(Woman to Worm)
Amelia was a cute girl. Amelia was a smart girl. Amelia had humiliation fantasies that kept her company on many a lonely night. Naturally, she kept one of those three facets of her personality a complete secret.
As head of her college cheerleading team and collegiate superstar, the blonde had very little time for the more fun things in life. It left her looking at all of her TransFun’ed classmates throughout the day, wishing that she could take some time from her studies to enjoy some time as an animal.
She fantasized about becoming rodents and insects most often, something small and insignificant, free to be mocked and disposed of in time. She privately wrote these dreams into a little journal which she kept at her side by force of habit. She left said journal unattended to during a fire drill.
Enter Kayla, Amelia’s best friend and roommate. The blaring fire alarms had roused her from a nap that had more in common with a coma than any real amount of sleep. The girl stretched her buxom form languidly, looking to the common room table with a slow, dawning comprehension.
“Huh. Isn’t that Amelia’s diary?” She muttered. A memory of Amelia sneaking a peek at her own diary filled the young woman’s mind, and a grin spread across her features. “Awesome.”
The consequences of this moment were to be fully felt a week later, when Amelia sat with her friends, stretching before her monthly day off. Her birthday cake’s candles still smoked gently, and she looked to her present with an uneasy grin.
It was a grin because it was TransFun. It was uneasy because she was looking at an unlabeled vial. For all she knew, it could contain something boring like a tiger or some other animal that could fend for itself. Still, it was nice of them to provide to her, and could at least entertain her for the day.
Kayla’s grin only widened as her friend uncorked the vial, and the girl leaned forwards with interest as her friend downed its contents. “You’re gonna love this, I’m sure.” Kayla reached into her purse as she spoke, pulling out a camcorder.
“Hm? Why? And what’s that for?” Amelia chuckled anxiously, a familiar sweat dewing along the back of her neck. She didn’t really like people filming her, there was just something embarrassing about it—which, in turn, meant that she really liked people filming her… But in an entirely different sense.
“Oh, you know. Things.” Was Kayla’s cryptic reply.
Amelia didn’t have time to reflect on that before her transformation began, and by then it was far too late to do anything about it. A strange, clammy sensation wormed its way along her entire body, and the girl shuddered. She let out a sound between a groan and a gasp, looking distinctly unwell.
“St-stop filming.” A flush crossed her features, and she started to feel very, very small. It was like everyone else was growing around herself, and she struggled to maintain an air of composure. “Um, because we should move onto the next activity, right? Like, something to do with my animal form?”
She scratched at her wrists anxiously, an old habit she’d thought she’d gotten past. There was something about this whole situation, and it was getting worse and worse with every passing second. As if to further complicate things, her fingernails stopped pressing against her skin, sating that itch.
The reason for this soon became apparent: her fingernails were disappearing, a change that was happening in time with her knuckles and fingerprints smoothing over. It left her with a disconcertingly wormlike appearance to her fingers, and the girl realized that she might be ending up as an animal that was more in her wheelhouse.
“Something the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Kayla purred throatily. “It’s pathetic, really.”
“P-pathetic?” Amelia flushed, looking to the other girls at the table. They seemed to be in on the same joke as Kayla, and they all seemed to notice the way Amelia was breathing heavier. It only increased the changing girl’s anxiety, and she felt like she was shrinking into her clothes.
From Kayla’s perspective, there was a clear reason for this: Amelia really was shrinking into her clothes. The girl was dwindling away a little at a time, and soon her clothes hung looser from her frame. “Pathetic.” Kayla continued, unable to resist teasing her friend a bit more. “Isn’t that right, tiny?”
Amelia let out a faint mewl, starting to rise to her feet. “C-can I talk with you for a minute, Kayla? No cameras, in private?” Her motion ended as more of a stagger, as her feet didn’t respond the way she wanted. A glance down to them confirmed the worst: her feet now ended at her ankles.
“Oh, you’re not worming out of this that easily.” Kayla purred, petting her friend’s head.
A strange sensation passed across Amelia’s scalp with every stroke of her friend’s hand, and she felt something brushing alongside her cheeks. She moved one of her own dwindling hands up, blinking in surprise as a clump of her own hair landed on her shrinking fingers.
“Hey, bald’s a good look on some people.” One of her friends sniggered.
Another chimed in. “Not you, obviously. But there’s some people who pull off that look.”
The changing girl trembled, feeling a rush of exhalation she’d previously reserved for fantasies alone. She bit her lower lip, and in doing so she felt her teeth begin to soften. This was really happening: she was really turning into a disgusting grub, and being filmed, no less!
“W-what am I?” She asked, sure that by now even the densest of her friends could see that she was utterly captivated by these changes, and didn’t see much of a point in hiding her enthusiasm. After all, it wasn’t like she’d be capable of emoting soon enough.
“Aww, poor Amelia.” Kayla cooed, zooming in on the girl’s features, watching them begin to melt into one another. “How does it feel, knowing that you’ll become nothing more than a gross, wriggling earthworm?”
“Ugh, look at how pink and fleshy she’s getting.”
“What an icky bug!”
It was all temporary, of course, but Amelia was happy that her friends didn’t mention that aspect. It helped her get into the transformation, actually starting to feel embarrassed for herself, beyond the shame of having her friends learn her secret.
The girl opened her mouth to reply, but could only manage a weak gurgle as her face melted. It was like she was made of clay, and an invisible hand had clamped down on all of her features at once. She could feel her eyes disappearing, her nose sinking into her face, and her ear canals sealing over. She could still hear-doubtless Kayla had picked a serum that wouldn’t fully deprive Amelia of her senses.
“Oh, gross! Pull her out of her clothes!”
The blind worm thrashed as a hand cupped around her form, tugging her from the collar of her shirt. She dwindled from the size of a person to the size of a dog to the size of a mouse in the process, feeling those fingers seem to get larger and larger still.
“She’s so tiny! You’re really telling me that’s Amelia?”
“Imagine her trying to get any guys now!”
Kayla’s voice cut over the others, laced with a venomous sadism. “Oh, Amelia. You always were such a promising student, and now look at you. You’re little more than a disgusting grub, just a worm who’s going to eat and defecate in soil for the rest of your life.”
Something warm and grainy fell atop Amelia’s blind form, and she realized that whoever was holding her had scooped some dirt into her palm. She opened and closed her mouth, sucking in the dirt greedily, and burning with humiliation from the mocking laughter of her friends.
It didn’t taste like dirt. It didn’t taste like much of anything really; her taste buds were so underdeveloped that she could barely process the texture of what she was eating. Still, the crooning, mocking tone of her friends reminded her that she was eating soil like a common earthworm.
The girl continued like this for some time, not a trace of doubt in her mind that Kayla was recording the whole thing ‘for posterity’. It was so strange to have a long and slender body with no limbs, only able to curl and wriggle herself.
She experimented with this in her friend’s hand, wondering who was holding her. She suspected it might be Daniella, the farmgirl. She couldn’t picture any of the city slickers being able to hold an earthworm without flinching.
“Hey, are you ready?” That was Kayla talking.
“Pretty sure. You’ve got the other potion, right?” Amelia couldn’t tell whose voice that was, and she felt a brief pang of shame. Then again, Hannah and Rebecca tended to sound very much alike.
“Of course! It wouldn’t be a full change without it?” Kayla was smirking, Amelia could tell that from the way her voice took on an almost husky tone. She had no idea why Kayla would be smirking, though. It sounded like they had some other TransFun serum planned? She wasn’t sure.
There was a faint pop, like a bottle being uncorked, then that telltale sound of transformation. Someone was changing, she could tell from the familiar cracks and pops. One of the girl’s laughter was taking on a warbling tone, and it gave Amelia the distinct feeling that she was changing into some kind of avian form.
That wasn’t good. Amelia started to wriggle frantically in her friend’s hand, instinctively trying to burrow. She knew that it was a ridiculous endeavor, but couldn’t keep herself from trying. Her worm’s mind wanted to escape, and downwards was the only way she knew.
“Ooh, looks like wormy here just realized that we’ve been fattening her up.” Kayla purred, and a finger trailed along Amelia’s body. The worm flinched at the unexpected touch, fully aware that she could be squished in an instant if that’s what Kayla so desired.
“HahKAW! BUCKAW!”
Then again, it sounded like her friends had other plans for her. Amelia wriggled her disgusting body, struggling to get out of the light and find somewhere safe. This was supposed to be a day-long serum, so that meant she’d just need to spend a day underground and then she’d change back, neat as you please.
The other alternative was to die, and Amelia was in no hurry for that to happen. Even though it made her feel powerless and vulnerable, that basest of instincts claimed her mind. Being eaten by a chicken wasn’t really her cup of tea, and survival was infinitely preferable to that.
The worm wriggled a bit more, taking herself over a vast void. She’d made it to the edge of her holder’s palm, which meant that a few inches more and she’d be in free fall. It was a terrifying concept, but she was pretty sure that her wormy body was capable of handling a drop. She wasn’t sure if her friends would let her get away with that, but there was no sense in just giving up.
The worm pushed herself over the edge, letting her tube of a body squirm and flail in free-fall. Maybe she’d fall on the ground, instead of wherever they’d intended for her to fall. Maybe she’d land on the table, and have to escape the chicken and the mocking attention of her friends.
“BUCKAW!”
Maybe she’d fall into the damn thing’s mouth. Amelia flailed harder, realizing her mistake too late. When she was squirming and wriggling about, her friend had moved her hand directly over the newly-transformed chicken. In doing so, she’d ensured that Amelia’s escape attempt would end in failure.
“Whoops, so much for Amelia!” Kayla laughed, and Amelia heard the faint whirring of the camera’s lens focusing on her falling form. Then there was a loud clack as the beak snapped shut around her body. There was the greatest pressure of her life, and she felt her body burst within the chicken’s mouth.
Then her human body reappeared on the table with a faint thump, and the girl had to blink her eyes in an attempt to get used to having them. Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked to her remaining friends, plus a chicken that seemed a little put-out that her latest meal had just disappeared.
Kayla gestured towards the chicken, chuckling at her friend. “That’s Rebecca, by the way. I’d have done the honors, but… You know. Someone’s gotta film this.” She waved the camera in her hand, winking. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be the first one to get a copy.”
Amelia honestly didn’t have words for that. Instead, she fell back onto the table with an exhilarated moan, already planning on how to convince her friends to do this again.