The Beast of the Black Keep: A body transformation

A Terrific Transformation

(CONTENT WARNING: MATURE)

Edmund awoke from a drowsy sleep and slowly recognized his chambers. His whole body felt warm and his mind was cloudy. His breathing felt heavy and his heartbeat fast. He stretched in his bed and found that his body felt different. Heavier, stronger. He slipped to his feet and a dizziness hit him. He staggered to the large mirror that stands in the corner of his chamber. His mind still foggy, he seemed to move almost in a trance. Finally, standing before the mirror he snapped out of the haze. What had they done to him?

A tightness gripped his chest as he stared at the transformed figure that stood before him. His once slight frame had been totally altered. He had grown to well over six feet. His body was now broad, tall and covered in rippling muscles, which had been completely absent before. His transformed body was also very hairy; his chest, arms, legs, and face were covered in dark curly hair. He brushed his cheek, the new hair was rough. His eyes worked their way down his new muscular body to the elephant in the room. Between his new powerful thighs lay a gigantic new appendage. His new member was nearly a foot in length and significant in girth, it was also rock hard. He felt heat flush his body once again as he gazed at his new equipment. His balls had been transformed too, they were now each the size of an apple and they hung low, half the distance to his knees. As he stared at the new figure in the mirror a rush of hormones flooded his brain and he lost control. Where was Celia?

He rushed to his chamber doors and cast them open. As they swung open, his new member swung with them, greeting the attendant that stood waiting in the chamber. The eyes of the shocked servant fell immediately on the Prince's new member and he jumped from where he stood. "I shall fetch your wife immediately, sir!" he chirped and ran off.

For a moment, the Edmund's embarrassment pierced through the fog that had flooded his mind only moments before and he had the clearness of mind to close the doors and wait in his chamber. His patience, however, rapidly ran thin. His new body demanded attention and could no longer wait. He got back up to his feet and was preparing to open the doors once more, when they were opened from the outside. Two guards swung the doors open and revealed a transformed Celia. The guards quickly walked her through the door, and left her with him. Distantly, Edmund heard the door lock from the outside, but he paid no mind to it.

His wife, who had already been by all accounts a seductive woman, stood before him now transformed as well. He could smell her, a very heavy scent of sweat and pheromones that drove him mad. She had not grown in size like him, but her features had. As his eyes devoured her, he noted in the back of his mind that hers did the same. Her already huge breasts had grown to an absurd size, like oblong watermelons hanging from her chest. Her areolas had spread and were like small dinner plates of pink. Her nipples were much larger than before and even more red than her areolas. Her lips had grown as well, they were soft and red. He moved closer to kiss her, she did the same. Meeting her lips, a second wave of powerful hormones flooded Edmund's brain and he lost conscious thought.

Edmund and Celia's bodies seemed to be on autopilot as they kissed uncontrollably while their hands examined their new forms. He reached for her tremendous breasts, squeezing each nipple, yielding a sweet moan from his wife. She grasped at his new biceps and shoulder muscles and he moaned too. He worked his way down to her hips, large before, but now like nothing he had ever seen, she worked down his chest, feelings his defined pecks and six pack. Finally his fingers found their way between her legs. She was dripping already. He found that her lips were soft and enflamed. Her hands found his throbbing new member and he moaned as her palm embraced the tip.

They found themselves on the bed in a flash. The two beings hardly conscious, attracted to one another uncontrollably like magnets; pursuing an uncontrollable and deep pleasure. He turned over his wife, and entered her. They both moaned.

Where Edmund had previously lasted minutes at best, he lasted now for several hours. The couple slipped in and out of conscious thought as the made love uncontrollably. They had completely lost track of time and in that moment they did not care. They tried dozens of positions, many new, as Edmund's powerful new body could now lift his wife with ease. He sucked her breasts making her scream and she sucked him, to the same result. Their love making seemed to go on forever until they both passed out, into a deep slumber. 

When Edmund awoke again the next morning, Celia was no longer next to him. Quickly, he remembered the night before and his member grew hard once again. Where was she? He was ready for another round.

He got to his feet, and found that he still felt dizzy from the day before. Suddenly memories flashed before him. He remembered the creepy doctor in the castle's depths. He remembered the injection in his shoulder. The doctor's chuckle upon seeing the prince's small penis. 

Edmund glanced in the mirror again, at his new body, examining the giant penis that had replaced his old one. That must be what the Doctor meant! He had done this to him? Was this a blessing, then? The trail of thought, however, was cut off once more by a rush of hormones. 

Celia! Where was she! The naked prince stumbled out of his chambers, swinging the heavy doors open with ease. Guards caught sight of his naked body, and recoiled. 

"My Prince, do you need anything?" One of them immediately asked, nervously. 

"Where is my wife. Bring her to me." 

"My Prince, I am sorry, but the doctors are examining her at present. She will return shortly."

Edmund paused. Could he wait for her to return? His body was flushed with another round of hormones and his member ached. No, he could not wait. 

The prince charged down the hall, seeking his lover. Some of the guards rapidly jumped from their spot, to stop him. But as they approached Edmund was able to easily push them aside. He raced down the hallway, not really certain where he was going. In fact, he seemed to be running instinctively, as he took turns into long halls and took stairs down into the Keep. 

As he continued his rampage, guards in tow, he realized he could smell her. He could smell her body, her powerful pheromones. He redoubled his efforts, her smell driving him crazy. 

Finally, after a lengthy chase through the corridors, that took Edmund back into the dark depths of the Keep, he stopped in front of a door near the one he had been brought to the day before. She's in there.

He reached for the handle, and when he found it locked, he slammed the door with his shoulder. His powerful new body shook the door in its hinges. He slammed it again and this time, the thick wooden door came right off, crashing into the room. 

Edmund entered the room at once and in an increasingly rare moment of clarity, he examined the room surrounding him. It was almost identical to the one he had been brought to the day before. A mess of medical equipment and tools littered tables and in the center there was a large stone table. Celia! 

On the stone table, undressed and strapped by the her arms and legs, lay the Lady Celia of Hearthstone. What were they doing to her?

Edmund then became aware of a figure cowering in the corner of the room. He ran towards the person, only to see it was the doctor who had injected him with the mysterious substance the day before. 

"You!" Edmund bellowed, he reached down and lifted the cowering man by the collar.

"Ah my prince!" the devious grin from the day before was all but faded, replaced with genuine terror, "I see you have come to pay us a visit!"

"What are you doing to her!" Edmund pointed to his wife, passed out on the table, nude.

"It is nothing, my Prince! We simply test your wife to see if she is with child!"

"What have you done to us!" Edmund continued.

"Ah, yes. Your transformation" the doctor looked up and down Edmund's new body, "I believe you may owe me thanks, young prince!" The grin finally returned to the man, who seemed to have regained his composure. "I have..." he looked down again, towards Edmunds hanging member, "fixed your little problem."

"I didn't ask for this." Edmund replied. 

"Oh but you did not have to, my prince. Please, you can put me down now."