. Additional fingers of agony reached down through his head. He opened his mouth to scream the fingers wretched and pulled. A sudden crunch and the pain disappeared, leaving Steve panting, the left side of his face tingling oddly.

“Thank you Mistress. I feel so much better now!” A voice Steve recognize as… her own called out right beside her. “Please don’t stop.” She swallowed to confirm that it hadn’t come from her throat.

Steve slowly turned his head toward the voice and caught Angelica staring at her with sheer shock painted on her many colored face. Then she found herself, literally the face of Steph looking back at her. She was too close to really see all of her but that pale blue eye, wet black nose and happy grin.

“Hi Sis!” She giggled and slapped her tongue against Steve’s lips.

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