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  1. He awoke with a daze, but quickly realized that he could not move. He was stuck in... something. He gave the material a strong pull and it stretched ever so slightly. It was webbing. "Oops, sorry!" The voice was gentle and female, but the man in the spider's web couldn't see who was speaking to him. He squinted his eyes as a shadow moved towards him. As the figure entered the light, his eyes flew wide open in shock. It was a giant spider with a human's upper torso. She was oddly beautiful and obviously dangerous. The man silently prayed that he would not be devoured before being jerked back to reality by the feeling of a hand tugging on his shoe. "Hey! What are you doing?" "Ssshhh, just leave it to me..." She pulled of his shoe with a gentleness that matched her voice, the cool air brushing against his socked heel. Suddenly, she dug her hands straight into his socked foot, scraping his cotton covered sole and eliciting a torrent of laughter. A member commission for Spikedpsycho. To make your own fan request and download all of our transformation comics, purchase a single 1-month membership to transformfan.com! (Technically, this one's from Bondage Fan - but I thought the spider girl might be appreciated here!)
  2. Witch Crafting Her Halloween Mount" (A unique take on "witchcraft'.) A commission for @pixelmorpher1 :iconpixelmorpher1: in a halloweentheme
  3. Anonymous poster hash: 0d231...627
  4. The power of the light, the sun, and the sky were great powers, ones that had burned through the darkness time and time again. Faenya, Thoradan goddess, had wielded them time and time again against her great rivals and those that sought to harm her flock. She had beaten back the darkness for years, and then held it at bay with a will that could not be extinguished. Yet, there was a way for the darkness to strike back, a way that she had not expected, a way against which she had no defense. In her sleep, the Thoradan goddess was guarded by the light of her spear, glowing at her side in the dimness that was all that she allowed of darkness in her presence. However, other darknesses were spawned, shadows that burned at the edge of the few other objects in her bedchamber, burning and growing longer with the presence of light. The gods and devils of the darkness took control of them, using the formerly benign shadows to deliver what would be their vengeance upon the feathered goddess that had defeated them so many times. Inch by inch, the shadows turned and lengthened, following the unnatural wills of the powers of darkness to approach their ancient enemy. They were slow, steady, but relentless, unable to be stopped even by the power of the spear. They crept over the edge of the bed, and then, they struck. Snake-like, they sunk their intangible fangs into Faenya, dispensing the power of the curse. The goddess awake, striking out with her spear, but it was too late. The curse was already in her blood, burning away with the hatred of the powers of darkness. Her beak opened wide and she shrieked her pain and anger, throwing herself to the sky in hopes of finding a cure for it before it could overtake her. The speed of the goddess was great, but the curse had already been made with that in mind. It struck her from the sky, her wings fading from her back and sending her crashing into a nearby field. The fading sunlight threw her shadow before her, letting her see the edges of her wings disappearing before they were claimed for good by the curse inside of her. She winced, shaking her head in disbelief, but there was no denying what had happened. She was wingless. Desperately, she grasped for her spear, hoping that the power of the ancient artifact would delay the continuation of the curse, but even as she gripped at it, she could feel her hands stiffening, refusing to bend properly. She hissed, trying to force her fingers to wrap about the edge of the spear, to get a grip on part of it, anything, but her body refused to do what she told it. All it did was lay atop it. Before her eyes, her fingers flexed, and then stilled, pointing straight out. The taloned fingers refused to obey her, even as she begged them to bend, but all they did was point out, point out...and darken. No, this is impossible. Yet, it was all too possible, as the golden scales of her fingers were turned black, the claws pulling back into her digits and then fading away, leaving her with blackened fingers that were slowly growing together. She strained to stop it, harnessing her will to fight the curse, but it was too strong. There was no way that it would fade. She could only stare as her fingers linked together little by little, her hand becoming nothing more than a dark black hoof, and a big one, at that. Fall, Faenya, she heard the voices of darkness whisper to her. Fall into the form of a beast. Nothing more than an animal to be found in the field, nothing but prey for the beasts of the night. The laughter in her skull nearly drove her mad. The eagle-like Thoradan struggled to pull herself to her feet, but every part of her had been stricken with the curse. Even as her other hand went stiff, following the path of her other hand, her legs bent, shifting so that she could not put them under her. Her arms lengthened to match her legs, keeping her from rising off of all fours, and her back ached as she swore that she was growing longer. Not taller, with her inability to stand, but longer. The curse rid her of her feathers, soft bundles of them falling in droves to the ground. She wept at their loss, unable to believe the horror that her long-time opponents had delivered upon her. Faenya struggled, fighting against the fire of the curse in her blood, but it was impossible to hold back. As her feathers fell out, patchy skin grew in to replace it, black and white in the colors of the cow. She shivered as she felt the power of the goddess fading, the curse speeding up as time went on. Trundling forward, she kicked her spear upright, letting it fall on her back. The goddess had to try; she had to try and make it to someone that would help her. Onwards she ran, feeling the last of her feathers fade, her tailfeathers long gone, and slowly getting replaced by a meager little meat tail. She felt the beginnings of her udders forming under her belly, adding to the weight that her arms and her legs - no, her forelegs and hind legs - had to carry, but she did her best to ignore it, focusing instead on the path before her. There was a chance, if she could but reach the place of worship dedicated to her. It was just past the farm ahead. Yet, the powers of darkness had known this, it seemed. In the fading light, they summoned wolves. They summoned bats. They summoned every creature that hunted in the night, every beast that would see her brought low at the command of their masters. She stared down the path at the wall of teeth and fangs and claws, and knew that there was no way that she could pass through. She turned to the farm, and the beasts followed. She escaped, but not without loss; her spear was left behind, clasped in the jaws of a lucky wolf that ran off with it like a dog with a stick. Her body was almost entirely gone, only a hint of gold along her head and the crown that she had worn in her sleep upon her ear. It was all that remained of her former godly self, and she knew that the former would fade shortly. Faenya struggled forward, holding tight to what she remembered of herself, of her obligations towards the world, and stumbled into the house of the farmer. For a moment, she held out hope that he would recognize the crown, if nothing else. She approached him in the single-room farmhouse, lowing at him as he turned in his bed. He leaped up, staring at her, and then slowly shook his head. What are you doing out here? She tried to speak, but he grabbed her by the muzzle. No, dont talk. Youre too loud. He got up, barely pausing to put clothes on before pulling her by the neck and the ear. She had no choice but to follow, lest he drag at her and pull her painfully. His grip was sure, and his strength was fearsome as he dragged her back into the fields, and then towards the other cows. I dont know who you belong to, but you aint getting in the house. Stay with the rest of the herd til morning, and if nobody comes for you, well deal with you then. Faenya tried to complain, tried to say something, to point out her crown to the farmer, but some imp of shadow appeared and plucked it from her head. He danced about, grinning, and then disappeared. She was left among the cows barely a moment later, and the farmer yawned before walking off, leaving her alone. The other cows lowed and milled about her, making many sounds that she didnt understand. Yet, she feared she would, in the morning. # The sun rose on a woman that barely remembered her own name, let alone her own history. Faenya. Faenya. Faenya, she kept telling herself. There were few things that hung around in the back of her mind, few things that stood as bastions against the curse that burned through her mind as hot as it had gone through her body, but her name was one that she refused to let go of. Even as the farmer returned, pulling her free, she kept mouthing it, whispering it to herself in her head. Even as she was taken to the barn, put into a pen and had her udders pulled on, she kept whispering her name. The feeling of pressure down there was finally released, but with it went many more of her memories. What had been lost in the forest, why she had run this far in the first place, what her name meant. All of it was gone, milked out in the bucket and taken away from her. Even when she was taken to another pen, her flanks exposed, she whispered her name to herself. Faenya. Faenya. Faenya. I will remember this. If I forget all else, I am Faenya. Not a cow, but...not a cow. Just not a cow. Faenya the not-cow. It was hard to think of anything else, and the burning brand that was pressed to her side didnt help. She nearly screamed her head off at that, feeling her skin burn and blacken beneath her fur, and she couldnt even try to run and escape it. The farmer walked up to stand beside her head, the burning metal still in his hand. He took his other hand, patted her on the neck. Good girl. Looks like nobodys coming for you, so youll just have to start working as a milking cow. Milking Cow...I am not...I am Faenya...I am the not-cow It didnt help. Her protests, bestial and low and weak as they were, meant nothing to the experienced farmer. He dragged her back out of the barn and down to the field. Slapping her flank, he sent her running into the grassy lands. She went without further complaint, following her stomach as she did. Even as she whispered her name one more time - Faenya! - she looked out at the woods. Great red eyes peered at her through the shadows, red eyes and white fangs that were turned up in demonic grins. They were happy for her. And if they were happy, then she had every reason to be afraid.
  5. [HASHTAG]#breast expansion[/HASHTAG] [HASHTAG]#breasts[/HASHTAG] [HASHTAG]#huge boobs[/HASHTAG]
  6. Anonymous

    It went all to her breasts

    At least the boobs didn't shrink. [ATTACH]2467[/ATTACH]
  7. Bust size: GOD DAMN! ?
  8. Anonymous

    Sticking Her Nose In [Pig TF]

    Sticking Her Nose In [Pig TF] Lacey Taylor was hard at work sketching, under her favourite tree, in a secluded spot of the park. She had immersed herself so fully in her craft that she hadn’t noticed the pair of eyes watching her from across the park or that the owner of those sparkling eyes had snuck up beside her to take a peek at her work. It was no surprise that Lacey burned with frustration when her concentration was rudely interrupted by the onlooker’s gratingly sweet voice. “That looks pretty good,” the girl said. Lacey recognised the girl immediately as the towns’ resident comic artist. Her name was Cécilia and she would quite happily talk about and show off her sketches in the bars and cafes. Cécilia had heard people say steer clear of Lacey Taylor but no one would ever say why. She felt sorry that people seemed to avoid Lacey for no apparent reason and wanted to reach out to her. Now that she knew that they had something in common, she had the perfect way to make friends… or so she thought. Cécilia stood nervously looking over Lacey’s shoulder. She was waiting for a reply from Lacey but none came and so she stood there in awkward silence. Cécilia concluded that she would have to say a little more to start a conversation so she looked Lacey’s sketch over and said the first thing that came to mind. “I think you need to work a little on the proportions though, those arms and legs look a little chunky.” Chunky!? Lacey twitched from sheer annoyance but Cécilia continued with what she thought was a helpful critique. Lacey did not appreciate the unsolicited appraisal and quietly seethed as she listened. Not only was this girl breaking the flow of her art but now she was criticising her work as well. Lacey only grew more frustrated as she realised that Cécilia’s assessment was actually quite accurate. “Here, let me show you one of my pieces so you know what I mean,” Cécilia placed her portfolio onto her lap and pulled out on of her most recent sketches. It was a simple self-portrait that she hadn’t bothered to ink but the resemblance was clear and she had added a splash of colour to it to bring out the green highlights in her shoulder length black hair. It was clear from that one picture that Cécilia was the more talented artist of the two, a fact that drove Lacey over the edge. “You must think very highly of yourself, mustn’t you?” Lacey’s voice was clear and curt. Her accent was not quite the snobbish upper class ‘Queen’s English’ that was spoken by stereotypical movie scientists and villains but her pronunciation and tone were clear and sharp enough that she sounded smarter than the average person. “Not really, I just…” Cécilia started to say. It was clear she had offended Lacey and she wanted to apologise but Lacey interrupted before she could speak another word. “Do you think that means you can talk down to me?” Lacey snapped. Unseen by Cécilia, Lacey’s hand slipped into her spider-embroidered handbag, fingers searching for a small velvet pouch. “No, I just thought you could use some help!” Cécilia said defensively. This was really not how she had expected things to go and she was deeply sorry that she had gotten off on the wrong foot with Lacey. “Why? Because you think my art isn’t very good? You dare to judge my work? You don’t know what real art is!” Lacey took a pinch of dusty powder from the pouch blew it into Cécilia’s face, “but I’ll show you, you stuck up pig!” “Wait! I was just trying to he-heh-heh,” Cécilia’s nose tickled from breathing in the powder. She had the uncontrollable urge to sneeze and simply could not finish her sentence. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head up and inhaled deeply through her nostrils two or three times before the tickling subsided. The need to sneeze disappeared for a few seconds only to come back stronger and this time her quiet sniffing as she breathed in turned more and more into unintentionally loud snorting each time she inhaled. Lacey murmured her satisfaction as she watched Cécilia closely, she had already pictured what she wanted to happen the moment she blew the powder into Cécilia’s face but to actually watch it unfold in front of her was an experience like no other. It was something Lacey found so deeply satisfying that she dared not blink in case she missed even the most minor detail. “This won’t be the last time you turn your nose up someone else’s work, far from it. You won’t be able to help but turn your nose up!” In that instant, Cécilia felt the tip of her nose tugged forward and upward. She was acutely aware of the weight of her nose ring moving as it lead her nose out further from her face as if it were being tugged by some invisible hand that was moulding her. She crossed her eyes and watched as her adorable button nose elongated until it was sticking several inches out from her face. On impulse, Cécilia stood up sharp and took a step back from Lacey. “No way!” She sniffed and saw her big nostrils twitch in front of her. The rush of air into her nose produced a noisy snortle that made her blush. She could smell the pencil lead, the paper, even the different pigments coloring her artwork. The sudden assault of new smells dizzied her. Lacey was chuckling at Cécilia’s cross-eyed expression of confusion. Her angelic face had been warped and although she was still obviously pretty she now sported a pig snout that took up most her face. Cécilia managed to pull her eyes away from the point of her triangular nose and looked at Lacey with disgust, “What have you done to me?” “Oh, it’s not done yet,” Lacey purred. She stood up to better witness her victims impending downfall and because she knew it would intimidate Cécilia all the more, especially with what was about to happen next. Cécilia squeaked as she inexplicably lost her balance and fell backwards. It felt as if her legs had been swept off the floor when in reality they had shrunk in an instance into stumpy little trotter. There was a brief moment of panic as she tried to flail her arms to keep from falling only realize she had no arms at all, just another matching pair of chubby pink pig trotters. She landed with a soft thud on her now bare bottom. Her panties and skinny jeans had dropped to the ground the instant her legs shrunk. The cute artist gasped as she looked at her warped body. It was like her midsection had been squashed becoming shorter but filling out other parts of her body. Her torso was smaller now and the cute chubbiness she previously had, had now bulged into a rather round pot belly that peaked out from her top. Beneath her now tubby tummy, she could see that even her pussy had puffed up. The little hillcrest between her hips and thighs had swollen and her lower pink lower lips were pleasantly squished between the soft hills of her labia majora. Lacey licked her lips at the girls delicious looking “camel toe” and, for a very brief moment, Lacey thought it was a shame to let such a perfectly puffy pussy devolve into dirty piggy parts but the girl was ripe for the porking. As Lacey watched, Cécilia changed once more and this time her top was pushed right up past her belly to rest on her breasts. Her ruined bra fell away, landing in her lap. It had ripped at the seams in the instant her body was reshaped and, now she was practically nude. Her belly and cheeks weren’t the only things to get bigger this time. Her gorgeous breasts had blown up into a pair of melon sized jiggling fat titties. Cécilia blushed, desperately wanting to hide the enormous things but finding her little arms inadequate for the job and with trotters instead of hands, she couldn’t even pull her top down. With one swift movement Lacey tore Cécilia’s top from her, leaving her as bare as the day she was born. “No!” Cécilia whimpered, but it was much too late, the top was gone and her bountiful bust already bare. She looked around, hoping no one would see her naked and exposed in the park but also wishing someone would come to her rescue from the humiliating and horrifying situation that she could hardly believe she had found herself in. “This can’t be real,” Cécilia shook her head but she could feel her breasts and belly wobble as she moved. With a sinister smile, Lacey grabbed hold of Cécilia by the girls trotters that were only moments ago her hands and hoisted her up on to her other set which had formerly been her feet. Cécilia gasped though it came out sounding something between a squeak and a grunt. She now had to look up to face Lacey. Her stumpy limbs and short, plump body had left her barely taller than Lacey’s navel. “My, my. You’re turning out wonderfully. You really are a work of art. Just look at you!” When Cécilia’s only reaction was to tremble in fear Lacey’s eyes narrowed darkly. “Go on. Look.” Lacey commanded. Cecilia looked over her body that had been twisted into some odd mix of woman and pig. She was short but stacked, not to mention belle bottomed. Still, when she peeked at her rear she was shocked to see the little curly tail she now sported above her two very plumped up butt cheeks. “This can’t be real. I’m a freak!” Cécilia shook her head but the evidence was there jiggly in front of her. Her inflated knockers bobbed and bounced on her chest as her pointed ears flipped and flopped at her sides. Even her spiral tail swung like a spring as she moved. All the while Lacey looked down on her with a smug smirk of self-satisfaction. It angered her but she felt powerless to do anything. What could she do when Lacey had the power to morph her body in such an incredible and unbelievable way? She was now so small and chubby and helpless. If she ran, she didn’t think she’d make it more than a few steps before she stumbled due to her added weight and new centre of gravity. She was utterly powerless and that scared her. So terrified was she, that she was beginning to feel a desperate need to pee and if she didn’t go soon she wouldn’t have much choice but to run for the nearest push to squat in or piss herself where she stood. What made things worse was that Lacey seemed to sense her desperation the moment her eyes flitted over to a nearby shrub. “Don’t you dare move, pork buns. I’m not finished with you yet.” Lacey’s tone was sharp and threatening but it was not Lacey’s voice that frightened Cécilia most, it was the predatory look in Lacey’s eyes. The thought occurred to the helpless pig-girl that Lacey was already changing her into a pig, what more could she do? The answer that first sprang to mind was obvious and terrifying. Lacey walked around her slowly, eying her like a piece of meat. Without warning Lacey swiftly dropped down and bit one of Cécilia’s round pink buns. Cécilia let out a shrill squeak and squeezed her thick thighs together tightly, muscles clenched in an effort not to pee. Lacey was chuckling to herself and wiping a tear from her eye, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Your bum just looked so round and scrumptious. I would say you were bitesize but you’re far too big with that booty.” Is she really going to eat me or is she toying with me… or Cécilia gulped. Her bottom stung but Lacey’s teeth hadn’t broken the skin or caused anything other than a painful bruise in the shape of a bite. is she playing with her food? “Please, I have to pee.” with her fear and desperation addled mind, Cécilia asked permission to go to the bathroom like a child. She certainly was looking at Lacey from a child’s perspective and it somehow felt fitting. There was still so much she did not know about the world, the existence of magic for one thing, and Lacey was like a teacher showing her how ignorant she had been. There was little good that knowledge would do now, though. Lacey laughed aloud, earnest and heartily. She had to hold her sides because she was chuckling so much. She had to wipe a tear from her eye and whispered “how pathetic” to herself before responding to the humbled half-hog girl who hopped from one foot to the other, her desperation so great she couldn’t remain still any longer. “You can go anytime and anywhere, Pork Buns. You aren’t bound by human rules anymore. You see, you really do look delightful like this but I can’t keep you this way, as fun as it would be,” Lacey bent over to pat Cécilia on the head condescendingly, “It would be far too much trouble if Miss Piggy squealed on me. No. You’ve got to go ‘the whole hog’!” Before Cécilia could react Lacey was pouring a potion she had hidden in her palm over the poor pig girls head. The effects were instantaneous. Cécilia’s raven black hair started to melt together with its green highlights into a muddy ooze that dripped down her shoulders and back. The further her former hair trickled down her body, the more she changed. “Noo!” Cécilia half shrieked, half squealed as she saw her enormous boobs each divide into two, splitting like cells, until she sported a second pair beneath her first. From the second set of pert pink sweater puppies she sprouted a third and then a fourth. Each new pair she grew was a little smaller and bestial than the last and soon, Cécilia had five pairs of jiggling pig tits all the way down to her thighs. She panicked as she tried to remain steady on her shrunken legs, the added weight on her chest and abdomen was pulling her forward and she came to the sickening realisation that soon she wouldn’t be able to stand at all. The very moment Cécilia felt the first drop of the cursed potion on her scalp she had forgotten her desperation and her dignity and began to piss all down her inner thighs, ankles and all over her little trotters. By the time that the wet muck, that had been her sexy black hair dripped off of her bubble behind and into the puddle beneath her, the bizarre feeling of being twisted and contorted had reached down to her genitals. She felt like she was being poked and prodded in her most private places as her pooter and puckered bottom shifted and reshaped into porcine equivalents. It was all happening so quickly now. She didn’t have long left at all until she was completely pig, at least on the outside. She had to beg Lacey for forgiveness now, whilst she could still speak like a human. Her jaw reshaped to matcher her now flat and cylindrical nose, giving her a truly piggish snout, which grew out further and new teeth popped from her gums. She rolled her tongue over her teeth finding two large, protruding incisors at her bottom jaw. She was quickly becoming something bestial and primitive with bristles sprouting all over her body. “PleeEEEase! PleeEEEEase change meEEEEE back!” she squealed, her throat and neck thickening by the second. “What am I supposed to do as a pEEEEEEg?!” Lacey shrugged, “I don’t care as long as you learn your place.” From her neck down to her hips, Cécilia’s body swelled until she became a fully barrel shaped pig. She fought to stay standing as long as she could as she grew in girth by the second until there was no trace of the girl she had been save for her intelligent eyes. Even her nose ring seemed like it belonged on the plump pig she had become. She oinked and squealed long after her human voice was forever lost and she fell onto the fore hooves that had been her hands. She finally lost the battle to stay standing against her new nature and dropped to all fours like any other common swine. ~ Cécilia stood in the park unsure what to do as she watched Lacey leave. The witch, or sorceress or whatever she was, had taken Cécilia’s portfolio with her as a memento warning her not to follow unless she wanted to end up on a serving plate, hog-tied, with an apple in her mouth. The thought, which would have once sounded like a kinky fantasy now sounded like a nightmare and had been enough to stop Cécilia in her tracks. Now the pig was left naked and alone in a now unfamiliar looking park in an even more unfamiliar body with nothing but her thoughts and the smell of her own desperation. She looked and prayed for some way out, some escape or help handing but it was already looking hopeless. There were other people in the park. Surely someone must have seen what she did to me! No one seemed to be paying attention to her at all. Where do I go? What can I do? Looking around at the remains of her clothes she decided she could root through her discarded belongings for her phone. She lifted up one of the legs of her jeans in her snout and shook her head, trying to dislodge her phone from the skinny jeans but it was tightly secured in her pocket. Standing on the jeans with two hooves to keep them steady, she tried to chew through the pocket, careful not to bite down on the phone itself. She couldn’t unlock it let alone dial a phone number, and if somehow she could, she wouldn’t be able to talk. I can text though. Probably. I have to try, at least! She had almost managed to free her phone when she heard the amused voices. “Mummy! Look there’s a pig!” A little girl stood pointing at Cécilia and giggling. “It’s got a curly tail above its bum, mummy!” The mother and daughter had a clear view of her rear end. If she had not been a pig, Cécilia would have blushed. She spun around to face them and hide her shamefully exposed privates. The mother looked concerned that the seemingly feral pig might attack and grabbed her daughter by the hand and quickly led her away. Things were bad enough before but now Cécilia had to deal with the shame of being naked and laughed at by small children and actively avoided by wary adults. Cécilia the pig sighed in an almost human manner, at once relieved and disappointed that her first interaction with humans as a pig was over, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed a new threat. Cécilia froze. A girl was staring at her. Directly at her. Did she see what Lacey did? Is she going to help me? Cécilia dared to hope but her hopes were dashed when the girl lifted her cellphone to her ear. “Hello? Hi, I need to report that there’s a runaway pig in Queen’s Park. Umm, It’s got a nose ring so maybe it escaped from a farm or something. It doesn’t seem frightened.” Cécilia’s eyes widened as she heard the girl speak. No! Cécilia squealed. Can’t you see I’m trying to make a phone call! I’m not a pig! Don’t call the authorities! Cécilia had to act fast and get her phone immediately. It was going to be the only way she could communicate with a human and now she had a time limit. How long will it be before some pet control or something show up? Damn it! I should have grabbed my stuff and hid. Fuck! ~ The phone idea was a bust. Her nose was too flat and wide to work the touchscreen and it didn’t even recognise her trotters. The idiot school girl had merely laughed as she watched the stupid pig fumble about with a phone attracted to the lights or something. She was tempted to go and bite the bitch for ratting on her but thought that would only make things worse. They put dogs down for less and she was now even lower on the food chain. They could really cook and eat me, Cécilia shuddered at that chilling realisation. They won’t. I have a new plan. They’ll see I’m not really a pig and I’ll get help. It’ll be fine. She reassured herself as she shoved her nostrils in into the sticky, brown muck. It disgusted her, shoving her face in the mud, but she didn’t have a lot of options. When the men had come to capture her she had barely managed to escape the first time. There was no going back to check if any of her art supplies were left so she had to use what was available and what was available was mud and plenty of it. Mud was her medium and the wall by the skate park was her canvas. All she needed was to write “help” on the wall and she would be saved. Nothing ever goes according to plan though. They caught her as she trotted back to the mud free skate park from the old mud filled footpath. There was never a convenient muddy puddle around when you need one and she had to travel back and forth between the two to complete each letter, leaving a dirty trail of footprints behind each time. They had been able to ambush her and catch her unawares. She squeal ed and tried to scramble free but she was a little pig and they were two fully grown human beings. It was hardly a fair fight and she ended up unceremoniously dumped inside a cage in the back of a van. Do they have an animal pound? A petting zoo? A farm? Some sort of animal sanctuary? She could not help but contemplate where they were taking her. ~ The van had been parked for a short while when she heard the muffled voices outside. They were a little too far to make out the conversation but Cécilia could already tell she had been brought to a farm. She could smell the other animals and their waste though she couldn’t tell what they were or how many though she thought her big, floppy ears had picked up the braying of an ass and the bellow of a cow. It was a short wait in the back of the van before the doors were flung open but it felt like an age to Cécilia. Each second of not knowing what awaited her, her anxiety grew stronger. Her heart raced when she was finally lead down a ramp by a leash and into a large barn. The dragged her into a waiting cage locked her in and left her. She was once again left with little to do but contemplate her fate. There were several stalls in the barn occupied by the donkeys and cows she heard earlier and it appeared that she had piqued the curiosity of a few of them. One donkey looked down on her and brayed. Cécilia wrinkled her big nose. Even a dumb donkey was looking down on her with pity. She snorted She heard the loud clack of a woman’s shoes on the floor. A pair of long, slender legs in slinky black tights strutted into view. Cécilia had to look up to see the pretty face sadistically grinning down at her. “Why hello, Pork Buns! What a complete and utter surprise this isn’t.” Lacey! What’s she doing here? the sows jaw dropped. Of all the scenarios she thought might happen once she reached her destination, this was not one of them. She didn’t think she would ever have the chance to Lacey again. Is she… is she here to turn me back? Cécilia dared to hope that this was all just to teach her lesson and that she would soon be back to her usual sexy self. “In case you haven’t guessed, I phoned straight after I left you and said a pig had escaped from this farm. I suspected it wouldn’t be long before they caught you but I at least thought you might make it a day or two. Most of the other little piggies at least try to make it in the big, bad world when I give them this chance but you must have given up straight away. I guess you’re more of an indoor sow, hmm?” Lacey’s smug. I didn’t give up! Cécilia squealed, angrily but of course Lacey couldn’t understand and just laughed before patronisingly saying, “You’re a pig, darling. I have no idea what you’re trying to say nor do I care.” Lacey took hold of the pigs’ leash and unlatched the cage, letting the door swing open. “Come, pig.” Cécilia had no choice but to follow as Lacey led her by the leash into another part of the barn. She was immediately hit with a new smell. It was somehow completely new and familiar at the same time. Next she heard the noisy. Animals, grunts, snorts and… Squeals! Wait, Lacey said something about ‘the other piggies’. Has she done this to others? Is that why everyone avoids her? Lacey opened a gate, removed her collar and simply said, “In.” Cécilia was shocked. There were dozens of pigs in there. She could tell their sex by the males musky smells and the rows of teats hanging beneath the females but these were clearly not normal pigs. Most had distinctly human features that distinguished them from other swine, features like tattoos and ear piercings. She could see from her new hog’s eye view that a few of the sows had nipple piercings and a certain sow, with rose thorns tattooed up her arm, even had her clit pierced. It reminded Cécilia of her own nose piercing that would forever distinguish her from the pig. Oh shit! I must look exactly like them. If all of the swine herd were once humans then it was proof that Lacey had been doing this for quite some time. If Lacey had been doing it for some time then she would probably continue and that meant Cecilia would be a pig got a long time to come. Perhaps even the rest of her life. “Well, Pork Buns. This is your new home. I’m sure the other hogs will make you feel right at home.” ~ “Good morning, Pork Buns,” Lacey said happily as she strolled in happily pushing a wheelbarrow filled with slop. Cécilia grunted her annoyance her thick nostrils vibrating wetly. She was getting used to the slop made from stale leftovers and bits of vegetables no human would eat but this was worse than the usual crap they were fed. She kept coming across flat and dry pieces that took forever to chew. She had quickly learnt not to look at what it was she was eating as she was better off not knowing but this time curiosity had gotten the better of her. Cécilia looked down and saw a slither of shredded paper. She snorted in confusion. Mixed in with the mushed vegetables and gravy like slop there was a face on a piece of scrap of paper. Cécilia knew those big wide eyes and mischievous lips. How could she not know them? She was the one who drew them! It was such a pleasant surprise at first, being reunited with one of her comic characters but then she realised what that meant. She turned to see the other pigs were beside her with their snouts in the trough. My comics? No! They’re eating my work! Cécilia released a series of shrill and panicked squeals. They were eating her work. Lacey must have found it all in her portfolio and shredded it! Why would she do that? Cécilia didn’t know but pure jealousy had made Lacey decide to shred her comics. All those hours she’d spent painstakingly perfecting each panel and now her comic was getting gobbled up by a bunch of fat pigs. The worst part was that she knew she had eaten some herself. She felt the coarse paper on her long porcine tongue and chewed it thoroughly with her snout before swallowing. She squealed again, demanding they stop, and nudged the fat angel wing tattooed sow next to her but the pig seemed to cluck its tongue as if tutting at her. “Such an attention hog,” Cécilia watched with a lofty sneer on her face as Cécilia tried to get the other pigs to stop eating and listen to her. The pigs paid no attention to the hysterical sow. Blissfully unaware they were eating her pride and joy. How can they not understand me? I’m sure they used to be people too! “I suppose you’ve noticed the special ingredient in today’s slop?” Lacey laughed, “You thought your stuff was so great but soon it’ll be nothing more than pig shit! But look at you now. You couldn’t paint a fence, let alone a comic, pig.” Lacey bent over the fence and held a hand to her mouth as if to whisper conspiratorially to Cécilia, “Want to know a secret? That wasn’t the only special ingredient. I added a little seasoning as well. You should all start feeling the effects any second now.” Cécilia oinked, fearfully and wondered what else Lacey had done to torture her but the feeling was already taking hold. Her crotch felt warm. Hot even. And painfully empty. You didn’t!? she oinked again but she could feel herself getting wet and even smell her own sex as the barn filled with intoxicating pig pheromones. She was so horny that she and the other sows were practically gushing. Mating seasoning, she thought to herself as she started to picture herself being fucked from behind. It made Lacey excited to see the girl she had so recently turned into a sow, wiggly her rear for the attention of the other hogs. It had been a week and still the girl hadn’t presented herself to a boar. Lacey came to think that Cécilia fancied herself as a queen, too good for the lowly boars. Well, this will show her, her place. As the little sow raised her bum and shook her buns, Lacey couldn’t wait to play with her own hungry pussy. It always drove her wild to see her victims transformed and to see them give in to their new instincts, especially when she was the one to give them a little push. “One last thing before I go, and before you go hog wild. I made a little amendment to your self-portrait,” Lacey presented Cécilia’s self-portrait. The one she had been so happy with. The one with the splash of green in her black hair. The one that now sported a pig snout and ears, “What do you think? It’s very you.” Cécilia was still staring at the portrait when she allowed the first boar to mount her, his twisting cock making her head spin as it drilled deep into needy pussy. She was blissfully rutting like a pig. ~ Cécilia the brood sow huffed. She’d woken up covered in muck and grime again after a pleasant dream in which she did not walk on all fours and talked in more than just squeals and oinks. It had been several months since her life changing encounter with Lacey but she still clung on to her humanity, especially in her dreams, and it caused her to roll about happily in the mud whilst she slept. She felt so uncomfortable, so exposed, whenever Lacey or anyone came to visit. Years of wearing clothes couldn’t be washed away with a few days of being a naked pig with a layer of bristly hair and grime. Even worse was the fact that she was certain she was a bigger pig now than she had been when she was first transformed. She had gained a significant amount of weight during her time as a pig simply from overeating and she had no one to blame but herself. It wasn’t that her appetite had increased. She wasn’t overcome with an unquenchable hunger. She just ate and ate because she was bored. The consequence was that she’d grown fatter and lazier by the day like the other pigs. She had difficulty thinking of them as other people now but still she felt like they were equals. Does that mean I feel like less of a person? she wondered. She’d been fucked multiple times by the boars now and had delighted in it, much to her never ending shame. She wasn’t even certain which ones had taken her. It was difficult to turn her head back to look at which pig was mounting her and, at first, she had difficulty telling the pigs apart by sight. It was much easier once she learned to pick them apart by smell. Lacey had already been in and delivered their morning slop. There were no surprises this time, thankfully, and Cécilia had gotten to work munching on it immediately like a real pig, slobbering and the feed noisily squelching in her mouth as she greedily devoured it without a care for how fat she was now getting. It was thirty minutes or more before she was full and lazily left the trough only to notice something was amiss. The gate to the pig pen had been left wide open. Cécilia looked around but shockingly none of the other pigs and former humans paid it any attention at all. Why don’t you all leave? Now’s our chance. she oinked and quickly trotted out of the gate and into the other part of the barn where the donkey jenny she had seen previously greeted her with a lazy “heehaw”. Cécilia hadn’t noticed when she had previously been in there but the donkey had a splash of pink dye in her black mane, a sign that she was once a person too. Cécilia considered freeing her but the latch to the donkeys paddock was simply too high for a pig to reach. Instead, she resolved to come and free all the animals, no, people, if she managed to somehow restore herself. At the open door to the barn, she hesitated. How would she do that? Who could she turn to? Who would even guess that a fattened sow was once a young woman? She doubted any of her friends would believe something so fantastical. It certainly hadn’t worked out well the first time she had a chance at freedom. What would happen if she was found this time and Lacey didn’t report a missing pig on the farm? Would she be caught by the authorities and shipped off to another farm. How long would she have before she would end up on a dinner plate? They eventually put stray dogs down, didn’t they? It must be the same for stray pigs. What would I eat? Cécilia thought. She was so much fatter and hungrier now. She felt something funny. Like a nudge deep inside. It isn’t just because of how much I eat is it? Lacey watched her newest brood sow willingly return to the sty. Cécilia had decided to remain on the farm. To remain a pig. “I’m not surprised,” Lacey said to the curious jenny, “she makes a much better pig than a girl and is much more productive as a breeding sow than as an artist.”
  9. Anonymous

    Her First Time

    Her First Time "It's just the next street on the left," said Alice to the taxi driver. "Happy Birthday again sis" Alice said reaching over to her sister and giving her a peck on the cheek. "You are finally a big girl, all grown up!" she joked. "Hey! You are only two years older than me!" Sarah laughed drunkenly. Alice had invited her sister over to her student apartment for her 18th Birthday party. A quiet afternoon was spent there relaxing and preparing for the evening festivities, followed by a crazed night out clubbing. "Wow I don't know how you do this every night!" Sarah gasped, the alcohol heavily acting upon her. "Well sis…you learn to get used to it," Alice grinned. Alice beckoned to the taxi driver to stop. The taxi pulled over towards the curb and both sisters jumped out. Alice shoved a handful of notes into the taxi drivers hand and turned to see her sister near face plant onto the pavement. "Come on let's get you up inside," Alice laughed grabbing her sisters arm and hauling her through the entrance. Four floors and a lot of trailing later Alice opened the door to her apartment and flung her sister down onto the couch. Alice panted heavily, "Well I am sure I'm gonna have to get used to that if you intend to visit again early next year!" "Maybe I'll be carrying you next time," Sarah laughed. "Well it's not like I didn't drink a lot tonight! You just have a lower tolerance than I do," Alice replied. Sarah rubbed her hand on her forehead. "Yeah I will agree with that! My head is spinning. I'm glad your house mates aren't here to see me like this. Not the best introduction is it? Where are they again anyway?" Alice stared at Sarah, she was drunker than she thought. "I told you earlier, you drunk!" Alice said sticking her tongue out at her sister. "How have you forgotten already? Rebecca and Amber are both out of town visiting their families. It was sort of arranged for you coming actually." "What do you mean?" Sarah's smile started to disappear. "Well Mum and Dad thought it was a good idea too." "Mum and Dad as well? What are you talking about sis?" Sarah asked sitting up. "Well I thought I would create a relaxing environment for your first time out drinking! You know what Mum and Dad are like, they fuss a lot and they'd be up all night worried and wanting to look after you. I thought it would be best if you just came to stay up here with me. We go clubbing all the time up here and I thought I'd spare them the worry!" "I suppose that makes sense" Sarah's face returning to a smile. "You're the best sister ever!" Sarah tried to stand up arms reached out to hug Alice. "Woah no no, you sit back down sis!" You were nearly on the floor earlier, we don't need a successful attempt this time! Alice laughed. Alice turned to look at the clock. It was just after 2am. Alice screwed her face up. "Do you want a drink of water sis?" she asked turning back to Sarah. "No…what I'd like is another shot" Sarah exclaimed merrily, rolling off the couch onto the floor. "Sis that is not a good idea. The night is far from over yet." Alice replied looking at the heap her sister was on the floor. "Come on, pleaseeeeeee." Sarah slurred at her. Alice stared at her sister for a couple of seconds. "Fine, alright, we can both have one more each but that's it!" Alice walked from the living area over to the kitchen. She pulled out two glasses and poured a small amount of vodka into the bottom of each of the glasses. "Right get back up onto the couch so you can drink this" Alice called round. Alice returned to the living area clutching the two glasses and handed one to Sarah. "On three. 1… 2… …. Sarah had already downed her shot. 3… Alice muttered, knocking back her own shot. "Thanks sis, I needed that!" giggled Sarah. Sarah looked up at her sister, her giggles becoming full blown laughter. "A-A-Alice?" Sarah laughed. "What sis?" Alice smiled. "It may be the drinking we did all afternoon and tonight speaking but your ears are really funnyyyy." Alice's smile disappeared immediately as she felt her hands up to her ears. "I didn't realise you always had pointy ears sis!" Sarah continued laughing. "It's time." Alice said to her sister. "Right, come on. Get up and get into my room please". "What's wrong sis?" Sarah asked her laughter starting to fade. "I was only joking…" "Please Sarah…stand up and I'll help you over to my room." Alice said in an authoritative tone. Sarah started to get up before Alice quickly took her hand under Sarah's arm and started to pull her into her room. Alice placed her sister down onto her bed before turning and locking the door. Sarah looked confused and repeated her earlier question. "What's wrong sis?" Alice turned to face her sister and took in a deep breath. "Sarah, you know the way I said I proposed that you come and visit her to experience student life and getting drunk etc?" Sarah nodded. "Well it wasn't just all my idea, it was Mum and Dads idea too." Sarah started to laugh again. "Wow…" she slurred. "You had me worried for a second there, I thought it was something serious, how you came in and locked the door there". She looked at Alice. She wasn't smiling. Alice took in another deep breath. "Sis, why you came here wasn't just for your birthday but to learn a lesson and to learn something about life on this planet that you would never have thought to be real unless you experienced it". Sarah's face returned to confusion. "What are you talking about sis? Learn a lesson?! It was just my birthday?" Alice looked up and into her sisters eyes. "There is no easy way for me to tell you this sis so I'm just going to come out and say it. Tonight, I'm going to turn into a donkey." Sarah was about to crack a smile again, as if she had been told another joke. She looked up at Alice's face which still had a serious expression. "You have got to be kidding me sis. What the fuck is this? " Sarah started to get angry. "This isn't a funny joke. Just unlock the door and we can go out and get a few more drinks." Sarah tried to get up but Alice gently pushed her back down onto the bed. There was silence then Alice continued on. "I know you will find this hard to believe sis. I know how difficult it is to come to terms with this. I found it difficult too. I was going to tell you later but you have saw my ears already. I am already starting to change. You were going to find out tonight anyway. Mum and Dad asked me to do this because we are so close and because it's a very personal thing to go through. They know that you will find out tonight and they wanted me to show you." Alice paused for a second and Sarah whispered. "Stop…you are scaring me now sis". "I'm sorry Sarah but you are legally an adult. It is time you found out about this. That actions have consequences. This is one of the worlds best kept secrets. Well known to all except children. It would be too terrifying for them to see and know about. It requires maturity to come to terms with it. Hell it is even a legal requirement that it is kept secret to those underage. It's always been hinted at though, acting like a jackass as seen in Pinocchio's Pleasure Island. Of course nowadays we don't get sent to the mines!" The room plunged into silence again, only to be broken by Sarah. "Y-y-you said that I've never think it to be real unless I experienced it, do you mean…?" Sarah trailed off. "Yes sis. You are going to turn into a donkey too." Alice replied softly. "This is why Mum, Dad and me all organised this. I'm going to be with you every step of the way and although it may be scary, I will show you how you can live with it, maybe even enjoy it." Alice looked at Sarah. Her face was totally white and she looked like she was going to begin to cry. Alice continued on. "Let me explain how this works. This only happens when you consume alcohol into drunkenness or smoke a lot, though smoking works differently. These things are regarded as being 'bad'. You are being a bad girl in other words. It's not known as to why this happens, but it does. It doesn't effect your quality of life or anything. It can just be a bit embarrassing. You also don't have to change fully into a donkey. It's difficult to explain. By the state you are in, you will probably go all the way into a donkey tonight. I'm still kind of drunk but not as much as you. Normally in this state I wouldn't go all the way but I'm going to encourage it along slightly to show you." Alice looked again at Sarah, taking in her horrified face. "There's a reason why clubs and pubs open so late, so children aren't awake to see people transforming. Tonight, did you see that girl who was so drunk that she couldn't stand? That's them beginning to change sis. That's the highest stage of drunkenness. They immediately fall onto four legs. It happens differently to different people but since they were wearing clothes it's not easy to see their other changes. Usually at that stage they get thrown out and really it's frowned upon to be seen in such a condition. Usually the person doesn't care. You had looked away by that stage but…" "Sis.." Sarah interrupted Alice, pointing at her with wide eyes." "Your ears…" Alice stopped her story and felt her hands up to her ears. Earlier they had been only slightly pointy but now had pushed up a few inches in length." "You see sis? My ears have grown longer. That's the alcohol effecting my body which is causing me to change. The drunker you are, the faster you change. You never know how much you are going to change the first time" Alice said as fur started to grow on her ears. "It's different for everyone like I said earlier but I know that my donkey ears are nearly grown. They have to grow up a few more inches and then they will be fully developed…" "But sis…" Sarah interrupted. "I'm drunker than you, why am I not changing yet?" "Good question sis" Alice cracked a smile. "The answer is we don't know. For the first time it just takes a lot longer than someone who has been drunk before. I can't really say more than that….you will be fine in the morning sis. You won't be a donkey forever. When you sober up in the morning you will turn back into your normal self. There are usually no permanent side effects though you just can't tell." "I still don't want it to happen Alice. I don't want my body to turn into a hairy animal." Sarah cried out, a tear rolling down her cheek. Alice walked over to hug her sister. Sarah watched Alice's ears push up an inch to completion. "You just have to come to accept it sis" Alice said, hugging her. "You don't have to get drunk ever again after this. You just have to know about this. Many people don't do it ever again. I do but only because I enjoy going out with friends. You will be okay sis, I will be here!" Alice released Sarah from her embrace and continued her story. "Back to that girl though…yeah so you looked away but if you were looking just a second more you'd have seen her tail tear out through her underwear. She was quickly pulled out by security though." "Wow, do people really get that bad?" asked Sarah. "Yeah they do" Alice said, "even I have been that bad." "You?! Really!? I don't believe it sis!" Sarah exclaimed. "It's true Sarah. Sometimes I'm not even out of the club before it starts. One of the worst times was when I was wearing that short skirt that Mum and Dad had a fit about? Remember that?" Sarah nodded. "Well I got really drunk taking shots all night. I knew the consequences of getting so drunk but I didn't care. I was on the dance floor and it started. A bump started to develop inside my underwear. My skirt was so short that everyone could see. My tail was starting to come right out, by the time I realised I was walking around with a huge bump at the back. Then I knew that I had to get out of there. I just left my friends and got out to flag a taxi. When it arrived I literally had to crawl in. I got the back door open and my hands were on the back seat. I was hunched over, my ass sticking out and that's when it happened. The whole world could see. I could feel it growing out, getting longer and hairier. The bump just forced out through my underwear. My tail was free! Everyone could see it." "Oh wow, that's horrible, you skank!" Sarah teased. Alice nodded. "Well it was the last time I wore that. What was even worse was the fact that not only did my tail come out but the rest of my underwear tore off as well. My bare ass was sticking out and I had a tail. They could even see my pussy between my legs. Luckily it hadn't started to change yet. Very embarrassing sis!" Alice's last sentences startled Sarah. "You mean…your pussy changes?" Sarah asked with disgust. "Yeah sis" Alice replied. "Every part of you changes. Your breasts will change as well." "What about boys? Do they change too? Sarah asked. "Yeah they do. Drunken sex can be pretty crazy. You've heard the phrase 'donkey dick' or 'hung like a horse'? Well that becomes a reality. I've had drunken sex a few times. You are both changing while going at it. The guys dick literally just grows inside you. What could start at 6 inches could become at least twice that. It's very pleasurable though. Pleasure causes the changes to happen faster. In my experience, both me and the guy have started out human and neither of us have cum before we fully changed. I'd recommend your first time without drunkenness" Alice joked. Sarah screwed her face up. "But I mean it's a totally different experience. I like to start reverse cowgirl and usually with a minute of that my tail has grew out. Then because of us changing onto four legs we usually end up going like that. Reverse cowgirl isn't too easy when your legs are becoming hind legs." "My face is screwed up for a reason sis!" Sarah scowled. "I don't want to be hearing all these intimate details." Alice blushed. "Sorry sis, I thought I'd explain all. Though some details I guess you need to find out for yourself, if at all!" Alice looked at the clock on her bedroom wall. "Right sis this is enough story time. Unfortunately you're going to have to see me naked now!" "Well it's not like I haven't seen you naked before" Sarah rolled her eyes. "True" replied Alice "but also unfortunately I said earlier that I'm not drunk enough to go all the way, so I need to encourage it. Remember how I said that works?" Sarah screwed up her face. "Pleasure…" "Sorry sis, it's the only way and I don't want my clothes to rip off. You'd be better getting your own clothes off too." Alice sighed. Alice turned to look into the full length mirror on her bedroom wall. She pulled off her shirt and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the ground. Standing in just her bra and underwear Sarah could see how Alice had been changing without her even knowing. Patches of brown fur had been forming all over chest, the same colour as on her ears. Sarah stared intently at Alice as she unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor. Thick fur had began to form between Alice's ample breasts. Alice then placed her hands on her hips and thrust her underwear down. Alice looked at herself in the mirror. Sarah could see hair had started to cover Alice's privates from her reflection. Sarah had seen her sister naked loads of times before but this was different. "As you can see sis." Alice breathed in. "I'm starting to become hairier." Alice continued talking and started to trace her hands over her body, but Sarah was no longer listening. Her eyes were focused on Alice's ass. Her ass was renowned for being small, tight and round and she was particularly jealous of it. This however was becoming far from the truth as the roundness started to disappear and her cheeks started to increase in size and stick out. "Oh" squealed Alice in surprise as she moved a hand back to rub over her enlarged ass. She turned her head to look at Sarah. "Did you just see that happen?" Sarah nodded, her eyes still on her sisters ass. "Yeah I'm definitely starting to change now sis. However like I said before. I'm not going to change all the way! I'm going to need to encourage it along." Alice turned back towards the mirror and bent her knees slightly. "Why are you standing like that sis?" Sarah asked. "I've changed so many times Sarah I've lost count. However you can still never know what happens next no matter how many times you transform. I'm preparing myself in case my legs start to change. It will allow me to ease onto four legs a lot easier. Now I know this may not be the most pleasant thing to see your sister do, but watch closely." Alice's right hand went down between her legs and started to brush against her labia while her left hand went up to fondle her breasts. Her fingers began to slightly stroke her swelling lips and she began to bend her knees further. "Mmmmm, it feels good" Alice moaned. Sarah knew she should definitely not be watching this. It was wrong and immoral. She didn't want to see her sister pleasuring herself, never mind becoming a donkey! "Watch me" Alice moaned. Sarah looked at Alice's reflection in the mirror. Alice was gently tweaking her nipple on her left breast. Slowly Alice's nipple started to elongate making her let out a soft "oh". Her hand was shaking slightly as it elongated. Sarah looked down to Alice's other hand. It was now alternating between roughly rubbing against her labia and slipping inside herself. Her sex was starting to reshape as she continued to pleasure herself. Her labia was starting to stretch and her emerging clitoris was starting to increase in size. "Oh god yes" Alice moaned even louder. Sarah's eyes went back up to her breasts to see that Alice's right nipple had elongated as well. Both of her nipples were about two inches long and the gentle stroking had became pulling and twisting. Sarah became refocused on Alice as she started to convulse, her whole body started to shake wildly. "OH FUCK" Alice exclaimed, her fingers still rubbing against her sex. Alice's bent knees gave up and she dropped down onto her knees. "OH FUCK, HERE IT COMES!" Alice half moaned, half screamed. Sarah looked at Alice in fear and watched as hair started to flow down Alice's back down towards her donkey ass and thickened into a mane at the top. "FUCKING LOOK AT ME SIS!" Alice cried out. Alice's body dropped from an upright position onto her hands and knees. Where the fur met her ass a nub was quick to form. The nub lengthened out about 6 inches with a little tuft of hair forming on the end. "OH GOHAWWWWD" Alice brayed. "I'M CHANGEE-INGEEHAWW". Hair was now starting to get dense on her body, now covering her arms and legs. Alice suddenly became silent. She rested on her hands and knees with her head looking down at the ground. The silence continued for a couple of minutes until Sarah piped up. "Si-sis? Are you okay?" She looked down at Alice. She was now more donkey than human. She looked to Alice's ears sticking out from the top of her head and down to her face. She couldn't make it out with the way Alice had it angled towards the ground. Sarah attempted to stand up and move towards her sister. She took one step before Alice let out a loud bray. "HEEEEHAWWWW" Alice flung her head up into the air. Her face had elongated outwards into a slight muzzle. Her face had distorted so much that Sarah didn't even recognise her face anymore. Sarah fell back onto the bed in surprise. She covered her face with her hands, tears beginning to form. "Oh my god Alice! Your face!" Alice stared at Sarah with her now donkey eyes. Sarah opened her mouth to speak again before Alice let out a sound. "Sarahawwwwwwwwww." Hearing this noise, Sarah started to properly cry. "Sarahaww, don't crhawwwy. I'm fineeehaww." "B-b-but sis I don't want to be a donkey. It looks horrible. I know you are my sister but you look like some sort of freak. I can't do this." Sarah got up and tried to lunge for the door but Alice leapt forwards blocking her path. "I knowaaaw, thawwt this looks baawwwwd, bawwt it will baww over beforaww you knaww it." Sarah made her way back to the bed, dropping forward onto the duvet with her head in her hands and began to cry. "Sarawww?" Sarah didn't look up. She remained curled up into a ball on her bed, weeping to herself. "Sarawww?" Alice brayed again. She continued to look at Sarah waiting for a reply. Suddenly a little bump appeared in the back of Sarah's trousers. Sarah started to fidget slightly as she continued to cry. The bump started to grow bigger, now a few inches long. Alice with her enhanced hearing could start to hear the fabric of her trousers start to rip. Sarah was clearly beginning to realise something was up. She lifted her right hand from her face and moved it round to her ass. Feeling the bump, Sarah quickly jumped up. "OH GOD NO" she cried out. She repositioned herself onto her back, her ass up in the air with her legs bent back. "GOD, ANYTHING BUT A TAIL!" she squealed. Suddenly the bump tore out of her trousers and rapidly elongate. It was growing even longer than Alice's tail. "FUCK, I'VE A TAIL" she squealed. Her tail lengthened further and further until a little tuft of hair popped out on the end. Sarah reached her hand down feeling the root of her tail where it had torn from her trousers, all the way along its length. "Oh god no" Sarah began to cry again. "Saraawww" Alice brayed. Sarah looked up. "I haawwve to finisawwh changawwwing" Sarah continued to sob as Alice moved her hand back to her sex and began to massage it. This time Alice's change was in almost silence, apart from a few grunts and brays. Alice's tail lengthened out even further. Her thighs began to shorten rapidly and her knees rose up off the ground as she began to rest on her hind legs. "Eeeeehawwww" Alice brayed. Her face in a slight grimace. Her toes started to join together and harden into hooves. Just as her hind legs finished forming her back hunched rapidly locking her onto four legs. Alice's chest began to slowly barrel outwards, absorbing her breasts into her body and leaving her elongated nipples. Finally her arms began to lengthen as she grew to the size of a full donkey and her face began to lengthen out, completing her. "Sarawwwww, i love hawwwwwww, heeehawwww" she brayed as her face fully formed. Sarah had been watching the final stages of Alice's transformation through teary eyes. She looked down from the bed upon the donkey who was once her sister. The donkey looked at her and turned it's head slightly, braying at her. Sarah sat up on the bed, carefully positioning herself so not to sit on her tail and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Alice?" she asked the donkey. The donkey brayed in response. Sarah sat motionless for a few minutes, just staring at the donkey, until it brayed again, followed by another and another. Sarah stared at the donkey intently before starting to explore her body. She stuck her hands up her shirt, feeling over her body. She had been developing fur without even realising. Hair was sticking out between her breasts. She then quickly plunged her hands down her trousers, feeling the hair that had developed between her legs. Sarah quickly stood up. As soon as she was up straight, her knees bent suddenly without warning. "Woaaaahawww" she called out before quickly covering her mouth. "Fuck, I don't want this at all!" She whispered, covering her face. Sarah tried to stand up straight again but her legs were locked in a bent position. "Help me! Please! Help meeee!" She called out hoping someone would hear her. The donkey brayed at her like it understood her cries. Suddenly Sarah's shoes started to feel tight. "Oh god, this better not be what I think it is!" She cried out. Sarah closed her eyes and threw her head back so she couldn't see. Her feet began to lengthen inside her shoes, pushing hard against the front. Her shoes got tighter and tighter when suddenly both feet ripped out of the front of her shoes. Sarah began to stand on her tip toes as her feet lengthened. Finally her toes joined and became hooves. Sarah stood with her eyes closed for a few minutes longer before opening them and looking down. She saw herself standing on her new hooves. "Oh no" she whimpered. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh…" Without warning Sarah's knees bent even further. Sarah was having problems standing up straight. She heard a ripping sound as her trousers started to tear. She wobbled about for a few seconds before falling forward and landing on her hands. Sarah groaned loudly, "ohh fuck." She looked down at the ground and saw the fabric of her trousers lying on the ground. She turned her to the side to see herself side on in the mirror and gasped. She was now standing on four legs. Her thighs had shortened when her trousers had torn off and her calves had lengthened creating hind legs. All that was left on her bottom half was her underwear with her tail which was clutching tightly to her ass. While inspecting herself Sarah's ass suddenly to started to grow causing her underwear to rip slightly. "Oh no, not my tight ass, not my hot ass!!!" She cried out. Her ass grew slightly again, beginning to lose its definition. With another spurt of growth her ass broke out through her underwear, leaving her bottom half totally bare. "Nooooo!" Sarah cried out, breathing heavily. She turned around on four legs to let her ass face the mirror. "Look how BIG it is. Fuck." Sarah inspected her ass in the mirror. Watching her tail wagging above it. Her attention then came down to her sex which was tingling between her legs. "Oh shit" Sarah moaned. Her sex was still human and was beginning to change. Her labia started to thicken, wetness beginning to form. "Awwh yeah….wait WAIT what the fuck is wrong with me!? I don't want this?!" she squealed. Simultaneously her nipples began to lengthen inside her bra. "Oh fuck, I need these clothes off me!" Her body seemed to acknowledge this and her back started to hunch causing her shirt to rip down the centre. Her bra stubbornly clutched on. With another hunch and cry from Sarah her bra gave way and her breasts started to hang down. "Awwwh noooooooheehawwww" Sarah cried out. She kicked her legs back like a donkey, her breasts wobbling uncontrollably. Her sex fully transformed and Sarah came slightly. "NO, I DON'T WANT THIS PLEASURE!" She kicked her legs out, shattering the mirror on the wall. Alice brayed at her loudly, almost in annoyance. Sarah's breasts continued to wobble, her nipples elongating further. "Fuck, my nipples!" The pleasure of transforming started to cause Sarah to change faster. Fur started to cover her body in a dense coat. Her arms started to lengthen and become front legs, making Sarah become a proper quadruped. Her chest started to barrel out, absorbing her wobbling breasts. All that remained human was Sarah's head. "I don't want to be a donkeyhawwww! Heeeehawwww!" she brayed. Her ears shot up the side of her head and she threw her head back as her mouth started to press outwards. "Hawwww. Heeehaww." she brayed as her muzzle lengthened out further. Finally letting out a short burst of brays Sarah fully transformed into a donkey. As she finished she moved her head back down to see her sister looking at her. Alice brayed at her loudly in a friendly tone. Hearing this caused Sarah to respond back in a similar manner. The braying continued throughout the rest of the night until mid morning. As the sun appeared out in the sky, both Alice and Sarah began to convulse and bray rapidly. Both girl's tails shot out back into their asses and their fur coats started to drop off their body, leaving behind their normal body hair. Their ears started to shorten and their muzzles started to push back in returning their faces to normal. The proportions of their limbs started to change. Their arms and calves started to shorten whilst their thighs lengthened. They dropped from four legs onto their hands and knees. Their asses and sexes started to shrink and retighten. Their backs started to lose their hunch and their breasts started to redeveloped and hang down from their chests with shortened nipples. Finally their hooves started to break apart and return to hands and feet. The braying finally ceased returning their voices to normal. Both girls stood gasping on all fours. Alice looked over to her naked sister. "So was it REALLY that bad?" she asked. Sarah looked over at her. "Well you know, once you get it over with, it's okay actually!" Alice laughed. "So you won't cry next time then?" Alice jested. Sarah screwed up her face. "Next time, maybe I'll just try it with a guy!" She replied sticking her tongue. Alice laughed again. "Though let me just say right now, I have a splitting headache!" moaned Sarah placing her hand on her head. "Well let's both of us get off all fours and get some breakfast then." Alice laughed. Both girls got up, wrapped a sheet around themselves and went out into the common area for breakfast. OAF 2012.
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