Twinned Madness

"Awwwww. It's adorable," she said with a feminine squeal, using her hands to stroke my new tail. The sensation of fullness hadn't retreated with the tails emergence, instead growing in conjunction with the tails expansion. A dim part of my mind wondered if I could control the limb, tracing the neural pathways the sensations were coming from. No such luck as the tail continued feeding from my painlessly wrecked ass, curling up and around my turncoat arms, apparently under the invader's control. There was a stripe that ran down the center of my tail covered warm cream colored scales, breaking up its otherwise uniform look. She'd moved on but my backside still twitched occasionally as the tail continued to extend, my body an automatic tail dispenser that didn't know when to stop.

"Aren't you bored of this old thing?" she asked, tracing the tip of my dick I just now realized was erect again.

"No." But there was a growing part of me that was distinctly curious, almost excited, about where she was going; where she was going to take me.

"Don't be that way sweetie. Trust me, you're going to love this."

She started at my balls, her-slash-my fingers rolling them around my scrotum, each touch making them draw up tighter and tighter, closer and closer to my body. Hissing with enthusiasm, my balls slipped inside with little fanfare. Pinching and rubbing caused my sack to dwindle, deflating like a balloon with a leak until there was nothing but a smooth expanse of skin between my erection and my taint.

But Kisha wasn't done with me yet. She continued pushing and kneading, patiently working with my flesh until my body relented to her will, an innocuous furrow formed, heralding greater changes. Scraping with our nails, she dug deeper and deeper into my body, tunneling as the displaced flesh bunched and folded at the entrance, creating fleshy magenta lips. These weren't delicate virgin flower type lips, they were bulky flaps of skin with enough heft for someone to latch onto and tug with fingers, lips, or teeth; I loved them. The thought of Kisha gripping my labia in her teeth and giving a pull was enough to send my burgeoning erection into overdrive. A sigh that sounded more like a pleasured hiss slipped from my lips and Kisha's fingers picked up the pace, twisting as they drilled further into my body. After they finished their work, her glistening fingers withdrew and brought the evidence of my pleasure up to my lips for a quick taste. Parting my lips lazily, I let her roll our fingers around my plated tongue, enjoying my feminine scent and taste.

Returning to the scene of the crime, she peeled back the lips of my sex with her fore and middle finger, revealing the dripping fleshy pink vagina to the air. But there was still something missing. Her ministrations felt pleasant but my gut told me that it just wasn't enough; that there was more to be had, sensations, hiding deep in my skin if I just let go. My eyes drifted closed as her thumb rolled around the top of my pussy.

My pussy. A phrase that became less strange and more exciting as it bounced around my head. Something clicked, and my flesh began to rumple and swirl under her thumb, tightening into a sensitive nub that began culturing nerves like it was out of style. In just a few seconds it already was almost overwhelming, but I still wanted more, and Kisha didn't disappoint.

She spent two minutes encouraging my sensitive bundle, until her every touch of my clit had me almost screeching my pleasure-pain into the universe. While she worked my clit, my belly tightened inward, squeezed by an invisible force that moved the bulk downward, filling out my hips and ass as they expanded with a muted crack. Finally satisfied, she let her middle finger slip off my labia into my pussy proper. I could feel my body's clutching warmth when the finger sunk home, both the instinctive clutching warmth of my pussy and the firm penetrations of our wiggling finger enough to send me into a rapturous orgasm that took me elsewhere for an unknown period of time.

When I came back, I felt rejuvenated, like a new person. Another change had occurred while I was away, two fleshy mounds hung with sweet heaviness from my chest. It was slightly strange my breasts had no nipples but I decided they looked better that way. All four of my hands lightly rubbed the delicious creamy expanse of flesh my breasts, making me sigh under their pleasurable touches. My skin was paler than it'd been, and upon closer inspection, was actually an expanse of tough micro scales, to small to see without inspection

"There, feeling better sweetie?"

"Yessss," I hissed back lazily, my tongue flickering out my mouth as I tasted the scent of my release on the air. Twisting around in the bed to get more comfortable, I lay prone on the bed, my feet kicking oddly against my tail.

"Can you do anything about those?" I asked, frowning at the unnatural appendages bracketing my beautiful tail.

"Of course. Let's get to work, you can help me," she said, taking her hands and running down the outside of my thighs. Mirroring her, I ran my hand along the ugly pale flesh.

"The body knows what it wants. All we have to do is help it along by giving it a little push."

Together we squeezed inward on my legs, forcing them towards the tail. To my surprised delight, they actually sunk into the body of the tail. I pushed harder, eager to rid myself of the blemishes on my otherwise stunning body.

"Easy. Changes take time, we don't want to force it."

Reluctantly, I returned to gentle pushes as my legs continued to be engulfed by my tail. My legs slowly disappeared as my tail continued to extend, twisting and writhing into a single mighty and sensuous appendage. They were maybe halfway gone and already my tail extended a good six feet from my torso. Like a dinosaur sinking into a tar pit, my legs steadily fell deeper, my scales inexorably closing around my feet as they succumbed to inevitability. My tail stretched a full twenty feet, falling in looping coils after the end of my bed as the final inch of skin vanished without fanfare.

Full of wonder, I traced the textured scales with reverence as Kisha raised our hand and tousled my hair playfully. Her fingers were magically soothing against my scalp as they massaged the hair follicles, her energy making them sprout into overdrive as the pushed further from my head. The entire thing would've tickled if it wasn't for the constant scratching of her fingers. She took my elongated strands of hair, twirling them together, leaving entangled clumps everywhere. I puzzled over what she was doing for a moment until I began to sense her touch through each strand my hair. This stunned me long enough for her to finish the process across the entirety of my scalp.

"What's happening?" I worried as little ant feet crawled across my hair as it sprawled into a nest. I would characterize the feeling somewhere in the land of odd and bizarre. Her answer was to slick our hand across my tongue, the sensation chilled as she brought it to the coil falling over my forehead in front of my eyes. She ran her wet fingers across the twisted knot, the length of it shimmering as it thickened, filling out the space between strands until I was looking at an shiny tube instead of hair. A tube that began to twist and move on its own. Kisha moved on to other snarls as I traced the mottled green scaled tube from the top of my head down. Slitted oversized eyes on such a tiny head blinked at me and I blinked back. It flicked its tongue at my nose, catching a bead of sweat that'd trickled down and I tasted the salt. It twisted in pleasure at the taste and went hunting for the tasty fluid. Dozens of sisters soon joined it, their tongues and army of tickling hunters that had me rolling around on the bed as they cleaned and teased. My nest of hair vipers eventually finished with their task, disappointed at the sparseness of sweat. It was natural for me to lean forward and give the initial snake a grateful kiss as it retreated back beyond my field of view.

There was a tickling at the edge of my auditory awareness as I felt Kisha communicate with my hair, but I couldn't make out or understand the words. I felt their agreement and the began to writhe against my upper back, positioning themselves very carefully under Kisha's directions.

"You may feel a bit of a sting dear," she said, as my snakes stabbed forward, fangs unfolding to sink into my flesh.

She was wrong.

It felt good.

It felt, so good.

As the venom sunk into my skin, a cool shiver of an involuntary orgasm rocked my body. Her hands hugged under my breasts as she reached across and around to stretch the flesh of my upper back taut, kneading to manipulate the venom into position as the tattoo of a caduceus, twin serpents around a staff with wings, blossomed into being around my back. The tattoo's size required a multitude of fang pricks, the ink flowing under my skin, filling in the creamy white canvas, paint by numbers style.

My erection throbbed and it only took a couple tugs for me to spill my seed up into the valley between my breasts.

"That's lovely. Seeds of white in a field of cream. Doesn't it look delicious?" she whispered conspiratorially. "Maybe you should have a taste." She scooped it up and presented it to me distracting me from the other hand that rubbed around my arms wrist, scales matching my tail blossoming under her touch with little pinpricks. Taking her fingers into my mouth, I fellated them to be sure I got every speck of this delicious flavor.

Think of all the missed opportunity. Switching hands, she began repeating her process, leaving my newly scaled hand and arm to continue transporting my sticky release to my mouth. It was only after the cum was depleted that I noticed my hands had changed. Just like with my tail and my legs, the hands she controlled looked wrong with their pale fragile flesh, the only part of me that remained as skin. Scrunching my face I waited for Kisha to fix it.

"I can't do all the work honey," she chided. "If you want something, reach out and take it. Such is the way of most dimensions."

"But I don't know how?" I whined.

"Sure you do. Give it a try and everything will work out, you'll see."

Uncertain, I took control of one of my lower arms for the first time and gripped that forearm. The flesh feverish under my palms, and I realized that Kish was right, my body did know what it wanted. I slid my scaled hand up and down my forearm a couple times, loosening the skin from the scales I knew were hiding there. Gripping the flimsy covering, I ripped it free, revealing a dusky teal scaled forearm that trailed into pale scales as the pebbled flesh reached my elbow. Eager, I repeated the process on my final arm to similar results.

"See, I knew you could do it," she said proudly, humming a joyful little tune as she spoke, encouraging me. "I think we're ready for the next stage." Her hands played across the plane of my back, the tattoo tingling pleasantly under her touches. The scent of tepid water tickled under my nostrils as Kisha's humming transformed into rhythmic chanting in a language deeper than the span of human history; the words old enough to trigger racial memories imparted by my ancestors that'd survived made my heart race. Finding the sweet spot, her arms curled up over my shoulders, hands laying flat. The chanting grew in pitch and she flexed our fingers in preparation. I took a deep breath and she pushed, muscles straining against the taught traps on my back. She pushed and she pushed until I was shaking with the effort, sweat running down my face and dripping off my nose to run down the valley between my breasts. My snakes went chasing after the salty treats before they got out of range.

And still she pushed.

She pushed beyond reason or thought of relief.

Beyond exhaustion.

Until suddenly... She relaxed.

All her effort had hidden the fact that while she'd labored against my flesh, something underneath had been pushing back. Now that she'd stopped the hands under my skin were taking advantage of the lack of resistance. My skin bubbled and stretched, like a hand pressed against a taut balloon. My skin ruptured, falling from me in a dry sheet that accompanied a sense of relief, like peeling off the dead old skin of a sunburn. In a remarkably short period of time, a head of snakes pushed through my tattoo, joining the four arms that helped pull her free. My body twitched, breath steaming as it poured from my mouth, my body's systems overloading from the gestation of a new torso.

I blacked out for a moment.

When I came to, the chanting had stopped and I'd mostly normalized. A pair of breasts pressed pleasurably against me as four hands teased my own pair. The lower ones focused onto the interior swell while the upper ones worked on the posterior swell, squeezing them in a delightfully erotic manner.

"Welcome back," she murmured into my ear from behind.

Kisha pushed further out my back, my muscles tensing before shearing in a giant form of eldritch mitosis. Groaning, I wrapped my hands around the comforter, its fluid splattered length providing a physical outlet for the sensations running wild through my flesh.

"Let's rest for a moment. You're doing such a good job," she said, somehow not patronizing with her words. My shoulder's bounced a happy dance and I fought a smile as a rush of pride flowed through me. Grasping my hips, she pulled herself flush against my back, breasts pillowing out, twin satin balloons that acted as buoys between our bodies. Her breasts pressed forward, thrumming with a warm tension that indicated to me our enjoyment was mutual, something that suddenly mattered to me a great deal.

"Ok, I'm ready," I said, eager to fully embrace my Great One. I froze for a moment as Kisha began to push and shimmy again.

Great One... I'm not sure where that phrase came from but it feels right. My god! Why does it feel so good to call her that?

Kisha's hips wriggled free of my own and she reached around my hips to flick the lips of my pussy, vaporizing all coherent thoughts in my head.

"Who needs thoughts and worries when there are such wonderful things to feel." She punctuated her statement by sinking her fingers into my suckling warmth. My snatch wept with joy at the penetration. She played out a quick orgasm that left me once more devoid of strength as she continued to extract herself from my body. The separation progressed to mid thigh as I huffed into the ruffled pillows. I decided to give up, surrendering to the idea that this was now my reality. It was an easy feeling, freeing, letting my worries drift away under Kisha's eagerness.

They were only getting in the way.

Her smile skirted across the skin of my shoulder as what would've been my knees slithered free, allowing her to rotate and face me. We lay there, mirrored visages facing each other, one knowing and excited the other bashful and exhausted. Our hair hissed at each other before coming together in a multitude of tickling kisses. Her half lidded eyes made promises that had me shivering internally.

Curling her arms lazily around my shoulder, she teased the nape of my neck, playing with a few of the smaller hair snakes that welcomed her touches. Suddenly I was shivering as stressful hormones raged unchecked through my veins, tears leaking out of my eyes.

"What's happening?" I ground out through chattering teeth, growing fearful that something gone wrong.

"Nothing to fear. These changes place terrible stress on the body and it doesn't know how to respond, so it hits the panic button." A terrible need welled in me but my suddenly choked throat left me with no way to verbalize. She flicked our tail as it split a few more inches down the center, like a log splintering under the steady blows of an axe. Warm skin embraced me from behind, helping calm me through the shivers and tears, spooning me past the shock. She began to hum again the gentle vibrations flowing through my chest as she sang to comfort me.

Drifting in the rocking sensation of her swaddling hug and purring music, my body stabilized. There was a growing fear in my mind. My body was telling me that there was a predator around me, and I needed to get away right now. It wasn't a conscious thought, rather it was something instinctive my new mind was screaming at me.

Why is this happening? Kisha's was kind enough to provide me with this wonderful form. Why would I run from her? My fore and hind brain argued as she continued to hold me, our tails splitting down to the final foot of our twenty foot long tails which sprawled about the room in haphazard coils. Finally, I could take it no longer.

"Sorry," I cried as my tail sprung into action, propelling me out of Kisha's arms in an act of rebellion. She, however, had much greater control than I currently did, her tail encircling mine a few feet from my hips, stopping me cold.

"Nothing to worry about. You're just reacting to my dominance. Perfectly natural." Like a cowboy hauling in a panicking foal, she used her four arms to haul me in, slowly but surely as I scrambled to get away. She eventually had me underneath her, smiling confidently as her snakes pulled themselves into a bun, safely out of her view. I was frozen, my blue screen of death flashing nothing but error messages. Reaching out, she tried to take my hand but I jerked out of the way. She shot me an understanding look with a hint of disapproval. Methodically grappling with me until her hand laced with my own; she continued until all my hands were safely held in hers, all forty of our fingers securely entwined. Her tail spun around mind, winding them together like a candy cane, her dick hard against my belly. Trembling, I calmed slightly as my every avenue of escape was ruthlessly extinguished, allowing me to painlessly surrender.

"That's my girl," she murmured softly as she thrust forward, painlessly pushing her erection into my pussy. My hands tightened down involuntarily as she filled me. It wasn't until she began to withdraw that I realized she didn't have quite the same organ as I did. Her dick had overlapping ridges that, while they penetrated easy enough, gripped and pulled on the backstroke. My eyes about bugged at my head as my pussy both reveled and complained at the harshly pleasurable sex. I looked down at our conjoined bodies and noticed, almost absentmindedly, my dick had indeed changed to match the one that was currently rocking my world, a stiff dark veined rod that stood erect as it rubbed against Kisha's slowly thrusting body. Kisha spread her arms wide, forcing our heads and breasts together as she pulled me into a searing kiss. The kiss ended and her eyes sparkled with a delightfully sinful thought.

Her arms shifted, forcing my shoulders to bow forward. She leaned over me her hair continuing to push me down.

I can't bend this far! I thought for a moment as she continued to direct my head downwards while simultaneously thrusting into me.

Only... I could.

My neck and back effortlessly curved downward as my remodeled spine showed no signs of problems with the contorted position. It wasn't until my lips bumped up against my penis that I began to understanding her desire. She crooned an excited song after my tongue slipped out of my mouth, encircling around my rigid head. Unbelievably, I stretched a little further and my dick slipped easily into my mouth. I began to fellate myself with gusto while Kisha continued to pound into my pussy, each stroke filling me with such divine ecstasy that was surpassed by the frightening pleasure of the withdrawal, only reluctantly allowed by my gripping sex. Mewing like a plaintive kitten, my penis bucked and spewed ropes of cum into my mouth. There was no reluctance or disgust in the taking of my seed, and Kisha looked proud of me as I swallowed the thick green liquid. A final few spurts of the corrupted goo rounded out my orgasm, dripping down the side my dick.