Catch by the phrase (Monthly tale - 27) X

(Woman into moth)*

The first time that Veronica Malvais said those words was when she was six years old, a little black girl that was having her hair braided. She had just been caught by her mother after eating the frosting off her aunt’s birthday cake.

Between a rock and a hard place, just a young girl who wanted to avoid the consequences of her misbehaviour but didn’t know how. Her lies failed, but instead of retracting them or admitting she had done wrong she doubled down.

“If I am lying, right here and now, I shall become a... Heeem... a moth... I shall become a moth!”

Perhaps if her mom had stopped her right then she would have never meet her grim end, but the boldness with which she said that silly phrase, and the fact that she didn’t become a moth, made her mother chuckle and that was enough for her to get a soft pat on the head and enable her to escape any punishment.

Despite her eating the frosting the birthday celebration went fine and Veronica moved on with her life and that phrase became a catch-all that she often used as the years passed and her misbehavior continued.

She grew used to lying and to eating too much, her boldness also grew along with her body.

She didn’t have a problem when she had to lie to get a good grade or a boyfriend, nor to save herself from a parking ticket or when she made a good friend take all the blame for having smoked behind the school building.

Nine, twelve, eighteen, she grew, became a woman, a chubby one who never lost her taste for the sweets, with wide hips, a large ass and even bigger breasts, her hair still braided.

Lie after lie as she finished college, got a career, a husband, three kids...

A successful real estate broker and, as is often the case for people in such a profession, a terrible landlady. She had a comfy life, everything she might want, yet she never became shy about taking more.

Nor did she ever stop saying her catchphrase in its many variations, certain that she would always be a woman and never something as silly and as insignificant as a moth.

The last time she said it she had forty-seven years behind her.

Veronica had grown wider than in her younger years, but she was still beautiful and fierce despite the wrinkles around her eyes. Her hair was now cut very short and dyed a glowing bronze, she was wearing an impeccable beige business pants suit, she was the one that wore the pants at home.

She was walking down a busy street, her high heels clacking on the ground, as she spoke with Marisol, one of her tenants via her cellphone.

“Don’t worry Mary,” said Veronica in a condescending tone. “It will be fixed soon.”

Marisol’s thick accent was audible on the other end of the line.

“You already said that, Señorita Malvais, I’m just asking when you will fix it? The heater has been broken for two weeks already, it leaks water every time we try to turn it on.”

“I know, I heard you, calm down! Good heavens...” Veronica rolled her eyes with exasperation. “I just made an appointment with a plumber, he will come and check the heater on Saturday.”

“Is that true, Señorita Malvis? You told me that this past weekend... and the one before that... It’s just... The niños need their showers... Y-you have niños...”

Loud was the sigh that came out between Veronica’s lips, she was lying, of course she was lying and every time she lied she had to say her thing.

“If I am lying, right here and now, I shall become nothing but a moth!”

Despite the detachment with which she spoke those words  now, four decades later, she said it with the monotone and assurance of someone who had said it several hundred times before..

She yawned and didn’t notice the vaginal twitch that made a barely noticeable tingle start to extend all over her body. Carelessly just scratched the crotch of her pants and panties in a very manly way and shook her head.

“Gracias! Gracias!” Marisol told her on the cellphone. “You are an angel, a buena mujer, please.”

“Of course I am a buena mujer!” chuckled Veronica, still not paying attention to the anal twitch that made her buttocks contract slightly. “And stop worrying, you have my word, the plumber will be there this weekend or I will...”

Veronica’s heels paused for a moment, she lost track of her thoughts, as she went to look at the showcase of one of her favorite clothing stores.

She blinked, they had put a new collection on the mannequins, the clothes... the cloth... were flashy, silky... they looked... great...

Tasty...

She was sweating, she salivated, her nipples felt hard against her big bra.

“Eat rags and shit for the rest of my life...” Veronica wasn’t sure if she actually said it out loud, she blinked again, she shook her head, rubbed her chin, began to walk again. “Mary... Mary are you still there...?”

“Yes Señorita Malvis.”

Veronica kept walking down the street, but now the engine of an outrageous occurrence that was going to wash away her humanity had begun it’s unstoppable path. Around the sleeves of her jacket the cloth began to unravel thread by thread, dissolving into thin air, as if hundreds of invisible moths were eating it.

As if she was molting out of a cocoon.

“Look... I’m feeling... horny...” Veronica blinked, closing and opening her jaw. “Hungry... So, I’m going to go and find some food or I may end up... eating my own clothes...”

Her pupils dilated, dizziness, at the rear of her pants a hole opened and her panties were exposed.

“I understand, Señorita Malvisa, thank you, thank you.”

People around her began to notice the incredible act of the vanishing fabric.

Veronica smirk softened into a shivering grin, on her chest more holes, her bra free, her big round tits slightly loose.

“Sure... Thank me...” one of her nipples popped out of her bra, her big dark areola visible for everyone to see. “You needed something else...?”

The woman’s hand scratched the butt, not wondering why it didn’t find any fabric between her hand and her butt cheek. Veronica felt the air across her skin, it was cold, but getting her temperature down a little pleased her.

“No, Señorita Malvisa, just make sure the plumber comes this weekend, please.”

Veronica raised her hand, frowned as her wedding ring, her watch, her bracelet... she wondered if her eyes were wrong or they were really disappearing... her tits hanging free, her pubes were starting to show.

“Yes, sure, he... he will... for... sure...”

“Thhhhhhhhhhzzzzzzz... Senoriiiiiiiiiiiii... Malllllllllllll... Adiiiiooshhhhh!”

Strange sounds came out of the cell phone, Veronica looked down at the device, saw the screen cracking, Marisol’s goodbye distorted into an ear piercing screech as the device collapsed into itself.

“What the...!”

There was a loud crack, some smoke, the cellphone became nothing right in her fingers.

“Shit!” she yelled.

She lost her balance for a second when the clacking of her heels gave way to a naked step, and after a couple of limping moves Veronica found herself barefoot.

“Is this some kind of performance?” asked a random member of the crowd that was watching  her when she stopped.

Veronica looked down beyond her hand, she saw her stiff nipples, her pubic hair...

She was naked...

Totally naked in the middle of the street... and a lot of people were just looking at her.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAH!” She tried to cover her crotch and bountiful breasts with her arms without much success. “What the fuck?! Where are my fucking clothes?!”

The utter humiliation, she grew hot, but not just from the shame.

“Stop looking at me! Help! HELP!”

Tears began to fill her eyes, angry tears of impotence as the crowd began to film and take photos of her chubby nakedness with their phones. She bit her lips, she squeezed her buttocks, feeling the total nudity of her skin, the dirt of the floor under the soles of her feet.

As Victoria pressed harder with her arms in an attempt to conserve some dignity she, perhaps accidentally, slipped two fingers inside her vagina.

The fingers slid inside her well lubricated vagina easily, making her shiver right down to the tips of her toes, her eyes blank for an instant.

“Good Goddess...! Hmm...!”

Her public watched in shock.

“The indecency!” shouted an old lady.

“Must be an add for some porn page!” chuckled a skinny man.

“Ghhh! Shut up! You fuckers...!” yelled Victoria, yet she couldn’t stop herself from masturbating.

Fingers went deeper and faster, her free hand began to play around with her boobs. Many moans, several gasps, trembling knees.

She took one step and fell down onto those knees.

Victoria had never been a very lustful woman outside of those things that showed her dominance, she wasn’t overly lewd or sexual, but there she was, masturbating in front of a crowd of strangers.

The woman let herself become lost in the lust to survive the humiliating performance, she made weird faces at the crowd, pushed her tongue out.

“Aaaah! AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Leaning back on the cold ground of the street, spreading her legs so everybody could see her pussy and how fast she was fingering herself. She passed her hand over her hair, she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop.

Nothing else she desired more than being seen as a woman... for one last time...

“She’s going to cum!” yelled another voice from the crowd.

A voice that was right.

Veronica stretched her toes, pulled her hair, no longer attempting to cover herself, just a loud pervert shout with a voice trembling from an orgasm.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

Gasping on the ground she leaked, crossing her knees, fondling her face, rubbing her tits as the orgasms gave her chills for several minutes.

Some of the people clapped, but not many.

“We should call the cops!” yelled the old lady despite blushing and being the one staring the hardest.

“Shut up old hag!” yelled another woman, who wasn’t wearing a bra and had her nipples hard against her shirt.

“You fuckers...! You fuckers...!” moaned Veronica in pleasure. “Stop staring at my cunt... Help me... Uhhmmm...” slowly, she managed to get up as her heartbeat slowed enough for her to regain enough self-awareness, she put a hand in her face, her eyes opened wide in horror as she realized. “Good riddance... I... I am going to transform into a fucking moth! AAAAAAAAAARGH!”

Veronica yelled, moaned, grunted, sobbed.

The terrible certainty, now fully aware of what was going on and what was going to happen to her. She would have yelled for help, but she also knew that it would be useless.

She couldn’t be saved from her own words.

Clenching her teeth she rolled around on the ground, her tits flopping around, her butt dragged across the concrete. There was still pleasure vibrating in her flesh, but it was mixed with a building up pain.

Her muscles sore, her bones stiff, she cried, she begged.

“Gyaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

She spread her legs.

Gasping as if she was going to give birth, Veronica looked down at her crotch and saw the first glimpse of her horrid metamorphosis.

Her vaginal lips opening and closing, clenching with their own life, a loud grunt, a kick of pain in the belly, the pussy began to swell and stretch into a tube like shape that grew and grew between her spread legs.

A short white coat, soft and similar to fur, began to cover the growing tube as she had to spread her legs even wider.

It was obvious, she hadn’t tried to deny it once the realization hit, but now she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

Veronica and the crowd of gasping strangers, were watching as the woman’s vagina was stretched into an absurdly large abdomen.

A moth’s abdomen.

The same white coat began to sprout on Veronica's shoulders.

She shivered.

“I’m going to be a moth!” she sobbed and cried in panic.

Not knowing what to do she put both hands over the fleshy abdomen, needing to feel with her fingers that it was real, that it was attached to her body.

That it was made with the mutated flesh of her cunt...

Pressing the abdomen made her moan in between her sobs, it was becoming longer than her legs, the hole at the end of it opened and spat a bit of liquid, making a young woman in the front row of the crowd squeak and jump back.

The white coat quickly covered it, gaining a few black spots here and there.

Veronica, sitting on what was left of her rear breathed heavily, looking at that bizarre thing attached to her body, to her crotch, clearly non-human, total insect like.

How could she even stand up anymore with that thing down there?

Her back was slowly being covered by the coat.

“I think she’s right...” said the fascinated woman that had recently squeaked. “At the very least she’s turning into some sort of bug...”

Nobody disagreed with her observation, especially not Veronica. She kept rubbing that insect abdomen as the changes progressed, slowly taking away any shred of dignity she had left... and her humanity too...

From her forehead sprouted and grew two long white antennas.

“They look like bunny ears!” said a dude with an obvious bulge in his pants.

With a white coat around her neck, between her tits, her eyes expanding in her face, turning dark, making her look alien and wrong, perhaps more inhuman than any of the other changes.

Her body began to gradually shrink, her head balding, she couldn’t even cry anymore as she looked at her hands and past her abdomen at her feet and saw how her fingers twisted and deformed, fusing and elongating.

Bug legs, for a bug woman.

Veronica looked up at the crowd, the hole at the end of her abdomen clenched, she pleaded.

“I’m Veronica Malvais, I’m forty-seven years old! I’m a mother, a wife! I have a wonderful husband! Wonderful kids! I don’t care if you jerk off at my disgrace, but please... I have a real estate office, search my surname, find my family, tell them I’m sorry... I’m sorry for being such a huge lying bitch that I ended up turning myself into a damn moth... GYAAAAAAAAGH!”

Her yell sounded loud as she bent forward when the two wings burst out of the skin of her back, they were small and warped, but they began to untangle and expand as she continued moaning. The extra insect legs pierced the sides of her torso and also began to elongate, wiggling in the air, tapping the floor and her abdomen.

Why a moth?

Because she was a dumb child, a little girl that just thought moths were cool and cute, how could she have known that it was going to end up being the bane of her existence?

She stretched her neck, clenched her teeth, more hair falling off. With great effort she leaned forward, putting her six legs down and raising her deformed body over them.

Veronica bent her abdomen up, opened her wings wide.

The moth-woman was already smaller than a big dog and soon even that would be too good for what her body was going to become.

“Peash! I accept ma fate, I have been bad... but fine my family... Don wanna be forgeteeeet!”

Cracks and snaps, groans and sobs.

She couldn’t breathe, she could barely talk, her torso deforming, her once so proud breasts shrinking away in the engulfing sea of white fur that was her barreling chest.

The six legs tapped the floor as she kept shrinking and shrinking, losing her voice... if she had still had eyelids they would have opened wide when she noticed that the crowd was losing interest...

People scratching their heads, blinking in confusion... as if they didn’t see Veronica... just a moth...

“Nuh! Nuh! Pleash! Shomebody ha to remembe meh...! Remebe wha I wash...!” her voice pathetically small.

But why would they? Why should the world remember anything about a sad insignificant moth?

She didn’t even have vocal cords to scream when her skull was finally reshaped into bughood, her nose, her head, destroyed, lips spread as her tongue stretched out and warped round into a suction tube.

Not a single sound was made as the final wave of changes completely compressed what once was a woman, but no longer would be, down.

A moth, she had finally, fully, become a tiny white female moth.

A moth that had already been forgotten by the world.

The only trace that remained of Veronica as a woman were the stains in the underwear and the hard nipples of the confused audience to her last stand as a human, that and a vague memory in the depths of their minds that would be repeated from time to time in lewd nightmares in which they would see the woman’s humiliation and disgrace over and over again only to forget it once again when the morning came.

But nothing else.

The crowd began to just disperse as if nothing at all had happened, as if a woman hadn’t been stripped of her human existence by powers beyond her comprehension.

They began to walk away, back to their lives, wondering why their pants were wet... and the tiny moth began to panic, because she was so small, and they were giants... She might have been a moth, but she didn’t want to end up crushed under the dirty sole of someone's shoe.

In despair, below the sight of civilization she began to flap her wings and flew away, dodging legs and crotches, hitting a busty bust and finally flapping down into a sewer grate.

The little moth hung herself upside down from the bottom of the grate, the noise of the street making her tiny body vibrate.

So close, yet so far.

She twitched her abdomen, flapped her wings, shook her antenna, feeling every single inch, every millimetre, fully aware of the insect shape that would be hers for the rest of her life.

In that humid and dark corner instinct hit hard, the need to feed, the need to procreate, reproduce, lay eggs... it was disgusting how easily she forgot most of herself... she was upset, despite her brain not being nearly big enough for such thoughts...

But who could blame her?

Veronica Malvais had finally been swallowed by her own words and she was just a moth... and not much more...