A Game of No Hands Chapter 8

The coffees were half consumed when swellings had abated enough that canine sex parts separated with whines, mostly Steve’s and gasps, mostly Angelica’s. The road trip home began in earnest then. They kept the conversation light, anime and videogames with Angelica warning them whenever Steve and Tina’s opinions start to clash.

“Heh, that is definitely not a card you should keep.” Tina groused as they shifted topics yet again.

“Or we all have to agree that the best marvel movie is iron man three.” Steve chuckled.

“I can’t say I’m a fan either.” Angelica agreed. “Also, maybe some lunch is in order? Rest stop is ahead.”

“We do not believe rest stops do drive throughs.” Tina said.

“I need to stretched my legs and take Steve for a walkie. Let them stare for a bit.” Angelica said.

“Hey!” Steve objected, “I’m not the one wearing a collar here.”

“We can fix that.” Angelica reached forward and scratched an ear, short circuiting his response. “Would you like that good-”

“Don’t!” Steve pleaded, “I’m almost back to normal. I mean male.” Truth be told he was a bit concerned how long it was taking. It been almost three hours since they’d left the parking lot of the coffee place and his dick still hadn’t reappeared. Most everything else had, his moobs seemed slightly more pronounced and his body type now resembled more of an apple than pear. Yet still a hollow existed between his legs. If he focused on it, he could feel it reluctantly shrinking. He might have his original equipment back by the time they got home only to lose it immediately to Tina’s lust. It didn’t help that every time he thought about that great black phallus driving, the lips of his pussy warmed distractingly.

“Fine.” Angelica relented, and they coasted into the rest stop in silence.

They’d manage to hold off stopping until after peak lunch time so the parking lot was only half full. Still that left plenty of eyes to stare at them as the trio walked into the building. Magical Augments, like cat ears and tails were not that uncommon but things like Tina’s prehensile tail were incredibly rare and expensive. More than bizarre than even that would be a loss of function alteration, like Steve’s paws. That be unheard of outside of fetish freak shows. He shoved his paws into the pockets of his hoodie and resolved not to take them out until they had their food.

Still the fresh air felt good after hours in the car. He gave serious thought to taking himself for a walk around the grounds to stretch his legs. Tina and Angelica headed directly inside. Tina wore yoga pants with most of the seat cut out to make room for her tail and covered that fact with a long jacket. Angelica, lacking a tail and her dog dick easily hidden, cut the most human silhouette of all three of them but the brightly colored rosettes that patterned her cheeks neck drew attention to feline face and horns. She accented this by wearing her hair a pony tail. Fellow customers had a wide range of reactions, from furrow brows, wide-eyed stares and smiles as Steve followed them into the food court.

They elected to patronize the big F diner to get some added privacy and asked for a booth. The hostess’ smile only faltered a little when she saw them and quickly showed them to a booth in a corner of the sparsely populated restaurant. They all paused in confusion when the table had a deck of cards in the middle of it.

“Did you?” Angelica asked the trailing question, two which both Tina and Steve shook their heads. The hostess had already departed and with a shrug the three of them slid into the booth.

“It has been twenty-four hours.” Tina commented as she slid into the booth tail first. Angelica and Steve opposite of her. “It appears that waiting until after the Journey is not an option.”

Steve looked down to find his diminishing deck of Husky Maid cards and no silverware or menus. “Doesn’t even want us to eat first.”

“Pushy game. So long as it gives me what I want this time I’m all for it.” Angelica flipped her card over and peered down. “Stealthy predator.” She smiled slyly, “I could live with that.”

Tina drew her card next and gave a nervous chuckle. “Her Kingdom’s arsenal. That is terribly vague.”

“Is there a picture?” Steve asked, eager to delay his own card.

She plucked it up from the table to display a grinning Hyena face with jaunty little crown. The teeth looked particularly sharp.

“Teeth?” Steve guessed.

“The little queen always smiles similarly.” Tina said, gestured to Steve’s deck.

Swallowing hard and mentally begging the game to go easy on him, he nudged off the top card of his deck and flipped it with a flick of his claw.

A cartoon of a happy husky maid greeted him, standing proud in a sparkling uniform. The text above her head: The Right Clothes for the Job. Steve shuddered, would that mean he couldn’t wear anything else? He wasn’t really known for his fashion sense but that seemed so limiting. Especially if they were stuck like this for a month. Still, it was easy to imagine how good that would look on Steph and felt a little drip of excitement for her.

“Oh adorable!” Tina exclaimed, accenting her excitement with rapid, “Naknaknak!” laugh. “We will all be playing these upon ourselves this time, yes. No need to risk the wild deck.”

“I can’t wear a dress!” Steve protested.

“Steph can.” Angelica suggest.

“I’m not Steph!” Steve insisted.

“At the moment, we can fix that.” Angelica made a show of licking her chops.

Steve whimpered, shrinking back into his seat and begging her with his eyes.

Angelica sighed, “Fine, you can play it on me.”

Wow the puppy eyes work! Steve thought to himself as he straightened and gave an excited pant. “Thank you!”

Tina frowned in open disappointment but said nothing.

With a roll of her eyes Angelica pointed her token towards herself and covered it. As Steve fumbled with his own token, Angelica winked at Tina, swiftly turning hers with the palm of her hand.

When they lifted their arms to reveal the tokens Steve yipped as he saw the betrayal of the two clashing arrows. “You lied!” He exclaimed, the hurt making his voice waver.

“You were going to play it on one of us reguardlesssss.” Angelica teeth clenched on the word and leaned forward over the table. Her short skirt lifted in the rear as a tail lengthened out from her spine, black furred and patterned with neon purple rosettes. The change hit her feet next, sharp claws ripping pierced the toes of her boots. The leather briefly struggled to contain the swelling feet before bursting along the seams as her heel raced away from her swelling toes.

Across the table Tina watched as her hands grew and thickened, heavy claws erupted from her finger tips as black pads rose from the skin. “Niiiii! We desire to keep our thumbs! We beg!” She pleaded, but her thumbs had not diminished, swelling along with everything else. They passed the size of Steve’s paws kept going, her forearms thickening to support the massive mitts. Shaggy brown fur colonized the stretching skin. The paw hands growth only subsiding when the span of her palms rivaled that of her trim waist. It didn’t stop there. With a pained laugh Tina’s jaw issued a bone jarring crack. Her hands enveloped her head, muffling the crackle and snap of her skull as her face reshaped into a wide canine muzzle. Her black nose pushing out between the palms of her massive hands. When they lowered Tina face, the one he’d been kissing for the last five years had been completely replaced with the brown furred visage of a hyena. It had minor nods to humanity, thickened lips to allow speech, the skull more domed. To support the heavy jaws, her neck bulged with new muscle that nearly consumed the width of her shoulder. Angelica’s facial reshaping could be accomplished with special effects makeup but this, this was so much more.

“Tina?” Steve’s question brimmed with concern.

She lowered her outsized hands to the table, large tongue lolling over fearsome teeth as her eyes, small in that large head focused on her husband. “We find your outfit pleasing.”

Steve glanced down at himself, saw the black fabric overlayed with a white lacy apron. The cards gave him no time to process this unnoticed change in the outfit. With a light flicking sound two new cards slid in front of both Steve and Angelica.

Hers bid her to “As the crow goes.” While his stated, “That’s lewd, Tentacle.”

Steve felt two spots of warmth, each over a kidney. Before he could even compute the growing twisting sensation, Angelica’s back exploded with such force that the wind nearly knocked Steve out of the booth.

“Haha, wow.” Tina spoke with awe as she stared up at the huge black feathered wings that stretched out from Angelica’s back, right below her shoulder blades and all the way to the ceiling where they had knocked out several ceiling tiles. A light dusting fell down onto Angelica and the table. Haltingly, they folded themselves to Angelica’s back, but they were too large to let her slip down onto the bench. Steve moved to let her out of the booth. Clutching the remaints of her shirt and to her chest, she half spread them experimentally. Purple feathers were mixed among the shiny black pinfeathers that reached down to her digitigrade ankles. The punk Pantheress pattern had claimed her entire body excepting for her forearms and still mostly human hands, sporting long curved nails.

The restaurant’s manager, a stout woman came charging up to her. Angelica smoothly apologized for the damage. Spinning some yarn about being the victims of a magical accident. Steve stopped listening when something slick and warm parted the trifold of his spade. It rubbed up directly against his hidden clit, sending a fresh quake up his body. Steve bit his tongue to suppress a scream and flung himself back into the booth before his legs gave out. The thing pushed deeper, stretching the chamber that had been shrinking and began to twist about.

Steve husky whimpered into a paw pad as pawed at the thing between his legs. Beneath his maid’s dress, a tentacle extended from his lower back, curled around his thigh and into his canine sex. His tentacle he realized as he felt the prodding of his paw from both sides. He tried to withdraw it but it only pressed in deeper. Images of so many henti videos of men and women entrapped by tentacles, forced to into unimaginable levels of pleasure. Helpless to stop it. Helpless like him. He opened his legs, and it thrusted in with a sudden surge of strength. The second slithered up his chest, its very tip poked above the neck line of his uniform.

Tina, who’d been watching Steve hunch as the air filled with the scent of his feminine juices saw the pink tip extend. It crept up toward his mouth and had just reached his jawline when he spasmed with an orgasm and slumped back against the seat.

His dazed eyes met hers. Grinning, he mouthed the words “Don’t worry. I’ll share.” The tendril swiftly retracted and in the space of glancing at Angelica, who still talked to the manager, Tina felt slick warmth curl her own cock and give it a tender squeeze.

“Ssssst-t-teven.” She growl stuttered and pressed her claws against the vinyl table top, causing it to crack. The tentacle had pushed down the length of her femcock and the objections fell from her head as it squirmed deliciously inside her.

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