Hello! HauntedArmour here, and I just wanted to say thanks for the favourites and ratings on my last story. Sorry it took so long to get another one out, unfortunately my life got really hectic soon after I posted the first one, nothing particularly serious but it still left me with even less of the already fairly limited time I have to write. Hopefully my next story doesn't take as long to finish, as I've already begun the first draft, but I can't promise anything for sure (especially with Sunbreak right around the corner.)
Just a heads up though: my next story is gonna be a lot less vanilla (yes I consider this vanilla.) compared to this and 'Church,' and will contain much more extreme TFs (mostly multi and hyper but there's going to be a few other things that are definitely not everyone's cup of tea) I'll try to keep a balance between the more extreme stuff and things more like this story, but it all depends on what I feel like writing when I sit down to start a draft.
Anyways, Enjoy the story
-HauntedArmour
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My day so far had been strange, to say the least. Beginning when the preacher at my local church slowly transformed into a dual-sexed demoness nun. Then everyone else in the church began their own transformations into similar hermaphroditic fantasy creatures, collectively called 'Monsterborn'. I had also been transformed myself, but for some reason I seemed to be the only person who realized anything had ever been different, even reality itself being rewritten around our new forms. Even the church building itself was changed to support the weekly orgies that now happened there. Despite my knowledge of what happened however, it seemed that I wasn't completely immune to the reality warping power, as I soon realized that I couldn't recall my old name, or even what I had looked like before in any detail. Instead I was now Jade Arachneborn, A busty, white haired, pale-skinned woman with four black chitin covered arms and a massive, eight legged spider body in place of my legs. However, perhaps due to another effect of my transformation, I was cheerily skittering up the sidewalk as I returned to my apartment, unable to truly feel concerned about my current situation, even thoughts about the fact that I was unemployed and short on this months rent failed to stress me out to the point of panic like they had earlier in the day.
That didn't mean I wasn't still curious about what had happened though. In fact, I was planning on spending my afternoon on the computer researching Monsterborn, mostly to help me fill in the knowledge I lacked about the people and culture I apparently now belonged to, but if I were to find some clues about what caused the mass transformation at the church as I did I I wouldn't complain.
I also had concerns about the fact that the people at church that I had barely spoken more than a few words to before now treated me like a close acquaintance. Clearly the 'me' in this reality had lived a slightly different life than I had, but was it all just a creation of whatever power transformed everything, or had there been another 'me' that I somehow mentally replaced? And if that was the case, what happened to the 'real' Jade then? Ultimately, there wasn't much I could do to confirm or disprove these thoughts, so I pushed them aside and focused on figuring out as much as I could about my new life and body so that I didn't run into any problems that a lack of knowledge might bring on.
Shortly before I had arrived back at my apartment, a pair of young children, a boy and a girl not older than ten, ran past me, nearly tripping me as they pushed past my long legs. A Hispanic woman with long, straight, brunette hair was quickly chasing after them and, once she had called them back to her side, apologized on their behalf. The woman, who introduced herself as Johana, explained that she was taking her children, who were fraternal twins, over to one of their friends' houses for a birthday party. Apparently she and her husband lived in the same apartment building as me, with her and her husband saving money so they could move to a bigger place before their kids got too big for the apartment. The children were eager to get to the party however, so we quickly said our goodbyes and I finished the rest of my trip back home.
Luckily, the front entrance to the complex was large and wide, allowing my non-humanoid form through easily. Getting back to my apartment from the lobby however, proved to be a bit more of a challenge. My new arachnid body was huge and squeezing through the human-sized doorways and halls required me to tuck my legs in close to my lower abdomen as I walked, which in turn pushed my upper torso higher off the ground and forced me to duck my upper body down so it didn't hit the ceiling. Even worse was that I was forced to take the stairs up to the third floor since the elevator was much too small for me to even attempt using. After several minutes of maneuvering my body through the building, I had managed to reach my door and found that it was now twice as wide as those around it. After what I had just gone through I lacked the willingness to question the logic of this development and simply entered my apartment.
It seems that the same power that transformed the church, and widened my door, also affected my apartment as well. All of the rooms and doorways were now big enough to accommodate my body with little trouble. After seeing the door though, I had mostly expected that. What really surprised me however, was everything else about the inside. My depression and laziness had often prevented me from doing any regular cleaning, and I tended to not care about my own personal hygiene until it got to the point that I couldn't ignore it anymore. This meant that my home usually looked, and smelt, like a pigsty. Now though I couldn't find any trace of stray trash or haphazardly discarded clothing and the flowery scent of air fresheners filled my nostrils and my kitchen no longer exclusively held instant foods and leftover takeout. I found this mildly disconcerting, as it added another layer of disconnect between the current 'me' and the 'me' that existed in this reality before I transformed, but I continued to push that worry aside, as I had no way to prove or deny its validity, and went on the explore the rest of my new apartment.
My bedroom now had a padded silk hammock in place of a proper bed, presumably because laying down flat on a mattress would be much less comfortable with a massive, eight legged, spider abdomen, and my dresser was filled with various articles of clothing that were tailored to fit my new body. The lower-wear consisted almost entirely of skirts cut in the back similarly to the one I was wearing, all in various styles and colours, but there were a few sets of something that most closely resembled thigh-high leggings, coming in sets of ten that were designed to fit over my arachnid legs and two pedipalps. There were also several pairs of what was very clearly underwear, both panties and boxers, designed to be worn around my waist and pedipalps. Seeing these made me realize that I hadn't been wearing any, which then made me question why a pair of these weren't in the locker with the rest of the clothing back at the church. Deciding not to think about it, I shook my head and moved on to the upper-wear, of which there was a much larger variety. Every kind of top I could think of was represented, all of them designed with my four arms in mind, as well as several different styles of F-cup bra. Before I had mostly worn the same few articles of clothing, T-shirts and sweatpants mostly, and only washed them when they got too disgusting to wear, so this wardrobe was a significant upgrade compared to that.
With my short house tour done, I moved on to what I had been planning on doing with the rest of today: researching the current state of the world to both see if I can find clues about what had happened and, more importantly, learn as much as I could about Monsterborn to prevent any issues that might arise down the line. With these goals in mind, I sat down at my computer, the chair now more like a massive padded stool that I could rest my lower body on, and got to work. A few quick internet searches later and I had found several seemingly reliable resources on Monsterborn and spent the next few hours learning what I could from them. Apparently whatever power created Monsterborn had incredibly far reaching effects as all of my sources mention them having been around since before recorded history. One site even had a picture of a tablet depicting a harpy that had been carbon dated back to the bronze age. I also learned that in the modern era all varieties of Monsterborn are considered to be one people despite the fact that they are widely different species genetically.
One thing that both concerned and relieved me was that there were more Monsterborn than just the people in the church, lots more. Most estimates I found placed their population at somewhere around five percent of the world's population, which meant that this wasn't a localized event and that people all over the world had been transformed, meaning that there was no chance that this was targeted specifically at me or anyone else in the church, whatever the cause might have been. This led me to wondering if there was anyone else in the same situation I was, who partially retained their memories of before? I pondered this for a moment, and even did a quick search through a few social media sites to see if I could find any posts from people who were aware of the shift in reality. After several minutes without finding anything, whether due to the fact I was the only one whose memories hadn't been fully altered or because anyone in this situation understood that talking about it publicly would make them seem like an insane person. Disappointed, I returned to my research. When I tabbed back into the article I was reading however, I was shocked upon noticing that the population estimate I was looking at before had gone up substantially. A quick backtrack through my other sources confirmed that every single estimate had increased by a similar amount and the five percent from before was now closer to seven percent. I could only come to one conclusion:
People were still transforming.
I immediately stood up from my computer and skittered over to where I had left my purse. I pulled my phone out, barely even noting the sparkly green case it now had instead of the beat up grey one I had bought years ago. My chitinous nails made soft tapping sounds against the screen protector as I unlocked my phone and opened its photo gallery. I first pulled up my high school graduation photo, in it was a younger looking version of myself wearing a green dress fitted to her Arachne body. That much I expected, if everyone remembered me as I currently was then any physical evidence like a photo would have changed to match, what I was really looking for were the other people in the photo. Sure enough, I counted thirteen other people, eleven students and two faculty members, who were clearly now Monsterborn.
I then scrolled over to an old family photo from when I was a kid, already knowing what I was about to see. A conflicted feeling welled up in my gut when I saw that my parents, both of them now long passed away, had also been retroactively turned into Monsterborn. My mother's skin was now a strange off-white tone and a dark-blue mushroom-cap now sat atop her scalp with her hair, still its original shade of brown, emerging from underneath it. My father (or perhaps my other mother now?) had become a feminine arachne like myself sporting the same pale-skin, white hair, and black chitin that I did.
