#transformation
It was an accident. Natasha had been really thirsty and there were no bathrooms nearby, it was perfectly reasonable that she couldn’t hold it for ever. It certainly had nothing to do with the curse, she didn’t even believe in curses. It wasn’t like someone could just curse you to loose all control of your bladder, that would be absurd.
These were all things Natasha was sure of. Natasha was wrong.
It had been a week since she had accidentally broke the old pot at the antique shop, and she had already paid the absurdly high price of the ugly looking thing. The man behind the counter had told her to be careful or she might end up having another accident, and she had left the shop thinking her was threatening her. That when she peed herself, or at least shortly after. Her friends had dragged her to a movie after they finished shopping and she felt so thirsty, she ended up drinking a full extra large cup of coke only to find that the theaters bathrooms were out of order. She ran out to the car and tried to figure out somewhere she could go, but she couldn’t hold it any longer and…
A warmth spread across her crotch and ass and slowly down her thighs, as a large dark spot appeared on her pants. She looked down in dismay realizing she had just wet herself out in public. her pants were getting pretty thoroughly soaked and she moaned as she realized just how much she had peed. As the flow finally subsided she became aware that her best friend had just watched her piss all over herself and even… did she actually moan out loud?
“Holy shit Natasha, I guess you really had to go!” Her friend laughed. “What are you part race horse? Damn… Okay hold up, hide behind that bush over there.” She motioned for Natasha to hide. “I’ve got a towel and an old skirt that doesn’t fit anymore in the trunk, we can fix this before anyone comes out.”
Within a few minuets she was dressed again, and her piss stained clothing was in a trashbag in the trunk.
“t-thanks,… I don’t know what happened, I usually have a really strong bladder. An overactive one, but a strong one.”
“That’s true, I’ve seen you go every hour on the hour before…Well, I guess you just really had to go this time.” she laughed it off and they got back into the car. Natasha couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong though.
The following day had brought misery of it’s own, she had been standing making dinner in the kitchen when she nearly slipped. There was a puddle at her feet and her pants were… She had peed herself, again, and this time she hadn’t even noticed. She was getting pretty upset at this point and went to see her doctor the following day. She had gone through a lengthy speech about various things that could influence the frequency of urination and other things not pertinent to her situation. The speech stopped when she noticed that Natasha had peed herself while they spoke and hadn’t noticed. Tests were done at that point and they discovered that her pelvic floor seemed to not working be correctly. It should have been working fine but for some reason the muscles that controlled her bladder were loose and seemed to be getting looser.
Natasha walked out to her car and changed into the spare clothes she now constantly carried with her.
Three days later and Natasha didn’t know what to do. She was peeing herself over a dozen times a day at this point, some times she could tell and managed to run around a corner and hide, but other times she was barely able to get her pants off in time. At least once a day…she didn’t even notice, she would be completely unaware of how soggy her pants were. She eventually switched to wearing only flowing dresses and going barefoot, hoping she could avoid some of the hassle of changing her clothes.
That didn’t make it any less embarrassing though, all of her friends knew at this point. They knew that she had no control over her bladder, and some of them thought she was getting off on peeing everywhere, some of the times she wet herself she couldn’t help but to moan and one time she even… She didn’t want to think about it but she couldn’t help herself. One of the times she had actually gotten off to it. She found that thinking about how she had no control at all was turning her on and she had started fingering herself while she peed all over her legs behind a convenience store.
She went back in for further testing, but she couldn’t explain what had happened and neither could the doctors. Her body just stopped working right all of the sudden and as far as the doctors were concerned it was permanent and untreatable. She thanked the doctors and rushed out to her car, a large wet patch already soaking the tight jeans she had put on. She had taken to wearing them again, there was just something about seeing them get soaked that made her get so horny. She jumped into the backseat on the plastic sheet she had and didn’t even shut the door before her hand was in her pants flicking her clit and slipping three fingers into her warm wet pussy.
As she steadily picked up rhythm while imagining herself peeing all over her best friend she felt her pussy clench around her hand and she had to stifle a scream. She rocked her hips back and forth with a twitch as she came, and she only looked up when she saw a couple of teenagers with a phone recording her. She nearly died of embarrassment, they had just recorded her fingering herself until she came while wearing jeans soaked in her own piss. She screamed for them to get away and they laughed as they ran off. She knew they would have the video up on some website within hours and it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew. Before everyone knew that she was some freaky piss obsessed slut.
She couldn’t go anywhere in town without getting stared at now. If they weren’t looking at the large wet spots that frequently ruined her pants, they were just giving her judgemental stares. Nothing was the same now, her life had been turned on it’s head ever since she broke that pot. Suddenly she remembered the words of the shopkeeper “Be careful or you might have another accident.” It was a thin lead, but she felt like it was important and she drove over to the shop immediately. She was careful not to tear the plastic lining covering the inside of her car and made sure her pants weren’t already wet. She entered the store and spotted the same man behind the counter, he saw her and a smirk crossed his face for a moment.
“You, what did you do to me!?”
“Me?” He looked at her innocently.
“Yeah, you and your ‘accident’ thing, I can’t stop peeing everywhere now, what the fuck did you do to me!?”
“Hahaha 'I’ didn’t do anything. 'You’ are the one who broke the chamber pot.”
“Broke the what… You mean that pot i knocked over?”
“Yes 'that pot’ was an ancient chamber pot owned by a woman accused of witchcraft, they say she had a particular interest in… urine.”
“S-so what… Are you trying to say.. that…”
“Yes, you got yourself cursed, and by the looks of it pretty bad.” He grinned as a dark wet patch covered her legs and ass again.
“How do I undo the curse!?”
“I would think you need the witches spellbook.”
“Well where is it, give it to me!”
He laughed at her request. “I don’t sell occult manuscripts, this is an antique shop not some place for black magic.”
“You had a cursed pot!”
“Details… point being, I don’t have the book and I can’t help you, so if you could kindly leave before you get piss all over my floor that would be appreciated.”
Natasha was so mad, mad at him, mad at the witch, mad at herself. There was nothing to do about it though and she left the shop in defeat. There was no way she was going to be able to find where the book went and she was going to spend the rest of her life peeing all the time. The thought turned her on again, being stuck like this. Never getting control ever again, she groaned and tried not to think about it. Everyone knowing that she enjoyed peeing herself, that she liked being covered in piss. She didn’t even notice that she was playing with herself again.
Back in the shop the man behind the counter grinned as he saw through the shop window that she was in her car and seemed quite.. 'busy’ with something.
“Dear, maybe we should end the curse, surely this is enough?” A beautiful woman in a long black dressed cooed as she stepped out from the curtain blocking off the back room.
“She broke your favorite vase though, she needs to learn her lesson first.”
“So cruel… I love it.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss before carrying her spellbook to the back and returning to her studies.
“Maybe I’ll end the curse… in a few years… maybe..”
Steve grunted with effort and lifted the ladder over his shoulder, carrying it back to the store room. A simple sign now hung on the shop wall saying; May Overstock Sale 75% maternity costumes. Steve walked back to his chair and put his feet up on the counter, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.
“Hi… uh… Steve.” A girl with long blonde hair stood in front of the counter. “My names Fallon, I’m here to buy a costume and i saw that the sign says that the pregnancy costumes are on sale right?”
He looked at her with a sarcastic expression “Unless the sign is lying.” She didn’t quite know what to say to his flippant attitude and he sighed deeply at her “Yes… they are on sale.”
Fallon tried to win him over and flashed a pretty smile and thanked him and walked further into the shop, the service might not be impressive but the craftsmanship was. She walked past rows and rows of bins and shelves stocked with all manner of costume. It was a specific type of outfit she needed though, she was looking for a maternity costume. She was going to play the lead in a play down at the theater, and the main character was quite pregnant. Normally she would have just got the costume designer to make her something, but she had broken her wrist in a stage accident and they were all using old costumes for this play. Sadly there was no pregnancy costume in the large chest of costumes out back and that was what lead to her being in the strange costume shop at the back of the mall.
She was glad the outfit was on sale, the prices weren’t… unreasonable, but it was her own money and she didn’t have a lot to throw around on it. She was still fretting over the poor seamstress’s hand when her deep green eyes finally spied it.
“Yes, this is exactly what I need.” She pulled out an unflattering outfit from the shelf. It was a thick and padded white outfit, but it’s shape looked just like that over a heavily pregnant woman with massive breasts. She would easily look like she was a month passed due with twins in this costume, but she was the only one with the skills to pull of a character like Madam Em. The sign said all outfits fit any size and she was in a hurry so she didn’t bother to check if it actually fit. She simply took it to the counter and asked to be rung up.
Steve looked annoyed to put his phone back down and quickly too her money and stuff the outfit unceremoniously in a plastic bag. He thrust it out to her and went back to texting someone. She left the store in a hurry, the strange cashier made her feel nervous, and she fiddled with her glasses anxiously. It didn’t matter though, she had the perfect costume to wear under that big dress, and it hadn’t cost her much.
A few days later was their first rehearsal and she was in the dressing room getting into character. The thick outfit had two straps to hook your arms through and hung off her heavily. Fallon huffed with effort, surprised at just how heavy it was sitting on her chest. The breasts were immense, if they had been real tits they would have easily been the size of soccer balls, they even had large protruding nipples. If the tits were big, the belly was huge, she felt like a blimp, she couldn’t see her feet no matter how far she bent, and come to think of it, she didn’t want to risk bending over. The weight of her belly so so much that she was afraid to loose balance.
She slowly managed to get the flowy dress over the costume and took a look at herself in the large mirror. She looked… ready to give birth. The costume was extremely believable, she moved a little and watched her belly and tits jiggle, moving with every breath. The outfit seemed tighter now, like it was even better fitted than before. She rubbed her belly for a moment and was surprised how warm it felt, it was almost like-
“Fallon are you ready yet?” one of the other actress’s poked her head through the door.
“O-oh, uh.. yeah!”
“Iiii’m not interrupted something am I?” She joked.
“W-what!? No, i.. I’m coming.” She grabbed her script and straightened her glasses before rushing after her as fast as she could. The outfit was heavy, but she felt surprisingly winded trying to run in it.
The rehearsal went on for quite a while, Fallon’s feet were sore, and she really needed to pee, but she was determined to keep going.
“Uh… ?”
She frowned, annoyed to have to stop again and break character. “Yeah what’s up?”
“Don’t you think the milk is taking it a bit far? I mean, congrats on figuring out how to get.. whatever you did to work, but its kind of distracted seeing you leaking all over the place.”
“Now now Derrick, if she wants to be method with this I’m not gonna tell her no. *sigh* Nows a good a time as any to call it wraps for the night anyhow. Great job with putting the extra effort in on that outfit Fallon, you all could learn a thing or two from her,”
Fallon nervously rushed off the stage, if the compliments weren’t embarrassing enough, getting them for having an outfit that actually lactates was cringeworthy. She went back to the changing room and started to strip out of the dress. It had two large wet spots were the milk had seeped though. It even kinda of smelled like milk she thought. The dress was much harder to get off than to put on and she struggled to get out of it. Eventually it finally came off and she had to try not to fall over as it caught on her head.
With the dress finally off she went to remove the heavy pregnancy suit. Her tits felt sore and the heavy belly must be crushing her. As she looked down nearly fainted. there… there was no outfit. No costume, nothing, just skin, just her own body looking as heavily pregnant as the costume. She reached down and grabbed hold of her huge tits, giving one of the a squeeze and moaning as a few arcs of pearly white milk sprayed all over the changing room mirror.
She was nearly hyperventilating. There was no costume at all any more, it was her own body that was all swollen and pregnant looking. Gone were her perky B cups, and lightly toned abs, instead she had breasts bigger than her head, capped with light brown areolas that puff out to a nipple larger than her thumb, droplets of milk hanging from it’s tip. Below the huge tits was the belly of a pregnant woman, not just any pregnant woman, but a woman so heavily pregnant as to be nearly comical. She felt her bump with a mixture of shame and arousal. As much as she was freaking out, her hormones were so out of balance that her libido was already sky rocketing. She was… she was attracted to this? Was she really getting off on being stuck looking like some pregnant chick. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror again. The belly should have been obscene, but she held it tight with both arms and found herself enjoying the feeling of the plush warm flesh pressing back against her arms just a little too much.
A short time later Fallon left the changing room wearing a loose coat from the chest, she nearly got to her car before she ran into Derrick.
“Wow… damn Fallon you are crazy. This is taking your work home with you a bit much don’t you think?” He gestured to her gravid belly and breasts. “Are you really gonna keep wearing that all the time?”
She didn’t have an excuse planned, a reason that she would keep wearing the outfit, all she could think of was to embrace the lie. “Yeah, I’m just that method, I’m gonna wear it the whole play.”
“You are way too serious about this shit..” he laughed, leaving her standing by her car awkwardly. She felt a little ashamed that she was going to run around looking like a heavily pregnant girl, but as much as she wanted to go straight back to the store and demand for that little Steve shit to fix this, she hoped that this was permanent even more, and Fallon was going to die of embarrassment for that.
She slowly managed to get into her car and found that driving while this pregnant looking was an issue, her belly pressed against the steering painfully, and her tits were spilling all over the place. She couldn’t get her seatbelt on and she eventually had to give up on it and just hope that she didn’t get pulled over.
Luck was not on her side though. She was only half way home when she heard the ominous beee-whooop and flashing blue lights. She started swearing under her breath and started to try and think up a plan. The officer got up to her window, a small clipboard in hand. He tapped on the window with the back of his knuckle and flashed a light inside as she wound down the window.
“Hello mam, do you realize how fast you were going?”
“Officer I… she sighed and looked down at her heavy tits, which were dripping milked down her belly under her shirt. "I don’t know if you can see but I’m.. I’m very pregnant.”
He seemed to take stock of just how large she was, and when he noticed how much milk was seeping through her shirt his face turned quite red. “Oh, uh… yes, you are. You look like you uh… you need to get home and take care of a few things right?”
She gave him a relieved look and he took the bait. “I’ll ignore the ticket this time, just don’t make a habit of speeding like that.” he nervously rushed back to his cruiser and left. Fallon sighed and tried to clean a little of the milk off the steering wheel before continuing to drive home. This had to be the weirdest day of her entire life, she was just glad she was good enough at acting to pull off this whole pregnancy thing…
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Ashlynn’s tail curled around her leg as she held the large corkscrew mushroom up to her nose. It did smell good… hell it smelled really good. Her stomach growled and she winced. There was no way this wasn’t going to end badly, but it wasn’t like she could just not eat, especially with creatures like the ones they had fended off last night lurking about. Her thoughts strayed to last night and the Imp attack. Piper had been brutal with her club like dildo, and she had… been adequate with her stick, she admired the walking stick in her other hand, feeling a little safer with some form of weapon. The goblin with the red orange hair waved at her to hurry up as she walked down the rocky trail, her thick green hips swaying enticingly.
Ashlynn adjusted her glasses and sighed. The rich salty taste that entered her mouth was a bit unexpected, it reminded her of bacon and she groaned happily at the mouth watering flavor. All thoughts of what might happen had flown from her mind as she greedily devoured the mushroom. It was the size of a man’s fist, and it took a few bites to finish, but it didn’t make her any less hungry, if anything she felt hungrier. She sighed again and jogged over to catch up with Piper. As the petite black haired champion jogged her spade tipped tail trailed straight out behind her and her D cup breasts were desperately needing some support. Her tits weren’t the only thing jiggling though, she felt unusually heavy as she caught up to the surprisingly fast goblin, it was almost as if she had put on some weight. She looked down and blinked in confusion, it looked like she had the start of a muffintop. Her flat tummy now had a soft doughy curve to it, not enough to look fat, but it looked like she hadn’t worked out in a while. Her hips and ass had grown slightly larger as well, filling out her simple pants and making them cling tightly to her curves.
The Champion swore under her breath, She must have gained more than ten pounds from that damn mushroom, easily weighing 135 lbs now. It was bad enough having her tits suddenly grow two cup sizes, but now she was filling out downstairs as much as up. Maybe that’s why Piper has such extreme curves, though with the goblin’s carefree attitude Ash wouldn’t be surprised by anything she ate. She frowned at her soft belly, then noticed that her skin looked kind flush… almost as if it were.. Ashynn realized her skin had changed from it’s normal fair complexion to a light shade of pink. At least It didn’t look as unnatural as Piper’s light green skin and purple nipples
“Damn girl, looks like that mushroom treated ya’ right. You were way too skinny before anyhow, nobody wants to fuck a girl without any meat on her bones.” Piper chirped.
“Thanks?” Ash couldn’t decide if Piper was complimenting or taunting her. Tall trees loomed in front of them, and they were rapidly approaching a small hole in the underbrush where the trail passed through. “So how big is this forest anyhow?”
“To tell you the truth I haven’t exactly been through this part, us goblins are pretty territorial when it comes to cock huntin’ grounds. I usually am down to the south of the mountain, but when I saw the glow I just had to check. Last year some hunky guy came through and he had a dick so big you could-”
“I get the idea…”
“Anyhow, I was hopin’ that you were gonna be packing something impressive even if you looked like a girl, but your just another slut like me.”
“Hey, who said anything about me being a slut!?”
“Heh, champions don’t last long around here before they end up sluts or demons themselves. Buuuuuuuut don’t you worry, Piper is here!” The goblin pulled her long pink dildo from it’s sword sheath and pointed it toward the opening to the woods. “There ain’t a cock in these woods I can’t beat, so you just stick with me and everything’s gonna be fine!”
Ash’s tail curled around her lightly curved thigh and her heavy breasts heaved as she let out a sigh. What exactly did Piper think fine meant anyhow?
…
Somewhere in the forest.
…
“Admit it, were lost. I haven’t seen a speck of trail in over an hour.”
Piper wasn’t about to admit defeat just yet. “I know exactly where we are, and as soon as I figure out how to get somewhere else we will be right where we are supposed to be.”
Ashlynn frowned, it was already well passed afternoon and they had made little if any progress. She leaned up against a tree while Piper checked a map she pulled out from one of her many pouches. Ash felt a little lethargic, and Piper was taking so long she decided to close her eyes for just a moment. She had barely closed the lids when she smelled something sweet, sickeningly sweet. She opened her soft brown eyes and they went wide from fright, she saw a dripping wet pussy inches from her face, she went to shout to the goblin, but as she opened her mouth the unexpected vagina darted forward and latched on to her face with a wet smack.
Piper placed the map on the ground and began to try and find any landmark that might indicate where they were. She was blissfully unaware that a series of vines had pulled Ash tight to the tree, and a particularly large one with a vulgarly shaped flower at the end was grinding against the champions face, covering her in it’s sweet nectar.
Ashlynn struggled against her binds, the thick knobby vines tore at her simple shirt until they got a hold of her breasts and started to wrap around them, squeezing and tugging. Ashlynn wanted to… to flee… but… the taste of the pussy shaped flower was making her lightheaded, and the attention her breasts and nipples were receiving was making her feel like she shouldn’t ever leave. The sweet sap had completely covered her chest, leaving her breasts wet and sticky. If it wasn’t bad enough that she had gotten the start of a belly this morning, the sheer volume of sweet sap had filled her to the point that she looked stuffed.
Even in the dim haze of arousal that trapped Ash, she could see through her sap covered glasses. There was a large bulge in the vine that was moving toward her slowly, and she got the distinct feeling that this plant was going to place some sort of seed inside her if she didn’t escape quickly. The only thing she could think to do was quick the tree sharply, hoping the dull thwack of her boots on the wood would be loud enough to alert the preoccupied goblin.
Piper was pretty sure they had taken a wrong turn at the big rock a mile back. Or was it when they went around that hill? *thud* Or maybe it was when they crossed the stream? *thud thud* Or maybe *THUD THUD!*
“What are you doin’ over theEERE!?” Piper’s complaint turned into a yelp as she found her friend in quite the sticky situation. Pinned to a vine covered tree that seemed intent on having it’s way with here. The goblin wasted no time in rushing forward and jumping at the tree with her dlido held above her, crashing down in a powerful arc with all the fury she could muster.
*Thud*
The heavy dildo whacked against the thick vines with a muffled whack and the tree seemed unphased? Piper snarled as she quickly devised a plan. She rummaged in her pockets while Ashlynn let out a scream from beneath the pulsing pussy flower, the seed filled bulge getting closer by the moment. Eventually Piper pulled out a round glass vial filled with a clear substance. She shouted at the champion. “I’m gonna pour this oil on you, it should loosen up that sticky sap enough for you to slip free… just make sure you don’t drink any!” Ash would have nodded if she could have.
Piper crawled up the writhing plant, avoiding stray vines that threatened to grab her as she did, eventually reaching the aggressive flower capped vine. She popped the cork on the vial and dumped it over Ashlynn’s head. he slick substance ran down Ash’s hair and face, then onto her torn shirt and breasts, eventually coating most of her body in a slick odorless oil. The girl squirmed and managed to get loose just before the flower quivered and prayed a glob of seeds in a thick white goo where her face had been moments prior. Ash fell to her ass at the base of the tree, landing on her tail painfully. Piper grabbed her with a small green hand and pulled her away from the perverted tree.
…
Ashlynn bathed in the frigid river, trying to unsuccessfully remove the oily substance from her body. It made her skin shiny and very sensitive feeling, and she was very happy none had gotten in her mouth after Piper explain what trap oil did. Piper sat at the riverside drawing a cock in the sand with a stick.
“You clean yet? It’s nearly night and we gotta make camp, today was a total bust, it’s nearly sunset.”
Ashlynn sighed hoping the smooth shine would wear off even if the pleasant sensitivity didn’t. She moved over the slick stones trying not to fall in, and grabbed her soaking wet pants once she reached the shore. Her simple shirt was ruined beyond use, a tattered series of clothes trips stained with sap and oil. As much as she hated it she was topless for the time being. Not that Piper minded. while cocks might have been the most important thing on her mind, who could pass up getting to look at a pair of tits?
They two women set the camp up quickly, keeping there backs to the river and lighting a small fire in the hopes that Ash’s pants would dry if nothing else. The sickeningly sweet sap had done little to quench the hunger instilled by the curled mushroom, and Ash felt desperate for sustenance once more.
“Do you have any more of those rations Piper?” Ash asked hopefully. “I’m really hoping this increase in appetite isn’t one of those permanent things, but I feel soooo hungry right now.”
“Rations? Oh those, I ate those hours ago.” Ash looked crestfallen. “I don’t think the hunger will be permanent, not unless you ate a whole bunch of them until you looked and acted like a little pigslut. You do look pretty hungry though… I think I saw a bush with some foxberries down by the river, or you could always try and dig up some wild ratishes, they grow all over the place.”
“You have radishes? Finally something normal…”
“What’s a raddish? I said RAT-ish, it’s a little gray brown root vegetable, and the roots pink like a-”
“Rat’s tail? Uhg… i should have known. Why can’t anything here be normal?”
Piper tipped back a bottle of her goblin ale and leaned against a log with a yawn, her array of piercings jingling and shining in the firelight. “Everything is normal, you’re the one looking for weird food. I still don’t know why you don’t wanna have some ale with me, it will keep you nice and warm until we find you a new shirt since you want one so bad for some reason.” the goblin brushed her undercut of fiery hair out of her violet eyes eyes.
Ash looked down at her naked body. Her pants and underwear were still too wet, and her shirt was destroyed. Did she really want to go out in the dark looking for roots and berries with her naked body exposed? She wrapped her spade tipped tail around her leg nervously, it coiling motion felt good against her still sensitive skin and she had to stop herself from letting the spade drift toward her sex. Nothing seemed like a good choice, she couldn’t go without food or water til they reached town, but there wasn’t much subtlety in the way of a Rattish, a Foxberry, or a bottle of goblin ale.
She sighed as she tried to figure out which seemed like the least risk.