Circe’s Smile [Multiple MtF Mythology TG] - Part 2 (Patreon)

Five loser frat brothers keep striking out, so they decide to spend the night playing a mysterious board game: Circe’s Smile. The more they play, the more the magic of the game transforms them, and their only hope for salvation is to win and hopefully get their old, male bodies back.

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Part 2

Shane held the dice in his hand; it felt surprisingly heavy. To think his entire future was resting in his palm. The tiny cube of stone was going to decide whether or not he continued his transformation into a drow. He rolled and counted the squares with baited breath and let out a sigh of relief as he landed on a regular square before passing the dice on.

His heart was racing as he watched the others take their turn. Never in his life had a board game been so stressful. They still didn’t have any answers either: did somebody winning transform them all back? Or just them? Were they going to be turned back at all? If they really were stuck like this forever, how were they going to explain it? At least he got off light in that regard; having purple skin could be explained away with an elaborate lie, but how Paul was going to explain his six extra eyes, he had no idea. 

His next turn came around too fast; he was almost halfway around the board now, closer to that central spiral. He rolled and felt his stomach churn as he landed on yet another purple square. The frat bros sucked in a collective breath as he drew the card up to his face and read:

“Drow seductress, smooth and fair, let us see your gleaming hair.” In response, his skull tingled and Shane felt his lashes grow even heavier as they grew thick and long. He reached up just in time to catch a wavy lock of hair growing down the side of his face. His brown hair was turning a pale silver that shone like silk threads. They fell down his back and pooled on the floor, and there was a subtle click as his face reshaped itself into something more delicate and feminine, but with high cheekbones. His ears burned as they grew until the pointed tips poked through the sheen of silver hair. 

He could feel something else too, something happening between his legs. The coarse hair there turned soft, and if he were to guess, it was turning silver too. Circe insisted on the carpet matching the drapes, it seemed. At least the rest of the group didn’t know that was happening. It took all his self-control not to squirm through, feeling the soft, silky hairs tickling against the base of his cock. He was just grateful it was still there; for now.

Paul wasn't so lucky. He picked up his next card with trembling fingers and didn’t even get the chance to read it before he doubled over, clutching his stomach. His back arched with a wet, cracking sound. Beneath his shirt, his spine rippled. There was a noise like tearing leather, and the fabric split open down the middle. Something pushed through.

It was his ass, slowly swelling, bigger and bigger as the cheeks sealed into one round mound of flesh before turning inky black. Paul clutched at it, trying to push it back in but it was hoeless, soon it was so big and heavy he couldn’t even stand. It didn;t help that his legs were shifting, slowly turning black to match his new abdomen. 

Glossy black ridges grew over to protect the soft black flesh and then, the abdomen began to shudder and shake. Then legs, jointed and gleaming, claw-tipped, forcing their way free of him. One, two…then four, six, eight. They unfurled like knives unfolding from flesh. Paul screamed. His voice broke into a hoarse, strangled rasp as his jaw clenched. His skin crawled, literally, as dark patches spread up his neck and his new abdomen continued to swell. His entire bottom half was reshaping into a chitinous carapace that gleamed like obsidian under the flickering firelight.

“Oh, what the fuck! What the fuck!” He screamed, skittering back and forth, trying to get used to balancing on six extra legs. “I…I have a spider butt!” “You…make it work?” Ravi tried. 

“I drew the absolute worst card. The worst!” He cried. “This is so unfair!”

Paul skittered back and forth, balancing on the tips of his sharp feet but the spectral chains didn’t let him go far. He awkwardly sat himself down, curling his new legs up at his side. “Somebody else roll for God's sake.” Shane bit his lip awkwardly, watching Paul pout as more dice rolled. If he got stuck like that, Shane had no idea what he was going to do. More turns until finally, Nathan drew the short stick again, or rather, drew a card. Just like Paul, he clutched his belly and groaned as his bottom half elongated. There was no chitin this time, but fur and the other men had no choice but to take several steps back to give him room while he kicked on the ground as his feet began to change. Just like Peter’s, they were becoming hooves. Only much larger and his legs much longer. 

He opened his mouth and out came a frustrated snort that sounded more horse than human. Shane took another step backwards, only for those spectral chains to appear once more and tug him closer, forcing him to watch as Nathan slowly transformed into a centaur before his very eyes. Soft, shiny fur sprouted along his back as it extended and Nathan rose up, growing taller and taller until finally a second set of legs sprouted from the torso and slammed down onto the ground. The floorboards cracked and for a second Shane was worried they might buckle under the weight.

“Oh, what the-oh fuck.” Nathan stumbled and wobbled on his new hooves, trying to keep his balance on all fours while keeping his human torso upright. “I…stop…stop fuck!” His whole body tensed, horse parts and all, and he groaned until suddenly a long, flowing tail shot out from the top of his rump. One of his hind legs rose up and slammed back down in frustration, and he groaned. 

“This feels so weird, guys…”

Paul rolled all eight of his eyes and hissed, tapping one of his scyth like feet against the floor. “You’re not geting any sympathy from me…”

Nathan whinnied before slamming both his hands over his mouth in horror. Thanks to the extra few feet in height he towered over the rest of them and stamped one of his four hooves in frustration.

“Hey, look, you can count.” Shane joked lightly, only to get a death glare in response. 

“The only good thing about this is that I can trample Peter for getting us into this mess.”

“Hey! I have goat legs! I am not getting off scot-free here!”

The image of Peter standing on his little furry legs, hands on his hips, chastising Nathan the centaur was so ridiculous, Shane struggled to hold his laughter back. He also felt a flutter of…something else. Watching Nathan loom down so domineeringly… awoke something in his chest. Something that made him shiver. Luckily, everybody was too absorbed in the next transformation to notice. 

It was Ravi’s turn and he didn;t even get the chance to pick up his card before an invisible force was pulling his legs together, and his normally calm attitude was gone. He had a hand on each leg and was trying to push them apart. But it was useless. They were being drawn together by the invisible force of the game. 

“Help me!” He cried out, “I just need to keep them apart! Nathan! Put that horse strength to good use!” 

Nathan shook his head and pouted bitterly. “There is no fighting it, just let it happen, Ravi.”

He was right. The moment his attention was split, Ravi’s legs snapped together, and his puffy, loose trousers ripped down the seams. His legs fused and grew, tearing the silk pants to shreds to reveal a green, scaled tail. It grew, quickly. And his feet flattered and slowly transformed into the flaps of a translucent tail. Feeling all the bones in his feet melt away must have felt quite odd because Ravi couldn’t get a single word out, just panicked gasped as more scales poked through his skin. It would be beautiful if it weren’t so horrifying. 

“Hey, Ravi, nice hips.” Peter snickered. He was right; his hips had gotten a lot wider.

“Really? This happens, and all you can see are my hips?” Ravi waved the tail in his face. 

“What happened to ‘go with the flow’ if anything, a mermaid should be more chill.”

“Merman!” He cried quickly, pressing a hand to his flat chest. “See, merman!”

“For how long…” Shane muttered. None of them had an answer for that. 

They kept passing the dice and taking turns moving their little pieces across the board. The nervous jokes to break the tension vanished as they kept moving. The only sounds were quiet curses when somebody rolled a low number and somebody else took the lead. Shane felt his fingers tingling with anxiety each time he picked up the dice. He was in the lead, just one more good roll would be all it took to reach the middle, then, hopefully, he could open that magic envelope and turn back to his normal self. 

Three steps from the finish line, every single one of them would make him draw a card. The group held their breath as he rolled….a six. 

“Yes!!” He cried, moving over the spaces as quickly as possible to land on the glowing Circe face. “I did it! I’m going to be normal again!”

The smiling face of Circe lit up with that same sickly glow and laughed. Shane grinned from ear to ear. He couldn’t bring himself to be scared right now; he was going to change back! Maybe the others would be stuck this way, but that was their problem. He looked down at himself, ready to watch the purple skin slowly fade back to white, but that didn’t happen. In fact, he watched as his shirt started to feel oddly tight and a pressure built up in his chest. 

“Wait…am I growing boobs!? But I won!”

“I am too!”

Peter cried, holding his chest. He was hopping from hoof to hoof, making his curly hair dance as he held his chest. Two small peach-like breasts were growing there, and all the others were doing the same. Ravi shuddered. He was already shirtless as his chest grew in. There was nothing to hide in until a seashell bra magically formed over his chest. The shells were so small, though they only barely covered his nipples. Let alone the rest of his breasts. 

Paul and Nathan were going the same way. Every one of the men was clutching at his chest or had a hand buried between their legs in shock. Shane could feel the silky hair down there shifting as he changed. He knew what was happening, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

Shane pressed against his chest, feeling his nipples go hard at the pressure. He tried in vain to push them back inside, but it was no use; they swelled, bigger than Peter’s but not so huge as Ravi; a respectable double D. His face flushed a dark shade of purple that spread across his shoulders, butt and bust; this was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him. And yet, a tiny part he was trying to deny…found the humiliation oddly arousing. 

The group writhed and moaned as their final changes happened until finally none of them were recognisable. Peter’s ass swelled, and a little button tail pushed its way out of the small of his back; his breasts may have been small, but all the extra junk in his truck more than made up for it. It didn't help that his little faun legs made walking normally impossible; he was jumping and skipping with each step, no matter how much he tried to stop, and that made his new curves bounce with him. 

Shane didn't think it was possible to find a woman who was half spider hot, but somehow, Paul was managing it. His ample breasts were cupped by more black chiton, pushing them up to make them seem even bigger. And his long hair was growing; it almost seemed to float in the wind like spider silk. 

Ravi seemed to be the one becoming the most feminine. His hair grew, turning bright red in the process, but unlike the others who stopped at their shoulders or chests, his kept going. It pooled around his tail and onto the floor, clashing against the green scales. And his chest just kept getting bigger, Shane wasn't sure what the cup size after H was, but whatever it was, Ravi had it, and those seashells were straining to contain them. 

Shane looked around and realised he couldn’t recognise his frat brothers anymore. Peter was now a pretty little Satyr with curly hair and a small chest with a big butt. Nathan, a centaur with chestnut fur, Paul was a drider woman with a bra made of chiton and Ravi, a mermaid right out of the storybooks, with a chest so large it looked painful. Shane, of course, was now a busty, purple-skinned Drow who could feel his chest rising and falling with every panicked breath. 

“This wasn't what was supposed to happen!” he cried, “I won!”

He snatched the sealed envelope and ripped it open with ease, out fell a single slip of paper that simply read ‘Congratulations, enjoy your new lives.’. Shane stared at it, open mouthed until Paul grabbed it to see for himself. All of the men took turns reading over the paper, looking for answers. Then the panic set in; Ravi suggested they play again and hopefully this time they’d be turned into their opposites: human men. Peter said he’d rather stay a satyr than risk turning into a Drider or mermaid. 

Shane felt numb; what was he going to do? How were they going to live like this? Those ethereal chains keeping them all trapped to the board appeared, then shattered into light, and Shane backed away, right up to the window. The glass was cold against his dusky skin, and a flash of light caught his eye. He glanced at the street, then did a double take.

“Uh, guys…I think you’ll want to see this.”

“I’m not sure that term is right anymore,” Nathan said glumly, awkwardly trotting over. The rest of them joined, and Shane watched as all their eyes went wide. Outside, the streets were packed with people, all going about their Saturday night plans. But they weren’t normal anymore; Shane spotted centaurs, a fairy or two, even other people with pointy ears and dark skin just like him. 

“And now you see what you get by winning the game.” Circe’s voice boomed from the board, “The Drow are on top, the rest of you…good luck. Enjoy your new lives and your new reality.” 

Shane just stared as Peter ran, or rather, skipped, over to the board and brought his little hooves down on it, smashing it to pieces.

“Shut up, you bint!” “Who calls somebody a bint these days?” Shane scoffed.

“Who gets transformed into a satyr these days!” He countered.

“Looking out there…a lot of people.”

They all started, first at the crowd, then at each other. Shane swallowed and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Ravi asked, awkwardly dragging himself along the floor.

“To find out what else has changed.”