Costumed Chaos
Costumed Chaos
By Von Krieger
"It's mine, Chase! I bought my costume first, it was my idea, so I should get to keep the trophy!" Jema said with a scowl, the blonde gripping the first place plaque for the costume contest.
"Please! You learned about the place from me! You probably snooped around and pestered all my friends about where I buy my jeans. She's the best tailor in the tri-state area, and with YOUR fashion sense you'd never have gone to her on your own! You just started wearing those clothes to piss me off!" Chase said in reply, tugging equally hard on the wooden plaque, her long, raven black hair coming looser of its ponytail with each tug.
The two girls had been rivals for as long as the town could remember. Born a few months apart and into the two richest families in town, the two had been at each others' throats since they were in diapers. They tended to have similar tastes and similar ideas, and one was always accusing the other of ripping them off.
On this occasion each had thought to mock the other by dressing up as the animal that was used in her rivals favored way of referring to the other. Jema had always been referred to by Chase as a dumb cow, despite her above average grades, Chase hadn't scored below an A in any class she'd ever had. Chase, on the other hand, had been a bit chubby as a youth, not fat by any means, just a somewhat different build. Jema had always called her a fat pig.
Both girls had purchased cute costumes that used the features of their animals and made them each a sexy personification. Both wore a skin tight bodysuit, Chase's a pleasant pink, Jema's white with black spotty blotches. But neither outfit was purely one or two colors, they had little painted details that made the bodysuit look more real, more natural.
There were facial prosthetics as well, giving Jema a cute little upturned nose and pointed ears, while Chase had small black horns and a slight muzzle. Both wore high heeled platform boots with the toes modeled to appear like hooves, each had an accompanying skimpy outfit to further enhance their look.
Going with the cowgirl look, Jema had donned a small straw cowboy hat, a pair of cut off jean shorts with the legs almost entirely removed, and a white top made from a t-shirt that tied between her breasts. Chase had gone for something similarly showy, a black leather and studs semi-biker look, with a pair of tight shorts and a halter top, as well as a matching hat and fingerless gloves. A cow girl and a road hog.
The two continued to shout insults at one another, engaged in a tug of war for the first place plaque, both having forgotten the warning that Miss Romaine, the costumes' creator, had given them.
"It would be in your best interest to take the costume off before six hours have passed. Otherwise you will not be wearing it anymore." The demure woman had said in her foreign accent, neither girl had noticed the small smirk on her face and the glimmer of mischief in her eye.
Both girls had taken it to mean something along the lines of the fabric of the two bodysuits would likely get sweat stained by then, and thus ruin the costume's look. But that was not what the tailor's words had meant. Like many of the others in the town, she had grown tired of the constant bickering between the two, and had seen fit to perhaps provide a solution to the problem that plagued every upper class social event.
Neither of the girls could recall which of them had thrown the first punch, or even if one had been thrown, but both felt a sudden impact and as had happened many times before, their bickering became a full on fight.
Jema let go of the plaque, so she could lower her shoulder and jam it into Chase's gut, intent on taking her to the ground. The hurtful words gave way to grunts and growls as the two wrestled with one another. The two were evenly matched, but the heavier Chase was the one who finally ended on top, Jema pinned beneath her.
Both were sweaty, dirty, bruised, and panting for breath. But neither noticed that their costumes weren't torn in the slightest. "Ok... look," Chase said, sucking in deep breaths, the nose prosthetic making it a bit hard to breathe, "I'll take the plaque home, and the next time we tie on something, you can take that prize home, okay?" she said with a sigh, knowing that Jema was just as stubborn as she was.
"I'll take it home and I'll pay for the guy who made it to make another for you." Jema said, a little more breath in her as her bovine muzzle prosthetic had larger nostrils.
"Deal." Chase said with a nod, "Now let go of my leg so that I can get up."
Jema looked puzzled, "I'm not holding your leg!"
"The hell you're not!" Chase said with a scowl, trying to move her left leg, "I'm trying to stand up and I can't"
"I don't have your leg!" Jema said with a matching scowl, "You're pulling on mine, quit it! Now get off of me!"
Chase tried to do so, but as she got her right leg under her, pushing upward, Jema cried out, "QUIT PULLING, YOU BITCH, THAT HURTS!" she shouted, pulling Chase down by the shoulders.
The brunette landed on the ground next to her rival, coughing as the wind was knocked out of her.
"S... something's wrong." Jema said, her voice, full of fire a moment before, now sounded small and meek.
Chase propped herself up with her hands, looking down towards the problem. The metal brackets for her boot laces must've gotten caught on Jema's somehow. But as she looked to see where she could untangle their legs, she was met with a rather strange sight.
The black leather motorcycle style boot wasn't tangled with Jema's brown tooled leather cowboy boot, it had merged with it. Somehow the two girls now shared a knee, calf, and foot between them. The shared boot was now a rather dark shade of brown, with the same pattern as the cowboy boot, but also with the laces and ringlets of Chase's combat boot.
Both looked at the shared appendage with wide eyed horror.
"No way," Jema said softly, "No way that can be happening.
"M-maybe someone slipped something into our drinks at the party?" Chase offered as an explanation.
"Y-you're seeing the same thing I am, right? Our legs fused together below the knee?"
Chase nodded, "Th-that's what I see too. You're right, we shouldn't be having the exact same halucinat... urgh!"
Chase's hand went to her stomach and she shuddered as a strange sensation passed through her.
Jema put a hand to her rival's shoulder, concerned, "Chase, what's wrong?" she asked.
"I feel weird!" she said, panicky, "I feel... oooh!"
She half-moaned , half-gasped as her breasts seemed to swell, as if they were balloons slowly being inflated. She shuddered again and clenched her teeth. There was a soft sound, like stretching cloth, and Jema watched the pink body suit vanish from Chase's body. The prosthetics, the suit, the false teeth, it had all vanished, leaving Chase wearing the clothes she'd worn over it.
"Chase, what's happening?" Jema asked, before crying out as the same sensation struck her as well.
It was like a cold chill over her entire body, followed by the pins and needles feeling of a part of the body having gone to sleep, shortly followed by a half-pleasurable sensation in her chest as her breasts slowly began to grow.
Jema's nipples tingled, and ached. It felt like they were being slowly pulled and stretched. "What's happening to me?" she whimpered.
"Y-your skin... it's... changing color!" Chase said, the blonde watching her rival with rapt fascination.
Jema fought the weird sensations that were making her clench up and managed to open her eyes, looking down at her mostly bare body. Her bodysuit had vanished, and her skin was rapidly lightening in color, losing its well-cared for, all-over tan. As it turned pure white, points of pigmentation began to appear, spreading wider, like ink being poured onto paper. In a few moments Jema's skin had taken on the bovine pattern of her bodysuit.
"It... looks like a cow's..." Jema said, turning to Chase for confirmation, and gasped with what she saw.
As the two had been watching Jema's skin shift, so had Chase's, her own tan had been replaced by a rosy, piggish pink. The blonde could also see that the lower two canine teeth in Chase's wide open, awed mouth had grown longer, bigger, and pointier.
Her inspection was cut short by the inability to draw breath. She tried to breathe in, but found herself suddenly unable to due to an uncomfortable tightness in her chest, a tightness caused by her tied top constricting her still-expanding breasts.
"Fuck!" she whispered, fumbling with a knot for a few moments before finally getting it, her twin orbs spilling forth, her nipples immediately hardening in the cool night air. All eight of them; eight wide, thick, two inch long nipples.
"Th-they're like cow udders!" Jema said in disbelief, horrified at the sight of her chest, "Ow!" she shrieked as she felt pain shoot through her body.
She swatted Chase's offending hand, rubbing the tweaked nipple, "What did you do that for?" she demanded.
"I.. I had to see if they were real!" Chase said, eyes wide with astonishment.
Chase yelped as she saw her hand, the formally red painted nails having turned black. She whimpered as she watched the black slowly spread over her fingertips, each one becoming black and shiny. "Oh no," she whispered, "No, no, no!"
She watched with horror as her fingers began to merge, the index and middle fingers slowly fusing, and then the ring and pinkie fingers. Her entire hand seemed to thicken, matching the size and shape of the altered digits, her thumbs growing larger to even it out as well.
Jema didn't notice the changes to Chase's hands, or to her own. She was too busy staring at their continuing merge. Her leg seemed to melt away, pulling her closer and closer to Chase, inch by inch. The two were now connected to the inner thigh, and the process that had halted at the knee before now showed no sign of stopping.
In a panic, Jema tried to pull away from Chase, trying to separate herself from her increasingly more porcine rival. But all she managed to do was drag the pig-girl along with her.
"Stop it!" Chase shrieked, striking Jema about the shoulder with a fist as best she could. Then she began to panic as well, as she couldn't pull her hand back.
"Nice going!" she growled to Jema, the two being tugged together faster than ever. The divide was at their waists now, and it continued to pull them closer and closer together. Chase's arm had gone numb, and it seemed to flow into Jema almost like a liquid. Jema's own arm caught as she flailed around in a panic, the limb being tugged into Chase's tummy.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Jema shrieked, her face beginning to press outward into a short muzzle.
The two were now joined a quarter of the way up their torso, their shared leg now looking much the same as any other leg, save for the piggy pink skin and black bovine blotches.
Both girls shivered as the merging flesh moved to their rib cage, pulling them continually closer together. The flesh of their breasts began to merge, the line of fusing skin pushing Chase's top up to her shoulder, a shoulder that no longer had an arm coming from it.
Chase stared at the single, basketball sized breast and wondered how far Jema and herself were going to fuse. She shuddered as she felt the feeling of inflation increase in her remaining breast, ballooning it up to match the size of the central one that combined the mass of two. She moaned softly as she felt her nipple grow, swell, elongate, and split, transforming to match the udder-like teats on the other two.
Jema seemed unresponsive, her eyes wide with horror, her half of their shared flesh quivering. Chase winced as there were several cracks and pops, Jema's right arm, which had seemed to detach from the blonde's shoulder and had the skin merge with that of Chase's belly moved, the bones of Chase's ribcage shifting to accommodate it.
Chase's rosy porcine skin grew over it, eliminating the bovine black and white. She found that she now had control of the limb. She looked over at Jema's half of their body, and saw that her left arm had similarly migrated.
Their joined form shuddered as the flesh of their left and right shoulder met, joining together without a seam. With the final touch of the fusion, the nervous systems of the two rivals seemed to have partially joined.
Chase could faintly feel Jema's half of their body, but she couldn't control any of it. Their shared, leg, however, seemed to be fair game. She pushed themselves up onto their feet.
"C'mon, Jema," she coxed, "Help me out here, carry your own weight. It's maybe a two minute walk to my place."
The words seemed to shake Jema out of her catatonia, "Huh? No! NO! We're not going to your place; we need to get to a hospital! We need to be separated!"
Chase turned and glared down her piggy snout at her bovine bodymate, "We are damned near naked, you're a cow, I'm a pig, and we're sharing half a body between us. I've NEVER heard of anything like this happening before, and believe me; it would be on the news if people got turned into weird part-animals all the time. We need to get out of sight and try to figure out what's happened to us. You don't want the whole town to see you with huge udder-breasts, do you?"
Jema shuddered and shook her head, "No, I guess not."
"Good, then help me walk. Don't protest, we're going to my place because yours is all the damn way across town and I do NOT see either of us to try and drive like this. So don't protest favoritism, just work with me here, alright?"
"Alright." Jema said with a nod, the two falling into a jerky rhythm, moving the central leg first, then moving the outer leg each controlled, each sucking in a breath as their large, uncomfortably sensitive breasts wobbled with each step.
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As the conjoined cow and bovine girls stumbled their way home, a small, cloaked figure chuckled to herself in the bushes nearby. The two would perhaps learn to tolerate one another with the forced presence of their rival.
It mattered little if they did or did not. Either way Miss Romaine expected to get something out of the situation. After all, she doubted that there was another tailor nearby who would tackle the task of sewing clothes for the rather strange pair.
Truth be told, she looked forward to the challenge.