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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.

THE FRUSTRATIONS OF MS. JANA TRIMBLE

By Bozox00727

Sally Grayson was a beautiful 24 yr old blonde who worked as a teller at the local bank. She was the constant focus of the male customers, both young and old, who yearned for her attention. Not only did Sally have a gorgeous face with perfect teeth but her body was the envy of every woman who laid eyes on her. Sally was five feet 3 inches tall with very perky D cup breasts, an extremely shapely rear end and of course, an overall well toned physique maintained by her constant workout regimens and strict dieting.

Wealthy Jana Trimble was one of those women envious of Sally. Jana was not blessed with good looks and although she wore copious amounts of makeup, she was unable to hide her homely appearance. Her overweight body was a disaster with stumpy legs and pendulous breasts that hung down to her stomach. Jana’s nature was one of dominance, partially because of her wealth but mostly as a desire for power. Jana, however, was unable to exert any influence or power over Sally at the bank. Sally rebuffed her intentions of domination and rude behavior whenever their paths crossed. As a result, Jana grew increasingly frustrated and was always daydreaming of a plan to take control and humiliate the vivacious beauty. Jana not only wanted to exert her influence over Sally but was also strangely attracted to her sexually. Sally was to be her eventual toy she hoped!

One day Jana Trimble had an idea that would hopefully forever change the course of Sally’s future. Her plan was to pay off the gambling debts of patrolman Dave Andrews. Dave was well known to Jana and an habitual gambler. A financial favor would put the young policeman in Jana’s debt. The patrolman would then be forced to do the biding of the wealthy socialite. Jana’s scheme was to have the patrolman pull over Ms. Grayson on a routine traffic stop and at the same time plant some illegal drugs in the beautiful blonde’s car. Once the gorgeous woman was brought into the jail, the young patrolman would allow the elder Ms. Trimble to take responsibility of Sally on her personal guarantee. And, only if she obeyed Ms. Trimble and her future guidance, would she be able to remain free.

Jana Trimble’s plan worked to perfection. She explained to the confused Sally that because of her wealthy status in the community, she often aided wayward people that she felt still had promise in society. As Jana further provided details, Sally learned that she was to follow her guidance without reservations explicitly. And although Sally despised Mrs. Trimble and was repulsed by the overweight hag, she knew she was without further recourse.

As the first order of the day, Sally was to live with Ms. Trimble during her “probationary period”. Sally was shocked when she arrived at the stately residence of Jana Trimble. On her bed laid out were several little girl dresses that were extremely short with puffy sleeves. Also, at the foot of the bed were a pair of patent leather mary jane shoes and some white socks that would barely cover her ankles. Jana explained to Sally that she was to get out of her adult clothes and wear the things provided for her. She further stated that this was a necessary as part of her cleansing process and a first step toward her becoming a better person in society. Sally thought this strange but did as she was commanded. Jana waited outside the partially closed door while Sally handed her her panty hose, underwear, bra, dress and her high heeled shoes. Sally secretly hated to give up her high heels since they made her feel very womanly and sexual.

Sally stood inside the stranger’s room completely nude. Her nipples came to attention on her full perky breasts as the cool air passed over them. She glanced over at a full length mirror and smiled, showing off her perfect very white teeth while admiring her exquisite body as she prepared to put on the childish dress. She realized at that moment that she had a slight regression fetish and thought this fun to play along. But little did she know what was in store for her.

Sally tried to pull down the too short dress as it hardly covered her bare fanny when she exited the room. Jana stood there and nodded in approval while handing her a can of shaving cream along with a razor. Jana stated that sometimes people must return to their childhood before they can successfully return back to adulthood. Sally was then ordered to shave her private area until it was as smooth as a baby’s behind. Sally was humiliated but reluctantly did as she was asked.

As Sally was alone in the bathroom, she again gazed into the mirror at her beauty. Her beautiful face, smile and body were almost more than even she could handle. Once her magnificent cunt was bared, she turned around facing the mirror on all fours admiring her ass and overall physique. Her beautiful pink asshole almost seemed to wink at her. Sally then repeatly fingered her asshole and ultimately brought herself to a thunderous orgasm by stroking her womanhood. The noise from the bathroom caused Jana to rush in to see what was going on. Jana became furious when she realized what had taken place and decided to teach Sally a lesson.

“Sally, my dear”, Jana began, little girls don’t have long hair. I think you would look better with a much shorter style set in a tight perm.” Sally became hysterical over the suggestion but settled down when Jana asked her if she wanted to return to jail and serve out her prison time. Jana handed her a see thru baby doll lingerie top and told her to sit in a high chair while she worked on her hair. Sally could see her own reflection in the mirror once again and again looked striking. Looking down at her feet reminded her of the mary jane shoes she was wearing and how her legs didn't look quite as stunning as before. This was disturbing to Sally on the one hand but made her wet at the same time thinking of herself as somewhat child like and naughty. Small children do masturbate more she thought and this consoled her as well. The lingerie top only came down to her waist. Her beautiful tanned body was exposed from the waist down. Her luscious breasts formed a rather large tent underneath the top with her big nipples pointing out. Her perfect face and smile was framed by a head of very healthy long straight blonde hair that looked magnificent. Jana came up from behind and began cutting. Soon tears flowed from the young beauty’s face as clump after clump rested on her lap and the floor around her. After a brief time, her hair was only about 4 inches long and Jana began to roll what was left onto very small rollers and began applying the perm solution. Once the hair was set, Jana pulled out the rollers. What was left was a frizzy mess that resembled a short afro. Jana made things worse by sculpting the hair shorter with electric clippers and even thinning out the top with thinning shears. Sally continued to cry as she redressed but at least resigned herself at the end of the ordeal that the rest of her was still intact.

The two “roommates” finally settled into a discussion of dinner. During dinner, although initially repulsed by Jana Trimble, Sally wondered what it would be like to seduce the older woman with her beauty. Sally was turned on by the contrast in looks between the two women and liked the idea of an ugly older woman lusting after her beauty. She envisioned the elder woman shaking with excitement as she attempted to grope one of her tits or squeeze her ass. Sally also enjoyed tormenting poor Jana with her beautiful smile realizing that Jana had ugly loose fitting dentures. Sally had applied red lipstick before dinner and would often run her tongue over her teeth quite demonstratively as a tease. Sally hoped this would push the threshold of Jana's desire for kissing and cunt licking.

For further teasing, Sally occasionally would lean forward allowing Jana to view her braless chest. Her nipples became aroused as she did so. At other times, Sally would bend over pretending to drop her fork exposing her magnificent rear end and asshole to her dinner mate. Finally, as part of her seduction, Sally would hike up her already short dress and allow Jana to feast her eyes on her exquisitely tanned and muscular legs as well as her perfectly shaved twat. As Sally did these things, Jana drooled in excitement.

After dinner, Sally became increasingly groggy. Jana had secretly drugged Sally during the meal as part of her “treatment”. The drug was designed to tranquilize the subject while rendering the person unable to resist commands by another, especially one so dominant as the homely Ms. Trimble. Ms. Jana Trimble finally had the extremely beautiful Sally Grayson right where she wanted her! As the first order of business, Jana told Sally to remove her dress and to get down on all fours. Jana wanted to inspect the comely woman. “My oh my what beautiful legs and ass. What a sight to behold “, exclaimed Jana. Jana , very roughly, and with much excitement, fingered the cunt of the gorgeous female vigorously and then stripped nude and proceeded to rub her ugly body over the beautiful damsel.

Afterward, a very horny Jana took out her ugly yellowish dentures and performed cunninglingus on Sally. After licking her pussy, Jana concentrated on the beautiful anus of the young beauty. Initially, Jana enjoyed fingering the magnificent behind of her young submissive employing as many fingers as could be accepted with some often buried well past the second knuckle. Then, as things progressed, Jana could no longer restrain herself and dove face first into the luscious backside.

Even in a drugged state, Sally responded to this advance and spread her legs even wider to allow deeper tongue penetration into her bunghole. By now, her face was flat against the floor and her ass was thrust into the air as high as possible. Jana continued lapping like a hungry dog with reckless abandon. Obviously Jana realized that she had reached a point of no return in her lustful cravings. Sally thought back to how beautiful she was earlier in the mirror and began orgasming at the thought with such intensity that it resembled convulsions. Then it was Jana’s turn.

The fat and ugly woman quickly turned over on her back, spread her legs wide and ordered Sally to eat her cunt. Sally immediately did as she was told but had to push up the woman’s breasts and fat to reach her final destination. The old and now toothless woman grinned hideously while the young beauty brought her to climax. Each night this ordeal was repeated. Although Jana’s jealously was getting the best of her, she wanted to enjoy Sally’s beauty for as long as possible until she was ready for the next phase of her scheme.

Jana soon began to feed Sally huge amounts of ice cream, fried foods and desserts of various assortment. Soon the body that Sally and everyone had so admired became very dense, pasty and full of cellulite. Sally could hardly recognize herself in the mirror any longer with her increased weight and beautiful tan gone. Her once stunning face became very round and puffy. Even her little school girl dresses hardly fit. Jana had once considered letting out the seams on the dresses provided but thought the tightness further exaggerated the grotesqueness that Sally had become.

Sally quickly gained 75 lbs! At this point, the wealthy Ms. Trimble decided to drive the young woman to the hair salon for a makeover. She was made permanently bald as industrial hair remover was applied to her scalp and eyebrows. Jana even had the stylist shave down Sally's eyelashes and apply a solution to disallow any further grow back. Jana thought herself as kind as she provided Sally with a cheap wig cut in the style of a very short perm. Sally was increasingly being made over to look like Jana Trimble!

Next, Sally was taken to the dentist to have her beautiful white perfect teeth pulled and was provided with a set of ill fitting dentures. In the final phase, Sally was forced to walk nude around Jana’s estate with heavy weights clipped to her breasts. Sally’s once beautiful ass jiggled with fat as she walked. Her legs became stumpy and hips saddlebagged. Over time, the once perky and beautiful full breasts of Sally were reduced to shrunken flab and dropped precipitously down to her naval. Jana even had the upper portion of her breasts liposuctioned to reduce any upper cleavage and destroy any hint of perkyness. Her goal was to transform the once gorgeous globes into the breasts of a very old woman.

Since Jana considered herself a fair woman, she had previously given Sally a choice of either complete surgical breast removal or pendulousness. Sally had chosen the droopy option which to some extent had dissappointed the aging socialite. As soon as Sally’s good looks were ruined, Ms Trimble decided to allow the young woman to return to work and leave her premises. Jana’s lust for the former beauty was now gone and her source of competition with the men of the town had now dissipated. Her period of “probation” was finally over. Sally would soon become horrified once the drugs wore off. She no longer would be a seductress of older women or anyone for that matter. Her looks were now worse than even Jana.

As Ms. Jana Trimble drove Sally back to the bank one morning to return to work, Jana spotted a young drop dead beauty with a very cute face in a tight pencil skirt and high heels rushing across the street towards the bank, obviously flaunting herself she thought. Jana noticed that her bouncing breasts were large, firm and sat

Survivor by #MilkingTits (#BE, #WG , #IQ , #AE , #Cowgirl )

Survivor by MilkingTits (BE, WG, IQ, AE, Cowgirl)

Another oldie but goodie. I'm not the original author, but I might do a follow-on story if there is interest.

I feel old for even saying this, but this story involves two characters from the original survivor from back in 2000. Kelly Wigglesworth was a very petite young brunette who was athletic and had small perky tits. Joel Klug is from from Wisconsin. During one episode, one of Joel's teammates, Dirk (who is a Dairy Farmer) made the statement that "nothing is dumber than a woman, except maybe a cow." Joel laughed so hard that the quote was eventually attributed to him, and Kelly and the other women banded together to vote him off of the island.

This story is about Joels revenge on Kelly… Enjoy!

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Joel had never gotten over being kicked off the island by three ungrateful stupid women and was out for revenge. After watching the Survivor series at home Joel realized Kelly had been back-stabbing him all the way.

"I'll show Kelly how stupid she really is! When I'm done with her she will be wishing she was as smart as a cow."

It was now six weeks after the CBS Survivor show ended and Joel had started to put his plan in action by visiting Dirk the dairy farmer. "Hi, Dirk. I was sorry to see you go. The rest of the survivors really did not know how good they had it with us around until it was too late."

"Thanks Joel, I felt bad getting kicked off after working so hard, but I have gotten over it and am back to milking the cows now."

"Dirk, I have always wanted to learn more about the dairy farming business and since the show has ended I have some time on my hands until I have to go back to my job at the health club. Do you think you can teach me the basics?"

"Sure I can always use an extra hand around the farm."

Over the next few weeks Dirk and Joel worked together on the daily tasks of running the dairy farm. During the third week Dirk showed Joel the answer to his dreams. "Today Joel we are going to increase the production of the cows milk. Get that syringe over there."

"It looks like cloudy water inside."

"That my friend is a special mixture I use to make these cows swell up with so much milk that their udders touch the ground. One time I forgot to milk one of the poor cows within 24 hours and the poor girl had produced so much milk that she was three feet off the floor laying on her own udders with her little legs kicking back and forth in the air. It is very important that we milk all the cows by morning to make sure that does not happen again." Dirk showed Joel how to give the cows their shot. That night Joel could hardly wait to see the cows in the morning. He could not even imagine what he was about to see. As Joel walked into the barn he instantly knew what he had in store for Kelly. The cows udders looked like the exercise balls the girls used at his health club. Their udders had inflated with so much milk that he could see a small steady stream of milk leaking out of the cow's teats. After helping Dirk milk the cows with the milking machine Joel said his goodbyes and left with a gallon of the milk production mixture hidden away in his bags.

Joel was set. "All I need to do now is get Kelly to come over to put my plan in action. I am sure she is feeling down for not winning the million dollars, so maybe if I invite her over for dinner and to apologize we can get together."

That evening Joel called Kelly. "Hi, Kelly, It's Joel. Sorry you did not win the money."

"Hi, Joel, yah, it was close but I just missed the cut. Oh well, at least it was fun."

"Kelly, I wanted apologize for telling you that women are as dumb as cows. I would really feel better if I could at least offer you dinner this weekend."

"Apology accepted - a lot of people said things they did not mean on that island with all the stress and lack of food. I'd love to join you for dinner."

"Great! I'll see you Saturday at 7:00 PM."

"OK, see you then, Joel."

Saturday night arrived and Kelly walked into Joel's house looking stunning. She did not have an ounce of fat on her from all the exercise and small meals while on the island. She was wearing a tight fitting white wrap around her top and Joel could tell she did not have a bra on because her B cup breasts bounced slightly as she walked in. He could also see her small hard nipples poking through the almost translucent white top. She had a pair of equally tight pink shorts on that showed off her tight firm butt.

Joel was a true gentleman all night and Kelly was feeling very comfortable around him. Just a few more glasses of wine and she will be so drunk she'll have to stay the night or will pass out, Joel thought to himself as he topped off her glass. Just as Joel predicted Kelly passed out on the couch as they lay there watching television. Her tits are so firm and perky; in a few hours that will just be a distant memory Joel thought to himself. Joel went into the kitchen and filled the syringe with the milk production formula. Kelly was so drunk she did not even feel it when he pricked her arm with the syringe and filled her veins with the drug.

Joel wanted to make sure there was enough room to view the spectacle that was about to happen so he picked up Kelly over his shoulder and took her down to the basement. Kelly breasts began to swell ever so slightly. She started to squirm as the sensation started to wake her up from her drunken stupor. Her breasts looked like two smashed pancakes straining against the tight fabric of her little top. Joel could see her nipples clearly as they pressed against the thin cloth. Joel took his hand and rubbed Kelly's chest back and forth and could feel the tightness of the fabric and of her breasts as they filled to capacity with fat. Kelly's breasts kept growing, slowly approaching a full D cup. Something had to give and Kelly's nipples showed the first signs of this as they began to stretch to the size of half dollars.

By now Kelly had realized something was wrong and quickly snapped out of her drunken state. Her breasts were inflating with fat rapidly, and now looked to be at least an E cup.

"Oh my god, what are you doing to me? My breasts are swelling like balloons."

"Actually Kelly, they are swelling like udders, like cow udders to be exact."

Kelly's breasts continued to swell ripping the sides of her thin white top. It was only a matter of minutes until the weight of her swelling milk sacks ripped through her top and her massive tits flopped out. "Ahh they are so heavy, what's… how… is this happening?"

"Well Kelly, I never really got over getting kicked off the island by you. So I met up with Dirk, you remember him, the dairy farmer. I figured I should do a little research on cows and I concluded that women are as stupid as cows. With my little experiment you will see, or should I say feel, what it is like to be dumber than a cow … a dairy cow to be exact."

It was getting difficult to stand due to the weight of her fattening, swelling breasts. Kelly tried to walk towards the basement stairs, her fat breasts swaying side to side and jiggling with every little step. "Kelly, relax! Being turned into a stupid cow is not that bad. Besides you will never fit up the stairs with those big expanding milk juggs of yours."

Kelly's breasts were expanding so fast that the weight was making it difficult to stand let alone walk. Her effort to escape fell short as the milk started to fill her breasts and slowly pulled her down to the floor on all fours. "Somebody help me! It is so hard to stand, my breasts are so heavy."

"Ah Kelly you look so cute, just like a cow on all fours with your big tits hanging undernear you. I know you can't see your nipples so let me get a mirror so I can show you how nice and plump they are."

"Oh my those are my nipples, they are so swollen and getting so long! What is happening to my nice perky breasts?"

"Soon your stretched out areolas will be as big as pancakes and your nipples will look just like cow teats. "

Kelly's tits just barely touched the cold hard cement floor of the basement making her nipples extra hard. A small puddle of milk started to form under her massive breasts. "See Kelly you are just like a cow, with your big fat tits all filled with fattening milk." Kelly could not believe it, she was stuck on all fours with her once small perky breasts now dangling under her like udders filling with milk. "OK Joel, I'm sorry, please give me my B cup breasts back."

"It's too late for that Kelly! You know what Kelly, a real cow spends it's life getting milked. So why stop now! It must be real uncomfortable having tits that are bigger than basketballs. Don't worry, I'll make sure they get bigger so you can spend your days laying on your own tits like big fluffy pillows. But for now let's get you used to being milked." Joel walked over to the closet and wheeled out a cow milking machine.

"Milk me? You can't milk me! What are you doing to me. My breasts, oh my God, they're so full of milk, don't touch them, stay away from me!"

"But Kelly that's what cows are for. They eat and get fatter and fatter and their udders fill up with fatting whole milk… but since you insist I won't milk you right now. Let's wait and see just how big you will get before we start having some real fun with those juggs of yours." Joel knew he would not have to wait long until Kelly would change her tune about getting milked. I give her an hour and bet she will be begging me to milk her, he thought to himself. About 45 minutes later Kelly could not hold out any longer. Her tits were now raising her body off of the floor. She still struggled to stand but it was no use all she could do was helplessly watch her breasts turn into giant water balloons.

"Oh the pressure… my… tits….are….so….full….of milk…I..can feel…it sloshing…around inside….of them. Please… milk me. I don't …think I …can get…any bigger." Joel watched as Kelly's body was in constant motion as her milk sloshed around inside her huge breasts. Kelly was having difficulty catching her breath and it was making it difficult to talk without getting winded.

Kelly's arms no longer could touch the floor. Her arms were spread out to her sides and she laid on top of her now beach ball sized breasts.

"Oh Kelly stop whining, it is not so bad! Think of all the things that you can do that a poor dairy cow can't." Kelly was afraid to think of what Joel had in mind for her next. "Dairy cows get milked day in and day out and never get to taste their own wonderful milk." Just then Joel lifted one of Kelly's swollen beach balls and shoved her own nipple into her month. Joel took both his hand and started massaging the sides of Kelly's massive breasts forcing steams of milk to gush into her mouth and down her throat. Joel pressed firmly on Kelly's giant breasts and he could hear the milk being forced out of the nipple. Kelly tried to resist but her nipple was so large now it just kept shooting gallons of her milk own down her throat.

"And Kelly, how many cows do you know of that can fatten themselves up with their own milk?" Just then Kelly could start to feel her shorts getting tighter. All the rich creamy fat from her milk was actually fattening her right before her eyes. I figured her milk would have an effect on her body, but the alcohol in her system must be enhancing the effect. This is even better than I could have even hoped for, Joel smiled as he watched Kelly's firm ass grow before his eyes. "Oh Kelly looks like your little pink shorts are getting even tighter." Kelly could feel her ass slowly growing and she could also feel her thighs and legs getting heavier.

"Boy Kelly, you are really packing on the pounds. It does not look like those shorts of yours are going to fit much longer! Here, let me help you out of your shorts and panties." Joel removed Kelly's shorts and panties just in time. Kelly's ass and belly were getting huge. Her tits were getting bigger too but it was hard to tell if they were still filling with milk or fat. "Oh my Kelly it looks like someone needs to go on a diet. You must have put on 400 pounds already. I bet you never knew breast milk was so fattening."

"Oh, you're just a big fat cow now Kelly, how does it feel?" Kelly could not talk because she still had her nipple stuck in her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry let me help you and get your teat out of your mouth. We don't want you getting so fat that you roll away."

"You…. bastard! I'm….going to…. Kill…. you!"

"Kelly is that the way to thank me for giving you such wonderful breasts and such a nice fat body? I don't think so, but that's ok. You look like a cow, but we still need to make you just as dumb as a cow. And luckily for you that's very simple to do. I know you can already tell how sensitive those big udders you have for tits are. All I have to do is milk you and it will feel so good that's all your little mind will think about. I am sure you have noticed that all dairy cows do when they are getting milked is moo. They are mooing from the pleasure of being milked and as big as you are you will be mooing for the rest of your life."

Joel brought over the milking machine and moved it around to the front of Kelly's swollen breasts. "Great news Kelly, it looks like your breasts have stopped growing. They will however keep getting bigger if you are not milked at least twice a day. The good news is you never have to worry about putting on one of those constricting bras ever again. For that matter you don't have to worry about standing up again." Kelly still could not believe what Joel had done to her. Her nice perky B cup breasts were long gone and she was balanced on top of a pair of water balloons with nipples the size of a roll of quarters. Her fat legs barely touched the floor as she was forced to lay on her breasts due to their size and weight.

"Let me grab one of your nipples here Kelly and let's see if I can reach the other one also. There we go. Now Kelly let me show you how easy it is to milk you. I just pull and squeeze one of your teats and then I do the other one." Joel had one of Kelly's teats in each hand and was using a cow milking motion to get her milk flowing. "There we go, boy you sure are loaded up with milk in there. I can feel it begging to be released. Your breasts sure do bounce around a great deal more now that they are the size of beach balls"

"Jooeeelll, Oh ….my… God.. moooo, milk….. mmooo…..meeeeee….fuckkkkk……meee pusssyyy…..my ……moooooo, moooo, moo!"

"That's a good girl Kelly, just enjoy the milking, let your mind go, your nothing but a fat dairy cow, relax."

"Oh…Myoo… God…moo, soooo….gooood, moo, only, mooo, moo."

"I think you're ready for the milking machine. We don't want all this milk to go to waste. Tonight I'll give you a few more gallons of your breast milk to fatten up that big cow ass of yours some more. You're doing so good Kelly."

Joel hooked up the tubes from the milking machine to Kelly's swollen teats and turned it on. Kelly could feel the tubes start to suck on her huge teats and the milk started to gush out. The sensation felt so good Kelly stated to bounce up and down smashing her breasts under her fat round body against the cold floor causing milk to gush out faster.

"That looks like fun Kelly, do you like being milked like a cow?"

Kelly replied "moo, moooo, moo!"

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.

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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.

Bad Review (Pig TF) by theterriblemistake
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Tiffany checked her phone, her stomach rumbling as she waited for her delivery to arrive. There wasn't much on TV, but she had been lying on the couch for about twenty minutes, trying to kill time until her food was there. It looked like she had a few minutes until it got there, so she figured it would be as good a time as any to get some clothes on.

Already wearing a slightly too-tight pink shirt, she shuffled over from the couch to the nearby dresser in her studio apartment. Tiffany pulled out some sweatpants and pulled them over her big butt. "Christ, I must be gaining weight," she thought to herself as the once loose sweatpants still felt a bit constricting around her waist. She shuffled over to her mirror and took a look at herself holding her hand over her gut. At about 5'5" and 180 pounds, she was already past chubby and Tiffany knew it. Proud of her curves and her stunning wavy long blond hair, Tiffany was still a looker but she was worried that she was maybe starting to put on too many pounds. In her tight old pink shirt with her belly button poking out from underneath, Tiffany looked at her green eyes in the mirror and said to herself, "Alright pig, the diet starts tomorrow!" She patted her stomach a couple of times and watched it shake back into place.

A knock at the door brought her attention back to her food and she ran over to open it. "Thank you so much, I was starting to get so hungry," she awkwardly sputtered to the delivery girl, a plain-looking brunette in her twenties.

"Have a good night! And make sure to leave a good review!" The deliverygirl left in a hurry, leaving Tiffany with the bag standing in the doorway. It seemed to her like the girl was in a rush to get out of there, but maybe she was just busy? The smell of the cheeseburger in the bag was intoxicating though and Tiffany put the deliverygirl out of her mind.

Tiffany moved over to her table and took the bag ready to eat the food right out of the box. As she picked up the burger, she realized it didn't have any bacon on it-- and she had to pay extra for that! Forgetting how hungry she was, Tiffany grabbed her phone and immediately went to complain to the restaurant and get her money back. She called the listed number but got nothing but a busy tone. Huffing, she went straight to the review section in the delivery app and insulted the restaurant. Tiffany even called out the deliverygirl for not bothering to check the food and then figured she might as well add that the deliverygirl was rude to increase her chances of getting her money back.

Satisfied with the fact that she had at least tried to do something, Tiffany returned to her food and got in a few bites before she heard another knock at the door. "What the fuck, I just started eating," she mumbled as she got up, already feeling winded from the constant back and forth. She really did need to start dieting tomorrow, she thought to herself. Another knock at the door made Tiffany feel a little uneasy. She looked through her door's peephole and saw the deliverygirl from before. Figuring that she came to apologize, Tiffany opened the door.

"I saw your review," the deliverygirl frowned. "You don't know how hard I work and you really just have to add to my shit."

"Look, I'm sorry but, you guys forgot some of my food," Tiffany responded indignantly. She put her hands on her hips, trying to be confident, but the deliverygirl's sinister gaze was causing her to feel especially nervous. "It's no problem, but can I at least get my money back for the bacon?"

The deliverygirl looked at Tiffany, her mean frown turning into a sharp smile. "Oh, it's definitely no problem. I've got something even better, I'll just make sure you get the bacon you wanted!" She suddenly grabbed Tiffany's hands and squeezed them hard. Tiffany gasped as she felt a surge of energy rush through her causing her to fall backwards into her apartment, trembling. The deliverygirl entered the apartment with her, closing the door behind her.

"So if you didn't guess by now, I'm a witch and I'm tired of people like you who stir up shit for know reason. Buuuuuut-- since you're so good at stirring up shit, I thought I might make you something more appropriate," the deliverygirl said in a sing-song voice that both terrified and puzzled Tiffany. What did the words "make her something more appropriate" even mean? Still on the ground and shaking from the energy coursing through her body, Tiffany stared up at the witch who seemed to tower over her on the ground.

"What did you do to me?" Tiffany asked cautiously, feeling her body start to tense up. She wiggled her fingers and toes as they felt stiff as the shaking stopped. Her body no longer shaking, Tiffany started to focus on the fact that it took a lot more strength to move her fingers and that they were starting to feel numb.

"I'll save you the suspense if you haven't figured it out by now," the witch smiled. She wandered over to the couch and made herself at home, sitting down to get a good view of Tiffany. "Bacon--stirring up shit-- I'm turning you into a pig!" The witch cackled at Tiffany who tried to process what she had just heard. "It shouldn't take too long now..."

Tiffany realized the witch wasn't kidding as she noticed a snout creeping into the middle of her view. Crossing her eyes, she snorted and saw her new big nostrils flare sending her into a panic. "Oh my god, please no! Please don't do this. Please, I don't want to be a pig!" she begged, causing the witch to laugh even more.

"Don't you worry, you'll still be Tiffany. You'll have all of your thoughts and memories so that you can fully appreciate what you'll be for the rest of your life." The witch's tone turned cold as she stared at Tiffany with a pitying look, staying silent and watching the girl expectantly. Tiffany knew she had to escape, but she could barely move as she was still on the floor of her apartment and her body was feeling so tense all over. She still couldn't believe that she had a snout! Tiffany brought her hand up to her nose to touch it and see if it was real, but as she saw her hand she realized a new predicament.

Her hand was now a hoof.

She brought her other hand up to her face and saw that it looked the exact same. Tiffany tried to scream but it came out sounding a lot more like a pig squeal causing the witch to break her silence with another laugh. Tiffany used her new trotters to try to move her wavy blond hair out of her face, trying to watch the rest of her changes with an almost hypnotized look. Dumbfounded, she tried her voice again, getting out a few words between oinks. "Plleeeeease. Dooon't..." she felt her tongue changing as her mouth moved to match her new snout.

"Maybe you'd like to see what's going on. I don't think you'll be talking much anymore but I know you understand me," giggled the witch as she wandered over to Tiffany's mirror and brought it over to a position where Tiffany could see herself. Slowly crawling along the ground, Tiffany tried to process all of the changes. She still had her hair and the top half of her face was still the same as it had been before, but she now had a snout popping out of her face where her nose and moth used to be. Tiffany also realized that she was supporting all of her weight on what were once her hands and feet but now complete hooves; however, the rest of her body still looked completely human, at least as far as Tiffany could tell with her shirt and sweatpants still on.

Now that she thought about it, Tiffany felt like her clothes were starting to get even tighter. She grunted in pain as her belly started to expand, her belly button pushing even further out from under her shirt. Tiffany's boobs were getting even bigger too, rapidly expanding and causing an uncomfortable weight at the top of her body, not that she had control of her body back yet. Tiffany looked down with a stupefied look as she saw her chubby body continue to inflate and burst out of her pink shirt. She felt so much pressure around her waist as her forgiving sweatpants finally met their match and ripped open along with her panties. Her ass was twice the size it used to be with gigantic thights to match it.

Even though she was turning into a pig, Tiffany couldn't help but feel sensitive about how fat she was getting as she had to have gained at least another hundred pounds in the last few minutes. She thought to herself about how she'd never get to wear cute swimsuits to the beach to show off her curves. Never get to be with a man again. Tiffany was starting to feel mentally defeated as she was starting to feel like her body was more pig than human.

"This is my favorite part," laughed the witch for Tiffany's humiliation. Tiffany's bare ass was exposed and pointed into the air and she watched in the mirror with sadness as she saw a curly little tail pop out of her enormous behind. The witch laughed at the chubby pig girl in front of her and slapped her butt, watching all of the extra new fat jiggle. "You're such a prize pig!" Tiffany sobbed and then oinked which caused her to sob more as she watched the rest of her body puff out.

Tiffany felt her arms and legs start to feel the same stiffness that her hands had felt before turning into hooves. Her joints started to lock into place and she felt her previously-bent arms and legs straighten out. Barely able to keep her balance, Tiffany couldn't believe that she was being supported by these piggish limbs poking out of her fat barrel-chested body. She tried to speak to the witch again, forgetting for a moment that she could only oink and squeal.

"I think we're getting pretty close to the end now," the witch sighed, sounding disappointed to be at the end of the show. Tiffany thought about the humanity she had left as she looked at herself in the mirror again, a fat pig-girl standing on four trotters with her round butt and curly tail in the air. Tiffany still had her human hair and green eyes, but the rest of her body was starting to take on a pink hue as she felt pressure around her two oversized breasts. The weight in her bosom started to spread out across her chest as her breasts multiplied. At the same time, Tiffany felt her vagina shift toward her rear causing her to squeal again, feeling more like a pig than ever. Tiffany couldn't believe this indignity! She had been turned into a big over a bad review and as far as she could tell she was stuck like this.

"I bet you're wondering if you'll ever get to change back into a human?" the witch asked condescendingly to the pig-girl. Tiffany nodded, feeling the changes in her bloated neck that now struggled to look up. She had been focusing so much on her transformation that she hadn't realized her new change in perspective until adressing the witch. She was now just a pig with a fat neck and her head low to the ground. "Well, the answer is no. This is a one way street. Whatever you used to be, Tiffany, will only exist in photos." The witch picked up a photo of Tiffany smiling in a bikini on a summer vacation and brought it down to the pig's eye level. Tiffany knew that the witch was taunting her, but she still couldn't help but look at herself and pray that this was a dream or that she could one day be a human again.

The witch dropped the photo on the ground and started to walk to the door, looking back at Tiffany who was still looking at the photo. "I'm leaving you with those green eyes and that beautiful blond hair of yours, but as you can see in the mirror, you're a pig now, Tiffany." Tiffany looked back at herself in the mirror and wanted to throw up, feeling the changes now complete. She was still in disbelief that she had her hair and eyes, just a reminder of her lost humanity. Tiffany tried to trot over to the witch in despair, but still had trouble moving with the added bulk on her new legs and hooves. The witch chuckled but grew quiet again before finally saying, "Alright, I think I've had about as much fun as I can have tonight. I'll leave you to your TV and Cheeseburger-- if you can figure out how to get up to the table. Have a nice life, Tiffany, hope you liked the bacon! The witch quickly exited, slamming the door behind her.

Finally alone, Tiffany was left with nothing but her own thoughts as she tried to process her situation. She was stuck in her own apartment and she was a pig. There was no way she could use the door with her hooves. She couldn't send a text message with these appendages or use the phone without a voice. Tiffany thought to herself that even if she got out, she was a pig, anyone that saw her would just call animal control. At the same time, Tiffany still had her hair and human eyes. Surely a stranger would believe that she used to be a human. Certainly this was a normal thing, Tiffany thought. People had to realize that she was a human and not a pig!

She looked at herself again in the mirror, her blond hair not convincing enough to distract her from the fact that she was a big chubby pig. A pig that used to be a human named Tiffany and she had no idea what to do.

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