(Women to Various Bugs)


“Ladies, you might be wondering why I gathered you here today…” Carla began, a slow smile dawning across the Latina’s face. Her former clique was frozen in place, looks of confusion and outrage on their faces.

Apparently the grimoire really worked: the immobilization spell had gone off without a hitch. She’d need to send her Aunt Sylvia a card, or chocolates, or something. The girl chuckled, watching her ‘friends’ stare at her. Their eyes still moved, though it looked like they could do little else.

Luckily, none of them were suffocating yet-apparently the spell perfectly froze everything but their ability to perceive. That suited Carla just fine, as the girl moved onto the second part of her plan.

She moved about the room purposefully, drawing runes from the grimoire with practiced ease. She’d practiced for this day for months, and her notes were full of sample runes-inert, of course. Now she created the real things, and a crackling of ozone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Today, you’re about to suffer for what you’ve done in life, and to me.” She said, before pausing. “No, actually… I’d like to say that this is revenge on behalf of all the people you’ve wronged, but in truth it’s really more for me.” The girl grinned, finalizing her preparations.

“You see, I have something now, something I never had when I was with you. Right now, I have power.” Carla clenched a fist, relishing the violet aura that coalesced around her digits. She closed her eyes to savor the moment.

The room was musty, as one would expect of an abandoned house. She’d summoned them there because it was the most private place she could picture, an isolated, empty, deserted location where nobody would be able to hear them scream.

She could hear the crackling of magical energy, which set her pulse racing. This moment was what she’d been waiting so long for. They thought they could just oust her from their group, but she’d survived and come back stronger. The time was finally at hand to make vengeance her own.

Her fingers tingled as her magics crept across them, and she uncurled and curled them, feeling the corposants dance between her digits. She opened her eyes and watched the arcing energy for a moment before turning to her first victim.

Cassidy was a gossip. She knew that much, everyone knew that much. Everyone also knew everything she did. On its own this might not be such a bad thing, were it not for the fact that the blonde delighted in uncovering others’ secrets. Right now she had a few buzzing in her head, though they weren’t going to do her any good.

Her pupils contracted as she watched Carla stride towards her, and she struggled to say… Something, anything. Ironically, the one time she needed to talk, she couldn’t. Instead, she could only watch as Carla snapped her fingers.

A small purple orb popped into existence with an actinic flare that left afterimages dancing across Cassidy’s petrified retina. The blonde looked at it closely, seeing a small fly contained within. She had a moment to wonder what it was for, before the insect flew from the sphere, alighting on her forehead.

Of all the things she’d expected to happen to her, a wave of arousal wasn’t among them. The girl collapsed to her knees, her hands flying between her legs, a giggly moan escaping her mouth. She looked up to Carla, fingers fumbling to get to her most private of places.

Then she realized she could move.

“Omigod, like Carly, I’m sooo sorry!” She breathed, still undoing her jeans. The button finally slipped free and she hurriedly slipped her digits past her lips, gasping as she fingerfucked herself in front of the girl. “Like, I totally didn’t want to do it, you know Jen wanted you out, right? She was like, jealous of you or somethHNNN!”

The girl squeezed her eyes shut as a wave of pleasure rocked her world, and when she opened them the world didn’t look right. It was like her vision had fractured, as though she was looking out through a kaleidoscope.

“I know, you dumb bitch. Doesn’t mean you were any less complicit in it. Or do I need to slow down?” Carla leaned in, her face looming in Cassidy’s vision. For a moment, the girl felt fear at how giant Carla seemed, before deciding that she was having too much pleasure right now to care.

Carla noticed this and continued, sighing. “God, why do I even bother? Like a ditz like you would even begin to understand… Hell, you probably didn’t even notice you were shrinking.”

Cassidy looked down to her body in shock, finding that her clothes were much baggier around herself. No wonder Carla looked so large… She considered this for a moment, then nearly came as she grew another set of arms.

It was an indescribably pleasurable sensation, even for someone as fond of descriptions as the gossip. The blonde girl fell onto her side, gasping for breath, her chest hitching as she felt her new limbs wriggling beneath her cavernous shirt. Desperately, she pressed them against her clit and nearly fainted at how sharp they were, how gratifying it was to have them prick against herself.

Her eyes widened on her head, then continued to widen as they bulged from their sockets. Cassidy didn’t care, too far gone to her changes. She rolled back onto her elbows and knees, gagging as her face distended, lips horribly pushing out into a proboscis.

Her skin cracked as it hardened, taking on a glimmering iridescent green. Small stubby hairs pushed out from the hard chitin, and the beautiful blonde hair on her head retracted into her shrinking skull. Cassidy wasn’t an idiot, she knew that she was becoming some kind of bug.

She also knew this was the most euphoria she’d ever felt at once, and was desperate to continue it. Even as her fingers and toes clumped together into hard fibrous masses, she continued to rail herself. The only thing that stopped her was the elongation of her hips, stretching out into an abdomen.

Wings burst from her back just so that she could buzz them in distress, skittering around the ground hornily, lust-crazed, needing a mate. Then he buzzed atop her back, and her heat increased tenfold. The former girl could feel her pussy changing, feel it stretching out from behind herself.

Then the male pressed himself against her, and she shoved her new ovipositor into him. She almost blacked out from the pleasure, rocking back and forth. Pure and carnal delight rocked her world, the tube quaking in her abdomen as she felt her mate release his seed within her, impregnating her.

She struggled to speak, but couldn’t make so much as a sound. Her new body wasn’t made for this, wasn’t made to do anything besides eat, shit, and breed. The last of those three was most appealing to her, and she found herself yearning another round.

Bianca stared numbly at the pair of buzzing insects, then at Carla. Of course the bitch would do this to her, she was always jealous. So what if Bianca happened to enjoy feeding her friends’ habits, blind to others around herself? That didn’t mean she deserved to be some kind of… Of bug!

Still, there wasn’t a thing she could do about this. Bianca was helpless to watch as Carla clicked her fingers again, a small, wriggling object appearing in the air above her hand. The girl giggled madly, then dropped a worm between Bianca’s breasts.

“Fuck you!” Bianca gasped, pawing at the grub. She could feel it against her dark skin, and could feel sweat dewing along her body as the heat of arousal claimed her. Still, she wasn’t a waif like Cassidy, she could fight this. She hoped she could fight this.

“Sorry, wouldn’t want to make your new companion jealous.” Carla sniggered. “You know, it’s kind of funny, isn’t it? You spent so long watching your weight, staying tan… Now all you’ll do is eat where the sun can’t reach. It serves you right.”

“How does this serve me…” Bianca began, trailing off as she felt the worm wriggling against her belly. She deeply regretted tucking her t-shirt into her athletic shorts, because she could feel the creature wriggling through the tunnel she’d inadvertently created.

She also regretted not wearing underwear today, especially as she felt the thing writhing against her labia. Bianca’s legs went numb, and whatever insult she was going to hurl died, replaced by a wavering “OooOOOOooOHH!”

The girl fell onto her back, humping at the air, groaning insensately with pleasure as she felt her body begin to change. She was shrinking, her clothes growing around her, the worm growing larger against her sex as she ground against him.

Soon the weight of her clothing kept him pressed against her, though not for long. Carla lifted the girl’s apparel from her shrunken form, watching as her legs began to press against one another, as her arms clamped to her sides.

Bianca let out a tiny squeal of pleasure, gasping as she felt her whole form begin to stretch out, pulled by some invisible force as though she was made of taffy. Her eyes rolled back in her head even as her hair pulled into it.

She didn’t want to become a worm, didn’t want to live as some disgusting grub… But she didn’t want for this pleasure to end, either. Her entire lower half was aflame with sensation, as though every inch of her skin was as sensitive as her sex.

Little did she know, that was exactly the case. Her flesh was forming sensitive pores, and the more she pressed herself to her mate, the more aroused she felt. Her features melted away into the blind wriggling tendril of a worm, and in her blind, mute, and deaf state she truly understood her new form.

Her body was growing sensitive sexual pores, male along the pink fleshy mass that was her breasts, female where her genitals once dwelled. She was pressed against the other worm and was humping him, ecstasy filling her newly hermaphroditic world.

Finally, she could bear it no longer. With a violent, jerking thrash the new worm came, and she felt her lover do the same. Spermatic packets slipped between their fleshy pink bodies, and the wriggling tubes coiled around one another, warming each other with their presence.

It was almost sweet except for the fact that it wasn’t and was completely disgusting. Saffron crinkled her nose, then squeaked as a bug brushed against her head. She was so busy looking at the worms that she hadn’t noticed Carla moving onto her.

The girl recoiled in horror, then turned towards the door. Her other friends had elected to remain where they were and change peacefully, but Saffron was on the track team for a reason. She could run, especially because she wasn’t like them, she wouldn’t… She paused, noticing she was groping her breast with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

“N-no way!” She gasped, horrified. The girl groaned a second later as she thumbed her clit, falling hard onto her side. The worst part was that she didn’t even feel any pain, the pleasure of her changes already gripping the brunette.

“My, my… Saffron. You know, you took me a while to think of an appropriate insect. I mean… You really like ruining things people loan to you, and that’s about it. I wonder why… Well, it’s not my place to wonder. It is, however, my place to judge.” Carla hummed, squatting before the fallen girl, extending her hand.

There, suspended by magic above the woman’s palm, was a silverfish. “Remember that sweater you borrowed from me? The one that you returned in tatters? I’ve seen one of these little puppies do the same thing.” Carla let it fall onto the ground.

Saffron wanted to reply to her, to verbally strike the smug Latina down. Instead, she jerked her head towards the silverfish, sticking out her tongue and pressing it against the thing’s face. Revulsion and shame flooded her mind as she pulled her head back, only to dip in towards it again.

It wasn’t like she wanted to, but more that she needed to. It was a raw animal instinct that drove her to her new actions, and she whimpered as a pair of long whiplike antenna creaked from her head. She trailed them over the creature’s body, now knowing him as a male.

The girl rolled onto her belly, wriggling from side to side as her lower half began to extend. A thick, hard shell settled along her shoulders one plate at a time as her body grew out, and she tried to shake her head in horror. The motion only freed her hair from its clips, letting it recede into her bald domed skull.

Saffron didn’t want this, didn’t want to change into a bug! But… She also wanted the male… He scurried away and she brought her dwindling arms and legs to her chitinous sides. New limbs creaked out between them, and she wriggled her long segmented tail against the ground.

Then she set off after him, wriggling and scurrying, her body shrinking as she moved. Soon she was free of her clothes, as they simply slipped off her diminutive form. The girl caught up with the male in seconds, her larger body moving with ease. A trio of long sensitive tendrils slipped from her backside as she caught him, and she wriggled them appreciatively.

Saffron’s head ached as it reformed, her nose and mouth merging into a pair of small mandibles. They slid beneath her chin as her eyes slid to the sides of her head, clicking quietly during the last seconds she had ears. Then she turned, moving head to tail with the mail.

He wanted her, she could tell. His tail was vibrating, thrumming against her antenna. She trailed them back against his disgusting tail, hating that she enjoyed this so much, hating that she couldn’t resist breeding with the bug.

Then her vagina slid to her belly, and she found her thoughts utterly scattered. Now that it was in a proper place, her sex overrode her mind. She was dragged into a whirlpool of bliss that held her deep below the surface, forcing her to enjoy the sensation of her ovipositor shoving against him.

She came with a silent howl, her antennae thrashing against the male’s buzzing tail, her ovipositor greedily sucking in his spermatosphere. It was a thick, fibrous bundle that she could feel slipping deep within what now passed for her womb.

With a mental shriek of despair, Saffron realized she was pregnant.

Milly looked to Carla as she approached and… Well, she didn’t really do much. Even now the lazy girl couldn’t think of anything, so she settled for her usual ambivalence. She was even frozen mid-yawn, lifting a hand towards her mouth.

“Such a perfect pose.” Carla smirked cruelly, magically lifting a slug towards the girl. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like there was enough room for the girl to maneuver the grub onto her former friend. She settled for dropping it onto Milly’s hand, giggling. “Well, let’s see if this gets any reaction out of you.”

It did, but Milly’s response probably wasn’t the one that Carla had expected. The girl simply finished her yawn before falling onto the ground, lying idly and looking to the slug crawling across her arm, an arm that was becoming increasingly slick and slimy.

“Wh-what? Is that it?” Carla glowered to the raven-haired girl. Milly always had a talent to look comfortable no matter where she was, and even in change the pudgy girl looked completely at ease. She even had the audacity to strip, giving Carla a full view of her body.

“Well… Yeah. I can’t fight it, right? Sorry if I’m letting you down…” Milly sighed, closing her eyes and feeling her body begin to get looser and looser, bones dissolving and muscles degenerating. The slug on her arm was a horny one, which was good-she was horny too.

“Fuck you!” The Latina spat, stomping a foot. “God, you can’t even do this right?”

“Sorry…” Milly half-mumbled, too distracted by the slug on her arm. She could feel her arm dissolving into the slime of her body, so she didn’t have long to do this. She used a titanic amount of effort to lift her arm, slapping it atop her skin, feeling how rubbery and slimy it was.

It made her heart race, and the girl licked her lips, gagging as her tongue slipped from her mouth, falling between her breasts. Her arm detached a second later, and she watched as it dissipated into a loose puddle atop her belly.

Neither of these mattered much to her, since she’d done what she wanted. She could feel the slug wriggling towards her groin, and the raven-haired girl leaned her head back, moaning out a wet, gurgling groan.

It was deeply unsettling, but it wasn’t like she cared that much. After all, the only one she needed right now was wriggling between her folds, and he didn’t have ears to hear her. She burbled another groan a second later, eyes snapping wide open.

The slug’s penis had everted itself, a long wet tendril that trailed along her clit. She could feel her clit throbbing against it, and the girl looked lustily down towards the slug, her eyes extending on stalks towards the creature.

Her new vision wasn’t very good, but she could clearly make out the fact that her clit was stretching into a penis of her own. Slugs were hermaphroditic, after all… The girl let out a bubbling cry, the last sound she’d ever make in her life.

Milly’s vocal chords dissolved within her throat, and her legs sloughed off into twin puddles of goo. It didn’t change the fact that she was more satisfied than she’d been in years, and she wriggled her new penis, trying to wrap it around the slug’s.

It was so hard to do at her current size, but that was an issue that ended up fixing itself. She slid on her pile of goo as she dwindled away to almost nothingness, smaller than a human’s hand but the perfect size to get fucked by a slug.

Milly wriggled her facial tendrils against the slug, slowly moving her body back before mashing it against her mate’s, their slime and gooey bodies pressing out all the air between them, until nothing separated the two save their own secretions.

She couldn’t moan, couldn’t scream in orgasm. Nobody knew how pleasured she was, how content this sensation of slugfucking was to the girl-except for her. It was a guilty shame that would no doubt haunt her in the future, but for now all that mattered was the warm squirt of her mate’s ejaculate onto her own penis.

She retracted her member, shuddering with delight and taking his sperm into her body. Feeling her hermaphroditic cock around his was nothing like she’d ever imagined, and she was looking forward to round two.

“That’s… In my head now. That’s in my head and it’s not coming out.” Jennifer spoke, before gasping. She hadn’t even seen Carla sneak a bug upon her person, but she couldn’t deny that the girl was standing right beside her, a sadistic smile marring the Latina’s pretty features.

Jennifer was the leader of this little clique, and thus was perhaps the most to blame for Carla’s ire. She’d seen Mean Girls one too many times, and the petite blonde was practically a stunt double for the movie’s antagonist… Or her porn double, which was more likely given her sex drive.

“Oh, sorry. Don’t worry, you’ll soon find yourself pleasurably distracted, you leech.” Carla hissed. “You’re the kind of person who thinks that it’s totally okay to suck dry people around yourself, like a fat, gross tick.”

“So… Which is it? A leech or a tick?” Jennifer scowled. “Either way, it doesn’t matter to me because I’ll still be better off than you.”

“W-what?” Carla blinked, a little surprised at that. She hadn’t expected this level of vitriolic hatred from the girl, and took a step backwards instinctively.

“You heard me, you fucking maggot. You think that magic makes you any more interesting? That people will start liking you because we’re gone? I hate to break it to you, honey, but people don’t like skittish, paranoid creeps like you. We didn’t kick you out of the group, you did that to yourself, and”

Whatever words she was about to unleash were cut off by a loud retch as her throat clogged, no longer suited for speech. Her lips snapped shut then began to stretch away from her face, her nose joining them as they became a long, sharp proboscis.

A male mosquito buzzed from her shoulder, and a chill trailed down her spine. For all her bravado, she was hoping she wouldn’t become something insignificant or tiny. Now it looked like she’d be both at once, as her body dwindled to nothingness in a matter of seconds.

Darkness and warmth enclosed herself, and the girl panicked as she realized she’d fallen into one of her shoes. Desperately, she struggled to climb from the thick voluminous fabric, to get some sort of light back into her world.

Trapped as she was, blinded by darkness, she was left only with her imagination and a droning buzzing. Too late, she realized it was her own wings. The girl tried to turn, only to tremble and fall weakly onto six legs. All of it was happening too quickly, her body was changing too fast…

Jennifer caught a glimmer of light and desperately buzzed out towards it, her insect instincts moving to the forefront of her mind. Her glistening wings caught at the air easily, and she buzzed frantically for light only to discover just how small she was.

Even compared to her former friends, she was positively tiny. Everything was so large around her, and even her mate was twice her size… Only… No, he wasn’t her mate, she couldn’t possibly be turned on by the idea of breeding with a bug!

Revulsion overwhelmed her thoughts, and Jennifer fell onto the ground numbly. The mosquito couldn’t deny the heat she felt in what passed for her sex, and she looked back as the male landed atop her. It was probably the only time in her life that she didn’t want to have sex, and yet…

Pleasure overwhelmed her feeble denials as the male latched his claspers onto her. His large chitinous body thrummed as he positioned himself, and she eagerly wriggled to accept him. It felt to good and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet!

Delirious with ecstasy, the mosquito buzzed, feeling the male’s aedaegus evert. It slipped into her insect vagina with ease, and new hormones began to flood Jennifer’s mind. They weren’t overwriting her old personality, just influencing it.

She began to feel a deep hunger within herself, a need to drink, to lay eggs, to produce something of this. Her miniscule heart pounded, and humiliated beyond reason, she came.

Carla scowled down at the mosquito, tempted to swat the bug. But… No, the spell was quite clear. Any humans would be changed into the first insect they’d come into contact with. The Latina had taken such care to keep herself from touching the males she’d conjured, she didn’t want to spoil that now.

Even if Jennifer had gotten under her skin.

“Bitch.” Carla fumed. “You think you know me? You think that I’m just some pathetic, weak thing that can’t live without you? Well, I have news for you: I’m a survivor. I’ll come out of this stronger, and you’ll just be a bug.”

She grabbed the tome angrily, then scooped up the bag of supplies she’d left in the house overnight. Before she could shoulder the thing, a small brown object scurried onto the back of her hand, and an icy dread swept through her veins.

“No… No, no, no…” Carla looked to the cockroach numbly, unable to fully process what was had just happened. Unfortunately, she spell she’d cast was a good one, and it didn’t care about her fragile opinions or feelings.

She fell to her knees, writhing in insensate bliss, hornier than she could ever remember in her life. The other girls had succumbed to conjured insects-this was the real deal, and it was affecting her all the stronger for it.

Her jaw bifurcated and she screeched with carnal ecstasy, new limbs sprouting just so she could touch herself. Her pussy was already little more than a chitin-clad hole, but that didn’t keep her from feeling pleasure from it.

Somehow it was even more arousing for her to simply be brushing against her hardened hole. Carla clacked her forming mandibles, wings bursting from her back and antenna stabbing out from the top of her head. She rapidly beat her new appendages, rolling onto her belly and writhing on the ground in bliss as she devolved into a bug.

The once-beautiful girl was neither beautiful nor a girl, now more insect than human. She could feel her hair sucking back into her head as small stubble grew out from between her armored plates, sensory hairs quivering with sensation.

The male scurried towards her backside, and she shoved her ass against his, feeling his stomach slip below hers, his alien roach prick seeking her love hole. She moved her lower belly to his, chattering insensately with pleasure as he entered her.

They fucked for… She didn’t know how long. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. They were in a dark corner of the room, so she couldn’t even tell time’s passing by the ambient light. All she knew was that every second of it was pure delight.