The aroma of coffee filled the office cafeteria. Steve was filling his mug with strong coffee, trying to clear his mind. Even though he’d barely made it back to normal that morning, he couldn’t stop thinking about the transformation and the sensations his body had felt after drinking the elixir.
“Come on, you’re in control,” he told himself. “Tomorrow’s Saturday; I’ll be able to experiment more calmly.”
“Hey, Steve!” Peter called from the doorway. “Everything all right, buddy?”
“Huh? Oh… yeah, everything’s fine,” Steve said. A slight blush crept up his cheeks, caught off guard by Peter. “I just needed my coffee to kick in.”
“Really? You look a little tired.”
“Yeah, well… I stayed up watching a show last night,” Steve lied. “Besides, I’ve been swamped with the new supplier.”
“Tell me about it. I could use a break myself,” Peter replied, fixing his own cup. “Hey, what do you think about going fishing this weekend? We haven’t been in months.”
“Fishing? Yeah, that sounds great!” Steve said. “Let’s meet at the beach tomorrow, near the pier.”
“Perfect. I’ll be there.” Peter grabbed his coffee and headed back to his office.
Steve watched him go, taking a long sip from his mug. I think Stephanie is really going to enjoy fishing.
The sun was shining brightly as Peter parked near the beach. He grabbed his fishing rod and his bag of hooks and headed toward the spot he’d agreed on with Steve.
He was almost at the pier, scanning the area for Steve, but he couldn’t spot him anywhere. Despite the early hour, the beach was already crowded—mostly people playing sports and amateur fishermen. A red-haired humantaur caught his eye. She was standing with her back to him, gazing out at the sea, wearing tight hot pants, platform wedge heels, and some kind of saddlebags draped over her second torso. A fishing rod and a bag of hooks peeked out from one of them. A twinge of unease made him stop and stare.
Suddenly, the girl turned around and gave him a huge smile.
“Wow, you sure took your sweet time,” Steph said in a bright, feminine voice.
Steve had transformed again, this time into something even more impressive: a humantaur with four long, shapely legs, four generous breasts barely contained by a double sports bra, and a long red ponytail that swayed rhythmically from her rear.
“So? What do you think?” Steph asked, modeling her four legs.
“Y-you’re… a redhead?” Peter stammered. Steph burst out laughing, a laugh so feminine it made Peter blush.
“Peter, I have four legs and the first thing you ask is about my hair?” She laughed. “But yes, when I transformed I was able to control it and decided to become a redhead.”
“So it’s true? You can control the transformation?”
“For the most part, though of course I’ve had to practice.”
“What do you mean, practice? Have you been using it during the week?” Peter asked.
Steph realized she’d slipped. “Well, yeah, but just a few drops. Nothing serious, nothing that lasted long. You’ve seen me show up at work like normal every day.”
“That’s true,” Peter said, still not entirely convinced.
“Trust me. Let’s just go fishing and stop wasting time. Load your stuff into my bags. I’ll be your pack mule.” Steph winked at Peter, who looked thoroughly uncomfortable.
They reached the pier, where Steph inevitably drew the stares of several other fishermen. Peter shot them an annoyed glare, making them look away. Steph couldn’t help but laugh.
“Wow, my boyfriend’s jealous,” she said flirtatiously.
“W-what? I’m not jealous!” Peter protested, forgetting to deny being called her boyfriend.
Time flew by with jokes, conversation, and the occasional catch.
“I’m winning,” Steph teased.
“You’ve just had better luck,” Peter grumbled. “I’m a little distracted.”
“Staring at my four tits or my four legs?” Steph asked bluntly, making Peter nearly choke.
Around three in the afternoon, they decided to take a break.
“Well, I think it’s time to go. We need to get these fish in the fridge,” Peter said.
“Oh, don’t worry. The hotel has refrigerators; they’re used to fishermen staying there,” Steph replied matter-of-factly.
“Hotel? What hotel?” Peter asked, puzzled.
“I thought it’d be nice to spend the night here at the beach. Come on, I’ve already booked a room.”
Peter thought for a moment, then accepted, though he suspected she was up to something.
After a short walk, they arrived at the inn. The room was simple but cozy, with one notable detail: it only had one double bed.
“You should have asked for a room with two beds. It won’t be long before you turn back into Steve,” Peter said.
“Oh… about that. I won’t change back until tomorrow.”
“Really? You can control that too?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Steph said, trying to hide her excitement. She knew Peter would freak if he found out the transformation times had gotten longer. “I want to show you something.”
Steph began undressing in front of him. When she removed her two pairs of shorts, Peter saw that she had a vagina at her front groin and a penis positioned above a second vagina at the rear.
Peter was speechless. “This… is way more than I expected.”
Steph just laughed and kept undressing. “Want to shower with me?”
“I think I’d better wait,” Peter said, visibly uncomfortable.
“Well, your loss,” Steph said, stepping into the shower.
After Steph got out, Peter took his turn. He let the cold water clear his head. He needed to remember that the sexy redheaded humantaur outside was actually his friend Steve, that this was a temporary form, and that he had to control himself.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he heard Steph’s moans of pleasure. He saw her writhing on the bed, using her back legs to pull her penis into her front vagina. When Peter entered the room, Steph released her back legs, and they thumped heavily onto the mattress.
“Hey, were you… fucking yourself?” Peter asked, stunned.
“I was just passing the time while you were in the shower,” Steph said apologetically. “Although I’d rather be doing it with you.”
“Hey, Steve—”
“Steph!” she corrected him angrily. She grabbed Peter and pulled him onto the bed, giving him a deep, passionate kiss. Peter tried to sit up, but the press of Steph’s four breasts against his chest weakened his resistance. She pulled him down and continued undressing him.
“You can use any of my pussies,” Steph whispered flirtatiously.
Peter grabbed Steph by her back legs and started fucking her while stroking her penis. Her eyes rolled back, her back arching. With one hand she squeezed a breast, and with the other she frantically rubbed her front vagina. A powerful orgasm crashed through her. Soon after, Peter reached his climax too, filling her vagina with his seed.
“Oh shit, that was amazing,” Steph gasped.
“I think we should have used a condom,” Peter said.
“If you’re worried about pregnancy, don’t be. My uteruses will disappear tomorrow,” Steph said flirtatiously. “Now it’s time for you to take care of my front vagina.”
Peter grinned and moved to the front of her body.
The next day, Peter and Steph left the hotel hand in hand, heading toward Peter’s car.
“That was a night to remember,” Steph said, smiling wide with satisfaction.
“I have to admit, it was,” Peter said. “But how long have you been planning this?”
“Planned? What do you mean?”
“Your clothes are specially made for a humantaur. And you have four matching heels. It’s obvious you bought them in advance—they aren’t the ones I bought back when I first asked you to use the elixir.”
“Oh, well. I bought them thinking I’d try having four legs at some point.”
“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too involved in this?” Peter asked.
“It’s fun, I won’t deny it. But I can control it, and somehow it’s… liberating to be Steph. Don’t worry—I’ll be Steve again in a couple of hours.”
Peter didn’t ask any more questions, but he kept a tight hold on Steph’s hand.
A little while later, Steph was back home. She spent the rest of the morning cleaning, moving nimbly on all fours. Around midday, she had a little fun with herself, then took a shower. Just before she started cooking, her transformation reversed. Her body creaked as her extra limbs were reabsorbed, and she became Steve again.
When he finally looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness—a strange sense of loss.
“Well, it’s only natural to feel that way after having so much fun,” he told himself.
He went to the fridge and took out a large jar containing all the remaining doses of elixir. “I have to be careful. This transformation lasted over thirty-six hours… Still, maybe a few drops won’t hurt.”
A few minutes later, an androgynous Stevannie, naked and cheerful, headed to the kitchen to cook the catch from the day before.