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“Miss Roberts, is something funny?”  

Shauna stifled her snicker and looked up from her desk, having not paid much attention in her community college humanities class.  Instead of reading the required material, she chose to gawk at the girl sitting in front of her.

“No, sorry.  Just remembered a joke I heard the other day,” she respponded with a shrug.

“Well, if you continue to find my class boring, you’re free to leave.  Stay focused, Miss Roberts,” the professor said with a shake of his head before going back to the lecture with students following along in their books.

While many grew up after high school, Shauna found herself constantly pursuing juvenile, mean-spirited pursuits for her own amusement.  Case in point, Beth, the overweight girl sitting in front of her.  She had known Beth in high school, and at the time, she had been much thinner.  They didn’t particularly get along, with petty jealousy over boys and loosely-defined definitions of popularity caused Shauna to start more than one fight with the other young woman.

After starting college after the summer, Shauna was delighted to find Beth had put on a sizable amount of weight.  Muffin top spilled over the waistband of her jeans, with her ill-fitted top doing nothing to help.  ‘Looks like she hadn’t taken the best care of that precious blond hair of hers, either,” she mused with a smirk.

Later on, Shauna went to the campus cafeteria and met up with a couple off her old friends.  “Oh my god.  Have you seen Beth?”  She gawked.

“Oh my gawwwd, I know, I know…  She’s become such a whale,” another girl, TIffany, exclaimed.

“Talk about peaking in highschool,” Sandra, the last of the group snorted.

The three shared a laugh when Shauna noticed Beth sitting alone in the corner.  She was engrossed in her phone with earbuds in and likely hadn’t noticed that the other girls were here.

“A whale, you said?”  Shauna smirked, crossing her arms as she judgingly eyed the food in front of Beth.  “Fast food and fries?  A pig is more apt, I’d say,” she laughed.

“You’re right! Why didn’t I see it?”  Tiffany exclaimed dramatically, placing a hand to her cheek.

Shauna couldn’t control herself; she walked forward, staring down Beth like a predator would her prey.  “Hey, there!  Can you hear me?  Hello???”  Shauna demanded, leaning over as she waved a hand in front of Beth’s face.

Beth looked up, her face turning pale.  It was bad enough sharing a class with her; why did she have to deal with her here as well?  “I’m busy-- I’m not interested in talking,” she said quietly, her words lacking confidence.

Shauna cocked her head and raised an eyebrow “You’re more interested in eating, right.  It looks like that’s about all you’re interested in any more.”

Beth trembled, looking down at her food and then up at the waking nightmare standing before her.  When the other girls approached from behind Shauna, tears welled in her eyes.  She knew exactly where this was going.

The next few days for Shauna started normal enough.  She just got done drinking with some friends and was heading back to the admittedly dingy apartment her parents paid for when-- something happened.  She thought she remembered seeing someone while taking a shortcut home, and then everything else was a complete blur.

The next morning, she groaned in exhaustion as she rolled over in bed and sat up.  “Ugh…  Did I drink too much?”  Beyond the throbbing headache, something else felt off.  She wiped sweat from her brow and glacned at her bare thighs. Was she seeing things, or were they less toned than they should be?  Frowning, she grabbed her skin and pulled, feeling more squish than she would have liked.  “M-- Maybe I’ll go on a diet,” she winced as she stood and headed toward her bathroom.  Her steps felt heavy, and she felt her body uncomfortably wobble.

“What?” Panic setting in, she moved more quickly, throwin open her bathroom door and presenting her naked body to the full-length mirror within.  After flipping the light on, she stared in horror.  “W-- What?”  she stammered again, shakily reaching out to touch the mirror.  The girl reflected looked a solid twenty pounds heavier than Shauna had been the previous day; maybe more.  On top of that, her skin looked redder-- or pinker, than usual.  “No…  No, I have to be seeing things,” she muttered, touching her cheek and then her nose, which was plump and slightly upturned.  What would her friends say if they saw her like this?  

“Mmmgh…”  She groaned as her insides churned, more sticky perspiration seeping through her pores.  This had to be a nightmare. The changes went far beyond what should be possible within the course of a single night. ‘An allergic reaction? My birth control?? I-- I will talk to a doctor,’ she reasoned in denial, resolving to avoid anny and all attention.

A couple of days later, Shauna woke up and fell into a state of hysteria upon realizing just how quickly her condition had devolved.  She had skipped classes, knowing she could just make them up, and had a doctor’s appointment scheduled two days from now.

She ripped the blanket away and was faced with saggy breasts and an obviously obese frame.  Raising her hands, she found her arms shortened, with stubby baby-like fingers that lacked any meaningful dexterity.  “N-- Neuu…”  She slurred, her tongue flopping awkwardly in her mouth.

She staggered to her feet and stumbled forward, nearly crashing into her laundry hamper.  She found standing difficult and could hardly coordinate herself enough to shamble iinto the bathroom to see exactly how much changed.

Reflected back at Shauna was something wholly grotesque.  Her nose had completely flattened, her face pushed forward strangely while her ears stretched and sat a few inches higher on her head.  She was noticeably shorter, but also much rounder, with a fat tummy, and thick, stocky legs that shakily held up her rotund mass with  shrunken, insufficient feet.

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“N-- No…  What-- what the fuck…”  She shook her head in denial, tears rimming her eyes.  Her sagging breasts had shrunk, now lying withered against her upper torso while a series of swollen pink bumps ran down her tummy in parallel.

Entirely frozen in fear and dismay, all she could do was gawk at the disgusting being who had invaded her humble home. ‘This-- this is a nightmare…  A bad dream…  This can’t be-- this can’t be real…  I don’t deserve this…’ She staggered a couple of steps back and bumped against the wall, only to let out a slight yelp as a jolt of pain shot through her lower back.

In a state of deeper confusion, she nearly leapt from the wall and struggled to slip a stubby arm toward her backside.  To her deepening horror, she found a small, curly tail protruding; a sensitive new appendage she  had accidentally bumped against the bathroom wall.

Her legs quivered, nearly buckling as her nethers writhed and ached with a feeling of profound emptiness.  “Mmmm-- erggh…”  She trembled as her pseudo-teats suddenly convulsed, sending electric shocks through her torso.  Her bloated, pink form was excessively sensitive and feelings of arousa managed to peek through the haze of existential dread.  Vague fantasies of her pussy getting pressed apart assailed her conscious mind.

Wouldn’t it be nice to let go?  To rid herself of her usual worries and life stressors?  A life where she could laze about and spend her days eating or breeding as she desired?  She suddenly blinked, a bewildered look on her face.  Something terrible was happening to her; why think of such trite matters at a time like this?  She put her pudgy hands over her face and sniffed, trembling while tears fell from her face. ‘Why-- why is this happening?’ 

The thing in the mirror resembled something Shauna didn’t want to admit-- no, she couldn’t admit.  A porcine frame with a flat, upturned nose and two rows of budding teats.  With that curly tail sticking out from behind, there was only one potential reality for her.

“I-- I can’t…”  She shook her head in complete denial. “I-- I c-- cahn’t-- squeeh!” A shrill, bestial cry involuntarily escaped her lips, leaving no shred of dignity intact.  “I’m noht…  A-- a fuhkin’ pig!”  She screamed and snarled.  Staggering forward, she turned and spilled from the bathroom and managed to make it to her bed before collapsing with two words painfully burned into her brain.

‘Livestock Syndrome.’

Two little words that made any and all humans cry with despair; a condition that spelled the end of their humanity and ability to leave a happy, human life.

“E-- eggghhh…”  She moaned, sliding a pudgy hand to one of her forming lower teats, instinctively and desperately trying to relieve the mounting pressure.  Arousal and lust had always been desires she eagerly submitted to, but the impetus for her actions had greatly changed.  Her self control waned and she inevitably pinched her teat and squeezed, rubbing her finger and thumb in slow motions.  “S-- sschqueee!” She wailed as her face cracked and creamy fluid seeped from the hardened pink point she continuously stroked and pulled on.

‘No-- I-- I’m not… I have to stop…’ She internally pleaded, but didn’t have the willpower to follow through.  She stroked and kneaded her rows of writhing teats, basking in the waves of ecstasy pulsing through her swollen form.  Her pussy burned with pure, unfettered desire.  “Sq-- squeeeh!” The noises wouldn’t cease no matter how hard she tried to reject the urges.

When she attempted to reach between her legs to relieve the ever-growing tension in her steamy, wet sex, she only got as far as her waist.  “W-- Whath???”  She stammered before straining harder to reach.  Unfortunately for Shauna, her limbs had become too fat and short to reach.

“Squeeeeehh!” She moaned through multiple layers of total despair.  The only rational thought that stained her mind were two simple words that would likely haunt her until she was six feet under.

‘Livestock Syndrome’.

Jeanie took a deep breath as she ascended the stairs behind Shelly and Anton, clenching and unclenching her hands with each step.  The elevator was out or order, so that meant surprise cardio for the trio. ‘You got this…  You’re golden, Jeanie,’ she told herself, attempting to psych herself up for the investigation at hand.  She had just learned of an apparent biological attack on the country-- weaponized Livestock Syndrome.  Now, she was likely one of only a select few who knew such a tragedy had unfolded.

“Relax,” Shelly said gently, looking back to Jeanie with a gentle smile.  “You’ll be fine.  Remember what we told you.  Shauna Roberts is a twenty-one year old community college student who lives alone in an apartment paid for by her parents.  After last being seen in public walking home from the bar, she hasn’t been seen in a number or days.  Reports have come in that human sobs and animalistic squeals have been heard coming from her apartment.”  Shelly gave Jeanie another rundown to make sure she had the important facts at the front of her mind.  “Our risk is low; watch, learn, and speak up if you feel that your unique skills and background can contribute in any way.  However, this is mainly job shadowing for you, okay?”

Jeanie listened to every word and nodded her head, her uncertain look hardening into a visage of determination.  “You’re right!  I will be fine-- I know the situation.  I am confident,” she promised.

Anton looked back from the front after reaching the fifth floor.  “You’re completely right.  You’ll do just fine, now follow close.”

The three walked down the dingy hall, noticing stains and partially working fluorescent lighting humming overhead.  Jeanie scowled, completely unamused by how uncaring the landlord must have been.

In under a minute, they reached the end of the hall and Anton stood before a door with scuffed, dark green paint.  Right above the archway hug rusty metal numbers denoting ‘03’.

Anton looked back to the women behind him.  “We’ll start by trying to keep things civil,” he said matter-of-factly before facing forward and rapping on the door three times with his fist.  “FBI!  Are you home, Miss Roberts?  You’re not in any trouble; we’d just like to ask you a few questions about happenings in the area!”  He called before crossing his arms and waiting for a response.

The group waited in silence while Jeanie nervously shifted her weight to another foot and gripped her sleeve.  ‘Is anyone there?’ There hadn’t been any response after a couple of minutes.

When Jeanie was about to speak, Annton raised his hand.  “Shhh…  Listen.  Do you hear it?”  He asked, primarily focusing his attention on Jeanie.

Jeanie tilted her head in confusion before determining it would be wise to listen carefully.  She slowly crept closer to the door and leaned in close, starting to hear low sounds on the other side of the wall.

“U-- ughh…  U-- S-- Squeeehh…’

CHAPTER END

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