Halloween, like the infamous Christmas, was coming earlier every year. This year, a shop that sold masks for Halloween opened up in early August. While many people just went in there to see the decorations, three women went in, and then those three women left with masks in their hands. The masks were made of nothing more than plastic. The women walked outside during the warm summer afternoon, going right to a large red car.



"There, we bought something." One of the women commented. She had hit 22 some time ago, but she looked as if she had just hit 18. She was an athletic girl, fit with toned muscles, a slight tan, and long brown hair. "I don't see why we have to buy something every single time we enter a store."



"It's rude to leave without buying anything Ciara." A woman replied. The woman that replied was 21. She was a little chubby, but only slightly over 200 pounds, and B cup. "Besides, now we're ready for Halloween."



Ciara held up the mask of a pig. The pig had chubby cheeks, huge tusks, and what looked like dried slop that was down its cheeks. "I'm not wearing this for Halloween Stacy."



"Give it to your boyfriend or something then, or use it for decoration. Paint some red over it, mount it on a wall, and you've got yourself a scary pig face. Put it on a ball, and then put it on a pike." Ciara paused. "But we have to take at least one picture wearing them." She turned around to a third woman behind them. "That includes you, Chloe."



Chloe walked behind the two women with a red bull mask in hand. She looked away from them the entire time, just lost in thought. "Huh...what?" she turned her attention to Ciara. "Oh, yeah I'll wear it." She gave a small nod. She wasn't one to wear costumes on Halloween, but if it was just for a picture, she guessed she could. "Just...just don't tag me or anything in it."



"You don't even use social media." Ciara turned back and stepped by the side of the car. She took out her cell phone, and slipped the mask on. The plastic masks they bought was a one size fit all, and amazingly her pig mask fit her face completely.



"That doesn't mean I want to start getting tagged." Chloe put on her mask and watched Ciara. She stood just outside of view of the camera lens.



Stacy put on her mask and got next to Chloe. She put an arm around her, and turned to Ciara. "You already were during the Christmas party. Blame Ciara entirely for that. Never thought someone could get drunk off of eggnog."



Chloe blushed heavily underneath her mask. While she wore that mask though, something clicked inside of her. "It was a one-time thing. It won't...happen again." She started strong, but finished quietly. She inched her way to the pair, and squeezed behind them in the middle.



Ciara felt something click inside her the moment she hit the flash button on the camera, but she did her best to contain it around the other two. With the press of a button, the picture had been taken, and she released a silent fart behind them. She couldn't explain why she had just felt that pressure, but what made it worse is she really couldn't explain why she couldn't hold it in for very long.



Chloe was first to burst away from the women once she heard the click. It wasn't that she smelled or heard the fart, it was just that she wasn't very sociable. She couldn't explain the sudden rush she had in her body, a rush that made her feel big and strong, as if she should be the center of attention, but she knew she was anything except that kind of personality. She opened up the back seat, and got in the car, even though the car was quite hot inside.



Stacy casually walked over to the passenger side of the car. Along the way while just breathing casually, she did smell the scent of that lingering fart in the air. Her face soured, but she spoke nothing. She was used to her roommates doing such things on occasion, though she remembered one night after some interesting tacos that she had to give quite the lecture on how many farts around people were acceptable, something she never thought she'd ever have to discuss, especially around women.



Ciara got into the driver's seat of the car. She took off her mask and started up the car. "And anyways, how will people know it's you if I don't tag you? You're wearing a mask." She added before she began the drive back home.



Chloe continued to wear the mask in the backseat. She wasn't comfortable with it at first, but deep down, she began to feel at ease, as if wearing the mask allowed her to be a completely different being entirely. "I mean," she huffed. "Fine, tag me or whatever. I don't use that dumb shit anyways." She spoke in both a tone and manner which she never normally spoke in. She leaned down and rubbed her shoulders underneath her top. They were feeling a bit sore. She was unaware that they were sore because muscles were developing, not just on her shoulders, but all over her body. While her clothes hid most of it, her body began to take on a more toned appearance.



"You should." Stacy leaned down in the front seat. "You'd be surprised how many friends a nerd like you can make on the internet through social media." Stacy heard what she said, but she didn't believe she said it. She was normally more polite about such things. Sure, Chloe was definitely a bit antisocial, but not in a bad way. Stacy spread her legs some, and then scratched her stomach. Unaware to her, her skin was getting drier underneath her clothing, as well as turning grayer.



Chloe wanted to bark at Stacy that she wasn't a nerd. She caught her anger and repressed it before it let out though. She wasn't even sure where that bout of inner rage came from. "I'm not doing it." She turned away and crossed her arms. The fat on her body continued to vanish, replaced with muscle. Chloe also was beginning to feel uncomfortable between her legs. She shifted in her seat a bit while her clit grew both in size, and the very tip in sensitivity.



"Calm down girls." Ciara said as she stopped the car at a red light. "No need to get at each other's throats over it." Ciara wanted to go on, but her stomach suddenly rumbled angrily, and with the angry rumble came a sort of apathetic feeling over the two other women talking. With her mouth closed, she let out a quiet belch. "Bleh...anyways, we're free to do what we want back home." She concluded.



The trip back home was a short one for the women. Their place was a small house attached to five other houses with walls dividing them all. Each house was two stories tall with a basement, and while it looked slim, the houses were longer than they were wide.

All of the women got out of the car. Ciara grabbed her mask, and then she unlocked the front door for them to go inside.



"New subject, whose turn is it to cook dinner tonight?" Ciara asked as she was the last one in. She closed and locked the door behind her.



"Check the calendar on the fridge." Chloe responded with a dismissive wave. She walked into the living room, and then immediately went downstairs where her room was located. "Just call me when it's ready." For a reason she couldn't explain, she still kept her mask on. It was a good feeling to hide her identity, although by now her clothing was beginning to bug her. Her top was too tight, her pants were too short, and she felt an annoying nub behind her that she swore wriggled just below her spine. She also felt something on her crotch that pushed up against her panties, but in a pleasurable way.



Stacy walked in behind Ciara and watched Chloe walk downstairs. She couldn't get her eyes off of Chloe's rear. It wasn't that Stacy saw something on it, it was just that her rear seemed so much more attractive than before. It gave her sensation that pushed up against her panties as well. She would have normally blushed and went upstairs to her room, but instead she was more apathetic about it. In fact, she unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down while she stood in the living room. It was then one could see her legs were as thick as her thighs with a very dried up appearance. She also had a small bulge in her panties.



Ciara was about to walk into the kitchen attached to the living room, but she had little time before she noticed Stacy just took her pants off. Ciara opened her mouth to say something, but a wave of apathy washed over her. She knew she should have been angry that Stacy just threw her pants on the ground the way she did. She was hit with a wave of strange emotions as well, and not knowing what to do, she just slipped her mask back on, and went into the kitchen. "Looks like it's my turn." Ciara said to herself as she checked the refrigerator and saw the dry erase calendar that said what events were going on, and each person's shift in cooking.

Ciara wasn't looking forward to making food. She just felt too lazy to do it. "Pah...whatever...I'll just order pizza." She had a sudden shift in tone as she walked out of the kitchen and took a seat on a recliner.



The living room had three recliners, one for each woman, though unfortunately only a single television. Ciara had the remote, and she turned on the television. She then grabbed her laptop that was on a small table near the chair, and ordered the food. She glanced over briefly at Stacy and her lack of pants, but said nothing.



Chloe meanwhile went into her room and locked the door. Her room was a fairly simple one with a large bookshelf next to a desktop computer, and a variety of video games. She had a television and game systems in her room, but her television was fairly small.

"Why am I feeling so...weird?" she mumbled to herself. She grabbed her shirt and took it off, somehow the shirt managed to pull right over her mask without it getting removed. 



After Chloe removed her shirt, she froze in place. She saw her body, her body that wasn't just getting toned, but also slowly increasing in mass. She was getting bigger, stronger, though her tits were actually getting smaller. Chloe felt her heart pound as she looked at her new body. She wasn't just toned, she was ripped. Chloe ran the palm of her hand over her shoulder and felt how hard and firm the muscles were. The muscles travelled down her arms too, all the way down to her six pack abs. Chloe felt something else between her legs as she stared at herself. It was a sense of arousal, but arousal that pulsed and throbbed between her legs rather than grew wet.



As Chloe's heart continued to pound, she lowered her pants, and noticed a visible tent in her panties. She slowly, gently reached down and opened up her panties to find that her clit had extended outwards. It grew in length and width and almost resembled a smooth cock, even with the slit at the end. "W-what? I'm not a guy." Chloe said aloud. She tore off her mask, and continued to stare down at that growing clit between her legs. It was half a foot long, and was still growing in size. Chloe reached down and touched it, and then let out a deep moan at the sensitivity of it. "F-fuck this feels good." She said to herself. She looked over to her door briefly, and then back to the growing clit. After a deep breath, she slowly stroked her clit up and down with one hand.



Red fur began to sprout on Chloe's body as she stroked her swollen clit. Skin from her body slowly wrapped around much of the clit, but it left the top exposed. It only decreased the sensitivity slightly. She just kept stroking away, even as she felt a pressure build inside her nether folds. "Why does this feel...feel so good?" she asked herself. She fell back against the bed, and the mask landed right next to her face. She glanced at the mask, and then at her body. Her heart continued to pound as she knew her body looked so wrong, yet masturbating just felt so right.



The pressure in Chloe's vagina continued to build. It felt as if she was being filled in there from the inside, and it made her want to orgasm from the sensations, yet she found she couldn't. Her cunt was wet, yet she couldn't achieve maximum pleasure. It made her stroke her clit harder and harder as it grew to a foot long in size. More fur continued to grow on Chloe, and two black horns pushed out from atop her head. Her breast shrank in the muscle mass that was her body, and her Adam's apple pushed out, yet she ignored all of these changes. She simply closed her eyes, and stroked away. "So close...got to...must..." each word she spoke was slightly lower in tone than the last.



The pressure inside Chloe's vagina filled up completely. Had one looked between her legs, they would see it looked as if something was inside her vagina, something that wanted to push its way out, and the more Chloe masturbated, the more it was. What could only be called a testicle slowly pushed its way out of Chloe's cunt, filled with seed ready to burst. Chloe gasped as she felt something drop, but it was a wave of pleasure so strong that she didn't examine it. She reached up to stroke her chest, as well as masturbate with her 'clit', but as she felt her chest, she didn't feel her B cup breast. She simply just felt toned abs, abs that a man would have. Chloe opened her eyes and saw her muscular body and flat chest. Her body was wide at the shoulders, and then slimmed downwards to her thin waist and legs. She looked more like a he bit by bit. She still had the long flowing hair and feminine face, but the rest of her was becoming indistinguishable from that of what a male might have. Even between her legs, the clit had skin, the tip of her clit flared slightly, and she had what looked exactly like a cock. Combine that with the testicles that slowly pushed out of her vagina, and she truly was becoming more of a 'he' than a 'she.'



Chloe reached down and grabbed hold of that testicle. Her spine arched at the sensation, and with a little pull, her second testicle came out, and her nether lips sealed behind it to cement her gender change. With that sudden change came a new orgasm. The new testicles, average in size at the moment, but slowly swelling, were already filled with seed, enough to flood her shaft and send Chloe into a new orgasm, the male one. Her new male attachment came and pulsed wave after wave of seed up into the air and landed on her toned abs, and her red fuzzy hand that stroked that shaft. As she orgasmed, her mind felt foggy. She couldn't focus at all during her orgasm. All she could do was let out a deep bullish noise.



Once her orgasm was finished, Chloe opened now 'his' eyes. He raised his head and glanced around at the computer and bookshelf. "The fuck is all this shit?" he said in a deep tone. His face pushed out into a muzzle, and a long red bull tail with a black tuft of hair appeared, though he wasn't focused on his body. He was a strong bull and he damn well knew it. "No gym equipment, no mirrors, just a bunch of shitty nerd stuff."

Chloe stood up and walked out of the room. He walked to the basement bathroom, and it was there he got a good look at himself. 

His hair was still mostly the same, aside from two foot tall black horns that jutted out of his head. His face had pushed out into a muzzle about half a foot long, with nostrils that flared pink, while red fur covered most of the rest of his body. He was muscular and powerful. His shoulders were broad, he had a six pack abs, and a huge manly cock between his legs. He also had a firm rear, and a long tail. He still had normal fingers and toes, but now with black nails instead of normal colored ones. 

"Damn I look hot." Chloe said to himself with a grin. This once nerdy shy girl was now a muscular jock, an egotistic one at that. He couldn't wait to find a girl and have his way with him.

Or perhaps even a guy.



Meanwhile, Ciara and Stacy were both sitting in their own recliners, unaware what had happened to Chloe. Both women had their masks on, even while watching television. Stacy still had her pants off, and as she sat in the recliner, her legs were spread and a tent in her panties.



There was a sudden knock at the door, and Stacy groaned. She had already heard Ciara when she said she ordered the pizza, but she didn't want to get up. "Well, you ordered it. You sign for it."



Ciara was just getting comfortable. An odor that smelled like a rotten onion began to emit from her armpits while her ass began to smell as if it were unwiped, even though she hadn't even used the bathroom lately. "Bleh, whatever." Ciara felt just as lazy as Stacy, and she wasn't about to shout to Chloe to get the door. Ciara got up with a heavy grunt and made her way to the door. As she walked to the door, she had to adjust her top several times as a row of fat revealed itself underneath her shirt. She opened up the door with her mask still on, and signed for the pizzas, ignoring the weird look the pizza man gave her for wearing her pig mask. Ciara soon returned with a whopping five pizzas, and tossed them on the table in front of the recliners.



Stacy stared at the many pizzas. "You ordered THAT much food?"

Stacy was feeling a little bothered by her shirt as it rubbed against her skin. She pulled it over her head while the mask stayed on. Her skin felt incredibly dry and hot.



Ciara grabbed an entire box before she went back to her recliner. "So what if I did?" She wasn't concerned about her money. She felt absolutely ravenous. She opened up the box and helped herself to a slice. She cared not that a pepperoni slice fell right on top of one of her tits, or that grease trailed down her lips after her first few bites.



"Just how many pizzas are you going to eat?" Stacy knew that the girls didn't eat that much. One, maybe two pizzas were more than enough, but five was absolute overkill. Not to mention, she noticed Ciara ate like a total slob. It was both disgusting, and oddly arousing. She felt that tent in her panties, and grunted slightly. It bothered her that she had a tent she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but she was curious as to why Ciara ordered so much.



"I'll leave one for the both of you." Ciara said with her mouth full. Not once was her mouth empty. The moment she swallowed one slice, she stuffed another in her maw. Grease fell into her top, and toppings from the supreme pizza she grabbed fell left and right over her body, but she didn't care to pick it up.

As she ate, the odor around her body gradually intensified, it was never enough to be overwhelming, but gradually strong enough to fill the room. The button to her jeans also suddenly popped off as the top came undone, and her gut pushed outward.



"You're such a damn pig." Stacy was blunt with her thoughts, the exact opposite of what she normally was. She used to keep such thoughts to herself, but she figured that Ciara had to know. "What pizza can I fucking eat then?" her arms and legs continued to grow thick. Her body also grew in size. It wasn't quite so much fat or muscle, it was a mixture of even growth that filled out her form.

Stacy was about to go over to the pizzas, but she noticed an odor that wasn't the pizzas themselves. It smelled like rotting onions, as if someone hadn't bathed or used deodorant in weeks. She shot a glare over in Ciara's direction. "Damn too lazy to make yourself smell decent as well." She muttered.



"What did you just say?" Ciara finished the first pizza in record time. She tossed the box aside and got off her recliner. Her recliner creaked and groaned as she took her weight off of it. "I pride myself in cleanliness. My room is WAY cleaner than yours!" Ciara just now noticed Stacy's graying skin. She knew that it wasn't right, yet she couldn't remain focused on it long enough to speak up about it.



Stacy got off her recliner as well. Her gray skin covered much of her body. Her height, normally a little lower than Ciara, was now suddenly taller. Without clothes in the way, she was free to grow. "Your room is a pigsty, just like your body. When was the last time you even worked out?" she let out a deep rumbling snort.



Ciara gasped. She moved close enough to Stacy until their very breasts touched, although it didn't feel nearly as sensitive for either of them as it should have. "I worked out this morning!" she said in self-defense. "And I showered after too!" Ciara was so close to Stacy that she felt the bulge from her press up against Ciara's slowly fattening thigh. The sensation of what she felt press on her felt so familiar, as if she was hugging her boyfriend with an erection. She knew Stacy was a woman though.



"You definitely don't smell like you did." Stacy's bra was feeling loose around the front, yet tight around the straps. She felt her bulge press up against Ciara too. She could see Ciara's clothes were having problems staying on her body, and she knew Ciara had clothes that fit well before, but now it looked as if she was wearing clothes just too tight for her frame. "And look at you, you've got grease on your tits, and green pepper on your gut. That's not very clean at all!"



"Oafish brute!" Ciara glared at Stacy underneath her mask. She couldn't help but unleash a fart after she shouted. She couldn't hold her gas in at all, not that she seemed to care about doing so to begin with.



"Stinky pig!" Stacy insulted Ciara right back with her mask still on. She didn't even care about the fart or the foul odor that soon invaded her nostrils through the mask. She felt the cheap string that tied the mask to her face stretch outwards to the point of where it easily snapped and showed her face underneath, her face that was slowly pulling outwards into a rhino snout.



Ciara glared at Stacy underneath her mask, unfortunately her cheap string gave out too and revealed her face. No more was her face looked normal, but rather her cheeks were chubby, and her nose was tilted upward. Even her very ears were pulled upwards and floppier. She stared at Stacy's pushed out face and knew immediately that something was wrong, but she was flooded with emotions, too many to tell Stacy something was wrong. There was another emotion deep down inside of her, one that slowly surged and made her own crotch grow warm, and her panties tight the longer she looked at Stacy.



The pair suddenly kissed each other. Their rage subsided as quickly as it formed, and now the new emotion of arousal overtook the two. Despite Ciara's stench, despite Stacy's burly brutish form, the couple closed their eyes and kissed deeply.



Stacy pulled back with a blush. "I don't know what I'm feeling," she said as she hugged Ciara. "But fuck, this feels too good." Her body continued to grow burly. She was just a little over six feet in length now, and a clear cut cock poked out of the top of her pink panties. Like Chloe, Ciara had the sensation of her vagina being filled with balls, and her breasts were shrinking. Unlike Chloe, she wasn't getting quite flat, but her tits were being filled with fat and looking more like infamous 'man boobs' than normal tits.



Ciara nodded at Stacy in agreement. She knew something was wrong with her body, she knew something was wrong with Stacy's body too, but her heart pounded heavily with lust. It didn't matter how different they looked. Ciara's own breast was being filled with fat instead of milk, and her body odor intensified to the point of where even she noticed it, but she didn't care.

"Give me a second." Ciara pulled off her own top with some difficulty, and her bra with none whatsoever. She backed away from Stacy and undressed completely. Underneath she revealed her own human shaped shaft. Like Stacy, Ciara's vagina was flooded with two testicles that slowly filled her up on the inside, just begging to come out.



Stacy took off the rest of her clothes and smiled at Ciara. The two looked far less like two beautiful women, and more like two men, one man a burly gray man with a rhino snout without the horns, and another fat man with thick pinker skin than normal and a piggish snout. However, the horns she lacked were slowly growing out. "So...how do you want to do this?"



Ciara looked down at Stacy's crotch. She saw that gray cock of hers, deep down, part of her panicked. She knew that neither of them should have had a cock, neither were big, or in Ciara's case fat, yet here they were. Their feminine curves became less and less developed by the minute. Their asses less firm, their hips not nearly as wide, and their voices deepening as their Adam's apple pushed outwards. "Maybe in one of our beds? Not in the living room where Chloe can find us."



As if on cue, Chloe opened the door out of the basement and revealed his bull body in all of its glory. "Anyone want to do a few pushups?" Chloe wasted no time revealing his muscular body, and his deep jock tone. He paused as he looked at Ciara and Stacy. "Well, you two don't look normal at all."



"Speak for yourself." Ciara and Stacy spoke in perfect unison, and blinking in unison just as well.



"You look like a guy." Stacy added, ironically with a deep bass voice and burly body. She herself weighed over 250 pounds, but of both fat and muscle. "You SOUND like a guy too. Fuck, is that balls and a cock?" Stacy still felt so much pleasure in her vagina as it was filled with two giant balls that she wanted to orgasm, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.



"Have you two even looked in a mirror?" Chloe put his hands on his hips. "You two just don't have the balls, but I bet with a bit of stroking, you'll get them."



Ciara and Stacy glanced at each other once more, and then at Chloe. The two barely saw any women in them. 

Ciara was a slob of a man with a piggish nose, ears, and even a small curly tail that grew above a flabby ass. Musk followed her around wherever she went, and food and grease littered the top of her flabby breast.

Stacy wasn't much better. She was burly and bulky with a full rhino nose and face. Her ears were that of a rhino's own, and she had a very tiny tail of one as well. She was thick with a small gut, and she lacked any sort of feminine curves to her body.

Both women were still technically a 'her', even though they looked completely manly, they still had vaginas, although nothing could fit in them now as they both had testicles inside of them, just begging to come out.



"We really are guys." Stacy was in disbelief. Yet despite her rapid heartbeat and frown on her face, she didn't find herself hating it. In fact, she reached down and stroked the new cock between her legs. For her size, her foot long cock was about average in length for her rhino body. She found the shaft was incredibly sensitive, and she let out a deep moan after only a few strokes. She felt the testicles inside of her vagina pulse and throb with anticipation as they slid out, wet from her inner folds. Once free, her vagina sealed up, and she quickly orgasmed from her human shaped shaft, sealing her transformation as once a woman, to a burly rhino man.



Ciara couldn't believe what Stacy had just done. She had orgasmed so suddenly and so quickly that she got hit with some seed on her crotch. She wanted to complain to Stacy and ask what she was doing, but her body had other plans. She found herself quivering in pleasure as she got dirtier, and she let out a "Snrt...snrt...fuck...so dirty...so GOOD." Ciara found a hand reach down and stroke her own shaft. Much like Stacy and Chloe, Ciara's testicles soon fell out from her vagina, attached to her shaft. Her vagina sealed up to effectively change Ciara's gender, and with a loud piggy squeal, she experienced her first male orgasm and came from her cock.



The three women were now changed into three men, Chloe, a muscular jock bull, Ciara, a dirty pig, and Stacy, a burly rhino. Each woman was the virtual opposite of themselves when it came to their personalities, though with their new genders came newfound love for each other, and they quickly adapted with their new mindsets.