Erica took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She needed every bit of bravery she could muster for this: she was about to face her bullies—with a little help from her best friend, the Internet.
“Hey Muff, what’s up?” Shannon smirked, flicking her short blonde hair. Her senior accolade back from high school was ‘Most Likely to Become a Trophy Wife,’ a fact she was relentlessly proud of.
Erica hated that nickname. It perfectly jabbed at her belly fat and an embarrassing locker room incident at the same time. She hated the girl who’d come up with it too—Mary had a talent for that sort of thing. She also had a talent for picking friends: acting as Shannon’s brains had earned her the kind of social status she’d never have seen otherwise.
It wasn’t that Mary wasn’t attractive, she was certainly cute enough. But she’d hadn’t come from money like Shannon had, and probably wouldn’t have been much than one of the ‘nerdy girls’. Then again, she’d probably have preferred that fate compared to the hell Erica was about to unleash.
Or… At least, that’s what Erica hoped.
The mousy girl swallowed, a hand instinctively flitting towards her glasses to keep Shannon from batting them off of her face. “I… I wanted to show you something fun,” she offered.
“Oh? What happened to thinking we’re… What was it, again?” Shannon asked, sending a sidelong glance up to her friend.
“I think that Muff called us ‘terrible people?’ Oh! Maybe it was ‘horrendous impressions of humans,’ that sounds a little more like her. It’s about as wordy as you are tubby, haha!” Mary spoke with a cocksure smirk, emboldened by the fact that she thought she was untouchable.
“Oh right,” Shannon grinned. “So I guess the next words from your mouth had better be an apology, or I’m going to have Mary put beautiful brain to work. I have thought she could do better than ‘Muff,’ you know.”
Erica fought back the pressure in her chest, and the sharp pains at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t panic, couldn’t cry. Not here, not now. “Actually,” she spoke slowly, forcing herself to remember the script she’d written for this. “I was thinking I might put on a little show for you.”
“Uh, gross. Nobody wants to see your ‘show,’ you freak.” Shannon scoffed.
Mary grinned beside her. “Though… I can’t help but be curious. Who knows? I might even come up with a new name for our little punching bag after this. Something, um… You know…” She blinked, searching for the right word. A moment’s confusion flickered across her face.
“It’s a thing I learned online,” Erica ignored them, continuing to force her speech out. “It’s called hypnotism,”
“Aw, how cute,” Shannon cooed.
Mary still looked a little perturbed, but she grinned at her friend’s words. “Yeah, like. Shannon’s right. What, you’re gonna make Mary act like a chicken?” Her shoulders slumped slightly as she spoke, and the tall girl began to sway as though she was on a boat.
Erica grinned widely. Hypnosis, real hypnosis, was more than just a matter of spinning a spiral or waving a coin. It was a matter of talent and willpower, where you had to want something more than anything else in the world. She’d known she’d had the willpower, but as for the talent… Well, this was quite the pleasant surprise.
“And you never know! You just might find it’s fun!” Erica chirped, feeling a strength she hadn’t known since starting college.
“Hehe…” Mary’s eyes unfocused. “‘Fun’ sounds like ‘funny’ and that’s a funny word. Hehe! Get it?"
“You feeling okay?” Shannon blinked, turning her attention to her friend. “You can’t tell me you’re buying this?”
“No,” Mary grunted. “Maree’s wallet nah out, dummy.”
“And yet you’re still about to pay for what you did to me…” Erica hummed with a smile. “Actually, I’m not sure why I’m even trying to talk down to you. It’s not like you can understand.”
“Uh-uh! No, Mayree smar! Tuh? Smartuh!” Mary crinkled her nose, stomping a foot. The motion unbalanced herself, and she fell onto her backside with a huff. Her eyes widened as she realized how far she’d fallen—literally and metaphorically. “W-wha do to Mayree! Smartuh! Mayree smarrr!”
“You don’t sound smart. In fact… You kind of sound like a stupid. Hooting. Monkey.” Erica drew out every word, making sure her point got across. Another thing she’d read about hypnotism was that subtlety worked just fine, but sometimes a more blunt touch was needed.
Mary reeled as though she’d been struck in the face. Her eyes went round as saucers, and she opened her mouth wide, as if to protest. “NahoOO monkEEE!” She flared her lips, whimpering and beating her palms against her head, unintentionally further scrambling her brains. “MarEEK nOOK OOK AAH!”
Inwardly, the girl was a mess. She could remember her time as one of the school’s queen bees, but it was like trying to look through a fogging mirror, and the harder she tried to wipe away at the fog the denser it became.
“I’m sure you aren’t,” Erica smiled sweetly. “I remember back before you were an ‘it’ girl. You used to study so hard, working on your grades. Granted, that happy state only lasted a few months before you got sucked into Shannon’s orbit…”
“Sha-AHH AHH!” Mary hooted like an imbecile, panic clear in her eyes.
“Oh my God.” Shannon was in a state of shock. For the first time since she was a child, she was genuinely afraid. It was like the first time she’d heard thunder, encountering a force that was just so much bigger than she was, something indescribably powerful.
“Oh, but it gets better. You see, I can do much more than just change minds,” Erica dared to dream. She put her all into one of the stranger things she’d read about, into influencing someone so thoroughly that they started to mold to her will.
To her surprise and infinite delight, Shannon shuddered, groaning as a chill passed down her spine. “N… Nhhh… What’re you doing?”
Shannon had no idea how Erica’s brand of magic was possible, but she knew that she felt funny. It was like she’d had too much to eat and too much to drink at the same time, a bubbliness filling her every atom. A quiet burp slipped from her lips, and her belly rumbled.
“Mary was always so proud of her intellect…” Erica cooed by way of response, leaning down and tousling the girl’s hair. Mary was too busy picking her nose to offer much more protest than a simple grunt.
Shannon burped again, this time pressing her hands against her stomach. It pressed back, much to her horror. She could feel her form stretching, bulging like a slowly inflating balloon. “O-oh no. No, no, no. Not this, you bitch!”
“And you were just so proud of your body…” Erica pretended not to hear. She looked down to her own belly with a small smile, shyly proud. “I used to like the way I looked, you know. And actually, I think I’ll like the way I look again, when you’re not around. Heh. Funny, given that soon enough you’ll be all round.”
“How-urp-is that funny?” Shannon felt her face heat up, to the point where it was almost as warm as her belly. An audible whimper slipped from her lips as her belly grew to the point where it lifted her shirt. The cold air hit her belly button, and she shuddered with discomfort and terror alike.
“Well, you remember when you made fun of me for being fat, right?”
“You-ngh-you’ll have to be more specific than that,” Shannon snapped, and immediately regretted the decision. Erica’s eyes narrowed, and the good-natured cruelty in her expression was replaced with simply cruelty.
“Well, at the time you said that losing weight was easy. I just had to ‘resist temptation,’ I think? So now, let’s turn that on its head. See, you’re going to need to resist temptation.” Erica clicked her fingers, and Mary’s head snapped up, a thin trial of drool trailing past the dumb girl’s pursed lips.
“The hell are you talking about?” Shannon glared, slouching forward slightly thanks to her growing bulk. She tried to straighten her posture and ended up leaning back like she was pregnant with triplets. Her hands cupped beneath her growing gut, sinking easily into its soft flab.
Mary hooted softly, taking a keen interest in her flabbier friend. She walked over on her feet and knuckles, sniffing at Shannon curiously. Her nose crinkled, and Shannon hated the reason why: the preppy girl was starting to even smell like a fattie.
“I guess I’m talking about giving you a chance,” Erica chuckled. “See, you’re going to need to resist cumming if you want to be human again. Think you can manage that, porker?”
H-huh?” Shannon’s eyes bulged in shock, then she squealed as Mary hooked her thumbs in Shannon’s waistband, tugging down her shorts. As if her butt was waiting for precisely this moment, it puffed up like a marshmallow in a microwave.
Mary roughly grabbed her bloating friend by the hips. She could barely remember their friendship, much less a time when she was smarter than her sharp-tongued friend. But at least she could remember something about liking the fat girl before her, which made it all the easier to sink her hands into the girl’s doughy backside.
“Mary, stop!” Shannon wailed, though she might as well have been talking to a proper monkey. The dimwitted girl only held onto her tighter, simian curiosity making her hands explore every inch of Shannon’s ample frame.
Much as Shannon hated to admit it, she was starting to enjoy this. Her heart pounded faster in her chest with every passing second, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. The girl’s knees were weak too—though that might well have been because of the fact that her legs were having trouble supporting her mass.
Mary grimaced, gritting her teeth and trying to resist the feelings sweeping across her body. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and crinkled her nose, only to feel her nostrils begin to distort. They widened to the point where each breath she took was sucked in as a snort.
“Nggghhhrrt… Hgghghhrrunt!” The sound was so utterly alien to Shannon that it took her a few seconds to realize she’d made it.
Erica, on the other hand, recognized it immediately. She snickered, grinning down to her ever-pudgier tormentor. “Nothing smart to say now? Careful, I might almost think that you’re starting to enjoy this.”
Shannon snorted again miserably, but she knew how good Mary’s soft hands felt against her own fat skin. And… She also knew she’d never resisted pleasure before.
Erica arched an eyebrow, watching as Shannon clumsily fumbled for Mary’s shoulders, grabbing the girl and pushing her closer. “Well, isn’t this an unexpected development? Giving up your chance at humanity just to feel a little pleasure? Perhaps the stakes aren’t high enough… So, what if we changed the terms a little?”
Mary’s eyelids fluttered, a spark returning to them. Surprise, fear, and confusion flickered across her features—settling on the latter as her friend pressed the girl’s face against her increasingly plump vagina. “Shan-hmmph? Whmmph’re oo doin?”
“She’s telling you what to do, sweetheart. See, she could have you stop, or she could have you eat her out like a dirty monkey. It’ll mean you’ll change too, but is that really such a best sacrifice for the best orgasm she’ll ever feel in her life?”
Mary squirmed, her hips swaying from side to side uncontrollably. The reason why soon became apparent: her tailbone was slowly lengthening, stretching away from the rest of her body. Thick, lush fur covered it almost immediately, spreading to her pert backside.
“S-Shannon, stop! You’re turning me into a monkey!” Mary begged, grimacing as her face cracked out into short, blunt muzzle. Her teeth lengthened to short fangs in her mouth, and she felt her tongue bulge and swell within her larger jaw.
But those weren’t the words Shannon was focusing on. “Tugh… Thuh best?” The piggish girl whimpered, twitching with pleasure, hating how her every shudder made her body jiggle and shake. Her breasts, her backside, and every roll of fat was so sensitive already—could it really get better?
“The very best. Pigs can cum from anywhere from thirty to ninety minutes, you know,” Erica hummed, taking a step back and folding her arms. “And all you need to do to feel that good, is just tell Mary what to do.”
Mary tried to pull back, itching at her underarms and blushing as hairs grew across her body. She started to scratch them with fingers that looked a little thicker, a little clumsier, but that only seemed to make things worse. “Sh-Shannon, let’s just get out of here!”
Shannon snorted, looking at her friend. Her ears grew larger and wider, tugging out to pink, floppy triangles. “Hnngh… Mary… Get your face back between my legs, and put that tongue to better use.” She knew fully well what that meant, and what she was doing. And, at the same time, she didn’t care.
Mary, on the other hand, cared quite a bit… Not that she could do anything about it. Her body moved according to Shannon’s command, mouth falling slack and long tongue hanging out. She began to pant slowly, feeling her hot breath reflecting against Shannon’s fat sex.
Then lips met lips, and Shannon threw her head back. “HgghRRRUUI!” She squealed like a fat pig, kicking her legs out with delight. “M-more! Touch me more! Make… Make your feet into dumb monkey hands and use those too!”
Mary glared up at Shannon, shouting muffled curses into her friend’s vagina. Her feet spasmed and shuddered, as her toes bulged and stretched. Her big toes slid back towards the arches of her former feet, with thicker, almost calloused palms replacing her soles.
The tips of her feet tingled, and she slapped her feet against one another, using her finger-toes to scratch at herself. Then she moved her legs, angling them so she could wrap these new digits around Shannon’s feet.
The only solace Mary could feel in this was that she at least now had some agency in these changes. She didn’t want them to happen, but she took a small, sick amount of pleasure from feeling Shannon’s own feet begin to change.
Shannon let out another squeal, completely caught off-guard by how good it felt for her toes to go numb. Some part of her had known that her feet would become ugly little trotters, but even that part hadn’t realized she could feel pleasure in it.
Feeling the thick enamel of her hooves wrap around her feet was like the deepest massage she’d received in her life, to the point that it reshaped her bones and muscles. It left her shuddering and quivering, kicking her feet out and scuffing her forming hooves against the floor. Even when her trotters were fully formed, it was still like a snug embrace around her feet.
“Oh, my… It certainly looks like someone’s enjoying herself, doesn’t it? Sorry, Mary. Guess you didn’t mean more to her than having a good cum.”
Mary groaned but couldn’t do more than sloppily lick at her friend’s vagina. To her surprise, Shannon was getting larger and larger—and so was Erica, come to think of it. And the hallway they were in…
Her eyes went round as saucers, and she hooted in surprise. Of course—how had she forgotten? Monkeys weren’t the largest creatures in the animal kingdom, which meant that she shouldn’t have expected to be much larger either.
Her bones creaked as they compressed, like invisible hands were wrapped around her and molding her into a new, smaller form. Her breasts receded into a dwindling chest, and her hips shrank with them. Ironically enough, her ass didn’t lose too much mass, leaving her look like a monkey-girl with a disproportionally large backside.
Even that was better than what was happening to Shannon; however. The piggish girl continued to fatten, to the point where her arms and legs began to point upwards, forced into a quadrupedal position. It reminded Shannon that if she kept going, she’d end up as a pig forever.
“Ngghhrrt…” She snorted, looking down to Mary’s face and seeing what she was doing to the girl. The girl’s cute features were growing increasingly simian, sideburns growing and ears rounding at the same time. It was easier to look at Mary as a monkey than as a girl now, though there were still traces of the girl in there.
Shannon didn’t like that. The slight pang of guilt she felt was at odds with the pleasure she was so desperately trying to feel. “T-turn aroiink! Turn around…” Shannon groaned, eyes rolling in her head. “F… Fondle my breasts, too…”
As Mary moved, she was forced to remove her lips from Shannon’s vagina. It gave her enough of a chance to plead with her friend, to beg her for a chance at mercy. “I’m not some dumb monkey, don’t boss me around! Please, just… Just get yourself off, don’t do this to—mmph!”
Erica leaned in close towards Shannon, stroking the girl’s bigger, pinker ears. “Do you hear that? I don’t think someone likes you too much right now.”
“Sh…hgngh… She will. Because—grnnt—she’ll get dumber the more I return her little favor…” Shannon moaned, fumbling clumsily at Mary’s furry thighs and pulling her pussy against her thick lips. She grunted and began to put her piggish tongue to work.
The only thing Mary could think of, her only way to save herself, was to make Shannon cum before she did. The monkey-girl whimpered, her hands sinking into her friend’s ass, her feet clumsily reaching for Shannon’s breasts. She found them after a moment, but even in that time she could feel that damnable haze returning to her mind.
“Nuh—nuhook!” She babbled, hating how words were getting so much harder to think of, and how her simplistic mind was beginning to enjoy this. After all, her dumber monkey brain had no concerns whatsoever. All she’d need to do was let go, and life could feel as pleasurable as she wanted.
“Ooh, I like that. But what’s fun about hogging all of the smarts for yourself?” Erica chuckled at her own joke. “No, I think that at this point… The more you want it, the dumber you’ll get too. Can you understand that, Shannon? Or do you want it so much that you’re already a drooling, horny, fat moron?”
Every one of Erica’s words was like a lance to Shannon’s heart. It was also a curious thrill, the sort of thing she couldn’t help but desire more of. Soon enough, the long and forceful licks of Shannon’s piggish tongue grew sloppier and more insistent. Her eyes glazed, all thoughts of resistance—all thoughts in general—fading from her mind, replaced by desire.
“Uhh.. Mary… Harder… Dummerrrghh…” Shannon drooled like an imbecile, moaning as her hair receded into her head. Her throat clenched, and her words took on a more bestial tone. “PigghHUII wanna cummm…” With that, she returned herself to insistently licking at her friend, and leaving Mary as a monkey-minded moron.
Mary’s eyes squeezed shut as she felt an invisible hand wrap around her brain, even as the last of her new fur covered her body. “Aahhhuh… Shahahannoook…” She struggled for the word, for the name. Then her brain gave out, and when her eyes opened again they were the simple, horny eyes of an animal.
Shannon didn’t even have enough intelligence to manage last words of her own. Instead, she kicked out her legs and let out a wild squeal, finally reaching her new body’s limits. She found her edge and crashed over it, arching her head back and loudly squealing away with insensate pleasure.
Erica looked down with amusement, watching as Mary found herself released from Shannon’s spell. Unfortunately for the girl, she was already too stupid to consider changing back, and she instead began to finger herself clumsily with both hands.
“Enjoy it, you dumb animals,” the girl chuckled, turning on her heel and leaving her former bullies to their fate. Some part of her wondered if she’d gone too far, while another part of her wondered how many others she could do this to.