Grace And Her Magical Grool Pt 02

Grouchy Grace & Her Magical Grool

This is a fairly dark tale of humiliation and revenge, but the ending is somewhat less dire than the beginning and the middle. For those who can’t easily read the tags ahead of time, the story has an emphasis on sex fluids and lactation, mind control, physical transformation (mostly to hucows), group sex, anal play, and role reversal. Most of the sex is FF+ but there is also M+F group sex and a wee bit of gender-bending as part of the human-with-animal-traits transformation. Also, the story takes place toward the end of senior year in an American high school, and every member of the class has already turned eighteen.

Chapter 4

Grace’s lust for milking her slaves only grew as the night turned into a drizzly Saturday morning. By luck, and then by experiment, she learned some of the limits of her magical power. All three girls seemed bound to obey her commands regardless, but her ability to alter their forms seemed to be related to whether or not she had her grool on her fingers or lips at the time she uttered such commands. The strength and speed of the changes also seemed to be related to how much and how recently the subjects had consumed her juices.

Once she’d uncovered the secret, Grace deduced that her inability to affect their other classmates was related to at least one of those factors, and she resolved to try again on Saturday night, as soon as possible after the second keg was tapped. But as she got more and more milk-drunk feasting on her slaves’ tits and udders, she changed their bodies in ever-more-extreme ways.

Lauren had suffered the most severe indignities, and when Grace passed out in the wee hours, her chief tormentor was an amalgam of cow, pig, and dog, bloated with dozens of breasts and limbs useless for anything. Holly and Lynn had both been left mostly human, changed back into something like the hybrid forms they’d been forced to assume at the outset of Grace’s revenge, and orgasmically thrilled to provide as much milk as demanded.

Rumbling thunder startled all four ladies awake sometime in the late morning, and Grace was dismayed and somewhat alarmed to see that all the physical changes she’d caused seemed to have reverted. Lauren was crying with relief, although the other two greeted the return of their humanity with mixed expressions on their faces.

Lauren started to get to her feet, clearly intending to make a run for it, and Grace was worried what might happen if she’d lost control of the girls. Although she doubted anyone would believe the truth, considering she barely did herself, the authorities would no doubt accept any claims the trio might make about being drugged and assaulted.

“Lauren!” Grace yelled, just before the blonde reached the door. “Get back over here and lick my pussy!” It was a somewhat desperate gamble, but if her power was truly vested in her copious sex juices, giving the rebellious girl another dose was the best thing she could do.

To the goth’s relief, Lauren immediately turned around and made her way back to the pile of mattresses on the floor, which they’d eventually used to make their play more comfortable. She dropped to her knees, face pale and furious, and began tonguing her tormentor’s crease in a very perfunctory manner. The dread Grace had been feeling vanished quickly, and she allowed herself to fall recumbent again, pillowing her head in Holly’s lap.

“Eat my cunt like you love it, bitch!” demanded Grace, albeit much less venomously in tone than she would have said it the day before. “And your tits and udder will start filling with milk again!” she added for good measure, smacking her lips in anticipation of delicious warm boob juice for breakfast. “All of your tits and udders are getting full of your yummy milk!” she declared.

After several minutes of cunnilingus with no signs of physical changes, however, Grace began wondering if she’d discovered another limitation to her magic. Lauren remained entirely human, even down to a look on her face that struck the goth as snide and triumphant. Holly and Lynn, although obviously eager to please their new mistress however they could, also remained stubbornly human despite a number of commands to grow teats, tails, or other bestial bits.

“Guess someone’s not as powerful as she thinks she is,” remarked Lauren, looking something like her old self, despite kneeling naked on a stained mattress with pussy juice glistening on her chin.

“Really?” asked Grace, rolling her eyes. “You take that tone with me after I already demonstrated you have to obey my commands?” Lauren’s smug expression quickly vanished and was replaced by fear. “I guess it’s true what they say about blondes,” Grace said with a sinister smile. “My vibrator is in my bag. Fuck your ass with it until I tell you to stop.”

Lauren closed her eyes and squeezed out several fresh tears as she complied with the humiliating order, but Grace spared little attention. The goth girl was consumed with a desire to know why she couldn’t alter their bodies any more, and frustrated at the lack of fantastic breastmilk that was a consequence. She rubbed her belly angrily, which had been swollen when she went to sleep, distended by how much she’d drunk. It was even somewhat astonishing that she wasn’t feeling sick after having consumed so much dairy in such a short period of time.

Shaking her head to dispel the thoughts, Grace looked up and saw her loyal pets staring at the spectacle of Lauren anally abusing herself. The blonde girl was glaring at the goth with barely suppressed rage and shame, but Grace had been in the opposite situation with her too often to feel more than a few tiny twinges of sympathy. “Moo like a cow-slut while you’re doing that,” she commanded, smirking happily as Lauren immediately began lowing with each thrust. Aside from being arousingly perverted, making the girl bellow had also forced her to close her eyes and stop staring.

“What am I going to do with you two, though?” Grace mused.

Holly and Lynn, realizing they were being addressed, looked around inquisitively. “Ma’am?” said Holly, while Lynn asked, “Mistress?”

“I like how obedient and servile you sluts are,” said Grace with a smile, causing both of them to beam at the praise.

“My cow-tits are here for your pleasure, Ma’am!” replied Holly, holding them in her hands and offering them up.

“I would love to service your divine pussy, Mistress!” Lynn gushed, bowing with her head to the floor like a slave or religious fanatic.

“I should have known you two would be easy to flip,” Grace giggled, spreading her legs. “You may lick me, Lynn. Holly, I’d rather

you

suck on

my

titties instead.”

With moans of pleasure, both girls complied eagerly, and Grace couldn’t help but grin at Lauren, who had opened her eyes, apparently unable to resist watching her former friends debase themselves at the goth’s command. “I’ll tell you what, Laurie-cow,” teased Grace. “If you can make Lynn cum from licking her asshole, you can cum, too. But don’t stop pounding your ass while you rim her.” Lauren’s moos gained a more plaintive character as she awkwardly shuffled forward and bent her tongue to its new task. Lynn mooed happily at the new source of pleasure, and Grace nearly mooed herself as the vibrations of her pussy-slave’s lowing reverberated through her sex.

~~

By lunchtime, the rain had slacked off, and all four girls were getting very hungry. There was no one working in the dining hall, but the senior class had access to the kitchen and their chaperones had provided a variety of simple foods and snacks. Grace, who seemed increasingly cranky and irritable despite being sexually serviced all morning, told Lynn to bring some food to her cabin later, as she wanted to take a shower.

It turned out that Lauren had been unable to make Lynn cum just by licking her ass, so Grace had forced her to leave the vibrator in her ass ‘until the power runs out.’ She’d allowed all three to put on the panties she’d stolen from them the night before, but nothing else, and sent them back to their cabin topless to change into their bikinis, which were to be their outfits for the rest of the day.

“Oh, and one other thing,” said the grouchy goth girl as she opened the door to shoo them out of her cabin. “If anyone asks, Lauren, you came out to your friends last night and told them you wanted to be their lesbian love slave for the whole weekend. Lynn, Holly, you happily accepted her service, because you’ve been secret lovers for a while. Do whatever you want to show people she’s your slave, and Lauren, obey their commands as if they came from me.”

As soon as the three girls were shut out of Grace’s cabin, Lynn decided to put her new authority to the test. “On the ground, slave, and crawl behind us!” Lauren whimpered but did as she was told. Lynn smiled at Holly, who looked a bit more embarrassed by the situation, but allowed her new girlfriend to take her hand and lead the way. They encountered no one on the brief trip to their cabin, which they were sharing with two other girls, but the sounds from the dining hall suggested that was where most of their classmates were hanging out.

As the girls changed into their bikinis, they noticed that their bodies apparently hadn’t completely reverted to their pre-transformation states. All three had trimmed their pubes carefully to avoid having any stray hairs peeking from their bottoms, but they could now see that their bushes were slightly overgrown. It hadn’t been obvious while nude, or even in their panties, but it was unmistakable in their swimwear.

“Well, shit,” said Holly, trying futilely to adjust the way it sat in hopes of covering everything. “I guess we need to make a quick trip to the showers, too.”

“No, we have to go to breakfast first, that’s what Mistress said to do,” asserted Lynn, who was already resigned to the idea that she was about to give their classmates a bit of a show. She expected it to be humiliating, but debasing herself in the service of her goddess was a divine thrill.

“But!” Holly started to object, but her will to resist crumbled almost instantly. Her shoulders sagged and she stared at the ground, blushing.

“I can’t believe the two of you,” snarled Lauren. “You’re fucking pathetic, both of you.”

Lynn gave the other blonde a sly smile and said, “Your dildo is sticking out too far; it looks like you’ve either got a tail or a turd.” Lauren’s face burned with shame as she tried to twist around enough to get a decent look at her behind. With a giggle, Lynn said, “Hold still, I’ll help you.”

Lauren had no choice but to obey, but she started screaming when Lynn rammed the vibrator deeply into her ass. The shorter blonde clapped a hand over the taller one’s mouth to muffle her yells, then proceeded to shove the toy in so deeply that no one would be able to tell it was there. Or at least, it was too embedded to distort the shape of Lauren’s bikini bottom, but her stiff posture and awkward gait suggested she was in some kind of discomfort or distress.

The trio turned quite a few heads when they entered the dining hall a few minutes later. Lynn smiled brightly at the confused expressions on everyone’s faces, while Holly gave her classmates a shy, blushing grin; Lauren did her best to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

“I know this will come as a bit of a surprise to all of you,” announced Lynn to the room, “But I wanted you to hear it from us first. Holly and I are lesbian lovers!” She gave the red-faced brunette a kiss on the cheek and nuzzled her ear playfully, making the girl squeak. The tiny noise seemed very loud in the stunned silence that gripped the room.

“I thought she said, ‘if anyone asks!’” Holly whispered, burning with embarrassment.

Lynn shrugged and goosed her friend, whispering back, “She also said we could do anything we wanted to show them Lauren’s our slave now. Watch!”

Turning back to the astonished senior class, the short blonde held out one leg and said, “Oh, and Lauren has agreed to be our lesbian love slave. Lauren, kiss my foot!”

The taller blonde groaned quietly and dropped to her hands and knees, grimacing with humiliation, not to mention some distaste at being made to pleasure a foot, especially one that hadn’t been washed recently. Lynn noticed that her former friend was only kissing the top, which was somewhat cleaner than her soles, and considered ordering her to lick away all the dirt, but her train of thought was interrupted.

“Oh, my God! You sick fucks!” screamed Lily, one of the girls who had planned to share a cabin with them. She came from a deeply religious family, so it didn’t surprise Lynn much when the pastor’s daughter followed up with, “You’re all going to burn in Hell! I’ve gotta go grab my stuff!” She rushed out of the dining hall, followed by Anna, arguably the most popular girl in school and their other cabin-mate for the weekend.

Lynn noted that some of the guys looked intrigued, and they had also noticed their poorly trimmed pussy hair. The rest of their classmates still seemed at a loss for how to react, remaining seated and mostly silent aside from a few whispers.

“Go make us some food, Lauren,” commanded Holly, whose stomach was loudly rumbling. “You can finish kissing her foot later.”

As the servile blonde hurried to comply with the new order, Lynn teased, “She can kiss something else after breakfast.” Feeling naughty, she cupped her mound suggestively with her free hand and waggled her tongue at some of the other girls in their class, all of whom blushed and looked away quickly.

Holly and Lynn seated themselves at the nearest table, which prompted their classmates to quickly move to another one, as if they thought the depravity they were witnessing might be contagious. “Heh, they’re not far wrong!” Lynn thought, giving her sex a squeeze once it was safely concealed. She hummed lustfully, imagining their classmates as cows.

Lauren returned with three bowls of cereal and some fruit a few minutes later, subserviently fetching napkins and other items for her former friends before she was allowed to enjoy her own breakfast. Wanting to humiliate her further, though, Lynn said, “Put your bowl on the ground, slave. You’re not allowed to eat at the table.”

Lauren whimpered but obeyed, and for good measure, Holly added, “And no spoons or other cutlery! Eat like the bitch you are!” Lynn smiled, glad that Holly seemed to be getting more fully into the spirit, and stared into her girlfriend’s eyes with arousal. The new lovers began kissing one another deeply, which finally prompted the rest of their cohorts to abandon the dining hall, although not without a lot of muttering and backward glances.

“When you’re done with your cereal, Lauren, let me know. I have plans for you,” Lynn said between kisses, pulling aside the gusset of her bikini bottoms to expose her puffy sex.

Chapter 5

Despite the emotional and sexual satisfaction of turning the tables on some of her former bullies, Grace found herself irritable and jittery as she tried to shower off the residues of her night of debauchery. She couldn’t figure out what the problem was, although she assumed and hoped it might be nothing more than a combination of low blood sugar and nervous eagerness for nightfall, when her mysterious powers might return in full force.

Even though she’d had numerous orgasms in the recent past, Grace couldn’t resist fingering herself while she let the lukewarm water splash across her skin. It helped to quell her restless anxiety by a small amount, especially when she tasted her juices, which seemed to be the key to her strange magic. She brought herself to a quiet climax while imagining what she hoped to do to the rest of the senior class once the sun set.

Grace was standing at the bathroom mirror applying her habitually dark make-up when she overheard two of her classmates walk by, and their words filled her with a feeling of vindictive satisfaction.

“I can’t believe they’re all dykes!” said the outraged voice of Lily, the religious girl.

“I always kind of wondered about Lynn,” said Anna, the queen bee of the school’s tiny hive. “She’s been following Lauren around like a devoted puppy since grade school, so I thought maybe she had a secret crush or something. But I’d never in a million years have guessed it was actually Lauren that’s the bitch in their gross little triangle.”

“Ugh! I hope they didn’t get their germs all over our cabin!” huffed Lily.

Smirking happily at her reflection, Grace congratulated herself on a job well done, insofar as she was ruining her former bullies’ social standings. She expected the little town might explode in apoplectic rage once they found out, but rather than increasing her jubilation, she felt a twinge of worry that some pig-headed citizen would try to harm one or all of the girls.

Grace had been an outsider in the town for almost a year and had worried for her own safety a few times, but she’d been quite vocal about her intent to leave as soon as she could after graduation. That might have helped the bigots control their violent impulses, thinking they could just wait her out, but what might they do if they felt some of their own had been corrupted? Would Holly, Lynn, or Lauren still have a home in the town once the story of their new status worked its way through the grapevine?

Discomforted by the thoughts, and annoyed with herself for more unwanted empathy, Grace angrily finished perfecting her look and stomped back to her cabin, hoping that whatever her girls brought her to eat, they would at least bring some milk.

~~

Holly chewed her food quietly and observed Lynn’s continuing dominance of their former friend. Granted, the girl was using borrowed power to humble and humiliate Lauren, but that didn’t make it any less hot to watch. Under the light of day, Holly no longer seriously thought of herself as Grace’s obedient cow-slut, but the memory of how thoroughly dominated she had been still lingered, as did the acknowledgement that she’d loved the disgraceful treatment. To her shame, she found herself jealous of the abuse being heaped on the girl who used to be their ringleader.

“Penny for your thoughts, Hollywood,” said Lynn, who had apparently noticed how introspective the brunette was being.

Holly smiled at the reminder of her old nickname, although no one had called her that since high school started. Unwilling to admit her real thoughts, she cast around desperately for something else to say, and blurted out, “I miss being a cow!” Lauren snorted loudly into her bowl of food under the table, and even Lynn couldn’t help but giggle at the humiliating admission. Mortified, Holly hid her face with her hands and groaned.

Lynn reached an arm around her bikini-clad girlfriend and said, “Oh, poor little heifer! Don’t you worry, I’m sure Goddess Grace will make all of us her sexy cows again.”

Holly hoped it was true, and sort of hated herself for hoping it. She was also uncomfortable to hear Lynn describing their former victim as a goddess, but chose not to remark on it, at least not before Lauren could.

“Are you fucking insane?” she asked, sounding serious and perhaps even legitimately concerned. “She’s not a goddess. Maybe a witch or a demon or something, considering what we’ve suffered. You two can’t actually like it, can you?”

“I can and I do,” asserted Lynn angrily. “Her pussy is divine. Pure ambrosia. The only thing you’ve

suffered

is justice. It always seems like persecution when you’re used to being the one handing down judgments.”

Lauren’s expression was inscrutable, but she finally announced, “Okay. That answers that question. You are

totally

fucking bonkers now.”

“And you’re

totally

fucking done with eating anything except my cunt, you unrepentant whore,” said Lynn with a smirk, opening her legs a little wider.

The defeated blonde sagged in resignation as she pushed her bowl aside and crawled forward to begin licking her erstwhile sidekick once more. Lynn sighed with satisfaction and looked at Holly with a mischievous glint in her eye. “If you miss being a cow, maybe you’d enjoy taking your top off and joining her on the floor?”