Do not pass: A bleak Christmas tale

(Women into boar and roach-TG)

It was meant to happen sooner or later.

It really was.

The two girls had been living together in the dorm right from the start of the college year to up until now, as it was coming to an end.

Ellie was a tall thin white girl with long dirty blond hair, people’s eyes were always on her, slutty and not too bright, at least she shone with a naive attitude towards life.

A happy bimbo.

Kayla was both paler and shorter than her roommate, a goth and a punk and proud of those stereotypes she had a grim outlook on life and her jokes always killed the mood at parties.

She also happened to be a witch.

The two young women mixed like oil and water, but actually managed to get along, despite their differences and frequent clashes. Ellie was just amused by Kayla’s witchery, not giving too much thought to the dangers posed by those ancient crafts. Kayla was entertained by her bimbo pal, despite how she often left their room in a complete mess or broke their agreed rules the blondy always managed to get a smile out of the witch.

They were both getting ready for the holidays, some welcome winter rest after a long year of hard work and studying, at least for Kayla and of wild frat parties, especially for Ellie.

They were the only two students that had remained at college during the snowy season.

Ellie was walking along, looking at her phone, she honestly didn’t see that Kayla had left a bra hanging from the doorknob. She knew what it meant, but she just didn’t see it. Naive and oblivious, she just reached forward, opening the door.

Dooming both herself and her friend.

“Kayla, have you seen my red thong...?” she asked as she walked in.

A question that would never be answered, the room wasn’t all that big and opening  the door resulted in it hitting three of the five candles and ruining the salt circle on the floor.

“FUCKING HELL!” yelled Kayla, falling back against the wall, sitting on the floor with a big old book in her hands. “What the fuck! Ellie!”

“W-What...?”

“You brutish idiot! The bra was on the door!”

“I didn’t see it, I swear!”

The smoke from the candles, both the ones laying down and the ones still standing, began to rise up sparkling and pink, floating towards the blonde girl.

Kayla saw it...

“Forgotten gods...!” she whispered.

Like a wiggling snake the smoke kept going up and up until it was right in front of Ellie’s face, the bimbo took one step back, fear in her green eyes.

“Kayla... What... What’s this...?”

The witch shook her head.

“Ellie!” she shouted.

“KAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The smoke engulfed Ellie in an instant, it wrapped her body and even raised her up. Her feet dangling helplessly above the floor as the smoke spun around her, silencing her pleas by entering her mouth, her nose, even her eyes.

Rubbing and fondling in all the wrong places, and the right ones too, sliding inside her clothes, making her blush.

Kayla could only stare impotently.

And as soon as it had begun, it ended.

In an instant the pink smoke vanished... or more accurately, was absorbed by Ellie’s body...

Became one with the blonde woman.

Ellie collapsed onto her knees, gasping, coughing, she touched her face, her neck.

“What... What was that?”

Kayla finally reacted.

“D... Don’t worry...!” she looked around, picked up her book.

“Kayla... Kayla...” gasped Ellie. “I feel... Weeeeeeird...”

As the witch flicked through pages Ellie removed her jacket, gasping, sweating.

Her pupils dilated, her heart beating rapidly as she rubbed her trembling skin.

“I feel... hoooot...”

Nipples hardening, her mind fogged, she lifted her shirt, squeezed her tit in her bra, moaned... her breath was held, she leaned back, her butt sitting on her legs...

Both she and Kayla heard that sound, but only Ellie felt it within her flesh...

A fleshy wet sound of pulling and stretching.

“OOOOOOOOOH!” groaned the blonde.

Her so firm belly began to swell... and her crotch too, a bulge forming in her pants...

“Don’t worry... Don’t worry...” repeated Kayla.

Ellie watched, horrified, as her figure began to be destroyed by that unwanted inflation.

“KAYLA!” she shouted, managing to regain some focus, when inside her panties she felt her pants with the tip of her clit. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME?!”

“Don’t panic!” the witch pleaded. “I can fix it! You are not going to be a pig!”

The blonde was already unfastening her pants, her ears were growing pointy and floppy just peeking out through her hair as she heard that word that sounded so terrifying.

“A PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG!”

It sounded like a squeal, deep, low and brutish, the tips of tusks against her lips, her nose starting to flatten.

Kayla gulped.

“A... a boar to be exact... male...” she mumbled.

Kayla had rolled her pants down to her knees, hearing that made her squeal again but also grunt and oink.

“GHEEEEEEE! OINK! MALEEEE?! MALEEEEEE?!”

She shouted in horror, now being able to see the horrid bulge stretching her panties perfectly.

With two fingers Ellie pulled aside her soaked panties, liberating her cock.

“I have a cock...” she gasped, pale despite the heat.

A long, red, screw like cock.

A male pig’s cock.

“I have a weeeeeeeeeeeeeeird coooooooooook!”

She squealed in panic until she had to clench her tusks due to the pain caused by the heavy,  round ballsack sliding out of her girly panties.

“Control yourself!” Kayle begged her, as she kept looking at her book. “You love cocks!”

“Geeeeeetting them! Not haviiiiiiiiiing one! MY CUNT ISH GONEEEEEH!”

Ellie bent her back, grunting and snorting as her face continued to be ruined by her snout. Under her shirt her bra snapped open, which would have given her some relief if it wasn’t because she was growing plump and hairy.

“AM SHO FAT!”

Her skin was already taking on that pinkish tone.

Her belly was swollen and stretched, she rubbed it with both hands, hands that were getting clumsier by the second.

Frustrated and horny the transforming blonde hit her forehead with her hands, crying. Some of her hair started to fall.

“KAYLA! Thiiiiiiiish..... OINK! GRUN! MEEEEEEEH! HORNEEEEEEE!”

“I have almost found it! Almost! Just resist a bit more!”

That was asking too much.

As her legs and arms began to shorten, as a curly tail shook in her massive rear, Ellie grabbed her porcine penis as well as she could, and began to rub it with fingers that were shifting into trotters.

“GHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!”

She squealed... like a he... a male...

His mind felt dumber than ever, filled with scenes of mud, slop and the cunts of sows...

All that a boar could have desired... as the poor blonde girl sank helplessly deeper into that mental mud...

Kayla was sobbing.

“I found it! I found it!” She read the page thoroughly twice. “Okay, okay, Ellie! You are not ending up in the sty! We are going to laugh all this off!”

Ellie’s answer was just an oink.

The witch looked at her friend and a grimace of disgust crossed her face despite the creature’s situation being partly her fault.

She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself, lifted a hand as she read the page.

Raised a hand, pointing at the brutish, piggish male creature sitting in front of her, masturbating while wearing her friend’s ragged clothes.

A trembling hand.

The witch cleared her throat, her nails glowed , there was only one chance.

“Please, the fine maiden had no guilt, undo the perversion, give her back her dignity and restoppppppppppppppppppph!”

“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

She had been so focused on reading, that Kayla hadn’t noticed that Ellie reached his first male orgasm. A powerful blast that flew across the room, hitting her in the face, cutting off her chanting of the spell.

Kayla’s book fell to the floor and bounced away, the girl with pig cum on her face tried to reach for it... but it was too late...

With a bright flash and a rumble of thunder the book split in two and burned into ash.

The witch was left speechless... mouth and eyes very open as the ancient tome snowed down on the floor as cinders...

“No... No... No...” she babbled, lowering her hand.

“Oink! Grunt! Oink! Shuuuuuuuuu horneeeeeeee...!”

Ellie lowered himself onto all fours, his pants and shoes left empty as the trotters on his heavy body hit the floor. Neck shortening, snout dripping, cock still hard.

Kayla was grabbing her forehead, totally shocked and distressed by the loss of the tome.

“YOU STUPID PIG!” shouted the wanna-be-witch.

“KAYYYYYYYYYYLAAAAAAAA!” squealed the boar.

“This is your fault!”

The pig was having trouble... with everything, focusing, thinking, words... His face pushing forward, his mind hungry and horny...

Full of virility, he wanted to fuck, to eat.

“Kayyyyyyyyleeeeeee!” he squealed again. “Meh... Mruuueh... Horneeeeeeeee... Ellieeeeeee horne... Ellie wanna seeeeeex... Pleash... Pleash... beeee meeeee soooooooink! SOOOOOOOOW! BEEEE SOOOOOOOW!”

Kayla’s anger was made worse by that messy sequence of words.

If she had followed what she had been though, if she hadn’t let her moment of rage twist her reason, it might have all been easily fixed.

It may have turned from bad to worse.

But...

“I would rather be a roach than your breeding sow!” she shouted, suddenly full of cold cruelty and pettiness.

She shouted... and immediately regretted it...

Kayla covered her mouth with both hands, she shook her head, but she had already made it far worse.

Her body cracked and spun, she groaned and was forced to place herself down onto all fours, just like the blonde boar in front of her. Yet she already knew that she had initiated a fate for herself way more terrible than that of the porcine.

“No...!” she stuttered, her voice trembling as violently as her skin.

It wasn’t gradual, but composed of shorts bursts in time with the painful beats of her heart.

It made it worse.

She groaned, her socks and shoes began to empty.

“NO! NO! NO!”

Her body tensed, her cheeks were puffed out, but it didn’t stop. When she gasped for air another burst, her bra, never that full to begin with, grew baggy, as did her pants.

“I misspoke...! I misspoke...!” she muttered over and over again.

The bursts hurt enough, but they also made her mind spark with heat.

If her pussy had still been touching her panties they would have been soaked.

As the boar continued losing the last remnants of Ellie’s blonde hair, Kayla felt her own raven dark mane starting to drop. She put a hand to her head and felt the hairs sliding between her fingers.

Tears, snot in her nose.

“I MISSPOKE!” she yelled. “I misspoke! Please! PLEASE! LET ME BE A SOW!”

Another burst, her goth jewelry growing heavy, her pants now half empty.

She was shrinking.

Quickly.

In front of her a loud ripping sound, the bloated boar was finally totally naked. Not a single blonde hair remaining on his wide forehead.

He was becoming large and massive, too much fat but very little of Ellie’s spark in those darkening eyes.

Kayla stood up, losing her pants.

Loudly her jewelry fell to the floor, even her earrings, along with her panties and her bra.

Her shirt covered her moist body, all of it, she was shorter than a small child and still becoming smaller.

“PLEAAAAAAAAAAAS!” her voice dwindling along with her size.

She took one step forward, stumbled on the shirt, squeaked, hit the floor, dispersing the ashen remains of the book, making another candle fall and come rolling naked out of the collar of the shirt.

The boar sniffed the ash.

Kayla could be measured in inches now, completely nude and smooth she stood up in her sorry state, coughing heavily.

“Ellie! Ellie!” she cried in her now very high pitched voice.

The massive snout moved lower and sniffed again, the sniffing made tiny Kayla fall on her butt.

Ellie, the boar the blonde had now become, was massive, hundreds of pounds in weight, sturdy trotters, a bloated thick neck and a bloated belly that almost touched the floor.

“Kayyyyyyy... Kayyyyyyyyyy!” the beast oinked.

“Ellie...!” shouted Kayla as she tried to rise up but was forced back down onto all fours. “Don’t eat meeeeeeh!” was her plea as her arms and legs were forced wide open.

It was neither loud or bombastic, so small had she become than when her actual metamorphosis began it made very little noise.

Clicking sounds instead of cracks, soft twists instead of snaps.

Even her groans of pain didn’t have that much strength.

Wings broke through her back, dark hairy insect legs pierced through her sides. She clacked the air with her teeth, pitch black eyes sliding and swelling on the sides of her head as from the middle of her face a couple of sets of antenna sprouted, ruining her looks.

The roach to be gurgled as her rear stretched backwards between legs that were being ruined by tapping insect appendages. So many conflicting sensations, her skin turning into a hard carapace, the extra limbs, from the wiggling of her antenna to the absurd length that  her bloated rear was growing to.

So many new sensations and tastes.

Amongst all of those alien sensations there was one that stood out from the rest.

As new and perhaps as perturbing as the shift from mammal to insect.

The failed ritual that had cursed her friend to be a boar and was crushing her into a roach, which had denied Ellie’s sex and gender and reduced her to a male beastly creature dominated by her new needs. Reshaped to a fundamental degree into a rejection of what the blonde woman had been before.

Kayla had rejected becoming a mate to that male pig, she had chosen to be a roach and following the rules set by her magic and failures: If she didn’t want to be a sow, that meant she didn’t get to be a female.

A male roach.

That’s what she was turning into, small and wriggling, inside that forming abdomen her groin and ovaries were being rebuilt into something not made to produce eggs, but to fertilize them.

“GYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYH!” cried the roach before losing his vocal chords.

His neck stiffened and retracted, lining up with the rest of his roach-like body.

Kayla had been changed mercilessly quickly in comparison to his friend, but the once-witch had first been shrunk to the correct size for the insect world, so there was not that much change from that beginning.

Two piles of discarded clothes.

Two women went missing.

A ruined ritual on the floor.

Still smoking candles, ashes all over the place.

The boar, curious by nature, lowered his snout closer to the nervous critter on the floor.

The roach raised his head.

Antenna and snout touch.

Both creatures had an odd connection, a natural understanding beyond the grasp of their simplified minds, but there wasn’t much they could do about it after the misstep and the failure which had resulted in them being left beyond the realms of humanity.

A loud snort came from the snout, scaring the roach, which crawled away.

The pig shook his head, his ears flapped. He was still very horny, but his cock had gone cold, so his main worry had changed to hunger. Trotting with a sloppy ease, he followed the scent to the waste paper bin under Kayla’s desk, his interest in the paper bin being the discarded boxes of pizza it contained.

It was not enough to satisfy his need, but munching on the crumbs and greasy cardboard calmed his slow mind somewhat.

Sliding between two piles of dirty underwear the roach had crawled under Ellie’s bed. It was dark, blurry, his mind constantly tense, afraid of every shadow and shape. He was hungry, but another need became his priority when his antenna shook and his tiny brain analyzed the information.

It was the scent of pheromones in the air.

Female pheromones.

A willing mate with eggs ready for the first male that found her.

The roach flapped his wings, tapped the floor, and began to follow that welcoming trail. Ellie never had been very good at keeping her side of the room clean and that was now a blessing for the little bug.

After finishing the boxes the pig sniffed around for a while, at the warm rags of the panties of the woman he had once been, he licked the candle wax, got bored, left the room and began to wander around the empty dorms in search of more food and some warmth.

In that snowy, slow season it would take days for the guards to notice there was a wild beast roaming free around the building and nobody was going to notice an extra roach that had gratefully joined the population in the walls..

Trapped in their new shapes and at one with their roaring instincts there wasn’t much hope for salvation for them. Not without some sort of Christmas miracle and such things are rare even in those realms of dark witchery that hide at the corner of the eyes.

Tragic and bleak it may seem, but unfortunately not that rare of an end when a witch and a bimbo live together and become good friends.