All the Anarchy sisters wanted was a time to get away from the stress of their demonic ghost-hunting duty. The fact that they rarely ever worked, and tended to laze around, eating and banging whatever they wanted, didn't matter to them at all. They still managed to sneak away from their caretaker to get a few weeks out at the beach, swindling their way into a fancy resort. It was just unfortunate for them that their arch-rivals, the hellish Daemon sisters, happened to pick the same resort to vacation as well. The red-skinned devils couldn't let this affront to their peace stand, and they resorted to pulling out one of their most devious tricks they could find. The arcane book of runes weren't supposed to be used except by the most powerful demons in the underworld, which, according to Kneesocks, referred to her and Scanty.
The fanged wenches had successfully slipped the runes onto the 'heroic' angels when the two dozed on the beach one day. A simple, pig-faced rune slapped onto the embodiment of gluttony, and a mouse symbol on the flat, pointed breasts of the blonde, lusty angel. Appropriate punishments, the demons thought, sneaking back and watching the magic unfold.
The insidious runes didn't fully transform their subjects right away. The magic struck in bursts, getting stronger with each pulse of demonic energy that filled Panty and Stocking's bodies. It was subtle enough that the two angels didn't even notice the changes at first. Panty's breasts filled out the top of her swimsuit a little more, and Stocking's appetite grew to be even larger than normal, but all in all, nothing all that unusual.
As the hours dragged on though, the changes grew more obvious. At first, Panty was thrilled by the changes rippling through her body. The blonde had always been jealous of her big-titted sister, who constantly flaunted her breasts to all the hot boys and girls to get whatever she wanted. She'd always been cursed with the smaller chest. She was gifted with more sensitive boobs, she'd always bragged, but she still knew that they were far too small for many people's liking. Two hours after the curse was applied, she'd caught up to her sister's size, with her boobs bouncing with each step and filling out her top with an impressive amount of tit-flesh.
The growth of her breasts didn't end there, though. They simply continued to swell, the growth coming in quicker pulses and larger bursts of inflation. Panty was so stunned by the growth of her boobs, that she didn't realize the other changes being forced upon her body as well. Her figure, already somewhat diminutive in size, began shrinking down bit by bit. Her musculature was waning away, making her arms and legs thinner and more frail-looking, gradually making it more difficult to hold up her burgeoning breasts. At the same time, new growths formed on the blonde; a tiny sprout of a mouse's tail pushing out from above her flat rump, while her ears began growing with each pulse of growth. They widened and turned somewhat circular, a faint grey coming to them as well.
By the time Panty actually noticed the odd changes to her body, and grew concerned about what was happening, the mental changes seeping into her made it harder for her to speak out about it. Suiting the personality of a small mouse, Panty's personality shifted to become more timid every hour. The brash blonde found it more difficult to flaunt her breasts to try and seduce men into doing whatever she wanted. In time, she even started getting embarrassed about her size, worrying what people would think when they grew so big that they burst out of her top.
Stocking, already being a glutton, took even longer to see something wrong with her body. She was hungry, sure, but she was always hungry. The woman typically ate fudge by the pound, and relished that her angelic metabolism meant that she never gained an ounce of weight. The ice cream stand nearby sold a cone to her every ten minutes, and was always happy to see the sugar-loving goth come back for more.
But, with the rune taking hold of her appetite, it wasn't just sweets that started to entice her. It was all food. Nothing was enough for her. The brief break they took back to their hotel had Stocking clearing out the mini-fridge of everything it contained. It didn't matter what she guzzled down; soda, chips, candy, or every item on the room service menu. Stocking needed it in her belly and she needed it in there as soon as possible. Her desire to see her stomach filled meant that she didn't notice the effect it had on her waistline. No longer did her food seem to vanish after getting digested. It was filling her out in all the right places, and a few of the wrong ones as well. Stocking's washboard stomach was gone, replaced by a pot belly in short order.
Unfortunately for Stocking, the fact that she'd always carried a set of rocking, bulbous boobs, meant that she wasn't able to look down and see the stomach encroaching over her lap. Some of the fat she grew ended up going to her breasts as well, increasing the amount of time it took for her to realize something was off. At the same time, Stocking's rump grew more doughy, stretching out her bikini bottom and showing off more of her pale, round cheeks to all the passersby. It wasn't a thong when she put it on that morning, but it was in just a few hours.
The fat spread all across Stocking's body, but most of it ended up going straight to her gut. Eventually, her belly pushed out further than her bosom, like a sunrise over two mountains. Her shock was palpable, but not strong enough to quell her hunger. Nothing would at this point... unless the rune was removed. The only way that was happening is if the person who put it on took it off, and there was nothing that could convince Kneesocks to do so, especially not when Stocking began snorting as the pig changes reared their head.
As she shoved her face into whatever food she could get her grubby hands on, Stocking's belly began taking on a pink tint. The flabby tummy growled even as she continually filled it with all the unhealthy food she could find. Her ears flapped over and became triangular when she found a tub of caramel popcorn and pushed it into her mouth until it was empty. Her massive booty bounced as a curly-wurly tail popped up on the small of her back. It wouldn't be long until her feet transformed into stubby, black hooves, and her instincts would revert to the point where all she could do was stand on all fours and shove her face in a pudding-filled trough.
"Mmmf, mmngh, mmf," Stocking moaned in the midst of her latest binge. Every bite she took made her moan with pleasure, the sensitivity of her body had skyrocketed to the point where the simple act of eating turned her on. "I don't know, oink, what's going on, ah. But I know those demon skanks are responsible!" she stated, shoving half a hot dog in her face and preparing for the next bite.
"Ah!" Panty's high-pitched voice squeaked as she squirted far more lotion on her boobs than necessary. The bottle was cold, and against her ultra-sensitive breasts, the contact felt like it froze a few brain cells. "Y-You, squeak, think so?" she asked timidly, afraid to touch her hands to her bosom and actually rub the lotion in. "But, that's, that's so… mean," she whispered, as her blush spread even deeper across her face. Her timid changes made it impossible for her to even curse anymore, her shyness reaching new heights.
"Exactly!" Stocking shouted, slapping her enormous gut and making the belly wobble. "Look at this ass, this is not normal!" she added, spanking her butt for emphasis and pausing for a moment as a shockwave of pleasure hit her head like a tidal wave. "Snrk, oooh god~"
"I, I think your a… butt looks fine," Panty replied, wincing as her nipples perked up at the sight of her sister's imminent orgasm, the puffy nubs looking like pink softballs on top of her boobs. "I just wish my ti… b-boobs weren't so… sensitive," she whined, feeling her own climax approaching.
"Huhuhuhu…" From up on the sand dunes, Scanty and Kneesocks applauded each other for successfully appearing to beat their rivals. It wouldn't be long now until Panty was nothing more than a mouse with a giant pair of boobs attached, so weak that she wasn't even able to lift them off of the ground. "Well done, Miss Kneesocks, your plan worked spectacularly!"
"Thank you, sister," the glasses-wearing demon said proudly. "The Timid Titmouse rune for Panty, and the Porky Pig for Stocking. I knew they'd be too dim to realize the changes!"
"And you were so right!" Scanty replied. "Now what shall we do?" she inquired.
"Well," Kneesocks commented with a smirk. "How about we find us some mates for the day? I daresay I'm feeling in the mood for a little… sexual activity."
"Oh I agree," Scanty replied. "There's some young studs I saw out there today, maybe I'll snag one of them myself, huhuhu. Let's move on then!" Their decision made, Scanty and Kneesocks adjusted their slingshot bikinis and headed towards a group of hot young men, unaware of the consequences they'd suffered for using the book. Scanty's lips were looking a little plumper, thanks to the Catty Cougar rune on her right butt cheek, while the Bubblebutt Bunny on Kneesocks' left had given her even more of a wedgie. At least Panty and Stocking wouldn't be alone in their animalistic fates.
Tags: transformation, multiple transformations, revenge, mental transformation, anthro transformation, pig transformation, mouse transformation, breast expansion, weight gain, pleasure, magic, anime
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Story by BioYuGi |
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Artwork by Amblagar |
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