Christy was shocked at what had just happened. Even though the slightly short, black-haired girl sat in the front row, no more than two feet away from Sarah, hardly anybody noticed her thinking to herself about Tiffany-Beverly's transformation. She was probably about as plain as they come. Tiffany-Beverly, for some reason, despite her snobbiness, had always been her friend, though, even when the whole rest of the world ignored her.
Obviously, she got a bit sad when her only friend was metamorphed into a freakish hybrid of human and dog. She sniffled.
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Sarah thought of who she was going to demonstrate her revenge on next, and frowned slightly at the thought of it. Wishing for people around her to change into odd shapes was fun, but she knew that after a while it would get sort of boring. If only she didn't have to go through with the whole "I wish..." speech...
There we go!
"I wish," she whispered to the stone, "that I had a different magical device used specifically for changing people, that only I can control!"
Poof.
In Sarah's hand was now a weird-looking gun. It looked exactly like a generic B-movie ray gun. She had no doubt what it would do.
"Now THIS I can cause some trouble with!"
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"Ho-ley smokes," Jon muttered to Karyn behind the safety of the classroom door. "Sarah's going to have half the school like that by the end of the day with the powers she's gotten!"
"You're telling me," Karyn sighed. "We'd better come up with a plan to stop her before she changes someone we're actually emotionally attached to!"
So the two of them got out a sheet of paper and began writing down ideas.
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Meanwhile, Tom, sitting in the middle of the back row of the class, was trying to ignore Tiffany-Beverly's transformation, though she had been sitting next to him before. His attention was on the one girl in the class who probably wouldn't run screaming "Pervert! Pervert!" if he asked her to go to the dance with him: Christy, that plain black-haired girl in the front seat.
Of course, his attention was also on the Pendulous Peggy-Sue pornographic magazine he had placed on his artificially-enhanced groin under his desk. After all, Tom has his list of priorities, and ejaculation (with or without a partner) is pretty high on that list!
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"Who wants some next?" Sarah called, pointing her ray gun at the class in general. Nobody was about to volunteer, especially after what had happened to Tiffany-Beverly, who was trying to make her way back to her seat without being noticed and humiliated.
Christy muttered something at Sarah, and suddenly, for the first time in her entire life, all the eyes in the room were focused on her.
"What's that you say?" Sarah leaned in toward Christy, both to intimidate her and to hear her better.
Christy then did the most courageous thing she had ever done, and probably ever would do. Gathering up all of her unused confidence from her entire life, she picked up her fist and sent it smashing through Sarah's face. Sarah's entire body jerked backward at the unexpected assault. She landed, chest-up, on the teacher's desk, with her bloodied face staring at Mrs. Richards. Christy, with courage still flowing through her body, stood up and said in a voice that would have taken charge over forty hurricanes "I said not to screw around with my friend's body!" The whole class was silent for several seconds.
It's a pity that that was as good as it got.
Sarah stood back up, her face somehow clean of all the damage Christy had done to it, and smiled awfully at her.
"Well well, Christy," Sarah smirked, "It looks like you've gotten braver since I last heard from you. You can actually confront me to my FACE now."
"What are you talking about?" Christy asked, edging back slightly.
"Oh, don't think I didn't know about that secret conversation you had with Bitch Girl over there all those months ago!" Sarah gestured toward Tiffany-Beverly, who quickly tried to hide under her line of sight. "You two thought I looked a but pudgy in my brand new twenty-four thousand dollar dress, didn't you?"
"Yes," Christy stuttered to Sarah. "I guess so...maybe..."
"You rude, ugly girl!" Sarah shouted. "I'll show you what it's like to be called fat, except, with you, it'll be TRUE! You're a pig!"
A purple ray shot out of Sarah's brand new gun and surrounded Christy, who immediately began squealing in pain. The entire classroom, as well as Jon and Karyn outside of it, assumed that her insides were rearranging themselves. This squealing went on for less than a minute, but it seemed so long that they thought she was going to die.
Then, a bit slowly at first, Christy's belly began to expand, inflating much like a balloon would. The difference being that the substance filling Christy was undeniably fat, not helium or air. It grew and grew, stretching the limit of the tank top underneath her jacket. The fat seemed to be spreading to other parts of her body, too: Christy's rear was almost fatter than her belly, and her breasts grew to monstrous proportions. Naturally, her arms and legs gained weight to support this new stuffing.
"Ha hah!" Sarah laughed over the squealing. "How does it feel to have your clothes stretched to the maximum?" She poked Christy's belly button, which showed through the fabric of the shirt now, it was so tight. "Hold tight! The best is yet to come!"
Christy's squeals became muffled, as her face changed drastically. Her black hair remained the same, except for the relatively large, pink, pointy ears poking out of them. The most noticeable thing, though, was her nose and mouth, which extended out and changed shape until her face very much resembled a pig's.
Her round nose was so large that it got in the way of her mouth, and indeed, nobody in the room could make out her mouth by now.
Finally, she felt a rip in her pants. She tried to look around to see if she was still decent, but the fat sloshing around in her got in the way of her vision. She knew what was there anyway, so there was no point in looking. A curly pig tail had grown out of the back of her pelvis. There was no doubt to anyone in the room now that...
"You certainly have made a pig of yourself, Christy!" Sarah giggled evilly.
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Tom glanced up at the crazy woman waving a gun about the classroom as he turned a page in his porno. There was Tiffany Beverly, crawling around, trying to hide her muscular buttocks. And there was Christy waddling shamefully back to her seat. He went back to staring at Peggy-Sue...
Wait a second! Christy wasn't that fat last time Tom had checked! Darn it! He'd never get a date if Sarah did that to her! He'd have to make her pay.
"Yo, Sarah!" Tom shouted from across the classroom. "You better undo that, or you're cruising for a bruising!"
Within seconds, Tom had stuffed the magazine in his pocket and was jumping over the desks, heading straight for Sarah.
"This doesn't look good," Jon noted as he glanced up from the plans they were making.
Tom stood before Sarah, his fists raised and ready to strike out at any moment.
"Turn Christy back into the good-looking NORMAL girl she was!" Tom demanded. "I was going to go on a date with her, and I don't wanna get arrested for beastiality or anything!"
Sarah pulled out her ray gun. "So, you love this Christy girl, do you?"
"Yup," Tom replied.
"Well then, I guess you won't mind sharing her fate, will you?"
KA-ZAP!
Felicia, a girl sitting innocently nearby, had been watching the whole ordeal through. She was afraid of Sarah. Sarah might turn her into the chipmunk everyone accused her of looking like, or make fun of her masculine clothes or something. She was hoping Tom was going to save the day in an epic struggle that would be good to watch with a worried look on her face, like in the movies. Once she saw Sarah's gun, though, she knew it wasn't going to go as planned. She had to save Tom!
"NO!" Felicia called out, and jumped out in front of the ray of the gun.
Instead of absorbing the blow, like Felicia had hoped for, the ray just absorbed both her and Tom.
Tom and Felicia's bellies began to inflate in the same way Christy's had, including all the painful squealing.
"Felicia," Tom groaned at the blubber gathering around him. "Why'd you do that?"
"I don't know," Felicia squealed as the ears grew out of her head, and her nose grew round & long, obscuring her mouth just like Christy. "I think I might love you or something."
"Well," Tom squeaked as his voice raised several octaves as his genitals changed to resemble a girl-pig like Christy's. "Maybe I'll have a date after all."
"I love you both too," Christy sobbed from a few feet away, watching as their buttocks blew up to the same size as hers.
The transformations were all almost done. The only thing left was...
RIPPPPPP
Tom's pants ripped open, and out fell Pendulous Peggy-Sue.
It took almost an eternity for Sarah to walk over, bend down, and pick up the magazine. She leafed through it and time seemed to slow itself down just for her. She looked back at Tom with a strange half-scowl, half-smile.
"You really are strange, you know that, Tom?" Sarah said. "Not only do you fall in love with two different women on the same day, but you have the NERVE to carry this breast magazine with you when you go to meet them??" She held up the gun, and Tom braced himself, knowing there was no way out of getting zapped. "What sort of BACKWARDS guy are you?"
Z-Z-ZAP
Tom started squealing again as he seemed to simply turn around one hundred and eighty degrees. But no! A very important part of him WASN'T moving. His legs stayed behind! His legs were going to be attached backward!
With a sickening SLUMP all of his important parts fell into place...in the wrong place. Tom now looked normal enough from the top, except for the fact that he was now much more girly and fat, but below the waist, his butt was on his front. Same went for the thighs and the rest of the legs; he was backwards below the belt.
With hardly anything separating the two fattest parts of his body, all the recently-gained excess fat in his belly fell down into his buttocks, making them at least three times as large. Luckily, his pants were somewhat stretchy, but even they were ripping and tearing apart at the seams after this blast. On the bright side, at least he wasn't quite as fat in the stomach. But the torment wasn't over yet.
"Don't you think you deserve a bit from the OTHER woman you love?" Sarah was of course referring to Pendulous Peggy-Sue, and as she blasted him again, his already pretty large breasts grew to the GG cups of the porn star. Almost every article of clothing on his body was straining against itself now. Tom had no doubt that if he tried to sit down he would be naked in a flash. Felicia and Christy, seeing that Tom was obviously very troubled over so much change, came over and tried to soothe him, and hoped that he would soothe them as well.
"Now for the punch line!" Sarah bellowed. "This is something I like to call the Three Little Pigs!" And the ray gun went off again.
Christy, Tom, and Felicia all shrank down to the size of four feet and six inches. Unfortunately for them, their fat did not shrink, and they were stuck bulging in even more places than before. Sarah laughed as Tom tried to scratch his butt, but forgot its new location and instead fingered himself.
"Heh heh," Sarah chuckled, turning away from the midget pig-girls. "Now then, who's next!?"
