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Cold Revenge
By Radioactive Loner
Copyright 1996, 1998, 1999
Rachel curled a finger around and entwined a paralyzation spell
around the class. She smiled evilly as each person stood ramrod
straight in front of her. She walked up to the first girl.
"Beth," she said. She considered the girl's body in front of
her: definitely not the most attractive of specimens, the girl
had been the shy poet who stayed to herself. Unfortunately, the
girl wasn't in the best shape and tended to overeat. "You were
always a bit of a pig. Perhaps you can resemble one a little bit
more." She wiggled a finger at the inert teenager.
Beth felt the skin on her face pull towards her nose and felt
the skin twist and pull, the nose feeling a little bit heavier,
the nasal passages taking different routes. She felt her ears
grow larger and more out at an angle from the head, growing more
flappy and pointed. Her entire body felt heavier and heavier
and, released from the paralyzation spell, she looked down to
see herself naked and fatter than ever before, potbelly,
breasts, waist and hips at a humungously obese level. She felt a
pinching sensation around her buttocks and felt behind, where a
curly tail had just grown. As her hands slipped back, she felt
how her body felt so heavy and pear-shaped and just... huge. She
felt her jaw clench, as her canine teeth became tusks. She
breathed in, causing a snort from her nose. Her voice, huskier
and full of animal breathing, said, "Why have you done this to
me?" Rachel smiled and hooked the paralyzation spell once more
around the girl, admiring her handiwork.
She stepped up to the next girl and twirled her finger,
releasing the girl. "Anne. What was that you told me the other
day when Brad had broken up with me?"
"Rachel, my God, I'm so... "
Raising her voice over the girl's, "A baby, wasn't it? You told
me to quit being such a baby about the whole thing." She glanced
down the line. "Oh, don't worry, Brad. You'll get yours too."
The man's eyes tensed with fear, his body unable to move.
Turning her attention back to the girl, she smiled. "Well,
perhaps you could experience the situation for me, dear? And
tell me what it's like, so I can avoid it?" She playfully
snapped her teeth at the girl, initiating the change.
Anne suddenly found herself stripped of shirt, bra, pants,
socks, and shoes. Her breasts hung full from her bare chest. She
felt her panties shift and change, become bulkier. She looked
down, and saw that she had a pair of white diapers wrapped
around her smoothly contoured bottom. She felt a warmth from
between her legs, then a release... with a start, Anne realized
she had lost control in 'that way'. She looked at Beth and
suddenly lost her balance, falling to the ground. She felt her
mind go blank and curled up into a fetal position instinctively.
"Hm. No need to do anything about that," Rachel said, noticing
the sleeping girl. "Except maybe changing her diapers." She
chuckled evilly.
She stepped down the line. "Ah. Mr. Jackson. You told me I was
the stupidest girl in the class! And that I wouldn't go
anywhere, right?" She pointed a finger at him -- the balding man
suddenly found himself released from paralysis. He looked at
her; realizing squirming would do no good. He clenched his jaw
and looked at her. "Yes, you fucking witch. And of course you
proved me right."
"Right?" Rachel said in an unpleasantly too sultry voice, then
laughed menacefully. Then she gestured at him. He suddenly found
himself nude. Stepping up to him, her nails suddenly became
sharp, black, and very long. She curled her hands around his
balls, ready to dig in. She gave him a soft peck, bringing light
streams of blood from her finger.
"What, Mr. Jackson, did you mean by that?" said Rachel with a
dark thundercloud of anger.
"I meant that you couldn't go anywhere without getting the
alliance of a Dark Power behind you, you fucking witch," said
Jackson, then clenching himself up for what he was sure to be
unimaginable pain.
She stared darkly into his eyes, then laughed sultrily and let
his jewels go. "Is that so. Is, that, so -- Mr. Jackson. Well,
do you know what, Mr. Jackson? I'm going to show you what it's
like to fuck for a living."
She gestured, and the man's nude body suddenly began to shimmer.
He dropped a few inches in height, and his body outline became
softer. Soon, he began growing pleasantly rounded bulges around
his buttocks and... began spouting breasts. His hair began to
cascade around his shoulders, a long straw blonde. His lips
became full, his jawline softened, his nose became sculptured
and his eyes blue. His rough acned skin tone became porcelain
white. Mr. Jackson had become a woman. Rachel gestured again,
and suddenly Mr. Jackson found himself decked in streetwalker
gear. "I've twinkled Fate, Mr. Jackson. You'll be a streetwalker
all your life, fucking men for money, getting beat up by some,
doing kinky stuff for others. You'll be compelled to by Fate and
you'll feel overwhelmingly horny, wanting to jump men's bones
and do it like a madwoman. You'll die of AIDS." She gestured,
and the porcelain blonde woman that had been Mr. Jackson stood
ramrock straight, paralyzed in her beauty.
She stepped up to the next figure. "You. Poor dear. You're
worried. You're worried because you think I'm going to do
something to you. You're actually wrong, this time. Fran, you
were always a nice guy to me, even though you weren't ever
popular. You always had the time to share your life with me, say
hello and thanks, ask how I was doing. For that, I'm going to
get rid of your extra pounds, give you a sculptured body and
good looks, and get you out of this hellhole."
She gestured at the man. Beneath the outline of his baggy
flannel shirt and jeans, Fran felt the tits and potbelly of his
fat drop away drastically, while he felt as if something was
growing out of his chest and arms at the same time. He felt a
shift in his crotch as his member grew several inches. The fat
dropped away from his thighs and hips. He ran his hands along
his body, feeling the washboard chest and thighs, and spoke in
his new sexy baritone voice. "My god, Rachel -- thank you." She
smiled. "Goodness is rewarded, as much as we wonder about it."
She waved a hand at him and he disappeared, whisked off to a new
life.
She stepped up to the next woman. "Eileen. You've always been a
bitch to me, never being able to say I did a good job on
anything, always clenching up and being a stress case and taking
it out on everyone instead of practicing one damn bit of self-
control. We all have hard lives, Eileen; you're not special in
that case. It's the special ones who rise above it and make life
good for others. What can I do to you that would payback one-
tenth the agony you've done to me? I can't think of a proper
revenge for you, so I'll do the best I can. When you first
started being mean to me, I thought you were a demon from hell.
So let's try that look on you."
Eileen gasped. Her skin became a burnished red, and her clothes
dropped to the floor into a pile at her... feet? She watched as
her feet slowly drew into themselves and became black cloven
hooves, with a slight fur around the bottom. She felt her curves
become even shapelier, her breasts becoming bigger and her
buttocks even curvier. Her blonde hair still remained that
color, a remarkable contrast to her burnished red skin. She
opened and closed her mouth a few times, noticing that her teeth
had become fanged and her tongue forked. She hissed in a snaky
voice, "My god, what has happened to me?" An arrowhead tail grew
from her behind like a snake. Finally, Eileen felt a tug as
mucus-yellow wings broke from her back and spread out. "Agggh!"
she gave a demon yell as Rachel froze her in her place.
Brad. She walked up to him. "You hurt me. You hurt me badly, you
hurt me deep, you hurt me hard. I don't know what I could do to
return the favor." She smiled. "But I have an idea. You were
brutish with me. Perhaps I can enhance that nature."
Brad suddenly felt stupider and stupider, felt knowledge
dropping away from him like a sieve. He watched as his body
became huge, muscular, hairy. He bent over. His face changed
brutishly, gray hair sprung sparsely from his body. His arms
grew longer 'til the knuckles scraped the ground, his feet
shorter. His clothes hung loosely on the gorilla he had become.
Rachel smiled, and whisked them and herself away to their
respective destinations.
A YEAR LATER
A lone gorilla trundles through the zoo cage, the remnants of
clothes still hanging on his body -- although no one sees the
clothes. He defecates, beats his chest, then goes to swing on
his tire.
In a cave far from civilization, a winged shape pounces upon a
rat and sinks teeth into it, hissing. Blood drips down her jaw.
A man smiles as a girl wraps her arm around his muscled chest.
He's kept up his eating habits, but his body maintains a perfect
shape. He's beautiful, and his good looks and perfect voice have
made him a terrific success as an actor. Sometimes he looks into
the stars and says softly, "Thank you, Rachel."
A streetwalker comes up to a man on the streets of Los Angeles
and propositions him, pulling down his pants and giving him a
free blow job to get something better. It's pretty damn
generous, but she likes it -- in a way. As she swallows the
man's semen, a part of her, a bespectacled bald man in the
corner of her mind, screams.
Beth found herself on a small island with Anne. Her hideous pig-
like features would have sentenced her to either a position in a
circus freak show or as a test subject in a government research
lab. Instead, she absconded with Anne to a small island, where
she found herself as a sort of mother. After all, Anne's mind
was void of most any intelligent thought, and Anne would have
died without Beth to feed her. It was an odd sort of family
unit, but at least Rachel had left her with something. Perhaps
it was because of all of them, Beth hadn't really committed much
evil except the evil of being unpopular. And maybe, for that
reason, she could eventually escape her fate. She oft found
herself looking into the sunset and seeing faint strains of
hope.
And Rachel? Rachel... is laughing.
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