	"Come one, come all! My endless journey has produced many rare and valuable items, sold at a price so low even I can hardly believe it!" A lone merchant cries out to the few people milling about the road, those able to hear him showing no interest in his wares. He had decided to visit a small town this time, but to his chagrin he had picked one far too small, most of the population had flown the coop after the war between the Ancients approached. Still the merchant knew that someone out there would take the bait, it was only a matter of time. And with that in mind, a smirk broke across his face as he saw two figures approaching, their attire far finer than anything a poor villager could own, it was a caliber of dressing reserved for heroes.
	Curiously enough both heroes were bereft of weapons, one wearing a skin-tight suit colored a deep shade of blue along with silver-rimmed armor. With clothing so tight you could make out every facet of the hero's body, how every one of her steps made the muscles of her legs shift underneath the ample cushioning her thighs, how those same thighs met with some deliciously thick hips that lead up to her waist and then her ample breasts. Her taut suit did nothing to dissuade her bosom from moving in tune with her steps, the sight of her shaking rack threatening to hold the merchant's vision. Her companion however wore several different shades of purple, her garb a bit more modest but still just as tight, allowing a good idea of what her assets might be like. In fact, this hero's gait was even more alluring thanks to the heels she wore at the bottom of her tight black leggings, and she moved with practiced fashion in them, her hips which wore a skirt moving back and forth, throwing around the weight that lie there. Sadly, and unlike her assumed friend, this purple-clad hero wore a brassiere of some sort that held her breasts tight, but at the same time was molded precisely to fit her chest, doing little to diminish the size of breasts. Both of them definitely had their wits about them however, the sharp gaze of the heroes piercing the trader with scrutiny, though they were unarmed they were not to be taken as prey. Letting loose a deep chuckle, the merchant settled his nerves before calling out to the duo, "Greetings fair maidens, would you like to browse my merchandise? I promise you they are above the standards of even what you are used to!" With a flourish of his hands and the loud clattering of metal, the merchant pulled a cloak from a section of his stand, revealing numerous trinkets of different shapes and sizes, each one encrusted with the most precious of gems.
	For a moment, the merchant caught a look of disappointment from the purple one, something he quickly sought to rectify. "Aaaand, if that is not enough. In my travels I have accumulated many...'discouraged' materials." Reaching from beneath his stand, the merchant pulls out a stack of dust-coated books, each one more decrepit than the last. "So, lets talk business."
	The reveal of his many tomes had definitely excited the elfish hero, but the armored one remained critical of him, her eyes scrutinizing every item placed before her. "Merchant," the soft voice of the elf broke the uncomfortable silence that had settled after the trader's spiel, "what can you tell me about this book?" The heroine had chosen a soft-pink book, the cover emblazoned with intricate grooving and symbols that refused to hint at the contents.
	Reaching towards the hero, the trader gently lifted the book from her grasp, cradling the aged paper in one arm as he wiped the dust from it. "A fine eye you have, this is the studies of a long slain sorcerer. They say that before his fall he had imbued his works each with a different spell he had perfected. However, I say that he most certainly did, for this book is one of his finest enchantments. Simply by carrying it with you, your insight will multiply, granting you the vision and knowledge of endless scholars!" At the end of his description, and cleaning, the tome began to shine in the sunlight, the still active magic inside of it evident to whoever so much as glanced at it. "And for such a keen eye, I will offer it at quite a low price, much lower than any other shopkeeper's price. Most would ask for 2,400 or perhaps even 3,800 gold; me however? I ask only that you pay me a small amount of 900 and give it a good home." A wide smile across his face as he handed the book back to the hero, the elfish woman unable to look away from the magic-infused tome as sparks of pink energy raced across its surface.
	"And what do you have to offer me trader?" A distinctly accented and haughty voice broke the warm smile across the man's face, the armored one of the duo having finally decided to speak up. "Your trinkets are...below my standards." Her arms were crossed and her face carried a look of disdain, the merchant knew he wouldn't be able to get her doe-eyed over a bundle of pages like he did with her companion.
	Patting down the many pockets gracing his coat, the trader revealed what he had hidden away. A dazzling blue crystal hung from a thin string, it was a beautiful necklace that had been shaped into the shape of a crescent moon. The gem had been shaped with maybe dozens of hundreds of short cuts, caused light to twinkle off of it, making it look as though it were a piece of the moon itself. "Perhaps you would be interested in this then? This is no ordinary gem my fair patron, this is what is called a Moon's Tear, named after the belief that so beautiful a thing must have come from the heavenly body above! Make no mistake, this is not simply lunar ore chiseled into this shape, it is something far greater, said to have been blessed by Selemene herself!" For a second, the armored heroine seemed to drop her guard at the mention of the goddesses' name, all the merchant had to do was seal the deal. "And much like the tome I've shown your friend, this necklace comes with a special benefit. When night falls and cloaks the land in darkness, you too shall fade into obscurity, the moon hiding you from any prying eyes! I know what you're thinking, how much could such a gift cost? Well to beat my competitors with their 'Shadow Amulets' and 'Gems of True-Whatevers', I ask only for 500 gold pieces!" Leaning over his display, the man offers the thin string to the entranced patron, "I can guarantee it will make you look beautiful."
	"I-...I'll take it!" Quickly she snatches the offered necklace up and produces a tightly tied bag, the shape of gold pieces inside clearly defined. "This should cover the both of us with something left over. If these do as you say, we may bring you further business peddler!" Just as swiftly as she had grabbed it, the hero quickly settled the jewelry around her neck, the radiant blue gem matching the hue of her tight suit.
	Another chuckle escaped the trader's lips in response to her words. "Oh how I wish for that. But sadly to remain in business I must travel from town to town, perhaps when we meet again we could make some more deals. But for now, enjoy your purchases, for they no doubt enjoy you too." As he spoke the merchant began to pile his goods and trinkets back into the bags they had come from, and plop each sack onto a nearby cart. "Farewell heroes, may you find victory and more on the field of battle!" And with a wave farewell, the duo parted with the trader, unaware that the smile upon his face was there for far darker reasons.

	The dirt road underneath them pads their steps, but seems to go on endlessly as the pair of heroes continue their journey, satisfied with their purchases. The first to speak is the elfish one, known as Lanaya the Templar Assassin, "I really must thank you Luna, you didn't need to pay for me too." Her soft voice carries a hint of guilt as she voices her concern, while at the same time running a finger across the face of her new book.
	"Oh think nothing of it Lanaya, I just had to have this necklace, something about it got me excited." The armor-bound hero lifts her purchase to the sky, letting the light's reflection dazzle her, a touch ironic considering she's Luna the Moon Rider.
	Feeling the texture of the tome, Lanaya could tell that it was built to last, the dust that accumulated on it had done nothing to its quality. "Still, it was twice the cost of your amulet, I must pay you back some time." The hero's hand runs across the face of the book, unknowingly her hand making hearts as it travels the chiseled path, causing the ever-present sparks of arcane enchantments to pulse brighter than before. "I will be rewarded kindly for these secrets after all."
	"Don't worry about it I said, it's just a bundle of paper. This necklace of mine is greater than that, and was cheaper too." For some reason, Luna found herself growing annoyed at Lanaya's words. Sure it's great to be payed back when you do a favor, but something about her tone began to gnaw at the rider, giving her an urge to begin to compare the two's items.
	"Haha, that's a sense of humor I rarely see from you Luna!" A small laugh is the response to Luna's words, but the assassin has begun to grow unsettled with Luna in turn. "Normally you're so upset, one would think your suit is too tight."
	Anger broils inside Luna, and her flare of emotions reflects in the necklace hanging upon her chest, the cool blue crystal beginning to reflect light even greater. "And just what does that mean?"
	Leaning over to her companion, Lanaya whispers, "You know, your chest."
	Almost immediately, Luna's pace becomes a tad more subdued, her steps becoming softer which in turn cause the shaking of her latex-bound breasts to relax. "W-well, you're one to talk! You wear a brassiere everywhere, people can't look away from your chest on display like that!" As the warrior of the night tries to return the insult, she's entirely unaware of the glow of her new necklace seeping into her suit, the magic imbued within beginning to work.
	With her book held tight, the elfish hero covers her chest with both arms, her embarrassment obvious even with her blush hidden behind her mask. "I j-just don't like them moving around, it feels uncomfortable..." Internally, Lanaya can't help but think it'd be better if she didn't have breasts so large, certainly something smaller than what she has now. "S-still, what about your rear! You're always showing it off!"
	Now it's the rider's turn to blush. She's long since felt the weight she's had in her behind, the movements of her mount causing her to feel every shift of her ample weight, her rear so large you could bounce a coin off them. "Y-you're just jealous! You wish you had hips like mine, instead of the ridiculously wide ones you have! Even if I'm a little big back there, at least I don't get dwarfed by my old woman waist." A smirk begins to grow on Luna's face as she watches her friend's gait become more careful and in line with her own, the Assassin's hips no longer swinging back and forth. "And what's with your thighs! Did you want to even out your stupidly big hips by thickening up down there too?"
	Instead of being angry, Lanaya only finds shame brewing in her, even if Luna was exaggerating, the hero had begun to worry. These feelings of hers, these wishes, drew out more of the mystical energies in the tome held to her chest. Entirely unknown to either hero, the energies trapped within their purchases had finally settled into them and began their twisted work. The changes are small however, and acting on her wishes, the pink magic diffusing in Lanaya's chest slowly slimming down her breasts, barely shaving off an inch. And Luna begins to shift as well, her own rack barely shrinking, the jiggling of her chest growing weaker as well.
	"W-well your breasts are still too big." Is the only retort Lanaya can come up with, before murmuring, "Even if I wish my hips were more like yours..." Something that doesn't go unnoticed by her friend.
	Silence hangs in the air for a moment as Luna mulls over what the Assassin just said. "Do you really mean that? About your hips?" Keeping pace with the other hero, Luna looks for a response, but only sees Lanaya deeply interested in the book she has kept to her chest, trying to avoid allowing their eyes to meet. Slowly the magic returns again, the soft hues of arcane energy ignored by both heroes. But it isn't as subdued as before, and instead of barely scraping off some size, their combined chest size plummets, each hero losing several inches. "Well...I guess I'm jealous of your chest, Lanaya. You were right before, about my suit being too tight..."
	"Oh...I mean you have great legs Luna, they're so trim." Even now, while complimenting her friend, the elfish woman blushes, but it's different now. Instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, she feels a growing urge inside of her, a strange attraction towards her friend's restrained but still plump hips. And as those feelings grew larger inside of her, the magic filling her body responded in kind, the reduction of her breasts not ceasing but also being assisted by a shrinking of her hips and rear.
	Both heroes were entirely unaware of the hole they continued to dig themselves into. Their wishes and words encouraging the magical properties of their items to strengthen and grow even bolder in the shifting of their forms. Earlier they had been utter sex bombs with assets that only the most perverse fetishist could imagine, but now as the cursed items work they begin to lose those qualities. "N-no, I'm far more jealous of you Lanaya. Your breasts are so much better compared to mine, they're hardly in the way!" Luna continued to heap praise upon her friend for her demure cup, where she would once boast of her own rack, she was now deeply concerned that she was far too 'gifted'. Her worries were fed into the ever-growing curse, and in turn speed up its process of diminishing her own cup, still far from a fast pace but visible to those who knew to look.
	"Do you really think so? Uhm, well I still love how much smaller your hips are than mine, they look so perfectly round too!" The Templar was quick to respond in kind, that urge within her now spreading to the next section of her friend's form. So plump, and yet still feminine, Lanaya couldn't help but steal glances at how her body expertly shifted the weight of her hips, how every step didn't jiggle like her own did. And just like how her friend's curse grew from her feelings, Lanaya's own curse fed on these thoughts, stealing the excess curves from the hero's body.
	As the curse ramps up in strength, more and more arcane energy races across each hero's body, but they're entirely unaware of it, the curse so deep-seated now that they have no hope of growing aware of it. Instead, each hero continues to grow more interested in the other's body, "Oh, but you're so cute! You look so much tomboyish than me, people look at me and see something from a fertility myth..." Luna's eyes are locked to the chest of her companion, her friend's rack diminishing before her eyes but the rider entirely unaware of the changes, instead her mind taking it in as this is how she's always been. "Just look at your chest, you're almost entirely flat. Any smaller and you'd look almost like a boy." For a split second, her own words get caught in Luna's mind, before being pushed away as the curse tightens its grip on her thoughts.
	"D-do you really think so, Luna?" Lanaya can barely stutter a response, even the chosen Assassin of the Templars becoming deeper entranced by the curse flowing into her body. "You really have the perfect mix of plump and lithe legs though, I really wish I could match you..." Just as before, her wishes are fed into the curse, making the curse holding the both of them growing stronger and stronger. While before the magic had done its work to their forms, both heroes were around an E-cup chest size, and both had far more booty than most people knew what to do with. But now caught so deeply in the throes of the magic items, each hero had a C-cup that was quickly approaching a B, while their rear end wasn't hit quite as hard it was a far cry from the MILF-like flesh they both carried before. And as the curse grows in power, it began to add further changes, its purpose not solely to shrink assets and perverse a mind. With all the dirty wishes and envy being fed into it, the curse begins to take their age as well, feeding off of their height and time. Both Luna and Lanaya tower above most people, and they both wear their long hair in ponytails, but as the curse twists them to its will, it begins to take those qualities. At first a centimeter, and then an inch, both heroes hair begins to grow shorter in tune with their stature, instead of their clothing growing looser on them it only seems to tighten instead. Luna's skin-tight suit beginning to hug her even tighter, seemingly making up for all the space being left behind by her diminishing assets, and Lanaya's own garb echoes in kind.
	Unlike the reducing of their assets, the shrinking of each heroes size is much swifter, the towering beauties steadily lowering and coming closer to an average man's height. And as they shrink, as does their attire, the clothing on each hero being pulled tight, Luna's latex suit in particular letting out the telltale squeak of a material stretched to its limits. With their clothing pulling tighter to them, it wraps around their still ample lower bodies, defining their hips and hiking up to tightly hug the insides of their cheeks. With her material so tight against her, a thought drifts into Luna's mind, wondering if something is happening to her wear, but once again its pushed away by the curse, and with a shake of her rear to settle the wedgie, Luna disregards the worry.
	Slowly, the loss of their size ceases, leaving each hero at a size just below most men, the same that they once towered over would now be almost a head above them. Hours ago they had been amazonian embodiment of well-aged femininity, but now Luna and Lanaya were fresh-faced young adults, their hair-length, stature, and even fitting of their clothing having been eaten away by the curse. However it still worked at them, it's job not done quite yet.
	Finally the last of the once ample breasts disappeared, pulled back into each woman's body, leaving them with flat chests. Such a change, no matter how much the curse interfered, was quickly picked up on by the duo, with Luna being the first to speak. "Lanaya, your chest is so...masculine. Have you always been this way?" Doubt had begun to fill up the riders mind, not that there was sorcery at work, but that instead her friend had been hiding something from her. And much like the thoughts being mulled over in Luna's mind, Lanaya shared her own doubt.
	"I could say the same for you, have you been keeping a secret from me as well?" The masculine flat chest, the soft body, the feminine face, each was a detail that Lanaya focused on. But in the middle of each of their thoughts, a sudden change picked up in the curse. While it had been content to continue stealing from them, it decided to gift them now, where they once had large rears with flesh that bounced, the curse rapidly enlarged the cheeks with muscle to complement their fat. "A-aahh!!" Both girls let out a squeak that settled into a moan as they rears expanded into perfect spheres, their tight clothing hugging and helping to mold their flesh into bubble-shaped buns.
	Groping at her rear, Luna could feel every nerve on her bottom come to life, the incredibly tight confines of her suit feeling like a second skin on her perfect behind. Watching her work Lanaya could barely hold back, "I see you know your way around there Luna, do you normally put on a show for people?" Half of the comment was meant in jest, the other half however wanted to see more, the Moon Rider's display capturing the Assassin's attention.
	A blush quickly spreads across Luna's face, but instead of trying to hide her shame, she instead gives her behind a shake, making her cheeks slap together. "Oh, not often, but I make exceptions for friends. Especially ones as boyishly cute as you, Lanaya~." Her words make Lanaya startle for a second before she decides to respond with a show of her own.
	Arching her back, Lanaya puts forth her flat chest, stretching the material of her clothing in a way shes beginning to find more and more pleasurable. "I'm glad you noticed how cute I am, though I'd say you're more boyish than me~." Meaning to show her point, one of her hands slides along her chest to palm at her breast, seemingly trying to show she has some semblance of a rack but instead just highlighting how flat she is to her friend. And even if the gesture failed, Luna finds herself watching Lanaya's roving hands regardless, the woman's display enrapturing her friend.
	"Don't sell yourself short Lanaya, look at you. You're so petite and your clothing fits you so well!" Matching her friends movements, Luna herself begins to grope herself further. Her hands travel the globes of her rear, grabbing handfuls and pulling them apart and letting them go so they slap together with an audible clap. She knows her friend is staring as she puts herself on display, and though a part of her is ashamed, she grows more and more in love with the feeling of having someone watch her demean herself so thoroughly. And the sight certainly has an effect on her viewer, Lanaya letting her hands lower from her chest, she grips at the fat along her thighs, shifting around the hyper-tight stockings still covering her legs. "Hm what's that Lanaya? Could there be something between your legs you want to show me?"
	"No I wouldn't say that, but I think I've seen a certain bulge between your own legs~." Running her hands up along her hips, Lanaya thrusts forward, showing off how tight her stockings are hugging her. Both accusations are wrong, but each hero can't help but believe they're right, something which the curse quickly makes its own. Almost at the same time, the tight folds of each of the heroes begins to push against their clothing, almost imperceptibly so. The curse taking those lewd accusations of one having something distinctly masculine between their legs and twisting their forms to make it true, each of the now petite women holding back a moan as a change takes place in their most private of places. A bulge begins to grow at the crotch of their clothing, each of the heroes clits thickening and lengthening, expanding to a modest 4 inches each, a spongy head forming at the tip of each pseudo-cock. The lips at the base of each cock begin to knit shut as well, flesh closing but also expanding, soon gifting each of the formerly-female heroes with a coin-purse package beneath their new lengths.
	The newly added growth constricts each heroes clothing even tighter than before, their tight clothing hugging tightly and giving a very defined shape to their bulges. "You know...th-there's nothing wrong with being a cute boy is there?" Luna stutters out a question almost to herself, her body growing warmer as she spots the tightly bound package of her friend before her. "I mean, isn't it kind of...hot?"
	"W-well, I suppose it wouldn't be bad. Lets say if you were truly a boy, what would you say to someone?" Lanaya's own growth throbbing against the confines of her clothing, not because of lack of room but due to growing arousal, her friend having turned around and exposed her own pelvis to scrutiny. And the sight of Luna's bulge was stunning to the Assassin, unable to look away from the crotch of the latex catsuit. With a growing lust for her friend, the Assassin began to lick her lips in desire, a hand sliding from her thigh, brushing past the bulge growing more obvious by the second, before settling that hand on her chest and tweaking at a nipple there while she continued to show off her non-existent rack.
	The sight before the Moon Rider had a very quick reaction, her growing shaft beginning to throb against its confines as the purple hero squeezed her sensitive nipple in between her fingers, stifling slight moans from teasing herself. "Uhm, I'm not too sure what I'd say. We're just a pair of particularly cute women aren't we?" Pulling at the hem of her suit, she removes the pressure on her shaft but instead constricts her balls, the pressure squeezing out a dab of pre that wets her suit. With her eyes glued to Lanaya's chest, Luna realized something, "You know, with your brassiere always on, I just assumed you had huge breasts. But looking now, I realize I was just distracted by your thick, plump, butt."
	Luna's words seem to will Lanaya on as her other hand joins the one on her chest, kneading and squeezing her malleable skin. "Come a little bit closer Luna, and I can tell you why~." Ceasing their ministrations upon her chest, Lanaya slides her hands down to her hips as she gyrates, beckoning her companion closer, causing the bulge bound tightly against her crotch to jiggle as well.
	Following her friend's words, Luna stepped closer and Lanaya's hands soon found Luna's joining them at her hips, the Moon Rider's fingers digging into the soft flesh and pulling a moan from the Assassin's lips. In response the Assassin's hands left her body to roam her fellow hero's, sliding past her hips and instead hefting the pale-skinned beauty's rear in her hands, feeling the perfectly round shape jiggle with her movements. Squeezing that rear end she pulls a deep moan from Luna, who in turn continues to rub down Lanaya's sides, drifting to her ample thighs attached to her still thick hips. As they explore each others body, the curse inside of the two changes their attire even more, Lanaya's brassiere now lowering and tightening as it turns from an empty device meant to settle breasts into a tight band that does nothing to cover her exposed chest and nipples. The cold air only causes her nipples grow hard, giving the Assassin the idea to warm up, with her friends body. Leaning into Luna, Lanaya begins to rub her now exposed chest against the warm latex of her catsuit, causing both of the heroes to squeeze the other one tighter, bringing their bodies almost flush together. Pressed so close together, they share each other's breathe which only causes each other to grow warmer, sweat beginning to form thanks to the tight clothing. "I-I have something to tell you too Lanaya..."
	Movements underneath the Assassin's mask show she's licking her lips, as her hands drift away from Luna's rear and stroke her back. "Then why don't we say it together Luna?" Leaning even further forward, both of them whisper at the same time.
	"I'm a cute little boy."
	There isn't a gasp of surprise, instead both heroes feel satisfied that their suspicions were confirmed, their groping of each other's body growing more aggressive in fact. "I knew it, like attracts like after all," Lanaya seems to openly muse, satisfaction oozing from her voice.
	"I know, I'm glad I found someone just like me. I've had soooo many close calls with people finding out my secret." Both of the femboys grind into each other further, their crotches coming into contact with the other finally, their throbbing shafts straining against their wear. "But with a denial and a soft shake of my behind, they always walk away satisfied that they're wrong~. Though I'm surprised Lanaya, you have such a package you've kept from me." The twin lengths rub back and forth against each other, Luna's latex-wrapped member pressing firmly against Lanaya's cloth-covered one, almost pressing it into submission.
	"A-ah, that's what you say! You're so large down there~." Choking back a moan, Lanaya pushes back against Luna's throbbing advance, jerking her hips slightly back and forth, frotting her friend's bulge with her own and making their small packages slap together with lewd whacks. As they grind into each other, the curse begins to shift in between them, the two halves of the arcane energy mixing together and becoming far more potent than before, filling their minds with primal and lust-filled thoughts. "How did I never notice your huge cock!?"
	With Lanaya heaping praise upon praise onto Luna's girth, the foul magical energies begin to coarse between the frotting lengths. Each femboy had an admittedly small cock, barely averaging 4-inches each, but the arousal so deeply embedded into each hero has them over-exaggerating the size of the flesh grinding up against them, their lewd descriptions of the flesh encouraging the curse in its work. While their cocks both begin to twitch as they grow longer and fatter, their poor tight clothing groans in protest, the materials being stretched to fit the added mass but not allowed to break thanks to the curse. "Y-you're so thick and soft down there, your balls feel like stones every time they slam against m-mine," Luna begins to utter more perverse descriptions, which the curse continues to follow through on, pumping its magic into Lanaya's ballsack along with the Moon Rider's. As their organs become filled with more and more magic, a subtle hue begins to radiate from their crotch, a blue and pink glow respective to each hero's cock as they mash their pelvises together, the magical glow seeming to stick together every time their cockheads meet.
	Aggressively, Lanaya grabs her friends rear before pulling her cheeks apart and slipping a hand inside, stroking her inner-cheeks and grazing against her anal ring from the other side of her latex catsuit. "Me? You're the one who feels like she stole a centaur's package! I can feel every ounce of your sperm, I bet you wanna impregnate me, don't you? You must have a nice and nastily thick prostate down there, full of virile sperm for me~." The Assassin soon starts grinding even harder into her friend while she pushes down against her anus with two fingers, teasing her sensitive ring while their cockhole's slip and slide against each other. And just like before, her accusations cause the magic to spread to Luna's demure prostate, the hidden away organ getting enlarged and even more tender than before. The feeling alone of her prostate being forcibly grown from the curse sends a shudder of pleasure through Luna's body, causing her to suddenly lock lips with Lanaya, making the elfish hero's eyes open wide in shock before she begins to return the kiss.
	As their tongues wrestle they continue to grind against each other, Luna beginning to mimic Lanaya's hands and play with her rear, pulling and slapping her cheeks as their cocks mimic their kissing lips. Instead of pressing against her anus, Luna slips her fingers around it, teasing the sensitive flesh instead of forcing through it, causing Lanaya's nerves to tingle at the weird sensation of someone essentially tickling such a private spot. Soon their kiss is broken, Lanaya pulling away first, out of breath and panting heavily thanks to the warm air between them. Stifling her moan, her grip on Luna tightens as her cock shakes, the Assassin holding back an orgasm as hard as she can, fighting off the climax so she can prolong the sensations and luckily enough all that leaves her cockslit is watery pre. Letting out her tongue, Luna runs it across Lanaya's neck, tasting her sweat before pulling back and beginning to taunt, "My my, with such a big cock how do you have such a short endurance? With something as huge as that I would have thought you'd have a bit more endurance."
	"I-I'm not big at all, you're the girl with such a stupidly thick cock!," the Templar Assassin quickly retorts, indignance heavy in her voice. Slowly their cocks both begin to lengthen again, they had earlier stopped at a modest 5-inches but as their dialogue grew lewder and their hands began to roam deeper into uncharted territory, so too did the curse. Their cocks grew plumper and plumper, soon reaching 6-inches and then 7, before halting just shy of an amazing 9-inches bulging against their already too tight clothing. But their packages were still barely larger than coinpurses, something the curse began to remedy, swelling out the sensitive sacks into thick and heavy apple-shaped balls that refused to hang and instead seemed to jut out due to being so full of sperm begging for release.
	Still, after managing to have held back an orgasm, Lanaya was without strength, allowing Luna to push her against a nearby post meant for directions, propping up the elfish femboy before pulling away. "Look at you, panting heavily with such an obscenely large cock~." Reaching down Luna gripped her friend's package, rolling the sensitive orbs inside around with her hand, while she begins to lick and suck on Lanaya's chest, taking a nipple between her teeth in between teasing the nub with her tongue. All Lanaya can do is try and support herself against the post while Luna continues to grip and play with her package, grabbing the full sack and shaking it back and forth while also assaulting her exposed chest, bringing out heavy moans and panting from the Assassin. "Delicious~, there isn't even a trace of breasts here. How did I let you fool me?"
	However as Lanaya squeaks and moans from Luna's ministrations, her strength begins to come back and she suddenly pulls her friend up to her, away from licking her chest and instead bringing them face to face. With her friend's face so close again she pulls her back into a kiss just as lust-filled as before, aggressively grinding her overly-plump ballsack against her friends, her now huge cock openly leaking pre onto the other hero. Breaking the kiss on her own terms now, one of her hands goes to her stockings and pulls out her cock and balls, freeing them to the air but also slapping her now bare flesh against the taut latex of her friend's suit. "I love your cock so much Luna, especially those thick fucking balls of yours!" Admitting her perverse desire, she aims her cock and thrusts, beginning to rub her length in the cleavage of her friends overly filled package, her cockhead slapping against the underside of Luna's girth as well. All the pre from Luna's cock just pools down beneath it, making her already fuckable ballsack-bulge even bouncier and softer, the pre sloshing around inside while Lanaya hotdogs her cock between Luna's two gigantic orbs.
	As Lanaya fucks her ballsack, Luna grips the top of her suit, fumbling underneath the pressure of the shaft violating her package until she finally grabs the handle she was looking for. With a firm tug, her latex catsuit is quickly unzipped, revealing her pale and flat chest to the air and also releasing her sweaty musk. Still she pulls along it, her dripping cock being freed from its hot and sweaty confines, its pre getting splattered between herself and Lanaya as the Assassin refuses to stop slapping her crotch against Luna's package. Halting a second, Luna sees her chance and grabs both her own and her friends shafts in one hand, making the other hero halt and shiver at the sensation of her length getting smushed up against Luna's, which in turn gives Luna the chance to fully unzip her suit. Tugging her zipper down to its very bottom, an upside down triangle of her pale ballsack is revealed, the taut catsuit unable to free anymore of her sack and instead making her package look like a pair of breasts pressed together, a perverse parody of a woman's cleavage. But with her cum factories revealed, her pre can finally escape after having mixed with her sweat and musk, filling the air with an overwhelming scent, one made entirely of lust which invades and assaults both femboys. As Luna's pre pours out over both of their tools, her musk mixing with Lanaya's, both of their cocks begin shuddering, pumping out thick and gooey cum that leaps onto the other's crotch. They both cry out, "Ouuuuhh!!", as they experience the strongest orgasms they've ever had, tainting each other with the smell of their cocks. Their payloads each carrying the subtle hue of the curse's magic as well, so as their over-filled cum factories squelch and fire off more sperm which is smeared in between two thick cocks, the curse's magic is strengthened which makes their already large genitals expand further. Thicker and thicker, as each cock throbs and shakes with the deluge of cum they're outputting, the masses of flesh expand, going beyond the meager inches they had before, their pissholes dilating as their lengths thicken and then ballsacks swell even larger. Soon the growth stops, leaving both shafts at an utterly amazing 24-inches give or take a few more, their cocks more fitting on a horse than the still curvy body each hero maintains, and their ballsacks jut out in a lewd mockery of a woman's chest, each orb the size of an entire watermelon and filled to the brim with thick and heady sperm, their incredible orgasms doing nothing to dent their potential payloads.
	Lazily, the femboys continue to grind together, smearing their mixed cum between each other, Luna's ballsack getting a coating of jism rubbed into thanks to Lanaya's still oozing cock. "Ah...How did you ever hide something so big and bouncy, Luna? Your testicles are so swollen~." Even with having just came, their lengths remained rock-hard, their arousal undeniable, the curse having inflated their libidos to levels never before seen. And that uncontrollable lust only aided in the rewiring of the once female heroes brains, their bodies craving more sexual satisfaction.
	"I should be the one asking where you hid this thing you call a cock!" Reaching down, Luna wraps her hands around the enormous length of Lanaya's dick, squeezing the hard cock and wringing out the dregs of the Assassin's climax still trapped in her urethra. "It's so thick and warm..." With her hands groping the still throbbing shaft, Luna watches every drop of sticky cream that drips from it, her prostate deep inside of her body beginning to throb in tune with the length between her hands. "I wonder how you'd feel..."
	Suddenly, the length between her fingers begins thrusting up and down, the milky white fluids coating it acting as an impromptu lube. "Is that an offer Luna? Could it be you're a girly gay boy~?" The slick noises of her shaft sliding in between her stunned friend's fingers is joined by the jostling of Lanaya's enormous ballsack, equal in size to Luna's but now bouncing up and down with her thrusting, and with the jism making her stockings grow sticky, each shake of her package brings a loud thwack. The curse had shifted them very carefully to the depraved male-sluts they are now, taking care to warp their sexuality as well, leaving them craving feminine aspects above all else. But as their depravity and lust grew out of control, so too did the scope of the curse's changes, the femboy heroes rampant lust twisting their sexuality, making them begin to see large smelly cocks and ballsacks as feminine as well.
	At first, Luna's equally as put off by her friend's words as much as she is by her shaft using her still hands as a pleasure device, but it quickly dawns on her, just how much she wants this. "Of course I'm a gay boy, especially for such a big and nasty cock." To emphasize her point, the once pure hero lifts one of her hands to her mouth, and slowly licks at the perverse fluids that stick to it, slurping up the cum, sweat and pre. Those plump lips parting to take in globules of sperm causes Lanaya's arousal to spike, the image of her friend sensuously licking up their combined fluids not something she'll soon forget. Soon the hand is licked clean save for the film of saliva from Luna's tongue, giving it a slick coating, which she smears back onto the Assassin's shaft, causing the purplish length to shake, Lanaya's package visibly throbbing in excitement as well. "Now what are we waiting for, faggot~." Twirling on her feet, the Moon Rider thrusts out her behind, her latex catsuit hugging her cheeks so tightly you can see every inch of her rear end, only her anus hidden away by the suit.
	Raising a hand, Lanaya swings down and slaps the ass held before her, causing Luna's cheeks to slap together loudly, and pulling a moan from the pale-skinned femboy's mouth. "First let me get this out of the way you slut." Her body still shaking from the slap on her rear, Luna can hardly wait as anticipation fills her, her ears making out Lanaya taking a few steps closer until a very warm mass slaps down in between her cheeks, bringing more jiggling to her buns as the Assassin's cock settles in between them. With such a hard mass wedged into her buns, she can't hold back and slowly presses against the length, clenching and relaxing her muscles as she hotdogs her friend's shaft. And while Luna works the shaft in between her bulbous ass cheeks, Lanaya's hands travel along her back, a smooth travel along her spine up to her shoulders, where Lanaya grabs hold of the top the latex catsuit before she jerks back on it, the unzipped middle allowing the clothing to be cleanly pulled away from Luna. As her pale skin is revealed to the light, so too is more of her sweat-musk, the smell egging on Lanaya as she peels back more of the catsuit, eventually freeing the Moon Rider's arms from their sleeves along with her jiggly ballsack from its v-necked prison, however Luna's package was still as firm and taut as ever, the sack refusing to hang low or droop. Unfortunately, Lanaya had to pull back from the hotdogging she was receiving, causing Luna to let out a grunt of discomfort as the toy she had been playing with left, but also causing her to let out a sigh of relief as her rear end was allowed to breathe again thanks to Lanaya peeling off more of her catsuit. Soon the Moon Rider was stark naked save for her thighs, where her sticky and tight suit hung inside out, leaving her legs bound tight together but her upper body finally free.
	"You like what you see Lanaya?" A short hop brings life to the sweat-glistened cheeks, as Luna makes her rear end bounce, the jiggling cut short as a purple shaft slaps down in between them again. "O-ouh!"
	At first, Lanaya's hands roam the two perfect spheres presented to her, each grasping of her fingers bringing out another moan from Luna, her rear hyper-sensitive from being constricted inside of hot latex for so long. But her libido continues to grow as she massages the pale flesh of her friend and her hands aren't enough to please eventually, pulling apart Luna's cheeks she sees her prize. Lining up her enormous shaft is an effort, causing Lanaya to even have to take a few steps back as she lines up, the ever present pre leaking from her shaft oozing down onto Luna's throbbing anal ring. "I-I'm gonna pump you up full of cum from my huge nasty cock." The Assassin's promise seeming more to herself as she ties to psyche herself up for what she's about to do. While the curse had changed them so thoroughly, it hadn't changed them equally. All that Lanaya wanted to do at that moment, is slam her cock into a hot and tight hole, to feel flesh squeeze orgasm after orgasm from her and to feel her mind get wiped away from the ecstasy of losing her virginity. Luna on the other hand, didn't care for that, instead she was eager to feel her hole stretched wide, to feel something jab deep inside her and smash up against her prostate, all while she watches her dick bounce in tune with thrusting inside of her.
	"Hurry up then! I'm itching for some nice cock in me!" Impatiently, Luna begins to bounce against the head pressing on her anus, the difference between the shaft and her hole staggering to any who would see it. But that does little to deter the boyslut, her body aching for something to fill her up. With her consent, Lanaya's hands move down to her friend's hips, grabbing on as she finally pushes forward, the once tight anal ring of Luna easily stretching as the mass of flesh advances. More and more her ring grows wide, as the bulbous head is accepted inside, the curse having already expanded the girls anal cavities, but still it hadn't taken into mind just how large they would grow or what they'd do with their new forms, and now as Luna is slowly plugged up with manmeat, the curse hurries in allowing her to take it. "Ouurgh, y-yes!! Give me more of your cock you virgin!" Discontent with the slow pace of Lanaya, Luna takes things into her own hands and suddenly thrusts onto the cock spearing her, shoving the entire head inside.  "Y-yeah, tha's the stuff..."
	Lanaya's entire cockhead is enveloped in warm flesh, the inside's of Luna's ass constricting and squeezing what little girth is already inside, the pleasure immobilizing the Assassin at first. But she needs more, she needs to wrap her burning hot cock in this pleasure, and steadying her grip she aggressively tries to slam more into her friend's slutty hole. "Y-you're so tight, I love your asspussy so much!!" While the head entered slowly, the rest of Lanaya's thick shaft seemed to slide in easily, the fluids still coating it acting as lube as well, allowing entire inches to slip right into Luna. The poor Moon Rider herself was restricted to moans and gasping as her rear end was filled with far more cock than it ever should be, the nerves lining her rectum coming to life as Lanaya's throbbing length rubs against them. As Lanaya tried to shove more of herself into Luna, her shaft was pushing ahead of the curse's work, pressing deeply inside of Luna to places that had not yet been prepared for the amount of meat that the elfish femboy was filling Luna with. But fortune came in the form of a particularly powerful spasm, as Luna's insides were stretched further than they should have an ability to, she clenched around the invading member, which in turn sent an overwhelming sensation of pleasure throughout Lanaya, causing her knees to grow weak. Slowly, the Assassin slide down, her back still along the post and pulling her friend into her lap, giving the curse enough time to prepare Luna's asshole, something that came quicker now thanks to gravity pushing Luna further down onto Lanaya's cock. 
	Finally, Luna had felt what she had been craving, as Lanaya's thick cockhead bumped against her prostate, sending a shock of pure ecstasy throughout Luna. The heroes neglected cock bounced up and down as her prostate was squashed against the rest of her body by the purple shaft filling her up, the seminal fluids inside of her being forced out through her now constantly dilated cockslit, pre pouring from her enormous shaft. "Ugh. G-get deeper into me, it's not gay unless balls touch. So lets slam em together~." With her legs bound together thanks to her suit, Luna was entirely at Lanaya's mercy on the pace of their fucking, but thankfully for her Lanaya loved her idea and quickly began to slam her friend's bubble butt up and down her length. Every thrust made the tight asshole of the revered Moon Rider open up more, her once perfectly tight anal ring now stretched incredibly wide to take the nasty, throbbing cock of her friend, a cock which continuously slipped deeper into her, her belly beginning to round out in the shape of the intrusion. "Yeah, get me pregnant with your cum! I want to see my belly b-u-l-g-e."
	The words of her friend urged Lanaya on, her thrusting becoming stronger as more of her shaft slipped inside of the slutty boy's hole, the tight confines being everything she had dreamed about. "Boy b-butt, i-is the best!" She managed to squeak out as finally, she slammed home, her crotch pressed so firmly up to Luna's rear end that her cheeks were pushed aside, the pale femboy's enormous ballsack resting above the Assassin's.
	Reaching down beneath her, Luna stroked at the two packages, marveling at how densely packed they were of cum. "Now lets see these two bounce~." And with those words, she began to rhythmically constrict around the length that utterly impaled her, all while Lanaya began thrusting into her, causing her entire body to bounce up and down the turgid mass of flesh. "Ouh! Ah! Y-yeah, just like that! Taint my boyhole!" She cried out lewd and perverse things in between gasps and moans as she was filled and unfilled with entire inches of cockflesh, the bulge that had so clearly been defined in her belly now reaching up to her chest, the once great hero now just a slutty cocksleeve. And that's not to disparage the great hero beneath her as well, who in turn is just a glorified dildo for Luna now. Every thrust ended with their titanic ballsacks smashing together, making the sensitive orbs bounce against each other rapidly, unable to bounce too far away due to their tightly-packed sperm floating around inside, which also caused loud obnoxious sloshing of the liquids. And as the pace began to pick up, so too did the spray of pre, Lanaya's constantly leaky shaft now actively pouring pre into Luna, very little able to escape thanks to Luna's anus being such a tight fit for the Assassin's cock, so most pre ended up being fucked deeper into the Moon Rider, ending up in her belly instead. Moving her hands from their shaking testicles, Luna massaged her belly, feeling the shaft slamming in and out of her along with the pre it was pumping into her, a pleasurable sensation that was ultimately in the background as she focused on watching her over-grown cock bounce uselessly in the air, flinging around the sexual fluids being squeezed out from her also over-grown prostate, the poor gland still being smashed into submission by Lanaya's thick cock, the organ's punishment filling Luna's head with a shock of pleasure every time Lanaya slammed into her.
	As more pre poured into Luna, Lanaya began to pick up speed, the slick confines accepting her entire mass easier than before thanks to the lubrication. Soon, the mass of girlyboy cockflesh stretching out Luna's belly was constantly receding before coming back stronger than before, the thrusting inside of the femboy's hole picking up speed, the friction of the dick snaking in and out of her causing her insides to begin to warm up and add to the fire of her arousal. "I-I'm getting close, Luna!" However as the thrusting began to pick up speed, Lanaya soon hit a roadblock, Luna unable to aid the thrusting and gravity pushing her down beginning to take its tole on Lanaya's arms. Growing desperate, Lanaya lifted Luna and slammed in as hard as she can, causing the pair to tilt forward, shifting them into a doggystyle position. With her lower body finally free, the Assassin began to pump her cock in and out as fast as she could, the poor hole unable to fully close after every gut-stretching thrust into it. And as an added bonus, the two femboys ballsacks constantly slammed against each other, even harder than before, causing the cum factories to almost groan in pain from the abuse and pleasure. All during this, Luna could only focus on the sensation of her anus being utterly ravaged, the shape of dick being pushed so far inside of her, it almost began to make an impression into her brain.
	"L-Luna, I-I'm cumming!!" Lanaya's cry is met with only a lust-filled groan of a response from Luna, the femboy having bitten her lip and trying to hold in the sensations she's feeling from her friend's cock plunging deep into her. Slamming it in as hard as she can, Lanaya finds her crotch flush with Luna's anus, her body forming a seal as her cock begins to pump its virile payload. The Assassin's testicles let out a deep groan as they begin to flood her urethra with their sperm, sweat forming on her ballsack as her cum factories work as hard as they can to impregnate Luna's asshole. Lanaya's cock grows thicker and takes up even more room inside of the diminutive femboy cocksleeve called Luna, as the amount of thick goopy cum is greater than ever before, plumping up the Assassin's cock as it tries to escape through her urethra. But as the creamy white liquid finally is deposited into Luna, her incredibly tight inside passage can't hold onto the jism, having already been filled up entirely on cock and pre. The seal that had been formed with Lanaya pressed firmly up against Luna's asshole was quickly broken as Lanaya's payload squirts out around her mass, coating her crotch in her own sperm. The pressure inside of Luna's body continues to build as more sperm is pumped inside, beating out the pace at which it can escape and beginning to push against the shaft embedded deep inside of her. Even through the mind-numbing pleasure of her climax, Lanaya knows she has to pull out, and with a thick and nasty "Schlick!" her 2 foot long cock slips out, the Assassin stumbling and landing on her rear. With her cum-coated cock out, Lanaya fervently runs her hands across it, stroking the entire mast as she continues to orgasm, firing off her musk-laden cum into the sky, the bundles of sperm arcing through the air before they hit the ground, and Luna, with resounding thuds. This hadn't gone on without Luna's noticing however, and when Lanaya had slipped her cock out suddenly, Luna was left with a gaping anus that actively oozed out the fluids that had been packed inside. The absence of the warm cockflesh and ballsack slamming against her own made the air that caressed her prone form feel ice cold, until thick lumps of cum began to rain all over her back. The sensation of being so suddenly emptied, and the smell of the raining cum coating her brought her about to her own orgasm, the Moon Rider reduced to moaning out her orgasm as it arrived. Luna's own cock uselessly spraying the ground, creating a thick puddle of pure white fluid, her cock's shaking and shuddering also coating her chest along with her face while she tried to keep herself from collapsing into the dirt.
	Slowly, both cocks began to slow down their emissions, the constant firing of cum began to cease, leaving just the fluids behind along with their heady stench. Each hero can do little more than pant and moan as they wind down from their orgasms, freeing their minds from the libido-filled haze, but leaving them in their twisted boyslut state. Sliding a hand along her shaft, Lanaya scooped up the sperm dripping down it before letting it fall into her mouth, cleaning herself of the thick and viscous puddles of cum hanging to her body as she also filled her belly with it. Luna fared much worse, her body clenching and tensing as it still mulled over the absence of the dick that had filled her so thoroughly, the contracts of her cavity helping to at least push out the fluids that had been pumped inside of her. Her wits began to return to her as the last of her friends jism slipped from her almost entirely bare form, leaving only streaks and residue of white on her skin, something she was fine with as she reached back to pull her catsuit back up. Slipping her arms back into the sleeves and pulled her suit up and over her shoulders, she found herself back within the confines of her clothing, just with some added dickgrease inside. Even after the role-ruining mind-wrecking sex she just had, Luna's cock remained a pillar of arousal, and her package was still dense with more cum to spill, her ballsack back in the shape that seemed to give it cleavage. Rolling her shoulders, her cum-slick suit let out squelches as the liquid-protein inside and outside it shifted, being so coated in jism only giving the hero a shiver of pleasure as she glanced over to see how her friend was doing. Lanaya slowly lifted herself from the ground, her clothing much drier than Luna's but streaks of cum still ran down her stockings, and her enormous shaft was still rock hard, with the equally thick package jutting out from underneath it, straining the stocking that wrapped around it. "That was...wonderful Luna. I'm so glad you were my first~."
	Almost strutting over to her friend, Luna pulled Lanaya into a deep kiss, letting their tongues wrestle as the taste of jizz floated from Lanaya's mouth into Luna's too. Breaking the kiss, Luna made a show of licking her lips, "Treat me to that again, and I'll make sure it's wonderful for you every time. But you know what we should do now? We should totally go thank that merchant and see if he has anything...'nicer' for us~."

	As the inhabitants of the village had finally gone about their daily businesses, the two heroes had returned, still reeking of cum and sex. And with every step the heroes took, their enormous genitals moved as well, even their over-filled balls bouncing with each giddy step on their journey to find the merchant. Each person they passed gawked at their lewd forms, their stature resembling the towering heroines that had come through earlier, but the villagers unwilling to believe that these sexual deviants were the same people. And these sexual deviants were seemingly unaware of the stunned looks they drew, for as much as they knew, the people were stunned by their feminine good looks, not the musky-heavy cocks wagging back and forth as they walked. In fact, as more people gazed upon them, their pace slowed and they began to walk with more emphasis on their hips, trying to show off their ample rears but only ending up making their erect lengths shake even more, whipping pre about.
	Finally, they had reached their destination, and they were left disappointed. "Oh no! He's already gone!" Lanaya cried out as she jogged over to check the tracks in the firm dirt, deep indentations left behind by the traders carriage. But she knew it would be fruitless to follow, for not too far away the markings faded away underneath a thoroughly used dirt path.
	Patting her friend on the back to console her, Luna tried to look on the bright side. "I'm sure we'll run into him again, babe." Pulling Lanaya into a hug, they ended up grinding their crotches together, squeezing pre from their lengths, but each femboy unaware of that as well, their need to breed elsewhere for now.
	"Hey, is that you Lanaya and Luna!? Hold up, I'll be right over!" A peppy voice calls out to the twin femboys, making them freeze. The voice's excitement at having seen them and the way it almost floats on the wind means it could only belong to one person, Lyralei the Windranger. The flat-chested hero's body was well-known for her sheer lack of cleavage, but her incredibly thick thighs and hips making up for it entirely, and her preference to go without shoes making her plump hips swaying back and forth all the more mesmerizing as kinetic force shakes through her. However as she reached her presumed friends, her excitement began to quickly dwindle. "Wait...you guys aren't them...?" The ginger's face showed visible confusion as she looks down at the two girly boys, their attire similar to her friends, but their bodies entirely different, especially the twin throbbing lengths.
	The first of the pair to speak up was Lanaya, "Nice to see you're as...thick as always, Lyralei~." There was a predatory air to her words and the gaze that settled upon the Ranger, something that sent a shiver up her spine as she also fought to pull her vision away from the two beautiful cocks before her, their slits oozing smelly pre. A part of her screamed to run away, to tell someone and get help, but she was petrified like a deer in spotlights as her friends ogled her body. There was just something about the way the air seemed to hang heavy, laden with the scent of deep need and arousal, that fogged Lyralei's thoughts. "Is there something you like Lyralei? You could tell me, after all, we're all girls here." With those words, Lanaya slowly began to thrust her hips forwards and backwards, making her dick bob up and down above her trembling sack, still as full of cum as ever. As the grotesquely swollen cock moved to and fro in front of Windranger, her eyes followed it, leaving her unaware of Luna advancing towards her.
	"Eek!"
	With a quick swing, Luna's palm met Lyralei's rear, pulling out a squeak along with breaking her fascination with Lanaya's swinging girth. "It's really nice to see you Windranger. Really." Lust seemed to ooze from Luna's voice, as she said something that she probably intended to sound sincere, but her own length was just as hard as Lanaya's, and pre was beginning to pour from her tip as well. More femboy musk drifted into Windranger, bringing more and more of her resistance down, as the musk brought the curse with it into her body. Secretions began to leak from her pussy as the musk-infused curse hijacked her brain, forcing the fleet-footed ginger to let out a needful moan as her libido was inflated. With the scent of sex in the air, and two sources of the curse close by, her changes were startlingly quick. It certainly didn't help her case that her chest was as flat as the two girly boys, the curse happy to move along from there, and instead focus on her lower body.
	The tall heroine was dragged down, inch by inch as her height and age was stolen from her just like Lanaya and Luna before her. The long orange hair receding into a boyish cut, as years of experience and maturity were whisked away. But instead of her height simply disappearing, it was shifted downwards, her already large rear and thighs getting pumped full of more mass. Soon, her plump rear became incredibly large, the perfect size for hotdogging two cocks at the same time, perhaps even two cocks that both measure 24-inches. And as her ass seemed to almost inflate in size, she felt an incredible pleasure from it, soaking her panties in more of her arousal as her rear became increasingly sensitive, the shifting of her clothing even bringing her ecstasy. "O-ouh, th-this feels so...so goooood!!" Letting out a cry that leads into a moan, a familiar bulge seems to explode out from nothingness upon Windranger's crotch. Her pussy lips stretched wide as a man's length pushes out, a thick ballsack slipping out underneath as well. And as her height's dwindling begins to halt, the growth of her cock begins, the mass not content to be as small as a measly 4-inches, instead the curse focusing on it. Where Lyralei once had a virgin pussy, the lips had sealed shut around her new vein-covered mass, a throbbing and incredibly warm cock that seemed almost too wrinkled and monstrous to belong to even a man much less this woman-turned-young-boy. And as the nerves inside this towering cock began to come to life, Lyralei's mind filled with one thing, "C-cocks, I need cocks!"