Glow Worm 2
The very excellent Evil Dolly wrote a story called Glow Worm, which is hosted on their page http://www.evil-dolly.com/stories.html
This is an unauthorised sequel, which I plan to write directly here over the next few weeks. Glow Worm 2
"Daphne", the older woman called.
The young woman found herself yanked from her own thoughts, which shielded her from the relentless scrubbing and cleaning that she had begun this early morning. The sun was barely up, and she had been soaking and scraping the carbon from the bottom of the oven for half an hour already.
"I'm busy cleaning"
"I'm busy cleaning, what?" prompted the older woman as she entered the kitchen. The girl stood up, hands in kitchen gloves, apron splashed with soapy water.
"I'm busy cleaning, Mistress" the girl said and lowered her gaze.
"Did you feed Glow Worm yesterday?"
With a chill of ice flowing down her back and to her belly, the realisation that she'd forgotten to feed Glow Worm yesterday sank in. She would like to lie, but she found that she simply could not.
"No, mistress".
"And what did I say would happen if you forgot one more time"?
"...but it's only been two weeks, and I've not got into a proper routine..." implored the girl.
"Proper routine who?"
"Proper routine, mistress"
"So, it's a proper routine that you need. I've been counting the jars in the pantry so I knew that you'd missed yesterday. I have a proper routine. I can help you with a routine..." she said, turned on her heels and left the room.
Daphne (which is not her real name, but one that she hates) felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach for failing to feed Glow Worm change to dread at what might happen next. She reluctantly got back to cleaning the oven.
In the bedroom, the woman picked up Glow Worm as if she weighed nothing, sat on the bed and cradled the peach-furry head in her arms. Glow worm had been asleep before being picked up and was momentarily startled and confused. The young once-girl could see, somehow, through the light and dark that she could sense, that it wasn't Daphne, and she was terrified. She'd had nothing to do with her mutilator since the first day of captivity and this was unexpected.
"Are you OK?" the woman asked? The tenderness in her voice was also unexpected.
The girl was not OK, and had no way of communicating it to anyone. For the past few days she had felt quite unwell, and had stopped crawling around the house looking to bathe in the sunlight. She had found that by lying under the front room window in the morning, and by the glass doors at the back in the afternoon she could soak up the sunlight, which she had been told made her glow more brightly at night, and made her feel extra-contented when she was being cuddled by Daphne. The last couple of days she was hurting, and had no vocabulary to communicate, other than to shake her head and use her stubby, restricted hands to point to her belly.
"I know, she's not been feeding you regularly."
Glow worm vigorously shook her head, pulsed her tail as energetically as the meagre power in her muscles would allow, and pointed at her belly with both constrained hands. It was not hunger. This was something else. It had been building up for the last few days. She hoped that the woman would understand.
"Not food then? And your breath stinks!"
The woman moved Glow Worm off her lap and arranged her straight on the bed, the tail draping onto the floor. She began to move her hands over the fur from the head and worked slowly over a five minute period down to the tip of the tail.
"Hmmm. I can see what's wrong. Let's clean your mouth up first. Open wide"... The woman put her finger in Glow worm's mouth and moved it round, over the ridged gums and under her tongue, using her finger somehow as a muck remover. She removed her finger and wiped the filthy residue off and into the bin. For the first time in many days Glow Worm's mouth was as if it were on the first day.
"...and come with me..." and the former girl felt herself grabbed by the tail and dragged through the house to the bathroom, her torso and head thumping on the floor off the bed and being dragged carelessly around door-frames. She lay face up with her head by the bathroom door, draped across the floor, the end of her tail near the toilet.
"Put the end of your tail over the bowl". Glow Worm did what she could but did not have the power to lift her tail up that far. The tail would barely move off the floor. The woman put her finger against Glow Worm's temple and it seemed like she was dialling up the muscle power in the last few sections of the tail. After a couple of minutes, glow worm could just reach up and drape the tip of her tail over the rim of the bowl.
Under her breath the older woman muttered, mostly to herself, "Now to give you an arsehole, lie still little one, this is going to hurt, there's some internal plumbing to do. It's in there somewhere, I just need to find it and pull it along." The heat, the vibrations, the pulling and stretching of the internal organs. The feeling of her fingers inside the flesh, under the folds of fuzz skin, under and through the ring muscles. And then she was holding the end of the tail in her hands and right at the now slightly blunt end was the puckered tip of the end of glow worm's recovered rectum. Tapping it as if giving it a telling off, "You're going to pee through this as well. Now, if you so much as think of making any kind of mess anywhere around the house, you'll have this luxury revoked. Do you understand?" Glow worm nodded as solemnly as she could. "Right, put it over the edge of the bowl and let go". Glow worm could not work out what she needed to do to 'let go' - the feeling of her insides were all unfamiliar and wrong.
"This is not the only modification to you that I have in mind, but that will come later. I'm going to practice on Daphne first, lucky you, and I know that I could make all the changes to Daphne that I wanted to in one go, but it will be such fun to watch her manage the intermediate changes, but don't you go telling her. I know you think that I'm a beast. Well, I am. Flush when you are done. You can make your own way back to the bedroom."
Back in the kitchen Daphne was finishing the cleaning and a few minutes later the older woman reappeared at the door.
"You know that you've not been cleaning her mouth properly, and that the baby food has gone rancid on the fur in her mouth. We will have to stop that happening as well. Do you have a loose skirt? No? Then drop by the thrift store on the way home and get yourself something with an elasticated waist and plenty of room. Have you got any dark coloured leggings? No? Get yourself a cheap pair of those as well. And don't feed the worm any food today."
Daphne cleared up after herself, gathered her things together and left for college for the day.
Glow worm spent the next hour attempting to work out what she needed to do, and just lay on the bathroom floor with the end of her tail oscillating and pulsing gently just over the lip of the bowl. It's not like she had anything else to do but figure out how her new lower body was meant to work. Anyone watching would have seen nothing happening externally. Then suddenly and unexpectedly the right configuration of feelings and actions, and letting go occurred and she went. It was not dramatic, it just took a while, and when she finished she felt considerably better. She wasn't sure what she did, or whether she could do it again in a hurry, but so far this could be considered a good day.
Now was the puzzle of flushing the toilet, which she knew she must do - the river of thought that flowed through her made any other action impossible to contemplate. She only had enough power to get her tail as high as just over the rim of the toilet bowl, and not high enough from the floor to reach the handle. A direct approach of simply reaching up with the end of her tail was fruitless. She did now have a 'power tail' as she began to think of it, but not quite strong enough, and this was simply a puzzle to solve.
She didn't get to solve it today though. The older woman came in, dragged her out of the bathroom by her head, dumped her in the corridor, closed the door, flushed, and after a while, flushed again.
Glow Worm was already on her back, which was a good start. She could not move at all on her front on carpet because her huge breasts splayed out under and to the sides of her belly, and gripped the floor like large pads of uncontrollable velcro, so she could only make inching progress around the house on her back, facing upwards. She began to actively pulse her tail and found that with the extra power just received, could scoot along at a slightly better pace, rubbing the back of her head, her shoulders and elbows and glutes on the ground. She was half way back to the bedroom when the woman came silently up to her and kick-rolled her onto her front, then watched as she laboriously wriggled and squirmed herself back onto her back. The woman kicked her onto her front again, and watched dispassionately, as a cat does when watching the last wriggling moments of a fatally wounded mouse it was playing with.
Glow Worm stayed still, not sure what this silent intimidation game was about. The woman moved away. Glow Worm repeated the complicated wriggling and squirming to allow herself to roll onto her back, and resumed the long, slow crawl to the bedroom.
The woman gathered her coat, keys and purse, and left for the day in the van.
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Daphne was first to return, did not find Glow Worm in her room and guessed rightly that she was by the back door, sunning herself in the heat. She never seemed to overheat despite being in full sunlight behind the glass. Daphne left Glow Worm there, went to her room and continued her studies.
Later on the older woman returned in the van, parked it in the garage and went straight to Daphne's room.
"Hi. You need to empty the van. I've brought you inspiration and me, dinner. Go get the mother and the kid from the van."
The woman lived for these moments - watching all the thoughts of horror pass across her face as she figures out what was just said.
"Fuck. What the fuck have you done now!"
"I have bought both of us a present. Something to inspire you and food for me, you know how I like raw things. Go and take a look".
Daphne attempted to resist, but had given up any real hope of doing so some time ago, so went to the van with a terror in her heart at what she would find. She opened the door, and found cowering in the darkness a baby goat and a mother goat. The mother had black, white and brown markings on her face, short horns and her body was mostly brown. The baby goat was tiny and mostly brown.
"Cute aren't they. I didn't even steal them. I went to an auction and paid actual money for them."
"Where are you going to keep them?"
"It will only be a couple of days. In that sack is the chain, collar and stake, and the kid won't wander far. We'll put them in the back yard, there's easily enough grass for a couple of days, and it will be nice company for Wormitha... and for you".
"For me? I have no interest in goats at all, I don't even like them"
"You will, you'll see".
Daphne got the icy fear of dread. Why goats? What do goats have to do with anything? Both women worked on sorting out the stake, chain and collar, then lead the reluctant goats out of the van. The mother goat was really reluctant to anywhere near the older woman, so she left that to Daphne, and soon after the two animals were in the back yard, with a bucket of water, enough grass and somewhere sheltered to sleep. Both goats were silent, and Daphne guessed that their power to make any vocal noise had been prohibited by some 'index-finger against the temple' work. Wormitha had emerged, having sensed the vibrations in the soil of people being near, and watched silently from the cover of vegetation at the side of the garden.
The next morning Daphne checked the back garden, and only the mother goat remained. Daphne also knew not to ask where the kid had gone, because she knew that she would not like the answer.
The day passed with some dread of what was to come. Daphne made absolute sure that Glow Worm was fed, and she rinsed and cleaned her furry mouth afterwards. It was a messy job, no matter how carefully she and Glow Worm cooperated, because the fur got covered in the baby food.
The goat continued to placidly eat the grass, and many of the flowers that she could reach on the end of her chain, and then one morning there was also no mother goat. The chain and stake had been tidied up, and the new thing that caught Daphne's eye was the bale of hay.
The sun was setting, the low light streaming through the window and into the room when Daphne was called to the dining room and made to strip to her underwear and lie on the dining table. The thought of not complying with the direct instructions was not given even a flicker of a chance in Daphne's head, but the feeling of dread was all-consuming.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked as she climbed onto the table and swung her legs onto the varnished wooden surface.
"I'm going to make you remember to feed Glow Worm, that's all"
"Couldn't we just set a timer?"
"That opportunity has sailed for you, you had the last 3 weeks to put something in place, and now you've made me do it. Lie still".
Daphne could feel the power of the Enthralling Host build and begin to make changes to her. The first change was to her back teeth, her molars - something happened to them and they felt different to her tongue, but she could not work out what the purpose was. Then as the older woman placed her hands on Daphne's stomach she felt sick, as her guts seemed to be churning and rearranging, changing, growing, shrinking. This was a horrible feeling and Daphne wanted to scream and fight and get away, but a touch to the temple stopped her making a sound or moving even slightly. Her emotion moved to terror, as she could not move or speak.
The woman said in an unexpectedly soothing voice "Really, it's very much in your best interests to stay still, this is quite complicated and I want to get it right. I have my professional reputation to maintain, and this is really going to be such fun to watch."
After what seemed an eternity she was left for a few minutes, and feeling and her voice came back. Her question "What did you do?" was ignored and was asked to sit up, and felt cramps in her belly as new things shifted around. "Let me just take your sense of taste and small away for 5 minutes, this starter does have an aroma to it", and she touched Daphne's temple. She was handed a mug of slightly thick fluid in a mug. "Pretend it's a chocolate milkshake, and chug it back".
Daphne drank the fluid down, and followed it with a mug of water 'to wash it right down'. She was invited to lay back down.
While she could not taste or smell the potion, she felt it burn slightly as it travelled into her stomach.
"And now for the fun bit... stay still, this is quite tricky. It's the first copy-and-paste I've done for a while. I think that you might be quite intrigued by what I'm about to do to you, so I might just talk it through. These are a good start, as they are already plumbed in, but you won't want me changing them there, so copy... paste and down you come". The older woman took each of Daphne's breasts in a hand and dragged them down her body, leaving them just below the level of her naval and above the crease of her hip. Somehow her breasts also stayed in their usual place, so she now had four; two on her chest and two on her lower abdomen.
"You can touch them if you wish", and Daphne did, and found that they were indeed a copy of her... well... upper breasts but fixed lower down. The teardrop shape started well above her naval, and ended just at the crease of the top of her thigh, but they felt just the same.
"Now another copy and paste..., but the copy is in the other room..." and the older woman turned, left the room and came back a few seconds later with her hands apparently full of something which was invisible. She placed her hands on Daphne's lower breasts and they changed. There was that humming and pulsing that she'd felt before, and then there was silence and calm.
"Feel them again" and she did, to find something utterly inexplicable. She could not understand what had happened, the shape was similar, but the skin was rough and the nipple was at the lower edge and formed into a teat. She could feel the teat as being about three finger-widths long and as wide as a chipolata. It felt floppy in her fingers. Since these teats were appendages completely new to her it was both weird and shocking to feel them at all with her fingers, and feel them being felt by her fingers. The skin was wrinkly and loose, and the tip was surprisingly numb.
"It's good, but there are more things to do, move your hands away." The woman paid more attention to the lower breasts, heat, vibration, stretching, pulling and then it was done. "Now have a feel, you'll find them quite different", and they were - the roughness was gone, they were as smooth as the rest of her body, and each teat was now a full hand width in length and the girth of a fat butchers sausage. Again the feeling was strange, the udders themselves felt firm and the teats still had the loose skin and the unfeeling ends.
"Get up, and take a look in the mirror" and with continuing dread Daphne swung off the table and headed for the mirror... She felt the teats knocking gently against her upper thigh and the weight of the udders pulling on her abdominal skin on each step that she took. "It could be worse" she thought, "at least I'm still human". She turned one way, then the other, and lifted both to feel their weight in her hand. The were broad, like thick skin flaps and did not stick out very much, but would be hard to conceal.
"They are goat udders" the older woman explained. "...and they will fill up once a day, which will help remind you to feed Glow Worm every day without fail. If you can't remember, I can make you remember. Oh, and this will help, the udder will go right down Glow Worm's throat, leaving her furry mouth clean. Don't say I do nothing for you... There's nothing in them at the moment, but by this time tomorrow you'll have half a litre in each one."
"Half a litre! Oh God, what have you done to my voice? What the hell is this?" Daphne's voice was higher, and more shrill, it had none of the softness of a human voice any more. "I don't even sound human, I've never heard anyone ever sound like this. I bet I can make a really good goat noise. Baaa". And it was a very authentic goat bleat. "...but how is that supposed to work when I'm in college? Wow? What's up with your voice? Are you OK? Can we take you to see a doctor? Oh, something's really wrong with you? You've got the voicebox of a goat. If I'm to work for you I can't be heard sounding like a goat speaking? You have not thought this through! And what of these udders? They will be like two bottles of pop when they are full and stick out in front of me. How will I hide these when I'm out and about?"
"You got a skirt and tights? You'll figure it out. You might want to invest in loose dungarees. Or a maxi dress. As for the voice, you'll have to figure it out. Oh, and another thing, you've been costing me too much in food, so I took the opportunity to make it much cheaper to keep you. Do yourself a favour and find out about what goats eat, because you have the innards and metabolism of a goat now. Since they eat mostly grass and hay, that bale outside is for you."
The older woman lived for moments like this. It's one thing giving someone a pair of authentic and working goat udders, and the voicebox of a goat (which came with the copy and paste from the donor), it's another telling them that they are no longer fully part of the human race. She fed on the negative emotion, lapping up the anguish and pain and suffering of Daphne as she processed that news.
"And I have thought this through on your behalf - from just behind your front teeth you have the mouth and gullet of a goat, so you can chew and grind the grass up. You are lucky that I figured out how you can talk at all, you might have had to be mute. You'll be eating about 3kg of the hay every day because you're lactating, and that is going to take quite a chunk out of your day, so you'd better start munching now."
Daphne was in tears and ran off to her room, where she sobbed for a long time. The hope of escaping was gone, the realisation that she was no longer part of the human race, but some human/goat hybrid was so disappointing to her - the last flicker of hope extinguished. She was also really hungry. Glow Worm had come back into the room and was laying on her back on the floor. Daphne picked Glow Worm up and cuddled her.
After a while Daphne went looking for food. Out of habit she opened the fridge and sniffed at the food but it did not appeal, so reluctantly she went into the garden and stared at the bale of hay. "I'm going to need a knife..." she thought, and fetched one from the kitchen, and the kitchen scales. "3kg she says..." and using the knife, cut the twine and separated the bale into the natural slabs that baled hay is formed from. She found out how much hay weighed and figured out what 3kg looks like. "How can I possibly eat that much?!" she thought, and then said out loud to no one in particular "How can I possibly eat that much?!" in her goaty voice and she tore off a handful and stuffed it reluctantly in her mouth. It tasted sweet, she chewed the first mouthful briefly and swallowed. Somehow the goat part of her was working as it should, and so she tore the next handful off and stuffed it in. She worked out, with a heavy heart, that she'd need to eat for about 5 hours a day at this rate to get through 3kg of hay. She had a thought that goats chew cud, so not only was there a lot of stuffing in to do, but puking the hay back up into her mouth for a second chew was highly likely. She realised that she would be chewing pretty much every waking hour.
Later that night, well after bedtime, Glow Worm found herself being dragged backwards off Daphne's bed. She thumped her head on the floor and felt the roughness of the carpet as she was dragged carelessly to the dining room.
"Your turn now..." and she was lifted from the floor and rudely dumped on her back on the table.
"Oh, I can feel your terror, but really what I'm going to do to you is nothing, or at least very little, compared to what I've already done." The woman stooped down and put her mouth to where Glow Worm's ears would be. "You're just going to leave the human race just a little bit further tonight. Enjoy it".
Glow Worm's heart sank, and she attempted in vain to get away while the woman was clearly enjoying the anticipation of this work.
"Still got that spark of spirit that I enjoyed so much the first time that we met. Well done, but NO! Stay still or I'll get this wrong and Daphne will have a horrible mess to sort out"
"So, first, the innards. Like Daphne you are going to sport four stomachs, but *you* are going to have the innards of a baby goat, so that you can get all of your nourishment from Daphne. Did she tell you? I've given her working goat udders, so that by tomorrow evening she will be aching, literally aching to feed you. That goat milk will do your human intestines no good at all, but you are going to have the plumbing of a baby goat when I have finished with you. So let's start at the top, here. Actually, I'm going to give you a voice because it's easier to do so than not..."
Glow Worm suddenly grasped hope that she would be able to finally speak, as she felt the changes to her throat and neck. The woman was pressing against her and moving her hands down the long furry body, making changes as she went. The deep vibrations and heat then moved to her long torso, and she could feel her guts moving about, stretching, bloating, shrinking, changing. She pressed her stomach with her hands; so tightly attached to her sides, and could feel things moving about under her peach-fuzz green skin. Flowing, stretching and shrinking. Eventually, and after what seemed to be an eternity of discomfort, the woman moved away and admired her work.
"There, all done, you're now all soft worm on the outside and kid goat on the inside, so let's hear you speak. Say 'I love you'". A finger was pressed to her temple. She could remember how to say words.
It was so long since Glow Worm had thought of speaking that it took her a while to form the words. She made barely audible baby goat's bleat. No human sound, just the tiny, barely audible bleat of a goat.
"That's quite enough, I'm sure that between you and Daphne you'll work this out".
Glow Worm was double crushed by the turnaround on her voice, bleating was not speaking, and now being half goat inside. She did not fell particularly any different but knew that things had changed.
"I do not like how you crawl about on your back. Worms should be on their fronts, and crawling about on your back is simply unacceptable, but I can see why you choose to crawl that way. So, I'm going to offer you a choice. Listen very carefully. If you promise to crawl on your stomach I will give you a little bit more power in your tail; or I'll make it impossible for you to turn on your back without suffocating. Actually, I've had a better idea."
The woman went to the other room, and came back a couple of minutes later. Glow Worm wriggled about to see if she had any more tail power.
"I have had just such a better idea. You're going to be remade in Daphne's image. Ha, it is no choice at all is it. No, I have this unexpected bonus from my work this afternoon. Let's shrink these down to nothing." and Glow Worm felt her huge and unstructured breasts shrink to smooth skin on her chest. That in itself was corrupting, she'd never not had the femininity of breasts before and now felt really unsettled - what was coming now? The woman left to that other room, and Glow Worm hear her mutter "Copy" before she returned.
"And paste..." The woman put her hands on Glow Worms chest and dropped a copy of Daphne's breasts onto her chest. They were a sensible size, human skin and she was sure that without the enormous weight and size these smaller breasts would enable her to crawl on her front. No sooner had she thought that than the woman got to work. "Copy and Paste and Paste and Paste and Paste..." and she found herself feeling pair after pair of copies form down her front.
'Peach fuzz, or not... Hmmm, how about I leave these two top ones as human skin, and the rest soft in the furry way".
The lower breasts were brushed with green peach-skin, and she was turned onto her front on the table. She could feel for the first time the cold of the table directly on human skin, and she felt very odd squashing such tender flesh against the ground. The woman then did something and she felt strange all over, and then the feeling stopped.
"Would you like a little look at yourself? Here you go". The woman touched her and suddenly Glow Worm could see through the woman's eyes. Her smooth head, huge puffy lips and length of body were the same, but now she had a pair of human breasts without peach fuzz in the conventional place, and copies covered in fur all down her front. She thought that she looked a little more ribbed than she remembered.
"Think of them as little legs, like caterpillars or centipedes have little legs, except that these are exact copies of Daphne's, and she will recognise what I've done. I do have to incentivise you to stay on your front... but I can't think of anything right now, so I'm going to let you go. If I see you crawling on your back I'll give you antlers, or a sharks dorsal fin, or even a handle on your back, so that you can easily be carried about, but for now, my work here is done."
She was rolled off the far side of the table, fell to the floor on her back, and made a great and resentful show of rolling to her front before slowly crawling back to the shared bedroom, not that anyone was looking.