Juicyburger Part 2
 
 
 
 
"Even knowing it could be permanent this time, you're still raring to go eh?" Jennifer, the practicing occultist asked.
 
 
Joslin took a deep breath, nodding her head at the witch across the table from her. As Joshua, she'd already indulged in the sex changing potion several times over the last few months, and even convinced her two friends, Nathan and Tyrone to do the same a few times. Though the whole thing had started as a bit of a poetically just prank on Jennifer's part, Joslin most of all had become addicted to it. Every week that passed, the former bro had wanted to move further and further away from her Y chromosomed past. "I just… want to be with Xera a bit longer." she answered.
 
 
Xera, Joslin's new amore, was a strong, successful, lesbian drake woman. The two had been friendly enough acquaintances before, but now that Joslin sported a prizewinning set of badonkadonks, Xera could barely keep her eyes, and hands, off of her.
 
 
"Alright then." Jennifer smiled. "Payment to be collected at a… later date, one genderbender potion coming right up~" Something about her smirk had a certain mischievousness to it. Some would say it was a witch thing.
 
 
For the moment, Joslin didn't care however. All she had on her mind was another week with Xera. The wait, as Jennifer headed back into the kitchen of her restaurant and began her work, was agonizing. Months ago, Joshua wouldn't have even dreamed of taking such a dive. Now, as Joslin, it was practically an addiction. Anxiously, she paced back and forth for what seemed like an age, until the sound of bubbling in the back finally began to die down.
 
 
"It's blueberry flavored this time." explained the witch as she re-emerged, holding a counterintuitively red glass bottle. "Strong batch too. Definitely no turning back if…"
 
 
She hadn't even had time to finish her warning spiel before Joslin already sent the entire drink down the hatch. The relief was palpable on her face in an instant.
 
 
"H-how much do I… o-owe you?"
 
 
"Oh, nothing right now sweety." Jennifer answered, stealing a glance at Joslin's freshly reinforced triple Gs. "To be collected later…"
 
 
That might have sent up a red flag to most, but for the moment, Joslin was eager to return to her new life with her lizard lover. Within seconds, after giving the witch a series of quick thanks, she was out the door. A brief walk back to Xera's apartment was all that was left to another bout of ecstacy…
 
 
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"Well, my cute little cow is back already I see. How was your walk?" Xera's voice was enamored at the sight of Joslin entering, and yet was heavy with a certain authority that drove the human wild.
 
 
"Oh! It was good to stretch a little, you know?" Joslin explained as though she hadn't rushed to the old restaurant once again get her fix. If Jennifer was right however, this will have, finally, been the last time.
 
 
"I can help you stretch too, you know."
 
 
Joslin giggled. "How do you always have so much energy?"
 
 
"Healthy diet helps…" Xera said with a smile. "Speaking of, you're still good for that dinner with my friend tomorrow night right?"
 
 
"Of course!"
 
 
"Good, I just know she can't wait to see you again."
 
 
"Again?"
 
 
"Oh you'll see… Now… why don't we get you set up for another milking Bessie?" Xera gave a hearty slap on Joslin's rear, directing her towards the bedroom.
 
 
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"Are we all set?" Xera asked, drinking in the sight of Joslin in her new, form fitting dress. They had spent the entire day, following a night of carnality, preparing for what Xera insisted would be the most intense night of Joslin's life.
 
 
"Only if you'll be ready to wear me on your shoulder~" With that, Joslin sauntered forward to place both hands on said reading spot beside the drake's head. She'd taken Xera's promise to be a clue that the two would be taking the next step together. How her life had flipped in recent months. Now she daydreamed of being proposed to, as in some cheesy romcom all the way down the building and into the nearby suburbs.
 
 
Tall skyskrapers gave way to single floor homes, pleasantly shaded under well established oaks. The neighborhood was aged, but well cared for, like something out of a picturesque 60s musical. It certainly made for a romantic walk, right up to their destination. A quaint little blue abode under a black roof, where a familiar face stood waiting at the door for them.
 
 
"Well hello there Joslin~" came the raven haired girl's soft, mildly monotone voice. "You look good in that outfit."
 
 
"Jennifer?!" Joslin noticed the witch she'd been doing business with immediately. She awkwardly fiddled with the hem of her dress. Did Xera know? Had Jenny told her?" Her mind began to swim.
 
 
"In the flesh. Small world huh?" came Jennifer's pleasantry. "Come on in you guys. How's work Xera?"
 
 
Joslin couldn't focus on the ensuing conversation. All she could think about was if her secret might come out. She simply followed through the motions, taking a seat near the kitchen table when directed, smiling when her girlfriend smiled and… what?
 
 
"I said unzip sweety. We need to see what we're working with."
 
 
"What you're… huh?" All the same, Joslin reached back to pull the back of her dress apart. She'd become wrapped up in following Xera's lead that she just wasn't in the space to operate on her own. With a silent swoosh, her dress's shoulders flopped to her side, allowing Jennifer to slide the taught fabric over her breasts down next.
 
 
"I-I don't understand. What's going on? We're not all going to… are we?"
 
 
Jennifer's smile was equal parts motherly and smug. "Kind of…" she offered. "Xera and I are going to engage in a bit of witch tradition with you."
 
 
"O-oh… So like…" Joslin began, though she was interrupted by Xera.
 
 
"That's right babe. We're gonna eatcha~"
 
 
Joslin's spinning thoughts suddenly froze and collapsed onto the floor. "G-gonna what?!"
 
 
"Eat you, hun." clarified Jennifer. "There's magic to be strengthened by eating people you know."
 
 
Joslin simply glanced, bewildered, at the drake.
 
 
"Oh, I'm not a witch, but Jenny tells me there's a bit of latent lizardman magic that I've got going on. And I might be able to turn your soul into a familiar with this ritual too. So… We'll be able to be together forever, you know? " She looked in Jenny's direction, getting a nod from the witch. "Now, why don't you be a good cow and finish stripping down?"
 
 
"But…" Joslin was dumbfounded. "Don't you like… need consent for that?"
 
 
Jennifer smiled. "Honey, it's a protected witch cultural tradition." She then stood up and made her way to whisper in Joslin's ear. "Plus I made sure to pump that last potion full of aphrodisiacs, so I know you'd be lying if you said you weren't sensually curious about all this…"
 
 
Joslin squirmed in place. It was true that she'd felt particularly… randy, since last night. She'd thought it was just something special with Xera however, and now she was being told it was all driven by the potion? Or maybe just made more intense by the potion…
 
 
She felt betrayed. She felt confused. She felt… incredibly horny… The dress fell down her sides next, while Xera did the honor of unstrapping her bra.
 
 
"Good beef~" the lizard praised as the top underwear pulled off, letting Joslin's boobs pop free. Immediately her green hands set about squeezing both fruit from either end, getting a moan from the night's victual even through all the conflicting emotions.
 
 
Once Joslin's dress was on the floor, and her panties and shoes had been kicked to the side, Jennifer tauntingly patted the table, directing the human to lay on top of it. Despite herself, she simply couldn't help but clamber up, with some struggle, as she had some issue getting past her breasts initially.
 
 
After a fair amount of titty-squishing and ass wiggling, the former bro rested on her back atop the table, mammaries gently lifting and falling with her breath. No matter how mad she'd wanted to be, she couldn't deny that taboo tingling between her legs was running her body more than anything else.
 
 
"Now Xera… shall we proceed to oil your cute little heifer up?" Jennifer asked in a playful, deliberately overprofessional tone.
 
 
"That sounds like an excellent idea Jennifer my dear~" responded the drake, watching the witch head over to the fridge and materialize a large bowl from it before sauntering back.
 
 
Joslin watched both women dip their hands into the oily fluid that was inside, never taking their eyes off of her as they did. A faint, earthy, herbal scent reached her already. She wasn't terribly eager to feel the cold substance against her skin. Though she knew she wouldn't have the willpower to resist. The moment all four paws landed on her ladies however, the contrasting sensations of uncomfortable cold and affirming touch melded together for an entirely new experience.
 
 
It wasn't lost on the girl that… if she hadn't become so needy for the potions… If she had just remained a man, taken the hit to pride, and just moved on in life, she would probably be home right now, manhood still intact. She'd be safe… and maybe munching on a nuked pocket sandwich while playing a game with Nathan. Not to mention the sheer poeticness of the fact that the last imbibement had been permanent. Granted, in her current situation it likely would have been "permanent" either way but… That afternoon in particular however, she had set her fate in stone. It was almost as if Jennifer had planned this from the beginning, to the very minute, and now Joslin was just… letting it happen… Damn it, she was enjoying it too, thanks to the aphrodisiacs. At the very least she didn't seem to have told Xera…
 
 
She gave another moan. Both the witch and the drake pressed her tits closely together, giggling while they watched the oil and herbs dribble out from the pressure.
 
 
"Think that's enough?" Xera asked, trailing a finger around one of Joslin's nipples.
 
 
The human crossed her legs together in sensual delight.
 
 
"Wow… She really is completely drunk on pleasure isn't she?"
 
 
"You don't know the half of it." Jennifer answered. "Girls like her just can't help themselves. Keep digging themselves deeper and deeper into the hole." She smiled. "And yeah. She's just about ready. Let's focus on binding and prepping her for the oven~"
 
 
Before Joslin could even voice a concern, Jennifer reached forward to pull her legs up, tying them at the ankles as if she had done this a dozen times before, which, in all honesty, she probably had.
 
 
"Alright hun." Jennifer bent under the table, still gripping her prey with one hand just under the calves. "Wanna strap her wrists to her feet there? While you're doing that I'll just…" Once she was sure Xera had followed her direction, she felt around for a basket full of fresh fruit, returning once she'd found a ripe, plump apple to her liking.
 
 
"H-hold on a second…Don't I get like some last w-mmph?" Joslin's eyes crossed to stare at her traditional gag. She supposed that answered her question.
 
 
"Cows don't talk babe." explained Xera, giving that domineering, smug smile that drove Joslin wild.
 
 
Joslin squirmed slightly in place, then gave a light yelp when Jennifer tightly pinched her nipple to pull the whole melon up to rest against her now trussed arm.
 
 
"Wanna grab your side?" asked the witch.
 
 
Xera didn't need to be asked a second time. Joslin had come to know that just because her fingers were feminine, didn't mean they were dainty. The pinch was playfully cruel, and the tug was assuredly confident. Joslin's resultant squeak which then dissolved into a loud moan was music to her ears.
 
 
"Mhhh… That's my good cow. Keep mooing for me~"
 
 
There was the briefest of pauses as Joslin processed the exact position she was in once more. She'd gone from college boy, to confused and involuntarily trans, to a proud, sex addled lesbian, and now… food. All in the span of a few months. The rush of experiencing life from the outer side had controlled her, and now she was food. It didn't make sense in the slightest but… she would still prefer this… over living her life as Joshua.
 
 
Xera reached over her lover to pull those melons out once again, admiring their heft. "Mhhhh… Can I have these?"
 
 
"We can put the runes on them sweetheart." They're gonna be super rich but chewy if we do it right.
 
 
"Sounds perfect~" Not for one moment during Jennifer's explanation did the lizard's eyes leave the sight of her beloved udders.
 
 
Jenny didn't need another word. With a flick of her wrist, a second bowl full of some kind of blue fluid began to hover towards the group. "Remember, the rune you create now will be bound to you for the rest of your life."
 
 
Xera took a deep breath at that, taking plenty of time to think. It was only once she took a thin paintbrush, writing some kind of.. foreign symbol around Joslin's areola. The sensation left her sensitive nipples buzzing as though some kind of static was floating just over her breasts. She couldn't see particularly well, but the image was something like a curved 'X' inside of a 'C'.
 
 
Even as the ink washed off into the oil, Joslin could still… feel it. As though it were still there exactly as it had been painted on, and once Xera had drawn an identical symbol onto her arm, the sensation only increased tenfold. Joslin felt almost as though her chest was being drawn towards the drake. Like they belonged with… No… TO her.
 
 
"Mnh mhhh?" Of course the girl couldn't ask what was happening, but she couldn't just remain silent.
 
 
"Mine forever, moomoo~" was Xera's only answer as, with Jennifer's help, the large, silver platter Xera had been laid in was lifted up, and carried closer… and closer to a source of heat that Joslin hadn't noticed before.
 
 
"Mngh mhhh!"
 
 
"Hush." Jennifer's voice was playful, but firm. Moments later the doomed potion addict was shoved unceremoniously under the harsh, coiled lights of an oven.
 
 
As one might expect, the busty changeling quickly proceeded to squirrel about in her bindings. The witch and drake had been sure to place her butt first, so as to leave her proudest assets in clear view. As such Joslin had an equally easy, if upside-down, vision of both girls watching her from the other side. The predatory gazes stirred her recently discovered submissive side like never before. She knew she should have been afraid, and she was but… it was all also so… intense. So bizarre! So WILD!
 
 
The way they watched her. Just drinking in the sight of her roasting away… It was more attention than she'd come to expect even from her closest friends. Tyrone and Nathan… love them though she did… love their touch though she did… this was something else entirely. She was the center of sensual attention like never before. They didn't just want her. They craved her, and what was that they'd said about making her a familiar? Don't panic Joslin. Everything's perfectly safe… right?
 
 
Her success at holding to that initiative met with varying results. Mountains of bliss followed by valleys of panic and back again. From her silvery pan, she watched her own breasts bounce like the delicious funbags they were every time she was pulled out to be basted. Every… glorious time they touched her… She loved… being a woman… Even through the fear… she knew now she wouldn't have had it any other way…
 
 
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Hours passed… Was it hours? All she knew was that she could no longer feel the heat. She couldn't move or make a sound or… anything. In fact she felt bizarrely… weightless.
 
 
Suddenly the red light of the oven was interrupted by a much brighter outside one. Was it time for another basting? She loved this part the most.
 
 
"Check her and make sure she's done all the way through." came Jennifer's voice. Stern but loving. Maternal, in a way. "Not really a health benefit, but they're infinitely tastier when at least medium well, in my opinion. Should be at a-hundred-forty-five."
 
 
Joslin wanted to give a light squeak as she felt a thermometer press sharply into her breast but, in truth… she didn't feel it at all. Not that she could have vocalized anything at all in the first place. Everything was so… strangely peaceful.
 
 
"Looks good! Ohhh… You look so tasty babe~ I wish you could see yourself." Xera's voice was as sensual as Joslin had ever heard it, as she placed both hands on her own bosom.
 
 
"Oh she can see herself." Jennifer stated matter-of-factly. "Her spirit is already bound here. You just need to consume the runes to transfer ownership of her to yourself."
 
 
My… spirit? Joslin's emotions spiked for a moment. Deciding to test something, she imagined herself floating upward, looking down on her roasted flesh while the other two admired her. Much to her surprise, she managed just that. There, on the platter that the witch and lizard were carefully carrying towards the dining room, was her busty, newly female body. Her eyes widened, or… her ghost's eyes did at any rate. And damnit if she didn't somehow look like the most delectable roast she had ever seen. She was almost jealous, in a way, that she wouldn't be able to try at least a little cut of those sizzling titties…
 
 
Effortlessly she floated over to the table with them, feeling just a bit guilty that she was lusting over her own, cooked body like this. When she was male, she would have been all over that bitch. What really did her wild however, once the platter had been set down, was the stares and treatment that delectable cow was getting. It was the way they stared longingly at her. The way Xera playfully ran the carving fork over her bountiful boobflesh, careful not to scrape it.
 
 
"Now, no need to rush. Which part do you want to start with?" Jennifer asked, taking the fork and the initiative to begin carving.
 
 
Xera seemed far too lost in animality to answer. Instead she only pointed to a few choice cuts, nodding her head eagerly as Jenny sliced them off slowly. She was practically drooling as steak after steak plopped onto her plate.
 
 
For her part, Joslin was beside herself, both literally and figuratively. Not only was this really happening, but she was watching every minute of it. Every moan her girlfriend made as she bit down was, in a perverse way, gratifying. Xera really was enjoying her. Almost more than anything she ever had before. What really drove her over the edge however, was when Xera finally dug into the pièce de résistance. Both boobs landed on her plate with a hypnotic jiggle, even fully cooked through. The moment Xera's sharp teeth bit down, a squirt of almost milky juice could be seen, and the lizard seemed to lose herself. Chowing down as though she were a starving animal, not even bothering to use a fork, Xera caused bit after bit to disappear into her belly.
 
 
So given to the delicious, fatty mounds was she that Xera almost didn't even notice the disembodied, blue visage of her lover that slowly faded into the Corner of her view. She almost didn't notice. With an almost birdlike motion, she shifted her eyes to meet those of Joslin's ghost. A broad, mischievous grin crossed her face as she swallowed the last bite…
 
 
"There's my tasty little cow~" she remarked…