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They all heaved together and pushed the intricately carved stone block as it groaned under its own weight. Twigs broke under their feet and the block slowly slid into the shallow sunken chasm they'd dug for it. It crashed loudly into place and they all sighed. In the dark, moonlit forest, it was possible to see it began to glow very faintly and the world on the far side of it seemed to shimmer slightly around it. "Finally," Stan said and dusted his hands. He stretched and groaned from all the physical exertion. It wasn't really his thing. Being a self employed web designer wasn't exactly conducive to going to the gym regularly. "All our patience will pay off starting tomorrow," Mark replied and scratched at his salt and pepper beard. "And you are sure this is going to work?" Thomas asked. They all looked at him and frowned. He'd always been a doubter. More weak willed than the rest of them. They might have to do something about that down the line... "This is an awfully odd time to me asking that, after a year of work," Cassie said with a smirk. She looked every bit the high school senior she was. The youngest of them, but also perhaps the most confident. Well except for Mark maybe, he was the oldest and had put this whole idea together in the first place. And he was on TV! You had to have confidence to be on TV! "Well up to now it was all secret meetings and carving stones. Tomorrow we're actually going to start doing stuff. Stuff people will see," Thomas said nervously. Part of that nervousness came from excitement no doubt, but also some from fear. "Maplewood did it," Rebecca chimed in. She was stretching just like Stan, but she had a better excuse. Her late-middle aged, matronly body creaked and groaned under its sagging flesh. She change that tomorrow, permanently. She'd be young and beautiful again, and no one would stop to question why. "But how do we know? I mean if it worked in Maplewood we wouldn't hear anything, right?" Thomas asked. They all sighed collectively at Thomas' complaints. If there weren't so few of them they would have done away with him a long time ago. He had all the nervousness you'd expect when you took a loser 20 something who lived at home and didn't even have a part time job and gave him some power and responsibility. His paranoia and fear kept him from achieving anything. It was a wonder he had the power at all. "Did you hear about a coup led by a cadre of mages trying to take over Maplewood?" Mark asked. "No..." Thomas replied and stared at the dirt. "Then it must have worked," Mark replied with a firm nod. "But this is by far the most powerful magic any of us have ever done. To create a reality altering bubble around all of Glenville..." Thomas said. "That's not what it's doing. It's actually creating a projection of-" "Enough, we've been over this before," Mark said with a briskness more appropriate for a general than for a local TV new anchor. "The stones are set. The field is in place. Our plan begins tomorrow. Try not to do anything before my broadcast tomorrow morning. It will give us cover and keep there from being too much panic. I know some of you will have people you need silenced before then," Mark looked at Cassie who shrugged. "It's not my fault he followed me to a meeting!" "Ignoring that, I'm sure we all have people who suspect what we are. They cannot be allowed to speak out about us until phase two begins. Contain them or silence them, it is up to you to decide how to proceed. Know that a single failure at this juncture could turn everyone against us and ruin the whole plan." They all nodded and stared at the final stone. You could almost hear it humming slightly. The woods were dark and otherwise very quiet. Mark nodded to each of them and then got back on the four wheeler he'd used to carry the stone all the way out to this remote location and drove off. They all looked at each other and headed in their separate directions. --- --- --- Ben woke up and groaned as his alarm beeped. He smacked it forcefully and sighed. Tuesday. The week had barely started and already he was exhausted and ready for the weekend. Like every teenager, he didn't want to go to school today. He threw off the sheet he'd been sleeping with. It was hot outside and the AC in the house was on the fritz. Summer break had ended a month ago, but it was still hot. Ben's break had been lousy. His parents had made him get a job again. 'It'll look good when you apply to colleges next fall!' they'd said. Feh, maybe. He'd got a job at one of warehouses south of town. It was easy enough work, just driving a forklift around. At least he'd been able to get an evening shift. That way he'd been able to sleep in as late as he wanted. He missed that. Ben dug through the pile of clothes on the floor and pulled out a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. He had to go to another pile to find some clean(ish) underwear. He stripped out of the boxers he'd slept in and got dressed. He tossed them aside casually and they landed on his computer desk, draped across the monitor. He laughed at his aim. He stumbled downstairs to find Cassie sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, staring intently at her phone. He looked around and didn't see his mother or father anywhere, which was strange. Usually they'd both be getting ready to rush off to work right now. "Hello Ben," Cassie said and pushed aside her phone and turned to look at him. "Morning Cass," Ben said and got himself a bowl. He sat down across from Cassie at the table and set about eating his breakfast. After about his third bite he realized Cassie hadn't stopped staring at him since she said hello. "What?" he asked with a mouth full of half chewed cereal. "You know, you're not a bad little brother," Cassie said and smiled. "Thanks Cass. You're not a bad older sister either," Ben said and went back to eating his cereal. "Today is a big day for me," Cassie said. "It'll be a big day for the whole town." "Why's that?" Ben asked and read the back of the box of cereal he'd picked. There was a maze on the back and he was trying to run it with his eyes. "We're gonna take over. The Coven," Cass said. Ben stopped eating and put his spoon down. He turned and looked at Cassie. "You're not serious." "Oh I am. We've been planning this for a long time." "But how-" "That's not important for you to know. What matters is that things are going to start happening soon, and we need people to not know that we are the ones causing it. At least, not right away. So we can't have you talking..." Ben felt a pit forming in his stomach. He suddenly regretted following Cassie to that meeting six months ago. He thought it was going to be something he could rib her about later. Her little "philosophy club" she claimed to go to every Thursday evening down at the library. He'd been surprised to see Mark Olsen, the TV newsman there, and Mrs. Verdon, their mom's old friend was there too, along with a handful of other people he didn't recognize. More surprising than the crowd was when Mrs. Verdon closed her eyes and suddenly halved in age. He'd gasped loudly and someone turned and stared at the crack in the door he was listening from and saw him. Then something hit him and his whole body started to tingle. The sensation was extremely odd and hard to describe, but he shrank suddenly and his vision changed. He felt his skin toughen as his clothes grew up around him like a tent and his arms and legs shifted. The rest of the changes finished quickly and he couldn't see them. Well not until someone came over and picked him up. He saw his reflection in a window as they carried him. He was a turtle. They shouted and argued over what to do with him, but Cassie had defended him. They turned him back into a human and suddenly he was naked in the middle of whatever he had just walked in on. Cassie made him promise to keep it a secret from everyone, even their parents, Or else the consequences would be dire... "I never spoke yet. I won't now. You can trust me," Ben said nervously. He knew his sister was... well a witch he supposed was the right term. "I think you're right. I think I can trust you. Still I want to incentivize you to keep your mouth shut. Perhaps a gift. I did some snooping of my own you know. I got on your computer." The pit in Ben's stomach grew, but so did a nervous excitement. "You couldn't, it's password protected." Cassie smiled and pulled out a thumb drive "One of the members of the Coven is a web designer. He's got some pretty impressive hacking tools his friends gave him. It wasn't hard to get in. You have an interesting browser history!" "I- um, it's just a fantasy." He blushed a ferocious scarlet. He knew what she must have found. Not just porn... "What is it called, the community of men who want to be turned into hot women? TG? Rather usurps the name for a more legitimate community, don't you think?" "Well sort of it-" "Anyways, I grant you a gift to keep you quiet," she said and closed her eyes. Ben gasped and felt a sudden tingle hit his body. He stood up from the table and shook nervously as he watched his arms thin, their hair vanish and his hands become dainty. He heard a ripping sound and looked down as his shorts shredded around his widening hips. He saw his leg become more toned and thicker as they too lost their hair. He shook his head and felt that his hair was longer, about down to his chin. He shook his head and saw it had darkened in color from his dusty blond to a brunette. His face buzzed and he patted it. It felt clean shaven and unfamiliar. His lips felt puffy. A sudden tingling in his torso and crotch hit him last and he felt himself expand and shrink in several places at once. His cock got hard and pressed against the remains of his briefs, but then got smaller and smaller. He felt his testes shrink and pull inside him and he left out another gasp, this one in a much higher pitch. His waist pulled in and finally he stared down as his chest pushed out, and out, and out. His t-shirt had been baggy, but now it was pulled tight against his chest. He had tits, huge ones. He reached up and cupped them and groaned. They felt massive in his tiny hands, but then they were massive. They each had to be about the size of his head. Ben was now a woman. A super curvy, big titted woman. Cassie stood and walked over to the shocked Ben and Ben looked up at her. Way up. He used to be three inches taller than her 5'9" frame, but now he was much shorter. He was probably only 5'1" or 5'2" now. He had shrunk probably ten inches. "Oh my god," Ben gasped and the strange sound of his sweet female voice made him pause. "No, just me, little sister," Cassie said with a wicked grin and hugged the short curvy woman in front of her. Ben's considerable cleavage kept her from getting in especially close. "But I'm- no one in our family-" "Well of course. I saw your computer. I know what you liked. Short, curvy, busty women," Horny too Ben thought and wondered about some of the new sensations his body was feeling. Had that been built in as well, or was his new arousal based entirely on his present circumstances? "Well little sister, why don't you head in to school late today. I'm sure you're going to want to get more familiar with that body before hand. Why don't you just walk in in about an hour. Mmm, yes I think I want you at the school today, but not until later. And remember, don't tell anyone I did this to you." "But how will I explain-" "Make sure you watch the news. It'll let you know what to say." "But mom and dad-" "Caught me changing my hair color with magic once. They had to be silenced too, just in case. They are stuck up in their room. Don't worry, I'll change them back later. Now if you'll excuse me. I need to be getting to school. Ben stood there cupping his breasts in his hands as he watched Cassie go. As soon as the door clicked he pushed the tattered remains of his briefs to the ground and stepped out of them. It felt weird, being pantless and not having something wiggling around down there. He pulled his two breasts aside and looked down between his legs. His pussy... he thought and stared at it. It was hairless and its lips were shiny. It ached for attention. Every time he touched his breasts just seemed to excite it more. He needed to get a better look at himself. He walked, awkwardly at first. His much wider hips made his stride different. Each step made him giggle everywhere. He wasn't super thin, but then no woman who was naturally this curvy would be, and Ben guessed his body was 'all natural' in the most literal sense of the word. The first thing he noticed in the bathroom mirror was his face. It was beautiful and round, with a small nose and large eyes, thin eyebrows, and a nice set of lips. What was more remarkable than how pretty he was was the fact that he had the letters B.M. tattooed on his right cheekbone. His initials. He turned his attention from that to the more pressing (literally) set of tits contained in his tight, binding shirt. He pulled it up over his head awkwardly and then just stared in the mirror slack jawed at them. They were almost impossibly perky, but they did have some sag to them. They looked... well like everything he wanted big tits to look like. Round, full, soft, smooth. Each of them had large, but not obscene nipples which were currently standing very erect. He reached for them and pinched them slightly. He let out a soft moan and his right hand moved towards his crotch almost entirely on its own. He wanted to keep exploring his body, but he just needed it too much. He closed his eyes and moaned again as his fingers found his slit. He probed his clitoris gently and gasped. It felt incredible, like stroking your dick right before you cum, only he had just started. His hips bucked slightly at the stimulation and his fingers slipped further down. He pushed two fingers inside his new opening and let out a low, guttural, groan. He stood there and masturbated. One hand playing with his giant tits while the other hand finger fucked his pussy. He was gasping and groaning completely without intent, and the sounds of it only made him hotter. He bucked his hips against his fingers and felt something building. Something incredible. His hands moved faster and faster and like a wave his orgasm broke upon him. He cried out loudly and fell to his knees as his legs became like jello. He stayed there for awhile, still touching himself as more waves of pleasure washed over him. Aftershocks and ripples. "Oh my god..." he said aloud to no one at all. He'd done it. His fantasy. He'd gotten turned into a hot woman and masturbated. And it had been everything he'd dreamed of. He pulled his hand away from his crotch. He'd leaked quite a bit of fluid all over his legs, and his hand was covered in it. He washed up with a hand towel in the bathroom. As he did he looked over his lower regions more. He had a big ass, a little chunky but nice, and a powerful set of legs that connected at a pair of very wide hips. He wondered if his hips were wider than his mothers. Maybe she'd have something he could wear. Certainly nothing for him up top. One of his baggy t-shirts would have to do, no one in his family was anywhere near as curvy as he was now. He was giddy. His heart was still pounding. He was a woman! He could play with tits and a pussy whenever he wanted! So what if Cassie and her Coven were plotting something? Would that really be so bad? Ben wandered into the living room naked. He loved feeling the warm air on his skin. He sat down on the couch and moaned as the fabric caressed his legs and ass. One of his hands made its way to his crotch and he rubbed his slit gently with two fingers. He reached for the remote with the other hand and turned on the news. --- Cassie sat in Chemistry class twiddling her thumbs. Well not literally, but she was staring at the clock and tapping her foot. It was happening now, but of course the school kept the students in the dark. They'd patch them in in a few- "Attention students," Principle Winston began over the loud speaker. The class room became silent and every waited and listened. "There has been an... event." The principal sounded nervous. Like she didn't know what was going on. Well she didn't of course. That was the whole point. "Something has begun happening which defies... everything. I'm going to turn the PA on by the TV so you can all hear what the news reports are saying. Please stay calm." There was a fussing and crashing sound as the microphone was moved and several students cringed. There was a nervous energy in the air. Cassie was nervous too, but for a different reason. The fun was about to begin. "...ientists are baffled as to the cause or mechanism." Mark's stern voice began coming in over the PA. "I repeat, spontaneous and seemingly magical changes have begun to occur at random all across the country. People seem to spontaneously transform in all manner of ways. Please remain calm. No one has been directly hurt by any of these changes. Additionally several eye witness reports have indicated that after one of these changes nearby people would panic and then get changed as well. Scientists believe stress makes people more susceptible to whatever is causing these changes. Repeat, please remain calm. No one has any explanation for why this has been happening, but those changed are marked with their own initials. If you see someone you know changed, please keep them safe. Authorities are advising us to recommend going about your day as planned. We'll continue bringing you updates on this as they come in. We go now to..." The voice over the PA quieted down and there was more rumpling as the microphone was moved again. Principal Winston came back on the speaker. "Students please remain calm. You cannot see the video they are showing but these changes are incredible. Please remain calm, whatever happens. If a student is changed please escort them to the nurse's office. Today's classes will proceed as planned. We will make further announcements as we learn more throughout the day." The students in the classroom began to murmur and Mr. Salem cleared his throat and tried to regain order. "Students please, settle down!" he said loudly and the murmurs actually hushed. "Mr. Salem, what the hell is going on?" Stacy Granbell asked. "Language Stacy!" Mr. Salem replied. "I do not know. We just have to do what the PA said and keep going as normal. Now let's return to our discussion of polyvalent ions..." Cassie zoned out as she heard Mr. Salem drone on. It was working. Around her she could tell people were nervous, but not panicked. The spell they'd all cast encapsulating the town, among the many other things it did, was supposed to soothe the people within. She'd have to test just how well it worked. She needed a target. Something small at first. Mr. Salem was writing something on the board. He would do nicely. She closed her eyes and focused. There was a gasp followed by the sounds of chairs shifting all around her. She heard the chalk hit the floor and snap and she opened her eyes. Where Mr. Salem had been standing was now a very young, very frightened looking girl with blond hair. She was wearing the same ugly shirt and pant combo Mr. Salem had been wearing, but they didn't fit her very well at all. She was fifteen, Cassie knew, but she was a little underdeveloped and looked younger. On her cheek under her right eye were the small letters HS. "Oh my god!" She gasped and looked down at her body. "What the fuck just happened!" someone shouted. Someone else jumped up and ran for the door. Cassie closed her eyes and focused on them before she could really tell who it was. There was a shout from behind her and she opened her eyes. Whoever had been running for the door was now just a cat yowling and struggling to free itself from its clothes. "Everyone stay calm!" Will Peggio said and stood up. Ah, Will, Cassie thought to herself. Class president, honor roll, going to an Ivy League, Will. She'd change him somehow, but not now. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. After all if all the changes at the school happened only in her classes, it would look mighty suspicious. Will walked up to the front of the class room and put his hands on Mr. Salem's shoulders. Mr. Salem blushed as he looked up at Will, who was now much larger than him. "Will, I'm-" Mr. Salem said and was shivering. "Calm down Mr. Salem," Will said and everyone in the room seemed to calm. Cassie was impressed. Some people were just born leaders and Will was probably one of them. It was a good thing he was here actually. He'd keep everyone from panicking if he thought that was what was best to do. "Everyone stay calm. You heard what the situation was. If you panic you might end up like Tom over there," Will said and pointed to the baffled looking cat sitting on top of the pile of clothes. So it was Tom, Cassie thought to herself. She didn't really know Tom at all. Too bad for him he had to be made an example of, showing what would happen if people panicked. Some part of Cassie's mind drifting must have made her look like she had a very calm look on her face, because she caught Will's attention. "Cassie," he said and her attention snapped on to him. "Help me take these two to the nurse." Shocked Cassie smiled suddenly. This was a great excuse on her part to get out of the class room and wander around. It really would look like it was happening randomly. "Sure thing Will," she said and walked over to Mr. Salem. He looked at her pathetically and she couldn't help but smirk. "It's not funny," the young girl said. Cassie bit her tongue and took Mr. Salem's hand. He seemed willing to follow. Somehow Will had managed to get Tom without too much of a struggle and was now holding the cat in his arms petting it. "Everyone else stay here," Will said as they left. Always a good student, Will. Wouldn't want the other students off and doing something the teachers hadn't approved. Cassie knew she didn't have long before everyone started wandering about. Nurse Campbell was wide eyed as the two of them brought in the first transformees. Wider eyed still when she was told who they were. She gave Mr. Salem a girls gym uniform to wear, and she seemed to be calming down. For Tom the cat she couldn't really offer much other than to write down his name and current shape on a piece of paper. Tom seemed to be taking the change well all things considered, and was busy sniffing at his own body. "I'm going back to class, come on Cassidy," Will commanded. "Really? You want to go back to class and sit there?" Cassie replied as they walked down the hall. "Mr. Salem isn't even there to give the lesson." "Where else would I go?" Will replied and Cassie was actually a little saddened to think that he couldn't think of anywhere else to go. "Well you go ahead. I'm gonna go to the bathroom then try and find a TV to watch," Cassie lied. She'd thought of it on the way there, it was a good excuse, she thought. "Alright, I can't make you go back to class. Take care Cassidy, this today's a weird day." "It sure is," Cassie muttered under her breath as Will turned his back and wandered off. She did go to the bathroom, just to be consistent. Then she wandered through the halls as quietly as she could. She glanced through the little slit in the door and tried to pay attention to however she saw. If she saw someone she didn't like she'd close her eyes and change them in some way. She'd wait and see if anyone ran to the door then change them too. That didn't happen very much. Winny Pickens, a girl who was in Cassie's art class who was always bad mouthing other students art when they weren't around, was turned into a pig. Art Howe, who ran for the door, was turned into a male pig. That aught to make an interesting bit of idle time for the two of them after reaching the nurses office. Stanley Beckett, who ran track and thought he was cock of the walk, was turned into a jack rabbit. Mary Tirst, who Cassie didn't really know, was turned into a very masculine man. Cassie couldn't only target people she didn't like after all, that would leave a pattern. Sam Wash's dick was shrunk to be an inch long. Zoey Iselgia grew breasts the size of medicine balls. Ms. Addaline, who was the schools youngest, hottest teacher, grew a two foot long dick complete with a pair of baseball sized testes. Cassie almost burst out laughing when she watched it flop out from her skirt and her face turned red. A student she didn't know ran into her in the hallway. She couldn't have anyone knowing she'd been wandering around the halls so after they'd passed she turned him into a horse. No, a mare, just to mix things up. She heard a whiny behind her and she hustled away. Someone else would find him. Cassie looked at the clock and made her way to the bathroom again. The bell buzzed and after a moment she walked out, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The students were moving about, heading to their various classes. She heard them whisper and talk about things they'd seen or stories they'd heard. It was all anyone was talking about. Cassie looked down the hall and saw two male students talking to each other. She considered turning them into a mother and child, but decided against it. People weren't ready to see that kind of change happen in front of them. Not yet. They needed more of an introduction to chaos first. --- Ben walked down the sidewalk and cursed the fact that his flip flops were too large. They weren't even his, they were his mother's. Still they were large and awkward on his now tiny feet, but it was better than being barefoot. He also cursed the gusty sensation that came with walking in a baggy skirt with no panties. Despite masturbating twice already he still felt pretty horny. He'd gone upstairs after he heard the news broadcast. He had no idea what his sister and her friends were up to, but at this point it seemed wise to try and keep them happy. While he would have been glad to have a day off school, Cass had explicitly told him to go. She wanted him there. A part of him wanted to be there too. A part of him wanted to show off what he was now. Upstairs he'd found that nothing in his mothers room fit his chest. He tried to put on a pair of her panties only for it to tear around his ass. It was then that he noticed there was a little cage on the dresser in the room. Inside of it were two mice going at it. He remembered Cassie's words about their parents and suddenly his face flushed as he realized what he was seeing. Turning away he went back on the hunt. Digging through some of his mother's old things he finally had a victory. She had a skirt from who knows when which was barely big enough for Ben. After forcing himself into it Ben was very glad he was so short, otherwise the skirt would be short enough to give away that he was going commando when he bent over. For a shirt he'd have to settle for one of his tee's. They really showed off his boobs, and his nipples were obvious even when they weren't erect in them, but at least they were covered. Now he was walking to school and feeling incredibly exposed. No one was outside or driving around. No doubt the news broadcast kept most people indoors. He wondered if they were looking outside, watching him... It actually turned him on. And turning it on he worried it would make him wet. And being wet he felt even more obvious, and more exposed. He wondered if he should just wander into the bushes and try and relieve himself again. The thought of masturbating in public just turned him on even more. As he approached the school he looked down. His nipples were poking out of his shirt and he swore he could smell his own snatch. Before he did anything else he needed to get off. Sneaking into the school wasn't too hard. The hallways were empty, class was in session. He slipped in at one of the more remote entrances and snuck to one of the more secluded bathrooms. He wished desperately there was a lock on the door, but there wasn't. At least the room was empty. He entered one of the stalls and shimmied out of his skirt. He hung it on the coat hook on the door and sat down on the toilet seat. He hadn't actually gone to the bathroom yet as a woman, but that wasn't what was on his mind. "Ok, quiet now," he said to himself and spread his legs apart. He reached a finger down and started frantically rubbing his clit while he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He was definitely a screamer, he'd figured that out at home. Just how much of his fantasy had Cassie read about on his computer? He squeezed one of his giant tits and rubbed harder. He felt so dirty doing this here. Masturbating at school. He was a dirty girl... A dirty fucking girl- "Nnggh- AH!" He came and bit his lip so hard he was sure he must have drawn blood. Still outside of that little outburst he'd kept pretty quiet. He continued fondling himself, riding the wave of his orgasm as far as it would go. The door to the bathroom swung open and Ben froze. He lifted his feet up off the ground so no one could see him in the stall. He heard foot steps getting closer and closer and then they turned and stopped. Someone was fiddling with a belt and then a zipper opened. A man groaned contently. Ben was in the men's bathroom! He must have come in here on autopilot! Ben's heart was pounding as the man relieved himself at the urinal. Ben stayed as quiet as he could and waited. There was a flush and the sound of a zipper closing. The rustling of a belt and the man washing his hands. Ben waited and there were foot steps getting further away. The door creaked open again and then closed silently. Ben wiped himself down as best he could. He shimmied back into his skirt and all but ran out of the bathroom. Right into the another man. Ben stumbled and fell backwards, landing on the considerable cushioning of his ass. "Oh my, are you o-" The man paused and Ben looked up at him. Vincent Patrone, he was in Ben's guitar class. "Oh wow, your one of the people who got changed! Did you just get changed now?" "What- I- yes. How did you know?" Ben said stumbling through the lie. It would work well enough. "You've got two letters on your cheek. B.M... Becky Munirez?" "What?" Ben asked. "I'm trying to guess who you were before. Is that you Becky?" "What? No-" "Wait. You were coming out of the men's bathroom. That means... oh god you didn't used to be a man did you!?" Ben blushed and looked away. There was no point in hiding who he was. "Yes," he said softly. Vincent paused and then his eyes went wide. "Ben Mitchell!" he said and suddenly Ben felt his cheek feel warm. "Oh man those lettered just glowed. Is that you Ben? Are you Ben Mitchell?" Ben's cheek felt warm again and based on how Vincent's eyes widened he guess it glowed every time he said Ben's name. It made it nice and obvious who he really was. "Yeah. It's me," he said sheepishly. "Holy crap! Ben you're stacked!" Vincent said and stared directly at Ben's chest. Ben couldn't believe he was getting oggled. He felt a familiar arousing sensation and really didn't want Vincent to see his nipples get hard. "Please don't stare at me," Ben said and crossed his arms over his chest. "Right. Sorry. This is weird," Vincent said and stepped back away from Ben. "Come on, let's take you to the nurse." "The nurse?" Ben asked confused. "Yeah, everyone who gets changed is supposed to see the nurse." "Right," Ben said and inwardly shrugged. Clearly he'd missed some things. The nurses office was full of animals and a few very misproportioned people. One woman seemed pinned under her own breasts and Ben recognized Ms. Addaline trying to wrap a giant cock around her body like a belt. The nurse looked frazzled and turned and made eye contact with Vincent and Ben as they entered. "Another? What's wrong with her," Nurse Campbell said addressing Vincent. "She used to be Ben Mitchell," Vincent said and Ben felt his cheek warm again. The nurse looked at him and nodded. "Well I'm sorry Ben but this office is all but full. If you can still move on your own I'm going to have to send you back to class. The phones are all overloaded so we can't call anyone to have them come pick you up, sorry." "Umm, ok Nurse Campbell," Ben said, feeling more and more confused. Whatever Cassie and her friends were doing they certainly were pulling off an awful lot of big things simultaneously. Nurse Campbell looked at him and pouted. "Listen Ben. I know this is scary, and I know you want to be normal again. I just need you to keep calm until the authorities can figure this out." "Ok Mrs. Campbell. I can do that," Ben said nervously and Mrs. Campbell hugged him. She looked him up and down and paused. "Where'd you get that skirt?" she asked. "What?" Ben replied, not expecting the question. "Where'd you get the skirt? No one's clothes seem to have changed with them." That was true, Ben thought. Cassie hadn't changed his clothes with his body. Was that part of a plan, or a limitation of her power? "Umm, I found it. I was in the hallway when I got changed and my pants tore." "Where'd you find it? In one of the donation boxes?" Nurse Campbell asked. "Umm, yeah." Ben nodded, he felt that sounded like a good place to find it. "Brilliant! I have a feeling I'm going to be needing spare clothes more than anything else today. Can you two go to the main office and tell them to send someone to bring me all clothes from the donation bins and the lost and found. All I've got are a handful of gym uniforms." "Can do Mrs. Campbell," Vincent replied. "Thanks. And good luck Ben. Don't be too upset about being a woman now! It's got some perks!" Nurse Campbell shouted after them as they headed down the hall. It sure does, Ben thought to himself. --- Cassie's next period was a free period. One of the perks of being a senior. She excused herself from her "study hall" and got back to mischief. Another round or two of sneaking in some changes and people would start to take them for granted. Then the real fun would begin. She wandered the halls peering into the classrooms changing people. People she didn't know or people she did. She did not really have an enemies list. This wasn't some revenge fantasy. It was all planned to sow chaos. To leave everyone guessing about what was happening, and more importantly, for them to be comfortable with it. She decided she liked switching people's genders a lot. Something about finding it on her brother's computer had put the idea in her mind. Changing attractive girls into scrawny nerds, or scrawny nerds into punkish chicks, or jocks into fat girls. It was all pretty exciting. And changing their proportions. She left a dozen men with thumb sized cocks and a dozen women with foot long dongs. She turned a few men all the way female except for their cocks, she imagined they would enjoy themselves. Other changes were fun too. She made Stacy Patterson, the school's star volley ball player, shrink two feet in height, leaving her barely over four feet tall. It took her a minute to realize Ben was in that class as well. The clue had been that everyone was staring at the new girl until Stacy Patterson shrank. The look of surprise on everyone's face as they all pivoted their attention from Ben made Cassie laugh a bit. Stacy was always a bit of an ice queen, seeing her panic and shrink had been funny. Too funny, she walked right into someone. "Oof! Sorry," the boy said and looked at her. "Oh hey Cass." Cassie made eye contact and recognized him. He was Vernon Hills, one of Ben's friends. "Vernon," she said and looked him up and down. "Hell of a thing isn't it, all these changes?" Vernon said and looked her up and down. She'd always thought Vernon was a bit crass. "Sure is," she replied. "What're you doing out here? Shouldn't be out alone, what if you get changed?" Vernon said with a smile. She was sure he wanted to be the one with her. She'd shot him down before. "Why are you out alone then?" she asked. "Just going to the restroom until I ran into you. So Cass, with all these changes going on it just might be the end of the world. I believe you said you'd go out with me when hell froze over and this is pretty close." Cassie rolled her eyes. Vernon was a brat. Then an idea occurred to her. It was wicked and it could expose her, but it seemed like too much fun to pass up. She looked around to see if there was anyone else in the hallway, but it was empty. She smiled. "Vernon I don't date babies," she said and closed her eyes. Vernon shifted uncomfortably as all his clothes started to feel loose. He gasped and looked at Cassie and realized she was getting taller. No scratch that, he was getting shorter. "Oh god Cass, I'm getting changed!" he said and his trousers dropped. He darted and grabbed them but had to hold them up. Cassie opened her eyes and looked down at him. She made this change happen slowly, she wanted to see it herself. "Vernon you're shrinking!" she said with mock surprise and put her hand on top of his head. Shrinking wasn't all. He felt funny all over, especially in his crotch. He pulled open his shorts to see that not only were his cock and balls hairless, they were also pathetically small. "Oh my gosh!" he said in a high pitched voice, his head now level with Cassie's stomach. "I'm getting younger! I- wait, you called me a baby!" Cassie arched an eyebrow. "Vernon I don't know what you are saying," she said as she watched him shrink still further. His head came to her crotch, then her thighs, then his legs seemed weak and he fell to his ass. His clothes piled around him like a child playing dress up. "Cass, please stop thith," he said and brought his chubby hands up to his mouth. He shrank still further and felt a sudden weird feeling in his bowels. He'd had to go to the bathroom before, but suddenly he felt like he wasn't sure how to hold it in. The pressure on his bladder became too great and suddenly he was pissing himself. He looked up and Cassie was smiling down at him. "You are adorable, even if you wet yourself," she said and Vernon turned a bright red color. He started crying. "Cath, plth. Eignnoo," he mumbled as the changes continued, making him smaller and younger still. His eyes went wide as he felt another pressure in his bowels and immediately let out a loud wet fart as he voided himself. He saw Cassie crinkle her nose and his bawling got even louder. "Stinky little baby Vernon pooed himself. How embarrassing. It'll be even worse when someone else comes and finds you lying here, crying a pool of your own filth," Cassie said and stood up. Looking down at the little tattoo on the babies face she realized how rare VH was as a set of initials. They'd ID him in no time. That was good, because it might be a year or more before Vernon learned to talk again. His mind was still in there, his body just didn't know how to respond to his commands anymore. She stepped away from the bawling babe and wandered off down the hallway. His cried would bring someone out soon enough. Hopefully they wouldn't mind picking up the messy baby. --- Ben's English class had only been mildly mortifying. Mr. Ford had called role and when he got to his name Ben felt the tattoo on his face glow. Everyone sniggered and started muttering right away. Mr. Ford calmed them down, but Ben could feel them all glancing at him. No one seemed to want to actually talk to him. He tried to focus on the lesson. Then Stacy Patterson suddenly shrank and everyone yelped and stared at her. Ben glanced around, looking for the cause, but didn't see anyone. Maybe Cassie and her troop really had made these changes occur at random. Or maybe Cassie was invisible. She was a witch after all. Either way it was a nice relief to not be the one getting stared at. Someone escorted Stacy to the nurse a few minutes later once she'd calmed down. About ten minutes after that Stacy returned, Ben was sure the nurse had told Stacy the same thing she'd told him. She'd have to deal with being a midget. The bell rang and suddenly it was lunch. Realizing this Ben's heart sank. He'd almost certainly run into some of his friends at lunch. Word of Ben's change would spread and even if he didn't seek them out, his friends would be able to find him. There weren't many girls in the school who looked like Ben did now. What would they say? How would they take it? Ben would find out. Everyone stared at Ben in the lunch line, but they were all polite enough not to talk. Ben saw several other people with tattoos like his on their faces. Other victims. There were a fair number of them actually. Some were recognizable and some were not. They were probably all thinking similar things to what Ben was thinking now. Ben took his tray and went over to the table he and his friends normally sat at. It was a small crowd. Ben, Vernon, Chris, Kevin, Tim, and occasionally Fiona, Tim's on again off again girlfriend. Today was an off day apparently because only Chris, Kevin, and Tim were sitting at the table. They were all talking about something, but stopped abruptly when Ben sat down next to Chris. "Can we help you?" Tim asked. Ben could feel all their eyes crawling over his curvy body. He cursed himself silently for being such a slut that the attention was kind of turning him on. Ben sighed. "Best we get this over with quick. I'm Ben." "Ben Mitchell?" Chris asked and Ben's tattoo glowed. All of their eyes went wide as it did. "Yup," Ben said. He ignored their stares and started eating his lunch. As usual it was a disgusting over salted pile of gruel. It was supposed to be salsbury steak and mashed potatoes with steamed carrots and peas. It all tasted the same, salty, and had the same consistency, mush. "Holy shit Ben. You're fucking stacked!" Tim eventually said. "Seriously Ben, you might be the hottest fucking girl in school now!" Kevin added. "Knock it off guys," Ben said and felt himself blush. He knew they were all grinning at that. "Dude, what's it like? Have you felt yourself up yet?" Tim asked. "Fuck off Tim," Ben said, suddenly feeling more embarrassed than he expected. "Blow me," Tim said and paused slightly. "No seriously. Blow me. I'll give you forty bucks," Ben gagged on my food when he heard the suggestion. He'd never been solicited like a whore before. "Shut Up Tim," Chris said and I glanced up. He was giving Tim an icey cold stare I hadn't seen before. Tim met it and then shifted his gaze down to his food. He shrugged. "I was only kidding," Tim muttered quietly and started eating his food. "Ben, you're lucky. Julia Grenwald in my math class got turned into a rabbit. At least you are still human," Kevin said. "A hot human," Tim added under his breath. "I know," Ben said and kept eating his food. Eating around his breasts was a challenge and it didn't take long before a he'd dropped a glob of warm gravy down the neck of his shirt. "Damn it," Ben said and grabbed a napkin to dab at his breasts. This led to people staring, and not just Tim and Kevin from across the table. Ben looked around and suddenly realized men were staring at him from all across the room. Watching him paw clumsily at his breasts through his thin t-shirt. His nipples were hard and clearly visible through his thin t-shirt. He felt a surge of arousal and blushed. "Excuse me," he said and ran from the lunchroom. He ran blindly and stumbled into a bathroom. He turned on the sink and splashed cold water over his face. His breathing was heavy and with each breath he could feel his chest heave up and down. This was really what he wanted to be? A horny bitch who got turned on when men stared at her? She might as well be a stripper or a whore. The door swung open again. Ben turned to see Chris in the doorway. "You entered the men's bathroom," Chris said calmly. "Damn it! Again?" Ben asked. "God damn it this is... fuck!" Ben said and shoved past Chris. He ran down the hallway and entered the woman's bathroom. He swung the door open with tremendous force and two women turned from the sink and stared at him. Feeling their stares he felt just as embarrassed as he would have been if he'd been male and just done the same thing. It took all his willpower to not apologize and say 'wrong room'. Walking past the two women at the sink he strolled into one of the stalls. Inside it was just as dirty as any of the men's stalls, and had similar graffiti. He shimmied out of the skirt he'd been wearing and sat down. Using the toilet as a woman was a different experience in some ways, but in many other ones similar. He took care to wipe himself as best he could, knowing that was something girls were supposed to do. He stood up and put his skirt back on and flushed. The two girls had gone and the bathroom was now his alone. He washed his hands in silence and stared in the mirror. He really was extremely hot. He could totally take some pics of himself and he could beat off to them when he was a man again... Would he be a man again? Cassie hadn't been clear on that part. Or would she leave him like this forever? What if the Coven's plan failed and Cassie ended up in jail or worse? What if she couldn't turn him back? Ben took a deep breath and attempted to straighten his hair. He didn't have a brush or anything so it was kind of scraggly looking. It framed his face well anyways and he stuck out his tongue at the mirror. The cute girl there did the same thing of course. Ben laughed and heard a sweet girls laugh. This was who he was now. Outside the bathroom Ben found Chris waiting. "No Tim or Kevin?" Ben asked. "Those guys are assholes, you know that," Chris said with a shrug. "Yeah, but friendly assholes," Ben said. "Some of the time yes. How are you doing though, seriously Ben?" Ben looked around and saw people milling around them in the hall. They kept turning and staring at him and he felt horrifically exposed. "It's hard. I don't really want to talk about it," Ben replied and looked around at all the people. "I understand. Come with me," Chris said and held out his hand. Ben stared at it for a moment and then took it. Chris led him down the hall and around the corner to the band room. He pulled out a key and held it in front of Ben's face. "There are perks to being Mr. Tvechki's favorite student," Chris said holding up the key. He pushed it into the lock on the instrument storage room and it clicked open. Inside were stacks of boxes. The mirrored walls gave away that this room was once used by as the make up room for the drama department until it got less popular. Most of the boxes were musical instrument cases of one kind or another. Ben couldn't recognize them all. "Why did you take me here?" Ben asked, suddenly feeling isolated again. But now he was isolated with a man... That cause some strange feelings to swell in him. "Just to talk. Or to not talk. You looked like you needed to get away from people for awhile. If you want I'll go to, just lock up when you leave," Chris said and waited patiently for his next command. "Aww Chris this has been really hard," Ben vented and sat down on a piano bench near the door. "I've got tits and a fucking pussy for crying out loud! And I'm hot as fucking shit! How would you cope with that?" "Honestly?" Chris asked and walked closer to Ben. "Honestly, what would you do?" "I'd probably masturbate. A lot," Chris said putting a lot of emphasis on the last two words. Ben scoffed and blushed involuntarily. Ben looked down at the floor and didn't say anything. "Oh," Chris said and nodded in understanding. "You feel the same." "Fuck it Chris, I just get really fucking horny. And these clothes don't exactly hide anything. I'm not even wearing a fucking bra or panties!" "You're going commando under that skirt? Damn that's hot," Chris said, standing several feet from Ben. Ben looked up at Chris and realized how fucking horny he was now. How much he wanted to know what it was like to get fucked. Chris was willing. He was just waiting for a go ahead. Plus he was actually sort of attractive in a weird way Ben couldn't justify to himself at the moment. Fuck it, Ben thought to himself. "Chris, come over here," Ben said and Chris stepped closer. "Closer," Ben commanded and Chris was obeyed, his crotch a foot from Ben's face. "Closer..." Ben cooed and pulled Chris in another step. He reached up and started to undo Chris' fly. "Ben I don't know if we should-" "Chris this body wants it. I can tell you want it. This isn't about love or romance, it's just sex. I want you to fuck me Chris," Ben pulled down Chris' pants to his knees and his cock sprung free, already standing at attention. Ben felt a sudden desire to taste it and opened his mouth, taking it inside. "Oh Jesus-" Chris moaned as Ben started sucking his cock. Ben moaned back and tried to take as much of it as he could into his mouth. There was something about the taste, the sensation of giving head that ramped up the arousal Ben had been feeling a hundred fold. It felt warm and hard, but also soft somehow. Smooth and salty on his tongue. He slipped a hand up his own skirt and started fingering himself. "Shit-shit- I'm gonna-Nnghhh..." Chris groaned suddenly and Ben felt his cock twitch in his mouth. His mouth suddenly filled with a delicious, warm, salty fluid. It spilled out of his lips and down his chin before he started swallowing it. Chris' cock became limp in Ben's mouth and he pulled back, letting it fall free. Ben was sad to see it limp. He was still horny. He looked into the mirror on the wall and saw himself then. The mirror was there for people to straighten themselves up before concert recitals. Ben thought he needed cleaning up now worse than any of them ever had. A woman with a cock inches from her face, globs of cum running down her chin as she fingered herself under her skirt. He looked like a porn star. Chris saw it in the mirror too. Specifically he saw Ben's hand. "Spread your legs," Chris commanded and without thinking about it Ben complied. Chris kneeled and pushed back Ben's skirt. He grabbed Ben's hand and pushed it out of the way. "Mmm, you smell good," Chris said and leaned forward. Ben moaned loudly as Chris licked Ben's slit from bottom to top, taking special time to pause and diddle Ben's clit. Ben put his hand on the back on Chris' head and shoved him into his crotch. Chris did not resist. "Ahhh-Ah!" Ben gasped and moaned and Chris' tongue worked its way frantically in out and around his pussy furiously. It was way different than masturbating and much better. He pushed Chris' head to the spots where it felt best, though he was sure his vocal feedback were providing instructions all their own. "Shit-Shit-shit-shit-FUCK!" Ben screamed as Chris found an especially sensitive spot. His orgasm welled rapidly and then broke, causing his hips to buck frantically against Chris' face. He held Chris' face there for another few minutes as the after shock of the orgasm died down. Then he let Chris go and he looked up at Ben and smiled. "How'd I do?" Chris asked. "I've never gone down on a girl before." "You've got some natural talent then," Ben said and paused. He glanced into the mirror and saw he still had some cum on his face. He wiped it away with his fingers and looked at it. Chris was staring at him. Ben brought the fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. "How'd I do? I've never sucked a cock before." "Worst blow job I've ever received," Chris said with a smile. "What?! You certainly seemed to enjoy it!" Ben replied with a disgusted look on his face. "Well it was also the best blow job I've ever received. I've never had my dick sucked before," Chris said with a shrug. Ben remembered Chris had never really had a girlfriend. He hoped that wouldn't make this weird... "Well today's just a day of firsts then. First blow job, first cunnilingus, first magic," Ben said and his thoughts drifted off. He'd just sucked off one of his best friends and actually enjoyed it. Did that make him gay? Did that matter? "Here," Chris said and passed Ben a white rag. "It's used to polish some of the brass instruments. You can use it to wipe yourself off." They both tidied themselves up and decided they both looked nice and clean. Ben glanced at the clock and saw the lunch period was almost over. "Mmm, well that was a nice lunch," Ben said and rubbed his belly. He'd swallowed cum. Just the idea of that made him feel all warm inside. "Yes, I thought it was delicious. Let's do it again some time," Chris said they both laughed. --- The bell rang and Mrs. Wendel sighed. Students filed out of her class, and she was glad for it. She felt her years more and more everyday. Teaching biology to high schoolers was exhausting, and she was looking forward to her retirement in a few more years. Now though was an off period for her. A time to plan classes, grade, and do all the things teachers do outside of lecturing. It would almost be perfect except- "Hi Mrs. Wendel," Cassie said and walked into the room, the door hissed shut behind her. "Hello Cassidy," Mrs. Wendel replied with as much mock enthusiasm as she could muster. It wasn't much. She didn't really like Cassidy. There was something about her personality that rubbed Mrs. Wendel the wrong way. She was conceited, Mrs. Wendel thought, and arrogant. The dislike was mutual as far as Mrs. Wendel could tell. Still Cassidy had wanted a light senior year and had signed up to be a teaching assistant. She'd done well in Mrs. Wendel's biology class the previous year and so was assigned to her. Mrs. Wendel didn't really like the pairing, but she wasn't about to rock the boat and complain. "I've got the latest homework for you to grade," Mrs. Wendel said and pointed to the stack of papers on the corner of her desk. Cassie nodded and picked up the stack. She had a weird smirk on her face and sat down with them. Mrs. Wendel stretched and looked around. In the corner Max was lapping loudly at his water bottle and Mrs. Wendel looked at it and pouted. Max was the classroom pet, a male rat. There were supposed to be students who helped take care of him, but they rarely did. She had tried to get Cassidy to do it, but that had just resulted in an argument over her responsibilities. Mrs. Wendel walked over to the cage and disconnected Max's water bottle. She refilled it and reattached it, then gave him some food at well. When she turned back around she jumped when she realized Cassidy was standing right behind her, smiling impishly. "Cassidy!" she blurted out. "You startled me! Do you have a question about the homework assignment key?" "You don't like me, do you Mrs. Wendel?" Cassie asked. "Sure I do Cassidy," Mrs. Wendel lied. "Don't you like me?" "Not really. You're kind of a selfish prick, and a pretty lousy teacher." Mrs. Wendel felt the blood drain from her face. "Cassidy! Didn't your parents ever teach you how to talk to your elders!" Cassie shrugged. "I suppose, but I probably wasn't listening." "Cassidy! Go to the principal's office right this minute!" Mrs. Wendel commanded and pointed to the door. "I don't think so. Mrs. Wendel, I wanted you to know before this happens that this isn't cause I don't like you. I just thought it would be funny," Cassie said and closed her eyes. Mrs. Wendel stood there mouth agape and they fluttered slightly, then opened. The grin turned wolfish and Cassie stepped back. "Cassidy, if you don't march yourself to the principles office this second you'll be sorry!" Mrs. Wendel said sternly, but her voice shook slightly. Her whole body was tingling. Cassie said nothing and just stared at her. "Cassidy, this is my las-" Mrs. Wendel shivered slightly and blinked. She opened her eyes and felt really weird. She looked at Cassidy and thought she looked taller. Her hands felt really funny and she looked down at them. They were old hands, like her, but they looked younger than she remembered. Thinner too. Her knuckles looked like they were swollen. Was sudden onset arthritis a thing? She felt the shoulder of her blouse sag suddenly and fall to her elbow. Her eyes went wide and she lifted it back up. Then she looked at Cassidy again and gasped out loud. Cassidy was much taller, easily towering over Mrs. Wendel by a foot or more. Mrs. Wendel glanced around and realized Cassidy was not getting taller. She was shrinking! "Cassidy! I'm changing!" Mrs. Wendel shouted shrilly. One of her students had changed in her second period class. Jacob Peters. Poor boy grew a pair of breasts that would make a stripper jealous. "You're pretty dense Mrs. Wendel. That's another reason I don't like you," Cassie said and shook her head. She seemed to grow up away from Mrs. Wendel who groaned uncomfortably as she felt a pressure near the base of her spine. She reached her hand down to massage the tense spot and yelped in surprise. She turned and looked. There, poking out just above her pants was a short tail. "Oh no! Cassidy help me! Take me to the nurse right away!" This was very different from the change that had happened to Jacob. His change had only taken a few seconds to complete. "Nah, I want to watch. Besides it's not like she could help you," Cassie said and Mrs. Wendel glanced down at her hands again. They looked fuzzy. She touched them gently to realize it was real. She was growing white fur. She felt a tingling on her face and reached up to feel the fuzz growing there as well. Her pants fell to the floor, unable to be supported by her diminished frame. She looked down and saw that her legs were covered in the same white fur, though they also had some black patches. And on top of that, they didn't have any of the wrinkles or age spots that they had had that morning. "I see you've found the bright side. You're getting younger too. A lot younger." "Cassid-ee!" Mrs. Wendel's hand's went up to her mouth after she squeaked involuntarily. She felt a pressure around her jaw and glanced up at Cassidy who towered over her as shirt fell to the ground around her. Her breasts and womanly curves had long since vanished, leaving her thinner than she'd been since she was a teenager. She couldn't have been more than two feet tall, and her tail was almost half as long as she was. Unlike the rest of her it didn't appear to be covered in white fur. "You still haven't figured out that I'm the one who is changing you, have you?" Cassidy said and leaned forward, bringing her face directly over the tiny furry woman. Mrs. Wendel tried to respond, but instead groaned as her legs suddenly warped beneath her. Stretching and rearranging, she could no longer stand upright. She leaned her head up and stared in equal parts terror and wonder at the woman looking down at her. "Cassid-ee! Plee-ase change me back! I don't wanna bee-" Mrs. Wendel squeaked shrilly as she tried to speak. Her ability to do so was cut off as her face warped and pushed out into a snout. Short whiskers sprouted out from around the pink nose she could now see and she tried again to speak, but only a squeak came out. Shocked at her body, she wasn't able to respond as Cassie's hand came down and picked her up by her tail. She squeaked again, it was very uncomfortable, but not painful. She turned to see what was going on, then turned back to see herself right in front of Cassidy's now giant face. "Well Mrs. Wendel, you never let me do much as a teaching assistant other than grade things, so I think it's time I come up with a lesson plan all my own," Cassie said with a smirk. The world swung around Mrs. Wendel as Cassie opened Max's cage and held her over it. Mrs. Wendel let out a final squeak before being dropped. Down, down, down, it felt like falling from a ten story building at her size. Then, plop! She landed in the shavings on the bottom of the cage with a slight 'oof' or the rat equivalent, completely unharmed. She glanced up and saw Cassie closing the cage over her. Her heart sank. She was trapped like a rat in a cage. Well, she was exactly that. She watched Cassie step away from the cage and walk towards the board. She scurried awkwardly, unsure of how to move her new limbs, and made her way to the edge of the cage. She watched as Cassidy wrote on the board. NEW CLASS PROJECT. RODENT PROCREATION STUDY. MAX HAS A NEW FRIEND, WENDY. THEY ARE GOING TO BE VERY CLOSE. TAKE NOTES EACH DAY ON WHAT THE TWO LOOK LIKE AND HOW THEY ARE ACTING. -MRS. WENDEL Mrs. Wendel felt a pit forming in her stomach as she reach the words. She was going to get bred, with Max! Not bloody likely! She wasn't about to- Then she smelled something and turned. She squeaked as she saw Max behind her, sniffing at her. He looked huge compared to her! His brown fur and size reminded her of a bear! She scurried away quickly and Max watched her go. Then he casually walked over to her again. She continued to walk around, avoiding Max, and he continued to follow her, always trying to sniff at her... hind parts. She wasn't about to let it get to anything beyond that! Just because she was really horny didn't mean- She felt the pit in her stomach get deeper as she realized what she'd just thought, and how true it was. She was EXTREMELY turned on. It was the smell, and the smell was Max. Something about it excited her more than she'd been since she was a teenager making out with her then boyfriend under under the bleachers during a football game. Fuck it! It didn't matter how horny she was, she wasn't about to- While she was lost in thought, Max came up behind her and licked her. Her intimate parts. Her resistance slumped and if she were still a human she would have moaned. Instead she lifted her ass up into the air, and her new tail moved itself out of the way. Max didn't need more prodding. He crawled ontop of her while her head was still swimming from his lick and before she could think of anything else she felt him thrust inside her. The sensation was incredible, she was fairly certain she orgasmed immediately. Max thrust frantically in her and she felt herself cum again and again, lost amid the sensations of her tiny furry body. A few seconds later she felt Max twitch insider her and fill her with his cum. Max climbed off her and scurried away, apparently no longer interested. Mrs. Wendel lay there for awhile and she couldn't believe what she'd just done. Worse that she had enjoyed it. Enjoyed it a lot. It was some of the best sex she'd ever had, and it had been with the class pet Max. Her eyes came in to focus and she looked up to see Cassidy staring down at her smirking. "I don't really know much about rat procreation. I hope you aren't pregnant already, at least some of the students should get to see the act of procreation! I can't wait to read all their reports!" Cassie said and laughed. Mrs. Wendel suddenly felt as small as she was. Beaten and humiliated. She was just a rat now, not a woman, not a teacher. From now on her life was going to take place inside this tiny cage. Just her and Max. Cassie stood up and looked down at the tiny little Mrs. Wendel. As per the agreement of the coven, Mrs. Wendel had been marked just like everyone else. No one would see it though, her fur hid the letters EW, almost completely. What could be seen looked like a tiny black speck on her black and white fur. Cassie had put her body in heat right now, so she knew Mrs. Wendel would enjoy the sex at the very least. Cassie grabbed the stack of papers she had and hit the lights. She wandered down the hall and dumped the papers in the trash. No one would miss them. Mrs. Wendel would be reported missing eventually, and maybe even found, but amid all the other chaos that might take awhile. Cassie smiled to herself. Biology had always been one of her favorite subjects. Z