Contains multiple tfs (inanimate and animate - enjoy!)

“Hmmhmmhmm…” Came the hum of a young-looking woman as she gazed into the light emitting from a crystal construct atop a dark, wooden desk. Candlelight caused shadows to dance wildly in contrast to the steady, ethereal glow of the crystal. “100 sets of eyes?” the woman murmured, bemused at the attention those playthings were garnering, “I’ll have to see about giving them something special…”

Tearing herself away from the crystal now, she strolled, features obscured by the dim lighting, flowing hair, and hat with far too large a brim to be able to retain its form the way it did, across the room toward another surface. She regarded each woven doll in turn, each made to fit an image of her design. Of course, there was the classic, but she worried it would be predictable. Then there was the sweet one, but it was far too much fun to torment that one. The sultry one, the serious one… no, no, these wouldn’t do to bear the role in the game she had planned. Then, at last, her eyes settled on the perfect target. Yes, yes, this one would do – familiar, yet unpredictable; expected, but unexpected all at once. She snatched the doll into her hand and turned towards the crystal.

“I do hope you enjoy the show… Darlings.”

Sophie liked things. She liked to have things, liked to buy things, liked to take things. She was unapologetically materialistic and made sure everyone around her knew it. Some would call her fake or two faced, usually people that were beneath her status in high school and were still bitter about it, but she would argue that she’s the most authentic person she knew. She did not shy away from what she wanted, and she did not care to change herself for the sake of anyone else, even if that meant she was the type to shut the locals out of their own pool, or trick and old foe into eating treats that blue her up into a giant blueberry. She considered these traits intrinsic to her being, and she was proud of the person she was.

This particular morning, Sophie was getting herself ready as she often did before a shopping trip. She styled her hair until her perfectly balanced locks framed her face perfectly, putting it up in a ponytail adorned with a bow. She spread foundation on her face to create a uniform canvas for which her mastery of makeup could shine, applying contour and eyeliner with practiced precision. Her outfit selection was massive, and yet she hardly missed a beat before selecting a cute ensemble that paired perfectly with her choice of makeup and hair accessory. By the time she was slipping on her heels and tucking her things away into her purse, she realized she was ahead of schedule. Her friends, or lackeys as someone like dirty Dani would call them, wouldn’t be here for another half hour at least. Sophie frowned, biting her lip a bit. It irked her to sit around wasting time – Others ought to wait on her, not the other way around.

She sat at her desk and opened her laptop, planning on perusing online stores, as was her want. After a few minutes of scrolling and adding to cart, something on the computer pinged. Sophie blinked – not seeing any notification or pop up. She shook her head and continued to shop until she heard the computer let out another sound. Frowning, she minimized the webpage she was on, searching for the source of the noise. It took her a few seconds to realize there was a new icon in her taskbar. It was extremely faint but looked like some kind of crystal. Clicking on it filled her room with an ethereal light, but Sophie found herself utterly mesmerized by what she saw. She stared into the screen as it seemed to swallow her, and she felt herself floating, then falling… deeper and deeper into the light.

Sophie did not know how long she had been looking into the light. She looked around herself to regain her composure. Her computer was off, her phone was lighting up with texts from her friends, and there was still daylight seeping through her curtains. Her body felt stiff as she groaned and moved to stand. Her limbs sighed in relief as she stretched before checking her phone. Her friends were waiting for her but hadn’t been for very long. That was good, she figured with a smile touching her lips, maybe she ought to keep them waiting a while longer. Her mind drifted back to the light, and what she’d seen, but she could scarcely remember. She only recalled the feeling, and a voice telling her to… to… She shook her head, she couldn’t remember. Hell of a virus, she thought.

One of the help her family hired to keep their sprawling home clean and to appear as rich and powerful as possible to those around them opened her door. The maid simply thought Sophie had left already and was planning on tidying up while she had the opportunity to. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal to see her still here – a simply apology and she’d move on to the next room, but this time was different, much to the poor maid’s detriment.

The sound ripped Sophie from her thoughts and startled her enough to let out a squeal. Frustrated by her own frightened display, she pointed to the maid, ready to chastise her for barging in, but words failed her. The reason for this likely had to do with the flash of light her finger emitted. It was the same color as the light that had taken her in before, and it struck the maid in the chest. Before either woman could utter much of a sound, the maid dropped her supplies and stood up rigidly straight. Her body began to stretch and widen like someone was using the transform tool on a photo editor. Indeed, she seemed less three dimensional now, her body flattening as she was stretched. She was unable to make a sound, but her face betrayed the discomfort of her situation, and while Sophie was shocked, she was not at all concerned for her wellbeing. Her staring was fascination, not worry. She watched as the maid’s features seemed to blend together, blurring to a single texture, her body one rectangular shape with no indication of limbs or facial features left to identify her. All at once, she fell in a heap on the floor, and Sophie lifted the red blanket that the maid had become. She was soft to the touch, and the exact blanket she had added to her cart earlier, even down to the brand on her tag. She smirked to herself and tossed her new blanket on the bed. She was no stranger to magic, though she’d never had any of that power herself before. She felt she deserved this ability much more than that filthy Owens girl did and treated it as finally getting her dues rather than anything extraordinary. She left to go join her friends outside, figuring she would leave the tidying up to the… well, the next maid her parents hired.

Outside her two best friends, Kylee and Abigail, were waiting in fashionable clothing, but nothing that tried to compete with Sophie for attention. They greeted her with squeals and praise for her makeup and clothing and hair as always, but Sophie’s mind was occupied with her newfound abilities. She hardly acknowledged Abigail talking about the new hottie working at the café in the mall, but at least that was fairly normal for the leader of this little clique.

They arrived at the mall and began their shopping spree in a clothing store, as was their tradition. Whatever had been distracting Sophie seemed to melt away as they began trying on various outfits and racking up quite the stack of clothing to buy. Sophie let her mind drift back to the maid-blanket again when she found an adorable dress she wished was in another color. It made her think of why the maid became a blanket in the first place. It was because she wanted a blanket like that right? It had to be – she refused to think that she didn’t understand her own miraculous and sudden powers.

Sophie called Abigail into the changing room and held the dress up to her, “Hold this and stand over there.” Abigail dutifully obeyed, even though she didn’t understand what the point of this was. Sophie stood back and looked at the dress, focusing on wanting it in another color. She wanted it. She really wanted it. She took a breath and snapped her finger at Abigail.

Abigail was short and cute. Her features were small and dainty, and her light brown hair draped over the front of her left shoulder in a braid. She dressed in skinny jeans and a shirt that just barely exposed her flat stomach. She was careful to erase any imperfections on her face but kept her makeup light and subtle otherwise and had been following Sophie around since high school. She stood by the wall of the changing room and waited for Sophie to say or do anything. She wasn’t expecting her to snap, and even more so she didn’t expect the feeling that currently jolted through her entire body.

She shivered. It felt as though invisible hands were caressing and kneading her all over, “Wh-wh-wha… what…?” she murmured, more confused than anything. She thought she heard a voice, but it was too distant to make out clearly. She dropped the dress, but not because she was so stunned. Her hands were simply incapable of holding anything anymore. They flopped uselessly at her wrists and lost all distinction as her fingers fused together into a flat looking flap that proceeded to open into a circular hole – like the end of a sleeve. Most importantly for Sophie, these former hands were the perfect color. Meanwhile, poor Abigail’s mouth had gone dry, and she panted for breath as if some immense pressure was squeezing the air from her lungs – preventing her from crying for help or even asking what was happening. Instead, she lifted her floppy fabric hands in disbelief, watching the color inch its way up her arm. She watched helplessly as her arm numbed and flopped as her skin changed to silky fabric. She cast a panicked glance to Sophie, only to be met with greedy eyes watching her like a satisfied customer. Her arms began to bunch up, shrinking and poofing up her shoulders to match the dress’ design.

Abigail let out a gasp as she fell, unaware that her legs had fused together to form the skirt of the dress beneath her, and some unseen force had been holding her up until now. Rather than fall with a thud, her now empty lower half fluttered as she drifted to the floor, and Abigail watched as the fabric continued its creeping up her waist.

“…re a dress…”

She could finally hear the voice. It was a soothing, sultry voice of someone whispering in her ear, telling her what she should do.

“You are a dress”

She should just lie back and not worry. Pretty things shouldn’t worry about anything.

“You are a dress”

She didn’t need her chest anymore, it looked better like this.

“You are a dress”

Its face began to fade away, thoughts began to vanish bit by bit from it as it sank away into an opening in what was once its neck.

“You are a dress.”

Sophie lifted the dress Abigail had become. It was exactly as she’d envisioned, and she happily added it to the other clothes she intended to buy and strolled out to pay for her new belongings. Kylee hurried along after her, rather confused as to where Abigail had gone, but she knew better than to speak before being spoken to by Sophie.

It wasn’t until they were stepping outside to deposit the clothes in the car that she piped up, “Should we wait for Abby?” she asked. Sophie shot her a look that should have told her to be quiet, but she pressed on, “C’mon Soph you know she’ll get all upset if we leave her behind.”

Sophie simply shut the car door and turned back towards the mall to continue with her favorite pastime, which of course only aggravated the normally subservient Kylee further.

“Sophie!”

This caused her to stop and turn. Never had Kylee raised her voice like that to her, and frankly, she was pretty sick of her whining. “You’re such an airhead, Kylee,” she said, snapping her fingers.

Immediately Kylee began to feel light-headed and bloated. Her cute tummy, already a smidge softer than her friends’ began to push out more and more, causing her shirt to begin riding up its surface. The sound was like that of squeaking rubber. Again, Sophie stared on in rapt fixation as her friend changed before her eyes.

Like Abby before her, Kylee could not speak out against this torment, but for the opposite reason. Rather than being squeezed out of breath, she had too much breath. But even if she could find the space to speak, her mouth stopped cooperating. She felt her lips stretch and twist, tying themselves into an unseemly knot that left her mute and groping at them uselessly. All the while her body continued to expand. Her skin was bright red, but not from the tension. Sophie approached to feel her belly’s surface to be sure, causing Kylee to stagger back in fear. She stumbled, but her fall was slow, and she bounced off her butt, which had been quietly blowing bigger and bigger behind her. A tear formed down the seam of her pants, which freed the girl from the painful pressure her pants had formerly been exerting on her, but also revealed how much her body had already changed. Her skin was rubbery and shiny from the belly down, and see-through. Nothing was inside of these parts but air, and Sophie grinned with an excitement that frightened Kylee above all else.

Now unimpeded, Kylee’s body inflated at an impressive pace. She was leaned back now, her butt now large enough to support such a position, and she got to get a good look as her belly swelled more and more. She pressed her hands into her belly, and they sank into it a good amount, eliciting a rubbery squeak! Panic began to grip the young woman when her hands refused to pull away from her swelling rubber belly, as though they were glued to it. Slowly but surely her air-filled body was absorbing her arms until they were nonexistent. Her legs fared no better, quickly fusing with her belly, which had consumed the poor girl’s body up to her neck now. She was a massive balloon with a human head, but even that wasn’t to last. Her head sank further and further into her body until the only remaining evidence of her prior face was her lips, twisted into a knot to keep the air in.

Sophie watched a bit longer but was a bit disappointed she didn’t float away – perhaps she hadn’t been specific enough that time. Ah well, a simple jab with something sharp and a resounding BANG! achieved the desired effect. This newfound mastery of her newfound powers gave her an idea. She and Dani were tied at one to one as far as she was concerned, and that was about to change, but first, she’d make sure her loser friends weren’t there to save her this time.

To someone like Sophie, Nova and Chloe didn’t register as much of a threat. As far as she was concerned, they were simpletons that aggravated her with their existence – so she wanted to give them more useful forms. Tracking down the promiscuous Nova was easy, and by luck or providence Chloe was with her, and Danielle was nowhere to be seen. This would be almost too easy.

The pair were talking and eating at their favorite lunch spot. Sophie watched them from a distance until Nova inevitably excused herself to use the bathroom, allowing Sophie a perfect opportunity to ambush the deviant.

Nova felt it before she saw it – a sudden pressure on her body that made her let out a soft but suggestive gasp. She whipped around and spotted Sophie with her prim and proper little smirk and her Barbie doll looking outfit. The pressure didn’t let up though, despite Sophie obviously not close enough to touch her. She opened her mouth to speak and was stunned when the sound that came out of her was more of a ding! It sounded like a text notification on a phone. She tried again, resulting in another ding! She tried to scream, only succeeded in performing a ringtone. Sophie was laughing now, but Nova couldn’t move her legs to shut her nasally snickers up. She felt the pressure increase steadily, beginning to crush her physically down. It felt like she was trapped in a quickly shrinking box.

Sophie watched as, similarly to her new blanket, Nova was being forced to take on a rather inhuman shape, but she was also being rapidly shrunk by the process. Her arms flattened at her sides, her head was squished against her chest, and her legs disappeared into her abdomen. She was a perfect rectangle now, and flattening quickly. The front of her body took on a dark, glassy shine, and she settled on the floor of the bathroom, motionless.

Nova’s world was dark. She could feel her body was cold and oddly shaped, and yet at the same time she felt as if she was living within her body, fully intact. The feeling was rather confusing, but she didn’t have too much time to dwell on that before she heard something. It was like a voice, but it shook her whole dark world while simultaneously sounding like a whisper inside her own head.

“You are a phone…”

What the hell did that me- DOWNLOADING NOVA/OS VER 1.0

“You are a phone…”

That wasn’t her voice, and neither was that other thought – downloading? What downlo- SYSTEM ERROR UNKNOWN DATA DETECTED

“You are a phone…”

This couldn’t be good, she had to get ou- UNKNOWN DATA DETECTED BEGINNING SYSTEM WIPE

“You are a phone…”

This isn’t right… DATA DELETION AT 30%

Please don’t… DATA DELETION AT 60%

Memories erased as fast as she could think them. She begged for help silently until…

DATA WIPE COMPLETE. REBOOTING

Sophie watched the phone light up with a logo for ‘NovaOS’ and began tapping away, setting things up on her new one-of-a-kind phone. The coolest feature of NovaOS was the AI assistant. So incredibly complex was this software that it could understand and execute nearly any command with little to no setup. Reading this, she had to try it.

“Okay Nova, take a selfie of me and post it to my twitter.” She commanded.

Nova’s mind was completely at the mercy of her programming, and it leveraged her understanding of human speech to open the camera app, snap a photo, and post it to twitter at the behest of her new owner.

Normally, Chloe wouldn’t have batted an eye about Nova taking so long in the bathroom, so she didn’t. She did, however, need to use the ladies’ room herself. She stood, smoothed out her dress, and strolled to the bathroom, bumping straight into Sophie who was playing on some new looking phone. She tried to duck past with a hurried apology, never wanting to confront Sophie in the way that Dani always had. She’d at least feel safer with Nova, who she assumed was inside.

“Hey, ditz,” Sophie said, following her inside and standing between her and the only door out.

“Oh, hey Sophie,” she greeted meekly, looking around for Nova.

“Looking for someone?” Sophie taunted, mulling over how to reveal Nova to her.

“Yeah, have you seen Nova?” She asked.

da-ding “IS THERE SOMETHING I CAN ASSIST WITH?” came Nova’s new voice playing out of the phone in response to hearing her name. She sounded almost human, but definitely synthetic.

“Tell Chloe what happened,” Sophie said, wondering if the phone could, honestly.

The phone chimed again, “USER Sophie TURNED FORMER USER Nova INTO A PHONE. FORMER USER Nova ‘S MIND WAS INCOMPATIBLE. IN ORDER TO INSTALL NOVA/OS A SYSTEM DATA WIPE WAS COMPLETED.”

Chloe marveled at the phone, but blinked, and after a few seconds she gasped, “Is that really Nova??” she cried out.

This wasn’t as entertaining as Sophie had hoped. This girl really wasn’t bright, and most of her taunts were going right over her head.  It was hard to think of what to do with such an underwhelming girl. She snapped her fingers - something to help with the stress of today ought to do.

Chloe’s transformation was fast and forceful. She squeaked in terror as an immense pressure squeezed her from all sides. Her body contorted, curling and folding over herself with unnatural flexibility, unseen hands rolling and kneading her like dough. Her arms and legs were squeezed and folded behind her and the force pressed her head into her chest until she was an ovalene ball with a face. Her body was smooth in contour and soft to the touch, but she wasn’t done. The crushing force squeezed her smaller and smaller until she was dropped into Sophie’s open palm. Disoriented and stuck, she tried calling out to her captor, receiving only a good squeeze in reply.

Sophie squeezed the ball a few times - it was a nice enough stress toy now. She could still hear that annoying voice though. Luckily, her body was still slightly malleable, and a pinch here and a smear there was all it took to thoroughly erase Chloe’s mouth. Sophie squeezed it a few more times before stashing it and her new phone away in her purse. There was one more person left to deal with before she could take care of Danielle.

Roxanne Owens was a powerful enough witch, but she wasn’t nearly as trigger happy as her younger sister. Sophie knew all she had to do was strike first. It took some doing to figure out where she’d gone, and avoid Danielle along the way. To her surprise for the businesswoman, she was at the pool. She was talking with some random girl she hadn't met before. The girl was tan, brown hair, and totally unfamiliar. It didn’t matter to Sophie there - she’d just be collateral damage as far as she was concerned.

Alexis took in a breath for the first time since turning herself into a pooltoy, “Thank you Ms. Owens…” she sighed, embarrassed about her predicament.

“It’s fine,” Roxanne replied, “It would have been bad for me if I’d have grabbed you without realizing.”

Sophie made her move to approach the pair while they were talking, “Well well, if it isn’t dirty Dani’s big sister and her tubby friend,” she said, unable to stop herself from berating those she was about to annihilate with her new powers. The high she got from knowing they were doomed was intoxicating.

Roxy rolled her eyes. This girl again, “Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” she asked, standing and starting to approach, but with a snap of Sophie’s fingers she stopped dead in her tracks. Alexis could feel a power radiating around Sophie, but it didn’t feel like any magic she’d experienced before. She quickly readied her mother’s reflective charm just in case.

While Roxanne struggled to move, Sophie smiled and paced a bit, “What to do, what to do… with the most annoying obstacle in my way to take care of Dani…” She laughed when Roxanne’s confusion changed to a scowl, enraged that Sophie would threaten her baby sister, only to remain rooted to the spot. Sophie pulled out her new phone, “Okay Nova, give me suggestions for what to turn Roxanne into,” she said.

ding! “POPULAR CHOICES INCLUDE DONKEY, FOOD, FURNITURE, DOG, OR COW”

“Perfect! You always were such a stupid cow, Roxanne.” she said with a wicked smile and a snap of her fingers.

Being magically attuned made the experience much different for Roxanne than for someone like Nova or Abigail. She witnessed energy swirl around her, originating not from Sophie, but from some place beyond space to encircle her. Hands gripped and pulled at her, and the sultry voice was crystal clear.

“Roxanne Owens… Do not resist your fate. It has been decided. You are a cow.”

The power pulsed through her, causing her to let out a gasp as though she were punched in the gut. Her entire body began to heat up as her hands ached and cramped, forcing themselves into hardening balled fists. Attempts to counter this with her own magic failed, as she felt the voice sapping her strength with each try.

“Foolish Roxanne… You cannot alter your fate. You are a cow.”

Sophie enjoyed this particular transformation the most so far. Watching someone as powerful as Roxanne Owens feebly struggle against her commands was euphoric. “Cows have fur, humans have hair, so which do you have, Roxy?” she taunted, snapping her fingers again.

“Say it Roxanne… You are a cow. Cows have fur. You have fur.”

As the voice continued its overwhelming whispers she could feel something itching beneath her skin. She knew what it was of course, but she couldn’t give Sophie or the voice the satisfaction. She grit her teeth and said, “Fuuuuuuur-” No! She didn’t say that! She’d drawn the vowel out in a human approximation of a moo. As soon as she did she felt the fur burst forth from her pores, racing up and down her body until she was nearly covered from head to toe.

“Cows walk on all four hooves and have big floppy cow ears too. Just like you, right Roxanne?” Sophie continued, snapping her fingers again.

“You have hooves. You are a cow. Drop to all fours and let your hooves carry you.”

Involuntarily, Roxy fell forwards, losing her balance due to her feet being crushed into hard bovine hooves. The sound of her hands hitting the ground confirmed for her that they too had finished becoming hooves. “Nooooooo,” she half mooed, half cried as she felt hands grip and pull on her ears, stretching them out and moving them to their place. She shook her head and felt them flop around.

“And a great big udder too,” Sophie ordered.

“Feel your udder grow. You are a cow. You provide milk. Milk from your udders.”

“NOOOO!” She let out a cry as her breasts sank into her chest. She could feel the mass they had once been begin to shift and move inside her, migrating down and beginning to bulge out again. This time, it swelled as one mass with four protrusions. The feeling wouldn’t have been so bad in a vacuum if not for the continuous sloshing of milk she could feel. The udders were filling more and more and the pressure was unbearable, “Please Sooooophie, you have to Stooooooop,” she pleaded with her tormentor.

“Cows cannot speak.” snap

“MOOOOO! Mooooooo mooooo!” she bellowed as her voice was stolen from her. She could hardly hear Sophie or the voice above her own cries and panic as she realized there was no hope of rescue. The hands pulled her widening face out into a proper cow muzzle, rearranging her teeth to better suit the life of an herbivore. Her body swelled and bulked up bigger and bigger, shredding her clothes to tatters and giving her a more proper cow shape. Finally, her tail bone was yanked into a tail that swished unconsciously around her new haunches. “Mooooo!” Where Roxanne had been, only a cow remained, mooing and pleading to be milked.

Alexis was frozen in fear, realizing it was her turn. The witch that had freed her from her own inanimation spell was just turned into a dimwitted cow before her eyes without so much as a chance to fight back. Would her mother’s charm be enough to stop this kind of power?

“I’d ask for more suggestions from my phone, but lets keep the barnyard theme going. You’ve already got a potbelly, so I know just the thing for you, piggy!” she cackled, snapping her fingers one more time.

“Alexis. Remove your charm.”

The voice was commanding and all encompassing. Her hands had removed and cast aside her protective charm before she could even process what was being said to her. As soon as it was gone a powerful magical energy forced its way into her mouth. “MMMgllfff!” she gagged, feeling it pour into her like a flood. She felt her body gaining mass rapidly, fat rolls folding over one another as her shirt tightened more and more. Her arms thickened with chub and her butt swelled beneath her. The hands that had so callously changed Roxanne pushed her nose up, squashing it against her face as her cheeks filled up. Her new snout inched forwards as she felt her neck thicken. Her chin became double, then triple, then seemed uniform with her fattening body. Her arms and legs shortened, sinking into her rotund body with her hands and feet fusing into hooves. Whatever chance she might have had at fighting back was gone, if she had any to begin with.

“You are a pig.”

The voice returned as the energy finally let up. She opened her mouth to speak, to cast a spell, to cry for help, anything! But, to her horror, the only noise she let out was a high pitched squealing of a swine. She snorted and struggled to get up to all fours. She looked up to the large cow beside her, who mindlessly chewed and let out a soft “Mooooo”

Sophie smiled, satisfied with Alexis and Roxanne’s makeovers, “Nova, send a message to my parents that I would like the cow and pig here to be taken to our home and tended to.” She ordered

ding! “MESSAGE SENT. FARMHANDS WILL ARRIVE IN 10 MINUTES TO RETRIEVE THE COW AND PIG”

Sophie gave her stress ball a squeeze and left the pig squealing as her mind began to conform to her new body, soon to join the cow as just another dimwitted animal. The stage was set, all obstacles were out of the way. It was time to go home and get ready for her final victim. It was time for Sophie and Danielle to finally settle the score…