Revenge for an Ape
Caroline gets reprimanded for turning Tom into a gorilla.
Caroline put the groceries down and locked the door of her flat behind her. Then she went to the couch and let herself drop into the cushions. The seat creaked under her weight.
She didn’t take proper care for herself this week, she couldn’t argue with that. She was rather chubby to begin with and was sure that she had gained some more weight, but she didn’t dare to use the scales. At least she had bought some healthy food now, a lot of fruit.
The ‘thing‘ with Tom had somehow bothered Caroline more than she wanted to confess. But it was true. Just thinking about how he turned into an ape under her hand got her all worked up. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
Suddenly, her phone made a single ring. An instant massage from Sue.
“Hi Caroline,
You know how disappointed we all were about how you handled that thing with Tom, but I think we’ve found a solution that we can all live with. We don’t want to let you squirm much longer. Now take care of your groceries, Tiffany is going to pick you up in an hour. You’re going on a date, so to say.”
Caroline sighed. That was good to hear. She had feared that the others were going to make a fuss about this forever. They complained that they now had a grown male gorilla that was hard to get rid off. She could see that this was a difficult situation and she had learned her lesson. Now she was glad that the others saw it that way, too.
She got up and went over to the paper bags she had put on the kitchen isle, but hesitated. Something wasn’t right here. How did Sue know about her groceries? And that comment about her squirming almost fit too well. What was going on here?
Caroline had hardly touched the first grocery bag as she flinched in shock. Bananas! It was stock full of bananas! And the other one too! She quickly poured them out, but found nothing else. Nothing but a crumpled receipt that told her what she already saw before her. How…? Oh no, no, no!
Her phone announced another message.
“Getting rid of two isn’t harder to do than getting rid of one.”
“Fuck!”, Caroline shouted. “Fuck! I have to do something, quickly!”
She took both shopping bags and stormed out of the door. She breathed hard as she ran down the stairs, heading for the dumpsters. When she arrived there, sweat already stained her shirt. She was glad that it was black and nobody would see it, but she could definitely smell herself. She could also smell the sticky, sweet odor of the bananas. Maybe she had squished some on her way down.
Just thinking about that made her mouth water. I would really be a shame throwing all this fruit away. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if she kept some. Or at least if she placed the bags next to the dumpster and didn’t throw them in? That way she could come back … no! That way whoever wanted them could get some.
“No!”, she said loudly to herself, almost scaring herself how low and gruff the word came out. “I have to get rid of them”
The breathed in deeply – too deeply, as she felt herself weakening instantly to the sweet smell again – grabbed both bags and threw them into the garbage.
She sighed and made her way back to her apartment. As she reached her door, her shirt was literally sticking to her skin, even her black jeans felt damp and tight. She put the two bushels of bananas on the table and went over to the kitchen sink to splash some water on her face.
She had to focus and think this through. They couldn’t do anything to her if she just was careful enough.
“I should eat something first”, Caroline said to herself. Her stomach made a hollow groaning sound underlining her statement. “Have to get some sugar into my system so I can really focus. I can’t think straight when I’m starving – and when I’m all hot and bothered …”
One hand slightly slid between her legs as she went over to the table. Her jeans really were soaked, but it somehow felt really good.
She reached for one of the bananas. It was a really big one. She weighed it in her hand. Yes, it really had some delicious heft to it. Caroline leaned over the table and bringing her face closer to the fruit, inhaling the delicious smell. She pressed against the table, feeling the corner nudge her sensitive crotch.
“Uuuh!”, she moaned, hardly noticing how a glop of drool dropped out of her mouth. “So good!”
She licked her plump lips, carefully wetting them before she let the banana touch them. “Uuump!”, she moaned again as she slid the yellow thing against her tongue. Her teeth grazed the surface, putting up a tiny bit of resistance against her hand. She wanted it down her throat … but she was so hungry. Caroline bit down.
“Uargh!”, she coughed, spitting the banana all over the table. Disgusting! She hadn’t even peeled it.
Shocked, she stared down at the half-fruit in her hand. “Fuck!” she shouted again, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, splattering bits everywhere on her shirt.
How were the bananas still here? She had thrown them away, hadn’t she?
“Oh Goddess!”, she said. “She’s gotten that far into my head! I have to get away!”
She wanted to push away from the table, but she didn’t want the pressure between her legs lessen. So she started grinding her hips even more, panting, groaning, beads of sweat on her forehead. She felt the corner of the table push her swollen pussy lips apart through her pants. She started rocking up and down, pumping with her ass in a futile attempt to penetrate herself.
“Fuck!”, Caro shouted. “Uagh! Fuck! Me!”
Suddenly, her phone buzzed and took her out of her trance.
Without even looking who called here, she picked it up.
“Uh… uh… hello?”, she panted, swallowing hard to find her voice. She sounded as if she had a cold.
“Oh hi, Caro!”, she heard Sue sneer. “I just wanted to see how far gone you already are.”
“Me… uh! I… I’m not gone! You buh… bitch! You can’t get me that easily.”, Caroline protested.
“Oh, I can’t?”, Sue chuckled. “What are you doing right now? Trying to get off? Humping a pillow while sucking off a banana?”
“Ah, banana?”, Caro sighed. Those fucking bananas! She should have gotten rid of them, those supple, delicious, fucking… fucking…
She had to stop herself from grinding against the table again.
“Caro? Caro?”, Sue’s voice called. “You still there?”
Caroline ended the call. She placed the phone on the table and slowly, with a lot of effort and willpower, backed away from it. “Huf! That was close. So fucking… No! Stop! Get yourself together!”
She breathed heavily. Her sweat stained shirt stuck tightly to her belly and her drenched jeans creaked as she moved. Grabbing a bunch of bananas with one hand and placing the other fist on the ground for balance, she awkwardly hopped over to her bedroom. She needed a mirror to assess the damage. Then she needed to clear her head to think of a plan.
“Okay, huh… everything okay!”, Caro told herself as she observed her reflection. “It’s not too bad yet.”
She had definitely grown, her clothes fitting too tightly. Her once soft belly was now a hard, taunt dome with her bellybutton poking through the fabric. She noticed the muscles not only on her arms, but also in her face, giving her a prominent jawline. Quickly she pulled off her shirt and pants.
“Ugh!”, she gasped in shock. The hair!
She had shaved this morning, but now her legs looked as if she hadn’t done so in months. And this wasn’t all. A thick black bush was poking out from under her panties. With a hardly noticeable tingle, more stubble sprouted out, forming a trail up to her bellybutton.
“Focus! Focus!”, she told herself as she stared into her eyes in the mirror. “My shp … my spells! I need my spells!”
She opened a drawer next to the mirror, revealing a loose stack of notes and – her vibrator. Caro didn’t even notice herself taking it out. Suddenly she just found herself sitting on the bed, her thick calves spread apart and the vibrator pressed against her soaked panties.
“Uuuuh! No!”, she groaned. “I mustn’t … I – oook – can’t! Mmmmh! Yeeesh.”
As the vibrations spread through her, flooding her with warmth and excitement, she could feel the transformation progressing. Her head seemed to fill with searing hot fluff, itching and numbing at the same time. She knew that she didn’t really want this too happen but …
“It’sh jusht shoooouuu goooood!”
Her feet started to cramp, so she pulled off her socks with her toes and watched them change in the mirror before her. First, hair from her legs spilled over the backs of her feet like wildly growing weeds. Then the skin on her soles started turning a dry-looking greyish shade of black, quickly spreading out at reaching her toes.
“Noouuh!”, Caroline gasped as her digits lost her pale pink colour and started to grow into hefty, almost finger like appendages. This was enough to rip her out of her trance.
“Oh god!”, she grunted, her voice noticeable deeper as her torso had barreled out into a much more square shape. “No! I don’t want oook! To be an … a.. gorilla!”
She threw the vibrator into a heap of clothing and gathered up the papers the originally had wanted to take from the drawer. Her makeshift spell book.
She spread the papers out on the bed before her and studied the pages, idly scratching her fuzzy armpit and picking up one of the bananas with her foot. Her heavy brow furrowed. Something wasn’t right here. She couldn’t remember her handwriting being that hard to read. Maybe her eyes were somehow affected? Letter by letter she started to work through the text, but every time she had a few of them bunched together, she had already forgotten how the word had started – and it was only getting worse the more she tried. Finally she gave up, a heavy feeling of defeat settling in her stomach.
“Can… can’t rrread”, she slurred. “My head’s … ook … real heavy. Too horny!”
Annoyed, she pulled at her bra as it was cutting into her skin. Her cleavage looked huge, with beads of sweat trickling down between her tits. They seemed bigger, and at the same time much firmer, the flesh didn’t spill over her bra like she was used to. When she finally managed to take the garment off with her stiffening fingers, she was shocked to see why:
At the same time as her chest was getting broader, more muscular, her breasts were deflating. Her once soft pillows were quickly shrinking down before her very eyes. They were turning into nothing more than a bit of loose, leathery skin covering her straining pecs. Only her nipples were growing in size, leaving them at over a centimeter in length.
Before she could react, her hips cracked, making her panties unbearably tight. She just ripped the soggy piece of cloth away with one hand.
“Lost… ook… Tits… gone… mmmh.”, she garbled. For one moment, she was close to bursting out in tears, but she didn’t want to let that happen. She was resolved to fight the changes. “Must… get head… clear… get… get… off”
Her hands, big, powerful and clumsy stroked over her shifting body. She stroked the fur on her belly, sending ripples of joy through her whole abdomen.
“Yesh… feel good, goog, oook!”
She trailed further down, reaching the coarser, wet fur that covered her snatch, rumbling with joy as her thick fingers combed through it.
“Idea…”, she said with a hot breath. “Fuck -ooook!- banana!”
Without hesitation she reached for one of the fruit that lay strewn all over her bed. It was large and not ripe yet, it felt good and hefty in her hand. She settled back against the headrest directly opposite of the mirror.
“Gonna shtop eeet…Get off, get head clear, get think back! Oook! Oook! Fuck! Fat Banana!”, she grunted, roughly stroking her crotch with her hand. Then she spread her lips with two fingers and eased the tip of the banana inside.
“Yeeaaa! Oook!”
Finally! Finally she had filled that itching void inside her. She was immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of raw, erotic power, making her muscles burn. With every pump her muscular arm gave, she felt like she was stuffing more of that red-hot fluff into her brain.
“Yeessh… oook! Moourre! Fuck! Foook!”
She could see her torso ballooning out further, her waist filling out, her shapely chub giving way to bulky muscles. Her skin darkened more and more to that inhuman greyish black. Her legs crunched as they broadened, shortened, the thickening fur getting soaked with her juices more and more.
“Rooaaa! Yeaahh!”, she screamed, while her lower jaw jutted forward. Her Nose receded and her brows enlarged. She was close, so close!
“Oooh, oooh, oooh! Yeesh! Get off! Fook! Jusht… ooo biiit mourrr…”
Suddenly she heard the door to her flat open. She froze instantly. Whit the lust still washing through her, her brain tried in vain to think in human terms again. Door… alone… only she could be here, nobody else.
“Heyhey Caroline.”, she heard a voice calling from the other room. It sounded familiar. “It’s me Tiff! I’m coming to pick you up.”
Tiffany entered. The tall muscular pushing a large wooden box on a sack barrow before her. It had air holes and a lock on the front.
Tiffany laughed out loud and slapped her. “Oh, look at that! You are not even finished changing yet!”, she sneered. “Just get it over with, I won’t hold you. And you don’t look as if you cared for privacy.”
“Tiff!”, Caro managed to grunt. “Tiff … bitch!” She wanted to get up and face her. She wanted to tear that woman apart! She was just standing there, leaning against the door frame, smiling.
“Oh, just keep fucking yourself, will ya?”
“Oook!”, Caro groaned and – to her horror – obeyed. She tried pushing the banana deeper, almost breaking it while trying to press it against her swollen clit.
“You can’t cum jet anyway”, said Tiff as she keeled down to open the locked box. “Sue wants you to stay somewhat conscious until you’ve met Tom.”
A chill went down Caro’s spine. She had almost forgot about Tom. She sighed heavily as she remembered how his jaw went slack when she drained the last bit of his humanity out of him. God, how she wanted that big, sexy ape now! She pumped the banana into herself even faster, using the other hand to grab what remained of her tits and twist one of the enlarged nipples hard!
“Yeah, I bet you have the hots for him now”, Tiff grimaced. “What a fucking disgrace you are. You could have just turned him into a rat or a pig or whatever. Everything would have been fine. But a fucking gorilla? What if someone had noticed? How dumb are you! Oh – well, very dumb now, I guess.”
“Nooouugh! Noook!”
“Just finish up, bitch!”, Tiffany snapped. “Or, you know what. Stop it and get into the box. You’re gone enough. Just shut the fuck up when we’re on the way.”
Shaking heavily in unfulfilled lust, Caro let go off herself and the fruit phallus. She turned and got up on all fours, the banana getting squeezed out of her with a wet noise.
The box was drawing her in, she couldn’t resist.