Maria huffed as she jogged through the park, panting gently. It was beautiful days like this that she so dearly enjoyed a relaxing run, something that could take her mind off of the worries of the world.

There was barely anyone around, and she let her feet follow the well-worn path. It had been five years since she moved here, five very good years of losing weight and improving herself for her darling fiancé. Honestly, some days she could let it all go, and

Her shoulder thudded against a woman, and she fell to the ground, surprised. It wasn’t like her to zone out like that, the late days at the office must have caught up with her… “Hey, are you okay?” She leaned towards the brunette, offering her a hand. “I’m sorry, I’m such an airhead.”

The woman was pretty, and dressed in an elegant business suit. Maria felt more than a pang of guilt, and she helped the woman get up. “I’m really sorry, I’ll pay for that.” She said, noticing a small rip on the woman’s dress.

“You will.” The woman’s eyes flashed, a scowl clear on her face. “Airhead… I like that.”

Maria opened her mouth to ask what the woman meant, only to scream as her body began to inflate. It was sudden, it was sharp, and it was jarring. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. Her skin stretched tight, tearing her clothes from her and letting her see how inhumanly bloated she was.

Worse, the shade of her skin was changing. It was darkening from a gentle tan to a deep crimson. Her body creaked as it shifted in tone, not unlike a latex balloon being filled. “Oh my God WHAT’S HAPPENING?” She screamed, the eyes in the park turning towards her.

The brunette smiled to her. “You’re becoming a balloon, dear. It’s not in my business to change just anyone, but you’ve bothered me. So, if they ask in the next life… Tell them Sarah sent you.”

 

Sarah Meets The Woman

 

Sarah watched the woman-turned balloon drift skyward, and the witch cast a protective bubble around the park. It was strong magic, but nothing out of the ordinary for her. Although… She looked up as the shield formed, watching as it intercepted the little red balloon, popping it with a loud snap.

“Whoops.” She muttered to herself, shaking her head. “Well, looks like she’ll get to use my advice sooner rather than later.”

A loud bang echoed through the park, and Sarah felt a sharp pain in her back. That was unusual, it had been a while since she’d been shot. She healed the wound almost instantly, turning with a scowl to find a pretty blonde holding a gun in one hand and a badge in the other.

“Police! Stop… Whatever it is you’re doing, I don’t knurlp!” She burped, her hand flitting to her face as a thick, gooey substance dripped from it. It was like clear mucus, and the girl gagged on it, clearly distressed.

“Well, that wasn’t me…” Sarah muttered, flinching as two more shots thudded into her body. They healed just as quickly as the first, and she arched an eyebrow. “And you! Was that supposed to do something?”

The blonde couldn’t respond if she wanted to, choking as the thick, viscous liquid poured from her every orifice. Her gun fell from her hands as it enveloped them, and she began to look distinctly yellow. The woman started to shrink, her clothes turning a snowy shade of white and beginning to grow around herself.

“An egg… Interesting, can’t say I would have thought about that.” Sarah muttered, smiling. “Though it is something of a shame. I normally like to learn a little bit about my victims before they… Well.” She walked up to the cop, watching as the woman’s pleading, yolky eyes were swallowed by her growing shell.

“And I wouldn’t have thought of a balloon!” A female voice called. Sarah turned to find a white-haired woman clad in a brilliant red dress. “Nor… This.” The new speaker gestured around herself, to the bubble.

“Well, I can show you more than a few things you haven’t thought of.” Sarah was wary, but interested. Most magic users she’d met had a tendency to proclaim her as some sort of ultimate evil. This… This could be fun.

The witch snapped out her hand, and a cry came from across the park. Slowly, a man walked from the treeline, his own gun falling from his hand. Sarah looked to him with interest, applying a gentle touch of influence to read the man.

“Well, Harold… It seems that you’re not as brave as you’d wanted to be. You saw a woman become a balloon, and you sought cover. And you saw your partner become an egg and you hid.” Sarah grinned, shaking her head. “Such a shame, such a shame… What would your mother think about you?”

“Please, don’t do this.” The man struggled against the invisible bonds. “I’ll do anything. You’re the reason for those disappearances, right? I’m a detective, I can clear you of suspicion.” Fear was clear in his eyes, and it sickened Sarah to her core.

“But Harold… If I did that, how could I show my new friend just how original I can be?” Sarah smiled, watching as the man shuddered, her magic washing over him like an irrefutable wave.

The woman in the red dress watched as the cop’s face softened, his body filling out to feminine proportions. “You know, I’ve changed men to women before… I can’t say that I’m so impressed.”

“You’ll see.” Sarah smiled, flicking a hand towards the newly-made woman. She stiffened with a cry, her clothes vanishing to reveal she was quite the buxom figure, a figure that was beginning to flatten itself out. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you… Who are you?”

“The Woman.” She said, a small smile on her face as she watched the panic in the victim’s eyes glaze over.

“Is there a last name to that?” Sarah asked, noting that in her head. “Or is it one of those deals like Madonna, or Prince, when you keep just the title?”

“There isn’t, and it’s not. Now that I’ve explained myself, you explain yourself. You are?” The Woman’s smile widened, and she looked to the former man. The woman’s figure had flattened out to a 2D shape, just a still image. She was a pinup now, the kind of lewd poster that a teenager would pin to their wall before engaging in ‘private’ activity.

“Sarah.”

“There a last name to that? Or… One of those title things?” The Woman scooped up the photo, slipping it into her blouse for later.

“No, and no.” Sarah smiled. That was good to note. She was clever, private, and a collector. Those things were signs of a good acquaintance; perhaps even a friend. Clever enough to be a good sparring partner, private enough to keep her identity a secret, and fond enough to let good memories still her hand instead of betraying her.

“So, now that we’ve met… What, you take me out to drinks?” The Woman joked. “Or do you have something in mind?”

“Just because I’m wearing the suit doesn’t mean I’m paying, honey.” Sarah nodded towards a faint shimmer. “No, I’m more interested in changing the last people in this park. Show me what you can do, hm?”

“Last people?” The Woman looked around, evidently not seeing it.

Another important thing to note. Sarah could sense that she was powerful, abominably so. But there was a lack of subtlety to be had, something Sarah could work with. “Never preyed on the truly magical before? Allow me.”

The brunette snapped her fingers and the illusory veil shattered, revealing three individuals: two men and a woman. The men looked alike enough to be brothers, which meant the woman was… a friend? An acquaintance? Something more? Sarah couldn’t wait to find out.

“Don’t you dare change Danica!” One of the men called. He was the more masculine of the two, with a thin beard and flashing eyes.

Sarah would enjoy this. She opened her mind, taking in more than her world to get a better feeling for what was to come.

Frank, that was his name. He had trained at Ashcroft University, along with his brother Matthias. After that, he’d settled down with a mundane girl of all people, the reason why he and his brother hadn’t been able to flee.

Teleporting magical folk through a barrier was easy, but mundanes… They tended to get scrambled. Sarah grinned, waving towards them. “Take your pick, and I’ll have the leftovers.”

“You can’t do this!” Matthias called, raising a counterspell. That was interesting. He was stronger than his brother, far better than him.

And The Woman could sense it too. Sarah recoiled briefly as she made contact with her mind. It was cold, calculating, and far more aware than Sarah had given her credit for. Sarah had needed to use magic to get a read on the three; The Woman had done so just from looking at her.

Sarah let her consciousness slip from The Woman to focus on their new victims instead. They were afraid, and angry. The latter would pass, the former would remain for the rest of their lives. However long that would be.

“Can’t do what? I’m here to give you something you haven’t had much of in your life: pleasure.” The Woman clenched one hand into a fist, and Eileen and Frank froze. Their eyes twitched, wide and fearful, but they could do little but breathe and stare.

“Pleasure?” Matthias blinked in surprise. Then The Woman’s magic surged, and he launched his counterattack. It was a good one, but against the seemingly-limitless power of his aggressor… It was like spitting in the face of a hurricane.

His body began to grow, and his hands moved of a will not their own. Panicked, he stripped himself to find that his slender frame was gaining bulk, and gaining it rapidly. The man’s eyes widened as he watched himself growing, becoming thickly muscular.

“What are you doing to me?” He tried to fight it, but was as helpless as a kitten. His body cracked and popped, and he groaned as everything got so much larger. Everything.

“My word, he is a healthy one.” Sarah muttered, looking between the man’s legs. His cock was already a full foot long, and still growing. She looked to The Woman curiously, smiling. “I take it you have a plan for him?”

“I do. And for his sister.” The silver-haired woman nodded towards Frank, who shuddered as his body was freed of her influence. Magical flames lit in his hands as he tried to attack her, only for them to course over his clothes, burning them from him along with his body hair.

Then the balls of fire centered around his cock, and he screamed. He’d never been changed before, which left him singularly unprepared for this brutal transformation. His cock was forcibly pushed back inside his groin, and his balls followed suit.

Sarah knew what was happening, Matthias knew what was happening, hell even Eileen probably knew what was happening. But it seemed that Frank was completely out of the loop, too panicked to comprehend what was happening to him-to her.

“Oh my God!” She screamed, her voice losing its masculine timber and gaining a distinct feminine softness. Softness: that was a good word for what was becoming of her. Her frame was getting gentler, supple and lithe.

Notably, breasts were swelling from her chest, full and fat. She cupped them in shock, looking to The Woman. “Y-you can’t do this to me! I’m not some kind of girl!”

“Ah, and she can put two and two together.” The Woman cooed mockingly, motioning towards the pair. She was as female as he was male, the two of them sharing near-Olympian statures. “And you’re not a girl, you’re a woman no, sweetie… Well, you’ll be made a woman soon enough.”

Matthias grabbed his sister’s shoulders roughly, eyes wide and pleading as his cock throbbed, growing painfully erect. He wasn’t abstinent; he’d had some sex-though not much, admittedly. That said, he’d never had an erection like this. It didn’t just ache to be used, it demanded to be.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry!” He groaned, his voice low and rough. His large hands moved to his sister’s hips, and her eyes widened. In that moment, a look of understanding passed between the two of them. Each of them knew what was about to happen, and Sarah could feel their fear, their humiliation.

Then he entered her, hard, and for a moment their every emotion was replaced with ecstasy. It was carnal and fierce, a passionate bliss that overwhelmed her link with them briefly. Matthias’s cock stretched Frank’s new cunt tightly, and the newly made woman moaned lewdly.

“Isn’t it nice when siblings get along?” The Woman laughed, watching as the two’s cheeks burned.

“N-no, I don’t want to do th-this!! Fuck!” Matthias grunted, his hips thrusting hard. Much as he wanted to deny it, there was a distinct and immediate pleasure that came from fucking the woman that was his brother. She was incredibly beautiful, more than anyone he’d had before-and his new cock felt so good inside her.

And while Frank felt the same pleasure within herself, hers was in stark contrast to his. Her body burned with embarrassment, from being violated like this. Worse, it hurt. Her virgin sex wasn’t meant for such a thick cock, not like this. Though she gushed over his length, it was too much, she couldn’t bear it. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she whimpered. “Stop, please, not this!”

“Not like this?” The Woman purred, and Matthias pulled his thick girth out from her. For a moment, the two siblings were frozen, gasping with relief-and, in Matthias’s immensely humiliated case, disappointment. “Then perhaps we should change things a bit, you’re right.”

Her voice was velvety soft, and a chill ran along even Sarah’s spine. This silver-haired woman in the red dress… She was magnificent.

The witch watched, captivated by the sight as Matthias grabbed his sister by her thighs, lifting her from the ground, then slamming his hard cock into her asshole. That time she screamed, her pupils dilating with horror as she kicked her legs feebly.

It was useless to try and free herself, his strong grip like steel. “No, FfUUUCK it hurts! My ass!!! Eileen, don’t look!” Tears streaked down her face as she sobbed, and her brother groaned.

“N-no! I don’t want to do this, I’m sorry, I can’t control myself!” He choked, groaning a second later. “Fuck me you’re so hot though!” He moaned, pounding her asshole. His large ass brushed against his thighs and he stiffened further, something he didn’t think was even possible. “Shit, I’m so hard!”

“Oh? Feeling a bit stiff?” The Woman chuckled maliciously. “You have no idea how right you are.”

There was a hard, crackling sound that resonated through the air. Sarah watched, curious, as a large marble basin rose from the ground around the two. It grew up to Matthias’s ankles, then a strange grinding flooded the air.

Sarah saw it first, looking at the two as closely as she was. Matthias’s feet were turning a gray the same shade as marble, almost in time with water beginning to fill the stone basin. “Oh, now this is going to be something…” She chuckled with a grin.

“What is? Fuck, why do I feel so weird…” He groaned, the gray creeping up to his knees. His body cracked and popped as it solidified, and he moaned, lifting his sister’s legs a little higher so his cock could bury deeper within her.

While Matthias might have been unable to look down, Frank wasn’t as constricted. She turned her gaze towards the basin, whimpering as she watched her brother begin to turn to stone. “Oh God, Matthias! This can’t be happening, you’re becoming-nnAH!” She whimpered as he hilted himself within her once more.

She could feel him becoming stone within herself, his length becoming rough, carved and abominably hard. The warmth of his flesh, the only solace she had, was rapidly fading, becoming cold and inhuman. “N-NO! You’re hurting me!” She whimpered.

“Well, now that we’re getting you to a good pose, let’s get to my favorite part.” The Woman smiled, watching the two change. The rumbling beneath the two of them increased, and something started to flow into Matthias.

“Wgh-wait, something’s wrong…” The man groaned, his eyes narrowing. “Ngh…”

A pressure was building within his bladder, growing more and more intense with every passing second. Water was flowing up his stone body, starting from his feet and pooling inside him. It was painful, starting unpleasant and building until it was agonizing.

“Oh God, there’s so much pressure!” He shouted, his dick aching as though it was ready to burst. The fact that he could no longer move from the hips down was only worsening this pain, trapping him in a distressing state of near-climax. “It’s like I’m going to cum, but… Fuck!”

“Well, you are buttfucking.” Sarah chuckled, realizing where the woman was going. She was planning to make the man into a fountain, and likely his sister would join him. Yes, she could see the woman’s feet were already beginning to stiffen… though Sarah didn’t quite like the look on her face, the motion of her arms. “Although…”

“Although?” The Woman smiled, duly ignoring the man’s protests as the stone began to creep up to his neck.

Sarah grinned, twitching her fingers and moving Frank’s arms. She brought one of the woman’s hands to her sex, then moved the other to her large breasts. She looked like she was pleasuring herself while being anally violated by a veritable god.

“There, see? We need a little bit of style.” Sarah grinned as Frank panicked.

“N-no, I look so lewd now! Oh God, and… I’m turning to stone, too!” Frank screamed, her own body stiffening, sealing her in the pose. She was becoming cold now, so cold. It hurt, more than anything she’d imagined in her life. Little did she know, her torment was only beginning.

The stone creeped up to her neck and stopped, just as it had with her brother, and The Woman smirked. “There, now isn’t that better? No need to breathe, forever in such a beautiful form…” She chuckled lowly, a purr emanating from her throat.

Then she clicked her fingers, and Matthias screamed. “Oh my God!” The pressure within him released in a torrent, water blasting from his dick. The feeling of relief was incredible, even though it wasn’t to last. As soon as the water left his body, it was refilled from his podium, leaving his stone bladder in a state of perpetual fullness.

Still, it was far better than what was happening to his sister. Frank screamed with pain, the gushing water from her brother sculpting her body, ass-first. “It’s drilling so hard into meeeEEEE! STOP IT HURTS!” She screamed, tears dewing at the corners of her eyes.

The water was gushing inside of her, stretching her to her fullest, making her feel the most agonizing sensation of her life. The torture she’d suffered as she was petrified felt like a fond memory compared to this.

“IT’S THE WORST PAIN OH MY GOD!” She screamed, sobbing. “KILL ME PLEASE END THIS!”

“End it? But your new life is only beginning.” The Woman purred, grinning. “Do you feel that building up, so ready for release? You’re going to be a lovely fountain, my little girl. Everyone in this park is going to look at you; to stare at you.”

“N-NO!” Frank flushed, trying to forcer her stone arms to cover herself, even as her body cramped harshly. She could feel the water swirling in her stone breasts, in her bladder, and even in her throat. “PLEASE! IT HURTS! IT HURRBLGLL”

Water forced itself from her throat, and she retched as though she was drowning. Was this going to be her life? A constant nightmare? She could already tell that was going to be the case, and she sobbed out another lungful of water, even as it gushed from her hard nipples and her splayed stone pussy.

Then the dam broke, and the water tunneled through her fat tits and her pussy, gushing into the basin, constantly pouring from her. She tried to scream, but it was muffled by the deluge. The neverending nightmare that would become her life loomed closer as her skin began to harden from her neck up.

The worst part was her face’s petrification. Her scream forced itself into a rictus grin, eyes glazing as though she was actually enjoying this. It was a humiliating, lewd look, as though she was enjoying being filled so much that it gushed from her every orifice.

Matthias watched Frank’s changes complete, seeing the back of her head turn to marble. Though he couldn’t see her face, he could tell that she was trapped vomiting water for all eternity. His own head was beginning to stiffen, and he looked with pleading eyes to Sarah.

“I can tell you’re not like her, you’re human… You have to keep this from MMPph mph.” His ability to speak ceased as his mouth hardened, some water leaking from the corners of a frozen smile as though he was drooling dumbly.

It was a nice touch that Sarah admired, and she watched as the last of the stone crept over his face, leaving his panicked eyes for last. Then they too glazed over, the look of fear being replaced with one of ecstasy-except in his pupils. The same went for his sister, a subtle fear that could only be seen if one was looking for it.

To the rest of the world, they were an indecent statue, one that Eileen was forced to stare at with wide, unblinking eyes. A tear actually dewed as the girl looked to the female statue that was once her boyfriend, and Sarah laughed.

“Well, what a shame. On the bright side, he doesn’t have to see you change.” She smirked, allowing some of her own magical energy to seep out from her form. It was already beginning to mold the girl’s body, thin hairs poking from her skin as though it had been weeks since she’d shaved.

“Oh, he can still see.” The Woman laughed coldly, watching her new acquaintance’s work with interest. “I’d imagine he’s begging inside for you not to have your way with this pretty little brunette.” As she spoke, she slackened her hold on the girl, who shuddered as she found herself able to move once more.

“Please stop! Change them back, please! This is horrible, you can’t-ugh!” Eileen grunted, her hand falling to her gut. There was a pressure building there; building in her breasts as well. She sent a terrified look to her frozen boyfriend, then to the witch who was changing her. “Not like him, please, anything but that…”

“I think you mean ‘not like her’, and don’t worry. Or do worry, it’s really none of my concern.” Sarah spoke with an air of indifference, smirking as the girl’s shirt grew damp, thick cream leaking from her elongating nipples. “Worry about whether you’ll be used for breeding, milking, or just sent to the slaughterhouse.”

“W-what?” Eileen whimpered, looking down to her chest in confusion. She screamed as she saw how thick her nipples were, how they were pressed hard against her bra and shirt. Worse, her shirt was beginning to ride up her belly as it distended further, a coat of brown fur covering it in seconds.

“Hm… I’d say a cow, am I right?” The Woman purred, stroking her chin. “You’re doing it quite well, I’d say…”

“Oh, the best has yet to begin.” Sarah chuckled. “See, I let myself into this girl’s mind, and I found out that her dream in life was to become a housewife, someone prim and proper. Can you believe that? I thought that kind of dream died with women’s suffrage.”

Eileen sobbed, groaning as her own bladder began to fill. She realized that she had to piss worse than ever before in her life, and the girl looked pleadingly to the witch. “Not that, anything but that…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about pissing yourself in front of your boy… well, your girlfriend. After all, she’s not going to tell anyone about this.” Sarah chuckled, watching as the woman’s palms began to swell. They started to turn a dull black, growing thick and oafish. Her fingers were absorbed into this growing mass a little at a time, and Sarah could see the panic that was clear in her eyes.

It was delicious.

“Hooves? Oh God, hooves…” Eileen gasped, her nose beginning to swell. Her nostrils were flaring, getting wider and wider with every passing second. Worse, her jaw was starting to crack and pop, losing its cute shape.

“Moo for me, darling.” Sarah purred, flicking her hand. The girl groaned as her body was forced onto all fours, getting so large and heavy that her clothing was stretched tight around herself. “Moo for me, and I’ll let you be freed of those nasty, tight clothes.”

“Nggh… Noooo…” Eileen lowed, her furry body feeling so hot beneath her clothing. Sarah was true to her word, it was tight, so very tight. Her eyes bulged as her skull expanded, and she sobbed out a loud and distressed moo. “UHHOOOOO! PLEASE, MOOOOO!”

“Good girl.” Sarah purred, patting her head. The girl’s frame grew larger and larger still, until small runs began to develop along her clothing. Then, with a loud tearing, Eileen’s clothes exploded into shreds, the tatters falling to the ground as she grew to a proper bovine bulk.

Her body fattened, neck thickened, everything about her that was once elegant deformed and devolved into an ugly, bovine body. And the worst was yet to come. Eileen could feel it happening slowly: her breasts were merging together into a single fat, fleshy udder. Two extra nipples stretched their way out from her new milk sack, and she bellowed in distress.

Even her voice had been taken from her, and all she could do was moo like the cow she’d become. Sarah smirked as she watched the girl groan, moaning dumbly as her mind began to go the way of her body, leaving her a blank and empty vessel.

“Oh, boring.” The Woman chuckled. “You know, it’s far better to leave them as animals with their old brains, trapped in a body they’ll never be able to escape from.”

Sarah tutted. “You know, that makes it likely that someone will notice. It’s a growing trend among magicians to learn how to read the minds of others, in hopes that they can change back a transformed victim and earn a pleasant commission.”

“Are you saying that you can’t make it so she can’t be found?” The Woman was irritated by that, Sarah noticed. It amused Sarah immensely. Apparently The Woman didn’t know that whatever kind of magic she had was so horrifyingly strong that it was irrevocable.

“Oh, I can. And I’d be happy to teach you.” Sarah smirked. “But this sort of treatment is one I usually reserve for people who’ve truly pissed me off, not just random women in the park. Still, if you want… Who am I to refuse?”

The Woman’s smile grew as light returned to Eileen’s eyes, only to be glazed over a moment later. It was only surface deep, and anyone who looked deep into them would see the humanity begging for mercy. But, to anyone looking to read her mind, they’d only find a vast emptiness.

Sarah dispelled the magical barrier around them with a smirk, looking to The Woman. “I’d call that a successful set of changes, wouldn’t you? And now that that’s done… Why don’t we see what trouble we can get into?”

“Let’s. I know just the place.” The Woman agreed, chucking.