Continued from part 1.

I commissioned this series of images from embeo, who did a wonderful job for her very first transformation commission. I think you'll agree she's really good at them! Be sure to fav the original (and think about leaving her a nice comment or fully paid commission).All I did was write the story, so please be sure to give credit where credit is due.

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The Tale of Allison Barrus, Pt. 2

"Grah!" Allie spit out another grunt. "D-d-don't…feel…so…good…URK!"

Something was happening to the face in the mirror, coinciding with a fresh tide of painful nausea. Allie's ears were a size larger than they had been moments ago, and visibly growing. Something was creeping in around their edges as well…it looked like a spreading infection at first, but it was actually a toughening and roughening of Allie's smooth olive skin around the edge of her ears.

She clutched tighter at her chest as the pain was joined by further sensations, each more unfamiliar than the last. The middle two fingers of her left hand stuck together, refusing to come apart even when she tugged on them; a moment later they were fully fused, with each of her--now four--fingers on that hand beginning to thicken and with the same grey, wrinkled patina beginning to appear in patches. Allie's right hand spasmed painfully and underwent the same metamorphosis as the other, but rather than slowing or stopping after the fingers fused, the changes sped up rapidly. Her fingernails, which she'd once pretended to study, suddenly attracted genuine interest as their thickness multiplied tenfold, each nail growing and spreading until it took over Allie's entire fingertip. Her right arm began to swell, too, increasing in thickness and girth near her rapidly changing right hand but remaining--momentarily--thinner near her shoulder.

Allie's stomach ached even harder and accompanied its most recent painful grumbling by pressing outward from the coquettish gap her outfit left between top and bottom. It looked almost like she was gaining a winter's worth of fat, but it was hard and unyeilding--smooth muscle tissue for a much larger creature rapidly incorporating its way into Allie's physical form. Her breasts swelled as well, straining the fabric of her top and threatening to overflow it or burst forth.

Her legs were swelling as well, adding layer upon layer of muscle until the cheap connective thread began splitting. Her right leg thickened much faster than her right, opening a split all along the top of her flannel slacks while the narrower bottom which had fit her statuesque legs was torn completely away. The long, strong toes on her right foot fused much as her fingers had, with the pinky pressing itself into oblivion against its neighbor even as they thickened, shortened, roughened. Allie's left foot took a much faster approach, and her long runner's foot rapidly became squat and almost cylindrical; its toes joined still further, leaving her with just three wide toes on that food, each of which was mostly taken up by a large grey nail. The upper part of her right leg, though, didn't expand fast enough to do more than pop a few stitches, at least at first.

Another person might have been most horrified by what came next: Allie's small and slightly upturned nose twitched, flexed, segmented, and grew into a six-inch-long proboscis which rapidly took on the same grey and rough cast that was rapidly replacing the natural olive of its owner's skin. It was, unmistakably, the beginning of an elephant's trunk. That snake from Western State had mentioned the extract had come from elephants, and with the emergence of that first little nub of a trunk, it was clear that Allie's sudden transformation was proceeding in the same direction.

The thing that terrified the softball player the most, though, was her hair, and the sight of her long black locks growing shorter even as everything else seemed to be growing outward.

Continued in part 3.