Jane sat quietly pretending to read a book, but in fact quietly keeping an eye on Mrs Tanner. Mrs Tanner was the best liked member of staff in the entire school, in her late thirties she was still fresh faced and beautiful, in a classic 'girl next door' kind of way, despite having had two children and more importantly having lost both her eldest child and husband to cancer. She was a genuinely pleasant and kind individual, who always had a good word, and time to help; most importantly that helpful and kind attitude extended to one particularly strange, hirsute albino by the name of Jane Griss. Now Jane certainly had no friends, but she had a few precious 'acquaintances' that she both liked and respected and could actually put up with her company; Cheryl Tanner was at the top of that list, she always had time for Jane, either helping with work, or more infrequently for a chat, though Jane had to admit her conversational skills weren't up to much. Another thing in Mrs Tanner favour was that she was a good mother, having crap parents of her own she appreciated good ones, and Mrs Tanner was one of the best; Cherry Tanner being a genuinely sweet and tolerant child, to the extent she was number four on Jane's list of 'good' people.
There was only one thing 'wrong' with Cheryl and Cherry Tanner, they were so very plain, nothing unusual about them at all, just perfectly, prettily 'normal', Jane had always felt sort of sorry for them about that; but now there was something she could do abut it, and thank them for all there kindness
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Cheryl suddenly felt compelled to stop what she was doing and head for the storage closet at the back of the library, reaching it she unlocked the door and stepped through, then locked it firmly behind her before walking off into the darkness. Rounding a corner (since when was this storage closet even big enough to HAVE a corner to step around?) she saw her thirteen year old daughter, standing stark naked before a double-wide free standing mirror; instead of asking her what she was doing Cheryl founded herself stripping off and going to stand beside her. Cheryl eyes locked on her and her daughter naked reflections in the mirror, then widened as they both began to change.
Her first alteration was hardly horrific, as the years peeled away and she was returned to the age of twenty; but awful new memories emerged of her giving birth to the still thirteen year old Cherry at the tender age of seven!? Due her horrific rape at the hands of her deformed brother (but no that couldn't be right, she was an only child, wasn't she?) Next her physical form began to deteriorate, her skin becoming rough and worn, her cheeks began to sag, until she had a couple of hanging joules that would have looked at home on a bloodhound, while at the same time her ears became bigger and stuck out from her head, and her nose swelled up and became huge and cruelly hooked, and her eyes became small and piggy with heavy, permanent bags beneath them. Her teeth became crooked and discoloured, while her tongue grew out until she had trouble fitting it in her mouth, and her lips thickened and bloated.
Her formally modest but firm B-Cups swelled and sagged, into hanging bags flesh that rested on her equally sagging stomach. Her body sprouted an interesting collection of warts and acne speckled across her entire body, from face to feet, while her nails, both on her feet and fingers, became tough and horny, as her pubic hair exploded in to a mated jungle that starched from just below her bellybutton to half way down her legs, with matching miniature forests under each armpit.
Her figure dwindled, becoming skin stretched over bone, and her spinal column swelled bigger and bigger, until with a crack it split in two, giving her the appearance of having two 'backs' starting just below her collar bone and fusing back together just above the tail bone, which then twisted out in to a stubby little tail that rested between her drooping butt cheeks. The 'twin' spine also gave her a slightly stooped posture making her sagging tits hang free of her body.
As horrific as she found her new hag like appearance, it was nothing to the horror she felt as she watched her precious baby deteriorate into a freak.
Cherry's completion became pasty, and acne sprung up across her body, her nose turned up into a almost piggish snout while her fore head swelled out wards abnormally until it almost reached a rounded point, a look highlighted as her hairline retreated, as the hair itself changed from a warm brown, to a dark, greasy black that hung down her back in lank rat's tails'. Her lower jaw retreated, coursing her upper jaw, and buck teeth to overhang, making her drool constantly past her rubbery lips, the spittle landing on her sagging chest. Her formally A-Cup tits had became, great hanging torpedoes of fat, laying on either side of her new pot gut. Hanging between her sagging buttocks was a tail not unlike her mothers but slightly longer, and between her thighs was a riotous jungle of pubic hair that was almost a match for her mothers, but what really made her stand out was a tracery of greenish veins that ran over the entire expanse of her pale, blubbery body.
For a moment they had a chance to appreciate the horror of what they had been transformed into, then the world blinked and they had always been that way.
Cheryl looked appreciatively at her freakish daughter and made her way over to a desk in the corner; leaning up against it, she spread her legs wide, and beckoned Cherry over. Cherry ran her slug like tongue across her permanently spittle covered lips and moved eagerly to burry her self between her mothers warty, vain covered thighs
