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Hijinks with Hilareola. After meeting a busty clown, two women start to feel funny.

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Heather and Roxy decided that for the weekend, they were going to leave the city and drive out to the nearby county fair. They hoped for fun rides, good food (that was bad for them), and entertainment. Though, in truth, they were prepared to just be unimpressed and just get joy out of laughing at all the Podunk locals too stupid or poor to live in the city.

Heather was the taller of the two women, just under six feet tall, in no small part in thanks to her legs. They were long and sinewy, and led up to her firm and high butt, all wrapped in form fitting yoga pants. The shapes of her flat tummy and her handfuls of breasts were only slightly more hidden beneath her black tank top. Auburn hair pulled up into a pony tail, and thin lips pulled into a smirk. She had the looks and confidence of a prom queen in high school, but it was Roxy who exuded the dominance between the two.

Roxy rose to only 5'7'', but what she lacked in height she made for in curves. Breasts and bum couldn't be hidden unless under a large winter coat. Too hot for that option, she opted for a military-style jacket, all dark green with a few patches about lesbian pride, and baggy cargo pants. The subtle supply of baby fat around her belly was completely hidden thanks to a baggy and old t-shirt. Freckles dusted across her darker-than-Heather's complexion, and piercings ran along the ridge of her right ear, and studded into her left nostril.

The women walked through the fair grounds, Heather enjoying the looks she got, and Roxy huffing at her lack of catcalls received. "You'd get more hits if you dressed like a woman, Roxy," Heather said upon seeing her plump, pierced, lip push out in a pout. "You know? Show off the goods!"

Roxy scoffed, running a ringed hand through her short mess of blonde and green hair. "Why bother? I already landed the best catch." She complimented Heather, punctuating the statement by giving her ass a firm and very audible slap, and letting her hand linger there to squeeze the firm globe. After giving a yelp and sharing a laugh, the women stopped in front of a poster that read, "Come See Hilareola the Clown!"

The poster showed off the advertised entertainer. Tall stilettos, blue and sparkly. Striped stockings that encased her legs from her toes up to her thick thighs; the flesh past the stockings' end bulged slightly from the pressure. From her crotch, to her pinched in stomach, to her full and unyielding breasts, she was wrapped in something that looked more similar to a corset than a leotard. A frilly and unnecessary skirt wrapped around her wide hips. It hid nothing a skirt usually would. Puffy sleeves, contrary to the rest of her form fitting outfit, ended at a pair of red gloves. A tiny top hat sat crooked on a mess of wild blue hair. Any skin showing was clean ivory, making the obnoxious makeup on her face, particularly her blue eye shadow and red, thick lips, stand out all the more.

Both agreeing they had to see how this porn star clown performed, Heather and Roxy entered the large tent and found their seats. Much to their dismay, Hilareola gave a rather tame show, though made more lewd by her tit flesh rising up out of her low top, and the leotard riding up against her plump ass. She performed alone, and despite the dull nature of her act, the audience loved it. Heather and Roxy rolled their eyes, amused the yokels were so easily amused. Not to say they weren't moved by the performance. Watching the curvy woman bounce all around the ring made the women flushed, and handsy with each other.

Half way through the act, they both slipped back out of the tent, and walked with a brisk pace toward the car.

Heather stopped Roxy, and motioned to the tent nearby, saying she couldn't wait to get home to have her.

Roxy didn't like doing things like this in public, she was mostly private, only being bold when it made Heather happy. Unable to deny her own strong arousal, however, she agreed and the women slipped into the tent after checking that it was empty. Wasting no time, Roxy pushed Heather to the small bed in the room, and fell to her knees between Heather's legs.

Heather pushed Roxy back some. She crossed her ankles, lifted up her toned legs, and peeled her yoga pants and blue panties up past her bum, exposing her dripping sex.

Roxy buried her smiling mug right into Heather's crotch, feasting feverishly on the overflow of juices. Sometime later, both women ended up on the bed. Roxy had her leg rubbing up between Heather's thighs, with one long, bare, leg draped across her hip. Her fingers danced inside of Heather, while her lips and teeth enjoyed the flesh at Heather's shoulder. Heather mostly moaned, but did busy her hand with massaging Roxy's heavy tit.

Lost in their passion, they didn't notice Hilareola walk into the tent. She casually entered, brushing confetti off of her cleavage and sucking some pie cream off her ungloved fingers. Large eyes shot open and smile widened upon seeing the sex act that awaited her in her tent.

Eventually Heather's eyes opened and spotted Hilareola in the tent. She was just sitting there, watching them. Legs spread, torso leaning forward, exposing the deep valley of her tits, one hand holding a box of popcorn, and the other shoveling it into her mouth comically. Heather screamed, and Roxy yelled, both of them scrambling to cover themselves. Hilareola pouted, sad to see the show end so soon. She cheered for an encore, but when the girls started to redress, she knew it was a lost cause.

As soon as they were decent enough to walk outside, they started to head toward the tent flap. The clown woman stopped them, and offered them a gift before they left. Intrigued, and too frazzled to think of how to say no, they stood there, waiting for the prize. Popcorn was brushed off her white globes, leaving behind residue of salt and butter (that she would enjoy later), and then a hand plunged between her breasts.

The girls watched as Hilareola fumbled around with her cleavage. She pulled out horns and toys, and finally, a lipstick case.

Hilareola applied the lipstick hastily and messily, yet somehow it came out looking clean and shiny. She started to approach the women, but when they backed up slightly, her shoulders dropped and her lip pouted.

The women turned to leave, having no interest in making out with a clown. One step from the door, they heard a honk. Instinctively they turned to look back at Hilareola.

The clown was caught groping her own tit, gave a faux shocked expression, and then smiled. Before they could escape, she pressed the fingertips from both hands to her lips, giving them a wet, audible kiss, and then blew them at the girls. Unbeknownst to them, both of their cheeks had been marked with lipstick, in the shape of the clown's smiling lips.

After they left, Hilareola noticed the pair of damp panties on her bed. She sniffed them gently, looked around, and then snorted them hard up against her red ball nose. After letting out a sigh of enjoyment, she stuffed the underwear into the bottomless pit that was her cleavage.

By the time they arrived home, the marks on their cheeks had faded into their skin, and entered their system.

They had been caught in the act before, and they always had some intense fucking when they got home, but not this time. The clown put a damper on the whole experience. So they just went to bed, and hoped it'd all be over.

When they awoke, they slid out of bed and set to getting ready for the day. At breakfast, Roxy mentioned to Heather that she was looking a little pale, asking if she felt alright. Heather replied with, "I guess I am feeling a little funny," followed by a momentary chuckle. Roxy rolled her eyes and continued to shove more bacon and eggs into her mouth, though she couldn't seem to stop the rumble in her stomach. The food just wasn't as appetizing as it usually was, nor did it fill her up. A sprinkling of sugar on everything did help it all go down, at least.

Throughout the week, the girls felt stranger and stranger, but never in any discomfort or pain. In fact, in most instances, it felt good. Heather had continued to grow more and more pale. One day she attempted to apply some blush and concealer, but found herself hating how she looked, and washed it off. She just settled for the normal application of lipstick, eye shadow and liner. It was an odd change of pace for the typically vain yoga nut. She used to spend hours in the bathroom, making sure her makeup was perfect, and her skin looked flawless and unblemished. Now she was finding herself hastily applying makeup, giggling at how easy it was to get everything right where she wanted it to be. She would later buy a comically large face pad, so she could bap herself in the face with a cloud of white powder. Not that her skin needed any more white.

Her girlfriend, Roxy, continued to struggle with a stomach ache for another day. She had figured it was her change in diet, because all she could stomach were sugary snacks and fried dough. One day, she found she had lost all the baby fat around her midsection. In fact, it was starting to look a little flat, like Heather's body. It was like all that stomach pain was just her body moving things around and kicking things out, renovating her body. Where Roxy lost fat, Heather gained some. Her humble breasts and firm tush grew considerably. None of her bras fit anymore, and her panties were just getting absorbed by her plump cheeks.

While her breasts were already large, Roxy disliked bras so much in her life that she never wore them, which resulted in them having more sag than was appropriate for a woman in her 20s. Overnight, however, they lifted up and stayed perky on her chest. Proud of how much better they looked, the normally conservatively dressed lesbian started to show off a bit more skin. Her ever whitening skin made her breasts look even creamier and desirable.

Heather's wardrobe no longer fit her newly curvaceous frame. Everything rode up high and regular t-shirts became belly shirts, shorts became almost thongs, and yoga pants ripped every time she bent over, revealing her white and red polka dot bloomers. At the store, Heather disliked everything she usually went for. Now she was picking out far more revealing clothes, that were brightly colored.

With her clothes still able to fit her, Roxy was able to go to her friend's kid's birthday party. She found herself unable to pay attention to the adults, and kept watching the party. One child came up to her and asked if she was a clown, given her makeup. Roxy immediately agreed. The kid asked if she could do balloon animals. Roxy immediately agreed. From a pocket that was previously empty, Roxy was able to pull out balloon after balloon. The moment she put the end of the balloon in her mouth, she moaned quietly to herself.

Behind closed, plump, green lips, Roxy treated the open end of the balloon like a lover's nipple. Swirling her tongue against it, nibbling softly, and eventually blowing into it to give the rubber the shape. She was a natural, able to make any animal the kids asked for. The parents were confused, but impressed, by Roxy's talents. As soon as she turned the game into seeing how far she could fit snaked-shaped balloon down her throat before it popped, the parents firmly told her to leave.

Heather was having her own issues with friends. At dinner, the group heard the story about how one friend's brother had died. He was late for work, and needed desperately to catch a cab. He ran out into the middle of the road and got slammed into by a taxi. To which Heather said, "Guess he should have worn a glove if he wanted to catch it." After her boisterous laughing died down, she could hear her friends yelling at her to leave.

Neither clown-like woman needed their friends anyway. They were plenty happy staying home, and finding new ways to use balloons to pleasure themselves. Their favorites were shoving a long balloon up their snatches and seeing who could get the furthest before popping (which always made them cum instantly), and squeezing a horn's rubber end with their ass cheeks, seeing who could get the most honks before it fell to the ground.

Food didn't taste the same either. All they wanted to eat now was carnival food. One day they went out to get a funnel cake from a cart. They amassed quite a crowed when they started sucking powdered sugar off of each other's fingers, and licking their lips with loud moans. Their favorite was banana cream pie. However, they would only eat it after it had been thrown at their faces. Same went for drinking seltzer. It had to be sprayed upon their bodies, trying to catch as much of it in their mouth before gulping it all down.

Though they were enjoying themselves immensely, even with the friendship bridges burned, they ran into a problem concerning money. Heather lost her job at the yoga studio she taught at when she turned every position into an excuse to turn it into a tumbling act, or squeezing her student's butts and making honking sounds.

Roxy lost her job at the hospital, as a nurse, because she kept trying to Patch Adams all the patients. But mostly it was because she was caught letting a patient use her cleavage as a bowl for his Jell-o. She explained it was the only way she could get him to eat, but they didn't want to listen to reason. They only really became deterred when they found they couldn't pay their rent in laughter and monopoly money.

The lesbian couple thought long and hard about what to do. Finally, after 7 days of transforming into clowns, they realized there was only one place for a clown to get work. After McDonald's said no, they fell back on the plan of going back to the carnival. When they arrived, their attire had greatly changed since the day they arrived one week ago.

Heather wore a pair of bright pink sneakers, with bulbous ends where her toes were. Her tube socks were normal, white with red striping at the top, except for the fact that they reached up past her knees. Around her hips was a pink skirt, decorated with balloons of various colors. Naturally, it was obscenely short. Whenever she bent over (which was often), everyone could see her white and red heart boy shorts, wedged tightly between her plump and firm cheeks. Her top was a tight pink t-shirt, with a plunging V-neckline, showing off the size of her newly enlarged tits. Over her breasts was a yellow happy face each. Her hair had grown out and turned Crayola red, which she wore up in pigtails tied with various ribbons of different colors, long enough to reach down to her shoulders.

Roxy was still shorter than Heather, but thanks to her green stiletto heels, with laces that ran up her calves, and her own bulbous end over her toes, she could almost match Heather's height. She had managed to save a pair of short denim shorts during the clothes upheaval. However, they were still a bit loose on her now slimmer, but still curvy, shape. So to fix that, she wore a pair of suspenders. They set them too short however, and the straps caused the shorts to ride up against her crotch as ass, just hinting at the chance that either would peek out if she moved her body just the right way.

Unlike Heather, her breasts were completely covered by the simple green tube top she wore. It was so small, however, that all it did was cover up her huge tits, nothing else. The straps of the suspenders were also pushing against their shape, causing them to squeeze out on either size, illustrating their plush and natural state to onlookers. She managed to save her jacket, but with some alterations. The hem now only reached half way down her back. The patches were now pairs of plump women's lips in smiling position, tongues licking candy, and other innocent yet lewd shapes. The color had gone from dark green to bright, matching the shade of lipstick she wore on her pouty and kissable lips.

Pink and green arm sleeves peeked out from behind her rolled up jacket sleeves, and ended at her blue, fingerless, gloves. Roxy's hair had become bright blue, curly, and full of volume. A pink cabby's hat sat nestled at the top of the nest of hair. The skin of both women was pure white now. The only make up they wore was brightly colored eye shadow, lipstick, and bright red lipstick kisses on one cheek, each. Though their destination was Hilareola's tent, they were constantly distracted by opportunities to put on a show.

One act was Roxy giving Heather a supposedly very important pie to hold, while she busied herself with making balloon animals for the kids. Heather kept finding ways for the pie to slip her grasp, just barely catching it before it hit the ground. Each time she did, she bent over at the waist, showing one half the crowd her tempting ass, and the other half her seductive cleavage.

When Roxy had finished, she turned around just as Heather was. The two women bumped into each other, breast to breast, with a pie splattering in between. Roxy stepped back and frowned as Heather gave a regretful smile, her tits covered in pie cream. Both of them shrugged and proceeded to clean off Heather's tits with swipes of their fingers, putting them in the other's mouth to be sucked clean.

One patron, so aroused he forgot his manners, approached Heather, and proposed he and her go around back and have some fun of their own. Heather nibbled on her plump lower lip, beckoning the man to her. As he sucked on her neck and palmed one of her massive globes, Heather moaned deep in her throat.

Suddenly the man felt something push against his leg. When he looked down, he could see Heather's skirt began to rise steadily.

After spitting several times on the ground, he exclaimed that he knew it was too good to be true, and ran off.

Heather looked confused, reaching under her skirt and pulling free a blown up long balloon. With a pout, she put the balloon away the only place she had space - between her jugs. She pressed down and down, twisting it deeper into her valley, causing her tits to bounce constantly as she did. Her pout replaced with a wide smile, she carried on away from the gathered crowd and followed Roxy toward the tent.

When they entered, Hilareola was already waiting for them, clapping her hands, with her hip cocked to one side. The women immediately fell onto their knees at Hilareola's feet, begging for a chance to work with her. Their tears caused their makeup to run, and they had to snort snot back up into their red ball noses. Heather tore at her top in an overly dramatic Brando-esque display of desperation. Roxy pulled out a wallet to open, showing that all that was in there was a moth. Then the moth came back and took her wallet with him.

Hilareola patted both of them on the head and agreed to let them work with her in the show. The moment they stood back up, happy, their clothes and makeup were back in their pristine condition. They were to start at the next show that day. Hilareola stood in the center and introduced them individually. Heather was the first to be called out, under the name Funbags.

Funbags came prancing out with two bags hanging from her arms. She would reach into one after the other, to grab toys and candy to be thrown into the crowd. Roxy was introduced as Honkers. She rode out in a tiny child's car, honking on the horn as she drove. When she stopped, she found her hips too big to get out of the seat, and Hilareola and Funbags had to help her out. Their act continued innocently enough. But as soon as Honkers soaked Funbags's shirt with her seltzer bottle, things began to get more lewd. It all culminated in a final act between Funbags and Honkers.

Anonymous 06/15/17 (Thu) 11:03:03 No.2379

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Honkers mimed that she was entering an elevator. After a floor, Funbags entered in too. Honkers gave her a once over, whistling loud. Then, sprouting from inside her pants, a balloon acting as her cock began to inch its way out of the right leg of her shorts. Honkers scrambled to cover up. They both mimed that the elevator stopped abruptly, causing the car to shake. This sent Funbags back into Honkers, her skirt flipping up and her ass grinding against the balloon crotch. Half the crowd had become irate, and the other very aroused, but the show continued despite the former.

Funbags gave a shocked face, pursing her lips into an O-shape at the crowed, but she soon started to smile wickedly. She turned, causing her breasts to collide with Honkers'. After giving them a good honk, which actually produced the noise of the same name, and kissing her on her red nose, Funbags dragged herself down her body, sliding her tits against her along the way.

Honkers went cross-eyed and when Funbags got on her knees, zipped open her shorts, and began to fish out the green balloon cock. As soon as the makeshift dick was freed, it sprung out of the fabric and slapped Funbags in the face. She grimaced, and Honkers shyly smiled, but it was only a minor stop before Funbags because to lick the air-filled shaft up and down.

Now people were starting to leave their seats, to find someone to complain to, though many stayed behind. Funbags took more and more of the balloon into her mouth and down her throat, bobbing her head. As soon as her nose beeped against Honkers pelvis, she pulled all the way back. Tthe balloon was gone, and Funbags gave a gulp and a gasp.

Honkers looked disappointed, but then Funbags had an idea. Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out the same long balloon she had stashed in there earlier. The smile returned to Honker's green lips when the balloon was planted back onto her body, somehow adhering to it. Though many found the act offensive, those that stayed had to admit it was impressive how Funbags was able to mime having her breasts pressed up against the wall of the invisible elevator.

Honkers slid her fake cock up and down between Funbags's cheeks. When her panties came down around her knees, she shoved the balloon's head into the snatch without further delay. Boos mixed with cheers, the latter winning out as the former left in droves. After several spanks and a lot of pumping and moaning, Honkers pulled out and mimed that she was cumming. A shower of confetti burst from the balloon onto Funbag's back and ass. They were so lost in the afterglow that they didn't see Hilareola step in front of the elevator doors, and then gasp when they supposedly opened.

What she walked in on was Funbags giving Honker's a tit job. Startled, Honkers pulled out, but the pleasure was apparently already too late, and this time instead of confetti, she shot a load of pie frosting all over Hilareola's face and chest. When she looked obviously unhappy, the new clowns made a run for it around the ring, to the sound of Benny Hill.

They slipped on the makeshift cum, ran behind walls only to come out the other side with the girls chasing Hilareola, and bouncing all throughout the finale of the act. When Hilareola finally caught them by the ears, she tapped her foot and demanded an explanation.

They both were silent, until Funbags burped, which caused the green balloon cock she had swallowed to shoot out of her mouth, punctured and flying through the air. Then the spot light faded, and the women left.

By the time the police arrived the next day to shut down the carnival after a mass of complaints, they found that it had already packed up and left.

So off the trio went, onto the next town to offend, delight, confuse, and arouse.

Spirit of Vengeance (Odd Transformation female mostly)

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Gonsalves Guler hated his job. The pay was low, the work was dull, and he was extremely unpopular among his co-workers. He came from a poor immigrant family, and worked his butt off to put himself through high school and then through college.

He had graduated with a degree in computer network administration; unfortunately he discovered that there were very few jobs available for him. He took the first one that he could afford, working in the administration office at a local technical college.

It wasn't really Gonsalves' fault that he couldn't get a better job; he had a lot of things going against him. Gonsalves had a thick accent, which made it difficult for him to make himself understood. This in itself may not have been such a big problem, but he also suffered from a number of minor physical defects. He was extremely farsighted, so he was forced to wear very thick glasses. They made his eyes look much bigger than they really were - which had led to his nickname, "Goggles". All of Gonsalves' coworkers called him "Goggles", not realizing that it drove him up the wall. It might not have been so bad if they had been using the name affectionately, but Gonsalves knew that they weren't. When they thought he wasn't listening, or when they e-mailed each other, the people in Gonsalves' office usually called him "Gonzo".

Gonsalves also suffered from an unusually large, hooked nose, which led to his "secret" nickname. Gonsalves' coworkers didn't realize that, as the network administrator, and the only person in the office who was truly computer literate, he could gain access to any files on any computer in the office, and he read their e-mails frequently. He was the butt of many jokes that were told behind his back. He had heard the data entry clerks groaning about how their computers weren't working, and they'd have to ask Gonzo to fix it. He'd seen the e-mail sent around by Pauline, the receptionist, which contained a photograph of a pair of horn-rimmed glasses balanced on a male penis, with the caption "Gonzo". He heard the jokes being told behind his back about how stupid he was, how unattractive he was, and numerous slanders about his sexual preferences and anatomy. He couldn't talk to his boss, Robert, about it, because Robert was one of the worst perpetrators.

Worse yet, Gonsalves couldn't afford to quit his job. His parents were old, and had fallen quite ill - they didn't have health insurance, and every penny he could spare went toward their mounting medical bills. It had taken him months to find this job, and the only reason that they had been able to look past his appearance and his accent was the fact that they were desperate for a network administrator - the toxic work environment at the office had driven every other admin to a better job.

Gonsalves was working late at night, trying to repair the network issues caused by his idiot coworkers that day. He was thankful to have an excuse to miss the staff Christmas party, which was being held in a banquet hall on the floor below. He had no desire to socialize with the sociopaths he had to deal with every day at work.

As he was defragmenting a hard disk, Gonsalves noticed a brown paper package in his mailbox. He hadn't seen the package earlier in the day, and wondered how long it had been there. He walked over and picked it up. The package was wrapped in plain brown paper, and didn't have an address on it.

It merely said "To Gonsalves, From the Spirit of Vengeance - Merry Christmas!"

Gonsalves decided that the package was probably a prank from one of his socially retarded coworkers, so he opened it very carefully, away from his desk. Inside the package was a CD, labeled "New Reality Photo Editor".

Goonsalves was puzzled - none of his coworkers could have created a virus to harass him. He thought it was extremely unlikely that they even knew anyone capable of creating a virus. He recalled one time when Betty in Data Entry called him to fix her computer; he fixed it by turning on the power bar. Gonsalves' curiosity got the better of him, and he slipped the disk into an older computer he had in his cubicle. He disconnected it from the network, to ensure that he wouldn't have to repair more than one computer if the disk turned out to be harmful.

In a few seconds, an interface window popped up on the screen.

It said "Welcome to New Reality Photo Editor. Prepare to harness the most powerful photo and video editing software on the planet."

It had two buttons on the interface - one read "Quit", and the other read "Find photos, videos, and input devices".

Gonsalves clicked the second button, and the computer whirred and hummed for several seconds. A new window popped up, and Gonsalves was amazed at what was contained. In the top part of the window was a list of every image or video file contained on every computer in the building. It was sortable by a number of criteria, including file type, user, department, and subject matter! Gonsalves gulped, and looked at the network cable sitting unplugged on the floor. There was no possible way that this computer could talk to the network - yet somehow, it was able to see what was on every single computer in the building.

The second part of the new window puzzled Gonsalves even more. It was a list of input sources, with thumbnails showing what was available from them. The input sources included every web-cam on the network, several digital cameras that weren't connected to anything at all, and every security camera in and around the building. A chill went down Gonsalves' spine when he saw himself sitting in his cubicle. He looked at the webcam on his main computer, which he theoretically used for video-conferencing with Robert, his boss. Too bad Robert didn't know how to work a web-cam. Gonsalves realized that his web-cam was turned off, yet somehow it was projecting an image onto a computer that wasn't even connected to it.

Gonsalves clicked on the thumbnail beside his web-cam. A large window popped up, with a high-quality, fast frame rate video image of himself on the screen. There were a large number of menu options across the top. Gonsalves played around with the program for a few minutes, astonished at what it was doing. Clearly this was all impossible, so he decided that he must be dreaming. He pinched himself, and realized that he was wide awake. He clicked on himself, and another window popped up, saying "Object selected".

The new window showed a rotating, 3-dimensional, video image of himself in a seated position. Astonishingly, the image showed angles that the camera was incapable of seeing. Gonsalves played with the image, and found that he was able to drag the image into various poses. He chuckled as he pulled the shoes off of his image and put them onto his hands. This software was amazing! He clicked a button that said "Execute Changes", thinking that he would be able to save an image of this onto his computer. A tingling sensation passed over him, and his hands felt funny.

Gonsalves looked down, and cried out in surprise as he saw his shoes on his hands! He leaped to his feet, and quickly pulled the shoes off and threw them on the floor. He looked down, and saw that he was standing in his socks. Somehow this program had the ability to alter reality! He looked at the screen, and saw an image of himself, standing in his socks, staring at a pair of shoes lying in front of himself. Stunned, Gonsalves flopped down in his chair again. The full potential of this software was astounding. Gonsalves was wondering how far the changes could go, when he happened to glance at the "Input Devices" window again.

His sociopath coworkers were celebrating their annual holiday gift exchange in the banquet hall. They were laughing, and telling jokes, and pretending to like the coworkers whom they all secretly hated.

And Gonsalves was watching it all through a set of security cameras. He decided that it was time to test out the limits of this software.

Gonsalves opened up a few windows showing various views of the banquet hall. Amazingly, multiple windows didn't seem to slow down his computer at all. He decided to start small.

Pauline, the beautiful, long-legged and busty blonde receptionist, was fixing her makeup in the ladies' room. Gonsalves had noticed a number of options for editing objects, and decided to try them out. He clicked on Pauline and brought up a spinning image of her on a new window. She was wearing high heels and a slinky red dress, which was quite flattering on her. Gonsalves decided that it wasn't appropriate for the holiday season, however, and that it had to be changed. He dragged the dress off of the image. Before he started editing the dress, he goggled at the sight of Pauline wearing nothing but her panties and her high heels. Her large, perky breasts hung jiggling on her chest as she leaned toward the mirror, fixing her makeup. He looked at the security camera image, and saw that she was still fully clothed.

Gonsalves shook his head, and focused on the task at hand. He was able to use the software to make amazing modifications to the dress, and in a couple of minutes he had turned it into a wraparound dress with a white fur collar and border. It had a wide, black leather belt with a golden buckle. He dragged it back onto Pauline's image, but not before he slid her panties off. The panties were red, as well, which inspired Gonsalves. He played with the program some more, and quickly turned the panties into a red Santa cap, with a fur pom-pom and a border that matched Pauline's new coat. He quickly added fur pom-poms onto the front of Pauline's high heels, and saw that she was starting to leave the ladies' room.

Gonsalves clicked the "Execute changes" button, and watched, to his delight, as Pauline's slinky red dress turned into the red Santa outfit he had created. She didn't notice anything until she returned to the banquet hall - several co-workers started applauding, and Pauline looked confused for a moment. When she looked down at her outfit, there was a brief look of genuine surprise on her face. She clearly had no idea how this outfit got on her. Since it was clearly so popular with the staff, however, Pauline quickly regained her composure and pretended that she had worn the outfit on purpose. When she sat down, a couple of her co-workers were treated to a brief glimpse of her neatly trimmed, black-haired pussy - the coat was quite short, and she didn't yet realize that she wasn't wearing panties anymore.

Gonsalves rubbed his hands together in excitement. Time to try some of the other editing options he had seen.

Gonsalves selected Betty, the data entry clerk. Most of the data entry clerks were middle-aged and fairly unattractive, but Betty was a 22-year old brunette and a fox. She and Pauline hated each other - Betty loathed the way that the 30-ish Pauline shamelessly used her sexuality to get what she wanted; Pauline despised the fact that Betty had a natural young, girlish look that drove most men crazy. Gonsalves didn't really care, because they were both cold, heartless bitches who spoke viciously about anyone and everyone whenever the opportunity expressed itself. He was especially angry at the emails which Betty sent around, lampooning the mild-mannered network administrator.

Gonsalves had discovered that the software could create video sequences, and was interested in whether he could make an actual short scene play out in reality. He worked and fiddled for several minutes, and decided that he was ready to test the sequence out. He clicked "Execute Sequence", and flipped to the security cameras again to enjoy the show.

Betty sat in her green party dress with a glass of wine in her hand. She was telling a rather dull story about a data-entry issue she had faced a few days before, and the people around her were starting to look bored. Betty didn't particularly care, as long as they were listening to her instead of talking. Suddenly, an odd tingling sensation ran down Betty's spine. She stopped talking, set the wine glass down, and stood up. Everyone looked at her curiously. Then Betty felt her hands rise to her shoulders, of their own accord. She tried to force them back down, but found that she couldn't control her own body. It was like she was a puppet on strings, watching helplessly from behind her own eyes. She would have screamed if she could.

As everyone watched, Betty slowly slid the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. She lowered her arms, and the silky fabric slid down her body and pooled on the floor at her feet. She stood in front of the office staff wearing only her black bra and panties. Inside her mind, Betty was panicking and shrieking, but to everyone else she was maintaining the cool, disdainful look she usually affected. The entire office staff was silent. Slowly, Betty's arms rose behind her back, and she unclasped her bra and tossed it casually across the room. Her milky white, a-cup breasts with their small pink nipples were in full view of everyone. Still wearing a cool expression on her face, she reached down and slid her black panties down her legs. She stood up again, and had her neatly trimmed bush on show for her coworkers.

This was too much for the men in the office, and several of them started whooping and whisting the moment she took her bra off. The office ladies gasped with indignation and disdain. Betty stood, as still and as calmly as a statue, for about thirty seconds. Then, suddenly, she felt another tingle go down her spine as she regained control of her body. Betty suddenly shrieked, and covered her chest and her pussy with her hands. She ducked down and tried to pull her dress back up, to protect her modesty, but it disintegrated into threads as soon as she touched it. She screamed again, covered her breasts and crotch once more, and ran shrieking from the banquet hall. She left a chaotic noise of mutters, cheers, growls, and whistles behind her as she fled.

Gonsalves wasn't done with her yet, though. Betty had often claimed that she had "nothing to be ashamed of", and he was amused to see that she was still somehow ashamed of what she had. He pulled up her image again, and decided to see just how far the photo editing could go.

Betty ran screaming into the Ladies' room down the hall, and desperately started searching around for something to cover herself with. She decided that she was going to have to wrap hers elf in toilet paper - as humiliating as that would be, it was better than showing off her breasts and pussy to the entire office again. She figured that she would just dash into the coat room after, grab her jacket, and drive home. She got a roll of toilet paper, and prepared to wrap herself up in it. Then she happened to glance in the mirror.

She gasped, and dropped the roll of paper to the floor. She stared at herself in the mirror, disbelieving. Her breasts had been small before, but looking in the mirror she could not see any sign of them at all. She was as flat-chested as a little girl! More so, in fact, because even her nipples seemed to have disappeared. She touched her chest, and felt the gentle swell of her pectoral muscle beneath her skin, but there was no breast tissue above it at all. Her chest looked like a department store mannequin - from the children's department! As she glanced at herself in the mirror, she received an even bigger shock.

Where she had had a neatly trimmed bush of black curly hair before, now her crotch was completely bald. She reached down, and felt something was wrong. She couldn't feel anything. Normally she could feel her clitoris and her vaginal lips underneath her fingers, but now she couldn't feel the soft folds at all. It was completely blank, and her fingers slid down what felt like an extension of her lower abdomen. She ran her fingers all the way back, until her fingertips touched her anus. She had no pussy at all! She looked at herself in the mirror and started to sob. She didn't know what was happening to her. The only feature on her torso between her chin and her asshole was her belly button. She heard a noise at the bathroom door, and ran into the closest stall.

Betty tried to be as still and as quiet as possible as the unknown person entered the bathroom. She perched on top of the toilet seat, praying that nobody knew she was in the toilet stall. She glanced down at her featureless chest and pussy and shuddered.

Robert, the office manager, opened the door of the ladies' room and looked around. He held Betty's black panties and bra in his hand - he tried to make a show of being gallant, and rescuing a damsel in distress, but actually he just wanted to see the cute data entry clerk naked again. Besides, he wasn't interested in Pauline's attempts to ridicule Betty even more, now that she had humiliated herself and fled the room. Robert didn't see anyone, and was about to continue his search elsewhere, when he noticed the partly-unrolled roll of toilet paper sitting underneath the bathroom sink. He decided that the ladies' room could use a more thorough inspection, and he slipped inside.

"Betty? Betty?"

Betty hear Robert's voice calling. She shrank back on the toilet seat. What would she do if he figured out that she was there? Suddenly the door of her toilet stall shook, as Robert tried to open it! Betty thanked God that she had the presence of mind to lock the stall. Too bad that she wasn't clever enough to realize that her stall was the only one with a closed door.

"Betty, are you in there?" Robert called.

Betty braced her hands against the sides of the stall, and put her feet up against the stall door to hold it shut in case the latch slipped. She held her breath, and hoped that Robert would give up and go away. Robert, on the other hand, wasn't quite as stupid as Betty. He walked into the next stall, quietly stepped up onto the toilet seat, and slowly peered over the dividing wall. He was treated to the sight of Betty sitting almost spread-eagled on the toilet, pressing her feet on the door and her hands on the wall. He might have gotten away with a longer peek, except that he noticed the strange blank areas at her crotch and on her chest. Having seen her pussy and tits just a minute ago, he knew that something strange was happening. He gasped quietly, but loudly enough that Betty heard him, shrieked, and covered herself up again.

Meanwhile, up in the office, Gonsalves decided that it would not do to have people coming and going as they wished. There was far too much to do. He used the photo editing software to erase the doors out of the banquet hall and the ladies' room, so that his victims were trapped inside until he was done with them. Then he brought the ladies' room camera up again. He couldn't see what was going on very well - the one camera in the washroom didn't let him see inside the toilet stalls. He could see that Robert was standing with his head above one of the stalls, looking down into the stall with the closed door, but he couldn't tell what was going on inside. Then he had an idea. Gonsalves used the photo editing software to put a camera behind the bathroom mirror, which he then turned into a one-way mirror. Now he could see the toilet stalls head-on. Then he erased the door of the closed stall. Robert and Betty looked at where the door had been, shocked, but at least Gonsalves could see what was going on.

Betty was wearing her black panties again, and was trying to put on her bra. She was having a bit of trouble getting it to fit right, probably because she was even flatter in the chest than usual. Gonsalves decided to help her out, by deleting the bra with the photo editor. Then he deleted Betty's panties. Betty tried to cover herself up again, and Gonsalves decided that it wasn't fair for Betty to have to be humiliated all by herself. He clicked on Robert, and started to delete the office manager's clothing. In a few seconds, Robert was standing completely naked on the toilet, leering over the wall at the naked Betty. His small penis stood bravely at attention. It took a few seconds more for Robert to realize that he was naked too. His face turned bright red, and he hopped off of the toilet seat, covering his smallish member with both hands, looking around for his clothes.

Gonsalves decided that it wasn't fair for Betty to miss seeing Robert in the buff, so he started deleting the fixtures in the bathroom. Soon, the toilets, stalls, and sinks were completely gone, and Betty and Robert were left standing in a featureless green-tiled room with only a large mirror on one wall for decoration. They were both still covering themselves, but Gonsalves could see that they were talking to each other. To his delight, after a couple of minutes, Betty uncovered herself, letting Robert see her blank chest and groin. Robert uncovered himself too, to poke gently at the place where Betty's small breasts had been. Gonsalves started to erase Robert's thick, dark body hair, and Betty noticed this happening. She started to chuckle when she noticed Robert's small erection. It was perhaps 4" long, fully erect, which was smaller than Betty was used to. When Robert's pubic hair faded away, it looked more like a child's penis than a grown man's. Robert turned red again, and tried to cover himself up.

Then Gonsalves decided that it wasn't fair for Robert to have something to be ashamed of, if Betty had nothing. He copied Betty's blank crotch, and pasted it over Robert's with his photo editor. He used a number of tools to make the skin color match better, and erased Robert's small nipples at the same time - out of a sense of fairness. The he clicked "Execute Changes".

Robert gasped as he felt his small penis shrink away from his hands. He pulled them away to see what was happening, and screamed in horror as he looked down at his blank crotch. Betty's eyes opened wide, although to be honest she was slightly relieved now that she was not the only sexless person in the room. Robert and Betty sat down on the floor, and started talking again. Soon they were both in tears, hugging each other. Appparently they had realized that the door to the room had vanished, and they had no idea how to get out of their current predicament. Gonsalves thought it was sad that they had nothing to do, so he started to edit their images again. He decided that he would try to run another video sequence, and started editing.

Robert and Betty were holding each other, still crying, when they both felt a strange tingling sensation. They pulled away from each other, and looked down at their bodies, hoping that they would return to normal. At first they were clearly very excited, as small nipples started to reappear on their chests. Betty reached up to fondle her breasts, expecting them to grow back into her hands. She was disappointed. Instead of soft, feminine globes growing into her hands, she felt her pectoral muscles growing wider and harder. She moved her hands away from her chest, and saw that her chest looked wider than normal. She stood up, and looked at herself in the mirror. Funny, her shoulders looked broader than usual, and her chest and abdomen looked more muscular than she had seen them before. Her hips and legs were still slim and feminine, and her arms and face retained all of their girlish charm. Even her skin still was pale and feminine, but her chest and stomach looked somewhat masculine. They were still completely smooth and devoid of hair, but she had chest muscles like a male athlete. She looked over at Robert, dismayed that her breasts hadn't returned, and gasped at what she saw.

Robert was still sitting on the floor, with his mouth agape. In his hands he cupped two large, undeniably feminine breasts. They were already much larger than Betty's had been - a C-cup, at least. And what's more, they looked like they were still growing. Betty pulled Robert to his feet, and made him look in the mirror. They both gasped at what they saw. Normally Robert was several inches taller than Betty, but now they looked to be almost exactly the same height. Robert's new breasts continued to grow, until they were a large DD-cup size. His arms were still masculine and muscled, and his face and legs were as manly as they had ever been (apart from the total lack of body hair). His shoulders looked a little narrow, though, and the large, firm breasts sitting high on his chest were most certainly not masculine at all. They were topped with small, hard nipples. Betty reached over and gave one a squeeze. Robert gasped as an unexpected shock of pleasure ran through his body. He was horrified by the large, heavy, and sexually sensitive globes hanging off of his chest.

Then they both felt a strane tingling sensation in their groins. Both shuddered, expecting to end up with the wrong set of sexual organs. Robert looked down at his crotch, waiting to see what would happen. His heart started to lift as he saw a small bump appear on his groin. As he watched, a small but unmistakably male organ started to grow out of his crotch. Soon a tiny scrotum appeared, with two little testicles rolling around inside. Robert grinned - even if he had lost a few inches of height, and had grown a giant pair of tits, at least he had his manhood back! He looked over at Betty, and saw that a moist slit was reappearing between her legs. She didn't have any tits, and her chest looked distinctly muscular and masculine, but at least she was still a woman. Robert looked down at his own penis - it was painfully erect, although it was barely two inches long. Without any hair on it, it hardly looked like a man's penis at all. The only sign that it belonged to a mature man were the thick blue veins visible just under the surface.

They waited several minutes. Betty thought that her pussy looked a little looser and the slit looked a little longer than she remembered. She decided that it was probably just the fact that it was still completely bald. Robert was a little distraught, because his penis had apparently stopped growing at two inches. Both of them were feeling very aroused. Robert's nipples were poking out like diamonds, and his penis was leaking slightly at the tip. Vaginal fluid was dribbling slowly down the inside of Betty's leg. They glanced at each other, and then looked away. They glanced again, and soon their intense arousal was almost too much to bear. After one more quick glance, the two office workers jumped on each other, drooling with lust. They kissed and fondled each other for a few seconds, but the burning need for penetration pulsed within them like nothing they had felt before.

Robert rammed his tiny cock into Betty's pussy. Oddly, he didn't find the tight hole he was hoping for. Betty was disappointed at the fact that Robert's tiny member barely reached past her labia. She ground against him, and managed to rub her clit against his tiny cock. That felt good, but it wasn't enough. She needed her clit stimulated, and a nice deep penetration, before she would be satisfied. She pulled away from Robert, and pushed him back when he tried to penetrate her again. Her eyes opened wide with surprise when she looked at her crotch. Her clitoris was hard, and stuck out a good three inches from her pussy. It was half again as big as Robert's cock, and almost as big as his erect penis had been before his transformation. It seemed to be a little higher up her abdomen than it was supposed to be, too.

"Your cock isn't big enough" Betty panted, "You'll have to use your fingers."

Robert was disappointed, but realized that this young woman wasn't going to let him get off unless he did what she wanted. He poked his index finger up Betty's well-lubricated vagina, and started to thrust.

"Deeper!" Betty commanded, barely able to feel Robert's finger in her cunt. What was he using, his pinky? Robert added another finger, poking his index and middle finger inside the woman's eager pussy.

"Suck my clit!" exclaimed Betty. Robert put his mouth over the giant, engorged clit, and started to suck it. Betty shuddered with pleasure. The clitoris was like a thumb in Robert's mouth. "Deeper!" Betty moaned. Robert started thrusting four fingers in Betty's pussy, but it still didn't feel full to Betty. She kept shouting "Deeper! Deeper!" at Robert.

Soon, Robert had his entire fist in Betty's pussy, and was ramming it in up to his elbow. Finally Betty felt more or less full, although she wished he had a bigger arm. After a couple of minutes of Robert frantically pumping his arm in her pussy, and sucking her clit, she orgasmed in an intense explosion. Fluid squirted out of her pussy, soaking Robert's upper body. She moaned and went limp, and her swollen clit started to deflate. She felt fulfilled, and started to move away from Robert.

"My turn!" exclaimed Robert, and Betty sighed and turned to his tiny cock. She licked it, and slipped her mouth over it. She licked and sucked his tiny member like a baby's pacifier. Robert moaned and rubbed his nipples. After a couple of minutes, Robert started to moan and shudder. He had never felt multiple orgasms before, but now he was in the throes of them. Betty prepared to pull herself away when he ejaculated, but for some reason he never did. Robert moaned and shuddered for two or three minutes before Betty finally stopped pleasuring him. He continued to shudder and moan for almost a minute after she stopped.

Gonsalves decided that he would have to come back to the odd couple soon, but first he had plans for the guests in the banquet hall…

Gonsalves turned back to the banquet hall. Nobody had noticed that the door had vanished. Most of the staff were standing in a circle around the food table, laughing and joking. What a farce, thought Gonsalves. They all hate each other, and they all know that they all hate each other, but they pretend to like each other anyhow. He started planning on how he could humiliate them all.

Then Gonsalves thought back to Betty and Robert in the Ladies' room. Once they realized that they were both undergoing strange changes, they had stopped being ashamed and started being afraid. Gonsalves was feeling mean-spirited, but he did not want to frighten his co-workers… well, not much. He was much more interested in seeing them humiliated and embarrassed in front of each other. He decided that he would make most of the changes more subtle, so that his co-workers might not even notice them until they got home. Then he would get to see them trying to hide the changes at work the next day. Gonsalves almost cackled with glee at his idea. He then restored the door to the banquet hall - people would need to leave for his plan to work. He left the ladies' room alone, however - he wasn't finished with Robert and Betty yet.

Then he decided that there were a couple of people who deserved to be humiliated at the party, before they went home. The first was Jeffrey, the assistant office manager. Gonsalves decided to see just how far the photo editor could go in terms of changing someone's body. He knew that he could change their clothing and their appearance with virtually no limits. He wasn't sure how he had made Betty and Robert have sex, but he suspected it had to do with the fact that he go the images for their new genitals from photos and videos of people who were obviously highly aroused. Could he cause the physically impossible to happen?

Gonsalves selected Jeffrey and brought up a nude image of him in the editing window. It was fascinating how he could strip someone completely naked in the editing window, but they remained completely unchanged until he clicked "execute changes". Jeffrey was a short man - about 5"4" tall - and was very fit and muscular. He was also an arrogant prig who was always trying to throw his weight around, to intimidate the other employees. Gonsalves looked at the nude image and saw that, like Robert, Jeffrey had an unusually small penis. That explains a lot, he thought. Gonsalves started going through his photo archives, until he found what he was looking for. It was a short video clip of a cherub statue and fountain from somewhere in Italy. The cherub was dancing over a lily pad, and a stream of water was gushing from the little angel's penis. Gonsalves started editing the images, wondering what would happen.

Barbara from Accounting was regaling the group with another derogatory tale about Betty, when Jeffrey felt a strange tingling in his groin. Jeffrey looked around, and surreptitiously glanced down at his crotch. Nothing unusual, as far as he could tell. Then, suddenly, a small wet sot appeared in the middle of his crotch. Jeffrey's eyes widened, and he tried to casually cover the area. A cold, damp feeling started to spread down his inner thighs. He crossed his legs, trying to hide the fact that he seemed to be wetting himself. Jeffrey tried to clamp down his bladder muscles as hard as he could, but for some reason he couldn't get them to respond at all. For a brief moment, Jeffrey wondered why the feeling was a cold, damp feeling, instead of a warm, damp feeling - but the thought was chased from his mind when someone noticed his condition. Linda, a fat and middle-aged data entry clerk, looked at Jeffrey's pants and started to chuckle. "I think you've had enough punch, my boy" she condescended.

Jeffrey started to give a scathing response, but this just attracted the attention of everyone else in the room. He stood up and tried to turn away from the group, in shame, but the dark stain kept spreading down his pants. Soon he felt his socks getting wet, and the flow didn't seem to be slowing down. Jeffrey felt tears of humiliation running down his cheeks. The assembled group, being the vindictive bunch that they were, started laughing out loud at their power-hungry assistant office manager, as he stood wetting himself uncontrollably in the middle of the banquet hall.

Jeffrey finally decided that enough was enough, and bolted from the room. His socks squished and sloshed in his shoes, and he left a trail of damp footprints behind him. The entire office was in an uproar, with people laughing so hard that they could barely control themselves. Gonsalves noted who was laughing the hardest - he actually felt sorry for some of his co-workers; they ridiculed him, but he now realized that they were victims of some of the more vicious people in the office. Gonsalves was an easy target, and making fun of him was the only way some of them could defend themselves. But there were still several people at the party who weren't getting off the hook that easily. Gonsalves started to work on his more subtle changes, while the group slowly got control of themselves.

Jeffrey, meanwhile, ran out the door and across the hall to the men's room. He locked the door behind him, thinking that he might be able to empty his bladder and get himself cleaned up. He wasn't sure how he would live down this humiliation, but he already was starting to think of degrading tasks he could force on his subordinates tomorrow. Jeffrey noticed that his bladder was still gushing forth, so he rushed over to a urinal and undid his soggy pants. When he saw what was in between his legs, he almost fell backwards in shock. His pubic hair was completely gone; his penis had turned into bronze. It looked completely flaccid, although it was only slightly smaller than normal. When he touched it, however, it felt as hard as a rock. It was also cold to the touch. Cold, clear water was pouring from the tip in an apparently endless stream. He couldn't feel anything with his penis.

The strangest part was the way that the metal somehow slowly faded into the flesh of his groin. As he drew his finger along the top of his crotch, he could feel more and more as his finger ran towards the flesh-colored side. He tried again to stop the flow by clenching his bladder; it seemed as though his bladder muscles were completely useless (in fact, they were completely gone, but Jeffrey didn't know that). He shuddered, and then pressed his fingertip against the tip of his bronze penis. He found that, with enough pressure, the flow stopped completely. He sighed in relief, and managed to pull his shoes, socks, and pants off with his free hand. He started to dry them off under the electric had dryer. He was relieved that he seemed to be peeing water, instead of urine, assuming that it wouldn't stink later on.

Drying the sodden pants, underwear, and socks was a time-consuming process, even with both hand dryers going at once. Jeffrey didn't finish until everyone else at the party had gone home. As he was waiting for his garments to dry out, however, Jeffrey noticed a pressure building up in his bladder. After a few minutes, the pressure started to feel painful. Jeffrey started to worry about how he was going to make it home, if he couldn't stop his metal penis from leaking. After a few minutes more, the pressure was almost unbearable, and Jeffrey had to rush over to the urinals again and release his finger from the tip of his penis. The water gushed forth, and it took almost five minutes before the pressure in his bladder went away. As his bladder emptied, the flow of water diminished slightly, from a gushing stream to a moderate trickle. It didn't stop. Jeffrey discovered that he had to take about five minutes to empty his bladder every half hour or so. It was going to be a long night…

Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, Pauline was getting tired of wearing her red Santa cap. She reached up, and pulled it off of her head. A gasp went up from several of the ladies, as they saw what happened. As Pauline lifted the cap from her head, her long blonde hair came off with it. It took a moment for Pauline to realize what the ladies were staring at. She looked down at her cap, and saw that a long, blonde wig was stuck inside it. A split second later, the cogs and wheels clicked in place in Pauline's mind, and her hand shot up to her head. She felt a smooth, shining, and totally hairless scalp underneath her hand. Her hair was gone! She rubbed her entire head in disbelief… she had always been very proud of her gorgeous, thick locks of rich blonde hair. Somehow, it was all missing from her head! She looked at the wig in her hand, and saw that it was every bit as soft and gorgeous as her hair had been. Pauline screamed.

The rest of the conversation died down, and was replaced by more laughter, as everyone else noticed Pauline's shiny, bald head glinting in the fluorescent light. How had she worked there so long, without anyone figuring out that she wore a wig? Barbara, the bitch from Accounting, was quicker on her feet than most of the office. She quickly snatched the cap and wig out of Pauline's hand, and threw it across the room. It snagged on a light fixture, and dangled from the ceiling, the lowest locks of hair at least 10' off the floor. Pauline shrieked, and ran over to it, trying to retrieve her precious locks. As she jumped up and down underneath the dangling wig, trying desperately to get a grip on it, the men in the room started to feel their pants tighten in the crotch. Pauline's red, fur-lined dress barely reached below her ass when she was standing normally. Now that she was jumping up and down in the air, it was lifting up clean past her hips, giving everyone in the room an unobstructed view of her neatly trimmed pussy and her round, firm ass. Pauline was embarrassed enough thinking that everyone could see her panties. It wasn't until she got home that night that she realized that she hadn't been wearing any!

After Pauline finally climbed onto a chair and yanked her wig off the light fixture, and left the party in tears, the other attendees decided that they had enjoyed enough of other people's pain and humiliation for one night, and started to filter out of the banquet hall. One or two women looked for the ladies' room, but couldn't seem to find it anywhere. Gonsalves hurriedly finished up the changes he was preparing to enjoy on the following day.

Gonsalves worked late into the night, modifying his co-workers. He was exhausted, and was about to go home for the weekend, when he remembered that he still had Robert and Betty trapped in the ladies' room. Gonsalves brought up the window again, and finished their changes before he logged out and went home for the night.

Betty and Robert were so tired from their frightening experiences, and their passionate lovemaking, that they had fallen asleep on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. Betty woke up first. She looked around at the bathroom, hoping that her experiences that evening had all been just a bad dream. The sinks, stalls, and door had all reappeared. Betty started to sigh with relief when she looked down at her body. She gasped when she saw herself.

Not only was Betty still completely naked, her body was hardly recognizable. She was covered in dark, curly body hair, especially on her chest, stomach, and crotch. Her arms and legs had thinner hair, but it was still dark and stood out starkly against her lily-white skin. Betty stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face and head looked exactly the same as always, but her breasts were still gone. In their place was a broad, well-muscled, and very masculine-looking chest. Her thin neck sat on a pair of broad, muscular shoulders. Her arms and legs were thick and wiry, and her waist was narrow. Her body looked like a man's, except for the pussy hidden beneath her thick, dark mat of pubic hair, which extended up to her navel and well down her thighs.

Betty felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, then realized that Robert's suit and her dress had magically reappeared on the counter, along with their underwear. Betty slipped her panties on, and started to pull on her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, and realized that she looked ridiculous. Her long, muscular, hairly legs stuck out from the bottom of the dress, which was stretched almost to the breaking point across her flat, muscular chest and stomach. The dress was much too small, and much too short - Betty realized that she must be over six feet tall now. Betty glanced over at the sleeping body of Robert. She assumed it was Robert, although it looked like a very voluptuous woman from this angle. Betty squirmed out of the dress, and pulled on Robert's suit over her panties. It looked like Robert's suit, but it fit her perfectly. She pulled on the shoes and socks she found, but left the necktie on the counter. She saw her car keys on the edge of the sink, and grabbed them. She slipped out the door, and cautiously ran to her car to head home.

The sound of the door creaking open startled Robert awake. He looked around, and found himself alone in the Ladies' room. Like Betty, Robert also noticed that the fixtures and stalls had reappeared, and hoped that he had just been dreaming. He sat up, and felt an unfamiliar shifting of weight on his chest. He looked down at himself, only to see two massive breasts jiggling on his naked, hairless chest. Robert stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw his head atop an extraordinarily curvaceous, sexy female body. It was completely hairless, and Robert felt his groin tingle at the sight. He suddenly realized that he couldn't see his crotch in the mirror - the counter was as high as his waist. He realized that he must be less than five feet tall now! Robert stepped back, and pulled his large, soft boobs to either side in order to look at his crotch. Hanging halfway down his thighs was the biggest, thickest cock he had seen in his life. It was starting to stiffen. Robert decided he needed to get dressed quickly, so he could go and see a doctor. He noticed a pair of men's underpants on the counter, and a dress that looked just like the one Betty had stripped off the night before. Robert quickly pulled them on. The underpants rode up the crack of his ass a bit, but they managed to contain the massive bulge of his penis and proportionately-large testicles. He then pulled the dress on. It was extremely tight, and showed off every curve of his body. His nipples poked through the chest, and his crotch bulged out at the waist. Robert couldn't see a bra, and decided to leave the black ladies' pumps on the floor where they were. He spotted his own car keys, grabbed them, and jiggled out to his car.

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The next Monday saw a record number of employees calling in sick, including (not surprisingly) Robert, Betty, and Pauline. Gonsalves was disappointed by the poor turnout, but saw that there were still plenty of people to give him a show, and let him savour his revenge. He was sorry that he had made so many of the changes take effect before the weekend - it hadn't occurred to him that so many people would smply stay home. He was glad that he had made some of the changes time-delayed, and was prepared to enjoy them as they came into effect that day. But first, he decided to check how some of his already-changed victims were trying to hide their new developments.

Barbara, the bitch from accounting, had received several compliments on her new, darker hair. Some people even asked if she had lost weight. Oddly enough, Barbara hadn't seemed pleased at the comments. Instead, she muttered apologetically at each comment, and turned her eyes down. Barbara had awoken on Saturday morning feeling great. She had run her hands down her body in the morning, still bleary-eyed, and had felt a slimmer, firmer body than she had ever possessed underneath. She ran to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and gasped. Her body was, indeed, much slimmer than it had been - not skinny, but toned, with perky breasts pushing out the front of her nightgown. Her face looked slimmer, and a few years younger, as well. Instead of the body and face of a middle-aged, divorced housewife, she now had the body of an athletic, but healthily curved, thirty year old woman.

She wasn't pleased, however. This was probably due to the fact that her long brown hair had truned bright pink overnight, and her face sported several piercings. Barbara quickly removed the piercings, and determined that she would be able to cover the holes with makeup. She grabbed her dark brown hair dye, and started to cover up the shocking, gaudy pink color of her hair. When it was time to rinse out the dye, Barbara pulled off her nightgown and headed to the showed. As she passed the bathroom mirror again, she nearly fainted. Her body was covered in tattoos - a large dragon coiled up her right arm, while a thorny chain of roses wrapped around her left. Her legs were covered in butterflies down to the knees. There were tiny angel wings tattooed on her back. Her large, and newly-perky breasts had writing across them - in bold Gothic letters, the tattoos read "CAN I BE YOUR SLUT?". Her nipples were pierced, and joined together by a loose silver chain. Her flat, toned stomach sported the hilt of a sword, which pointed down into her tight, but completely hairless, pussy. Her lower back sported an arrow pointing to her anus, captioned with the words "Insert fat, hairy cock here".

Mortified, Barbara tried to scrub the tattoos off in the shower. It quickly became apparent that these tattoos were permanent. She also couldn't figure out how to remove the nipple rings - they seemed to be completely unbroken hoops of metal. She quickly learned that the chain made it impossible to wear a bra with any degree of comfort. To her even greater surprise, a few days later she noticed that her dark hair was growing bright pink roots.

Gonsalves laughed when he saw Barbara trying to cover herself up with pants and a high-necked shirt. He decided that he would have to help her show off her new body art the next time she was meeting with the executives.

He noticed that Janice, the fat Admissions clerk, had figured out a way to stuff her bra to make it appear as though she still possessed her massive, jiggling mammaries, instead of the saggy a-cups he had given her.

Across from her sat Frank, the credit officer, who seemed surprisingly comfortable and relaxed considering he had lost his male appendages and gained a heavily menstrating vagina.

Sarah in Accounts Payable had worn a turban-like hat, which did an excellent job of covering up the large rabbit-ears which had replaced the delicate ears she was born with.

Gonsalves was disappointed at the ease with which his victims were hiding their changes. He understood, of course, that those who couldn't hide their changes so easily had chosen to stay home. He decided that it was time to start enjoying his delayed changes.

He flipped open a window which showed Rebecca, a slutty HR officer, giving a performance review to Sandy, a low-level manager. Rebecca had been instrumental in making sure that Gonsalves never got promoted to a better department; Sandy didn't interact with Gonsalves directly, but seemed to have a sour look about her at all times, making herself unapproachable. Both women were quite attractive; Rebecca was a slim Asian woman with impeccable taste in clothes, while Sandy was a more voluptuous redhead.

Rebecca had just finished telling Sandy that she needed to show a sense of humour around the office, when her voice suddenly faded away. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. She took a sip of water, and tried to speak again - still nothing. Sandy looked at her expectantly. Rebecca tried to speak again, when she felt somethign hard in her mouth. It felt like a small, smooth pebble. She delicately reached up to her mouth and pulled out the object. She looked at it, and saw Sandy's eyes go wide as they realized what it was. Rebecca was holding a tooth in her fingers! Rebecca reached into her mouth again, to find the hole where the tooth had come from. As she touched her teeth, they loosened and fell out. Rebecca spat out a mouthful of teeth, and started to scream. At least, she TRIED to scream - no sound came out of her mouth at all. She felt her teeth with her tongue, to see how many had fallen out. The slightest pressure from her tongue, however, was enough to loosen the rest of her remaining teeth. She spat them out into her hand, and felt her toothless, but bloodless, gums with a fingertip.

"You call that a sense of humor?" said Sandy, with a scowl. "That's just disgusting, is all."

Then Sandy felt a strange tightness in her chest. She glanced down, and noticed that her breasts seemed to be pushing out farther than they should. As she watched, she could see them expanding slightly under her jacket. She also felt the chair getting slightly tighter around her buttocks. Wat was going on? She looked back up at Rebecca, who wass staring at her wide-eyed.

"What?" demanded Sandy.

Rebecca slowly raised a finger and pointed at Sandy's nose.

Sandy reached up and felt her nose. It had less sensation than she was used to. She pulled out her compact mirror and looked at her face. Her nose had turned bright red, and was growing round and bulbous. Sandy screamed. She tried to stand up to leave the room, but her ass had grown very quickly in the previous seconds, and was now stuck in her chair. The unexpected weight of the chair caused Sandy to lose her balance, and she fell flat on her face. When she pulled herself up, she was shocked to see that her breasts had grown quite large, and stuck out of her chest like a pair of balloons. The buttons on her blouse were straining. She reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, and gave it a light squeeze. To her shock and horror, a honking sound, not unlike a bicycle horn, escaped from her large ass as she squeezed her tit. She fainted.

Clownitization by Nosey T. Clown (Clown, BE, MC)And another Clown TF story I had laying around!

#FemaleClownTransformation

Clownitization by Nosey T. Clown

I think I'm going crazy. Or I'm in a coma - maybe I'll wake up soon. This must be a dream - it certainly is the weirdest dream I ever had. How can I wake myself up?

I heard once if I concentrate really had on reality, maybe I'll wake up. How to concentrate? Maybe I can try to write some of this down! Maybe that will cause this dream - I hope it’s a dream - to end!

Okay - where's the paper! Boy - it's become hard to write! Maybe if I sit sidesaddle or something…….. How should I begin…..?

My name's Candace Reems. I know - most girls with a name like "Candace" get called "Candi", but not me. Oh, sure, I was Candi in high school, but in college it was more professional to be called "Candace." And when I went to work and Water Pricehouse, it seemed an accountant should be called "Candace" instead of "Candi." Or "Miss Reems" - that was way better!

I am 26 years old, and I had - HAVE - blond hair. I have blue eyes. I'm five foot-six inches tall. I'm single, and broke up with my last boyfriend a few years ago - he was such a dork! I tried to be serious - 'cause I am a blond and you know what reputation I could have - but he was so SILLY!

Okay - this is so weird!

(Giggle)

So - concentrate - it's Tuesday. I just flew in to our corporate offices in San Francisco for meetings with our most important client. I didn't really want to go, 'cause it's a few days before Hallowe'en and I wanted to go to a party and maybe meet someone but I had to go and that's that. So I worked like a dog all day Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and went to my hotel and had room service and crashed every night and - slow down. S-l-o-w d-o-w-n. (Giggle)

Okay. I'm getting agitated - it's only a dream. A D-R-E-A-M. I hope…

So I get up Friday and go to the office - this should be the last day of this nonsense. Maybe I can still get home for Hallowe'en tonight. So I'm working on the depreciation schedules. But my boss, Mr. Ackerly comes in at noon and said that the finance guys at the client will finish them up, and I'm free to go. In fact, the office has scheduled a costume party and he thinks I should go - it'll be a 'good break,' or so he says.

So I'm thinking - why not. I can fly home Saturday (giggle) and relax at the party and over the weekend. So Mr. Ackerly tells me to take the rest of the day off and try to find a costume. He bids me goodnight and leaves me with a slip of paper with the address scribbled on it.

As it turns out, I shoulda gone to bed.

So - Friday afternoon, All Hallow's Eve, where to find a costume. First question: What to go as? Belly dancer? No - I'm too slender. Witch? Too common. I call a few costume places from the Yellow Pages, but they are out of cats, and leopards and pirates. What to go as? Maybe this is too difficult.

I know - I'll be a clown! I always wanted to be a clown, and no one will know its me under the makeup! I'll be a clown! I can let my hair (all 2" of it) down! This might actually be fun! Now - where to get a clown costume??

Here's a listing I didn't see before - "Clara's Clown Closet". "Only Clown Costumes - when only the BEST will do." I wonder why I didn't see that earlier. So I call them up and - SURPRISE - they have lots of costumes left! (giggle) They said come right over.

A $20 cab ride later, I'm standing in front of "Clara's" in one of the nicer parts of town. The mannequins in the window are all dressed as clowns, and look so colorful! This might actually work out! The little sign on the door says "By Appointment Only" and "ring for Entry" - they invited me over, so I guess this is as good as an appointment. I ring and the door buzzed.

I pushed the door open, and walked into the biggest clown emporium I have ever seen. Wigs, noses, costumes, makeup - everything. As I walked over to the counter, a woman came from behind the curtain and introduced herself as "Clara."

"Hi - I'm Candace." I responded.

"Oh - weren't you the person I just spoke to on the telephone? About a last minute costume?" she inquired.

"Yes - I got invited to a Hallowe'en party at the last minute and don't have a costume. I always wanted to be a clown, but I don't know the first thing about makeup or costumes or anything. Can you help me?"

"My dear - of course. Is your party tonight?" She asked, ever so helpful.

"Yes it is."

"Well, Candace, we could select your costume and complete your hair and makeup all right here, right now, and you could leave directly for the party if you wanted?" She told me - her voice was sweetly intoxicating.

"That sounds wonderful!" I said, "Where do we start?" I was becoming more eager to 'be a clown.' Only now do I realize that it was unusual for me to be so eager. (Giggle)

"Well, Candace, have you thought of what kind of clown you want to be? Clara asked. "No - I didn't know there were kinds of clowns.” I replied. "What are they?"

Clara told me that there were Auguste clowns, Whiteface clowns, Tramp clowns and Character clowns. I became more puzzled - I don't know why I wasn't thinking clearly. "Make me the clown you think would be best for me,” I stated. It was unusual for me to give up control so easily.

"I think you'd be a good Auguste clown,” Clara recommended, "and we can fix you right up. Now follow me,” she said as she swept behind the dividing curtain into the back room. I followed along.

Now the part that must be a dream - Clara just led me right along and look where I am now! (Giggle)

"You know, dear, clowns get their humor from exaggeration, you know that, don't you?" Her voice was like honey - I was drawn to it like a hungry bee.

"Oh yes - I know that" I said, but I didn't really know that - or did I?

"And the funniest clowns are the most exaggerated - you know that, right?" She said.

"Right" I said, somewhat drunkenly. What's happened to me?

"And wouldn't you like to be a most funny clown?” Clara asked. "Oh yes" I said - and look where it got me. (Giggle)

"So - we'll need to exaggerate you, won't we?"

"I guess so." I said, as Clara took my measurements and wrote them on a clipboard.

"Hmmmm," she said quizzically. "You need a little more substance to be exaggerated, wouldn't you agree?" "I guess so."

"Let me go to the rack and select a few things, now that I have your measurements" she said, appearing lost in thought. In a few minutes she returned, carrying what seemed like several large pillows. As she dropped them on the floor, they appeared to be cotton-lined Jello.

"I'm so sorry, dear, but we will need to exaggerate your, er, 'slender' figure. I want you to put this on - here, use this dressing room." She handed me what she was carrying and pointed to a curtained room a few feet away. "Now hurry up!" she commanded.

I scurried into the room and drew the curtain.

I began to inspect what she had given me - although not particularly heavy, it appeared to be a ridiculously proportioned women's body suit! If you looked up exaggerated in the dictionary, this suit might actually be there! And - I was replete with bra (attached to the cotton) and panties (also attached), in a clownish polka-dot pattern. I was momentarily stunned at the thought of the figure that would result if I wore this.

"Now, Candace, you must take off all your clothes before putting on your new undergarment - otherwise it won't, er, fit properly."

"Yes, ma'am.” I responded. I began to take off my clothes in the privacy of the dressing room.

Now disrobed, I found a zipper in the back of the bodysuit and unzipped it. It fell open at my feet and I stepped in and pulled it up over my shoulders. It was like putting on a cool, comfortable glove! It fit perfectly! It felt wonderful and caressing! I couldn't wait to zip it up! I hope I could find the strength to take it off at the end of the night (this wasn't a problem, as it turned out). I turned toward the mirror to admire myself.

Boy! Talk about an exaggerated figure! I couldn't believe the comical character that reflected back at me in the mirror. First, my neck, arms and legs were uncovered by the suit and unchanged. But that's all that stayed the same. My boobs were bigger than I have ever seen on a woman - even that dancer Chelsea Charms! Turning this way and that, I could see my boobs from behind me!

I couldn't believe it. In fact, the suit was so realistic that I had nipples, too! And what nipples! They were as round as saltshakers and protruded almost an inch! I marveled at the detail in this suit!

But as big as my boobs were, my butt was awesome. It protruded as much to the rear as my boobs did in front! I was enormously wide, and wondered to myself how I'd sit in a chair! I had the biggest hourglass figure in the world. I would be a great clown!

(Giggle)

A tape measure hung on the wall, and I struggled to measure myself. After some effort, I found I had a 95" bust and 85" butt. I measured my waist at 20", but somehow I never noticed that my waist had shrunk from its normal 29" size. I was so fuzzy.

'Are you ready? Come out here.” Clara commanded. I reached over my boobs and drew back the curtain and walked out, brushing the doorframe on each side. "What do you think?” I asked Clara.

"Well, you are a little small, but I think it's a great start!" she beamed. "Now - let's pick a costume!" She headed off to the rack and I waddled behind her. (Giggle) I was having a harder and harder time walking and keeping my balance, but tried to keep up.

In a few short minutes she had me outfitted in a set of ruffled bloomers with more then twenty petticoats, and a set of red and white striped socks that rose up and actually covered my enormous butt! A blue polka dot baby-doll dress went over the top of it all, making my enormous boobs seem even larger. As Clara directed me to a chair (without arms!), I sat and contemplated how much my butt projected over the edges as she placed a pair of 26" long Mary-Janes on my feet, in yellow. She asked me to stand.

"What do you think?” Clara asked, as she turned a wall-sized mirror to face me. I looked at the vision in the mirror and was speechless.

Except for the face on the person in the mirror that was clearly mine, I had become a ridiculous, exaggerated, corpulent clown. I turned this way and that, admiring myself and thinking how good I looked (which was odd - I usually liked how I looked as a girl, not a clown?!) (Giggle) Even as I turned, by boobies brushed the mirror and I felt a tingle in my chest. Although I realize now this was unusual, I didn't seem to notice it at the time.

"Oh Clara, I am a beautiful clown!” I exclaimed, my voice almost squealing. Had I been paying attention, I would have noticed it had risen in pitch a bit. "It's better than I could have hoped!" I would be the perfect clown for the party!

"But, Clara, what about my face?” I pouted. After all, a clown has to have a ridiculous face and hair.

"I've got just the thing,” Clara pointed out. "Come over here and recline in this chair," she invited. I did as I was directed.

As I settled myself into this larger-than-normal chair, I watched myself in the mirror. Strangely, as I walked the thirty feet from the dressing room to the makeup chair, I had found it easier to walk with my clown shoes, although I had begun to waddle even more exaggeratedly. Still, as I settled in this oh-so-plush chair, I giggled at watching how my body stuck out from the sides of the chair, and how my little boobies took up almost all my chest. I wanted to scratch an itch on one elbow, but was having a hard time reaching it with my other hand. Too bad my boobies are so small, I thought.

Clara positioned what looked to be a 1950-s style hair dryer over my head, and activated it to a low thrumming. "This will fix your hair right up,” she advised, " while I work on your face." With that, she opened a chest full of various makeup items, and began selecting among the clown noses for me.

"Let's see - I think this is about right,” she said, and turned toward me with the biggest, reddest, roundest clown nose I think I had ever seen! I have seen a lot of clowns, but I had never seen a nose this big. "Wow! What a nose" I giggled. I settled back even further in the chair, in total comfort in this new body. It felt too GOOD! I reveled in feeling my huge butt and boobies, and wondered how to be a funny clown.

"Now, hold still and let me get some adhesive,” Clara intoned. "This will feel quite natural, just like your new clown body, and should make you a very funny clown indeed. Now close your eyes…" she said. I closed my eyes, and seeming drifted off to sleep for what seemed like only a few seconds. The last thing I remember it Clara's fingers placing this enormous nose on my own……..

Gradually I awoke, and was briefly disoriented by a red ball in my field of vision. As I reached to scratch it (and hit it far earlier than I planned) I remembered Clara's placing it on my face. She was right! It felt quite natural! In fact, as I felt for a seam, I couldn't tell where it joined my own face. I was beginning to wonder what I looked like, as Clara was still working on my face and blocking my view of the mirror.

"Now - I think that does it! You are indeed a funny clown! You should be the hit of the party!" Clara was positively beaming! "I think this is my best work! Ready for a look?" she asked.

I nodded my head, unaccustomed to the shaking and quivering of this new nose on my face, and the resultant jiggles in my boobies and butt. "Yes - I want to be a clown! Please show me!" I pleaded. (Was my voice still higher?) With that, Clara backed away from my field of vision and I saw myself in the mirror.

To say I was a clown is an understatement. To say I looked ridiculous doesn't cover it. To say I would be the funniest clown that night was close, but still can't capture it. I had been completely transformed.

My face was still my face, but it was as if I was born to be a clown. Once I got over the shock of seeing that enormous nose on my face (and the huge nostrils on either side of it), I started to examine the detail of my new 'look.'

I don't know how Clara did it, but my eyebrows (which I kept so carefully trimmed) had been arched into a high sweeping arch over my eyes. As I turned my head from one side to the other, I kept imagining my eyebrows had become red McDonalds Golden Arches on my face. But that wasn't all. White clown makeup highlighted my eyes, which had grown the longest lashes I had ever seen - they must have measured more than an inch! They were full and lush, and fluttered when I blinked my eyes. When I reached to touch them, I felt no trace of adhesive. Clara was certainly good!

Below my nose (which dominated my face (goody) my lips seemed to have become plumper, yet were outlined as a traditional clown's mouth. Still feminine and shaped like an exaggerated version of my own lips, there was a definite clown smile as part of my new face. (Giggle) My skin positively glowed, although with a radiant peach color.

But that wasn't all! As Clara pulled the dryer off my head, my new red curly locks spilled out of the dryer - a perfect clown 'do! Covered in wide and gentle curls, by head was a mass of red - wild and silly. I was amazed.

"Clara - how did you do this?” I asked, wondering why my voice was reaching for higher octaves.

"It's magic, my dear. I love bringing people their dearest wish to be a clown. It's my gift to you." Clara smiled gently and patted me on the shoulder - but as she brushed my boobies, a jolt went through me. That's odd, I thought.

"But - I have one more surprise for you" Clara said. "The piece de resistance - and something to make you a truly unique clown." She pulled back my hair from my ears for me to see.

I couldn't believe it - my ears had grown! Now twice the size that my ears had been, they stuck straight out from my head! I had huge clown ears!

"Oh Clara, you've made me so happy! I will be such a funny clown tonight!" I was giddy with delight! (Giggle) I squirmed around in the chair and felt the smooth fabric of the chair against my butt, and the taught fabric of my baby doll dress against my little boobies. I was in heaven. I never stopped to notice that this was a bit odd until later. I was in giggly delight as I gazed at the clown in the mirror, butt sticking out from the chair, boobs sticking out from my chest, and the biggest nose I could imagine.

Clara helped me out of the chair.

"Now, dear, why don't I send your clothes back to your hotel and you can have fun and go straight to your party tonight? She asked.

"Sure" I giggled. I didn't want to wait being a clown for a minute. "What do I owe you for all this trouble?"

She quoted a modest sum, and I struggled to get my purse up over my boobies where I could see it, and then to get my wallet out of my purse and hand over a credit card. It took several tries, because I couldn't see around my new nose and got the wrong card several times. As Clara handed me my receipt and card, I bent forward and my boobies and I fell on the counter as I reached forward to sign the bill.

"Now you are getting into the spirit,” Clara said. "Clowns as exaggerated as you have to be clumsy, too!" she directed.

No problem there, I thought. There's a lot of me here to be clumsy with! Clara helped me right myself and placed my purse on my clothes. "Would you like anything before you go?" she inquired.

"Yes - I would like en teensy glass of water' I said

DeDe the Clown By Mikey Vincent (Clown, BE, MC) Here's an old clown TF story I found laying around my hard drive. It's weird but also fun!
#FemaleClownTransformation

DeDe the Clown

By Mikey Vincent

Deanna was in need of a change. As she pulled into a parking space in the strip mall, she studied her reflection in her rearview mirror. Tan skin, blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, her slender neck led to modest, B-cup breasts, a slim waist, a pert bottom, and long sexy legs. By anyone else’s standards she was a total babe.

That was the problem.

Sure she loved the sun and the beach and staying in shape, but in terms of looks, she looked like every other beach girl. She wanted to stand out, to be the center of attention. For all eyes to be on her when she entered a room.

That’s when she came across an ad in the paper:

“Want to be noticed? Want to STAND OUT? Want to be someone new?

One Week Only!

Free Makeovers by Stacey

You’ll be guaranteed to leave with a smile!”

That was exactly what she was looking for. She got out of her car and walked to the salon entrance. She was wearing her best designer jeans and a low-cut tank top. (‘Even if It was just a salon visit, why shouldn’t she look nice?’ She thought earlier)

“This better be worth it,” sighed Deanna, in her husky voice. Some people said she sounded like Scarlett Johannson.

A bell chimed as she walked through the door. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw a receptionist’s desk and a few chairs. She didn’t see anyone, so she called out,

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

“I’ll be out in just a minute!” a voice shouted from the back. “Just make yourself comfortable!”

As she looked around the salon, she was surprised how empty the room was. The walls were lined with doors, which looked like changing stalls and storage closets. At the center of the room sat a single salon station. There sat an oversized salon chair, a full length mirror on either side, and a standard lighted mirror in the center, the table in front of it scattered with different items: hairspray bottles, brushes, blow dryers, etc. She also noticed a large cart, it almost looked like a toolbox you would find in someone’s garage. She went to take a closer look when she felt a tap on her shoulder; she jumped a bit as she turned around. Standing there was a tall, slender woman, in her late twenties. She was pretty, dressed in a smart white pantsuit with sensible flats, her black hair kept chin length in a sensible style. She had an average body, nothing too outstanding, maybe even a bit on the skinny side.

“Oh! Did I scare you? Sorry about that, I was just taking a little break. I’m Stacey.”

“Hi, I’m Deanna, I saw your ad and I was wondering if you had any openings today. I’m sorry about snooping around your stuff I—“

“Oh nonsense! I don’t mind people who take an interest in my craft! I just so happen to have some free time before my next appointment! There’s a changing room in the back, go ahead and get out of those clothes and put on one of the robes, I’ll just get everything ready here.”

Deanna stripped down to her bra and panties, and almost as if Stacey was watching, shouted out,

“Bra and panties too! Don’t want anything getting ruined!”

For some reason, Deanna didn’t think twice and stripped all the way down. She put on the robe and went back to the main room, leaving her clothes behind. As she took a seat in the salon chair and she was surprised at how large it was. ’It must be for oversized customers too, everything is so PC these days.’ She thought to herself. She also noticed the mirrors were covered.

Stacey just finished locking the door and closing the blinds in the front windows.

“Don’t want anyone interrupting our session!” She said with a smile. “Now, you mentioned you saw my ad, what exactly did you want to do today?”

“Well, I’m sick of looking like every other blonde beach girl in town, I want to turn heads, I want to be noticed, I want to STAND OUT!” she paused for a second, surprised at how excited her answer was.

“Well! I definitely like your attitude, I think what you need is a complete makeover! Top to bottom, I’m talking the works!”

“Oh that sound’s great! Please, Stacey, I’m in your hands, do whatever you like!”

“That’s just the response I was looking for. When I’m done, I think you’re going to make a very BIG impression on everyone! Let’s get started!” She turned Deanna away from the mirrors, “Don’t want to ruin the surprise!”

She wheeled over the giant cart from earlier and opened it up. Inside was the largest makeup supply ever! Not even Hollywood makeup artists had this much at their disposal.

“Now this is some makeup I have developed on my own. It’s not for sale yet because I can’t find a distributor for it, but the effects are amazing. This is why I’m giving free makeovers so I can have some customers when it does hit the market. It’s mainly for film use, because it is kinda thick… but would you like to try it?”

“Sure, why not? I mean it should come off pretty easily if I don’t like it right?”

“I suppose, if you don’t like it…” Stacey replied suspiciously, but Deanna thought nothing of it. “Now, this is a base coat. I’m going to cover most of your face so everything else will… stick.”

With each stroke of the brush, Deanna’s once bronze skin became whiter and whiter, till her entire face, even her eyelids, lips, and eyebrows were pale white. Next, Stacey reached for a tube of mascara. With each stroke, Deanna’s lashes grew thicker and longer, until her lashes were almost comically long, and fluttered every time she blinked. The added weight of her new lashes made it hard for Deanna to open her eyes fully, giving her ‘bedroom eyes.’

“Oh yes! That looks great! Let’s keep going!” She grabbed an eyebrow pencil and began to draw in Deanna’s eyebrows. With each stroke, Deanna’s old brows faded away, and were now replaced by swooping arches, with one cocked higher than the other, when coupled with her new lashes, gave Deanna a sexy ‘come hither’ look. She then put the pencil to right above Deanna’s lips, giving her a beauty mark. No reason, just an extra touch that ended up looking great on her.

Stacey grabbed a couple shades of eyeshadow in a wide variety of colors, filling in the space between her lashes and her eyebrows, till her eyes were an explosion of blues, greens, and purples. On anyone else it would have looked silly, but it somehow worked for Deanna’s rapidly changing look.

Next, she pulled out a tube of lipstick, fire engine red. Deanna gave a quizzical look, the first sign of resistance throughout this whole process. But Stacey was quick to resolve that.

“Now Deanna, you said you wanted to stand out. You’re gonna have to trust me on this, but I promise you’ll love the new look.”

Deanna’s worries faded away as she relaxed back into her chair. ‘Stacey has been so nice to me so far, how rude of me to question her.’ She thought to herself, and from then on resolved to just trust Stacey.

Stacey smiled, as she saw the resistance slip away from Deanna’s eyes. As she slathered on the lipstick, Deanna felt her lips tingle. What she didn’t notice was that with each swipe, her lips swelled more and more, puffing up past Angelina Jolie dimensions and showing no signs of stopping.

At this point, with her sultry eyes, and pouty lips, Deanna was quickly transforming from blonde beauty to a caricature of femininity. Stacey could not stop smiling as she turned to the cart for some blush. Deanna couldn’t help but notice Stacey’s butt straining the bottoms of the pantsuit. ‘Funny, I didn’t notice Stacey having a little ‘junk in her trunk.’ She thought with a shrug. Turning back around, Stacey brushed away a strand of her shoulder length wavy brown hair.

“Are you enjoying this so far? I know I am. We can stop if you’d like.” Stacey asked.

“Oh no! Please keep going! Whatever you’re doing feels great! I’m excited to see how I turn out!” Deanna replied excitedly, anxiously squirming in her seat.

“Okay, then! I’m almost done with your makeup, then we can move on to your hair and body!”

“My body?” Deanna asked, pursing her plump lips, almost causing Stacey to giggle.

“Of course Deanna! Remember, I said we’re doing a COMPLETE makeover! Now actually, hold that pout for me while I add some blush!”

With each stroke of the brush, Deanna’s cheekbones became more and more prominent. When Stacey put the brush down and stepped back to take a look, she couldn’t help but smile as Deanna ended up being unable to stop pouting, as the makeup reshaped her face and bone structure. Deanna now looked like she was always ready for a kiss.

“Okay! I think we’ve covered the face, let’s move on to the hair!” Stacey said as she walked to back to her workstation. Deanna definitely noticed Stacey’s larger hips adding an exaggerated sway to her walk, and her large, heart shaped behind threatening to burst through her red polka dotted pantsuit as her two inch heels clacked on the tile floor. She returned with a strange bottle of liquid, bright pink, almost glowing. She sat down on a nearby stool and showed the bottle to Deanna.

“Now this is a special concoction I whipped up, it’s basically waterless shampoo and conditioner! It will add some extra body to your hair while introducing a deep conditioner directly to your scalp. Care to give it a go?”

“Sure!”

“Now this next step does take a while so can I get you anything while I’m working?” Asked Stacey

“Actually, I’m a little thirsty, do you have any water?”

Stacey frowned, in mock disappointment. “I’m sorry Dee, actually I’m all out. But I do have a smoothie I picked up on my break. Would you like it? I’m probably not going to drink it; I always buy the largest ones for some reason. It’s strawberry, my favorite!”

Deanna perked up, “I LOVE strawberry! Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“Oh! By all means, let me go get it from the front desk. You sit tight!” She said as she swayed to the counter, her ample bottom jiggling with each click of her four-inch pumps and her mid-back length auburn hair swaying in rhythm.

What Deanna didn’t know was that this drink was meant for her. Another one of Stacey’s creations, it had a special blend of ingredients that would change Deanna entirely, one could say she would be a different person.

As Stacey clicked back to the workstation, Deanna noticed Stacey’s top few buttons of her polka dotted jacket were undone, exposing Stacey’s C-cup cleavage in a tasteful manner. As Stacey handed her the cup, she also noticed Stacey’s ¾ inch long nails, as red as the polka dots of her outfit. She thanked Stacey for the drink and wrapped her overinflated lips on the strangely out of place crazy straw. As the pink drink coursed its way through the loops, she could swear the drink was almost glowing. As the smoothie finally made it into her mouth, she was greeted with an explosion of flavor!

“Wow Stacey! This is delicious!” exclaimed Deanna, her voice an octave higher.

“Glad you like it Dee! Now sit back and enjoy while I get to work.” Stacey said as she applied a liberal amount of her special chemical to Deanna’s hair.

As Stacey worked the chemical into Deanna’s scalp, she could see Deanna’s body begin to relax more and more. The chemicals in the shampoo, combined with the smoothie, began to alter Deanna’s mind. Before long, Deanna would cease to be. Stacey paused for a second from her scalp massage and clicked away, out of Deanna’s sight. She wheeled over and positioned what looked to be a 1950’s style hair dryer over Deanna’s head, and activated it to a low thrumming.

"This will activate the chemical in the shampoo and fix your hair right up, Dee.” she advised.

A very relaxed Deanna could only nod her head as she drifted further and further away. What she didn’t know was that the dryer was rigged to emit subliminal messages that would help further Deanna’s transformation. As she absentmindedly sipped her delicious beverage, she began to feel tingly. All her thoughts and concerns were drifting away, as carefree as the drink made its way through each loop of the crazy straw. Slowly, her ideals of looks and body image were being replaced with those of Stacey’s specifications. One key word that kept on repeating in the messages was ‘BIG.’

Soon her hair began to grow. Slowly at first, but then more and more rapid with each minute. Her once straight, naturally golden blonde hair was exploding into thick, platinum blonde ringlets, gaining more and more volume. Soon her thick, golden locks were spilling out of the bottom of the dryer and creeping further and further down the back of her chair. The growth only slowed as the hair began to pool on the floor, an alluring cascade of platinum blonde curly perfection. The added weight of this expanse of hair made it difficult for Deanna to keep her head up. The rhythmic thumping and warmth of the dryer combined with her and her relaxed state, and soon Deanna was dozing off, still absentmindedly sipping her giant pink beverage.



*DING!*

Deanna woke with a yawn and a stretch.

“Oh my goodness! I must have fallen asweep!” Deanna said. Gone was her smoky, sultry voice, now replaced by a sex-kitten whisper, high-pitched and breathy, even a bit childish. She didn’t even notice. In her hand, she still held the now empty cup. She had consumed all the contents in her dreamy daze.

“Oh good, DeDe you’re awake! You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you!” Stacey said, swaying back over to her half-awake project. If Deanna still had her senses about her, she would notice the woman before her was nothing like she was when she first arrived.

Gone was the slender, sharply dressed business woman. Before her was a bombshell. Starting from the bottom, she was perched on seven-inch white heels, leading up to perfect calves and thick, womanly thighs. These were the definition of ‘gams,’ which led to her wide hips and generous derriere looking like they were poured into her white satin pants, decorated with bright red hearts in a polka-dot pattern. This led up to a thin waist making way to her ridiculous bust. EE-cup breasts were pressed and pushed up, threatening to spill out of her too-tight jacket, which matched the pants, and her white lace bra peeking out . Her fingers sported 1 ½” red talons, and her hands and wrists were adorned with multiple gold rings and bracelets, the jingling adding to her attention-getting walk. This led up to slender shoulders and a graceful neck, adorned with gold necklaces. Her face was anything but subdued. Red pouty lips (although not as pouty as Deanna’s!) a pert, little nose, sultry, smoky eyes, and elegant eyelashes and eyebrows completed her look. Her ears sported two large gold hoops in each ear, that clinked when she walked. All of this was capped off by her hair! Big, curly red hair flew out in all directions, flowing all the way down to her outrageous backside. She was made up to gain attention. As she stepped, something on her, whether it be her hair or body, or jewelry, was constantly moving.

Her hair was bouncing, her huge tits swaying and jiggling in a sexy way, even her big ass bounced as she teetered up to the anxiously waiting Deanna.

“Oh my gosh!” said Deanna in her new breathy voice. “Miss Stacey! You are beeeeeauuutifulll!”

Stacey couldn’t help but laugh at how childish Deanna sounded. She was almost done.

“Oh, so you like the way I look?”

“Oh yes! I would LOVE to look like you! You’re so beautiful and bouncy and pretty and your hair and your clothes and and—“

“Haha, okay, calm down DeDe! What if I told you I COULD make you look like this? What if I told you I could make you look any way you want? Would you like that?”

“OH YES! Yes Miss Stacey! I would love that so much!”

“What would you change about yourself?”

“I want to be BIG! Big everything! I want everyone to notice me! I want everyone to stare at me, I want to be the center of attention!”

“I think I can take care of that.” She said as she lifted the dryer off of Deanna’s hair. As the hood lifted, a waterfall of curly, platinum hair spilled out, tugging Deanna’s head back a little bit. “Well, we have your hair and makeup done, now all that’s left is your body! Follow me to the changing rooms!”

“Oh, goody goody goody!!!” Deanna said as she jumped up, she stumbled a bit as she was getting used to her now long hair.

Stacey looked back and smiled at her work. From the neck down, she was still a pretty, tanned, average girl, but from the neck up, she was a vision! Clown makeup, exaggerated facial features, ridiculously long hair, she was a Ringling Brothers Lady Godiva! Deanna gathered her hair in her hands, not even realizing how drastic this change was, and scampered up to Stacey, who was standing by a room marked

“De-Tanning Room”

“But Miss Stacey, I’m already tan!”

“Silly DeDe, this is the DE-Tanning room! Everyone is tan these days, how are you going to stand out if you look like everyone else. When you’re finished here, you’ll be as far away from tan as possible!”

“Well, okay Miss Stacey!” Dede dropped her robe without a second thought, piled her hair in a big mass on top of her head, with a little help from Stacey, and entered the room.

Inside was what looked like a stand-up tanning bed. As the door closed behind her, the room was lit up with black lights, emitting a cool blue glow. A nozzle came up from the ground and began to rotate around her body and legs. A white mist began to spray Deanna, and before long, her entire body was glowing in the black light, covered in the warm white spray.

As soon as it had started, the process had ended. Deanna emerged to a waiting Stacey. From top to bottom she was pale white, matching her already made up face.

Stacey clasped her hands in glee, her bracelets and rings jingling wildly, “Oh goodness! You turned out better than I hoped! Let’s keep going!” As she swayed to the next room.

Deanna saw Stacey now walk in an exaggerated fashion. Gone was the confident, business-like stride, now Stacey walked exaggeratedly femininely. Palms turned out and down, her feet one in front of the other, exaggerating her already outrageous sway even more. ‘Golly, I sure do wish that I look half as good as she does when I’m done. She must get attention everywhere she goes!” Thought Deanna, obviously in a new frame of mind.

They came to a changing room, much like the first room Deanna entered when she started this strange journey.

“Now then,” Said Stacey, her hands on her hips in a mock-authority stance. “We’re almost done. I picked out some clothes for you to wear. Now, you’re gonna have to trust me, but these will DEFINITELY get you noticed, and I think you’ll find that BIG look you’ve been wanting! Now scoot!” She said playfully as she patted the girl’s perky, bare bottom. ‘That’s the last time her butt will ever be that small!’ Stacey thought to herself with a knowing smirk. Deanna was a fit of giggles and squeals as she headed into the room, shutting the door behind her.

As she entered the changing room, she cooed at her clothing choices. ‘Oh Miss Stacey has such good taste! I’m going to be the center of attention for sure!’

She picked up the panties first. They were a frilly number, full of lace and ruffles. They were also monstrously huge. Deanna didn’t even think twice and slid them on. As they snaked up her slender legs, they began to tingle. Her legs began to grow, thickening her thighs and calves into womanly proportions, but they didn’t stop there. They passed the point of healthy and settled on just plain thick. Her once slender legs, from days of swimming and surfing, were now like tree trunks, but had the right amount of softness to them. As the panties settled on her bottom, her butt met the same fate as her legs. Gone was her small, perky butt, now each cheek was more and more rotund. Her once pert, round bottom was swollen and soft, and as it got larger it got progressively lower, and yet still not a blemish was on her. Her ass grew and grew, until they met the panties, the ruffles stretched across her new expanse, drawing attention to the sheer size.

She loved it! She ran her hand over her pale white thigh and playfully slapped her new bottom, sending ripples throughout it without showing any signs of stopping.

Next was her bra. It matched the panties with both the lace and frills, but also the size. She squealed with joy as she snapped it on. As she completed the final clasp, she fell to the bench as a sensation of feelings overcame her. Her large behind made a fun ‘slap’ as it hit the leather, but Deanna didn’t even notice. She was to overcome with the sensations on her chest. She squirmed as her breasts exploded to meet the size of the bra, filling each and every inch of the bra, even overflowing it a bit as her breasts pushed together in a pillowy cleavage. As she struggled to get up, her arm brushed her nipple through the fabric and she almost fell back over! ‘Goodness! My boobies sure are sensitive! *Tee-hee!*’

She turned and pouted in concentration at the other items. She picked up a pair of stockings, they were pink and white, with vertical stripes running down them. She struggled to look past her new MM- cup breasts to put her feet in the stockings. They slid perfectly up her thick legs and stopped at the top of her thighs. She turned this way and that, trying to look at her new gams past her breasts and large bottom. She slid on some bright pink bloomers, which accented her stockings perfectly, and were tight enough that you could see her ruffles from her panties through them.

Next up were the shoes. She found a pair of nine inch platform heels, size 22EE. Without a second thought she slid her dainty feet into them, and like clockwork, her feet ballooned to fit the shoes perfectly. The added angle of the heels caused her to push her breasts and butt out even further, but she found that somehow it improved her balance.

Finally there was the dress. It was bright pink and white, like everything else, and had big lips printed in a pattern all over it. As she shimmied into the dress, she giggled at how short it was. It stopped right at her hips, and the built in petticoats were so stiff it stuck out on all sides, giving anyone who wanted a very generous view of her generous backside. The top was cut very low, giving onlookers a full view of her expansive cleavage. She found a pair of white gloves in the front of the dress, but they only had four fingers. She slid them on, not thinking twice, her middle and ring finger fusing together, but not providing any discomfort.

She was absolutely giddy as she clomped out of the dressing room. Even with her giant feet and outrageous figure she glided through the salon like she was on a catwalk. Stacey was waiting at the salon chair for her.

“Oh DeDe! You look incredible! Come, have a seat and we’ll do some finishing touches!”

Dede sashayed over to the chair and had a seat. The once oversized chair now fit her figure like a glove, like it was made for her. She looked over at Stacey, who had changed again.

Her hair was bigger, if possible, a wild mane of bright red curls, matching the red hearts on her silk pantsuit. Her breasts had grown some more, but no where as close as Deanna’s and her hips had widened some more. If Stacey had an hourglass figure, Deanna had to have had two hours!

“Now DeDe, I’m going to let you in on a secret.” Stacey said as she let down Deanna’s mass of curls and began to style it. “The changes I’ve made today are very special. You came in wanting a change. You wanted to be noticed. You wanted to be the center of attention. You wanted to be BIG.” She reached for some bright pink ribbons from her cart and began to put Deanna’s hair in bunches. “I provided those changes for you. Hopefully you like them, I think you will. Would you like to see the new you?”

“Oh yes! Yes Miss Stacey! PLEASE! I can’t wait to see what you’ve done!”

“Very well, stand up and take a look.”

Deanna squirmed out of the chair and stood at the mirror as Stacey dropped the sheets. She could not believe what she was seeing.

Extra large, pink platform heels, thick, pink and white striped stocking-clad, gams led to thick thighs, her ruffled and pantied enormous bottom and wide hips curved into a narrow waist, leading up to cartoonishly huge boobs. Her face was a vision of sensuality and caricature. Her massive blonde curls were parted into two large pigtails, cascading down both sides of her head, forming a platinum blonde aura. Her ridiculous dress, gloves, and overall look provided one conclusion. She was a CLOWN!

“Oh my god! I’m a, a—“

“Yes, you can say it, a clown!” Said Stacey as she walked up behind Deanna, who noticed Stacey’s final change.

Stacey had completed her changes. Her skin was pale white, her lips, by now inflated into a parody of sexuality, were pulled tight, revealing large and shiny white teeth. The makeup on her face gained small touches, little hearts at the corners of her eyes and lips and her nose was replaced with a big red clown nose. Her hair was now a bright red afro, her pantsuit had become baggy while still accentuating her proportions. Big red hearts were plastered all over the suit, including two large ones over her breasts and a VERY large one over her bottom. Her heels had grown to match Deanna’s and she ran a hand, along Deanna’s neck and kissed her cheek.

“Think of it, a clown is the ULTIMATE attention getter! And the way I made you, you’ll be the best clown ever! “ She ran a hand down to Deanna’s bottom, her 2” long red nail tracing the ruffles.

Deanna was torn. Gone was the slender, tanned blonde athlete, replaced with this exaggerated tribute to femininity. She was so attracted and turned on by what she saw.

“Join me, be a clown with me, think of how good it feels. I’ll leave it up to you,” Stacey said as she handed Deanna a bright pink sphere. A clown nose. “All you have to do is put the nose and the changes are complete. If not, we’ll clean you up, and you can go back to being same old Deanna.”

Deanna held the nose in her four-fingered gloved hand. She looked at what she had become. The pouty lips, the big hair, the big curves. Was this what she wanted? Should it feel this good? She spent what felt like a lifetime looking at her new reflection.

“Very well,” Stacey said, as she turned and clicked away on her heels. She began to pack up her cart when she was spun around by Deanna wearing the clown nose.

“Oh Miss Stacey! Of course I’ll be a clown with you! Thank you so much! This is just what I wanted!” She squealed as she kissed Stacey on the lips, their noses squeaking as they touched.



Two weeks later…

Kayla was sitting at Starbucks flipping through the paper.

“Stood up again, what a surprise. When are things going to change for me?” She sighed. She got up and picked up the paper to throw it away when an insert fell out. She picked it up and read the ad:

“Want to be noticed? Want to STAND OUT? Want to be someone new?”

The Storefront (#Clowns? #BE , #Butt , #Personality ) by darkdonny
#Clownification #FemaleClownTransformation

I have been posting a series of transformation fiction on deviantArt called "Clowntopia" which is a simple concept that beyond our world there are several alternate realities. One of these is called Clowntopia, and the doorway to this reality is located in the back of an old Joke shop. The people that find themselves there don't stay the same for very long. Someone who read this on DeviantArt suggested I post it here, so I figured I'd test the waters with the first story I ever wrote in the series. Please be adviced. It is very strange. Clown transformation is a weird thing, I know, and not everybody likes it (espeically those with a fear of clowns) but If you like it, and wish me to post the rest of the stories, I would love to. I love this place, and I hope I'll be able to contribute with this series and even more.

Clowntopia: The Storefront

Jennifer stared at the sign that hung above the door to the shop she had never seen before. Being in a popular beach town, new shops sprung up all the time, but this one looked, for lack of a better word, old. Old, as if it had been there for years, and yet, she, who had lived there all her life, had never ever seen it. The old wooden sign above the door swung in the open air read in gold letters "Chuckle's Joke Shop. "

"Joke Shop" she said to herself with curiosity in her voice. "This should be interesting."

She opened the door which instead of ringing a bell, honked a loud horn. She peered into the store, not knowing what to expect. She then walked in and saw shelves going down the length of the very long shop.

"Hello?" she said, trying to judge who was inside the store, if anyone. She looked around, not really seeing anyone as she let the door close, which let out another loud honk.

"Oh Hello there!" said a friendly male voice. Suddenly a man popped up from behind the checkout counter. He wore a friendly painted on smile, his skin was pale as snow, his cheeks were dotted with red, and his hair was a bright blue.

"Welcome to Chuckle's Joke Shop! I am Chuckles. How may I help you?" he smiled.

"Uh, I was just…looking. I saw the shop and, well, got curious." Jennifer said.

He smiled, his painted lips stretching thin. "Well, curiosity is the best thing for a girl your age. My Shop offers wonders for all ages" he said as he fiddled with three brown plastic cups on his counter. "For example" he said as he lifted up the middle cup, revealing a small red plastic ball, about the size of ping pong ball. He then put the cup back down over the ball. "See if you can follow the red ball."

He then began to slide the cups back and forth, weaving them beside each other, getting faster and faster as he did. Jennifer thought she had a good grasp on where the ball was as she watched him move them around. Suddenly he stops and looks up at you smiling. "Where did it go?"

She looks down and taps the cup on the right, confident that she had followed its path to the right location. Chuckles grinned and lifted up the cup revealing no ball. "Good guess. Try again." He suggested. She then pointed to the cup on the left, which when lifted also revealed no ball.

"Wow, I thought I had that one" she laughed.

"Watch this" he said, lifting up the center cup, revealing that the ball wasn't there either…it had vanished!

"What do you have to say to that!" Chuckles laughed.

She merely looked at him, and then opened her mouth to speak, and was shocked to find that she had something in her mouth…she put her fingers in between her full lips and pulled out the ball.

"What the…How did you do that?" she asked, astonished.

"Magic, my dear. I specialize in Magic." He chuckled as he took the ball from her, cupped it in his hand, and with a quick jerk, the ball vanished again, this time into thin air.

"I don't believe you." She said still confused by this clown's trick.

"Most don't. Only a rare few really understand that what I do is real magic, and not some silly parlor trick." He sighed. "But if you aren't convinced, I am sure I can find something to really catch your interest. Do you like Clowns…like myself?" he said.

She looked at him strange for a second. "Well, I've never really thought of it, but if you are asking if clowns bother me, then no."

"Good. I think I have something that'll really entertain you. Let me go out back and see if I can find it…"

He left and Jennifer watched as he walked out, looking his strange colorful outfit over with a look of confusion.

"How did he do that?" she mumbled to herself. "You can't just make things appear out of thin air…it isn't possible. How did the ball…what the hell is this place."

She browsed the shelves, which ranged from the usual joke gifts one can find almost anywhere, like hand buzzers, flowers that squirt water, whoopee cushions, as well as clown costume pieces like round red noses, colorful outfits, and big shoes. She grabbed one of the clown horns and honked it, it emitting a very loud sound for such a small horn. She laughed and placed it back on the shelf. As she browsed she lost track of time, and didn't realize that an hour or so had passed from when Chuckles had left to find something. When she realized this she couldn't believe she had wasted an hour.

"I can't stay here all night" she said with a sigh as she looked around. "I should let him know that I'll come back another time"

She quickly made her way to the back of the store and passed through the yellow curtain that hung between the store and the back room. She noticed that it was oddly quiet. Oddly, the back room was completely empty, devoid of anything…no boxes of extra merchandise, no sign of an office or a safe…just an empty room with a single wooden door, which was slightly ajar. She walked over to the door

"Chuckles? Are you back there? I need to get going. I'll…" she said as she slowly opened the door, but what happened next took her breath away. The door creaked open, and instead of the outside of the store or another room, all she saw was a bright wall of swirling colors, like a spinning rainbow trapped in the doorway. She couldn't believe it. It was so beautiful and so…tempting. She had to touch it. She reached her hand up to it and was shocked when her hand went right through the colors, as if they were a waterfall. She pulled her hand back quickly. She stared at the colors for a second, then put both hands into the rainbow wall, and like before, it was like passing through water…until she felt something pulling on her hands.

"What the hell?" she screamed as she tried to pull herself out, but it wasn't working. She tried her best and only found herself being pulled deeper into the wall of colors, and before she knew it, she had been totally pulled through it, and to her astonishment, she was now sliding down a large tube that shared the swirling colors of the doorway. She realized that no matter how impractical it was…she had fallen through a portal to somewhere completely different.

She screamed as the tunnel went on for what seemed like hours. She looked down at her jeans to see if the friction was tearing them , and she was relieved to see they were fine. Soon she saw a flat wall of colors coming up at the end of the tunnel, like the one back in the store, and she braced herself for the impact, which…never came. With little fanfare, she popped out on the other side of the colorful portal, and she looked around at what appeared to be the room she was in only moments ago, except there stood Chuckles.

"I was wondering when curiosity would get the better of you." He chuckled as he helped her up.

"What in the blue hell was that?" she shouted.

"Calm down, Jennifer" he said, causing her eyebrows to raise at the mention of her name, something she had never given him. "That was a portal."

"Two things. Number One!" she said, still heated "How do you know my name…and Number Two…a portal to Where?" she added as she put her hands on her slim hips.

Chuckles smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Like I said, Magic, my dear. Your name just came to me…and this…" he said motioning to the surrounding area "…is the back room of my store, The Clowntopia Branch."

"Clown-what-ia?" Jennifer said, mouth open wide.

"Clowntopia…the world where clowns come from. Another dimension…a much more colorful one, I might add" he said proudly as he lead her into the front of his store, which was a far cry from the store she had set foot in. Instead of the dram old stained wood, this was bright blue walls, with curved wood like one might see in a Dr. Suess book. The shelves this time were filled with far stranger items, including things that were labeled as potions and elixers, and several items that claimed to be real magic.

"So I found what I was looking for. Proof that the magic I speak of really doe exist…if that little journey was not proof enough." He smiled.

She frowned and looked at him. "Fine. What is it"

The man smiled " You sure you want to know?"

She goes to speak, when she realizes that he had once again made something appear in her mouth. She pulled it out to reveal a round pink rubber…clown nose.

"There we go. If you really want to know if magic exists, please, put the nose on." He suggested.

As if to prove him wrong, she does exactly that, wearing a smug smile on her face. The nose went on with no trouble, and she grinned.

"So…is that it? Is that the magic." She said.

"Hold your horses, it takes a second" Chuckles said as he watched for something. When he saw it, his painted smile twisted into a wide grin that almost frightened Jennifer.

She stared at him, but was soon distracted by a slight tingle in her nose area. She looked down and wondered what it was.

"Well, this has been fun, but…it's time to wrap this up. " she said, not really noting the slight nasally quality that had been added to her voice. She then went to remove the nose by pulling it off, but was met with a shock when it not only refused to budge, but it actually hurt. She then gasped when she felt the sensation of her fingers on the rubber ball of the clown nose. Somehow, it had become part of her face!

"What's a matter, there, Jen-Jen? " he laughed as he watched with pride as Jennifer started to become very pale…and then a step beyond, into pure white, like Chuckles himself. She held up her hands and gasped as she watched her normal healthy pink skin become chalk white.

"Stop This Now!" She said desperately, her voice sounding even more nasally.

"Sorry, can't" Chuckles said. "The nose sets things into motion, and I can't fix them until it's done."

Jennifer groaned as she felt strange tingling sensations moving throughout her body. She then watched in horror as her shirt started to push out due to the growth of her breasts. They started to fill out and plump up, going from their average B cup, to a DD in seconds, and then even more. She felt her t-shirt rip as the two boobs started bubbling outwards. She let out a tiny scream when she realized her ass was following suit, filling out quickly from pert little bottom, to bubble butt, to a plain plump ass. Her Jeans tore like they were paper, and she felt her hips expand to accommodate her new rear end. Her thighs started to get thicker too.

"What…are you doing to…me" she said with gasps of air escaping her.

"Proving my magic is as real as it gets" he said with a laugh. "it feels pretty real, doesn't it, Jen-Jen"

All she could do was nod, as she felt her face starting to reshape. Her lips, already pretty full, started getting thicker and curled into a painted on red smile. She reached up and felt them, and let out a tiny cry of fright. She then felt the tingle itch above her eyes, and reached up to feel her eyebrows vanish, only to be replaced with drawn on curly ones.

"I'm becoming a Clown!" she screamed as she looked in a nearby mirror to see her long raven hair start to curl and and become bright fire-truck red…

"and a very sexy one, at that!" Chuckles said, sounding very proud and amused with himself.

She watched the mirror as her feet started to stretch out, breaking free of the flip flops she was wearing and then growing to become very large. She then felt her toes tingle as they get a little thicker and wider, adding to their comical look.

"No! You have to change me back!" she said, begging as she watched her hands start to balloon up, getting thicker, and then the middle and ring fingers on each hand began to merge into one finger, leaving her with cartoon-like hands.

"Ah! My…this…Impossible" she gasped

"Still doubting?" he said as he walked over to her "I thought you might" he said as he grabbed her pink nose and gave it a squeeze, letting out a cartoonish honk, and then…suddenly things started to feel very fuzzy for her.

"Wha…did you do?" she mumbled as the room started spinning around her. "I wan…go…home."

"Home?" he asked.

"Home." She repeated.

"But…I thought this was your home, Jen-Jen."

"Home" she repeated, sounding very dazed, her voice going up in pitch, sounding almost childish.

"Yes, my dear, home. " he said, and the room stopped spinning. She looked around, and down at her partially naked body, and…giggled.

"Of course I'm home, Mr. Chuckles!" she laughed.

Chuckles grinned ear to ear as he let out a trademark chuckle. "Well, Jen-Jen, what can I do for you today?"

"I came for some new clothes…Got anything silly in?" Jennifer, now Jen-Jen the Clown, asked of her favorite shop keeper.

"Well, of course I do. Who do you think I am" he laughed as he led her over to a rack of clothing. After a few moments of digging, she found an adorable dress that fit her curvy body perfectly, as well as a pair of high heeled clown shoes that were, in her opinion, "abso-toot-a-loutly adorable!"

She wiggled her herself over to the counter and pulled out her pocket-book from the real world, which Chuckles grabbed quickly.

"Oh, Jen-Jen, still carrying that ugly thing. Here" he said as he handed her a pink one that had all of her identification for Clowntopia and clown money and everything inside. "It's on the house, just like your new outfit."

"Oh, Chuckles, you spoil me so!" she giggled, with a flick of her red curls. "Anything new come in that's worth checking out."

Chuckles smiled and pointed to a display in front of the cash register. A cardboard stand filled with packs of gum that all read "BuckTooth" on the label, and the picture was of a clown girl with overgrown front teeth, which made Jen-Jen giggle. "Oh, I'll take a pack of that too."

Chuckles handed her a pack, and watched her take a piece and begin to chew, and in seconds, the resulte was clear, as Jen-Jen smiled wide for him. He giggled at his new creation, standing there with curves from heaven, long red ringlettes, and an adorable pair of Buck Teeth.

"Oh, before you go, Jen-Jen, I wanted to ask you a question" he said.

"Of Cour-th-se you can" she lisped.

"Do you belive in Real Magic?"

"Why, Ye-th, I do. I mean, who doesn'th" she giggled.

"Come back anytime, Jen-Jen" he laughed as she opened the door.

"S-th-ee you S-th-oon" she laughed as she walked out, her hips wobbling back and forth as she stepped onto the streets of Clowntopia, not even noticing that it wasn't the world she grew up in or knew, but rather her new home.

Chuckles started out the window of his storefront, and giggled as she joined the crowds of clowns large and small walking down the street. She was truly at home now.

"Another Satisfied Customer" he chuckled .

Don't Make Me Laugh (#BE, #WG , #DG , #IQ , #Clown )
FemaleClownTransformation

posted some of my odd clown stories on the previous site, so I figured I'd try and post some here. This is the most risque story I've written, featuring sex and other naughty stuff. I hope you enjoy, even if it is a little…strange.



Don't Make Me Laugh

Written by Hugo Prosperio

Idea by matago

(Warning. This story contains heavy sexual content, a rarity amongst my stories. It also includes strange transformation fetish material, so if that ain't your cup of tea, please, feel free to move on. For those interested in Bimbo and Clown TFs, and other strange things, read on)

The sun was shining as Veronica James walked into her local police station. You see, Veronica loved her job as a police woman. She loved the power it gave her, and she was never afraid to show it. Most people that knew here would have described her as being cold. She walked in her long dirty blonde hair tied into a bun that was hidden under her uniform hat, and she grinned as she walked in. She loved that every man in the station would give anything to be with her, and she wouldn't give any of them an inch. She loved how much power it gave her over them.

"Hey, Ronnie" one of her fellow officers said to her as he passed. She grabbed him by his arm.

"I told you not to call me that. My name is Veronica." She said.

"Yeesh, what a grip. I'm sorry" he said as she let go, and he quickly moved away from her. She grinned as he walked away, knowing how much she had just bruised his ego. "Probably wanted to ask me out on a cheap date" she mumbled to herself.

"Officer James?" said the voice of one of her bosses. "You really aren't a people person, are you?"

She turned around to look at him. "No. I'm not. You've never complained about it before, Captain." She noted.

"True. It makes you a very effective cop, I'll admit…just take it easy on the guys around here. They don't bite, so you shouldn't either. Anyway, I am going to need you to do a few laps in your car today, keep an eye out for hooligans." He said.

She nodded and went to the locker room to grab her gear. A young male officer smirked. "Hey there, Veronica. How's it going?"

"Beat it, Kid" she snarled at him as she hooked her gun onto her slender waist.

"I'll take that as a no, then?" he said.

"Yes. Forever and a day…yes. It will always be a no, you little scumbag." She said as she left and headed out of the building.

"Someday, you'll come around. I'm the best you ever gonna get, girlfriend" he smirked. She turned around and slapped him in the face.

"That's the best YOU ever gonna get, asshole." She said as she stomped out and left the station.

"Some people never change" The Captain sighed as he sipped his coffee.



Veronica fumed as she drove down the street in her squad car. She couldn't believe how many assholes she worked with, and how stupid they all were. She sighed as she scanned the area for any trouble, when suddenly she spotted something. A VW Bug pulled over on the side of the road had smoke pouring out from the windows.

"Here we go. Some teenagers smoking something they shouldn't." She smiled. "This'll improve my mood"

She turned on her flashing lights, and just for kicks turned on the sirens as she pulled up behind the parked car.

"I'll let them squirm for a bit" she said with a slight derisive laugh. These were the moments when she thoroughly enjoyed her job. After a few moments, she turned off the sirens and got out of the car. She could hear noises coming from the parked car, noises that sounded like giggling. As she approached the vehicle, she overheard voices. A sugary sweet female voice laughed then said "Go on, keep smoking, it'l change your life"

She pulled out her baton and walked up and tapped it slightly against the door of the driver's side. The girl sitting in the driver's seat turned her head and smiled.

"Hello there, officer!" the girl said. Veronica looked her over, seeing a very fat girl in her twenties, long curly brown hair, rosy cheeks, and wearing what looked like a yellow sundress that was far too tight for her, showing off ample amounts of pudgy fat cleavage. She then glanced at the face, and beneath the gaudy makeup and double chin, she recognized the girl.

"Molly?" she said, letting out a surprised gasp. She had caught this girl many times trying to buy or smoke pot, but she was always thin on Veronica's memory. Something drastic had changed about her.

"Looks like all that weed gave you the munchies, huh?" she smirked.

"I guess so, officer…James" Molly said looking at the name tag. Molly didn't seem to remember her, but she smiled none the less. "How are you on this B. e. a. utiful day?"

"I'm fine. Now then, what might you and your friend" she said pointing at the young man in the passenger seat who had such pale skin he looked like a vampire. "…what might you be sampling today?" she added as she pointed at the joint in Molly's fingertips.

Molly giggled. "Well, Silly, this is Wacky Weed. It's really good. You want some?"

This caught Veronica off guard. She was used to seeing kids try to lie about what they were doing, but to outright say it, and then offer her some? She was stunned.

She quickly regained her composure and let out a trademark snort "Don't make me laugh. Young lady, that substance is quite obviously illegal, and I need you to hand it over this instant." She said.

"Like, what if I don't want to" she said as she took in a huge drag off the joint and blew the smoke towards Veronica, specifically that what was closest to her own eye level, Veronica's crotch.

"Hey! Don't make me rip you out of that car!" Veronica snarled, not noticing the slight tingle that had formed in her panties. Molly giggled and opened the car and stepped out, her green flip-flops smacking against the pavement as she did.

"Now then, give it to me, or things are going to get very bad for you, little missy" Veronica hissed.

Molly sighed. "Okay…If you insist. I'll give it to you." she then added as she took one last puff, and blew it in Veronica's face. The billow of smoke was so thick that Veronica lost track of everything. She coughed heavily and ended up inhaling a great deal of the smoke, which somehow tasted like cotton candy. She shook her head as the smoke dispersed, and she was shocked to find that Molly, her pale friend, and their VW Bug had disappeared, vanished into thin air.

"What in the fuck?" She blurted out, still coughing from the smoke. She shook her head, and was determined to find those little punks and bring them into the station.

"You are going to be so sorry, Miss Molly" she said, gritting her teeth as she climbed back into her squad car and took off, sirens blazing, towards the center of town.



Dusk approached the small town, and Veronica decided to call off her search for the hooligans in the yellow Bug. "They'll show up again…and when they do, they'll wish they'd never been born." She said to herself. She then scratched her nose, which had begun to itch over the last few hours. She pulled into the station and quietly moved to the locker room to put away her gun.

"Evening, Ronnie" said the officer who had tried to ask her out earlier in the day. She growled at him, but made no other attempt at getting her point across. She was tired, and wanted to get home.

She didn't have a real car of her own, because she lived just a block away from the station, so she walked home. She quickly moved down the street, passing a well dressed man in colorful clothing. She knew this to be the local pimp, though nobody had ever been able to take him down for any crimes.

"Well, hello there, Officer James." He smiled.

"Buzz off, Pervert" she said.

"Tsk Tsk, so much anger. I was just saying hello. Have yourself a good evening" he laughed.

"Listen, you smug prick, I am not one of your girls. One day, I'll see to it personally that your ass is firmly behind bars. Until then? Fuck Off." As she said the last two words, her voice jumped up a few octaves, catching her off guard. She covered her mouth and started walking away.

The pimp smiled. "You don't know what you are missing my dear. Oh well, have a good night."

She sighed loudly and trudged to her apartment building heading in, ready to crash for the night. Once inside her apartment, she turned on the light and slumped down onto her couch.

"God, what a weird day" she said, her voice still sounding a touch high to her own ears, but she just shook it off, blaming it on nerves. She then smelled herself, and sighed.

"God Damn, I still smell like that shit I got spewed on me by that punk-ass girl" she mumbled. It was true, her whole aroma smelled of Cotton Candy, a sugary sweet smell that lingered in the air. She got up and went over to her bathroom and stripped out of her uniform , and out of her underwear, which felt a tad tight to her for some reason. She shook that off as well, and turned on her shower, hoping to rid herself of the smell of sweets.

She got in, and felt the rushing hot water caress her naked form, and she began to relax. She then began to feel, well, very horny, to be blunt about it. She felt her lady parts tingle upon being touched with the water, and she let out a soft moan. It felt so good, so much more sensitive, it seemed, and she couldn't figure out why, but she wasn't going to ignore it. She soon found her hand moving to her crotch as it slowly caressed the lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes and softly let the sensations fill her world. She moaned loudly now as her fingers slipped in and out of her warm sex, and now the cotton candy smell that she was experiencing began to fill the room, and she didn't care. She was in ecstasy, and her she let her body slip to the floor of the shower and let the water soak over her while she masturbated for over an hour.

Her eyes flew open after two hours of soaking in the shower. She looked around and let out a sigh.

"I hate it when I do that" she said as she got up and turned off the water, and took a towel in her hand to dry herself off. She stepped out and wiped the fogged up mirror clean and stared at her reflection. She noticed her nose looked red, as if she had a cold or something, but she paid no attention to it.

She dried her hair, not noting how much frizzier it seemed as she headed into her bedroom and plopped down onto her bed, sighing. It had been a long day, and she was glad to see it over, but that shower was the perfect way to end it, she thought with a wide grin as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.



Her alarm blared through her bedroom as it went off. She groggily opened her eyes and glared at it. She turned it off and stepped out of bed, and proceeded to fall flat on her face as she tried to stand up.

"What the hell?" she asked herself as she finally got up. She couldn't figure out why she had fallen down, but had she been more alert, she might have noticed her breasts were now much larger, as was her ass, but she wasn't paying attention to these things, she knew she had to get ready for work and fast.

She hopped in the shower and felt the water rush over her, and she felt the urge to slide her hand into her wet sex, but was able to resist and get out and get back to her room to get dressed for what she felt was going to be a long day.

She grabbed a clean uniform and began to put it on, only to discover that both the pants, and the shirt were now very tight.

"Son of a bitch, it must have shrunk in the wash. Just my luck."

She sighed, and struggled to get it on, and was able to do so with a few tugs here and there.

"It'll have to do, this is the only clean one, I got" she said as she walked over to her mirror and to her shock and surprise, her hair was an utter mess. Fizzy and curling up into an unintended afro of sorts. She let out a small shriek and set to work trying to flatten it, to comb it, to do anything with it so it wouldn't look like such a bird's nest of a mess, but nothing seemed to be doing the trick. She glared at the mirror, noting her nose looked even redder than it did before she had gone to bed. Today seemed to be turning out to be the worst possibly day it could be.

"Why now? Why couldn't this happen when I go on vacation next month?" she said as she found her uniform hat and shoved it on tightly, doing her best to cover up the hair. She then slipped on her shoes for work, and discovered they too were tight.

"Oh, what the Christ?!" she stammered. "Am I turning into an elephant? God Damn it" she snarled as she threw her hands up and grabbed her things for work and headed out the door.



Walking to work was usually a breeze for Veronica, but today was, for some reason, quite the task. Every guy she saw on the street was turning her on in one way or another, and this was quite distressing to her. She was very glad not to see the pimp who had spoken to her last night, because she feared he too would have been in some way attractive to her on this strange morning, and she would not want to admit that. She passed one of her fellow tenants of her apartment building and he smiled weakly at her and continued on his way. She knew him to be a very shy man, and that too was very "hot" to her at the moment.

"Christ, Ronnie, get a grip" she said to herself, using the name she hated people calling her. She stopped. "What is getting into me?!" she gasped as she continued towards the station. "Today had better move quickly, or so help me…" she muttered.

Once inside the station, she started towards her desk area, which she rarely used, as she loved to be out on the street, but today, she felt it was probably a good idea to stay in, what with how strange her day had been. As she walked by one of the more attractive men in the station, she let out a girlish giggle, which displayed her higher voice. She covered her mouth and kicked herself mentally. Was she going mad? She could barely contain her libido, and it was driving her nuts. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she mumbled as she finally reached her desk and sat down.

The Chief walked by and noted her at her desk and laughed. "Well, hello, Officer James. Usually by now you are screaming at all the men and on your way out to your beat?"

She stared at him, and lust filled her body with an almost uncontrollable burst. She shook it off and looked up at him.

"I'm not feeling too hot today." She began, wincing at her higher pitched voice, which made her sound like a porn parody of a police woman. "So I figured I'd get some paperwork done."

"You don't sound good either." He said patting her on the shoulder, and the sex panther inside her wanted to pounce right then and there, but she was able to close her eyes and stop it for the moment.

"You sure you don't want to go home?" He asked. "We are fairly well staffed here at the station, and I am sure our fair city can get along one day without you."

She wanted to say yes, but something in her, perhaps her pride, made her stand firm. "No. Besides, you are always nagging me about this paperwork, might as well get it all wrapped up" she said with another girlish giggle. The Chief raised his eyebrows, but said nothing more as he walked away.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she gasped afterwards, and she knew for a fact her panties were now wet from her quivering sex, which was just aching to be touched. She started typing away at the computer at her desk, her mind not really on the task at hand. A few moments later, she went to review what she had typed and saw the following.

"In conclusion, I say that this case was SEX. I NEED SEX. SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX!"

She quickly erased it and held her head in her hands. She was going insane, she just knew it.

Something had happened to her, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew she needed to figure it out and put a stop to it. She then felt her nose tingle a bit, and she sneezed. She didn't pay attention to this, because, in her mind, she had bigger problems to worry about, but had she looked, she would have noticed the sneeze caused her nose to turn even more red and inflamed that it already was.

She stood up and walked to the locker room, desperate to find the one thing that was causing all these strange emotions to build in her. She noticed her shoes felt even more tight then they had when she left work and just chalked it up to the worst day ever.

"I must be sick, delusional, or something. I think I'll take tomorrow off" she sighed as she stared into the mirror in the locker room. She then noticed her hair was even frizzier under her uniform cap, and she ripped it off to try and re-arrange it, and to her horror, her hair was almost up in a fro style.

"What?! That's not possible!" she said, trying to pat it down, comb it with her fingers, but nothing would undo the frizzed mess of hair. She then noticed stripes of color going up each side, like the white in the Bride of Frankenstein's hair, but these were weren't white. They were hot pink, like cotton candy!

"I am dreaming. This is one big hallucination. That explains everything" she said as she shoved her hat back down on the mess of hair and sighed. As she turned to exit, she saw the face of the cop who had hit on her in the locker room the day before. She heard his voice in her head "I'm the best you ever gonna get, girlfriend" it said, and looking at him, right now, in her current state of mind, she could hardly argue with that statement.

"Well, hello, Officer James" he smirked. "Feeling a touch less cranky today, I hope?"

She tried to contain herself as she felt the monster inside of her roar, but it was too late. She grabbed him by the lapels of his uniform and shoved him up against the lockers, her hormones raging.

"I…take that as a no." he stammered as she looked him over and then braced himself for what he thought he knew was going to be her fist smashing into his face, but he got something much different. She took her lips, which were swollen and red, and placed them against his and began to kiss him passionately. He gasped at first, but then started kissing her back for a moment, before pushing her away.

"Wait a second. Is this some big joke, or something? What the fuck is up, Veronica!" he stammered.

"I am so fucking horny." She moaned. "I don't know why, I can't explain it…I've been like this since I woke up, but goddamn it, Harry, I want you in the worst way!" she said using his name for the first time he could ever remember. Usually she called him "kid" or "scumbag"

"Uh…are you sure about this?" he asked as he removed her hands from his lapels.

"Yeah." She said softly, biting her bottom lip, only aiding her sex-kitten porn star looks.

Harry smiled and pulled out a ring of keys. "Let's go to my office" he said. Harry had been put in charge of a new project at the department recently, and as such had been given a small office to work from. She smiled and followed him out of the locker room and down the hall.

As they walked, calmly, trying not to give anything away, one of Veronica's buttons burst off the chest area of her uniform. She gasped and placed her arms around her chest to hide her now exposed cleavage. Were her breasts getting larger? It seemed so, but that wasn't possible was it? Questions swirled in her mind as Harry unlocked his office door. They went in, and Harry, with a wide smile on his face, locked the door, thanking his lucky stars they hadn't installed the camera yet. As soon as the door was closed, Veronica's clothes were off. She slid out of them and giggled as she lied on his desk.

"Oh, Mr. Police Man, what ever are you going to do to me?" she giggled.

"Oh, Ma'am, I intend to interrogate you till you pass out" he laughed as he stripped down and got on top of her. Soon he was thrusting into her wet sex, which was dripping with anticipation. He pushed with reckless abandon, and soon, Veronica had her hands on his back, pushing him towards her, helping him go in and out.

After several moments, the man climaxed and Veronica did her best not to scream, instead moaning as loud as she could, and as she did, her slightly red nose inflated instantly into a large red clown nose. It hissed as it grew, and with a loud pop, it was officially part of her face. She was in such ecstasy that she didn't notice it. Harry didn't either as he got up and turned around to get dressed again.

She bit her lower lip, and let out a giggle as Harry got up and slid his pants back on. "Your butt looks good naked!" she laughed.

"Haha, Now that was fun…see I told you I was the…" he said turning around. He stopped when he saw her nose.

"What the hell is that?!" he said pointing at her nose. She looked down and gasped.

"I…I don't know where that came from" she said trying to take it off. He stared at her.

"Wait, is this some sick shit you get off on, dressing like a clown while guys fuck you? What a fucking nut." He huffed as he pulled his pants up quickly. "Looks like I should have just said no. What the fuck, Ronnie? What the fuck?" he said.

She stood up and started trying to get dressed. "I swear I don't know what that is." She said as she tried to button her shit on, only to have the top button fly off and smack Harry in the face"

"Oh, I am so sorry" she said, getting closer to him. He backed away.

"Stay away! If you tell anyone about this, I'll…I'll…" he stammered as he watched her hair get bigger and change color right before his eyes. "I must be dreaming" he said as he turned and walked out of the office.

"You think you're dreaming. What about me!" she said looking down at her new nose. She quickly turned and looked in a mirror, and saw her new look, and gasped. What the hell was happening to her, she wondered in her mind. She realized now she couldn't get her uniform hat on over her fro of hair if she wanted to, and the pink stripes in it had been joined by purple stripes as well.

"Oh, god, look at me!" she screamed. "I am a freak!"

Of course, that didn't stop her from craving more sex. In fact, she was hornier than ever, and she knew she was in very, very big trouble.

Anonymous 12/15/16 (Thu) 18:03:19 No.2784

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She arrived at her apartment with no further intertuptions, which was a great relief to her. She flung herself inside and locked the door. She quickly ran to the bathroom and saw her new face and let out a shriek.

"My Face!" she cried as she slumped to the ground, absent-mindedly letting her hand find its way to her still wet private.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" she stated again as waves of pleasure flew through her from her masturbation.

"I think I know" said a voice from the doorway. Veronica turned her had as fast as she could, and saw a figure standing in the bathroom doorway, a girl, plump as could be, wearing brightly colored clothes. Her face was familiar, and then it hit her.

"You!" she said. "The girl I tried to arrest yesterday! The one with the weed!" she hissed. "What are you doing…how'd you get in here?"

The girl giggled. "No need to thank me…I just wanted to make you smile!"

"What?! What are you talking about?!" Veronica snapped.

"Why your thrilling changes! I hope you like them!" the plump girl laughed.

"You did this? How?!" Veronica said, her mind spinning.

"Magic. My name is Bubbles, although you remember me as Molly. I was once human, then I found a world of magic and fun. There they have magical weed, and I smoked myself stupid, literally. I was able to get a few smarts back when I was asked to show you the fun side of life though." She giggled.

Veronica could not believe what she had heard, but somehow it made sense. All these strange changes occurring over the day…Was magic really the explination. She had to find out.

"Prove it!" she stated. "Prove to me that you really did this and that I am not dreaming!"

Bubbles shrugged and smiled. "Alright, if you insist. Please, let's go somewhere more comfortable" she said as she helped Veronica off the floor.

Veronica then lead the plump girl into the near by bedroom.

"Now then!" Bubbles said as she took out her purse and pulled out a joint. "I'll prove it to you, just like you wanted."

She lit up, and inhaled a huge hit off the rolled weed, and then blew the smoke on Veronica's bare naked chest.

Veronica was at first unimpressed, until a tingle began forming, and she looked down and saw her chest begin to explode outwards. They had been getting slightly bigger all day, but now, they were getting huge, cartoonishly so!

"Look at those knockers!" giggled Bubbles as she puffed on her joint. Veronica looked at the giant tits and gasped. It was real, they felt real, and she knew that somehow that weed was turning her into… a clown of some sorts.

As Bubbles smoked, the façade of Molly vanished, and her true clowny self appeared. Veronica gasped at the sight of the obese clown.

"You look like a cartoon!" she said to Bubbles.

"You should talk…" Bubbles giggled in retort. She then walked over to Veronica. "Come here, Ronnie. Give me a Kiss." She giggled as she took in more smoke from the joint and pressed her lips against Veronica's. Once embraced in the kiss, Bubbles let the smoke pass into Veronica's mouth, and then pulled away with a giggle.

"That should help speed things along." Bubbles laughed as Veronica felt her head get cloudy. She collapsed on her bed, and let out a giggle. Bubbled walked over, took another inhale of her weed and blew smoke right in her crotch again.

"Sleep well, Ronnie…and tomorrow, everything will make perfect sense, I promise!" she laughed as she vanished in a puff of smoke.

Veronica looked around, and then felt a tingle in her loins that needed to be attended to, nothing else mattered. She thrust her fingers into her vagina and began to pump, more vigoursly then she had ever done before, soon she was lost in pleasure, and the world melted around her as she passed out in total bliss.



She awoke what seemed like moments later, and walked to the bathroom. She saw her clownish reflection in the mirror, white face, pink and purple hair, wavy black drawn on lines instead of eyebrows, pink around her eyes, a big red nose in the center of her face, and pink lips, plump and sexy. She let out a giggle.

"I guess this is a dream" she said, not realizing she wasn't still asleep. She headed back to her room and saw a box sitting on her dresser.

"For Ronnie" a big tag on the box read as she opened it. Inside was a pile of clothes, and on top was a joint, just like the one Bubbles had been smoking, sitting next to a colorful lighter.

"Lighten Up! Light one Up!" another note read. Veronica giggled, and since she thought she was in a dream shrugged and smiled. She picked up the joint and lighter and lit it and began to smoke. She felt light headed at first, then felt a tingle in her mouth. She walked over to the nearby mirror and smiled. She watched in awe as her teeth started changing structure. Soon, she was left with an adorable gap between her front two teeth, big enough to stick at least two quarters in like a coin slot. She giggled at the sight of it, and puffed away more. Her ears began to stick out a bit more, but not a whole lot…

She then turned attention back to the box, and the outfit that sat within. It was a tight top that would hold her pale giant breasts quite well, as well as a colorful bra to go with it. Below that was a short skirt that would show off her bigger butt to anyone who wanted to sneak a peak, as well as a cute pair of thong panties.

"Oh, this is so cute" she giggled, her mind accepting it all because her assumption it was a dream. She giggled as she slid on the thong and clipped on the bra, both of which fit perfectly as if they had been made especially for her new body.

She quickly slipped the shirt on, struggling only for a moment to get it over her breasts. Soon the blue shirt with red polka-dots was snuggly fit over her huge tits, and she giggled at the way it's low cut showed off ample amounts of cleavage.

Next was the skirt and it slid on with no problems. It was the opposite of the shirt, Red with blue stripes, and it came with a cute neon green belt as well.

Looking in the box again, she found a pair of plastic pump style heels that were also neon green. She giggled and took them out and found they were perfect for her overly large feet. Putting them on, she began to strut around her room, posing in the mirror.

"Hey, if it's a dream, might as well have fun. I am one sexy clown" she laughed at reflection. She then decided it was time to go out and see the world in her new form.

"Look out everyone, here comes Ronnie!"



She slammed the door to her apartment, and walked down the hall with a sexy sway as she moved towards the stairwell. She was going to go out and explore the dream, and she was going to enjoy it. As she rounded the corner, she bumped into someone, literally. The young man seemed flabbergasted as he looked at the girl who had just walked into him.

"I am, like, so sorry!" giggled Veronica in a voice that was entirely new to her. "You are that cute boy that's been staring at me every time I got work, aren't you?" she asked. She had seen him several times, always too shy to say anything to her, but always staring, like a kid with a puppy love crush.

"Here" she said as she bent over to pick up some papers he had dropped when she collided with him. In doing this, she raised her ass as high as she could, showing off the fabric of her thong clinging tightly to her pussy, complimenting her round (and getting rounder) ass cheeks.

She stood up and handed him the paper, and then smiled.

"What's your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Brian. " he said softly as he shoved the paper in his pocket.

"Well, Brian. I believe I owe you an apology. I haven't meant to ignore you all these months. I…just wasn't myself" she said, giggling, her mind shifting more and more every second. She then grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt, as she had done to the officer in her department the day before, but this time she knew exactly what she was doing and why. She was going to make out with him. She was doing it so that he would have sex with her. She would get what she wanted, she knew it.

Her lips touched his, and tingles swept through the both of them, and within the half an hour, he had invited her into his apartment, and they had found their way onto his small bed.

"You seem shy. I bet I can fix that" Veronica giggled as she rubbed her creamy white breasts, and quickly removed them from her bra cups.

"What happened to you?" Brian said, amazed at the difference between this clown looking nympho and the girl who had been so cold to him so very often.

"I lightened up!" she giggled as she ripped off his pants and began to stroke the tip of his erect penis through his boxers. "Someone looks happy to see me!" she added with a extra giggle.

He let out a laugh too. He had always fantazied about getting her into bed, but was too shy, but here his dream was coming true. He helped her slide his boxers off, and rolled her over.

"Well, then. If you've lightened up, you won't mind if I fuck you silly?" he asked, gaining a confidence that was quite foreign to him.

She looked him in the eyes as he pinned her to the mattress and smiled wide. "Please do, sexy!" she said.

He then entered her wet sex with his throbbing erection, and began to pump. He wasn't a novice, much to Veronica's surprise and delight, as he fucked her with ease.

"Oh, yesssss, Brian!" she moaned as she rubbed her huge breasts with her hands as he continued to pump in and out.

He reached down and began to caress her breasts as well, grunting a bit as he thrust forward into her vagina until he felt himself release, and when he did, a wave of tingles washed over him and sent him into the best orgasm he had ever had.

Veronica's mind began to shift even more, especially with the final thrust from Brian's cock. She was now a slutty clown girl, and she loved every second of it.

Brian pulled out of her and smiled. "That was fucking fun" he said, not noticing the tone of his skin starting to lighten.

"It was! We'll have to do it again. Come on over some time soon" she giggled as she dressed herself again and wiggled her ass as she left his apartment and headed outside.

The reality of the situation no longer mattered to her, she had forgotten if she was awake or dreaming, nor did she care. She was happy, and still very horny. She pulled the half smoked blunt of weed that Bubbles had give her and light it up again, and began to inhale deep puffs of it, loving every second. She felt like her cares were melting away, and that wasn't the only thing. Her intelligence was going as well, taking her from a headstrong smart cop to a ditzy sex-a-holic bimbo slut of a clown girl.

"Wow, this stuff, is like, awesome. Bubbles was, like, totally right!" she said as her ears grew a bit larger, adding to the comical look she now sported proudly.

As she strutted down the street, she came face to face with a man who had previously been the bane of her existence.

"Well, Hello there, Officer James. You are looking quite interesting today."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Pimp!" she giggled to the man dressed to the nines like a cartoon gangster. He smiled wide as she eyed him.

"Enjoying your day?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, totally. I am, like, so fucking horny, and I love it!" she said with a laugh. He reached up and honked her new clown nose, which casued her to orgasm instantly, and she moaned loudly and giggled.

"Thanks, Mister. Hey, you want a blowjob?" she asked, smiling wide as can be. The Pimp simply smiled, and wagged his finger.

"Follow me, my dear!" he said.

She giggled and did as she was told, her cartoonish body wobbing as she did. He lead her inside the nearby building and over to a mirror.

"Step through, sweetheart" he smiled.

She put her foot into the mirror and gasped when it went right through. Soon she was waist deep and in no time at all, she vanished into the mirror.

She looked around and saw she was in a very colorful room. The mirror shimmered and out stepped the man with a grin. His features morphed as he did, and it became clear that the pimp was also a clown.

"How about that blowjob, my dear?" he asked with a devilish grin.

Soon, she was on her knees licking, sucking, and blowing on this clowns man parts, and she briefly thought to herself, "Why am I doing this?" but that passed in seconds as the very last remnants of Veronica James disappeared, and the new clown-girl took her place.

After the clown pimp finished in her mouth, he straightened himself up.

"Now then, Veronica doesn't suit you anymore, nor does Ronni. We need a special name for you" he said as he helped her to her big feet.

"How about Knockers, since you have some pretty big ones!" he laughed as he tapped one of her breasts, causing it to wobble.

She giggled and nodded.

"Knockers sounds sexy!" she purred.

"Then Knockers it is. Oh, Bubbles!" he called as the fat clown waddled around the corner.

"Your handiwork." He said pointing at the newly christened Knockers.

"She's beautiful!" giggled the clown as she hugged the new addition to her world. "Let's keep her"



Months passed in the human world, and no one ever knew what happened to Veronica James. She had left work that one day that she had been acting very strange, and never returned. One of her co-workers suffered a similar fate soon after, but that was the last anyone saw of strangeness in the department.

Meanwhile, in Clowntopia, Knockers had become a popular stripper at the club known as The Big Top. Run by a clown called Punch, she took to the job like a fish to water when introduced to Punch by the friendly Pimp, who she know knew was called Slappy.

If she wasn't working, she was usually having sex with some lucky clown guy, or barring that, she was hanging out with her new roommate, Bubbles. Together they'd smoke different variations of Wacky Weed and laugh about how wonderful their lives were.

See, in the end, it's a Happy Ending for Ms. James. She will never be unhappy again, never have to worry about punk kids causing trouble or anything like that. Right now all she has to worry about is how big her breasts are going to get from that last hit of Bubbles Bong.

"But what if they get too big?" giggled Bubbles.

"Too Big?! Don't make me laugh!" grinned Knockers.

Farmhouse Rules by #crazypicklehead2002

#WeightGain #Transformation #PigGirls #PigGirl #FemalePigTransformation #FemaleTransformationStory
#TransformationStory

“No, Johnathan. The Merritt account is mine,” Cali barked into her cell phone as she sped down the winding Texas backroad.

“Becau- because- Johnathan, you aren’t listening. That account rightfully belongs to me.”

The rain beat down on Cali’s Mercedes as she fishtailed around another curve in the faint moonlight.

“Because I did all the work, and I deserve the commission, that’s why!”

She was losing her temper as the storm refused to yield. The coupe zipped through the night air at a much faster pace than it should be travelling in such a downpour.

“Whatever, we’ll talk about it when I get back to the States.”

Cali angrily hung up on Johnathan as the phone slipped out of her hands and tumbled into the floorboard.

As she fumbled for the phone at her feet, Cali took her eyes off the road for a mere second, but let out a shriek when she refocused her gaze and realized all she could see ahead of her were trees. As she jerked the wheel hard to the left, the Mercedes’ anti-skid technology did all it could, but it was too little, too late, and the car careened down the steep slope into the dense, dark forest below. Cali screamed bloody murder before the impact with the pine tree silenced her.

Then everything went black.

**********

Cali opened her eyes to find her vision bombarded with cracked, peeling baby-blue paint, and she realized she was no longer in her car. She was covered in a thick patchwork quilt that looked like something her grandmother would have made, and the soft but lumpy mattress beneath her indicated that she was lying on someone’s bed.

Confused, Cali sat up and winced in pain as she bent her hip, and pulling back the covers, she discovered that her left leg had been hastily bandaged and was supported by a wooden splint. Her head ached, and Cali was surprised to find that her head was also wrapped in gauze, and felt damp. Her fingers were stained red after touching the bandage, and she knew she must be bleeding.

She looked around the room. It looked to be an old, but fairly well-maintained home. More of a cabin, Cali thought. The room was probably a guest room. It was the definition of minimalist, and only contained the bed Cali was currently occupying, an antique dresser with a mirror, a sturdy looking chair that looked to be home-made, and a desk that contained what appeared to be several surgical instruments and a needle and thread.

Someone had patched Cali up, but her brain still hadn’t processed what had actually taken place. That’s when she remembered the crash. Or parts of it, at least. She groaned as she realized that she had surely missed her flight, as the sunlight streaming through the lacey curtains indicated that it was now the following morning.

Cali had been on her way to the airport for a year-long vacation in order to “find herself.” After six years with her advertising firm, she had finally saved up enough days and cash to take a gap year, and due to increasing tension amongst the firm’s staff, that’s exactly what Cali planned to do. This was going to be her own personal ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, as Cali had put it. Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, as they say, and now here was Cali, lying in someone else’s bed instead of backpacking across Europe as planned. Cali was growing increasingly uneasy and was about to call out, when suddenly, a woman appeared in the doorway.

The woman looked to be in her late forties and had a pretty face which was framed by her dark raven hair which she wore in a loose ponytail tied behind her head. She was rotund, to say the least, and Cali wagered she must weigh at least 400 pounds. Her belly was concealed by the long bathrobe she was wearing, but Cali could see the form of it even through the thick fabric. It jutted out from her midsection like a massive water balloon and jiggled as she shuffled sideways through the door. As impressive as her belly was, the woman’s breasts completely dwarfed it. They were the largest boobs Cali had ever seen in her life. There was no cup size in existence that could contain the massive watermelons the woman carried on her chest. Their sheer weight pulled them down to either side of the woman’s belly, although they still appeared full and plump, even beneath the terrycloth garment. She sported a triple chin that engulfed her neck entirely, and her shoulders rose and fell each time she took a breath. Apparently making her way into the room had made her out of breath.

“She lives!” The woman said softly as she lowered herself into the chair next to the desk. The chair groaned and creaked in agony, but surprisingly held firm.

“I hope you’ll forgive me if I sit,” the woman continued. “It’s hard to carry these puppies around for more than a couple of minutes.” She gestured to her gargantuan rack with her pudgy fingers, still breathing heavily.

“My name is Beatrice, and I live here with my husband Bill. You can call me Bea if you’d like. You were in a mighty dangerous crash. Put you out like a light for over two weeks.”

TWO WEEKS? Cali’s uneasiness immediately returned.

“Clem, our farmhand, found you while he was out hunting that night. He heard the crash in the distance and went to investigate. You were busted up pretty bad, so he brought you back and I patched you up as best I could. I don’t have much experience with treating injuries, but it looks like you’re free of infection and healing up nice.” The woman smiled.

“Sure, tell that to my bleeding skull,” Cali thought to herself.

Cali tried to speak, but found her throat to be parched and dry. Bea motioned to a glass on the nightstand next to the bed which Cali hadn’t noticed before. Cali quickly grabbed it and took a long sip, before nearly spitting the creamy liquid onto the floor.

“It’s milk?!” Cali cried.

“Yep, our water well is small, so we drink a lot of milk around here. In fact, it’s one of the ways we nursed you back to health.” Bea explained.

The milk didn’t taste like any milk Cali had tried before. She had never been much of a milk drinker, and didn’t much care for the taste. But this was different. It was good. Really good. Cali immediately took another giant swig, then another and another until she emptied the large glass.

“Thatta girl. It’ll make you strong.” Bea smiled again.

“Thanks for saving my life,” Cali started, “but do you have my cell phone? I need to call someone to pick me up.”

“Well, the thing is, your cell phone was crushed like a soda can in the crash. There is nothing left of it but bits of broken plastic.” Bea said as her smile faded.

“Well, can I use your phone?” Cali asked.

“Sorry, don’t have one. Never had much use for phones way out here.” Bea said.

“So, I have no way to contact anyone? I’m assuming you don’t have internet?” Cali knew the answer as Bea shook her head.

“No TV, either.” The massive woman added.

“Well, can you at least drive me to the nearest gas station so I can use a payphone?” Cali pleaded.

Bea hesitated.

“Let me guess, no car?” Cali was beginning to panic.

“Not since it broke down.” Bea replied. “Again, just didn’t have much need for it, so we stopped having Clem repair it.”

“Just point me in the right direction and I’ll walk back to the road.” Cali said, growing more and more nervous.

“Not in your current condition.” Bea said with a stern look on her face. “It ain’t an easy hike back to the road, and you’d be liable to fall and hurt yourself further. Plus, there’s a grizzly that’s been prowling the woods outside the farm. You don’t want to be limping around while he’s on your trail.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” Cali said, trying to hold back tears.

“Just be our guest for a while until you recover. Bill and I don’t get many visitors out here, so it’ll be nice to have someone new to talk to, other than Clem, of course.”

Cali’s face suddenly went pale as she realized that everyone she knew thought she was in Europe right now, and therefore wouldn’t be worried about her sudden disappearance. She felt sick to her stomach knowing no one was going to be looking for her, but she really didn’t have a choice. After all, Bea seemed nice enough, and judging by her size, at least someone here could obviously cook. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“There are a few rules we follow around here.” Bea said, suddenly breaking Cali’s thoughts.

1. “Do not enter the barn. EVER. There are dangerous tools in there and we don’t want you getting hurt.”

2. “Stay out of Clem’s house. We granted him the guest house when he started working for us, and we think he’s earned his privacy.”

3. “Always finish your milk. It’ll make you strong and prevent any more broken bones.”

“That’s about it.” Bea said. “We are really very nice people as long as you follow the three rules.”

Cali was perplexed, but could only nod her head to indicate that she understood.

“Great! Let’s go meet Bill and Clem.” Bea then heaved herself out of the apparently indestructible wooden chair and waddled through the door before returning with a wooden crutch which also looked homemade.

Bea handed the crutch to Cali, which Cali took and began the task of getting out of bed. After some effort, Cali was able to swing her legs out from beneath the heavy quilt and place her feet on the floor. She pushed herself up on the crutch and was able to follow her porcine host into the living room. Having been bedridden for two weeks, Cali was weak and unsteady on her feet, but Bea never made any effort to assist her in any way.

Cali was led into the kitchen where Bill and Clem were having breakfast. Bill was a stocky man in his early fifties who didn’t look at all like what Cali imagined a farmer to look like. His head was nearly devoid of hair, aside from a horseshoe shaped patch of gray that ran around the back of his head from ear to ear. He had a gray goatee and slightly darker stubble on his cheeks that ran down his neck and up to his sideburns. He was wearing reading glasses, and was staring at a book that Cali knew had to be older than she was. With one hand, he methodically ate his eggs as he read, never looking up from the pages of the book as he brought the fork from the plate to his mouth.

Clem, on the other hand, was stunning in Cali’s eyes. He looked to be in his early twenties, with angular features and dark brown hair which was groomed neatly. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow that made him look somehow rugged and sensitive at the same time. He wore a dark polo shirt and ragged-looking workpants that covered the tops of his dirty work boots. Cali was going to have a hard time not breaking rule number two, since she instantly wanted a peek inside his living quarters. Cali thought she saw a twinkle in Clem’s green eyes as he introduced himself to her, but it could have been her imagination.

“Please, grab a plate and join us.” Bill said after everyone had been introduced. “God knows there’s plenty. Clem makes quite a spread.”

Cali was surprised to learn that this perfect specimen could also cook. It made her want him even more.

Bea was already on her second plate before Cali sat down to enjoy her first one. Of course, the meal was served with the delicious creamy milk that Cali had been treated to earlier. She knew she’d be breaking a rule if she refused it, but honestly, it was so delicious that she had no desire to, anyway.

**********

After a week as a prisoner in her new host’s home, Cali was beginning to wonder why she had been so apprehensive about staying in the first place. There was no drama here. No co-workers endlessly stabbing each other in the back to move up in the ranks. No bosses to impress, no deadlines to meet. Just pure, simple relaxation. Having moved directly into her current position at the marketing firm right out of college, Cali realized that she had never in her life really had a chance to sit back and enjoy herself without having to worry about any responsibilities. It was wonderful.

As such, Cali had really become engrossed in Clem’s incredible cooking skills. Cali had always lived in the city, so she never had much opportunity to eat meals prepared with fresh, home-grown ingredients. She was unashamed of her gluttony when it came to mealtime, as she was never indulging any more than her gracious hosts, especially Bea, who Cali was pretty sure could out-eat a linebacker; maybe even the whole defensive line.

The small farm was totally self-sufficient and off the grid, from the single windmill that provided just enough power to run the lights during the day, to the garden that provided fresh vegetables, to the chickens that produced the eggs and the pigs that provided succulent pork, to the cow that provided the delicious milk that Bea was always so adamant that Cali continue to guzzle with every meal. Cali had never actually seen the cow, but if she ever did, she would thank it for a job well done. Cali was in heaven.

It was that morning that Cali really started noticing changes in her body. Before the crash, she had been a tall, leggy blonde girl in her late twenties with toned abs and an impressively perky rack. Now, however, Cali had lost sight of her abs as she examined herself in the mirror, and a thin layer of soft adipose had taken their place. As she ran her hands over her slightly thickened midsection, her arm brushed against her left breast and sent a shiver of ecstasy through Cali’s body. Her tits were so sensitive that even the slightest stimulation could put her on the verge of climax. They had also nearly doubled in size, and where she had started with small ‘B’ cups before the accident, she now had to be closer to ‘D’ territory, although she had no way to know for sure.

Since Cali’s gray business suit she had been wearing during the crash had been partially shredded when Clem pulled her out of the car, Bea had provided Cali with some of her old clothes from her skinnier days. Cali actually had a couple of suitcases full of clothes in the trunk of her car, but she was in no position to ask her ‘captors’ to retrieve them, so she accepted Bea’s wardrobe offerings. Cali was amazed to find that the clothes fit her fairly well, and she wondered how long it had taken Bea to grow from Cali’s size to her current gargantuan proportions.

That night at dinner, Clem had prepared a braised pork loin in a creamy red wine reduction (yes, the wine was made at the farmhouse by Bill using their own small batch of grapes), which he served with fluffy mashed potatoes doused in butter, alongside a decadent spinach casserole that contained more cheese than spinach. Cali practically inhaled her first plate and asked for seconds, which Clem was happy to oblige. As her fork scraped the bottom of the plate indicating that her second helping was drawing to a close, Clem emerged from the kitchen holding two round, covered metal trays. As he set them down in the middle of the table, both Cali and Bea’s moths began to water as they imagined what succulent desserts lay beneath the lids.

Clem leaned over the table, stabilizing himself against Cali's shoulder, as he removed the chrome lids and revealed his twin masterpieces. One pumpkin pie and one apple pie that was stuffed with more apples than seemed possible for a single dish. The crust on top must have been a foot tall from base to tip. The pumpkin pie was no slouch, either, as it was roughly twice the thickness of any pumpkin pie Cali had ever seen, and was covered in a huge mound of homemade whipped cream.

Cali knew that Clem didn’t need any support as he hunched over to cut slices for everyone, and yet, he continued leaning into her with his hand on her shoulder as he performed his knife work on the sweet disks of decadent goodness.

Bea was of course served first, followed by Cali. Each of them received a slice of each pie, with each piece being approximately a quarter of an entire pie in itself. Cali wasn’t sure she could finish what equated to half of an entire regular pie, much less pies of this caliber, but she was going to give it her best shot.

She started with the pumpkin pie, since it was her favorite dessert of all time. As soon as the flaky crust hit her lips, Cali knew this wasn’t going to be the standard frozen pie she was used to. It was creamier than any pumpkin pie she had ever tasted, and was seasoned perfectly with all the spices Cali used to get in her lattes during Thanksgiving back home. The whipped cream was certainly not what she was used to, either. It didn’t taste like it came out of a spray can, and had a much different consistency than Cali was used to. It coated her mouth in a thin layer of grease each time she took a bite.

After little more than a minute had passed, the pumpkin pie had been reduced to crumbs on the plate, which Cali quickly pressed her thumb onto and made disappear into her ravenous gullet before moving on to the mountain of apple pie.

Cali thought she was doing ok, until Clem snuck up behind her and plopped a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream on her plate. With two thirds of the apple pie still left on the plate, Cali was already losing steam. The ice cream added a new wild card to the mix, and Cali thought perhaps she wouldn’t be able to finish, when she looked over and saw that not only had her hostess already finished both of her slices, but she was now beginning to doze off in her chair, her head drooping forward slowly as she began to snore quietly.

The sight gave Cali a renewed sense of vigor, and she pressed on. She alternated between bites of pie and ice cream, with the cold confection acting as lubricant between mouthfuls of the tart, warm pastry. Just as she was beginning to regret pushing herself to this point, Cali raised the last bite of cinnamon-laced crust to her lips and shoved it in. She was barely able to swallow, but she finally managed to get the last of her dessert down and leaned back in her chair triumphantly. Cali’s belly was visibly swollen, and was on the verge of peeking out from beneath the now tight blouse she had received from Bea. As she was ready to join her rotund neighbor in blissful slumber, she was shaken awake by a now fully concious Bea.

“Drink up.” Was all she said as she pointed towards the gigantic glass of milk that now sat before Cali.

“Oh, Jesus. I can’t. I’m afraid I’ll burst.” Cali said, looking a little pale.

“Remember the rules,” Bea reiterated. “You must drink your milk in order to grow up big and strong.”

Not wanting to break one of the rules, Cali meekly reached for the large cup of viscous white liquid. The milk was as thick as heavy cream, and there had to be at least a liter of it in the glass. Too full to argue, Cali took a long swig and felt the cool, dense fluid run down her throat and eventually settle in her already engorged stomach. It literally hurt as she took another gulp, but the milk was so delicious, and she was determined to not disappoint her gracious hosts, so she soldiered on. Plus, she didn’t know what her punishment would be if she broke a rule, so she was reluctant to do so.

After ten minutes, Cali sat down her empty glass and once again collapsed back into her chair, where she immediately napped for the next half hour.

After coming out of her food coma, Cali looked around to see that the table had been cleared, and everyone had retired to their rooms for the night. As she heaved herself out of her chair, Cali noticed that her tummy ache had subsided, and she was amazingly hungry once again. She opened the fridge and saw a tray with leftovers on it, and next to the tray sat another glass of milk with Cali’s name on it. Under her name it said simply ‘midnight snack’. Shrugging her shoulders, Cali grabbed the glass and chugged half of the contents before picking up the tray of leftovers and setting it on the counter. She grabbed the bread and slapped a healthy dollop of mayonnaise on two slices before plopping down a cold hunk of braised pork loin between them, along with a thick slice of homemade cheese. She polished off the sandwich in record time and guzzled the rest of the milk before heading to bed with a smile on her face.

**********

A month later, Cali couldn’t believe what was happening. She must have gained sixty pounds in thirty days. Was that even humanly possible? She gazed at herself in the mirror and couldn’t believe what she saw. Her belly had exploded and now hung over the waistband of her tight jeans. It was soft and malleable, and Cali found herself kneading it gently after large meals, which were becoming more and more frequent as time marched on.

But what really surprised Cali the most were her boobs. They had increased threefold in the past month and were now like inflated zeppelins on her chest that obscured Cali from seeing anything below them, including her toes. They had begun to sag slightly from their sheer weight, but remained as full and plump as ever. They had also become so sensitive that Cali had a hard time moving around the farmhouse without sending herself into an unexpected orgasm at increasingly awkward moments. To combat this, Cali regularly pleasured herself in the morning to try and relieve some of the built-up horniness. She didn’t know if it was actually working or not, but it was fun enough that she didn’t really care one way or the other.

Bea, meanwhile, was eating less and less at meals, and was shrinking before Cali’s eyes. Whatever weight Cali had gained since she’d been here, Bea must have lost and then some. She looked to be in the mid 300’s now, and was getting smaller by the day.

None of this stopped Cali from her constant indulgence, as she had deluded herself into thinking that once she was able to return home, she would rejoin the gym and regain her trim figure in no time. Of course, Cali wasn’t stupid, and she knew this was only an excuse since she knew she couldn’t stop at this point even if she wanted to. The food was just too delicious, and it was making her far too horny to even think about changing her current lifestyle. Her leg had healed enough to restore her mobility weeks ago, but she no longer had thoughts of trying to escape. She was going to stay here and grow until Bea and Bill kicked her out.

**********

Everything changed one night after everyone had gone to bed. Cali was feeling frisky as usual, only this time, the urge was overwhelming to her and no amount of personal stimulation was going to cut it. As quietly as possible, she eased open the window to her room and slid herself out into the cool night air. The feeling of her titanic chest dragging against the windowsill as she made her escape caught Cali off guard, and she almost let out a moan of pleasure before she bit her lip to stifle it. Wearing only the thin chemise that Bea had provided, Cali trudged barefoot down the dirt path to Clem’s guest house, her swollen body silhouetted in the bright moonlight.

While she and Clem had never actually been intimate, it had become clear that they had a mutual attraction to each other, and tonight, Cali was finally horny enough to act on it.

As she crept up to the house, she noticed a window cracked, and she reasoned that this had to be Clem’s bedroom. He was probably letting the night air blow through his room to make up for the lack of A/C. She tapped quietly on the glass and waited for Clem to emerge, but he never did. She tapped again, harder this time. Still no response. She tried peering into the bedroom, but could see only darkness.

“Maybe he’s not home?” Cali asked herself silently.

After pondering her options for a moment, Cali’s hormones got the best of her and she decided to sneak inside. She quietly slid open the window, and winced as it made an awful grinding noise. Slowly but surely, Cali eventually worked the window open enough that she could slip her ample bust through, and proceeded to scramble inside.

The room was dark, but as her eyes adjusted, the glow of the moon revealed that Cali had, in fact, been correct in her assumption that this was Clem’s bedroom. The walls were covered in movie posters and concert memorabilia, and Cali assumed at first that Clem had collected the mementos before beginning his tenure at the farmhouse. Then she noticed some newer items that hadn’t been released until quite recently, and it confused Cali further. Nevertheless, she was determined to find her prey and have her way with him. She’d come too far to give up now, so she proceeded through the door and into the hallway.

To the right led to the living room and kitchen, and to the left led to two other doors, probably a bathroom and a guest bedroom. Cali turned to the right and headed into the living room area. Clearly a bachelor pad, there wasn’t much in the way of decoration. A ragged matching couch and loveseat, a coffee table made out of milk crates, and a leather easy chair that looked well-worn. Cali was also shocked to see a flat screen TV on the opposite wall with a DVD player and satellite box attached to it. Had Cali been lied to about this place being ‘off the grid’?

Even more confused and increasingly uncomfortable, Cali continued her search. The kitchen turned up nothing of value, since apparently Clem did most of his cooking in the main farmhouse, although Cali did find a bag of homemade pork jerky that she greedily helped herself to as she made her way back to the hallway.

The first door after the master bedroom was a bathroom, which once again didn’t really aide in Cali’s search, but the next room shocked her. This was apparently Clem’s leisure room, which included a laptop and what appeared to be a high speed modem of some kind. On the desk sat a cordless phone, which Cali quickly reached for. She was filled with rage and fear as she hit the power button and heard a dial tone droning through the speaker. Just as Cali was about to call for help, someone behind her snatched the phone from her hands. She turned to see Bea standing there in the darkness, holding the outdated phone in her pudgy hands.

“How the hell did you sneak up on-“ Cali’s voice trailed off as Bea placed a rag over her mouth and everything went black.

**********

Cali awoke with a start. She was sitting in an unfamiliar room, and had apparently been strapped to the chair she was sitting in. Her arms and legs were secured with leather bands, and her forehead was also restrained. There was a mask strapped to Cali’s mouth with a tube running out of it. The tube snaked around behind Cali and she couldn’t see what it was attached to.

Suddenly, Bea appeared at the edge of Cali’s line of vision.

“See this?” She said as she held up two gallon-sized buckets, of which Cali couldn’t see the contents. “This is what you get if you break one of the rules.”

As Bea moved the buckets, a white, viscous liquid sloshed out and a few drops landed on the floor at Cali’s feet. Still terrified and unsure of what was about to happen, Cali could only sit in silence as her mouth was filled with the tube which clearly wasn’t going anywhere.

Bea moved out of Cali’s line of sight, and Cali could hear the sound of liquid being poured. Then she saw the white substance from the bucket oozing down the tube towards her mouth. As the creamy fluid entered her throat, Cali immediately began to choke, and Bea continued:

“You have two choices. Try and resist, and you’ll simply continue to choke and eventually drown, or accept your punishment and drink up like the little piggy rule-breaker that you are.” Bea said with an evil smirk on her still chubby face.

Cali’s eyes widened as she realized the dire situation she was currently in. There was no way she could drink two full gallons of milk, no matter how sweet and delicious it may be, but she would have to try.

Cali began sucking at the tube, causing the calorie-laden drink to fill her stomach at an even faster rate. Cali reasoned that if she drank fast enough, perhaps her body wouldn’t have time to realize that it was full and it would allow her to finish more of the milk before hitting the breaking point.

In theory, Cali’s plan worked, as ten minutes later she was sucking on an empty hose. She had drained every last drop of her punishment and was now more stuffed than she had ever been. If she could move her head enough to look down, Cali would have seen that her belly jutted out in front of her and formed a tight, round ball that sat in her lap and extended out past even her massive chest.

As Cali’s eyes scanned the small section of the room she could actually see, she noticed that Bea was nowhere to be found. With nothing left to do, Cali drifted off into a deep but uneasy sleep.

**********

Cali awoke the next morning with a massive belly ache. She was in her regular bed in her room at the farmhouse, and nothing appeared to be different.

“Was it all a dream?” Cali wondered as her stomach began to rumble.

She realized that her bellyache must be hunger-related, so she cautiously exited her room and sauntered into the kitchen where Bea, Bill, and Clem sat eating breakfast.

“Good morning!” Bea said cheerily as Cali entered the room.

Cali sat down skeptically next to Bea as Clem placed the usual breakfast platter in front of her. The meal consisted of five eggs, a full pound of bacon, six slices of pork breakfast sausage, a pile of buttery hash browns, a massive biscuit the size of a landmine, and a stack of five pancakes that were bigger than Cali’s head. Not a word was spoken about the previous night as Cali began digging into her feast. Everything was perfectly prepared as usual, and Cali gorged herself until the plates were empty.

Naturally, there was a tall glass of cold milk to accompany her meal, and Cali quickly drained its contents within a few seconds. Clem could apparently sense that Cali was still hungry, and out of nowhere he produced an identical meal to the first one and set it down in front to a wide-eyed Cali. She had never eaten this much in her life, but for some reason that morning was different. It was as if her stomach had expanded overnight and was demanding more food to fill the added space. Cali was happy to oblige as she tore into her second feast of the day. She requested two additional refills on her milk to counter the saltiness of the meal, and by the end, Cali was truly content.

She sauntered off back to her room and quickly fell asleep until she was awoken for lunch.

**********

After that day, Cali was an absolutely unstoppable eating machine. Something had broken in her that morning and she found herself absolutely ravenous nearly 24/7.

Another two months passed and Cali was legitimately afraid that something was wrong with her. She estimated that she had gained another hundred pounds in the past two months, and if she did her math correctly, would put her somewhere in the neighborhood of 280. She was truly becoming a butterball, and was helpless to stop it. Clem continued making delicious smorgasbords for her at every meal, which she would always graciously accept.

The sexual tension between them was always palpable, but after her terrifying dream of sneaking into his house a couple of months ago, she was afraid to make another move.

And so things continued as they had been. Bea continued to lose weight, and Cali was mortified when one day she realized that she had eclipsed her, and now Cali weighed more than her formerly rotund hostess. Luckily, there were always enough clothes in varying sizes for each of them to share as their bodies continued to change.

Cali’s breasts continued to grow at a faster rate than the rest of her body, and now the twins were beginning to sag to either side of Cali’s bulging belly. They were as tender as ever, and as a result, Cali was in a near constant state of arousal.

One night just before bed, Cali noticed that there was a small wet spot on the front of her nightie, and after further investigation, she realized that it had come from her left breast. As she pulled the silk garment over her head, Cali noticed that there was a droplet of milk rolling down the swollen mound of tit flesh, which dripped onto the floor. Cali was lactating!

Not knowing what to do, Cali grabbed a towel as the milk began dripping more quickly. Panicking and realizing the towel wasn’t enough to contain the increasingly steady flow, Cali did the next logical thing – she popped her nipple into her mouth and began sucking. The intense feeling of having her lips on her breasts was enough to make Cali instantly orgasm more intensely than she ever had in her life. Her body tingled with pleasure and she moaned as she continued gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her own delicious fluid. Strangely, the milk tasted oddly familiar to Cali, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on the flavor.

As she felt her arousal finally beginning to wane, she moved on to the other breast, immediately giving her the exact same sensation. She sucked down as much of the creamy treat as she possibly could before passing out and sleeping through the night.

**********

Things continued like this until one morning when Cali woke up to an empty house.
The night before, Bea and Bill had been celebrating something, although they were never specific as to what exactly. They had uncharacteristically gotten quite drunk on their homemade wine, and Bea, being such a lightweight now, had even passed out a couple of times during dinner.

Bea had slimmed down so much that she looked to be slightly thinner than Cali had been when she first arrived at the farmhouse. Somehow, she had been able to tone all of the previously obese parts of her body and didn’t have the flaps of hanging skin that most fat people get when they lose large amounts of weight. Her belly was flat and toned, and her arms and thighs were tight and firm. Her face, while thinner and more angular, was still strikingly beautiful for a woman of her age, and the years of obesity caused it to have very few wrinkles, and instead left in its place a smooth, youthful glow.

Bea was wearing what Cali realized were Cali’s own clothes from her suitcase. Cali should probably have been upset about this, but realized she would probably never fit back into them, anyway, and let it go. Too many strange things had happened during her time here to continue questioning every little occurrence that puzzled her.

Whereas most mornings Cali was coaxed out of bed by the savory smells of breakfast cooking and dinnerware clanking together, today was different. As she slowly opened her eyes, she heard only silence and smelled nothing but the sweet fragrance of the vase of flowers on the desk that hadn’t been there when she went to sleep the night before. Wedged underneath the vase was a sealed envelope with Cali’s name written in cursive on the front.

Again puzzled, Cali heaved her massive body out of bed and waddled over to the desk to retrieve the note. Cali knew she was much bigger now than Bea had been when she’d first met her. Her excessive eating, as well as the mass consumption of milk had caused her to balloon to her current weight which she estimated to be nearly 500 pounds. She could barely shimmy through the doors of the farmhouse anymore, and had to do so sideways to keep from getting stuck. Of course, her breasts continued their meteoric rise to fame, and were now easily in competition for the biggest natural boobs in the world. Cali now had to milk herself every night, both to keep her raging hormones at bay, as well as to keep from constantly leaking through her clothes. The easiest way to do this discreetly was of course to continue suckling her own teats, lapping up every last ounce of the creamy goodness that her body was able to produce.

As Cali was getting ready to rip open the envelope, a figure appeared in her doorway. It was Clem, and he had a stern, but inviting smile on his face. Without a word, he walked over to Cali and locked lips with her. Unsure what to do, she submitted and let his tongue dance with hers inside their mouths for what seemed like ages.

After that, Clem reached down and began unbuckling his belt, then unzipped his work pants and let them fall to the floor. Cali struggled to pull her nightie over her head, so Clem assisted, and they both fell into bed and finally did the one thing Cali had been striving for for so many months.

**********

A bit later, Cali was starving as usual, so she went to the kitchen while Clem snoozed in her bed. After grabbing the half of a roast that was leftover from the night before, as well as a fork, Cali plopped down on the reinforced dining room chair to eat her snack and read the note that had been left for her.

She tore it open and began reading:

Dear Cali,
If you’re reading this, it means we’re already gone. I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye, but I’ll try to explain as best I can. This story was told to me through a note similar to this one, as I imagine it has been done for the past 200 years or so.

This farmhouse has been around for decades. Sometime in the 1800’s, the current owners were eating dinner when an old woman knocked on their door and began begging them for some food. They were poor, and didn’t have much more than their milk cow and a few small crops, so they refused. The old woman placed a curse on the wife, causing her body to swell and become constantly engorged with milk, while their prized cow shriveled into nothing and died. The curse also caused their few measly crops to wither away, leaving the family with no other form of sustenance other than the woman’s ever-bountiful milk supply. But still, they held out, fearful that consuming the milk would curse the rest of the family, as well. It wasn’t until the youngest child became ill from malnourishment that the mother relented and brought him back to health using her precious life fluid. The child recovered and was stronger than he’d ever been, with no discernable negative effects, so the rest of the family finally gave in and accepted the nourishment. As the woman continued to grow, the husband began to search the nearby towns and villages for the old woman who had cursed his family so he could bring her to justice. Finally, after months of searching, he found her and was able to find out the one way to lift the curse. They had to find someone to transfer the curse to. It had to be another woman, and they had to get her to drink enough of the mother’s milk in order to fatten her up to the mother’s current size. The man then let the old woman go and could hear her cackling as she disappeared into the woods. Eventually, a young woman appeared at their door looking for room and board for a night, and the family naturally accepted their unwilling victim. They kept her chained up in one of the rooms, fattening her up on an endless supply of milk as the wife slowly shrank back to her original size. Sure enough, once the poor girl had surpassed the wife’s highest weight, the process appeared to grind to a halt, and the family had broken the curse. However, now the curse laid with the girl and would have to be passed on once more.

So the process continued in this manner until it got to me. Twenty-two years ago, I was hiking in this area and became hopelessly lost. I came across this old farmhouse and wearily beat on the door. I was greeted by the largest woman I had ever seen, and she cheerfully welcomed me inside. I was hesitant at first, but quickly warmed up to her and her husband as they fed me a hot meal and served me the most delicious glass of milk I had ever tasted. They introduced me to their son, William, and we quickly hit it off. Blinded by a haze of gluttony and young lust, I stayed at the farmhouse, and any time I decided I was ready to leave, the thoughts were replaced by more food, more sex with William, and of course, more delicious milk. I gained my first hundred pounds in a flash, and before I knew it, I had surpassed the woman’s weight as she shrank before my eyes. I knew I should stop myself and just get out of there while I still could, but something always managed to hold me back. Then one morning, I awoke to find a note on the dresser saying basically everything I’ve just told you.

William stayed behind and we had a child together, who we named Christopher, although William always called him by his middle name, Clem. Bill and I have been living at the farmhouse for the past 22 years, waiting for the day when some unsuspecting young girl would come along and relieve me of the curse once and for all. Unfortunately, that young girl was you, Cali. I am truly sorry it had to be this way. You were a sweet girl and you never deserved this. I feel I should explain the rules in more detail, but I’ll try to keep it brief.

I’ve already explained the importance of the milk.

The barn contains a customized milking apparatus that Bill constructed for me to keep my lactose levels down and to gather the milk for you to drink. That’s why I couldn’t have you snooping around the barn, lest my little plan be spoiled. Feel free to use it when you need a good milking. It actually feels quite good and was typically one of the highlights of my day.

As you observed that night months ago, we couldn’t keep our son entirely in colonial times, so we gave him a car and let him travel into town at his leisure with a weekly allowance to entertain himself with. We also allowed him to buy some electronics which he runs from a generator behind the guest house. After all, a young man has to stay connected to the real world. We aren’t cavemen…

Other than that, you’re on your own. Oh, and one more thing. Clem has been pining for you ever since you arrived, and while we wanted to bring him with us when we left, he insisted on staying behind to be with you, which I’m sure he has by now. If you’re pregnant, then congratulations! If not, I suspect you soon will be. Have fun, you two!

Love, Bea

Cali was stunned. All of a sudden, she realized why her own milk had tasted so familiar to her – she’d been drinking Bea’s milk for months! Cali’s stomach churned at the thought.

She looked up to see Clem standing in the doorway of the bedroom, looking simultaneously disheveled and satisfied.

“So, I guess you know the big secret now, huh?” He said with a grin.

“Yeah.” Cali said, still speechless. “I guess I do.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Clem inquired.

Cali thought for a moment, realizing that all she could really do was wait for the next unfortunate soul to show up and then transfer the curse once more. It could take months, years, or decades, as it had in Bea and Bill’s case, but she really had no other choice. She didn’t know all the details of the curse. Perhaps if she left the farmhouse, she’d be stuck with the curse forever and would have to get a job at the Borden factory, producing milk for a living. No, the safest bet was to hunker down and wait things out. Back to Clem’s question, Cali’s mind had returned to her new favorite activity before she answered.

“Right now, I’m thinking breakfast.” Cali said as a smile appeared on Clem’s face and he grabbed his spatula.

THE END

In response Strigis.com Archive to its Publication

The Pig Knight Rises
By Cersei
PART 2

(man and woman to pig transformation)

Both Batman and Catwoman were in excellent shape. Bruce was lean but densely muscled, his body his ultimate weapon in his vigilante crusade. Despite retirement, despite injuries and scars, he still had the physique of a warrior. Selina enjoyed a gymnast’s body, lithe and graceful. She was muscular, too, especially her deeply honed legs and her firm ass. But it was toned and compact muscle, rather than the bulk of a bodybuilder – her body was slender and elegant. And her costume showed it off well. She had fairly small breasts, given her athletic lifestyle. But they were perky and firm, and every bit as lovely as the larger breasts of a more amply endowed woman. They were both the epitome of human beauty. But neither of them were to enjoy those magnificent, fit bodies much longer.

Catwoman squealed, dropping back to all fours. It was obvious that something was bulging above her butt, straining against the taut fabric of her catsuit – her new tail, looking for a way out of its restrictive prison. And it was a prison that was tightening, as Catwoman continued to add pounds, her belly becoming larger. But her new weight wasn’t exactly the fat of an obese woman. It had more of a barrel-like quality to it, swelling her body from her neck to her butt rather than just developing a potbelly in the middle. The seams on her costume strained with her new weight.

Batman’s costume also suffered as he grew. And his outfit had the first casualty - his widening head forced off his cowl. The graphite clinked as it struck the marble floor, revealing his own growing nose, now larger and flatter and upturned. He snorted through it as he breathed, and tried to nuzzle comfortingly against his transforming lover.

Selina’s pig snout was getting bigger, too. And as she grunted and snorted, it continued to change. She felt her new senses develop, disorienting her. Scents and sounds competed in her head as an unintelligible cacophony of sensory information, even as the color red became less distinct to her. She looked around, fearfully, unable to process everything. She realized that she was beginning to experience the world the way a pig would.

Their changes weren’t limited to their faces, though, and their whole bodies continued to warp. Catwoman was beginning to look more like she should be called ‘Fatwoman’ as her body swelled, straining her sexy catsuit. She pawed at the zipper clumsily, hating the feeling, but couldn’t give herself any relief.

Her lover saw what she was doing and tried to help her, but his own hands were no better suited for the task. Batman felt his chest muscles shrink and change, pulling his arms toward one another. His shoulders and back humped, pressing his hands down to the floor. He could see that the same changes were happening to Selina, as her beautiful body grew steadily less human. But as Catwoman’s chest compacted, her arms pushed her slight breasts together, making them look larger, and her cleavage deeper. It was just an illusion, though, and not one that would last – sows had no need for breasts, after all. And hers would certainly not be spared.

Selina tossed her hair, grunting in discomfort. Her head was widening too, and her ears pointed, twitching as they emerged from her brunette locks. They rose on her head as they swelled, migrating to their new position, and eventually her floppy new ears pushed her goggles off. Her mask fell to the ground, and she heard one of the expensive nightvision lenses breaking. She squealed sorrowfully at the loss, her face now bare, and realized that the noises she was making sounded more like an ordinary pig. Her sinuses and vocal chords were changing – her nose bulged out even farther, beginning to consume her mouth, as well.

Bruce too grunted in pain as he continued to fatten. His more rigid costume did a poorer job containing his swelling body than hers did, and it began to tear between the armor plates, flesh peeking through. One of the clips on his cape detached, revealing the bulge of his naked back emerging from between the plates. It was wide and muscular, but as he lowered his head in discomfort, it continued to become more piggish. As Circe watched, his hide grew bristly. And as Catwoman tottered beside him, she accidentally stepped on his cape, pulling it off entirely. The sorceress was glad; she liked having an unobstructed view of the mutating hero.

And his transformation didn’t disappoint her. The defined muscles of his arms shrunk, shifting to favor mere locomotion rather than delicate manipulation. His hands dwindled, as well, and his gauntlets dropped off of them. Bruce looked down at them, wincing at what he saw. His thumbs were very short, shrinking and pulling up his wrist. And his fingers were losing dexterity, as each was capped with a dusky keratin shell that had more in common with hooves than fingernails. As he watched, his middle and ring fingers bulged large, even as his outer fingers grew smaller and twisted behind the others, well on their way to becoming dew claws. He doubted that he could even hold a batarang now.

Her hands, too, had metamorphosed beyond her costume’s ability to accommodate. The middle fingers of her gloves tore through, as those fingers swelled into hooves like Bruce’s had. The thumbs on her gloves, by contrast, were almost empty pouches of fabric. Her feet were changing like her hands, and although her boots had not yet torn through, it was obvious that they no longer contained anything human inside them. The shape of her hoof-like toes showed through the latex, and her ankles were clearly elongating.

For her part, Circe watched the transformations breathlessly. She always enjoyed watching her signature spell, and seeing such a notable hero caught up in it felt deeply empowering. Watching the great Batman helplessly become a grunting pig almost made up for failing to transform Odysseus all those centuries ago. Oh, certainly, she’d enjoyed having Odysseus as a lover and companion. But how she’d always longed to have him in her sty, breeding the sows! Batman would make an excellent boar, and she couldn’t wait to put the world-famous hero to work siring many, many piglets. His girlfriend, too, would make a lovely brood sow, and Circe looked forward to the attractive woman’s future as a fat mother pig. They just needed to grow the right equipment – and as Circe watched, her newest swine began their sexual development.

Selina grew new nipples down the full length of her rounded belly, twelve more to compliment her elegant human breasts. Each point pushed out against her incredibly tight costume, almost like it was showing off. Her real boobs finally popped out of her top, her changing upper torso no longer able to conceal them. She grunted in relief as her small breasts bounced free – she was growing so large she thought she would explode.

It wasn’t her body that gave out, though. Catwoman continued to fatten, more and more porcine blubber packing on to her belly and thighs and ass. And as her once-beautiful butt expanded, it split the back of her costume, letting her curly tail come into view. Once the fabric had started to tear, the rip just got wider, spilling out the sow’s belly and brand new nipples.

From where he crouched, Bruce had a good view of her tailed butt, which swelled larger and larger. But more than just its size was changing. Under her energetic tail, her anus was shifting, growing bigger and more prominent. Even more noticeable was her pussy. Selina’s elegant little vagina had turned backwards, as was necessary for mounting a four legged animal. But it had swelled in size, the soft folds becoming thick and primal, and the opening almost taking on a horizontal slit rather than a vertical one. Her growing vulva stood out at the bottom. He could smell it, too, with his widening sinuses, and felt shame at how good it smelled to him.

His own genitals were not spared, and as he looked at his lover’s piggish pussy, he felt his penis growing longer, stiffer. But it wasn’t becoming erect. It was merely thickening like the rest of his hide, and taking on the proportions of his new species. The scrotum too loomed large, swelling as his testicles grew. His widening hips and ballooning balls finally compromised his pants, splitting the seam down the middle and popping off his utility belt. The whole penis pushed out of the remains of his codpiece, hanging large and obvious between his legs. It was still mostly man-shaped, but now much longer, and swung freely under him. Batman squealed, embarrassed but a little bit aroused, as Circe made appreciative noises. She was impressed with how well her boar was coming along.

With their costumes in tatters, there was more room for their bodies to expand. And they were both gaining a lot of weight. Their torsos were much more barrel-like, their necks filling out to hold their oversized heads in line with their shoulders. Their hips changed too, making it all but impossible for them to stand on two legs. The general shape of their once-attractive bodies was now more pig than human.

And still it went on, relentlessly. Selina’s nipples grew longer and darker, as befit a beast rather than a beautiful woman. Her already small breasts shrank, her new cleavage rapidly diminishing. Her boots and gloves finally slipped off her thinning limbs, revealing their new shapes. Batman’s boots fell off soon after, as well.

Bruce glanced down at his hands again, seeing that what had been his thumbs had entirely vanished, and the mass of his fingers had finished their metamorphosis into tough hooves. His arms had continued to thin, but they had not really started to resemble the forelegs that they would soon become. He noticed that his fattening lover was in much the same condition. Both of them were still on their hands and knees, but that would clearly soon change as their hind legs shrank. Taking a deep breath, Bruce looked down between his legs to catalog the damage there, as well.

By this time, his split pants had come off entirely, giving him a clear view. And it was a very strange view. Batman’s oversized, dangling penis continued to grow, finally beginning to change form. The glans flared, lengthening, and losing its characteristic mushroom shape. Bruce grunted at the sensation, and felt his penis begin to rise as thick skin formed around the base of it, pulling it up closer to his belly. He realized that this was his sheath – a way for the quadruped’s pizzle to always point forwards, and assist him in mating. Unseen, his gigantic testicles twisted around in their leathery sac, the tubes from them to the penis now running from the tops rather than the bottoms of the huge orbs. He could smell a distinct odor from his immense new genitals – one that would prove very attractive to sows.

Sows like the one beside him. Selina sniffed the air, the new scent easily piercing the fog of stimuli in her ever more porcine brain. Her snout was much larger now, all of her new teeth having grown in, including her tusks. His tusks were much larger than hers, of course – Selina’s were barely noticeable over her lip – but she could feel them rubbing against the top teeth in her new jaw. She looked between Bruce’s legs, too, eager to find the source of the incredible new scent. When she saw his grossly deformed penis, she was surprised to feel ardor instead of disgust. She grunted, nuzzling at him comfortingly, but also in erotic curiosity. As she did, her catsuit finally finished tearing up the back, and she shrugged out of it entirely. The sow was finally naked, as she would be for the rest of her life.

Bruce still had his torn and straining armored shirt on, but it was nearing its limit. His chest muscles and shoulders continued to shift, drawing his arms into a much narrower range of motion. As they finished setting into their new sockets, he saw that they had completely dwindled, as well. Batman could no longer be said to have arms at all. He was a quadruped, braced up on his new forelegs. Bruce grunted, disgusted by the sensation. He looked over at Selina, wanting to gauge her progress.

Catwoman’s chest was narrowing as well, as her completed forelegs settled to either side of her bulk. But in addition her small boobs continued to retreat, the dark nipples changing shape to resemble the teats already running down her plump belly. At last, the feminine curves were totally lost to their new shapes. They fit in perfectly with the other twelve. Her slender breasts made lovely pig teats.

Underneath him, Bruce’s penis had almost completely finished its transformation into a gigantic pizzle, the thick sheath finishing its growth over the length of it and holding the heavy organ up safe against his belly. The glans had finished changing, becoming almost a corkscrew shape, and the thick red spiral was now about the only part still outside the sheath. His testicles had also grown enormous, and his thick, leathery new scrotum bulged out behind him, completely exposed between his stocky thighs. It was so large it could plainly be seen even from his sides. Soon, there was nothing human left of Batman’s penis at all – the Dark Knight now possessed a gigantic pig pizzle. Circe noted it appreciatively, happy with her handiwork. She stood up and reached under the boar, feeling it. Soon, the great Batman would grow to match his pig penis, becoming the wonderful beast she willed him to be. Even as she watched, he swelled enough to shed the last of his armor.

As beautiful a specimen of a boar as Batman was becoming, Catwoman was also becoming an equally exceptional sow. Circe cooed over the expanding beast, even her hair beginning to retract, as she too entered the last stages of her metamorphosis. Selina’s eyes settled on either side of her snout, still retaining a narrow section of binocular vision, but now able to see almost three quarters around her rather than just a human’s 180 degrees. Reds became less intense to her dimming, dark eyes, but she could still see blues and greens in all their sharpness.

Their balding heads continued to grow, widening to fit their fatter frames. Their snouts pushed out to their full lengths, becoming perfect for foraging or eating from a trough. They both rose from their knees as their hind legs shrank, finally leaving the pair standing on all four perfectly formed hooves. Here and there, small things continued to shift, bristles growing and hair vanishing, until everything had settled into its appointed place, and the cacophony of sensory information began to level out to only those sensations that were appropriate for swine. Finally, it was finished. Bruce was now a stocky boar, while Selina had become a fat sow.

The two fat pigs grunted, struggling away from the ruins of what was left of their costumes. They sniffed at each other gingerly, learning their new odors. They were both still a bit in shock at what they saw – there was no longer anything even remotely human about them. Had they not just seen each other transform, neither Bruce nor Selina would have suspected that the other was anything more than an ordinary pig.

Batman grunted, gently nosing up against his porcine lover, smelling her. The sleek, fit brunette had bloated out to a two hundred and eighty pound breeding sow. And as fat as Selina was, Bruce was even bigger. The boar had put on about a hundred pounds, and now clocked in north of three hundred. She squealed, overwhelmed. They were pigs! How would they ever get out of this mess? The sow wished that she had never doubted Batman’s warnings.

Circe, on the other hand, was ecstatic. She looked down at the two fat, grunting swine, proud of her handiwork. “I did it! I transformed Batman! The Batman!” she gasped. She hadn’t encountered a hero of as much renown since Odysseus. And this time, she had won! She had transformed the celebrated vigilante and his girlfriend into mere pigs! The hero that had beaten costumed super villains and world-class terrorists, that had made headlines the world over, had met his match at her hands! She smiled, looking the healthy animal over proudly, like an artist who had just crafted her masterwork. The fat beast was one of her proudest achievements.

She turned to the pile of rags and bits of armor and gear, picking up Batman’s cowl. She turned it over in her hands proudly, inspecting it from every angle. This was the mask that loomed over Bane and the Joker; that had struck fear into criminal hearts and captured the world’s imagination. She waived her wand, restoring both of their costumes to pristine condition. “These will make fitting trophies,” she said to the boar, almost bursting with pride.

Circe took the costumes to her armory, leaving the hogs alone for a few minutes. They shifted around nervously, waiting for her to return. Feeling the cool air on her privates, the sow tried to close her legs, to disguise herself, but found that her new limbs just didn’t work that way. But the thought crossed her mind – why even bother? After all, modesty was irrelevant to a sow. There was no way to disguise her pussy and her anus in her new form. There was no point making herself miserable even trying. She was a pig, and pigs went naked. Besides, no man would ever find her pig privates attractive, now.

But boars were another matter. The larger hog sniffed the air, catching her scent. And the boar looked at the plump sow appreciatively. There was something about her that continued to be mightily attractive to him, despite her pig body. She looked good as a rotund sow.

And she liked the look and smell of him, too. The thick bunched muscle of his shoulders, his strong, angular snout, his heavy penis that was beginning to grow out of his bristly sheath. Everything just seemed right to her new senses. And as the hogs began to smell and nuzzle each other more aggressively, they found themselves becoming aroused. The sow moistened, her sexual scent increasing in intensity, And the boar responded by becoming erect, his bright red pizzle stiffening and pushing out of his sheath. He came up behind her, and half in instinct, she hunched down, spread her legs, and grunted her willingness.

He took her offer. The boar scrabbled up on the sow’s broad back, struggling a little with his new limbs and weight. But he got into position soon enough, and pushed his spiral-headed pizzle deep into her cunt. He felt her tightness – her cervix, too, had a corkscrew shape to it, and hugged his straining pizzle perfectly. He grunted in satisfaction as he finished mounting up. He was a bit surprised, but he liked how her thick pigflesh felt under him. The former hero started thrusting into the sow, causing her to shake and squeal.

The hogs coupled, giving themselves over to their porcine lust. And that lust soon claimed their whole minds. They became like ordinary rutting pigs, swept away in fulfilling their biological imperatives, and experiencing the pleasurable sensations with their large, primitive genitals. Free of any other context, their insistent mating grew to become their whole world, as they both came closer and closer to orgasm. Nothing existed for them outside of this act.

The sow came to her climax first. Opening her snout wide, she made a garbled squealing sound, as the feeling crashed down through every pore and nerve. No human orgasm even compared. Her pig ecstasy overwhelmed her, and she forgot everything – her former life, her humanity, even her name – as the waves of pleasure claimed her. And it just didn’t stop – minute after minute, and the orgasm just kept on going. At some point, he came as well, squirting blast after blast of pig semen into her womb like a cannon, eventually flooding her with almost half a liter of the stuff. And the boar was also consumed by the power of his piggish orgasm, itself lasting almost six minutes. But since it wasn’t as long or overpowering as hers, he kept some sliver of his mind, even as the bucking, insensate sow crashed to her knees, still shuddering in waves of pleasure. He let her go, his long penis finally pulling out of his animal lover.

As soon as it was done, his gargantuan pizzle pulled slowly back into his protective sheath. He grunted proudly, looking down at the orgasming sow. The boar was still breathing heavily, and was surprised to find that the sex had been no less fulfilling than when they had been human. Indeed, during the act, he had felt powerful, sensual, in a deeply primal way. The thought was still too new to accept, but the boar conceded that it was probably the best sex of his life. He had enjoyed mating his sow. And he had enjoyed doing it with his new body – his new penis. He felt an animal pride in his bestial masculinity.

Circe stood in the doorway, smiling in delight. She had come back in while they were mating, but didn’t want to interrupt the process. Besides, she enjoyed watching the pure and uncomplicated lovemaking of animals. Circe was pleased that they had taken this step on their own, accepting their porcine bodies. It would help them acclimate to their lives as swine.

The boar looked up at her and grunted, acknowledging her presence. He was too tired from breeding his sow to have the stamina to fight her, and doubted that he could succeed, anyway. It was best to go along with things for now.

Circe eventually leashed the swine, urging the big beasts out of the room. The sow was still a little woozy, staggering around in the afterglow of her overpowering orgasm. She grunted a little, her piggish brain full of happy thoughts. The boar nuzzled her, helping his mate waddle in something resembling a straight line until her senses finally came back to her. Like him, she didn’t seem as upset by her new station in life after that experience.

At last, the pair were ushered into the sty. Predictably, it was full of swine of all sizes. The other hogs looked up at their unexpected new neighbors. The boar wondered how many of them had started out as men and women, and how many of them had always been pigs. They all seemed to behave like normal swine, but that may have been because they had already acclimated to their lifestyle. He figured at least a few of them had to be like him, but he couldn’t tell the difference.

As the boar sniffed at his new sty mates, Circe smiled, patting the beast on the rump, and then pushing him into the sty with his mate. She sealed the door behind them, watching the boar closely. Her heart was thumping. The Batman was no more – the famous hero was now and forevermore just a pig whose purpose was to fertilize sows. Circe was almost shaking in her eagerness, consigning her animal into his new home. She couldn’t wait to acclimate him to the sty, and to finally witness the moment when a truly worthy opponent broke, and accepted his future as a beast. This was the kind of boar she had always wanted to own.

He stepped forward cautiously, exploring. The smells were attractive to him, from food to hay to other pigs to even the smell of droppings. He took a moment to appreciate the scent and texture of everything, marveling at the interplay of smell. Some odors had sunk deep into the floor and the walls, letting him read a little of the history of the place. But most importantly, the boar sized up the other hogs, making mental notes about them. The tactician in him was undimmed, and he sized up his new situation like any other. Most, of course, were of no consequence. But the body language of some was distinctly hostile. The detective carefully gauged his opponents.

The new sow also quietly compared herself to the other breeders. Most were fatter than her, but otherwise she felt that she measured up pretty well. Besides, now that she was a pig, it wouldn’t take her too long to put on weight. She’d be as fat as the other sows soon, especially after birthing a few litters. It took her a few moments to realize how alien her thoughts were – but they felt perfectly natural to her, and she found she couldn’t dismiss them easily.

Soon a big, muscular boar stood up, grunting and gesturing his snout at the new sow. From the deferential behavior of the other hogs, this was obviously the alpha boar of the herd. Bruce took a few steps in front of his sow and grunted as well, making sure his rival knew she wasn’t available. But the alpha didn’t care what the new boar thought, and moved to quickly put the interloper in his place. Bruce noticed that the alpha boar’s penis was partially erect, hanging low under him. Clearly he wanted to mate the sow right away, and add Selina to his harem. He obviously didn’t think the new hog would present too much of a problem.

Bruce grunted a warning. The boar knew he’d have to deal with the alpha if he wanted to protect his sow. He would need to teach all the other swine a lesson, if he wanted them to have any peace. Fortunately, he was up for a challenge. After all, he was still the Dark Knight, and ready to protect his princess.

The alpha made a low snarling sound, agitated that the new boar didn’t simply cow to him. But he’d had a lot of experience breaking arrogant new boars, and this one didn’t look that exceptional. He planned to humiliate Bruce quickly, so that none of the other pigs would respect him. Once Bruce had been put in his place, he could contribute to the welfare of the sty as the subordinate beast he was meant to be. And if he proved loyal to his alpha, he would eventually even be granted breeding rights with some lesser sow. But a sow like Selina could only belong to the dominant boar.

The two boars circled one another, looking for an opening. Both made feints, feeling out the other’s courage. And both quickly realized that the other wouldn’t back down. Bruce snorted again, in a challenge. His heart was beating faster, but with adrenaline, not with nervousness. He had beaten many opponents bigger than him, and a hostile pig wasn’t that different than a man. He found that his new boar body moved differently, but Circe had made him a hog in perfect health. The years of damage he’d done to his human body were gone. He was in his prime, and ready for the aggressive pig.

The alpha finally took the challenge. He charged, lowering his head. Clearly, he planned to try to flip his rival over, doing damage with his tusks. But Bruce sidestepped, letting the alpha charge by him, and smacking him on the side as he rushed past. The alpha squealed angrily, wheeling around. Other hogs were standing up, forming a loose circle around the fighters. They were curious about the outcome, and grunted like a crowd cheering a boxing match.

The alpha charged again, and Bruce tried to dodge again, but this time the alpha was ready, shifting course. But Bruce had lowered his head, too, and the alpha couldn’t get leverage. They butted up against each other, squealing, and the younger boar stomped on his opponent’s foreleg with his hoof. With a yelp, they separated and circled again. The alpha’s third charge was slower – it gave him less force, but more opportunity to react to the interloper. So when Bruce tried to dodge again, getting in another side attack, he was able to swing his head and knock Bruce off balance entirely.

Bruce squealed, staggering a few paces as he tried to regain his footing. The alpha didn’t give up his advantage, though, and got his head under Bruce’s side, jerking up and raking his tusks against the undefended belly. That managed to knock Bruce over, and the alpha followed up by biting at his tail. He squealed in pain, but kicked reflexively, striking the alpha in the head. It worked, forcing his rival back and allowing the new boar to hastily regain his feet.

Both boars circled warily now, aware that the other was not an opponent to be trifled with. The cheering grunts around them got louder – both from boars eager for bloodsport and also from sows interested to see who the dominant breeder would be. Selina joined them, grunting her own cheers for her champion.

Bruce charged this time, purposely swinging wide and missing the target. The alpha grunted mockingly, certain that the younger boar had lost his nerve at the last moment, and readied a charge of his own. He wanted to end the combat quickly – he couldn’t have the other boars thinking that he had weakened. But Bruce was ready, dodging away expertly and then delivering a powerful strike to the side, causing the alpha to skid in a semicircle as he tried to find his balance; to buy time. But Bruce wasn’t selling any, and the challenger was already on him.

Shoving his own head under the alpha, the boar jerked up, flipping him onto his side. Bruce stabbed once with his tusks at the exposed underbelly, then dodged around to the side to avoid any kicks from the downed alpha. His next strike came from the back, as Bruce bit the alpha on the testicles, eliciting a sharp squeal. The other boar swung around in rage, but Bruce was ready for him. A swift blow knocked the bigger beast back to the ground, and the young boar bit the alpha’s tail while his legs were splayed helplessly under him. He grunted in rage, fumbling around until his hooves were under him, but Bruce kicked him hard in the scrotum before he could stand, knocking the alpha for a loop. He wasn’t ready for a boar who knew the principles of Krav Maga, and was only able to make a wheezing sound as he slumped to the ground.

The grunting around them was growing still louder, and even Circe was cheering from outside the pen. Almost in instinct, the new boar jumped up on the older boar’s back like he was mating, making faux thrusting motions at the loser’s hindquarters. All of the other hogs watched the shameful display, losing all respect for the former alpha boar. The new boar would now be the master of the herd.

As the crowd of swine started to break up, the former alpha grunted in submission, bowing his head to Bruce. He knew when he was beaten, and there was nothing to do now but submit to the rightful alpha of the herd. Bruce squealed, accepting his subordinate’s surrender. Circe clapped, proud of the former hero. He trotted back over to Selina’s side, and the fat sow dutifully started licking his superficial wounds. Slowly, the sty retuned to normal.

Circe returned to her chambers, exulting in her victory. She skipped a little as she walked – the two new additions to the sty were all that she had hoped for. She stopped by her trophy room to admire the new display of their costumes, straightening them a little. And that night, she dreamed happy dreams of Odysseus forever transformed into a virile boar, purposefully mating dozens of sows instead of droning on endlessly about his tedious wife.

Out in the sty, the new pigs acclimated quickly. The boar put the pigsty in good order. Some other boars sensed weakness in the confusion of the transition, but he quickly disabused them of that notion, and within a few weeks, it was as if he had always been the alpha. He arranged things to his liking, making sure that he and his sow had good food and the softest hay. And then, when he was satisfied with the arrangement, the boar took over the former alpha’s harem, and went right to work breeding his new mates.

Circe was very happy, watching as the former hero accepted his life as a pig. She thought it suited him particularly well. Even his girlfriend seemed to be embracing her life as a sow, judging from her lack of reaction to the boar’s sudden promiscuity. And indeed, Selina tolerated it, feeling an instinctual desire for a strong, fertile boar. The human part of her didn’t like it, but she found that the pig part of her wanted the father of her piglets to be strong enough, important enough, to be breeding many sows. They still had their own minds, their own personalities; but the instincts and interests of swine dominated their new outlook on life.

Even if the lusty boar was having sex with dozens of sows, he still made Selina feel special. She was the one he nuzzled with, ate with, bedded down with. When he walked around the sty, checking to make sure everything was in order, he frequently brought her with him. It was obvious to all of the other pigs – Selina was still his favorite sow – the only one he truly loved. She was the princess of the pigsty.

But he clearly did enjoy breeding all the other sows. At first, he felt guilty about it – he wanted to be loyal to Selina. But the other sows smelled intoxicatingly good to him, and they all wanted to be bred by the strongest boar. It would be wrong not to share his seed with them; father healthy piglets on them. He felt that they deserved to raise his young. So he mated them – sometimes he even had the stamina for as many as five in a single day. And his feelings of guilt began to fade with every sow that he screwed.

He was unable to hide when he had an erection, and soon didn’t bother to try. The boar was proud of his masculinity, his muscular body, and especially his large penis. He found that he didn’t mind that the other pigs knew when he was feeling amorous, and was always happy to rut a sow into a senses-consuming orgasm. He quickly found that Selina’s climax had not been unusual. All of the sows had half hour orgasms, and his own were always more than five minutes. Human sex barely compared to pig ecstasies.

Soon, he had impregnated most of the sows, including Selina. She was happy to feel her belly swelling like the other brood sows, and Bruce felt an unexpected pride in seeing the pigs grow fat with his young. He was the master of the sty, and slowly he began to feel content with that, with how things were. If this was to be his retirement, it wasn’t a bad one.

Circe’s contentment, on the other hand, didn’t last. She started watching news reports, eager to hear stories about Gotham City noticing the absence of her famous vigilante. But as the evenings passed, she found her anger growing as she listened to more and more credible reports about Batman’s activity – and even the occasional story about Catwoman, too. Eventually, it became undeniable. It wasn’t just the wishful thinking of journalists – Batman was still present and active on the streets of Gotham City.

Circe was filled with rage. She’d been tricked! Her boar wasn’t Batman at all, just some vacationing thrill seeker in an expensive costume! She, of course, had no way of knowing that the Batman and Catwoman in the news reports were Bruce and Selina’s protégés, John Blake and Holly Robinson. That she actually had transformed the original Batman and Catwoman – genuine superheroes now occupied her sty as pigs. From her point of view, though, her greatest triumph had been snatched away from her. Just like Odysseus, all those centuries ago.

She stormed down to the sty, determined to butcher the boar who had made a fool of her. The fat pig would grace her table nicely as sausages and bacon – a fitting end for the arrogant pretender. Perhaps she’d even feed some of him to the rest of the pigs.

When she entered the sty, the new alpha was up on the back of a sow, rutting away at her. Both pigs were grunting with lust, and the sow tipped over into orgasm as Circe watched. The boar climaxed soon after, filling her and then finally withdrawing his wet pizzle from his shuddering, woozy mate. And as mad as Circe was, the sight of the strong, virile boar doing what he was meant to had a soporific effect on her rage. This was a boar who had quickly put her sty in good order, and it ran well under his intelligent leadership. What would be the effect of taking the alpha away? It would likely leave the pigsty in complete disarray. And she didn’t want that.

The boar looked up at her, grunting in acknowledgement. He couldn’t know her feelings; the danger that he was in. But still, he seemed to show proper respect to the woman who had turned him into a pig. As she watched, his favorite sow came over to his side, rubbing against him and then smelling the rear of the recently mated sow. Circe leaned against the fence, and observed them for a moment. Then, with a sigh, she turned to leave.

It was certainly still a disappointment for her, not to have beaten the famous vigilantes, but only some brash adventurers in costumes. She had loved the thought of someone as important as Batman living out his days as a grunting pig in her sty. But still, Bruce and Selina made such fine additions to the pigsty that she could hardly be mad at the young hogs. They were clearly well suited to being swine, and had earned their places among the pigs. She’d done well reshaping them into hogs. It wasn’t their fault she had mistaken them for their betters.

The young pigs grew comfortable in their new home, using the next few weeks to become accustomed to its rhythms. After a few months, they had completely acclimated to their new world, and there was little to differentiate them from the other pigs. And soon, the fat sow was on her side, giving birth to her first litter while her boar watched with paternal satisfaction. After it was done, the sow lovingly licked her piglets clean, guiding them to her heavy, swollen teats.

The bloated sow quickly came to love her role as a mother, and she doted on her darling piglets. They suckled her at least once an hour. She fell into it instinctively, grunting to her children to let them know what to do. It always took a little while for her milk to start – first they nosed around her nipples and sucked gently until she experienced an oxytocin rush, and then she let them know to start sucking in earnest. She loved the feeling of their little, wet, insistent snouts pulling on her dark nipples, the milk flowing through her fat body to her hungry babies. When they’d had enough, she stopped grunting, and they let go, massaging her teats a little more before they got up to play. She would struggle to her hooves, as well, watching over them and making sure they didn’t hurt themselves.

It wasn’t at all what they had planned on, but Bruce and Selina came to enjoy their lives as pigs. They had peace and anonymity, but also enjoyed high status in their unusual community. It was a pleasant retirement, living on the beautiful island and mating as often as they liked.

And they grew to love their new bodies, too. The boar loved his sweet, maternal sow – Selina had never been so beautiful to him as she was on her side, nursing a litter of his piglets. He was a bit surprised to find that he didn’t miss her sexy human body at all. In fact, he had grown to prefer her as a fat sow. And she too loved her stocky, muscular boar. His virile attentions continued to overwhelm her senses, and she was always eager to get pregnant with a new litter of his piglets. They were proud of their rotund bodies, and their children, and their sty.

The former Batman and Catwoman lived their whole lives as pigs, their absence going completely unnoticed by the outside world. After all, no one even knew they were alive to search for them. But the pigs didn’t really want to be rescued – they had good lives, as swine. And the fat hogs found they had no regrets.

The Pig Knight Rises
By Cersei
PART 1

#WeightGain #Transformation #PigGirls #PigGirl #FemalePigTransformation #FemaleTransformationStory
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#DigitalCirce

(man and woman to pig transformation)

Story warning: nudity, sex

They moved quickly from the Florentine café, keeping their eyes down. Although they were in a hurry, they stopped in an alleyway to kiss, unable to keep their hands off of each other. She giggled, but managed to turn serious for a moment.

“That was a big risk, Bruce. No one even knows we’re alive, and it would be best to keep it that way,” Selina said.

Bruce sighed. “I know, honey,” he agreed. “But I owed it to him. Alfred was my whole family for years. He deserved to know that he got his wish. That he’d made a difference – all the difference. That I’m happy now.”

Selina touched Bruce’s cheek gently. She hadn’t interacted much with Alfred Pennyworth, but she knew how much the older man meant to the former Dark Knight. And even though she and Bruce had retired, leaving their vigilante identities behind them, she also knew the importance of tying up loose ends.

So they had come to this café in Florence, which Bruce knew Alfred would visit. It still surprised Selina sometimes how well Bruce could read people, how accurately he could predict what they would do – how good of a detective he was. But then, he had been Batman. Of course he would be a good detective.

“Come on,” she whispered, smiling. “You’ve done your good deed for the day. Let’s get out of sight and away from tourists and cameras. I want to enjoy our retirement in peace.”

“Then no more public places for my princess. How about island hopping in the Greek isles? Just you and me, deserted beaches, lots of wine…”

Selina closed her eyes, imagining it. “Sounds divine,” she said, then giggled and raced away from him. Bruce laughed, a sound she hoped to hear more of, and gave pursuit. He watched her retreating figure appreciatively – her long, flowing brown locks of hair, her thin but curvaceous figure, her gorgeous butt, and her long, athletic legs. Certainly a prize worthy of his pursuit.

They were both breathless by the time they got back to their yacht on the Arno. But the former Batman and Catwoman managed to evade recognition, and launched down the river until they emerged into the deep blue of the Mediterranean Sea.

It wasn’t the most luxurious of boats, but it wasn’t small, either. Despite the League of Shadows’ financial chicanery that wiped out the majority of Bruce Wayne’s wealth, he had secreted money and assets away in numerous places in the world. At the time, he had considered it prudent in his war on crime. After all, he never knew when he would have to leave Gotham to follow a lead. His adventures had taken him as far away as Hong Kong, and it never hurt to be prepared. But now, those assets made for a comfortable early retirement for the Dark Knight detective.

Bruce and Selina set course for Greece, lazily sightseeing the beautiful island coasts for days. With no destination in mind, they eventually picked a rich forested one that appeared deserted, coming ashore with a picnic basket and a carton of wine. Selina spread the blankets and prepared lunch, while Bruce collected firewood. They ate, and explored the beach and the woods, and finally watched the sun setting over the motion of the tide.

They made love there on the beach, their mouths exploring each other hungrily. It was a warm night, and there was the fire besides, so they were comfortable in the nude. He ran his hands across the elegant curve of her gymnast’s body, and she traced his battle scars with her fingertips. The glorious, romantic setting invigorated them, lending them stamina. As they kissed, they found their lips wandering down each others’ bodies, and soon were pleasuring each other with their mouths. Selina, especially, threw herself into it, making a purring sound around his penis even as his tongue explored her moist folds. Soon they were face to face again, he inside her, and pumping until both lay sated on their rumpled blankets, their sweat shimmering in the firelight.

“Oh, baby, that was so good,” murmured Selina.

“I know. I love you,” Bruce whispered, rolling over to gaze up at the full moon.

They laid there, luxuriating in their afterglow, and lost to the beauty of the world around them. But then, Selina propped herself up on one elbow. “Bruce, what’s that?” she asked, pointing out through the woods, towards the center of the island.

He looked, and immediately saw what had drawn her attention. There were several points of light – maybe fires, by the look of it. “Maybe this island isn’t so deserted,” Bruce said, and fumbled in the basket for a pair of binoculars. It was strange that there would be so many campfires grouped together like that. And so far inland, too. But when he raised the binoculars, he realized that they weren’t campfires at all.

“Honey, it’s a building,” Bruce said, handing her the binoculars so she could see, too. “They’re lights in the windows.”

“How?” she asked. “You saw, this island doesn’t have a dock. How could it support such a big building? And why didn’t we see any evidence that the island was in use?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s a mystery.”

“Oooh! A mystery!” Selina squealed, excitedly. “We should explore. Find out who is there!”

“I thought you wanted to avoid people for a while,” he said good-naturedly.

“Oh, there aren’t going to be any newspaper photographers there, Bruce! Besides, we don’t have to make contact. Just poke around a little, and see what we can find.”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Wouldn’t you rather just stay on the beach? We could make love again.”

“Come on. It’ll be an adventure.” She pouted a little, and Bruce laughed at the exaggerated trembling of her lips.

“Oh, why not?” he relented.

“We should wear our costumes,” she added. “You know, for anonymity.”

“We’re not Batman and Catwoman anymore,” he chided.

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! Don’t tell me you’re not at least keen to do the voice again.”

Bruce smiled. “Okay, anything for my princess. I’ll go get them,” he offered.

Among the gear Bruce had secreted around the world, were spare batsuits and crimefighting equipment. He had one in a hidden compartment on the yacht. And Selina’s tight catsuit was there, as well, along with her own gear. He returned to the boat and quickly suited up, putting her costume in a duffle bag, and then glided back to their campsite. It was invigorating. As much as he’d thought he had put Batman behind him, it felt good to be in costume; to float over the gentle motion of the water.

When he landed on the beach, Selina was waiting for him, hands on her hips. The gorgeous girl was still naked, the firelight painting shifting patterns on her beautiful bare body. Batman quickly gave her the bag, and then stood back and enjoyed watching her shimmy and squirm into her costume. She shook her sexy bottom at him, teasingly, before pulling the catsuit up over it. A few minutes later, and it was Catwoman who stood before him. She pulled her cat-eared goggles down, activating her nightvision.

“Let’s go, love,” she said excitedly.

The trek through the woods was uneventful, and they quickly came in sight of the building. They were surprised to find that it was a castle, ancient in design but pristine in its upkeep. The lights in the windows were stable, seeming not to be firelight. It was a strange mix of ancient and modern, and both of their curiosities were piqued.

After slowly casing the perimeter, they identified a good entry point at an open, second story window. They didn’t see any guards, or inhabitants of any kind. The only animal noises were the quiet sound of livestock from nearby barns, and the chirp of cicadas.

“Looks like everybody’s asleep,” whispered Catwoman.

“Must be,” agreed Batman. “Certainly no security. Still want to go in?”

“You know how cats are,” Selina said playfully, and they both prepared their grapples.

A quick climb brought them into a deserted, but sumptuously appointed room. They looked around a little, then slowly moved into the hall, looking at the rows of doors and the grandiose staircase leading downstairs. They followed it, finding an extravagant great hall that was on par with the one in Wayne Manor. Again, no one appeared to be around except for a big, shaggy dog sleeping in a corner.

Silently, they moved about, finding a more intimate but nonetheless incredible dining room with a long set table. Even though all the hallways had been lit, this was the first place they saw fire, with a large one crackling in the hearth and candles in elegant holders burning on the table. “You could feed thirty people here,” Catwoman whispered, impressed.

“Looks like they were going to,” Batman said, gesturing to food on the table. “I wonder why everyone left without eating?”

“Who knows. What are they serving? Pitas?”

Batman walked over to the table. “Looks like spice cakes, of some sort.” He picked one up and smelled it. “It’s soft, and fresh. Probably wasn’t prepared more than twelve hours ago.”

Catwoman swaggered over to the table, and picked one up as well. It smelled delicious, and she took a bite, and then another. “Mmm. They’re really good. Try it, Bruce,” she said.

He smiled, and tasted his, too. It was good, although he couldn’t identify the spice. Not fennel, or even anise, but perhaps something in that family. It was strange; he was generally good at identifying Mediterranean cuisine. Perhaps it was a local spice. Before he knew it, he had finished his entire cake. As he looked up, he saw that Selina had started on a second one.

“Not too much,” he whispered, moving food on the platter around to disguise the loss. “Let’s keep exploring.”

Selina nodded, and wiped her hands off, following Bruce back into the great hall. They crept around, finding an opulent fountain and baths to the right, and crossing back to a library on the left. Batman went over to the book cases, looking at the titles. Many of the things on the shelves seemed to predate the printing press, although they were immaculately preserved. He noticed a lot of languages on the spines – maybe only a quarter of them were in Greek. Of the ones in languages he recognized, they seemed to span many subjects, but with a particular emphasis on history and the occult. Some even looked like they were supposed to be ancient spellbooks. He looked around, in awe of the priceless bibliographic collection.

Catwoman had a less literary bent, and spun an ornate globe, noticing idly that it was so old that it did not even reflect the existence of North or South America. She looked at an antique vertical loom, noticing a pattern that had been started in gold thread, of a woman surrounded by lions, wolves, and more. It was an expert weaving. So where was the weaver?

They continued exploring, eventually coming to a royal audience chamber. Catwoman gasped, taken with the glittering gold and rubies and jade surrounding her. There was a throne as well, padded with plush velvet cushions and ermine trim. She sat down, purring to herself on her throne.

“I really am your princess, now,” she whispered to Batman. But he didn’t respond. “I said, now I’m really your princess,” she whispered again, but noticed that his attention was taken by the coat of arms over her head. She looked up, seeing Greek text surrounding a red, black, and yellow shield. She didn’t know much about heraldry, but it clearly reflected an upright, almost dancing figure of a boar. And conspicuously between its legs, was a large pizzle. She stifled a giggle at the unusual sight.

“What?” she asked, noticing Batman staring at the heraldry intensely. “Do you recognize it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “This is the castle of Circe.”

“Who?”

“A sorceress described in The Odyssey. She turns Odysseus’s men into pigs, and then later helps guide him safely past Scylla and Charybdis.”

“Are you serious? Are you actually saying that story is real?”

“I don’t know. Certainly, I don’t think, even if there was an actual Circe back then, that she would still be alive thousands of years later. But her descendants might. She was supposed to have had a son by Odysseus, and eventually married his son Telemachus.”

“Still, fairy tales,” Catwoman noted.

“Maybe. But look around. This place is clearly kept up, but there’s nobody around. Just like it was described in the old poems and myths. And the décor – some of the things in here are thousands of years old, and well preserved. This place has been kept like this for a long, long time.”

“So are museums all around the world. It’s an eccentric collector, not an enchantress.”

“Maybe,” agreed Batman. “But still, I think we’ve seen enough. Let’s go back the way we came.”

“There’s no such thing as witches, Bruce. Come on, let’s keep exploring. This place is awesome.” She smiled, and he looked into her deep brown eyes. He could never resist those eyes. He shrugged.

“Okay, but if we find ourselves in a situation, it’s your fault,” he said resignedly.

“I’m not the one who’s scared we’ll be turned into big, fat, grunting pigs,” Selina retorted, a crooked smile on her face.

The pair continued to explore, finding a large kitchen equal to the task of feeding a packed great hall, and what looked like a shrine to Zeus. There was a large statue of him at the apex, holding a lightning bolt cast out of solid gold. Selina gasped, impressed with the opulence.

But the solitary figure seemed out of place, too. “Wasn’t Greece pantheistic?” Catwoman whispered. “Why aren’t there shrines to Aphrodite or Poseidon or anything else?”

“I think Zeus, Helios, and Hecate are the only gods Circe was supposed to care about,” Batman answered quietly.

Catwoman stopped short, looking at her lover carefully. “What is it, Bruce? What about this place has the most rational man in the world worrying about ghost stories?”

Batman cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. “It was something I read in a League of Shadows journal a long time ago. They had this herbal, that described plants that had strange effects on people. And I know at least some of the entries were real, because it described a flower that caused a fear effect that I’ve seen used. And one of the entries was for a plant that the mythological enchantress Circe used to help her devolve people into animals.”

“That’s mystic mumbo jumbo.”

“I thought so too, at the time, but now I’m not so certain. And I’m pretty sure the transformative agent was a spice.”

“The spice cakes!”

“Exactly. And we both ate them.”

“That’s still not proof,” said Selina, less certain of herself.

“No. But it’s a lot of warning signs that something isn’t right.”

“We’ll be careful.”

They moved more quietly then, mutually agreeing to explore second-story rooms closer to their entrance point. There was still a lot to see, as they explored sumptuous guest bedrooms and lounges. Here, they started to see modern conveniences mixed in with the classical décor, such as televisions. But all of the rooms seemed deserted – there were apparently no invited guests this evening. Unusual, when there was a table prepared for thirty below them.

Another wide room proved to be an armory, or at least a museum of armor. Ancient suits of Greek hoplite armor stood alongside counterparts from Rome, China, Persia, and Babylon; and as the room went on, the suits of armor and weapons reflected the changing ages and aesthetics of time. There were medieval knights and dragoons, samurai and cuirassiers. And by the end of the room, modern flak jackets and machine guns from recent militaries were on display. Most were of museum quality, but a few showed the marks of war.

The next room they tried was locked, but Catwoman picked her way in easily. Inside was a workshop, the walls covered with shelves holding jars and containers of numerous exotic substances. Glyphs and runes were carved into the walls and floor in geometric patterns, and papers littered the tables, written in a careful hand, of what looked like recipes, formulae, and cryptic-sounding prophecies. A scrying pool in the middle of the room reflected the stars through a skylight, and magic symbols and artifacts that Batman recognized from cultures diverse as Egyptian, Minoan, Greek, and Babylonian adorned every surface.

“What the hell’s all this?” Catwoman asked, exploring the shelves of arcane substances.

“It looks like her laboratory. Or conjuring room,” said Batman evenly.

Catwoman ran her had across the surface of the main work table, her fingers lightly brushing copper glyphs mounted into the surface. They flickered and glowed red for a moment, and she jerked her hand away. As soon as she did, they dimmed back to ordinary dull metal. “Okay, that was weird,” she murmured.

“Let’s move on,” suggested Batman.

“Yeah. There’s got to be a treasure room here somewhere, right?” Selina asked playfully.

“We’re not taking anything,” Bruce admonished.

“Spoilsport. Once a jewel thief, always a jewel thief, my Mom used to say,” she replied airily, and kissed him.

But the pair was in for a surprise as they exited the laboratory. The heard the sound of stone scraping across stone from below them, and then the sound repeated all around them. “Look!” hissed Catwoman, pointing to the knobs on doors across the hall. One by one, heavy stone locks were rotating out of the walls and on to every door. Quickly, Batman pushed into an unsealed door, but inside heavy stone gates had just closed over the window. All of the exits had begun to seal on their own.

“We have to get out of here!” whispered Batman, propelling Selina towards the stairs. They raced down to the main floor, only to see doors closing and locking throughout the hall. The door to the throne room was the only one near enough that was still open, so they pushed back into it. Batman couldn’t remember if it had any windows, but the corridor definitely didn’t, and nor did it have any good hiding places.

Unfortunately, there weren’t any windows. But there was a lot of furniture. “Get into hiding,” directed Batman. “Whichever of us is seen first, the other will jump her.”

“Who? Circe?” asked Catwoman.

“Or one of her decedents,” said Batman, crouching behind the pedestal a large statue was resting on. Selina nodded, and quickly hid herself behind the throne.

They didn’t have to wait long. Within moments, a gorgeous, dark-haired woman in fancy Greek garb strode in, a frown on her face. “You can give up now, intruders,” she said, her Greek-accented voice still enunciating crisp English. “I don’t like uninvited guests who root through my things.”

She looked around her audience chamber carefully, searching. She tapped her wand against her hip. After a moment, she walked all the way in, letting the door seal soundly behind her. She edged around the wall, keeping herself from ending up between multiple opponents. Batman admired that care, but it would make it difficult to beat her. He decided that their best chance was a distraction – if Circe (he couldn’t deny it was her anymore) was focused on him, Catwoman would be free to act.

Still, there was no sense just giving himself up. Reaching into his utility belt, he pulled out a gas canister and his grapple gun, and tucked three batarangs between the knuckles of his right hand. Then he lobbed the gas grenade towards the throne, hoping to give Catwoman some cover. Circe whipped her wand up, pointing it like a gun at the throne, and Batman leapt at her side, tossing the batarangs at her.

She noticed the attack, waving her wand around, and the metal bat shapes stopped short, falling uselessly to the ground. Batman leveled his gun, squeezing the trigger and burying the point in the door behind her, the line tracing just past Circe’s head. Her eyes widened as she got a clear look at him, and in that moment he’d already drawn two more batarangs and narrowed the distance to eight feet. He tugged on the line, but the door didn’t budge. He’d have to count on Catwoman to disable the sorceress.

Circe’s mouth dropped open, as she looked Bruce up and down. “The Batman! America’s great vigilante! Here?” she gaped.

“So you’ve heard of me,” Batman hissed.

“Everyone’s heard of you,” said Circe appreciatively.

“And you’re Circe, I presume,” he said gruffly, weapons still drawn.

“I am,” the sorceress said. “What brings someone like you to invade my home, so far away from your own country?”

“I’m a detective, and this island needed investigating,” he growled, and moved towards her. Circe brought her wand up, focused on him, and Catwoman took the opportunity to strike. Nimbly, the gymnast cleared the distance, throwing herself at the Greek woman. But some sixth sense caused Circe to turn, and hurl herself out of the way. Selina went sprawling, falling to all fours with her bottom in the air. The immortal enchantress kicked her leg, keeping her from standing up.

“Clever,” Circe hissed, and swatted Catwoman soundly on the butt with her wand. “But I knew there were two of you that had eaten my food.” Batman tugged his grapple line, hoping to use it to trip the enchantress. He managed to clothesline her and she staggered, but not enough to lose her footing, and her wand again stopped his volley of batarangs. He lunged, grabbing her wrists, and struggled for the wand.

“You’re everything they said you were,” Circe grunted, trying to dislodge the hero. She was inhumanly strong for her size, but Batman had far more combat training, and he efficiently countered her attempts to escape his grasp. He hoped Catwoman would find her feet, and attack Circe from behind while he had her grappled. But a glance in her direction told him that wasn’t happening. Selina knelt on the floor, her beautiful butt still sticking up in the air, and her whole body trembling. She looked up at Bruce, distress etched on her face. A face that looked slightly different, somehow.

“Batman! Help me!” she squealed.

“Catwoman!” he answered, but his moment of distraction was all Circe needed. Wrenching her wrist from his grasp, she brought her wand down solidly on his head. It didn’t hurt, although it made a loud cracking sound on the graphite. Still, he fell to his knees, a strange sensation flowing through his body. Circe just stepped back, settling herself on her throne and watching the spectacle unfold.

Batman struggled through the sensations, pulling himself over to Catwoman and trying to drag her away from the sorceress before her magic fully took hold. But their fate was inevitable now, and the lovers started their transformation into pigs.

“Uhhgh,” Batman grunted, feeling his nose enlarge and push against his cowl. His body seemed to be straining at the confines of his costume, and his senses were fuzzy, but he managed to get an arm around Selina, trying to get her upright. “Ahh!” he said, his lower canine teeth suddenly pushing past his lips.

As he raised her face to his, she grunted in confusion, looking at his new tusks. He could see that the gorgeous, willowy brunette was changing too. Her nose had tilted up, and was swelling. She flared her nostrils in shock, making frightened pig noises. At a feeling of pain in his midsection, Batman fumbled with his belt, but his hands suddenly felt clumsy.

“What are you doing to us?” he managed to grunt. Of course, deep down, he already knew the answer.

Circe smiled warmly. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m turning you both into pigs.” At that, Selina squealed in shock, no longer able to deny the ‘fairytale’ she’d chided Bruce for believing earlier. She could feel her own costume getting tighter, as her body swelled. But their de-evolution was not to be a quick thing, and their metamorphosis, while relentless, came slowly enough that they could appreciate each shifting feature, each new sensation. This was Circe’s greatest handiwork, and she didn’t like the experience to be rushed.

“No… please… spare her…” Bruce grunted. His voice was already sounding less human.

Circe smiled cheekily, shaking her head. “She’ll make a lovely sow, don’t you think?” she asked, but Bruce was only able to oink in reply.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 2

Test Samples
By Digital Circe

(woman to pig transformation)

Story warning: nudity, scat, sex

#WeightGain #Transformation #PigGirls #PigGirl #FemalePigTransformation #FemaleTransformationStory
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#DigitalCirce

Amy, Beth, and Cindy were studying to be veterinary assistants at their local community college, and on the whole they liked the curriculum. They’d been friends in high school, and popular there – they had even been nicknamed the ABCs – but upon graduation, had found that their looks didn’t immediately translate into decent jobs. So they had decided to get certified as veterinary assistants, and get good paying jobs supporting the many farms in the area.

It was a bit of a transition for the beautiful girls. They hadn’t put a lot of effort into their classes in high school, simply assuming that they’d marry well and move away from their rural farming community. But there just weren’t that many romantic prospects, and they’d quickly found themselves taking jobs waitressing, and decided that they needed to improve their skills. Amy, a curvaceous blonde, had found the flyer for the agricultural science program. None of them had ever worked on a farm before (although they’d certainly been around them all their lives), but the local vets were always looking for assistants, and all of the girls loved animals. Ever the impetuous one, Amy had quickly talked the others into it. They’d all enrolled the next day, paying for the first semester with their meager savings. They’d shared textbooks to save money.

The curriculum for an Associate’s degree lasted two years, and they were now over halfway through their third semester. They had already learned about a lot, from animal examination and handling to drugs to extremely basic surgery techniques. They’d even had the chance to work with modern equipment, like MRIs. And this semester they were learning analysis – what to look for in skin or fur, coloration, mucous, and other biological products. Most of the semester had been theory, but they were about to get into practice, and work with real samples in the lab. Eventually, they’d even be entrusted to handle live animals in apprenticeships. Their last semester would involve putting what they’d learned into practice – injecting a real animal instead of practicing on a hot dog, for instance. All of them were very excited.

But, as interesting as it was, there were challenges. They frequently stayed late into the evening at the school’s study center, cramming. None of them had particularly cared about chemistry or biology when they were in high school, so frequent late nights of research were the only things that got them through their drug therapy and interaction classes. And that particular evening, the trio had been fretting about an upcoming assignment.

“So, what are you gonna do for your feces examination?” asked Amy.

“Probably bring in a sample from my cat’s litterbox,” said Beth, idly twisting a pencil in a lock of her dark brunette hair.

“I don’t know why the college doesn’t just give us the stupid samples themselves,” added Cindy.

“Yeah. But you know they don’t want it from a pet. They want something from a farm animal,” Amy said.

“Of course. We are in the agricultural science program,” Cindy agreed.

“I know. But it’s not like we have a lot of access to farms yet. And really, how much difference is there from one animal stool to another?” asked Beth.

“I don’t know. But I don’t want to get a bad grade on this. Especially after that damned radiology test!” complained Amy.

“They can’t all be that hard,” Cindy said, patting her on the shoulder.

Their conversation wasn’t too different from any other evening, but on this particular night, they were overheard. Although the study center was nearly deserted, with only a sleepy clerk at the front desk, another student named David was looking at the bookshelves when he heard the girls complaining. He put a book on web design back on the shelf, debating whether he should talk to them. He knew of them, of course – they were among the prettiest and most dedicated students at the community college. At one time or another, they had caught just about everyone’s eye. But David wasn’t interested in dating them. Finally, he decided to speak up and make the girls an offer.

“Hey. I can help you pass,” David said, coming around the book shelves to the study room they were using.

Cindy looked up. “You can? How?” she asked.

“Can you get us farm animal dung?” added Beth.

“Better. I can get you pig droppings, but it’ll be dung that you’ll already know exactly what the animal ate and how healthy she was.”

“That would be awesome,” said Amy.

“Although, kind of cheating,” noted Beth.

“Screw that. We’ll learn just as much this way. You’re… David, right? I think I’ve seen you around. Are you a farm boy?”

“I am,” David agreed. “My dad owns a hog farm on the east side of town. I’m here in the IT program, because nobody in my family can make a web site worth a damn, and it’s hurting our business.”

“Hey, awesome,” said Beth. “Maybe we’ll end up doing vet work for your dad some when we graduate.”

“We’d be lucky to have you on our farm,” David said, suppressing a smile. “I think you three would be great.”

“You know it,” said Cindy, feeling better about the upcoming assignment already. “So. Pig dung. How do we get it? Can we pick it up this weekend?”

David smiled. “Oh, you’ll just make it. I’ll turn you three into pigs, you can make your own samples, and then you’ll have an easy A.”

“Are you crazy, or is this some kind of insult?” Amy asked hotly, putting her hands on her hips. Beth blinked, unsure that she’d heard him right. Cindy just laughed derisively.

“Sorry,” said David quickly. “I guess that does sound stupid, doesn’t it? Let me show you, instead.” The girls rolled their eyes, but David just muttered under his breath, and waved his hand a little.

“What’s that supposed to be, magic?” asked Amy sarcastically.

“Exactly,” David said.

But the girls’ snorts of derision were quickly silenced as a strange feeling came over all of them. It started as a warmth in their pretty bottoms, but quickly turned into a feeling of pressure. They all felt a twitching along their coccyx, and their hands flew to their backsides. They squealed in shock at the alien sensations, as tubes of flesh pushed out, widening and taking shape and finally starting to move around under their own power. It seemed unbelievable, but it was true. Sure enough, in the span of about twenty seconds, each one had grown a perfect springy pig tail above her butt.

“What… what the hell?” gasped Cindy. The girls all pulled the waistbands of their pants low, looking in awe and shock at each others’ tails. Gently, Amy reached out and touched Beth’s, causing her to squeal slightly.

“Oh, my God. It’s true!” squeaked Amy, amazed. “You can actually turn us… turn us into pigs!”

“Of course I can,” said David, looking at his handiwork proudly. He noticed a tattoo on Amy’s back – a flowery ‘tramp stamp’ just above her energetic tail. It looked good paired with her new feature.

“Show me!” she said, impetuously. “Do it, and let us see what it’s like!” Cindy and Beth just looked at each other nervously, but it was always difficult to talk Amy out of something once her mind was set to it. All three turned to face David, looking expectantly at the strange student.

“I’d be glad to,” he agreed, and cleared his throat. “Of course, you may want to undress for this. You don’t want your clothing damaged by your size changes.”

Amy immediately started shucking off her clothing, pulling loose her top and her jeans, then yanking off her underwear and adding it to the pile. Her big boobs bounced unrestrained with her eager movements, and soon the blonde was naked but for her socks. Beth and Cindy pulled off their clothing more slowly, and neither were willing to be fully nude in front of a boy they hardly knew. Cindy kept on her panties, and Beth kept her bra as well. When they had stripped, they looked up expectantly.

David took a second to appreciate the gorgeous bodies of the beautiful women. He was glad Amy was so interested in being transformed – without her initiative, the other two might have turned him down. She had a fabulous figure, and she looked cute with her hands on her hips, looking back at him expectantly and utterly unconcerned about her nakedness. David thought that the pretty girl would make an exceptionally good sow. She certainly had the right temperament for it.

Cindy was a bit more nervous, and crossed her arms over her bare breasts. David thought it was a pity; she had particularly lovely nipples. He was sure they would make excellent teats for any piglets she might bear in the future. She was a little shorter than Amy, and her rich, abundant chestnut curls perfectly accentuated her green eyes. Still, nervous as she was, she looked at him with curiosity. She also wanted to see the impossible happen.

Beth was obviously the least on board with the idea, but even she looked back at David with interest. Her simplistic, light colored underwear did nothing to distract from her athletic natural beauty, her thick, dark brunette hair falling low past her shoulders. She was the tallest of the girls, and the thinnest – but he thought her sleek, graceful body would look even better when she had swelled out into a sow. She also had a tattoo – a small circle of roses around her ankle. Her simple bra concealed the slightest bosom of the three, but David felt she was welcome to it if it made her transformation easier on her. He had asked them to undress for their benefit, after all, not his. Mostly.

“Okay, get ready,” he said, and started chanting again. The girls immediately felt it; first a warmth and then a wiggling feeling deep inside. And then it began in earnest.

Cindy was the first to notice something, with her hand against her bare skin. “Look!” she managed to say, as her thumb shortened and her middle fingers began to crust over with keratin. All of the girls looked, flexing their own stiffening fingers.

“It’s really happening!” exclaimed Beth, but none of the girls needed such confirmation. They could feel the transformations indisputably altering their attractive bodies. The girls’ voices began to deepen as their faces and sinuses changed; noses flaring and flattening upwards into cute snouts. Their teeth changed shape, tiny tusks poking at the edges of their lips, while their tongues thickened and increased in length to fill their lengthening snouts. They each made an occasional snorting sound as they looked down at themselves, and each other, in shock and wonder.

All of them felt their bellies swell, beginning to bulge out, and tiny nipples blossoming down them. They touched the small buds with stiff fingers, their thumbs now almost entirely gone and their little fingers hardly more than dew claws. As their torsos bulged, their arms and legs began to shorten, and Cindy carefully lowered herself to her knees to keep her balance. The other two soon followed her wise example. They were growing broad and barrel shaped, as thick pigmeat developed on their once-thin bodies.

Their heads continued to change, ears growing large and floppy, and completely unconcealed by their hair. Their eyes darkened, the sparkling blues and browns and greens morphing into the rich dark of pigs. “This is so cool,” whispered Amy as their snouts continued to grow, fitting better on their much larger, flatter skulls. By now, their pig senses had sharpened, and they could detect the odors of each other, of David, of paper and plastic and even the sleeping clerk way up in the front. They sniffed the air, amazed at how much more sensory information about the world was available to them.

One by one, the girls settled onto all fours as their arms and legs shrank to the same size, and soon none of them had arms at all. Cindy raised a new foreleg, curious, and was pleased to find that it was easy to move. Their bodies lengthened, spreading out the new weight, and continuing to swell. And behind them, their sexy bottoms bulged large, losing their definition and becoming fitting butts for pigs. Under their tails, their vaginas swelled, becoming large and primitive and decidedly rear-facing, nestled comfortably beneath their altered anuses.

As their bottoms expanded, Beth and Cindy felt their underpants tighten, and the seams finally burst as their hindquarters became too large. The useless rags dropped to the ground, but of course their large pig butts no longer required such human modesty.

Further up, their breasts diminished, becoming just two more teats in their long rows of dugs. Amy’s breasts took the longest to recede, but the process was inevitable, and none of them seemed to miss their feminine graces. As their bodies swelled to their final proportions, Beth’s bra tore through as well, leaving all the hogs naked. She grunted in relief, thankful to have the restrictive garment gone. She was sad she hadn’t had the foresight to take it off before her transformation began.

The girls’ necks realigned with their bodies, bringing the big skulls into place, and their beautiful hair began to fade away, sinking into their scalps. A few bristles formed on their thickened skin, and then the transformations slowly ceased. The three beautiful women had finished their metamorphosis – they were now unquestionably sows.

David smiled, proud of the transformation. All three were indistinguishable from normal pigs, save for Amy and Beth’s tattoos, and a small lock of blonde, brunette, and chestnut hair on the tips of each of their tails. Otherwise they were fat sows, with a healthy pink hue to them. Now if he could only convince them to join, they would all make excellent additions to the sty.

The hogs grunted and squealed, impressed with the incredible magic. Amy, especially, seemed happy with the results. The former buxom blonde happily explored how her new body moved, trotting around freely. But the other two sows focused on their senses, smelling the air and luxuriating in the world of new sensations they now occupied. They smelled each other, enjoying the nuance their powerful new noses revealed to them.

“Beautiful,” David said. “You three are perfect hogs. Now, why don’t you take half an hour to explore your new bodies before I change you back. Feel what it’s like to be pigs. And if you decide you like it, I’ll turn you all back into sows this weekend, so you can make your own stool samples.”

The pigs nodded, appreciating the opportunity to explore. The fat, grunting sows started wandering about the study center, sniffing around and exploring. Everything was like a new experience to them, with their powerful new senses. They played a little, too, nipping at each others’ tails and rubbing their big bodies against one another.

All too soon it was over, and David drew the sows back into the study room. After a brief chant, they started to shift again, their bodies thinning and their pig features retreating. Within minutes, all three naked girls had been fully restored to their human forms – even their tails had disappeared. They quickly pulled their clothes back on, although Cindy was now without panties and Beth was completely commando.

“Wow, that was amazing!” squealed Amy.

“So you’re magical – a wizard! Can you make anything happen?” asked Cindy.

“Yeah, why is your farm struggling? I’d just magically create money or something,” added Beth.

David smiled. “I suppose some people can do things like that,” he said. “But there’re lots of types of magic, and of the people in my family that are so inclined, are all trained in an organic-based tradition. We can change animals, or heal a broken leg, or slow down aging. But we can’t create metal out of thin air, or make it rain, or move objects with our minds. Other traditions can do different stuff, but not anyone I know.”

“Oh,” said Amy. “Still, it’s incredibly cool.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” added Cindy.

“That’s okay – it’s a hard thing to believe. But if you want to ace this thing, just come up to my father’s farm for the weekend. I’ll turn you all into sows again, you can eat whatever you want, then when you examine your own sample on Monday, you’ll know exactly what’s in it.”

“I don’t know…” Beth said.

“Come on, Beth,” protested Amy. “That was awesome, you have to admit. And I really, really want to pass this, and impress Professor Newton. You don’t actually want to use your cat’s shit, do you? Think how much better off we’ll be when we all show up with genuine pig stool samples, and perfectly dissect and diagnose them.”

“I’m in,” offered Cindy.

“Oh, all right,” Beth finally agreed.

“Perfect,” said David. “I’ll see you Saturday morning.” And he gave them the address.

The girls were a little nervous, preparing for the weekend. What would it be like to live in a pigsty? But they were excited, too. They already missed their infinitely sharper pig senses, and they couldn’t wait to show their professor how well they could do.

They struggled with what to wear. On the one hand, it didn’t matter – they’d just be taking off their clothes right away, and wouldn’t need them for the whole weekend. But they wanted to make a good impression on David, as well – and give him strong incentive to turn them back at the end of the weekend. They didn’t really think he’d leave them as pigs – if he had wanted to do that, he would have already – but still, it wouldn’t hurt to remind him how attractive they were as women. The girls ended up dressing almost like they were going on dates. They all piled into Cindy’s car for the short trip east.

When they got to the farm, the unavoidable smell of pig waste greeted them. It wasn’t too strong away from the barns – which looked like modern warehouses – and it wasn’t like it was an uncommon smell in their hometown. Still, it was a sobering reminder of where they’d be spending the next two days. They went to the house and rang the doorbell, and David greeted them and led them into his living room.

“I’m glad you came,” he said.

“I’ve really been looking forward to this,” answered Amy. “When can we start?”

“Right now, if you want.”

“Yeah,” said Cindy, “Let’s get this show on the road.” The girls quickly stripped again, and this time all three stood completely nude in front of him. David was surprised at how much makeup they were wearing and how much effort they’d put into styling their hair. But he didn’t complain – they made a lovely vision as they stood expectantly, willing and waiting to be transformed into pigs. He didn’t make them wait long, speaking the magic words and compelling them to become hogs again. He couldn’t wait to show them the sty.

The girls murmured excitedly as they felt the warmth spread through them again, luxuriating in the unusual feeling. This time, they eagerly touched themselves and each other, enjoying the feeling of their noses flattening, ears growing, hooves forming. They pulled and played with each others’ tails as they twisted out over broadening backsides, complimenting one another’s new features until their voices faded into grunts and squeals. As their senses improved, they sniffed at each other and at the room, taking in the depth of the sensory world that they had glimpsed before.

As they fattened, the girls got down on all fours, shaking their tails about proudly. They seemed completely unconcerned with David’s presence, sniffing at each others’ changing genitals and blossoming nipples. As the girls’ heads enlarged and grew flat, their snouts finished developing, perfecting their new senses of smell. They squealed happily as they continued to round out into broad barrel shapes, their forelegs settling into comfortable new positions. As their breasts dwindled and their hair regressed, the excited girls again found themselves as fat sows. The pigs grunted proudly, looking forward to the weekend’s experiences.

David looked over the fat hogs in his living room. Again, there was little to distinguish them as having ever been human. Amy, of course, had her beautiful tattoo above her tail, and Beth’s flowery circlet around her hind leg was now higher, given the new shape of her ankle bones. And, of course, all three were wearing too much blush and eyeshadow. But those were minor things. On the whole, they had taken to their pig forms remarkably well.

“Great job, pigs,” David said proudly. “Now, let’s get you three out to a pigsty where you belong.” As he opened the door, the fat sows trundled out, obediently following him across the yard and to the barns. He led them to the third one and opened the door, ushering the hogs into a brand new world.

The first thing the sows noticed was the much stronger smell of pig manure. But they were in for a surprise. The pig waste suddenly didn’t smell bad – it smelled rich, earthy and interesting. They could see piles on the ground in each of the many separate pens, and could tell nuance in them, even at a distance. Each pig had their own distinctive odor, pleasant to their new noses, and the rich scents of food and hay and wood and moisture beckoned to them. As David opened one of the pens, the sows eagerly trotted in, not even caring when it was shut and locked behind them.

The three sows explored their new sty – their home for the weekend. It was fairly spacious, with well-filled food troughs and plenty of hay scattered around the wood floor, and even a few ragged chew toys. Water was available either in separate troughs or in large gravity-fed bell bottles. Fifteen other bulky sows shared their enclosure, but no boars – those were housed separately. There were lots and lots of enclosures in the barn, each containing a similar number of sows, but some were nursing piglets or were pregnant and clearly nearing their due date. Apparently, sows were segregated according to where they were in the birth cycle. Significant machinery adorned the walls – automated feeding systems, climate controls, and air filtration systems that lessened the pervasive odor of pig shit.

Although everything smelled rich and inviting, the transformation had left the new sows thirsty, so they trotted over to the water. Amy just stuck her head straight into the trough, drinking deeply, but Beth daintily started lapping at the tube of one of the oversized hamster bottles. After a moment’s thought, Cindy followed Amy’s example, quenching her deep thirst at the trough.

After they were rehydrated, the pigs began to explore their new home, smelling everything. They were surprised that it all smelled good, or at least interesting – even things that would have been gross to them as humans. Each of the plump sows already residing in the pen had their own strikingly distinct odor, and they found they could tell pigs apart as easily as people. The other hogs were very welcoming of the three new sows, rubbing up against them and smelling them. Cindy squealed in surprise as another sow pushed her snout up against her butt, snorting deeply. But she quickly relaxed, enjoying the familiarity.

They started to return the favor, smelling the other hogs and socializing with them. One of the sows picked up a chew toy, waving it towards Beth. Hesitantly, she put her snout on the other end of it, and played with her fellow pig in a friendly tug of war.

But Amy focused on why they had come. She smelled out the trough’s contents, finding corn husks, ground soybean meal, and various fruits and vegetables. There was a chalky scent, too, which she thought had to be vitamin or mineral supplements. Exploring the piles of dung, she found that it was easy to identify the byproducts of the same substances. Of course, corn was easy to identify by sight, but her powerful nose told her not only which sow had made each pile, but what proportion of foods she had eaten. It was a thrill to realize that she could handle this kind of identification. She would easily pass this test. Eventually her friends joined her, happily indulging their new senses. It almost felt like they had been blind as humans, with as much new sensation as they were getting.

Eventually, Amy felt her bowels tighten, and knew she was near to the task she was here for. Her puckered butthole flared, and widened around her emerging poop. She squealed a little to get Beth and Cindy’s attention, and by the time they had trundled over, she had finished her business. Amy turned around, excited, but was a little disappointed by what she smelled. It was shaped right, having come out of a pig’s anus, but even a cursory sniff showed that it was human dung, not pig poop.

“Sorry, ladies,” said David. “But I told you the truth. You need to be pigs for the whole weekend. By the end of your time here, you’ll have eaten and digested enough that you’ll produce genuine pig manure for your class.” The sows squealed at that, but they weren’t too disappointed. They settled in, determined to make the most of the experience. Eventually, David left them to explore on their own, and the only humans they saw were farmhands who cleaned or added food to the hoppers. They all ate heartily, finding that there were elements of the slop that they liked best. Amy enjoyed the starchy corn, while Beth liked the various berries. Cindy sought out pieces of carrots. None were terribly particular, though. The three new sows spent a lot of time at the trough, happily filling their big bellies with pigswill.

Soon Beth defecated as well, but Cindy found she had a somewhat shy bowel, and couldn’t bring herself to until very late in the day. Each sow found herself a little more accepted by the other hogs after she had identified herself with her own, unique odor. They split up, socializing with other sows and taking in the full experience of life as a pig. That night, they joined the other hogs in large huddles, sleeping together contentedly.

Sunday was much the same, but the sows didn’t forget their purpose, sniffing out the odors of food and pig dung. They were learning far more about identifying stools than they ever had as humans, and grew confident that they could identify anything in any of the piles – they wouldn’t even need to use their own. The pigs spent almost all of their time separately, getting to know the real sows they were living with. The three friends ate together, but otherwise learned what it meant to be pigs from the experts. And they pooped on the floor, each evacuation showing less evidence of its creator having ever been anything but a pig. At last, by Sunday night, they had made perfect samples. And once they had, the other sows fully embraced them as real swine. All three found themselves proud of having earned such acceptance. They went to sleep nestled up with the sows that they had made friends with.

They awoke early Monday morning, eating greedily from the trough and pooping pure pig waste. David finally returned to them, complimenting the hogs on their droppings, and started their transformation. Within minutes, the three fat sows looked like beautiful women again. David helped them each collect samples of their own poop, and then brought the dirty girls over to the house to shower and get dressed. They felt a little bit awkward, wearing their nice clothes, but they quickly readjusted to being human, and Cindy drove them straight to campus. They’d all had a big breakfast in the sty, and weren’t hungry for more – especially not bacon or sausage.

The whole trip, they talked eagerly about their experiences as pigs. They felt the loss of their sense of smell keenly, and missed the fat sows they had befriended. They chatted about the quirks and personalities of the other, individual hogs like they were old friends. And they talked about the things they’d enjoyed eating and doing across the unique weekend. “I love being a pig. I love it so much. So much!” Amy gushed. “I can’t tell you how excited I was about this weekend. I think this was the best experience of my life. I miss being a pig already!”

“It was an incredible experience,” agreed Beth. “But I dunno. If I was going to be an animal, I think I’d want to be a horse rather than a pig. I’d love to run, with the wind in my hair, and just be powerful and sleek and awesome.”

“It might be cool to try different animals,” suggested Amy. “Do you think David would let us?”

Cindy shook her head, though. “You guys are right, it was incredible. And I was surprised – I enjoyed every minute being a sow. But it seems a little bit dangerous. I don’t… I don’t want to get to liking it so much that I forget how much I like being a person.”

“Yeah,” said Beth. “Let’s not get too caught up in it.”

“Spoilsports,” laughed Amy. “We can all enjoy occasionally being pigs without losing sight of our humanity.”

It was a fun day for the girls. They aced their exam easily, confidently dissecting their stools, putting cross-sections on slides, and describing the telltale undigested remnants of corn casings, berries, soy, vegetables, and more. They were, of course, able to pronounce their ‘animals’ perfectly healthy. It was a strange thrill for each of them, knowing that she was actually showing the class her own poop – something that had come out of her own bottom – and talking about it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. An intimate part of herself, that was not usually so casually revealed or discussed. Professor Newton was deeply impressed, and praised their stellar performances. They were able to assist less confident girls as well, using what they’d learned to good effect.

But they found that there were some strange lingering effects. They soon discovered that their bowels still produced pig manure, with its distinctly sharp smell. Apparently it would take a little while for the contents of their former pig bowels to completely exit their bodies. Embarrassed, they tried to avoid restrooms with other people, and flushed frequently when they were on the toilet. Still, there were more things they missed than things that embarrassed them.

They didn’t see David again until Wednesday night, when they were working late in the study center. They all thanked him profusely, recounting how well they’d done on their test. And how much they’d enjoyed their stay at his hog farm.

“I’m glad you liked it,” David said. There’s a lot for a prospective vet to learn there.”

“I loved it,” said Amy.

“It was a lot of fun,” agreed Beth.

“What else could we learn?” asked Cindy, suddenly curious.

“Well,” David said, “You could learn about the veterinary process. See how the animal examination goes.”

“We’ll cover that next semester,” said Beth.

“I’d kind of like to get a jump on it though, wouldn’t you?” asked Amy. Beth and Cindy had to agree.

“We can make it unique from your classwork,” offered David. “Say, how about you come to the farm again this weekend? I’ll turn you into sows again, and have a vet examine you. That way, you can get the experience from the pig’s point of view. No way would you get an experience like that in a class.”

“I don’t know… I don’t want to get any shots meant for animals,” said Cindy hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the vet that you’re all caught up on your shots. It’ll just be a routine checkup,” David assured her. She nodded thoughtfully.

Beth shrugged. “I’m not sure, either. It was fun, and I have to admit the pig senses are amazing, but I don’t know that it’s something I want to do all the time.”

“Well, I’m doing it,” said Amy. The blonde smiled mischievously. “You two are welcome to miss out if you want, but I’m gonna learn all I can as a pig. And when you’re struggling to get an animal to cooperate, I’ll already know exactly how to touch them to get them to do what I want.”

There was a little more debate, but once Amy was committed it was already pretty well decided for the girls. They were going to become pigs again. And on Friday, they drove to David’s farm as soon as their classes were over.

This time, he took them into the actual sty to transform them in front of the other pigs. They stripped down quickly, looking forward to reuniting with their swine friends. David led the beautiful naked girls into their old pen, and they were surrounded by the sights and smells they wanted to rejoin. He started chanting, and their metamorphosis began, giving them fitting bodies for such an environment.

The girls grunted, getting down on all fours on the dirty floor. They were completely unconcerned with getting pig droppings smeared on their gorgeous bodies, and David again reflected how good the pretty pigs would be as permanent additions to the herd. The transformation took as long as it always did, but seemed to go too quickly for the girls. They enjoyed the feeling of their snouts growing, their bodies fattening, their tails twitching about. They liked rising from their hands and knees to four legs, and feeling the rush of their animal senses. All too soon it was over, and the beautiful girls were again fat beasts. The sows quickly took to it, mingling with the swine and gorging themselves greedily at the trough. They enjoyed a relaxing evening, settling back into their roles as pigs.

The vet came midday Saturday, after they had been pigs for about twenty-four hours. David introduced the sows as new acquisitions to the breeding population and, true to his word, said that their former owner had been diligent about their shots. The vet gave them all a basic exam, poking and prodding them and shining a light in their eyes. The pigs took special note of how he held them, how he tried to calm them, and what tricks he used to control them when what he was going to do was startling. Beth was first and complied with her examination quietly, barely flinching when he looked in her ears or snout, and only really fidgeting when he probed her vagina. But Amy wanted to see what tricks he used to handle a difficult sow, and struggled a little during her checkup. He immobilized her easily, pinning the big animal, and proceeded to pat her and talk to her gently as he continued examining what he thought was an uncooperative sow. She was impressed.

“Funny tattoos on them,” the vet said, stroking Amy gently as he examined her vagina; warming his fingers slightly to avoid startling the supposedly skittish pig any more than she already was.

“Yeah, the guy we bought them from made extra money by letting a local tattoo artist practice on some of his herd. Don’t worry, the ink’s well over a month old.”

“Whoever it was, was pretty good. These would even look fine on a human,” he said, swatting Amy on her inked-up loin as he finished. The sow squealed, and trotted a few paces away.

“I know. Too bad they’re just pigs, and can’t appreciate how good they look, huh?” David said, as Cindy started her examination. The sow didn’t react to the comment, unsure if she was even insulted by it. Cindy had recognized what Amy was doing, and wanted to see the vet’s techniques for herself. So she also struggled a little, taking careful note at how he forced her snout open, and how he managed to trick the large animal into reacting the way he needed. All too soon it was finished, and the three sows had completed their physicals.

“These hogs all look healthy,” the vet said. “They should make good breeders. Are there stool samples you want me to look at? And is there anything special they need done?”

David smiled slyly. “About that. Well, these three have had a little bit of trouble pooping. I’d kind of like to administer anal suppositories to each of them. See if a laxative helps.” To their credit, the fat pigs didn’t react. But all three were listening carefully.

“Sure, no problem,” the vet replied. “I’ve got some with me. You want to help administer them?” David nodded, and the vet brought out a box of large amber colored, bullet-shaped doses. He and David put on new gloves and set to work. The vet picked what he thought was the calmest sow to start with, and David approached the lively Amy. “Warm your fingers with that one and pin her against the fence,” the vet warned. “That sow will probably be a little skittish.” But the warning was unnecessary – the pig had no intention of giving David problems.

While the vet carefully pushed the suppository up Beth’s rectum, David started on Amy, gently introducing the glycerin to her anus. Being the most excited of the three about experiencing everything pig, Amy quickly relaxed her sphincter, enjoying the sensation of being medicated just like an ordinary animal. The sow thought about doing this, in her future as a veterinary assistant – pushing the big, bullet-shaped laxatives into the butts of sick animals. She found, to her surprise, that she much preferred the idea of receiving the suppository herself. All too soon, David had finished inserting it all the way up her rectum, and the pig felt an unexpected disappointment as he withdrew his fingers from her anus. He quickly moved on to give Cindy hers – the vet was still finishing up with Beth, who had not been quite as eager to relax her butthole and receive her medication. Cindy, who was still a little shy about even pooping publicly, took a little convincing for him to successfully insert the suppository in her anus. It didn’t help that by then, the other two sows were already finished, and intently watching her receive her medication anally. But at last it was done, and he gently pulled his fingers out of the pig’s rectum.

David exited with the vet, talking with him, and left the sows to themselves. They gradually returned to their routine, eating and playing with the other pigs. But after their suppositories, the three sows found their bowels moving much more freely. They were back to producing genuine pig droppings in half the time, and their very active evacuations even helped Cindy overcome her shy bowels. Soon, she was content excreting out in the open like a true pig.

David returned early Sunday morning, but stood back for a while and simply watched them act like pigs. So they ignored him too, socializing with their new pig friends and behaving like they belonged there. At last he decided to come over, entering the sty. He started to chant, and in a few minutes the swine stood back up as pretty girls, albeit dirty and with unruly hair.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourselves,” he said. “Are you learning a lot?”

“Yeah,” said Beth. “Thank you. This has been an incredible educational opportunity.”

“But it looks like it’s a lot of fun for you, too.”

“I do like how good I feel as a pig,” Cindy admitted. The others nodded.

“And your examinations? How were those? I hope you don’t mind my giving you a little surprise. I didn’t want you to get any unnecessary injections, but thought you should still get the experience of a mild procedure.”

“It was amazing. I want you to take my temperature in the butt, sometime, too,” gushed Amy.

David laughed. “I never took you to be a girl that was into anal,” he said.

“I’m not. At least, I don’t think I am. But having you touch my butt like that – not sexually, really, but using it like I was just an ordinary farm animal – was incredibly stimulating.” Amy’s voice got much quieter. “It made me think – made me feel like this was my place. That I wasn’t just enjoying my time pretending to be a sow, but that I was meant to be a sow. Maybe… maybe even that I deserve to be one. I don’t know, it’s hard to put what I’m feeling into words. But I know that I am really, really enjoying everything about being a pig. Even that.”

“That’s good to know,” David said. “Not many girls who are as beautiful as you would think that they deserved to have the body of a pig. Did you really prefer having your butt touched that way? Clinically, rather than romantically?”

Amy looked embarrassed. “I… I’ve always had a really sexy butt. I know that. The boys certainly all really like my ass. But when I’m a pig, I don’t have it. I just have an anus. And it isn’t something sexy that men want to touch, it’s just a point of exit or entry for poop or medication. And as much as I’ve always loved my great ass, I kind of like just having a pig’s anus instead. Something more utilitarian, that helps me achieve my purpose.”

“And what purpose is that?” he asked.

“I… I don’t know,” admitted Amy. “But I think it might involve being a pig. Like… being a pig forever.”

“I don’t really want to be a vet anymore,” Cindy said.

“Would you prefer to be a pig, too?” David asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” she said hesitantly.

“You’ve certainly gotten over your reservations,” he said, gesturing to Cindy’s most recent pile. She looked at it and didn’t even blush.

“I’m not sure I want to give up being human. But I definitely like when you treat me like an animal. When you… when you treat me like I’ve never been human.”

“If you still wanted to make use of your agricultural science training, I think there’s a place for you here. Just on four legs, instead of two.”

“I don’t know,” said Beth. “I’m with Cindy. This has been incredible – but I’m just not sure I’m willing to leave my life, my plans… my humanity, behind.”

“Well. There’s one more thing I want you to experience. Why don’t I just turn you back into pigs for a little while more, and let you explore it. And then you can decide what you want to do next.”

The girls nodded. They all had a pretty good idea what he was talking about, but the transgressive idea did excite them all. And everything else about being pigs had been fun – why not try that, too? So in short order they were restored to their swine forms, and the three fat sows were led out of the pen they had spent so much time in. David put them in a separate, small enclosure, and left for a little while. The sows grunted, nervous and excited at the same time. There were butterflies in their stomachs, and Beth even made poop – whether a lasting effect of the laxative or from nervousness at what she was about to do, she couldn’t say.

At last, David returned. And as they had expected, he led three big, virile boars into the pen. The sows were immediately enchanted by their thick, masculine odors, and quickly paired off, smelling their potential mates. The muscular boars returned the favor, eagerly taking the measure of the willing sows. They rubbed together, feeling a yearning growing in their loins. And the boars reciprocated, their pizzles growing large and erect under them. The sows licked at their mates, and Amy finally turned around, spreading her legs expectantly. The boar knew what to do with an invitation like that and quickly hopped up on her back, humping himself forward on the desirable-smelling sow until his pizzle finally made contact with her wet vagina. With a grunt, he pushed in, wrapping his forehooves around her once he was fully inserted. With the excellent example, the other two sows presented themselves as well, and soon all six pigs were coupled. In no time, they were all mating furiously.

“We frequently just masturbate our boars and artificially inseminate the sows later,” explained David. “It makes the timing of the process a bit more controllable. But I thought that you three should get to enjoy it the old fashioned way.” Amy squealed loudly in agreement.

The former girls were in euphoria. It wasn’t just their snouts that were exponentially more sensitive – their bodies were, too. The sows were sexually much more receptive than they had been as women. And the sensory near-overload of mating was clearly the best experience of their lives. They grunted and squealed with wild abandon, feeling everything, smelling everything, with an intensity and texture invisible to their old human senses. It was like their whole being was committed to the act in a way they had never known was possible.

David just stood back and watched. He supposed, on some level, he was jealous of the boars. The sows had certainly been extremely beautiful when they were humans. But really, he had known as soon as he first met them that he wanted to see them this way. As simple, rutting sows. He felt that Amy had been quite astute in her observations. She, and her friends, did deserve this. And after this experience, he was confident that each of them would willingly choose a life in the sty, and apply herself wholeheartedly to being the best breeding sow she could be.

As the sows reached their crescendos, their squeals took on desperate tones, and the sensation of orgasm washed over them. It was relentless, pounding on the poor, unprepared beasts in waves. All of them had enjoyed lovers before, but no human orgasm compared to this. Everything about them was washed away on the tide of the purest pleasure they had ever known, and they were utterly consumed by it. They were just three animals squealing wildly under their lovers. In the midst of it, the boars orgasmed for minutes on end as well, bequeathing their semen to their mates. But the sows almost didn’t notice. They were caught up in their intense euphoria for over ten minutes, and staggered around still feeling the tides of pleasure for another twenty. It was over half an hour before their fuzzy minds had reestablished some sense of identity, some semblance of Amy, Beth, and Cindy in the brains of what were now pigs. None of the sows could deny it any longer - their first orgasms had sealed it. All three wanted to be swine.

David left them cool off in their sow forms for a few hours before finally changing them back. The three dirty, exhausted, naked girls couldn’t stop chattering with each other about what they had experienced. He smiled, and interrupted their reverie. “So, ladies? Does this change anything? What are your plans now?”

Beth smiled dreamily, sitting with her back against the fence. “We’re all going to be fat sows in this sty for the rest of our lives. What do you think?” she said.

“Wait a minute. I have conditions,” Cindy said.

“Are you crazy?” asked Amy. “What more could you want?”

Cindy waved her finger at David. “Weren’t you listening? He said something while we were mating. And that can’t ever happen. If we’re going to be your breeding sows, you don’t get to artificially inseminate us. We always get to experience the real deal.”

He laughed. “Every time,” he promised.

“And more often than strictly necessary,” she added.

“Whatever my sows desire,” David agreed.

“Good. Then I’m ready to be a pig right now,” Amy said. All four of them laughed.

But they didn’t change back immediately. The pigs all had leases to break, jobs to quit, and classes to drop out of. It wouldn’t do to just vanish, leaving everything behind. So they made sure everything was taken care of, Beth even giving her cat to an old acquaintance. They didn’t have much property to dispose of or ties to sever, but the sows didn’t want any loose ends that might come back to haunt the hog farm. The general story that they put out was that they were moving to Europe.

But sure enough, they wrapped up their affairs as quickly as possible and returned to David, ready to begin their new life as breeding sows. They had only been a semester away from their Associate’s degrees, but those seemed unimportant to them now. Why just handle livestock when they could be livestock? There was nothing available to the human women that compared to what they had been given as pigs. “You’ll make better breeders than veterinary assistants,” David assured the excited women as he took them out to the pen – their pen. They eagerly stripped off their clothes and entered their new home, never to see the world outside the barn again. “Last chance to back out,” he offered the naked beauties.

“Hurry up and turn us into pigs,” laughed Amy, her hands on her hips. “We’ve wasted too much of our lives already as women.” Obediently, David started chanting.

They luxuriated in their last transformation, as they changed back into the swine that they so desperately wanted to be. Each human feature that disappeared energized them, and David proudly watched them embrace their true natures. Soon, their noses turned up and flattened, their eyes dimmed, and their ears pushed free of their hair. Plump, hooved girls got on all fours, nipping at each others’ tails as they sprouted, coiling out to crown sexy bottoms that soon fattened into pigs’ rumps. Genitals and anuses gave up their human glory, taking their primitive new forms and places. Along their broadening bellies, their extra nipples sprouted, and finally their beautiful breasts were lost as simple pig teats. The four-legged girls squealed and oinked happily as their snouts finished growing, and their long locks receded into nothingness. Finally, the three gorgeous girls were again fat breeding sows, this time permanently. They would never waste another moment as humans again. The pigs squealed to David in thanks, and then turned to their welcoming trough.

Their homecoming was all that they had hoped for. The fat sows were left to their own devices for a few days, until everything human was finally out of their system. Then, David started to breed them aggressively. The sows were ecstatic, luxuriating in orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm. And between sex sessions, they socialized with their fellow sows, still eagerly learning their lessons about how to be pigs. There was a lot to learn, after all – the schedule, the organization of the sty, even the language. They were slow learners, but the other pigs were patient, and it wasn’t too complex a language. Intonation and posture were as important as vocalization. Eventually, the three new sows oinked fluent pig.

The sows got pregnant quickly. It was inevitable; after all, they were having a lot of sex. They welcomed it, letting their fellow sows, all a little further along than they, show them how to handle their pregnancies, and eventually their piglets. They were indeed efficient breeders, always producing large litters of squirming young. The mother sows nursed and raised litters for about six months before they were taken away, but by that time they were already pregnant again, and ready to produce more.

The pigs that were once Amy, Beth, and Cindy were still good friends, but they were equally comfortable with other swine as well. Each made their own very meaningful relationships with their sty mates. They didn’t exactly drift apart, but neither did they let their old human friendship create a barrier to fully integrating with the other pigs. They didn’t privilege each other over other sows.

And David kept his promises. They were treated like ordinary pigs. Although, they did mate much more frequently than most other sows. And the pig that had once thought of herself as Amy did receive a few more anal suppositories than were absolutely necessary. The fat sow was very grateful for them, though. Aside from their tattoos and tail tassels, nothing remained to identify them as anything other than pigs. And for the most part, they put their old lives out of their minds, embracing their roles as the only lives for them.

The three not-so-little pigs were very happy in their long careers as breeding sows. They never regretted their choice. And their owner was happy, too. He knew from the moment he’d first laid eyes on the pretty young women that they’d make excellent sows. He was glad that they all agreed. They looked good in their new home with the rest of the swine. Unbeknownst to them, he even used a picture of the contented hogs as the banner on his eventual web page for the farm. But no one who saw it would ever have guessed that they had once been the beautiful girls who had turned so many heads. After all, you could tell just by looking at them – they made for perfect pigs.

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