Hehehe.
Benedict reached forward to loosen the chains holding Diane up when he was distracted by some noise behind him, though he kept working. Only when he heard one of his boys curse that he spun around and saw the strangest of things.
Hope Banda is alone in her room right now.
Much like the first time allocating with Diane, the transformation was slow, probably to let her body adjust to the change or some other magical reason. She had become familiar with horns pushing out of her head, but instead of the curling ridged pair that started above the ears and crawled up above her forehead, these were sharp and smooth, piercing out like the feeling of popping a giant zit when the thick bones grew and curved out of her temples and jutted outward from her head with black points forward. She was not familiar with the feeling of her face restructuring to this extreme. Her nose and jaw especially gaining more and different shapes with everything shifting under her skin like a 3D jigsaw puzzle being completed by invisible hands. Even her teeth grew and Honoka realized her entire head wasn't just reshaping, it was growing.
With a tightening of the leather holding her in place, Honoka found she felt all of herself growing. Transforming into a succubus, her height changed and some new parts grew in, but the differences remained mostly in the realm of human standard. As a holstaur, everything grew into a much larger scale. Her skeleton transformed first, the bones bloating to four times their thickness, pushing Honoka's skin to a painful tightness as it tried to keep her in one piece. Only for a moment, though, the bone volume needed to support the explosion of swoll that was about to come. And explode it did.
"MoooYEAH!!" Honoka lowed, hearing her voice deepen as her neck doubled in length and widened, veins supplying needed blood to fuel traps that grew and grew into a sloping V. Like a muscle set of dominoes, this triggered down to ever-widening shoulders and deltoids taking on the size and shape of basketballs. Honoka felt herself being pushed off the wooden X as lats joined the traps group and they both shoved back while the lats thickened under her arms in a perfect set of bodybuilder wings. Her arms were the first to gain real definition with their size, biceps and triceps cutting deep canyons in her skin as thick veins pulsed on top of other vessels, the blood surging throughout her body as it tried to feed bursting mass. Muscle fibers twitched with every breath, flooding her arms down the biceps, to the brachioradialis pushing the already massive biceps even higher, to the exploding pair of ulnar and radial flexors in her forearms fighting for space. Her fingers compressed together and her thumb thickened, going from five fingers to three large ones, closing them in a tight fist as she strained against the leather binding her.
I HAVE THE POWEEEER!!
Letting out a cowish snort, Honoka strained her arms down against the bindings. While she did, she felt her ribcage radiate outward and pecs thicken so quickly the almost-holstaur woman thought her boobs were growing, but all she saw was massive muscles and erect nipples plumping outward. Looking upward, she met the stunned face of Benedict with a wicked bovine grin and put in some maximum effort to break free. The X had been well made and the straps were thick and heavy leather, but Honoka was gaining fifty pounds of muscle a second and it didn't take long before the wood of the rack cracked then splintered, the transforming woman bringing her arms down with a roar amid the flying woodchips.
Straightening, Honoka found her perspective two feet taller and moving up, the rest of her body trying to finish the change. Fur sprouted from her shoulders, thicker down her back and then spreading towards her growing hips and thighs. Her dark skin turned a light pink but the pelt colored into a dark brown with some splotches of lighter brown. The flesh around her abdomen stretched as an eight pack and obliques fought for space and ballooned with strength, giving Honoka a fantastic feeling of balance and control. The Beast long ago retreated so the kidnappers gained a clear view as the meat of her thighs took on genuinely epic proportions, snapping the restraints holding her legs with only a minimum pressure as they tore through them. Her glutes joined the fun, expanding so quickly they pushed Honoka off the rack and she clopped to the ground, somewhere in all the sensation missing her feet turning into large hooves. For a moment, Honoka worried she would fall but instincts took over and she straightened, her size and mass now to the point where the straps around her wrists snapped and the bits of rack fell to the floor.
The three men in the room cowered, trembling even. From start to now, less than thirty seconds passed witnessing a mouse of a girl turn into a behemoth.
What Race or Class did this monster have,
they must think,
that transforms her into the nightmare of abusive and controlling men?
Honoka loved to revel in the final parts of her allocation and the fur on her thighs were drenched from the erotic feeling of strength and power, but the furious woman hadn't forgotten where they were and what she needed to do. Growing up the daughter of a woman descended from samurai warriors, Honoka recalled her martial arts training. Pulling her upturned fist to her hip, she lunged forward and punched a still shocked Benedict in the chest with the force of a wrecking ball and the sound of broken ribs, throwing him five feet into the air and crashing into the wall, Honoka's
kiai
ringing in the room like a gunshot. As she turned to the other two men - one wiggling glowing fingers in front of him as the other tried to open the door - the holstaur woman nearly lost her balance when two breasts detonated onto her chest.
The sound of stretching skin and the obviously erotic sight of a woman's breasts growing distracted the spellcaster. His fingers fumbled and a bolt of green light shot over Honoka's head, showering the room in sparks. Honoka wanted nothing more than to bask in the feeling of ballooning breasts, her legs shaking a little as she uncontrollably rubbed her thighs together for a moment, but regained herself as she reached over and picked up the man with one hand by his shirt and slammed him bodily into the one who just opened the door. Honoka was amazed most of all at how light the man felt, it was like she held a paperback book in her hand instead of a two hundred pound adult.
"I can get used to this," Honoka said with satisfaction, picking up the other man sprawled on the floor, lifting each lackey for a couple of reps like tiny aerobic barbells, her arm pythons moving with power as her breasts continued to fill and swell outward. Tossing them both into the corner of the room and shutting the door, Honoka took a moment to enjoy the warmth and stretching of smooth, pink skin under her fingers, the literal beach balls in her hands filling and pulling down with their massive weight. Honoka almost gushed when she realized no matter how large these tits got, this body exhibited the strength to hold them up with ease.
"Honoka, look out!"
The holstaur woman spun around, abruptly coming out of her arousal, but it was too late. Benedict, wheezing and holding his chest with one hand, thrust the other outward and spat out a phrase with a snarl, a ball of red fire three feet diameter shooting towards her. Honoka fell to the ground; however, her mass was against her as her back received grazing of the ball before it hit the wall near the lackeys and exploded, tossing mannequins and men aside with force and engulfing them in hot flames before dissipating in a magical, not-real-fire fashion, leaving only a lingering heat and two charred skeletons. That entire half of the room was now a destroyed vertical crater, the concrete wall exposing glowing, hissing rebar.
Adrenalin pushing the pain aside, Honoka scrambled to her feet. Three giant steps across the floor, she raised one ungulated foot high into the air and then brought it down with the sound of the largest egg cracking, Benedict's head a mess of red blood and gray brains underneath her hoof.
Breathing roughly, looking down at what she just executed, the young woman who was so shy she hardly spoke to anyone, tried to find if she felt horror or guilt. Vividly, she remembered a time when she was on the ground, girls from the school basketball team picking on the
mongrel shorty
as they took turns kicking her in the head. The memory fading, Honoka found only disgust remained. The reality of seeing someone's head cracked open was not as sanitized as fictional media led her to believe, nor was the smell of excrement mingling with the blood and the ashes of cooked people helping her stomach as she felt bile rising, but she did not feel guilty. Looking up at Diane, the succubus' face draining of color and her mouth open in shock, the currently holstaur girl saw all the horror and guilt she did not feel.
