A Magic: The Gathering Transformation Story
(Woman to Chicken)
(Woman to Pig)
“I’m sorry if it sounds strange, but…” Nissa trailed off, a smile on her face as she saw her companion’s calm expression.
“Of course, I understand. I know that you are worried about your friend, Chandra… And that I am responsible for her disappearance, in part.” Tamiyo’s expression soured, her pale face curling to a frown. “Had I only accompanied her and Miss Vess-”
“Liliana will suffice for her.” Nissa interrupted, her eyes flashing with anger. The Elf woman blushed as she realized she was being rude, and quickly bowed her head in apology. “That is to say, if anyone were to be blamed for Chandra’s absence...”
Tamiyo waited a moment to reply. “Trust me, I know. The bearer of the Chain Veil has made her activities well-known here.” She looked around the farm, in search of said woman. There was no sign of anyone save the animals which populated the farm… Which honestly wasn’t good.
“There should be some sign of her, however.” Tamiyo muttered, walking forward with her eyes closed, questing in search of any magical power. She felt a small inkling of it from a patch of mud and knelt beside it, her hands outstretched. “There is… Something here. I can feel a magical presence.”
“Really?” Nissa blinked, surprised. “Not to sound doubtful, but… I don’t sense anything.” She stretched out her own magical aura, connecting herself to the plane. Her long ears twitched, and she looked to the moonfolk. “That said… I can feel something a little further into the farm.”
Tamiyo nodded slowly. She didn’t sense anything else, but she knew that Nissa was to be trusted. “You go search for that, I’ll stay here. There’s a mystery at this farm that I must meditate on…” The moonfolk furrowed her brow, her eyes still shut tight.
Nissa nodded slowly, gripping her staff anxiously. Her blade was still concealed within it, so she at least had some protection. That said, she didn’t like the thought of leaving the woman undefended… Though that was just idle thought. Tamiyo had lived on this hellish plane, while Nissa was only visiting it. If anyone knew how to take care of themselves, it would be her.
The elf set off from her comrade, heading straight for that magical tug she felt. It took her to a wire coop populated by clucking hens. It was… Nissa tilted her head. She’d never seen things like chicken coops in her travels-her people were usually nomads, who didn’t settle down to build such things.
Odd as it was, it wasn’t what had attracted her attention. That honor fell to the small seeds that were kept nearby, in a trough. They were clearly feed for the animals, but there was something about them that Nissa knew promised growth.
She rested her staff against the trough, scooping up a handful of seed and breathing in the scent. Unlike much of the life that graced this land, these seeds smelled fresh, full of life. She rolled them in her hands, feeling the little grains between her slender fingers.
They looked delicious.
Nissa brought her hands to her face, taking a mouthful of the animal feed in and chewing it roughly. The seeds were hard against her teeth, and she crinkled her eyes in distaste. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to chew them…
At the thought, she instinctively gulped down the mouthful of seed. And choked.
The elf fell to her knees, seeds spilling from her hands as she retched harshly. With each cough, her nose and mouth started to tingle, stretching out from the rest of her face and hardening as they did. In a matter of seconds, she had a beak-one that say prominently in her vision.
The coughing fit passed, and Nissa yelped as she saw her beak. She lifted a hand to it in disbelief, feeling its hard, smooth surface against her soft skin. “T-the seeds! I need to warn Tamiyo about them!” It was strange to speak with such a beak, but not impossible. She’d seen Avens talk, and parroted the motion herself.
Nissa turned to leave, only to catch sight of the spilled treats on the ground. “Though… I need to bring some as evidence…” Nissa muttered, her eyes glazing slightly. The thought of them made her stomach growl and her changed mouth water.
Quickly, she darted her head towards the seeds, popping one into her mouth and gulping it down. As she did, her hips swelled. Her spine stretched out into long, plumped tail feathers and her stance spread to one suited for egg-laying.
“P-pock…” She muttered to herself, darting her beak down and snatching up another clump of birdseed. Eating it like this was so much easier than gulping down handfuls of seed. She pressed her arms to her sides, waddling like the other animals around herself.
The bites of birdseed were changing her brain, she knew that they were. But there was nothing she could do about it… Was there? After all, if she wanted them to stop she’d need to stop pecking at the birdseed, and that simply wasn’t an option.
Long feathered quills pushed out from her skin, and she shook them out instinctively. Her clothes fell to tatters around herself, shredded by the tips of her new feathers. Nissa didn’t so much as notice, too preoccupied by pecking at the seeds.
Her fingers merged together and her big and pinkie toes vanished to nothingness. Nissa flapped her forming wings and stamped her changing feet against the ground, sending a distasteful look towards them. She watched as her slender elven toes grew a hard and ugly yellow layer atop them, becoming the feet of an avian.
The sight was enough to startle her back to some semblance of herself, and by then it was far too late. “NuhGWAK! BuGWAK nWGwat-naawt chuckGWAK!” She tried to speak, but her brain was too far gone to convert her thought to proper words.
She fell back onto her feathered ass, groaning as her hair pulled back into her head and her legs spread wide instinctively. There was something deep inside her that needed to get out, that needed to be forced out. She clenched her sex instinctively, groaning as she felt something inside it start to slowly slide out of her.
She looked down to her sex, eyes widening as she saw that she only had one hole now, instead of two-and there was a large white object crowning from her new cloaca. “GUHBWAK!” She clucked loudly, so loudly she was sure it echoed around the farm.
The egg slowly started to slide out of her, and her cloaca seemed to tighten around it as it slid from her. It seemed to grow too, and for a moment she worried that it was somehow growing. As her skull began to shrink, she finally realized the truth of it: the egg wasn’t growing, but instead she was shrinking.
“GUBBUBBLGWAKBWAK!” She clucked and squawked, her head finishing its change to a chicken’s and her body reaching the proper size. The only thing left of her was her mind, and that wasn’t long for this world.
Across the farm, Nissa’s cry hung in the air. Tamiyo blinked in surprise, looking up for the source. She knew the voice to be Nissa’s but the sound… Was that of a chicken? It didn’t make any sense, and the moonfolk woman rose to her feet, taking a step forward towards where Nissa had gone.
Then she promptly slipped in the mud and fell on her face.
It was by far the least proud moment of Tamiyo’s life, and the most consequential. She wiped at her face with disdain, only to groan as she realized that she’d only succeeded in smearing more of the grime on her face... which began to fatten.
Tamiyo didn’t notice the subtle change, instead focusing on the warm feeling of the mud. It was surprisingly relaxing, and she let out a low sigh of content. She could stay like this a little longer, right? The woman sank back into the filth, settling in.
Her clothes creaked as her body started to bloat, and the sound alerted her too her troubles, too late to do her any good. She blinked her eyes quickly to clear her thoughts, looking to her belly and yelping in distress as she saw that she was positively rotund.
Tamiyo had always been slender compared to the average human; had never had any fat on her in her life. This was a new sensation to her: having so much more flesh that it was an exertion to do simple things, and every one of her motions sent ripples through her flabby body.
Her nose flattened on her face, and she groaned as she felt it turn upwards, settling into a distinctive upside-down heart. “I’m becoming a-grrnk pig?” She muttered, eyes widening as she grunted like a sow. That wasn’t right; couldn’t happen to her! She wasn’t one to lose her composure, but something about this had left her shaking, in need of comfort.
A low grunt from behind her alerted her to the presence of a boar, and new images filled her mind. Tamiyo was a well-read woman, she knew that pigs could experience orgasms that lasted up to half an hour. And right now… She needed something to take her mind off of what was happening to her.
It was a delusional train of thought, and a damning one… But she wasn’t in the right state of mind to know that. Instead, she wriggled her fat ass, grunting as it expanded, tearing her skirt and snapping her panties off. The motion sent a good whiff of her scent towards the boar, and a curly tail corkscrewed out from her spine as if to further entice him.
He padded towards her, his hooves digging small furrows in the mud. She pawed at the ground in anticipation, feeling her hardening hands mimic his hooves. Her fingers balled up and coalesced into hard trotters, perfect for supporting a piggy body.
As her feet began to change, she felt him atop her, and for a long, dreadful moment, she realized what she was about to do. Her eyes widened, and she prepared to scream and scare him away before he violated her.
The he slumped down onto her back. His weight drove her down hard into the mud, splashing into it and bulging her belly to break free of her shirt. The feel of the warm mud against her ample gut drove rational thought from her mind, and she let out a piggy squeal of surrender.
“RRNNGHEEEE!” She loudly squealed, rubbing her porcine bulk in the mud, feeling him shove his oddly-shaped cock deep within her.
It was carnal pleasure unlike any she’d had in her virgin life, and she drove back against him, rutting like a stupid animal. Her ears lengthened and flopped over, her nose twitched as it stretched out from her face into a dumb porcine muzzle… And she loved it.
She knew that she was losing her moonfolk essence and that she was becoming a lowly animal, but it was too pleasurable for her to resist! The woman groaned as she became a beast, her body packing on pounds of pleasurable portly plumpness.
Tamiyo felt him inside her, felt her vagina growing thick and leathery to better accept his bestial onslaught. He was humping her with such force that if she hadn’t had a piggy body, she’d surely have bruised from this bliss.
The moonfolk woman’s pearly skin darkened to an ugly pink, the hide of a sow. Thin hairs covered her skin, letting the mud better cling to her form, eroding her body just as fast as his cock was blasting away her mind.
“Trrngh… Tamiyo.. Drrrumb piggrrntt… GRRUIII!” She squealed, drool dripping past her lips as her bottom teeth lengthened into tusks. She panted hotly past them as her eyes darkened, her fat form rippling with motion.
She groaned and grunted like the animal she was becoming, feeling her head reshape completely until she was nothing but a common animal in body… And soon in mind. The last light of intelligence dwindled from her eyes, and she let out a loud snort, feeling the onset of her climax at last.
“HRRNK-REEEE!” She screamed passionately, succumbing to the changes, marking yet another of the plane’s protectors descending into the life of a farm animal.