Tina's body wasn't quite as good for jumping as it was for running or flying along, or just for showing off her graceful and beautiful lower limbs and extensive tail. But The Body evidently needed the practice. This was the fifth time Tina had leaped over the course set up behind the house her friends were sitting. The Body had worked up a foamy sweat that made the equine portion glossy slick. This week The Body's hair was Black Cherry colored. The muscles covered by that hair rippled and bunched, over and over, in the strenuous exercise. The enormous lower lungs breathed hugely and blasted its air through her open mouth. Tina's human lungs breathed more normally through her human nose. Right now the two pulmonary systems were completely out of sync, which was another thing that irritated the young woman.
Oh, yes, The Body took care of itself very well, thank you. Tina jammed her fists to the side of her hips in disgust at her inability to control the details of her activities. Only, these hips weren't really her hips even. They were the structure of pure muscle that allowed the extravagant bending of her human torso in relation to The Body's massive base.
That was what the nether majority was to Tina Estravian -- 'The Body.' After two years still alien. Not her. It had been supplied, at Tina's great cost, by one Dr. Hidalgo Alvarado at a Caribbean clinic away from U. S. laws that forbade extreme genetic engineering practices. But the offer and proposal were too much of a temptation for Tina's rebellious spirit. So the transformation was initiated, and Tina was enveloped in the semiconscious condition of growth that was part of an extreme morph.
Somehow, during the first year of her invalidity, Alvarado's clinic had been shut down. She'd been transferred from the pleasant clinic's ward to a hospital in the U. S. After another year convalescing at the hospital in the Chicago area, and another year recuperating, supported by friends, The Body attached below her human torso still did not directly respond to her nervous commands, although usually it would accommodate her general desires. Usually. But not right now -- not at all today. And that really did irritate her no end!
Yes, it was magnificent, and yes, it was getting stronger, faster and more graceful by the day, the week and the month. And yes, she could feel every square millimeter of its surface, and her sense of each limb's kinesthetic position was superb. The Body was an awesome biological machine.
But somehow, it was not hers! At root, Tina had control only of her human arms, head, neck, chest and slender abdomen. To protect herself from any untoward or negligent move The Body might make, she had donned a blue denim jacket. What was worse, of course, was she'd ordered a classical centaur from Dr. Alvarado -- but she'd come out -- different. Tina still wanted to wring that man's neck for the "extras" he'd thrown into the bargain. But then, throwing 'extras' on the bodies of his wealthier clients might have been why his clinic had been shut down. She'd heard that Alvarado himself was on the lam.
Quite unexpectedly The Body reared herself up, and its pair of dark velvet covered mammalian wings unfurled forty feet further into the sky. The enormous hawser of Tina's light brown braid slapped just behind the muscles of the left foreshoulder and stung against the equine thorax below where the wings were attached. She twisted her waist and with her arms she vainly tried to 'encourage' a wing to nestle itself back to the equine flank. Of course it was a useless gesture: her human hands couldn't even reach the distance to a wing-thumb or a wing-finger.
The Body twirled about and skipped rampantly on the hooves of her hindlegs, back towards the house. Tina now flailed her arms, trying to keep a balance she could not lose. The first quarter of the magnificent tail -- the one covered by armfuls of tail hair and directly attached to the feral butt was arched in its customary high set. It had the hair of a half-dozen horses' tails, each packed closely end-to-end.
Beyond was the second part of the tail that extended smoothly from the first part. It complemented the style of the wings. It was long and prehensile and had vanes that spread while she flew. These flexible items nicely supported the equine hind body while in flight. Tina had never gotten used to the back part of the rippling tail. Combined with the bat-like wings, the tail's triangular tip made her look half demonic. Evil, somehow.
The whole of the tail extended perhaps 20 feet from her rump. Yes, four times her body length! Its full length gave her extremely top-heavy rearing posture an uncanny balance. The horse's tail hair matched the color of her human hair. The velvet covered section behind it was the deepest red right now, the color of the rest of 'The Body'. In the breeze the tail hair floated forward past The Body as she hopped on one leg at a time. To solace herself, Tina imagined herself as a mythological supporter of a coat-of-arms. Some sort of half centaur, half cockatrice.
"Tina!" Came the call from the back of the house. It was Leigh.
When Tina had last paced by, her friend had been singing practice scales. Leigh had an incredible set of lungs. Somehow the body had sensed Leigh's call. Tina thought she heard a giggle, and turned her ponderous head on her slender neck to see who might be behind her. There was, of course, no one.
Tina's centaur body abruptly diverted its travels to a position about 100 feet outside the French doors that Leigh had called from, near a copse of trees. The Body pivoted about and lowered itself to all fours. Quite without Tina realizing what it was doing, it snaked up its tail, and took an incredible dump into the latrine at the edge of the fir tree covered berm. As a precaution, Tina had fitted a foot-long denim tube about the base of the tail to keep the hair away from her rear end. And she was glad she did always wear a 'crupper' as the thing was called. It would not do at all to soil the hair that grew from the base of a nearly prehensile tail.
Tina's face turned red. Yes, she knew she had to go; but it was still embarrassing to do it in front of a good friend, even though she was some distance away and partially hidden by flower beds.
Tina could hear Leigh laugh. Tina stared at the house balefully. She had a look that she wished would kill right now. She saw the woman's enormous bosom ripple. Leigh was a little older than Tina, and the two-legged person was wearing nothing under the smock she'd thrown on that morning. Long ago Leigh had explained how her breasts -- a pair that strained the capacity of a J-cup bra --could stay high and reasonably firm without any visible means of support. At 5'9" tall Leigh was a middle sized woman -- and she was actually quite thin -- now. The medically sanctioned minor body modification had eliminated classical obesity in women. All the excess calories Leigh tended to eat with great relish went to her breasts and other 'right' places. So she had an incredibly voluptuous hourglass figure. If Leigh ate too much, the enormous breasts swelled and lactated copiously. Tina knew that Steve was very much aware of that quirk in his girlfriend's metabolism.
The fractious body that Tina's human torso was attached to pranced to the French doors where Leigh stood. It held its wings partly open so that it could radiate heat from The Body's recent exertion.
"Steve has gone off to shop and to pick up dinner, Tina." Leigh smiled. Then she cast her eyes over the centaur girl. Leigh sternly pointed to the Olympic sized pool on the large terrace at the side of the house. "You bathe yourself before you come in!"
Tina hated it when Leigh became a scold.
"I saw you fly in -- what have you been doing? Buzzing the Schaumburg mall? Now you stop just standing there, looking beautiful. Steve will have returned by the time you are cleaned up."
The truth was, Tina loved to bathe. The Body, she had found, did too, which was a relief. She was halfway to the pool before Leigh had finished her declamation. Tina found herself talking -- to herself? No, to The Body.
"Now, will you wait until I can get my jacket off and my hair unbraided," she mumbled to herself. She had found that talking sometimes helped her control The Body. As if it were actually listening. Again, she thought she heard a giggle. Was she going crazy? Ha! That would really help a lot if she were!
The wings extended, hindlegs pushed forward, and Tina was literally glided around to the side of the house to the edge of the pool. The ponderous things were unusually light, like the rest of her body, and the muscles had a fantastic strength-to-weight ratio. It had to be that way because otherwise The Body would never be able to fly. Those limbs, though they looked thin and tenuous, could break a tree trunk in half. Even her 'puny' human arms could tie a two-inch thick piece of tempered steel bar into a pretzel. Tina regarded the surface of the pool. The Body bobbed light in the water. She couldn't ever sink -- which made diving impossible, of course. You'd never mistake her for a mermaid!
During the flight, Tina had undone the buttons on her denim 'riding' outfit. Her slender upper human belly showed plaited muscles. She regarded her left hand now, as she brushed it over her stomach. Her fingers were another 'gift' from Dr. Alvarado. She had two extra fingers on each narrow hand. Fourteen digits all told. Yes, they were long, delicate and fantastically nimble.
Tina folded the right hand with the left, entangling her fingers. These odd hands made her an exceptional harp-player and keyboard artist. She could make music that no one else could. The electric guitar she played was uniquely crafted for her abilities: it had twenty strings and was both bass and tenor. She paused as The Body landed, hooves clattering on the concrete of the pool apron. Somehow she didn't mind the oddity of extra fingers, considering what she could do with them.
Tina pulled off her jacket, exposing the pale skin of her four human breasts. They were large and in two pairs, as well separated vertically as horizontally. The hemispheres of the upper pair were maybe set an inch or two above average height. The lower pair were a little closer together. They covered her chest to the bottom of the sternum, leaving just the muscled floating ribs exposed. Two 38-D brassieres would fit them all perfectly. Although she enjoyed the look and feel of her silk bras when she wore them, there was no structural need for them. Her breasts scarcely sagged, even though they were 100% natural.
With their well-proportioned aureole and nipples, these very large beauties contained nearly the only endodermal fat on her body. The nipples were aroused, and all the aureole were 'bee stung.' Tina crossed her arms. Of course she could never cover all of them with just two arms. She didn't mind the extra breasts -- hell, she'd actually nerved herself to ask for them. Dr. Alvarado had merely smiled and nodded.
Ultimately, after she'd taken the initial injections, Tina had screwed up the courage to ask for another pair of arms. Alvarado had told her it was too late. Sadly, there was only one major modification session one could undertake in a lifetime. Hers had been pretty much set, but he'd see what he could do. Tina guessed that the results of what Alvarado 'could do' had been the wings.
She looked down into the mirror-still pool. Her face was the same as it had always been. Large eyes, with well-defined arched brows, and a mouth that could make a generous smile. Her face was normal, and so was the front of her head. Nothing unusual about the ears, either. Her hair covered skull flared artistically beyond, however. Tina frowned.
There was that giggle again!
>Teee-naahh< said a faint voice. With her heavy hair loosed, twisting her head about for the source was difficult. There was no one around her, so the voice had to come from inside her head.
>Tina!< said another voice, almost like the first, but slightly higher pitched.
The flying end of the tail looped forward and wrapped itself around her forearms. Strong muscles -- strong enough for the tail's vanes to support her rump while flying -- manipulated the spade tip. Tina hated it when that -- devilish thing -- bound her human torso up without her volition.
"I must be going crazy!" Tina said to herself in despair. She hugged her chest, taking the muscled tail into her arms, and making all her breasts squeeze out like kneaded bread dough.
Without Tina's bidding The Body took a flying leap into the pool.
Leigh Brackett entered the bedroom she shared with Steve. Enough of the frock appearance for the day! She looked inside her wardrobe and picked out a pair of jeans that wasn't too ragged, and a fresh 5XL T-shirt. She chose the one with the printed quip -- "Yes, They Are Nice, Aren't They?'
The belt-cord she wrapped about her tiny waist by feel. She stood in front of the master bathroom mirror. There was nothing to criticize, so she had to be satisfied with her prominent hips, concave belly and outrageously buxom profile.
Leigh cradled her breasts, and wished they were four, arranged like Tina's. She sighed after trying to lift one of them higher. They were so large she had no idea how a morpher could jam another two on her chest below them. It would look strange, anyway, with her large ribcage already overhanging her tiny waist. She already had a cartoonish exaggeration of a woman's body -- she'd make Jessica Rabbit look positively blocky. Steve claimed her best point was her heart shaped butt, flaring hips and smooth skinned thighs.
Leigh sighed again. Due to some sort of oddball genetics which she did not understand, the more extreme morph had failed. It had been a severe disappointment to her, for to be a Silenid woman had been her heart's desire. She had to settle for a nymph's body. Leigh slapped her butt, hard. Her rear should have been even larger -- the size of a mare's -- rounded, curved and huge with prominent striated gluteus medialis and maximus muscles. Her form would have been complete with a magnificent flowing horse's tail, long powerful horse's hindlegs and large hooves. With that kind of a rear she would have been able to take all of her lover, Steve. Oh to be one of the Sileni!
Oh, well. She really shouldn't be jealous of the creature outside, with her awkward full horse-body with its four legs, and even more awkward wings and tail. The two horse-like lower limbs of the half-horse followers of Silenus were quite enough for Leigh. But she would never have even them.
Leigh moved to the greatroom. She watched Tina sunning herself outside after the girl's swim in the pool. The dragon-winged centauress had been unusually quiet in her ablutions. Normally there was a lot splashing and a few swear words loudly uttered. Right now she had her eyes closed, face bent downwards, as if she were a beatified innocent. That was very unusual, as the girl's eyes normally had a darting, tortured look about them. Considering the problems she was having with her complex form, Leigh understood. She'd tried very hard not to show a patronizing attitude to Tina.
Yes, I am envious of the beautiful, graceful female creature. That was the main thought that passed through the woman's mind. The girl swam like a batwinged swan -- something like the pegasi and their folded wings in Disney's Fantasia. Even though Tina did have trouble getting fully wet. Leigh watched the breeze riffle through the woman's outstretched wings and upraised, arched and coiled tail. The left rear of the four legs delicately cocked itself just so. The large hooves positioned themselves -- daintily.
Leigh opened the double French doors wide. At anytime Tina could come in for her grooming session. Leigh honestly enjoyed helping the girl with the hair brushing. It was comfortable to do it on the greatroom floor. The room had well-framed floor-joists above the basement, and her friend's body was light enough not to endanger a collapse. Yes, Tina had to sleep in the garage, but that was do to the fact that her tail, wings and hooves had caught on things or kicked without warning. When Tina was awake and could watch herself, she did just fine.
"Are you alright, Tina?" Leigh prompted. She held out Tina's brush bag. "It is past time for your Saturday manicure and grooming session with me."
"Yes. I think I'm okay. Either that or I have gone completely crazy."
Leigh arched an eyebrow, but did not inquire further.
The centauress pointed her forequarters to the house and ducked under the door lintel. Tina's hooves thumped and thudded as she moved to sit down upon the floor. Her carefully folded wings became slightly unfurled as she settled. Leigh sat behind Tina's nude upright human back. Of course, ringletted cascades of Tina's light brown human hair obscured most of her human torso from the back and trailed the several feet down her wing and equine shoulders onto the carpet.
Leigh took a brush from the kit. And then stopped. "You want me to brush your head hair?"
"Yes. I will do my tail -- all of it -- and manicure my wing claws today." And with that announcement, she pushed her Gumby-flexible lower body into a U, so her rump was directly next to her right foreshoulder. She twisted her human waist so she faced that rump and the root of the tail that emerged from it. The hair and tail flipped out so that its volume covered a full portion of the floor of the great room. The rest of it coiled itself neatly, vanes folded tightly against it. To Leigh it looked like it was waiting patiently in queue for its due attention.
Leigh found herself stifling a giggle. Tina normally did her copious head hair and wouldn't touch the rest of her body -- or what Tina called 'The Body' in sour irritation. Now it seemed to be the other way around!
Tina's body's left wing was tightly furled in its endless folding to give the older woman access to the centauress' head hair. Leigh got to the brushing and combing. Tina reacted to her touches with little sighs and arched muscles. But there was something -- odd. Not -- normal? "What happened in the pool, today, Tina?"
"I found out I've got multiple personalities."
"What?"
"I've got two other -- people -- living inside my head. You know that my brain grew to about eight times its former size? Well, not exactly just one brain -- I grew two more. Sod says it is incredibly complicated. They both can feel just about everything -- that they each control parts of my body. They started talking to me when I was bathing. Or at least two of them have. You think I am crazy?"
"Only a little. So, tell me about your multiple personalities."
There was a long pause as Leigh brushed Tina's head hair, and Tina brushed out the light brown hairs of her nearer tail. Leigh knew that this always took some time -- Tina had enough tail for a six horses. And how many times had Leigh gone through hell trying to keep the thing edged so that it didn't drag on the ground!
Almost as if Tina heard her thoughts, she said, "Wind is rather fractious -- and flighty --" Tina giggled at a thought. "She controls most of the tail and the wings. She doesn't talk much -- conveys what she wants in emotions."
"Sod is the -- earthiest. She controls all of the lower body and the four legs. I didn't know there were two of them -- they usually work together so well -- but it explains some things. Yes it does."
The devil part of her tail now demanded attention. It wrapped about Tina's arms and wrists -- and extended for several armlengths beyond. Its soft velveteen surfaces writhed as it flexed. Now it extended to caress Leigh's left ankle.
"Sod can sometimes be talkative. If I'm distracted, Leigh, it is because I'm carrying on a conversation with -- her. Less often it is with both."
The spade-tail tip bipped Tina's human nose.
Tina stared at Leigh. Tina mumbled something like "Yes, I know she is." Her face turned red, and she apologized to Leigh. "Wind says you are jealous of me. Sod says you are terribly afraid Steve will leave you for me."
Leigh set her face. "Yes," she admitted.
"I didn't realize it at all until just now. When -- they -- told me. Sod says she saw it for a long time. Please forgive me. My troubles with -- with -- myself -- were just overwhelming."
"I understand." Indeed Leigh did. The doctors at the hospital where Tina was recovering had mentioned to Steve and Leigh that something like this might happen. Tina's brain had developed as strangely as her body had, as her transformation had proceeded. The cranial capacity of her skull was about eight times a normal human's. But it was also -- partitioned -- that was the word that one of the doctors had used. Almost as if she had several outsized brains all packed into one head.
"Could you get the boom-box you and Steve use sometimes when you are on one of your interminable love-making sessions? It's a stereo and has FM tuning, right?"
Leigh went to get the item.
When she returned, the tail wrapped around the radio and pulled it from her. The triangular tip turned on the radio.
Leigh was amazed at the long caudal appendage's strength and dexterity.
"Wind and Sod -- and I -- want to show you something," Tina said.
"Hello, Leigh," said one speaker of the radio receiver.
"Hello, Ms. Brackett," said the other.
Both spoke with Tina's voice. Tina's mouth was shut.
Leigh sat down, stunned. She'd known Tina for almost two years, but this completely flabbergasted her. "Your -- extended tail -- is a radio transmitter?"
Tina -- the human Tina and the radio-voice Tinas -- all laughed. Then the speakers began to sing a happy duet. That was the Beatles's 'Norwegian Wood," complete with an odd, non-vocal accompaniment. Tina smiled, and resumed work on the portion of the tail that was horse-haired with complete concentration.
When the demonstration was done, Leigh felt a little inadequate. And here she had thought she was a good singer!
Then the discord began.
"Sod feels left out, you know," one of the radio speakers said.
"All work and no play," said the other.
Tina's human hands stopped. The grooming of the nearer tail was all but finished. "Yes, but you don't have to broadcast it, do you? Sod is going to shed just like you are, Wind. Have you figured out what color scheme you're going to have for the next week?"
"Tina!" Leigh exclaimed in shock. "They control your lower body hair color???" Tina's body's hair shed weekly -- and grew so fast that it had to be cut midweek. Each week the new short velvet hair grew in a different color. Some of the hair color combinations -- especially in Tina's first transformed year, were absolutely dreadful. Like orange with green leopard-spots. Or particolor. Or an awful purple. Quite often wings and body were clashing -- and now, with a pang of understanding, Leigh knew why that was so.
Sometimes Tina's body color patterns would be improbable -- like checkerboard or -- once a sky-blue with dark gray writing on her flanks that read, "Surrender, Tina!" A couple of times, in high summer when it was very very hot, Tina's horse body, farther tail, and wings ended up nude, with little or no hair at all. That event exposed almost all of Tina's skin. It turned out that her equine 'hide' was the same color and texture as her human part's skin. Leigh hadn't realized how pornographic that centauress' body was until the main body hair was completely off. But lately the colors had been more -- elegant. The three previous colors had been solids on both rump and wing. Glossy black. Pure snow white. Palomino gold. And now a Black Cherry red.
"Leigh?" Tina asked quietly.
"Yes?" Leigh was still trying to work out the ramifications of this revelation.
"What do you think I should do?"
"You want me to tell you what color your body should be?"
"For the week, yes. Sod and Wind tell me they'd like to coordinate with you."
"Well, we could try various things." Leigh found herself already going into the closet, looking for items. "How about this cream, tan and brown blouse? It is sericeous and it is too small for me. I never wore it because it never seems to go with anything. Do you think your body could match it -- and the radiating pattern?" She displayed it to the alicentauress.
"Why yes!" said a radio voice. Leigh thought it was Wind-Tina's.
"It would be an interesting -- challenge. If we were to match that pattern." That was Sod-Tina. Already Leigh recognized that Sod had a more -- thoughtful -- personality.
Tina's mouth twitched. "You know I love anything with silk. Wind just told me directly that it would be lovely if the colors radiated out from her shoulders along the wing surfaces. Lighter color on the leading edge?"
"Yes," said Sod. The voice sounded dour. "No grumbling, Sod!" Wind mustered her voice to admonish, "You have more limbs than any of the rest of us."
"Yes, but that means I have to work harder to set the pattern," Sod grumbled.
As the prehensile tail reached out to retrieve her silk bras from the greatroom table, Tina made a request. "Leigh, shedding is going to start in few hours -- would you groom my wings so I can groom my lower body? I think Sod needs my special attention.
"Yes, yes, Wind -- I will let you stretch the wings out when we get outside -- and yes, the wings are magnificent -- No I wouldn't dream of having them clipped.
"Did you know that I broke Wind's heart when I said I hated the wings?" Tina sounded miserable. Leigh saw a tear welled into her left eye. Tina bowed her head in embarrassment.
Sod's voice chastised Wind. "You know we've agreed to put her in overall control. She IS the senior mind. And she has changed her mind about you, right?"
Leigh nodded numbly. She recalled the incident as she caressed Tina's deliciously bulky wings with a curry comb. This activity promised to take a good deal of time.
The event happened shortly after Tina had gotten out of the hospital. At the time she was struggling just to stand up on her horse's hooves. Tina was going nowhere, and the wings, which were still growing, and awkward and flailing, were no help at all. The young woman was about to schedule surgery to have the wings removed. Then all hell had broken loose. Her lower body would not cooperate at all! And the tail -- my lord! Leigh remembered how the hair-covered part of the tail would whip about and snap its hair at Tina's four very sensitive nipples. Her extended tail would wrap itself around her torso, binding her arms. It would cover her mouth when she tried to talk. That was when 'The Body' turned blue and the sky-writing appeared. Tina had no choice, with almost all of her body in rebellion: she surrendered.
Leigh wondered how Tina could have been so negative. The vast wing plane was the softest velvet, elegantly draped from enormously long finger joints. The skin was warm and alive -- muscles that shaped the surfaces quivered under Leigh's hand. She stole a glance at Tina's half hidden face. Her eyes were closed in sensuous delight.
A bell rang, breaking this tableau. "Chen's Message Service" intoned the enunciator.
"Don't bother, Leigh," said the voice that the nymph associated with Wind. The tail pressed the button on the wall. The Body's butt rocked from the shift in weight, and it shifted Tina's hindlegs to balance.
"Brackett -- Estravian?" The young man who appeared on the videocom saw Tina's two well-filled silk bras. Her chest was only partly obscured with hair. Leigh noted that the boy's eyes opened wide and dilated at the sight. Did the kid have sensitivity to even less than partial nudity?
Well, he should expect a blind-call would end up showing someone in a state of dishabille at sometime or another, Leigh thought.
Tina did not turn off the picture camera.
Leigh recognized that, deep down inside, Tina was an incorrigible exhibitionist.
"Estravian here." Tina announced. She stretched her arms over her head to emphasize the size and number of her breasts, and her very well-toned human torso. The message came on. "Leigh? Tina?" a voice called. It was Steve's voder. "My shopping trip has taken me longer than I expected. I'll be back late. I have asked the message service to take your orders for pizza. It will be on me."
Steve was Leigh's lover. Late again, eh? She wondered how many young ladies he'd managed to conquer on his trip so far? And when he ordered pizza for her and Tina, he ordered pizza! Leigh grumped to herself. Whoever knew how many Steve had ordered -- he loved it when she pigged out, and somehow regardless of her order, there was always added a messy double cheese on hers! But then she knew how he loved the way her already enormous breasts would swell and her small aureolae and nipples would lactate frantically to get rid of the excess nourishment.
The image of the cute square-jawed Chinese boy reappeared. Tina and Leigh gave their favorite toppings and the head disappeared. Leigh thought that the boy had cut the comm much more slowly than normal.
Tina had been cupping her hyperfirm upper left breast with both hands in its silk halter in a very nonchalant manner. Her nipples -- and puffy aurolae -- showed through the fine fabric. To be sure the creature was a flaunt! That, and Steve mentioned something quietly to Leigh while they were in bed that morning. If Steve's guess was right, then Tina's body was finally becoming -- receptive. Well, Leigh's oversexed boy-toy should know about something like that.
Leigh wanted the therianthropic girl out of the house for the time. Leigh needed a chance to think. She said to Tina, "Why don't you go outside and practice your archery? The quiet will let your body concentrate on setting your new hair pattern, I'm sure. I'll call you when the food comes. When you start to shed in a couple of hours, call me and I'll bring out the kit. No use making a mess in the house."
Steve Mason arrived completely out of breath at the door of the house he, Leigh and Tina were tending. It was late. The sun would be setting soon. He hoped that Leigh would not be too mad at him! He badly needed her -- services -- though he would never use that word in front of Leigh in a million years! With a pang, Steve knew that he actually loved the nympho woman.
But the gift for Tina was important. The item itself was sort of a 'gag' gift -- the box and wrapping for it had been hell to find. He'd run all over Schaumburg looking for just the right shape. He ran. Literally. No automobile for Steve -- the clack-clack of his lengthened stride had taken him all over northwestern Chicagoland.
Steve was a Satyr -- or at least as close to one as the Law allowed. That meant a tiny upturned tail and cloven hooves on his lengthened feet. Everything else you'd expect was there -- including the slightly illegal finger-length goat-horns projecting from his hairline above his long goateed (yes!) face. He smiled and stroked the narrow beard -- he certainly looked the part of a rakehell! Of course, he was clothed in whites for the sensitives among the general population. That included an elegant upcurving codpiece that reached over his left shoulder. In addition, the tendile portion of the piece stretched up his front and over his left shoulder as well. The huge padded bag that depended on it contained his extreme polyorchidism. He wore that slung from his back.
With all the time spent away from Leigh today, now he was horny as hell. It was one of the downers of his satyr's body. Oversexed was an understatement. It took every bit of his self-will not to attempt sex with every woman he saw. Steve snorted -- he was more self-restrained than the average teenaged boy half his size. Yes, he was monstrous -- not hung like a horse -- not literally, but considering that an 'average' teenage male these days had a knee-length arousal ….
Steve made every effort he could not to touch his cod piece that stood up past his cheek. The tapered thing was as long as his arm, and at its base, thicker.
He was a satyr because of Leigh -- or rather, because of her needs. She had insisted on his rather awkward modification. It had its benefits -- the shift from plantigrade to digigrade feet jacked his height up from a wiry 5'7" to nearly seven feet. Unfortunately Steve was morphed before Leigh found out that she'd never grow a horse tail and her pelvis could never take on the prodigious dimensions of a female of the Sileni. Leigh had had to settle for her nymph's form. Yes, it was a bad pun, but the woman was almost insatiable, a nymphomaniac. His enormous capacity made Steve and Leigh almost perfect lovers.
Tina -- now Tina on the other hand -- oh, man! Just looking upon her made him go wild. Steve hugged the present for her with his left hand and opened the door.
Because his tongue stuffed his mouth, Steve had to use a speech-making machine. "I'm home," he nimbly keyed on the voder slung on his narrow hips with his other hand. "Where's the Argaiv?"
"In the bathroom!" Leigh's voice came from the back -- from just outside the French doors leading out of the greatroom to the patio.
Steve laid aside Tina's present. As Steve hopped to the bathroom door, he was surprised to see Tina in the adjoining bedroom. He was in a bit of a hurry to apply the antiarousal drug so he could urinate. The stuff lasted only a few minutes and the long day had given him a very full bladder.
After he'd done, he opened the door and found himself staring at Tina's vast muscular body as she gracefully wended her way out of the door. She put her hands on the wood and ducked under the door transom as if it were a hatch on a ship. Her body was exactly 7'4" tall, hips 28" wide -- just small enough to negotiate standard human habitation. For a moment she held her tightly folded wings high. She narrowed her broad equine chest. She didn't touch either side of the door as her lower body flexed from the bedroom into the alcove in the great room.
Steve had a wonderful view of Tina's butt and arched tail as it streamed behind her into the main room of the house. She stretched -- Tina had not noticed him. Her trapezium muscles rippled. She did the same with her wings -- although the wings unbent only slightly. Tina would not even be able to even half extend them in this room, Steve knew. The muscles that moved them were huge. She needed the strength of a horse-body to support those wings!
"Oh, there you are!" Leigh said.
Tina turned her human torso and smiled at Steve. She now wore a T-shirt that emphasized her four breasts. It was her 'dancing' T-shirt. As Tina swiveled about, Steve saw the centauress waltz her feral body about. He'd never seen her do that with such comfort and self-assuredness.
He was about to ask "What's happened to you?" when Tina's wing-tips unfolded just the outer two joints to envelop him in an embrace. The velvet hair on the wings had a new pattern, a series of creams, tans and browns in gyronnic stripes. Very refined, Steve thought. The muscles of Tina's equine breast were still a good six feet from him when knife-like wing-fingernails clacked behind him. He couldn't see the room through her wing's webbing, just her. She pranced forward -- lightly for a creature so massive. She bent way down, held his head between her hands and kissed his forehead between the roots of his horns. He felt like a dwarf before this lightbrown-haired Snow White. Tina's extended tail briefly swirled around his runner's butt. Its spade tip entangled his knee for a moment.
Leigh laughed as Tina withdrew her wings. "She's integrated herself, love!" The nymph stood and reached for Steve's hand. Leigh was dressed in hip-hugger jeans and a lace bra. Where she got something that delicate in that size, Steve neither knew nor cared. "Three personalities -- and they've agreed to work together."
Tina smiled -- she looked a little uncertain. A bit uncomfortable? Maybe his present would help.
"I got you a present, Tina," Steve voded. "It is by the door." Leigh took away Steve's voder. This of course, shut him up completely.
"Oh -- what is it?" Tina asked as her body sidled to the door. She eyed the box. Her wing hands came forward and picked up the box with dexterity, and brought the present to her front for Tina's closer inspection.
Leigh gently pulled the tendile sack from Steve's shoulder and set it on the table next to the couch. Steve quivered as the sensitive contents -- his thirty six giant sized 'potatos' -- settled. It didn't matter how soft or thick that padding was! He still felt the twinge as his many gonads jostled each other.
Tina cocked a hindleg. Steve had seen her do this whenever she was thinking or concentrating. Or curious. She opened the box.
"What -- is it?" Tina asked, holding up the four-foot long plastic object. Tina's wing hands grabbed it from the alate centauress' human hands. The girl's body pranced to the middle of the room and settled down by the French doors.
"My dear, your body already knows what it is." Leigh was smiling. "I'll bet that Sod just told you."
Tina's entire human torso was washed red. "It's -- It's a sexual -- appliance? Steve, am I that bad off?"
Steve's arousal was returning with a vengeance. There was a rebound when the drug wore off, but this one was particularly strong. He couldn't say anything -- he just nodded at Tina and stuck his tongue out. The forked tip wrapped around his codpiece in both directions.
"I -- " and Leigh paused meaningfully, " -- think that it is a marvelous idea. I'll tell Steve what has happened this afternoon while you make yourself -- comfortable, Tina."
Since Steve couldn't shut her up, Leigh chatted. She filled him in on what had gone on even as she teased him slowly into a madness of desire. Her breasts were swelling still. Her body was struggling to transform the enormous amount of food in her into milk in her heavy breasts.
"Tina scarfed her pizzas down of course. I finished the last of mine just before you arrived. Took me hours. But an order for a dozen of the large size with triple cheese is a challenge. Food is wonderful stuff though!" Leigh smiled in bliss.
"When the delivery girl came, I knew there was something odd. -- The pizzas were perfect, by-the-way. -- But the girl who delivered them practically invited herself in. She introduced herself as Mai-Lee Chen -- tall thin girl. I'm sure she's had a height-morph. Only a head shorter than Tina. Would look proportional if she were 4'7" tall, not 6'7".
"She had trouble with all those pies -- she admitted that she wasn't the regular delivery -- person. She was wearing a pair of overalls that were rather baggy -- I nearly stopped breathing when she pulled in her belt -- her waist almost disappeared.
"Then it struck me -- oriental folk often have a family member 'case' a potential husband or wife. Oooh, not me!" Leigh sighed wistfully, "Tina has an admirer! Though I'm not sure she's aware of it."
"I see," Steve had snatched his voder back from Leigh's hand. "Two, probably. Known Chen family some time." Steve's tongue was busy twining itself about Leigh's slender wrist. "Mai-Li's bi, as you are, love. Her older sister is straight. Teddy -- you saw the boy's face -- is another one of Alvarado's victims. I haven't seen him in years -- seems he's embarrassed the family, and they sequestered him after he was rescued. He's very straight. I remember him as a real romantic. I'm sure he sent her."
Leigh laughed. "Mai-Li? You should have seen that girl's expression when she saw Tina. She didn't say a word for the longest time. Stayed around long enough to say hello and to have a very good long look at her." Leigh doffed her hand. "They compared hair. They're both about the same in length, though the Chinese girl's was in an ankle-length queue -- I think it was as thick as her waist. Tina offered her a ride on her back, but she made excuses and left." Leigh laughed. "I think Chen lost her nerve."
"Tina serious?"
"She was a bit unhappy. Blamed herself for scaring the girl away." Leigh looked down, considering the young woman laboring with herself. Her body was in such involvement that Tina was oblivious to the others' talk. The prone centauress had stretched herself onto her back. Alternately her arms hugged her forelegs or fingers gripped the carpet. The hooves of her hind legs arched her equine buttocks off the ground. Tina thrust the plastic shaft with her wings. Her tail flowed to the back wall and had braced itself against it. It quivered and wriggled, then arched itself stiffly. Again, and again.
Leigh looked at the writhing form on the floor before her. "I think yes. Maybe she's pansexual!" She laughed. "Certainly autosexual. And extremely horny. She's ignored her body's needs for far too long. No wonder it was so fractious! What you brought her seems to be absolutely perfect!"
Between their eleventh and twelfth bout of lovemaking Steve had turned the lights off. The scenery inside the house was outlined through the moonlit window. The carpet muffled Steve's hooves as he returned to the couch of his lover. A few insects chirped quietly through the open screened doors.
"Her presence certainly improves your lovemaking, dear boy." Leigh sighed. "And I do love that beautiful body of hers. She's finally comfortable with me massaging her human parts now, you know."
Tina's horse body stretched upon its back, upon the carpeted floor of the greatroom. The sweat glistened off her horse's hide. Her human torso was glowing. She was limp in exhausted sleep. The dildo sat over a wing thumb, half-crushed. Its seams had been popped in three places. Steve was amazed the girl hadn't injured herself. He'd have to find some other material for her -- appliance -- maybe titanium steel. He knew a machinist who did fine work.
Tina's eight labial tentacles had disappeared back inside of the centauress' pudenda. Steve was still not sure he'd seen what he saw. The things were each longer than his tongue! This filly was certainly out of his league! A female whose body overmatched almost all of a shaft four feet long and eight inches across was certainly that! He'd been smart not to approach her for sex. He'd be killed! Indeed, he wondered who could possibly be a match for Tina? Or even if she wanted a match?
"Oh, I forgot the poor girl has a Slinky for a spine," Leigh said as she bent down to adjust Tina's neck and human waist. These had stretched in sympathy when Tina's equine waist had stretched to accommodate the sexual appliance. Leigh moved to the sleeping beauty's flank. Her ponderous breasts swayed while she avoided the slack pile of Tina's left wing's bones.
Steve had lost his voder somewhere in his lovemaking. It was somewhere -- but, frankly, he didn't care to talk at the moment.
"Well, I don't know if there's anything we can do with all this mass of her body, Steve. Shall we leave her this way? Do you know if this is permanent?" Tina's tapered equine waist made an S-curve flat on the carpet. Leigh stared at its length.
Steve shook his head. The stretching probably wasn't permanent. Tomorrow the centauress would have a hell of a backache, but everything would collapse to a more normal length. Steve imagined all those vertebrae popping back into place like a collapsible plastic jug.
"No, it isn't? Or, No, you don't know?"
Steve grinned as reassuringly as he could. His tongue popped out, and he hooked Leigh's right earlobe with the tip of the left fork.
Leigh sighed. The sigh said a number of things. "Useless male!" was one. "I envy her!" was another. She patted Tina's hindquarters, just behind where the left wing's velvet haired surface fused with the upper part of the hip. Steve sensed Leigh's envy.
Leigh's enormous, swelled breasts rippled with her effort. She paused a moment to stabilize the enormous sagging globes. They made her hands look small against them. The older woman had digested her food, and now her belly was again flat. Steve knew that she was about to lactate. Leigh shouldn't be at all envious, he knew, and he wondered how he could reassure the woman that he was all for her.
With some effort Leigh stood up and looked down at Tina's beatific expression. Her extended tail now curled about and thrust upward over her prone chest. The triangular tip was coddled by her four breasts. Her arms lay limp on her stomach, the palm of one resting on the end of the tail, the other framing the girl's human navel. To Steve she looked absolutely wild, an inhabitant of wooded mountains.
"She looks so happy," Leigh sighed. "She's probably dreaming about her fantastic body."
Steve nodded. Just looking at Tina's sleek muscular body made him more aroused. Of course his growing, rising penis impeded his view -- but the creature before him absolutely turned him on.
Leigh was a beneficiary of that -- and he hoped she knew it! "And we should be too, I suppose." She fingered the portion of his randiness nearly thirty inches from his groin. She traced a vein as thick as her finger. It tickled. Her act aroused him further, if that was possible. He'd never been so hard in his life -- it was to the point of pain!
"But we've got a long night to pursue happiness ourselves, my love. You and I are nearly inexhaustible. Let's get back in the race to spend ourselves before the dawn. Let's go to! Perhaps when she wakes, we'll be as happy as Tina looks!"
A howl of wind blew suddenly in the quiet moonlit night. And a shadow crossed the wan moonbeams.
"What was that?" Leigh asked, startled.
Steve scrambled to find his voder. Eventually he was able to key, "Bet that's Teddy and Mai-Li."
Leigh looked out into the backyard where a black form had alighted. She gasped, "Oh my God! Just look at that boy!"
Leigh looked down at the sleeping Tina. She solemnly intoned, "Oh, shit!"
"What?" Steve voded the query as quickly as he could.
"We've got another love-interest to introduce to her -- and the girl's exhausted!"
FINIS
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