The farm

Something different for you guys this morning. And a little bonus to my normal schedule. Hope you like it! 

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Diana King sighed deeply as her boots crunched the gravel underfoot. She adjusted her tight fitting red leather jacket and threw her long jet black hair over her shoulder. Her leather pants felt constricting. She hated the outdoors. Nature had never appealed to her. She disliked the smells, the colours, the sounds. She would much rather get back to the city and be done with this.

Diana was a bounty hunter and she made a good living with it. Bounties were much more frequent then one would imagine and she enjoyed doing it. Getting bail jumpers back to the authorities was not just lucrative, it was fun. She was a hunter. A hunter of men. She felt the reassuring weight of both her 9mm and taser on her belt and smiled. She hadn’t even needed them this time.

The man she was returning this time was almost catatonic. He had been drinking himself into a stupor and had been easy prey. She had simply swept in and restrained him after an anonymous tip. For legal reasons she couldn’t use hand cuffs but thick tie-wrap did the job just as well.

“I…”, the man murmured. He was dressed in a shirt and pants that fitted badly. It looked like he had simply stolen them from a clothes line during a prison escape.

“Yeah take it easy buddy. Almost back where you came from.”, Diana said firmly.

Behind Diana and her mark was Barbara. Her business partner. They had worked together on many cases but Barbara usually handled the paper work and other things that a freelance business like theirs needed. She talked a lot to lawyers. This was a rare fieldtrip for her. She had dressed accordingly, with black pants and a wholly unnecessary tactical vest. Another 9mm dangled from her belt. “I don’t know Diana. This is a bit sketchy. I don’t like these private jobs. These aren’t the authorities we’re handing this guy over too.”

Diana sighed again. “Don’t be so squeamish. It’s a worried family, just wanting their brother back. I’m sure its fine. Besides, you saw the size of the reward. It’s just a drunk drop-off.”

“A drop-off pretty far from the beaten track. This reeks of kidnapping.”

As the two women and their quarry moved over the long crunchy path, a house emerged out of the trees. It was a tall old house surrounded by fields and pens. Diana heard pigs grunting and chickens clucking. That made her dislike the place even more. The smells of the animals assaulted her nose as she moved closer.

The house itself had very strong Addams family vibes. Dilapidated and old were always a spooky combination and Diana imaged how the place looked at night. This was the kind of place where cryptid legends came from. She had no time to dwell on such nonsense though and she knocked on the door.

The man she had been pushing ahead seemed to gain some lucidity and moaned in confusion. Then his eyes opened wide. “Wha.. you brought me back? No. Nonononono…”, he started to squirm violently. Diana tightened her grip on the tie-wrap constricting his hands and slapped him on the back of the head. “Come on man, Your family is worried about you.”

“Family?”, the man said, “This isn’t my family! She’s a monster! She…”

With a massive creak the door opened and a strange woman emerged. She wore a long black silk dress that hugged her curves very well. And she was curvy. Incredible hips and ass, followed by an hourglass figure and large breasts. She had long black hair and a seductive look on her lovely face.

“Ahhh.”, she said smoothly as she looked at the two bounty hunters and the, increasingly terrified man. “You returned him. I was so worried. Now then cousin Daniel, you shouldn’t run off like that.”

Diana just stared at the woman for a moment. She didn’t seem entirely real. Like a phantom apparition doesn’t seem real. There was something off about her. Like someone that had undergone to much plastic surgery turns into something off-putting. Except that this woman was simply too perfect. Too beautiful. There wasn’t a single blemish on her skin anywhere. She seemed perfectly symmetrical. Her lips perfect, her form perfect. It was too much. She looked like a video character, made by people who hadn’t seen a real woman in years and so made a perfect amalgamation of their favourite porn video’s. The whole insane picture was turned even worse when a young girl emerged from the strange woman. She wore a short maid’s uniform and also had that off-putting look of simply being too perfect. Her skin, proportions, face and perfectly styled hair was all perfect. It was uncanny. The over sexualised maid outfit made it all so much worse.

“Ma’am, there is something in the back that needs your attention.”, the maid said before disappearing again. She didn’t even wait for a reply. The mistress smiled but otherwise ignored her.

“I’m sorry.”, she said, taking a little bow. “It never stops over here. My name is Allisandra. This is my home.”, she said while making a wide arms gesture. “And while you returned this one to me I am afraid I can’t let you leave.”

“What?”, Diana said, alarmed while still mesmerized with the mystery of the place she found herself in. She took one hand of the tie-wrap and moved it towards her gun.

“Ohh sweety. A gun. How quaint. I’m afraid you’re going to need a bit more around here.”, Allisandra said as she snapped her finger and Diana found herself unable to move a further muscle. She was frozen. A human statue. She grunted and moved her eyes left to right in a panic but that was the extend of what she was able to do.

Barbara had suffered the same fate. She too was unable to move a further muscle and stood there, frozen on the pavement. Both women tried to scream but couldn’t.  Allisandra moved on them, her smile now terrifying to the both of them. First she took Diana’s hand from the tie-wrap that still bound the hands of the frozen bounty hunters quarry. He made little yelping sounds but nothing else. “There there, Daniel. I’ll get to you soon.”, Allisandra said. “You be good. No more running off.”

Then she turned on Diana. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t being honest. Frankly, I could easily have let you go. You may have thought this was a strange place but thought nothing more of it. And the money is no issue. I have plenty of money. Truth is. I like you.”

She then moved her hand over Diana’s shoulder and moved slowly down. “You are very beautiful. With some help you can be even more so. You would make a great addition to my staff. But I’m afraid there’s a catch.”

She let go of Diana’s shoulder and moved to Barbara, who’s eyes had grown two sizes and betrayed mortal terror. “I don’t like my girls to be mindless slaves or some parody of individuals as so many other witches do. I like mine to be broken in properly. Their free spirits crushed. Like you do with a horse. I need you to know you have no choice but to be here with me. That it is all you can do.”

She turned around again and moved to Diana’s rear, placing a hand on her ass and squeezing firmly. She seemingly took great pleasure in this and Diana wanted to scream even more. But she couldn’t. She was helpless. Immobile. A statue. It was a horrible sensation for one so used to being the one in control.

“And to do that I need you to experience an alternative that will make you come running to my arms. Now I could leave you like this. I mean you are very lovely as you are. Perhaps I could undress you and put you on a pedestal. Or even in my bed for some fun. But that’s not nearly what I’m aiming for. Not nearly enough. I need you to experience some truly degrading so that you’ll do anything to be… human again.”

Now Diana was truly panicking. Allisandra let go of her ass and moved a few steps in front of her again. Then she made a set of strange hand gestures

“So I’m sorry but this has to be done.”

Diana suddenly found herself able to move again and she flung herself backward, instinctively going for her gun. As she reached around though, she found she was unable to grab the handle. Her fingers had fused together. In shock she brought her hand before her to see and screamed as both her hands devolved into three toed trotters with alarming speed. Hooves, she realised. She stumbled and fell on her knees as her legs were shrivelling up and her tight leather pants were bunching up as she shrank towards the ground.

In terror, she looked up at the witch who stared down at her, with a rueful look on her face. Like she deeply regretted what she was seeing.

“Wha…”, Diana fumbled but failed as she felt her face shifting. She felt at her face with her deformed hands and noticed her nose had turned up, her nostrils enlarging massively. Her face stretched forward, as her teeth shifted inside it. She grew little tusks as her mouth enlarged to fit her prolonging skull.
“Whaaa….. whaaa...”, she screamed impotently, barely able to form words as she shrank down further, becoming lost in her formerly well-fitting clothes. Her entire body was now reforming. Her shoulders snapped and her arms became locked in a forward position. Her legs had shrivelled completely, leaving the same pathetic trotters as her hands and arms had become. Her ears grew out big and flappy to fall over her head as her skin changed into a pinkish hue, sprouting little hairs everywhere. Her body grew into a barrel shape, swallowing any feminine curves she had left as her breasts disappeared, simply swallowed up by the fat in her body. Along her body, a whole row of nipples popped out. Her nose had turned upright entirely, forming a big pig’s nose. Her screams had also devolved into barnyard pig noises.

“WREEEEEEE! WREEEEEEE!”, Diana screamed as she thrashed around, terrified, inside of her clothes. There seemed to be no end to her shrinking. Her transformation was now completing. When it was done, there was nothing left of Diana King, bounty hunter. She was nothing more but a small pig, stuck in her own shirt. She screamed desperately and in a fit of sheer panic, pissed all over herself. “WRREEEEEEEEE!! WREEEEEEEE!!”

It was a pitiful sight, seeing the tall, strong woman devolve into a little pig and then watching her struggle to even get out of her own shirt. The little pile of laundry on the ground was producing all kinds of screaming pig noises before the little thing managed to pop its head out of the shirt. It screamed maddeningly, clearly terrified of everything.  Most of her hair had vanished apart from a tiny pluck of her very recognisable auburn hair. It left an identifiable mark on an otherwise unremarkable small farm animal.

Allisandra picked up the screaming little pig. Diana screamed in her face and struggled with all her might. “WREEEEEEEE! WREEEEEEEEEE”. She pissed on the ground and even farted loudly in her struggles. She was next to helpless though and the witch held her flanks firmly.

“Smelly little pig, aren’t you?”, the witch said to the terrified former woman she held in both her hands. “You’ll fit right in. But now you have to go into the mud, with the others. Enjoy your time and use it to think. I’ll be back for you. Don’t worry. You’ll be wallowing soon enough.”

Diana screamed in response. She struggled and struggled but was utterly powerless to do anything to escape the clutches of the insane woman holding her.

The helpless little pig couldn’t prevent that Allisandra walked over to the pig pen and then tossed her into it with a big arc. Diana flew screaming through the air and landed wetly into the thick heavy goop. She struggled to not drown there and then, desperately trying to keep her head above the disgusting brown muck.

Allisandra watched the struggling pig for a few moments to make sure she would make it. She didn’t want the poor thing to die, she wanted her to learn a lesson. When Diana managed to stay afloat and finally worked her way out of the deep mud she turned around to Barbara.

Barbara had been standing and watching the whole thing happen. Now she stared at the pile of Diana’s clothes, smelling like urine. Her friend and business partner had been turned into a small pig before her eyes.

“I don’t really care about you, love. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time. But perhaps we can make something of you. In any case, I have some room in my henhouse. Seems fitting for a boring thing like you.”

Barbara’s immobility ended just like Diana’s had when the witch made a set of hand gestures. But immediately she knew she was royally fucked. She attempted to run but was caught in magic straight away. She screamed as she noticed she was shrinking as Diana had. Her arms shrivelled into useless tiny things inside her sleeves as the shrinking picked up. Her face elongated as her mouth grew out and turned into a hard beak. Barbara’s pose turned over as her skeleton shifted and transformed and white feathers popped up all over her diminishing body. Her arms turned into wings as her legs shrank and shrivelled to become hard paws with long nails on the three toes that formed. The woman shrank into her outfit, leaving a pathetic pile of clothes behind. The screaming turned into panicked bird noises. Barbara was covered in darkness and in a panic flapped her wings wildly. She too found herself unable to hold herself back and pissed and pooped all over her own clothes before she found an exit and crawled out into the light.

Allisandra looked down on the pile of clothes as a small white hen emerged. The difference in size between the two of them terrified the little thing and she tried to flee back into the shirt before the witch grabbed the bird with both arms. ‘Oh no you don’t!” She lifted the small white bird up. Barbara had never been so mortified in her life. She had been turned into a chicken. A helpless little bird. She tried to escape but the firm grasp of Allisandra immediately showed her the new place in the world she now held. She was livestock. Poultry. Just another little chicken.

The witch walked over to the henhouse and tossed the new addition in. Barbara tried to fly but failed miserably and landed beak first in the mud. The little hen hoisted herself up and looked back to the smiling witch. Unlike Diana, she hadn’t retained a lock of hair to identify her. The witch didn’t care about her. She was going to leave her in a chicken coop. Probably forever.  The thought was terrifying and when she saw the other chickens it became worse. She was the smallest hen there and she knew enough about chickens to realise that life would not be easy. “Cluck…?”, was the only sound that the terrified former woman could make.

Allisandra wiped her hands and moved back to Daniel. “So then my boy.”, she said menacingly. “Thank you for bringing the lovely bounty hunter to my door. And her friend I guess. Now tell me…”, she made a wide arm gesture with the chicken coop to her right and the pigsty to her left. “Do you want to be a rooster or a boar?