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“Wow, this lotion Molly suggested really worked wonders!”
Nancy inspected the skin on her face closely in the mirror. It looked
perfectly smooth as if the pimple she saw yesterday had never existed.
“I really need to thank her for that tip I guess” She put some
parfume on and started to dry her hairs - “Time to get ready for the job!”

When it came to her style, Nancy was very picky. Every morning, she spend
around 2 hours in the bathroom to prepare herself to look perfect. The
least thing she wanted to worry about was a pimple that she needs to
cover with a load of makeup. She just loved the feeling of walking through
the city catching the looks from either males or jealous girls that pass her by.
She took her lipstick and put it on to finish her morningroutine,
as an unpleasant smell hit her nose.

“Ew!” Nancy quickly figured out that it came from the small trash-bin
that was standing right below the sink. “Samantha!?” Nancy shouted
angrily. A tired moan answered Through the door, signaling that her
flatmate Samantha was awake at least.

“Listen, I got no problem with your polyamorous attitude... but can you – PLEASE -
At least not gather all this filth in our bathroom over days? It smells awful!”
Nancy heard Samantha opening her bedroom door and walking past the
Bath. “Yeah yeah miss perfect, I will get it out in a moment. Oh, by the way, I
will be out with Jim over the weekend, so don´t expect me to cook anything”

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Just the moment when Nancy wanted to answer her flatmate with a
sarcastic side note about her very own morning-routine, Nancy saw a
notification on her smartphone. “Damn, just as i thought this day could not get any worse...
looks like theres another Moistfever outbreak in Mollys district... I need to wear one of these stupid
facemasks for the rest of the day until the inquisition had cleared the situation.”

“Poor you! Samantha’s head popped up behind the bathroom
door “So half of your hard work will be hidden anyways. Haha”
A little grumpy, Nancy opened the drawer to get one of the facemasks.
Stupid Moistfever infections... not only the masks... that stupid
bug-protection-spray would ruin her parfume!

She looked into the mirror again and couldn`t believe what she was
seeing: The pimple from yesterday had come back. “Great, too much stress
in the morning... now i’m happy to hide my face for the rest of the day!”

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Nancy felt exhausted as she came back to her flat in the early evening.
This had been a weird day. It seemed like Molly was ignoring her
messages, and a weird lack of concentration had grown worse over the day.

The People in the supermarket had looked at her in a quite weird way and the
guy in that bus had even changed his seat like she was.. stinking or something.

Also, it seemed that her ability and will to speak had somehow diminished.
Being a loud-mouth usually, Nancy didn’t really feel like talking today. To make
this even worse, she had developed a strange habit of sucking up her own
spit over and over, feeling that it would just flow out of her mouth otherwise.

Finally, she was home, and even better... Sam had already gone. Exhausted,
Nancy directly went into the bathroom to see what was going on. Her mouth felt
swollen, bloated and kinda tight... to make it worse that strange urge to slurp up
her spit was now causing a disgusting sound behind the mask every time she did.

She arrived at her mirror and in the same second, a mix of horror and disgust hit her:
Under the dark mask in her face, Nancy was able to see the
vague contour of two giant bulges under the fabric. Right in the
middle where her mouth should be, a long, wet patch had formed.

“Hno *Shrlllrt* NOO!” She looked at the lotion – Molly. . .
the Moistfever outbreak... was THAT the cause of it?!

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Nancy felt exhausted as she came back to her flat in the early evening.
This had been a weird day. It seemed like Molly was ignoring her
messages, and a weird lack of concentration had grown worse over the day.

The People in the supermarket had looked at her in a quite weird way and the
guy in that bus had even changed his seat like she was.. stinking or something.

Also, it seemed that her ability and will to speak had somehow diminished.
Being a loud-mouth usually, Nancy didn’t really feel like talking today. To make
this even worse, she had developed a strange habit of sucking up her own
spit over and over, feeling that it would just flow out of her mouth otherwise.

Finally, she was home, and even better... Sam had already gone. Exhausted,
Nancy directly went into the bathroom to see what was going on. Her mouth felt
swollen, bloated and kinda tight... to make it worse that strange urge to slurp up
her spit was now causing a disgusting sound behind the mask every time she did.

She arrived at her mirror and in the same second, a mix of horror and disgust hit her:
Under the dark mask in her face, Nancy was able to see the
vague contour of two giant bulges under the fabric. Right in the
middle where her mouth should be, a long, wet patch had formed.

“Hno *Shrlllrt* NOO!” She looked at the lotion – Molly. . .
the Moistfever outbreak... was THAT the cause of it?!

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But before she could even think any further, a well- known stench fogged her mind
“Sam... you shrllt slut!” Nancys nose felt like it was drowning in wetness, as she noticed the
pair of insectile antennas on her head that curiously twitched
in delight as the smell grew worse.

“No... NO... I wont *shrllrt* do THAT!!” Defying these words, Nancy picked up the
trash bin and lifted it. As soon as she opened the cover, her eyes widened. The
musky scent grew worse as she saw a dozen used condoms, tampons and stained
panty liners. In horror, Nancy could only watch as her body started to betray her
and brought the stinking mess even closer towards her face. “Hrrnnnooo srrlllrrp”

A deep gurgling escaped her throat, as she felt a gush of
fresh saliva flooding the inside of her mask. Suddenly, Nancy
noticed that her nose wasnt smelling anything anymore. Instead, the pair
of disgusting insect antennas that had grown out of her skull had taken over
that sense – and it seemed like they added some kind of filthy pleasure to
the stench.

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Nancys whole body started to shiver, as her antennas
p l e a s u rably soaked up the vile stench of wa s te.
While still fighting it, Nancy lifted her arm against her will, ready to
empty the trash bin right over her head and let the filth rain down on her.

She smacked helplessly as the filthy contents of the bathroom bin emptied and
rained down on her. Sams friends didn’t even bother to fasten
the ends of their used contraceptives with knots it seemed, so most
of the condoms leaked their filthy loads right onto Nancys cleavage.

Her mouth almost farting and overflowing with a thick, clear slobber that now
even dripped from the wet stain on her mask, Nancy looked on the mess she
had made on herself.

TBC...

This statement has been said like a thousand times in the comment section but how are there any humans left if it's so easy to transform into ugly-ass monsters?

Base +6, unnoticed demon +18, milkyflaps +6, neoshingundam +1, androyd09 +7

...Turns out, there is also a reversion formula that can be used, rwatt.

Base +6, milkyflaps +6, MultiFetishes +2, neoshingundam +1, gogogodzilla +9

@ rwatt5931
Many of the transformations are non-permenant. Either the TF itself is of short duration, or there are remedies readily available to change people back. I remember in one story the person was almost entirely changed into a small slug or something, and the local wizard was like "oh yeah I got something that'll fix that, give me a minute"

Base +7, MultiFetishes +3, neoshingundam +1, Qwertius +16