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The location wasn't what either Alexander or Ariel had in mind when they originally decided to tie the knot. Downwind of what smelled like a pig sty and in the shadow of a barn it was anything from romantic. But circumstances had made it as good a place as any so the two were happy all the same.

"At least it's not raining," Alexander noted to his soon to be wife in an effort to break some of the unspoken anxiety among the small group of four gathered.

"Always finding the bright side of a bad situation. One reason I love you, hun," Ariel doted, petting her husband's beard. She was anxious as she had ever been in her whole life so she appreciated the man she loved trying to lighten the mood. "Any sign of the official yet, Jane? Or even a call?" she asked her nearby friend who was serving as a witness for the ceremony, among many other roles.

"Nothing since he texted forty minutes ago. Shouldn't be more than that to drive out here. Sure it's out of the way but we were tipping him extra for this so you'd expect some expediency," huffed Jane as checked her phone yet again. In her other hand she was nursing a can of soda.

"He'll be here soon. Don't worry. This place is pretty far off the map for most," reasoned Alexander.

"That is sort of the point. My uncle's farm is miles from town and about as far as your mother, Ariel, as we can get and still be in the county. If she's able to find us out here I'd eat this can," Jane wagered confidently. She was standing at the corner of the barn watching both the driveway and the farmhouse. "I'm less confident my guy will make it back before this official gets here. He said he was going to the bathroom for just five minutes and it's been closer to twenty by this point. What is taking him so long?"

"Maybe he fell in," Alexander suggested in jest.

"More likely his glasses fell in again. Not the first, or second time that's happened," sighed Jane.

"Aren't relationships magical?" Ariel mused while still smiling into Alexander's eyes.

"They sure are," agreed Alexander and Jane in unison. Though Alexander spoke with affection and Jane bemusement.

Jane was at least a little relieved to see James finally emerge from the farmhouse. He hurriedly made his way over to the group where he immediately saw his girlfriend's frustration. "Is the official still not here? What, is he running here?" he huffed. Anything that frustrated Jane would start angering the easily flustered man.

"He's on his way. We can only presume," Ariel sighed.

"Your uncle isn't going to be mad if this takes a little longer than we thought, right?" Alexander asked his fiance.

"Nah. Uncle Wayne is old and checked out most of the time. Probably forgot I even asked. He's off in one of his fields right now so as long as this guy can get here before sundown, I don't see any issues. Course if he doesn't..." Ariel said with a little foreboding in her voice.

Alexander was quick to pet her shoulder to try and ease some of that tension. "Don't worry. He'll be here. Probably any time now," he assured.

"He better be. I was going to tip for doing this on short notice and not telling my mom. Guess I'll be happy with the latter so long as he gets here," Ariel explained for herself.

"I'll tip a hundred myself if he gets here in an hour," touted James. "And I'd think not telling your psycho mom would go without saying."

"The way she gets her tendrils into anything, it's a small miracle we arranged it as well as we did," said Jane.

"I know. That's why the sooner this is done, the sooner I can start my new life with the man that I love and leave this town, and my family, behind for good," Ariel stated emphatically. She then embraced her fiance for a few moments.

The four suburbanite twenty-somethings were gathered out at the edge of the country for a marriage because the bride-to-be Ariel's mother was perhaps the purest definition of the phrase: 'just the worst'. When she presented Alexander, a stocky guy with dark hair, a beard, average height and mild mannered temperament, to her mother Janice she spent six hours lecturing them about why she wouldn't let such a thing take place. Always the control freak, she intended to choose Ariel's husband for her like she had with all her previous siblings. So any show of freewill on her part wouldn't be allowed. Not now. Not ever.

A curvy, dark haired beauty with an easy going and tolerant attitude grew up in spite of her mother rather than for anything she intended to teach. If Janice had been a normal horrible mother that would have been one thing. Janice was no mere unsympathetic single mother but a highly respected and highly feared witch. The sort that turned the mayor into a rat one time because they didn't show her proper respect or making children who wandered onto her lawn take up permanent residence as statues or new trees. So defying her was not simply risking losing her home, income, or being cut off from the family. It risked her life but even more poignantly for Jane, it risked her friends and the love of her life.

It was her friend, Jane, that helped give both she and Alexander the push to do what was needed. James was also equally supportive with no fear shown on his part of Janice's wrath. An out of towner, James didn't know the witch's reputation. As a tall, broad chested man with short brown hair, glasses, and a smirk, he wasn't the type to scare easily. In fact he was known for having a temper himself so was privately hoping for a confrontation. Jane on the other hand, a petite brunette with long, brunette hair with a normally more patient temper that evened out her boyfriend's anger. She had at least heard the rumors about Janice and trusted the stories Ariel had told her, unbelievable as most were. But she and James were instrumental in arranging the hasty ceremony where they would serve as legal witnesses to Ariel and Alexander's marriage. Something they had taken very seriously.

"I think I see a car headed this way," James alerted the others as he scoped the road.

"It's not a purple Cadillac, is it?" Ariel asked right away.

Everyone looked to James for an answer but he wasn't sure himself at first. Once it was near enough though he could at least tell it was a green pickup truck. "No, not a Cadillac. Pickup. That's a good sign, right?"

Ariel and Alexander sighed with relief. "Awesome. Think I can hear it coming now too and it's definitely not my mom's car. Has to be our guy. What was his name again, Jane?" an allayed Ariel asked her friend.

"Judge Jacobs. Nice enough guy, if a bit prone to conversation. I told him we had to be quick so, here's hoping he remembers," Jane answered.

"I'll remind him, if need be," James all but threatened.

"Don't be like that, James. This is supposed to be a special day for Ariel and Alexander. I'll talk to him if need be," Jane told her boyfriend, tugging at his sleeve.

"Right, right. Looks like he's turning up the driveway now," James alerted the others as he moved back behind the barn with the others.

All four walked from one side of the barn to the other to meet the approaching pickup truck. The dirt road to the farmhouse was dusty that day the truck moved towards them in a cloud. They didn't think of being unable to see inside the cab. So as the truck pulled up the group went to the driver side door to greet the official.

"He sure drove up in a hurry. I'm all for a quick ceremony," Alexander whispered to Ariel just as the door opened. Stepping out was the pale faced Judge but there was a passenger...

"I told him I wanted it as fast as possible. Can't risk my mom finding- oh no! No! Alexander, run!" Ariel screamed the moment she saw who had gotten out on the other side. The whole reason they were and Ariel's notorious mother Janice.

"What do you- fuck! Fuck, everyone r- AH!" but as Alexander tried to warn James and Jane to flee an invisible hand clenched around his and the other's throat. They tried to call for help but could barely breathe, with each dropping to one or both knees, gasping for air.

Ariel thought she had planned things so well.

Judge Jacobs was a pudgy man in his mid fifties with salt and pepper hair, a short beard, sunburned skin on his face and had on his judicial robes with an older fashion three piece suit underneath. But it was his bedraggled expression, ripped and torn robes along with bruise marks on his own throat that told his story of a broken man. Broken by the ten years younger, much more furious looking Janice whose red and black witch attire was a bad sign.

She only wore those when she was 'dispensing fates' as she called it. Ariel knew it meant she was angry beyond anything but punishment now. As she came around the truck and the dust settled Janice's hand could be seen held in a choking motion while in her other a wand made of a crooked branch that seethed jade energy. Janice herself was on the shorter size, with larger breasts but a more pear shaped lower half. While normally more youthful looking, her wrinkled, blemished, and mole covered skin could be seen which meant Janice also wasn't concerned about her appearance. Another ill omen for what she had in store.

"Thought you could get away with it. Thought I wouldn't know. Me! How could a daughter of mine be so stupid has been boggling my mind the whole ride over here. And you know what I realized, daughter?" Janice asked once standing over her fallen offspring. Her harsh, grating, and irate to the point of rabid voice was fingernails on a chalkboard to them all, even the Judge. "I realized that if you planned on leaving me then perhaps it's time I let go. Time I set you aside and give your younger sisters, who better know how to listen, the attention I waste on your seedy exploits! I'm tired of your besmirching my good name and I'm going to see that you and all your accomplices suffer for what you've done to me! Including that wretch of a specimen you tried to despoil my family with!" cursed the woman who spat in Alexander's face. Janice clenched her fist too but resisted the urge to punch Alexander as well.

Instead the enraged matriarch surveyed the farmyard carefully. Spotting a large barn gave Janice a fiendish smirk that worried both the still choking as well as the Judge. Who clearly didn't want to be present. "I took you here. I did what you said, Janice. Is my debt fulfilled? Please? You have them. That's what you wanted," the Judge told the woman, his voice lacking all his usual authority and gravitas. He sounded like a broken and scared man.

"You conspired with them, Judge Jacobs. Your debt is fulfilled when I say it is. Now help them along to the barn. I don't like this sun. Or worrying about being interrupted. Come on! Don't make me tell you twice!" Janice ordered the man remorselessly.

Not wanting to agitate the woman anymore that he had the Judge set about hurriedly getting all four to their feet. "I'm sorry about this, kids. I don't know how she found out but she did. I don't have a choice," the fearful Judge whispered under his breath as he herded them forward. He was quick to tend to his guilty conscience for his part.

A flick of Janice's wand blew open the wooden barn's doors, flushing out farm smells and excess straw. It blew past their feet as they entered the well-taken care of and not entirely empty building. Out of a total five stalls, two were filled with hay bales, two were empty, and one contained a lone donkey munching on his feed. The animal watched with dim interest as the four youths were dropped to their knees again but this time in a row, shoulder to shoulder. This done, the Judge stood behind them waiting to be released before things soured like he knew they would. Janice had been very talkative on the way over about the myriad of ways she could deal with things.

Judge Jacobs was about to ask if he could go when Janice spoke up first, her tone unsympathetic. "Judge, I think I saw some goats out there. Fetch me a ram and put it in one of these stalls for me. And don't make me wait for you. A plan is coming together and best not impeded. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get one now," the Judge stammered before almost tripping over his feet as he left.

The judge wasn't even out of earshot when Janice began a tirade long gestating in her head. "You're a despicable excuse for a daughter. Especially one so loved and cared for and appreciated as you were by me. Me!" she screeched at her gagging daughter. "I should have never allowed you to hang out with this poor wretch of a man here." Janice turned to Alexander and slapped him hard across the face, crowing with laughter right afterwards. "I've had five or six husbands myself, your dad included, Ariel, and each of those sorry sacks of beef were worth more than this one. It always has to be about Ariel and her feelings and thoughts. Always hogging the spotlight for all these years just to end up trying to elope without me knowing? If you're this age and still making such bad choices then you leave me no choice but to ensure you never embarrass the family or me ever again!" Her arms lifted in a flourish as she seemed to come down with her own judgment on Ariel in particular. Only to turn her foul scrutiny on James and Jane.

"And you Jane, what happened to you? When I have to tell your mother about this, and I will, I will express my condolences that she had such an ungrateful little snot as a child. Share with her my similar tale of woe with my own ingrate spawn. She'll be upset but I'm sure she'll understand what I did was for the best. Maybe they can focus more on your younger brother now that you'll no longer be milking them for attention and money spent on your generation's swallow frivolities. You had such potential Jane," Janice remarked with such disappointment that started the target of her barbs crying.

Jane knew the rumors about what Janice could do and had been friends with Ariel long enough to know the old cunt definitely knew magic. She understood like Ariel, and Alexander to a degree, what Janice was capable of. Unlike her boyfriend James who as Janice stalked over to him, her eyes leering a hole through his forehead, simply thought that death was what awaited all of them. With them found with their windpipes crushed shut in some dumpster several counties over. James would soon find out there are other horrible punishments available to a witch of Janice's caliber.

"I can barely be bothered to recall your name, boy. I don't want to waste any more thought on you than I need. Men like you always turn out to be assholes in my experience so I can guess your future otherwise. But if you're in the company of these three and knowingly conspiring behind my back then you've made your bed. I'll make it one of straw! How's that sound, hmm? You'll no more escape my wrath than any of the others. In fact, why not start with you?" Janice's fuming rant ended with her grabbing James by his nose.

Sneering, Janice then wrenched him up to his feet as roughly as she could using the hand she had been maintaining her literal stranglehold over them all with. This released that spell only for a dab of her wand to cause those inanimate pieces of straw to animate, stitching together and swiftly shackling Jane, Ariel, and Alexander's ankles. They also wrapped up their calves with an unbreakable weave of straw that kept them on their knees as they still caught their breaths. While those three were restrained James was pulled in front of the group looking hapless. He had nearly a foot on Janice in height and was certainly stronger but her touch drained him of the will to overcome her. James had never felt so helpless and weak.

"I don't want any of you to think I'm teaching I'm lesson by any of this. You've all proven you're not worth such effort. Everything from now until the end of your lives is simple punishment. Punishment for lying! Punishment for not honoring your mother! Punishment for embarrassing your families! For embarrassing me! Punishment for proving you all aren't capable of human decency. So perhaps you ain't human then!" declared Janice by screaming into James's face. As she did she raised her wand to point at the man, its end glowing brighter. "Like you. You're not human, are ya?" she challenged James.

"Let me, the fuck go you psycho, fucking bitch! Leave us the fuck- Ah!- alone!" a defiant James replied through great strain.

"Mom, stop!" Ariel coughed as tried voiced her voice again.

"James, run! You can't fight her!" Jane tried to warn her boyfriend in a weak voice.

"I'll fucking kill you if you don't, let me, g-g-g-ahhh!" James' threat was curtailed by Janice yanking his nose sharply.

"You'll be the first, boy! Hold still now while I give you form more fitting of one so undeserving. Not just of humanity either," started the witch as arcs of green electricity sparked from wand to James's cheek. Then as James was overcome with a fierce, nearly paralyzing aching throughout his body Janice continued with her fiendish taunting. "That this should end in a barn shows how truly fated this all was to happen. I have no guilt for what I've done, for what I'm doing, or for what I will do. I'm merely fate's preferred agent of action here. Likely as no one has been gravely harmed by your careless, self-centered actions as me. So if fate wants you in a barn, I shall make you at home here!"

A bright, blinding flash of emerald light enveloped them all for a brief moment amid cries for mercy from Ariel, Alexander, and most of all Jane. When all three could see again James had fallen to his hands and knees with skin glistening like hot clay and steam rising off his clothed back. Janice stood above him more concerned with whether she cracked a nail when manhandling James. His condition rapidly deteriorated into him twitching, groaning, and scratching at his shirt or pants at one newly spawned itch or another. It was an effort for him to just look at his friends. Eyes shocked wide with pained confusion they could tell something was magic had him now.

"Mother, what did you do? What did you do?" Ariel accosted Janice. She also went to raise her arms just to find those now restrained by the enchanted hay. The same bound Alexander and Jane's until all three had their arms bound firmly to their sides. All this while James's groaning got louder and audible sounds of cracking and crunching bones erupt under his clothing.

"James! No! No, please not him!" Jane yelled even more vehemently as she saw tears rolling down her boyfriend's puffed cheeks.

"It should not take long. The rest of you can watch and ruminate on what's to become of him. It's your actions that brought this ultimately upon yourselves. This is your fault! The least you can do now is watch what you've wrought," huffed Janice who had calmed slightly now that the first of them had been dealt with. James didn't know it yet but the tugging at his ears, nose, tongue, and even teeth was not going away. Not until he wasn't himself anymore.

"W-W-What have yo-yo-you done to, to, to m-m-m-," but James's trembling voice felt something bubbling up his throat. He made an attempt to hold it in but with his gums and teeth somehow too large for his mouth he was forced to relent. "What is- HAWWWWWWW! EHHHH HAWWWWW!"

Barely two words out of James before a bout of braying took him, causing his glasses to finally fall from his face. This appeared to trigger some advancement of all those places he felt something bulging, bloating, aching, or tugging. His ears had grown more pointed but now rapidly elongated even further, the flesh getting thicker, darker, and even sprouting some black-gray hairs. Their equine resemblance flowed down into the widening brow, bridge, nose, and nostrils while growing their own hair. Blackened lips and muzzle weren't far behind. And most heartbreaking to Jane, aside from James's pained sobbing, happened when the lump at the base of his spine outgrew the confines of his taut jeans. It tore open a hole and out flopped some seven inches of bony, hairless tail. But it grew longer, harrier, and as it twitched to life it was no doubt a donkey's tail.

"HAWWWWW! HAWwwwwWWw- Fuck! It h-h-h- hAWWWrts! Help... me... J-J-J... HAWWWWW!" James's warping voice was unnerving to hear. Especially as the braying got louder and the human words became too hard to make. James simply stopped trying and instead tried to combat the litany of foreign sensations that he was experiencing.

"What do you think, Janey? Would you still love your man if he was just an ass? Or would it truly change much for you? Ha! I bet not!" Janice taunted from several feet clear of both James and the others. She was starting to enjoy herself more with the visible panic between them all being just the sort of reaction Janice craved. "Look at him grow. My magic flows well today. I will thank the fates for that later. For now, feel your body taken from you, boy! I've chosen a form for you that will become your existence soon enough. A form that doesn't need clothes," she chided James as his shirt and jeans were shredding at the seams.

Forced to all fours by the realignment and growth of his pelvis, James's thighs and ass were now outgrowing his pants. The hole opened by his tail led to the seat of his pants opening wide followed by his hips and thickening thighs splitting the fabric apart to free themselves. Just some bits of his underwear and the cuffs of his jeans would remain after a minute's worth of equine growth. At the same time his bloated gut and broadening rib cage did in his shirt in a more gradual process. But the more that came off the more donkey hide, hair, and form was revealed. Last were his shoes but they too were overcome when intense cramping of James's toes had led to a numbing of everything up to the ankle. Wasn't long before dark, heavy hooves could be seen outgrowing its space.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck we are fucked! So fucking fucked," Alexander repeated as the ominous, disturbing sounds of James's transformation filled the barn.

"James, no! Not him! I love him! Don't make him a, a, a," but Jane couldn't bring herself to say it.

"You think anything you say will change my mind, girl? We're well beyond that point. You should be saying your goodbyes, not begging for a life already lost! Can't you hear him braying? It's rather noticeable!" laughed Janice at Jane's sorrow.

"Mom, he, James didn't do anything! Jane either! At least let them go! It's me you're mad at!" Ariel pleaded to try and save her friends.

"I've told you already it's too late, child. Everything you say now is just to hope for mercy. Have you known me to ever show mercy to the deserving?" Janice challenged her daughter. Just then James's cries grew frantic when his hands were now next to cramp and hardened into hooves. Cries that brought a bigger grin to the cruel one she already had.

Ariel shook her head. "Merciful? Never. But to your own flesh and blood? Your daughter? The man she loves? You know this is wrong! You know-"

Janice struck her daughter again across the face. "You know not a damned thing about me, child. Or else you would not be here. Shame you did not come to know that sooner. You may have avoided this. But there is no avoiding it now. I'm looking at nothing but animals now," she affirmed just as she spied the Judge returning.

"Found one. Wasn't easy to rope him but I managed," the Judge announced as he led a white billy by a length of rope. Seeing James and his current state in between species gave him a moment's pause before he swallowed his fears and pressed on to present Janice with what she asked for.

"Took you long enough. Tie it off on that pillar over there then fetch that donkey from over there. And don't make me tell you twice!" Janice hissed.

The Judge obliged without saying a word. While he did James's changes moved into a new stage that Jane was the unfortunate first one to notice. James's lower half had taken all the dimensions of a donkey with meat still to pack on along with some length to his legs. These changes had left James's manhood dangling unchanged between increasingly massive legs. Jane couldn't look away from James at all so noticed when his manhood was both leaking and shrinking. As it did it slid up the crack of his butt where a slit had opened. Then the scrotum and testicles were absorbed into the gathered flesh around this opening with his penis disappearing into the leathery dark folds pulsing to life. It made Jane at last look away from James, the pain for him too great.

Ariel and Alexander only picked up on James's swap of sex when the mass they thought was his sheath turned out to be a small jennet udder. Complete with teats and no manhood. This struck a particular blow to Alexander who feared losing his own cock and balls. Imagining how emasculating that would be made his skin crawl and loins ache. As the Judge led out the donkey- whose maleness was undeniable with his ample endowment- made not just Alexander's heart flutter but the others' too.

James was so wracked with his vast array of changes that he hadn't actually noticed he was no longer a man. There was so much going on with his body that he only felt something was different when his new cunt started radiating jennet hormones. These hit his brain as his skull swelled to a more equine shape, giving him equine thoughts to match. So that when James saw the donkey approaching his first thoughts were of how handsome the jack was. James shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts but they only dissipated slightly then came over him again.

"A jack for a jenny! Perfect!" Janice cheered with a sinister tone. "Let him go, Jacobs. Then fetch that goat again for me," she ordered the Judge.

"Y-Yes, Janice," he obeyed as he slinked off yet again.

"As for you, jack, I bet you can listen. Be a good beast and give this poor jenny what she needs," Janice encouraged the donkey as it sauntered by her. It had already picked up on the scent of James who had started coming into season that's to more of the witch's magic. Some of which she used on the jack to give him both a spark of virile energy but also to cause a threefold growth of his testicles. Something those kneeling could all see, with Jane reduced to mournful wailing, Alexander experiencing a panic attack, and Ariel left in regret, wondering what, if anything, she could have done to avoid this. Short of not falling in love, she couldn't think of a way.

Barely over ten minutes since James started changing and he was almost unrecognizable as a gray haired jennet. Little was left of the man Jane loved and the others counted as a good friend. Just some patches of bare skin and his enlarged but still human eyes. James's mind was under siege by donkey instincts, desires, needs, and wants which left him unable to move as the jack sized him up. Once the jack got behind James it just took a little sniff for an aroused donkey to mount.

"Noooo! Please, stop! Stop this!" Jane whimpered for herself.

She also spoke for James who knew what was coming and couldn't stop it. It was utterly surreal for him to be staring down a donkey's nose. To be on four legs. To be standing on his old, tattered clothing. To have a horny jack on his back. Then it became all too real with the donkey thrusting his cock into him, causing James to let out a long, moaning bray. Only his eyes conveyed the shame the man felt as the thrusting started. A look that would haunt those who would remember it.

"Ah yes, that's the look I want to see. Confusion, embarrassment, regret, pathos, and most of all, fear. That's what you'll all feel by the end!" announced Janice with a vicious glee. "Now watch as that all leaves him. He feels it already I bet. A decent into bestial simplicity. Consider it a gift, boy. You won't remember your shame by the time the jack is done with you. You won't remember anything at all in fact. Just what any other pregnant jennet would know. So glad I never bothered to remember your name. Wouldn't have mattered," she professed proudly to James.

The man had barely enough awareness then to understand what she meant, leading to a sense of heartbreak and remorse that would melt into general dim emotions of a normal jennet. Gone were any patches of human skin while James's pupils were wide rectangles in a sea of dull brown. Instead of tense, fearful, and scared the jenny was content, happy, and a willing mate. When the jack finally orgasmed there was nothing left of James except what was left of his clothes and his friend's memories.

"That's one taken care of. Now for another," Janice gloated. That was the Judge's cue to hand her the rope serving as the billy goat's leash and collar which she took with her free hand. "When the donkeys are done, get them into stalls next to each other. Then fetch another length of rope for me," she ordered the man.

While the Judge went to work behind her Janice's ire turned to Jane. The unimaginably traumatic transformation of her boyfriend into a jenny right in front of her had left Jane hunched over on her knees crying as if James had been murdered in front of her. It left her slow to react when Janice disenchanted her restraints, causing the straw to revert back to brittle nothing. Janice had no trouble snatching her up by the hair, prompting yet more screams as she's dragged forward.

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm sorry! Please! I don't want to be a donkey!" Jane begged the witch desperately.

"Mom, why?! You know Jane! She was only being a good friend!" Ariel defended.

"A good friend? A good friend would have come to me when this treachery started! Not helped aid in its planning! No, Jane deserves this as much as all you. You hear that, girl? You had this coming the second, the literal second, you agreed to take part. You fall with the rest!" Janice accused Jane, tossing her to the floor then directing her sparking wand at the quaking young woman. "I can promise you one thing at least, Jane. I won't make you another donkey like your ex-boyfriend there. But you'll belong on this farm all the same!"

"Please, no! No! My life!" Jane struggled to say from hands and knees. She tried to at least reach up to block whatever was coming but the magic just struck her hand first instead.

There was another flash of light only this one was brilliant white. When it faded both Ariel and Alexander could see again Jane was already in distress.

"Jane! No! Fuck, no, no, no. I'm so sorry, Jane," Jane apologized through tears to her friend since kindergarten. She could see Jane's ears were stretching longer, nose flattening, teeth enlarging, and two budding horns above her temples pushed through her skin with only a trickle of blood. Her right hand, hit first by Janice's magic, was well on its way to a cloven hoof while her hand hand was only just starting to tense up. Jane's eyes remain unchanged so far but for Jane it just meant she could tell how thoroughly frightened she was to become another mindless beast. Just like James. "You don't deserve this. No matter what my mom says," Ariel promised her friend.

"If she didn't deserve it she wouldn't be changing now would she?" Janice snipped at her daughter only to smile kindly at the billy goat beside her. "Soon, lad. She'll be ready for you soon," she reassured the goat loudly while standing in plain view of Jane.

"N-No! Not a g-g-goat. PleeeEEEEEEase!" a straining Jane bleated when staring at the billy goat. The embarrassment of her failed words was compounded by the swelling of both of her sore breasts out of her bra. They jiggled freely inside of her shirt. As Jane's transformation progressed her breasts would migrate from her chest down to her waist. Along the way merging into a heavy pink udder with teats instead of nipples. These would rip loose of her shirt about the same time her skirt slipped off her downsized hips and ass. When Jane glimpsed under herself to see what was happening to her she erupted in bleating cries, "HeEEEEEEEEEEElp! I don't waAAAAAAAnt to be aAAAAAAAAAA, naaaaAAAAAAnny gooAAAAAAAAT!"

The sight of Jane grew hard to watch with her mass steaming or sweating off her while white hairs sprout everywhere. Both hands and feet were either cloven goat hooves or had started the transition. Jane could move a little but those steps clopped, causing her more fits of panicking bleating. Arms and legs were shrinking down as were her drooping ears. The only things perking up were either of her short horns and the tail she'd grown over her rear-facing rump. That wiggling tail of hers caught the billy goat's attention as well as the smell of Jane's inhuman pussy.

Taking notice of the billy goat's growing excitement, Janice used her wand to dissolve the rope bubbles that popped as soon as they formed. This freed the goat to check Jane out on his own terms with the conclusion known to all parties. No added magic was needed by the witch to get the billy goat in the mood to breed.

"Don't worry, Jane. While I will tell your mother of your fate, I'll spare her the details and her ever having to see you. Not that you'd remember her anyway by then. By the time your new boyfriend is done, you'll have no more of those ruinous human thoughts of yours. Consider it a mercy you won't have to remember all this," Janice told the defenseless Jane.

"MMMMMMom! NNNNNNo! HeEEEEEEElp!" were Jane's marred final human words. After that it was just bleating. Up to and including when the billy goat finally mounted.

Having lost their friends to braying and bleating, Ariel and Alexander were left with only the other to look to. Alexander had all the color drained from his face with cold sweat wetting down his hair. Ariel was holding herself together better but just barely. The hope that she would still be spared on account of blood should was the reason but it was one that meant the abandonment of Alexander. That thought made her feel ill so she tried to accept that her mom wasn't all talk this time.

Like James before her, Jane was fucked into the body and mind of a white haired nanny goat by a horny billy goat who was only following his own instinct. Ariel was averting her eyes just for her mother to force her to watch Jane's final harrowing moments. Her expressive eyes melted into dull, thoughtless ones with rectangular pupils. Anxious bleating became more subdued until Jane was clearly no more. The billy goat dismounted the nanny goat and started snacking at the straw at his feet. Something Jane's nanny goat merrily joined him in.

"Another donation to this fair farm you chose to end your lives at. See what your selfish love has cost those around you? Their lives, any potential, snuffed out. It's a tragedy. And really, it's me that suffers most. I don't take any pleasure in this, child," Janice said to her daughter while only having to motion at the Judge for him to hurriedly move the goats into an empty stall together.

"The hell you don't! You're just pissed I defied you. You, who only gets respect because you're a psychopath who knows magic! You're the only one doing this, mom! I wouldn't be running off to marry Alexander if you gave a fuck about me-OUCH!" Ariel yelped when Janice open-palm slapped her across the face.

Janice was livid. "There's that mouth of yours again. Speaking without thinking like you always have to the very last. I treated you with nothing but love and care and this is how you-"

"Love and care? What a fucking laugh! You haven't loved or cared about anything who wasn't you. Who wasn't Ja-" But Ariel's heated interjection was cut short by Janice causing her jaw to seize with teeth clenched and mouth shut.

"I've heard enough for you to fill twenty lifetimes. Same could be said of your father, go figure. You don't need to speak for this part. You just have to watch and listen to what I do to the 'man' you wasted yours and the rest of their lives on. Come here, you!" Janice shouted after the outburst while grabbing Alexander by the nose, his straw constraints crumbling away.

"Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, M-M-rs- OW!" Alexander blubbered until grabbed by Janice and summarily brought in front of Ariel so she had a front row seat.

"Save your breath! Of everyone here your fate is the most assured. I'll be honest, I had planned this for some time when it was clear you'd only drag Ariel down to your level. I didn't act so my punishment is to have to do this to you all. I'm the one suffering here. I'm the one that will get her absolution," a wild eyed Janice promised everyone. "Judge, I have one last task for you."

"And then I'm free? Of course. Of course! What is it? Anything, I'll do it," the weary Judge guaranteed. He saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

"That empty stall over there, get inside and close the door until I'm finished dealing with this poor excuse for a 'man'," she ordered without breaking eye contact from Alexander.

"And wait it out? I can do that. It's done!" The judge spared no time hurrying across the barn to the designated stall. He got in, closed the door, and managed to lock it as well. "Done!"

"Excellent. Your penance paid, I'll make your punishment easier. Unlike the rest, you'll keep your dick at least by the end of the transformation. That's about all you've earned though," she snickered with a wicked smirk

"T-Transformation? But I did what you asked! Please! I did what you wanted! I brought you here!" the Judge begged as he scrambled to exit the stall.

A flash of bronze light shot from witch's wand to the Judge, dropping him to his hands and knees out of sight. Sounds of swelling flesh, ripping clothing, cracking bones, and mumbled pleading could be heard from the stall. What exactly was happening was obscured but the Judge's voice grew deeper and more guttural until it was just unintelligible huffing and grunting. Janice however still had Alexander by the nose and now it's him with the wand pointed at him.

"He'll be a mindless beast like the rest of them. Sounds horrible doesn't it? Heh, it's nothing. It, at least, is an end. What I have in store for you is worse by far. I would almost hesitate if you were anyone else. But you, Alexander, defiler of my daughter, constant pain in my ass, will not be able to forget. But you won't be able to help yourself either," Janice stressed to Alexander while pressing the tip hard into his cheek. "I curse you. Forever and ever and ever for all of your days," came as a steely threat from her thin lips.

Another flash of bronze light left Alexander prostrated in front of Janice about to pass out and while something large grew in the Judge's stall. Ariel screams through her teeth but can do nothing to stop what's coming. She didn't want to believe his nose was getting bigger or that his ears were longer and stuck out from his head. Clothing getting restrictive was something she could ignore until a tail ripped free from his pants while a swollen patch of pink skin dotted with four nipples at his waist caused his shirt to ride up. All of her heart wanted to believe this wasn't happening.

"Not me, not me, not me, oh fuck not me!" Alexander had pleaded while feeling the magic course through his body. When his clothes started getting tight he only grew more anxious. Shedding of his beard and hair was a concern he could see happening in front of his eyes but his elongating ears, the throbbing at the base of his spine, and the soreness in his somehow erect penis he could only feel. All over he was bloating with fat but at his waist it was hanging. Ariel knew it was an udder but Alexander was still in shock. "What is swelling under... me. Feels like my fucking balls are getting huge," he reasoned in a shivering voice.

"Those are your balls, boy. You think I'd leave you with those or that little dick of yours? After what you've done with them?" cackled Janice. As she did she also turned Alexander around enough so she could see his pants rip apart. This exposed his spreading ass crack, puckering bovine asshole, and what Janice most wanted Ariel to see: a vaginal entrance and her fiance's downsized being stitched into it. "All I see is the sort of tubby udder you see on dairy heifers, dear. No balls, only bull," she tittered to Alexander's broader face.

At that the snorting and ruckus from the Judge's stall grew so loud it rattled the stalls themselves. What looked like the black of his robes bulged upwards as dark mounds massed upward. But it was no clothing but black hair and hair covering thickly muscled shoulders and broad, heaving frame. The Judge's transformation was progressing more rapidly than Alexander's for sure, with his bullish snout appearing over the stall wall adorned with massive alabaster horns. His eyes weren't even human anymore. Neither was any sound he made or how he increasingly acted.

Alexander was not much better off as his clothes were tearing off his own body. It didn't get a chance to fall freely as Janice set about the man tugging and pulling scraps of clothing off him. "Come on, let's not hide yourself. Let the man who beguiled, with what charm I can't imagine, my once precious Ariel be seen by all for what I've done to him. Clothes don't suit cattle anyway!"

"No, no don't do this. I never wanted this to, toooOOOOOOooOOOOOOOO happen. No one deserves... this," gasped Alexander with a bellow slipping out. He had no ideas how large cows actually were as every time he got wider or heavier it seemed impossible. Stiffness in his arms and legs was bleeding into his hands and feet. Their eventual hardening into hooves would help bolster his ability to handle all that heft he was packing on. "Ariel... Ariel, I still l-lov-looOOOOOoOOOOOOOO. MAROOOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOO!" Alexander wheezed until both neck and mouth were beset by Janice's curse.

"What a quaint, vain gesture. He almost was able to get it all out but it looks like he can't quite do it. Come on, Alexander. These could be your last words. Is that really all you can do for the woman you claim to love?" Janice challenged the man knowing the man couldn't.

That didn't stop Alexander trying to push through it all. A fat tongue, sore gums, enlarged bovine teeth, a muzzle, and his throat were all things he had to push through to give Ariel one last utterance to remember him by. Wanting that romantic gesture got Alexander's mouth open and with a deep breath thought he was giving a final pronouncement on love. Instead, "I mOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOOoooOO!" tumbled out. He desperately tried again and again but could only moo anymore.

Robbed of his speech, Alexander expressed his sorrows like the others through his eyes. He had prayed for something, anything to save him from the fate of the others. Like the others 'this can't really be happening to me' consumed Alexander. Standing on his four new hooves, his swollen udder swaying under him, his nose filled with an alluring stink of a bull, and his speech nothing but moos, it finally left Alexander closer to the defeated husk Janice had likely intended from the start.

Janice practically skipped over to the Judge's stall where he was replaced in body, mind, and spirit with a burly black bull with a frock of white around his neck and chest. She unlocked the stall without fear of the angered bull being a danger. Some simple manipulating with her wand got the calmed bull out of his stall before leading him over to where Alexander stood. Enhancing the bull's virility like she did with the donkey, she made sure he had her scent then just let nature take its course.

"There, the bull will finish his changes like it went with the others. But unlike them he's only drunk with lust. He's still the man he was inside and will be after. And forever and ever. Just like you, child," Janice told her daughter while right behind her the bull mounted Alexander. "I can't imagine the shame he's about to feel. Or you."

Another flare of light, this one crimson, as Alexander was deflowered and the spells binding and silencing Ariel were washed away. This was only so she can be dropped to hands and knees like all the others with the first aches and pains of a coming transformation. The dress she was to be married in was now getting uncomfortably tight and hot. Nagging soreness around her nose pushed it forward from her face, rounding the edges off and giving her piggish snout. That slim window Ariel hoped she might have as the witch's daughter had clearly shut.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Alexander couldn't help himself bellowing when the bull finally came. The squirt of seed, the huff of the bull's breath on his back, its weight, and how it all felt was processed by Alexander's still human mind. It managed to sicken and embarrass him while his body, now fully transformed, told him this was just what was needed. How he loathed this existence already.

Seeing Alexander humbled so completely had Janice had no doubt Ariel would break too. Ariel's body was growing fatter with porcine features reshaping her skull and torso first. Janice had made many who defied her pigs before, husbands included. But even for the black hearted witch it was too much for her to handle.

"Disappointment," Janice judged Ariel solemnly then left the barn without saying anything more.

Watching her mother leave her made Ariel want to scream and shout but she refused to give Janice that satisfaction. Or perhaps it was because guilt, deserved or not, had made it hard to find the words to say anything other than 'sorry'. Not Janice but to James. And Jane. And most of all Alexander. Her fiance had been the world to her. Now she wouldn't only never be with him, neither would get to find their dreamed happy endings either.

Steadily Ariel's curves disappeared into the pudgy flesh of her rotund frame. It destroyed her wedding dress with its heft and robbed her of all her beauty. That was Alexander's somber view from where he still stood thanks to Janice's magic. Her beautiful hair was shed. Her perfect teeth became crooked. Her breasts were now sixteen teats lining her belly. No hands or feet for very long either. All those features Alexander cherished in his fiance were erased before his eyes. Gone was the sweet voice that he heard in his dreams, replaced by snorts and oinks.

'How could this happen?' thought Ariel and Alexander as the shared notion crossed both their minds.

Further thinking from Alexander was delayed by the recharged bull mounting him for a second time. Meanwhile Ariel swelled to over six hundred pounds of thick pork. It made her little screw of a tail appear tiny when compared hips, ass, or waistline. So Ariel felt the weight pack on her while having to watch Alexander bred yet again.

With Ariel's transformation nearing its end her mother returned with someone in tow. Without looking Ariel assumed it was a hog brought to finish her off. When she did look though it was actually Jane's uncle and owner of the farm who Janice has with her. An older man in his sixties with thick lens in his glasses and a dirty pair of overalls on was in no way troubled with the sight he walked in on. Once he was close enough Ariel could tell the man was under one of her mother's spells of suggestion. Meaning he was mentally pliable to Janice's every word.

"These are the ones I was speaking about, Mr. Kinkaid. Some new additions to your farm, free of charge," Janice told the man as they drew near.

"You weren't kiddin'. A damned menagerie in here. What was the count again?" asked Jane's uncle in a hoarse voice.

"A jennet, a nanny goat, a bull, and a sow. A good haul considering it costs you nothing but their upkeep," boasted Janice.

"Mhmmm, you ain't wrong there. Can't help but notice you ain't count the heifer there. She not part of the deal?" the old man asked as he watched the bull climb off Alexander after another powerful climax.

"She comes with a caveat. You can have her but must sell her to some dairy farm as far away from you as can be arranged. Everything you get for her is yours. Just make sure you forget where you sold her. Deal?" Janice offered flatly.

Jane's uncle made a show of thinking it over before shaking Janice's hand. "Deal. I know a fella at the cattle auction. I can fetch a good price and where she lands ain't up to me. So I won't even need to bother to know."

"Perfect. She may need to be milked first. Same with the nanny goat," Janice suggested with a sardonic smile. Finally she looked at her daughter again who was no longer recognizable save the glint in her eyes to her old self. That made things much easier for Janice.

"Any of them got names?" the old farmer asked casually as he began inspecting Alexander.

"Names? No, no names for this lot. Except her," Janice corrected herself while pointing down to the sow. "I believe she was called... Jane. Yes, that's it. She knows it well enough."

The choice of her friend turned nanny goat's name as her own wasn't something Ariel understood at the time beyond a bizarre amusement of her mother's. It took a month being called by that name for Ariel to understand the hurt it brought to be reminded of Jane. Because it would always bring back vivid memories of this day and her mother's otherworldly anger. Seeing Jane, James, or even the Judge around the farm in those years to come would remind her too of what she was so close to having. And of course, she'd think of Alexander.

Hearing his fate was one thing but experiencing it was something else entirely. Being denied a name was just the beginning. In a whirlwind course of a month Alexander was given shots, taken to auction, sold, processed, tagged, and integrated into a dairy farm. He was gifted another surreal moment he was locked in a metal stall in a massive milking parlor in a row of twenty other cows. He could barely move except to eat while suction tubes drained away his over-productive udder. That this was it, that he would never see his family or Ariel, the woman he still loved, ever again was yet to truly set in. But it would in time.

Janice would leave the farm and never look back. Her ire mostly excised, she turned on the radio and relaxed on her drive back home. "I did what needed doing. Fate be praised," Janice exalted to no one but herself.