Fairy Tales - No Holds Barred

"Major, perhaps we should take the next turn-off, and go through the forest. That way, we should be able to reach the house sooner." Cinderella suggested, eyes aimed ahead, towards the upcoming turn.

Nodding in approval, Major flicked the reins to speed them up a bit, one of the horses having sprouted mouse’s ears, another sign that time was against them. The resultant left turn towards the wood’s natural path allowed Cinderella one last look at the city before the treetops blocked out not only that, but the moonlight, the lightening sky as well, the small lamp on the left of the carriage their sole light source.

“It, was…nicce” Perhaps the darkness, combined with the great many hours she had been awake for, was the reason for the slowed, slightly sluured speech as Cinderella leaned into her transforming coachman. “A nice…nnight.”

Something Major was about to agree with when his longer, fur coated face began to turn beetroot. Looking at her, he could see her dress shrinking down her breasts, first one, then the other nipple peeking out, hardening against the cool breeze. Already, he could feel his penis becoming uncomfortably erect in his tightening trousers at the sight, something he hoped his beautiful mistress didn’t notice.

Though as he slowly shifted himself - to open his legs a bit - he did notice something else a quick look confirming that his shoes and socks had fallen off. That his feet were once more hard black hooves however, was what had startled Major. The magic was clearly fading away, not only that, it seemed to be speeding up when he risked a look behind to see that the golden carriage was now green and orange, the bald scaled head of the reptilian footman peeking over the top.

As much as he wanted to warn his mistress about this, one look confirmed to him that she had since fallen asleep in his arms, dress still shrinking down her slim frame. So rather than awaken her, Major decided he could let her get her much-needed sleep while they could still use the carriage to continue the journey home.

The next twenty minutes or so proved to be rather…uncomfortable…to say the least as far as Major was concerned, his growing frame digging painfully into his clothes. Furthermore, since before they had even first arrived at the Palace he had been holding something in, his own need to relieve himself, and now his bladder, and his bowels had become rather painfully full. And as much as he wanted to just let it all out, he knew he couldn’t do that while they were moving, especially while his mistress was sitting on his lap.

Finally some relief came, a tear coming from his back, and the feeling of his breathing becoming easier. His shirt had been ripped open by his widening form, the scraps of material sliding down, revealing his thick, chiselled, dappled grey fur-coated chest.

Shortly after this, his legs were freed when his trousers were torn down the seam, flopping away to show off his trunk-like legs, his re-grown tail that could now swish freely beneath his tailcoat, and his swollen horse cock that brushed against Cinderella’s legs each time the carriage bounced. That she was still asleep at this time was the only reason the now completely horse-faced Major could discern for her not noticing his meaty shaft slapping her, even if he had more serious concerns right now.

With the carriage more pumpkin than carriage, it had become dangerously unstable, each dip and bump making the organic contraption swing around, forcing him to fight to keep any measure of control, only the fact that one of the horses pulling it had since reverted to a mouse again, scurrying away (correction, two now) meant it was now slow enough to hold it together.

Another risked look behind confirmed to Major that Mr Lizard was in little better shape. Now a man-sized Lizardman, thick tail swinging behind him to help balance him atop the gyrating pumpkin, his own green-and-gold-patterned tailcoat the only thing he was wearing now, his scaled cock and balls hard and pointed up.

His mistress herself had since lost her own beautiful dress, glass slippers now just humble slip-on work shoes. Still blissfully unaware of the growing danger as she continued to sleep.

It had become very difficult for Major to hold it all in on the other hand, as his grey-blue tailcoat tore apart, his back and thick arms exposed to the elements now. The constant bouncing and swinging of the carriage, his massive shaft slapping against his and his mistress’s legs (sending pulsating tingling pleasure through it) combined with his ever growing need to release his bodily waste all came together to attempt to cripple his inhibitions, sheer force of will all that held it in.

Now clad solely in his tight white drivers gloves and three-point hat, Major sank down as the seat began to collapse thanks to both his greater weight and its own reversion. It was just as he tried to steady himself, to shift his mistress who now was pressed into him that…