The Trial
The Trial
By Darkcousin
With the pounding of her gavel, Judge Janice Cleveland announced, "That will be all today, this court is in recess until 10:00AM tomorrow," With that everyone one in the court stood and began talking. It had been a high profile case, in which Fred Rowley stood accused of kidnapping and murdering Isabel Lewis, the daughter of a well to do banker. John Lewis' influence had gotten him a lot of sympathy in the media and therefore the community. Lewis also held considerable sway over the district attorney's office, so to say that Fred Rowley's defense had not gone well was an understatement. Railroaded would be a more appropriate term.
And if railroaded was the correct term, then Jennifer O'Neill was the engineer. The 36 year old prosecutor had long been a rising star at the district attorney's office, and this case had made her career. A guilty verdict would put her ahead as one of the city's top lawyers and thrust her into the elite power set. And she was going to win, she knew it, it was a total lock. She had illustrated the working class slob Fred Rowley as a psychopathic monster, an anathema against society. Even with no body, and only circumstantial evidence the jury had no choice but to convict, the public at large would stand for no less.
"You were really great out there today, Jen," Brittany, Jennifer's assistant, said glowingly. Jennifer brushed back her beautiful red hair and smiled as she collected her notes and files from the prosecutors' table.
"Yeah, I was, wasn't I?"
"Oh yeah, this one will go down in the books, law students will be studying this one for years" The young blond assistant clearly idolized Jennifer, who was ten years her elder. "I heard some of the officers saying they were going down to Iggy's Bar & Grill to celebrate. Want to join them for a drink or two?" Brittany smiled, "I think Officer Jefferies is going to be there," Brittany gave a friendly jab with her elbow; she knew exactly who Jennifer was interested in.
"Hmm, well, I guess we will have the bastard locked up soon, so..."
"You lying BITCH!" she was cut off by the screaming man charging out of the gallery. "You-you lying bitch! You go _celebrate_destroying an innocent man!"
"Sir..."
"Brian Rowley,Fred is my brother," The dark haired man growled. "The man you've condemned to life in prison, _if_he's lucky."
Jennifer could tell this wasn't going well already. "Nothing's been decided Mr. Rowley, the jury will begin deliberation tomorrow, your brother's future is in their hands, not mine."
"After you _lied_to them, filled them with your-your poison, what other choice can they make? But you're right about one thing, Ms. O'Neill, nothing has been decided about my brother's fate, nor yours," He pointed a finger in Jennifer's face, inches from her pretty little nose.
"Are you _threatening_me Mr. Rowley?" Jennifer scowled, her blue eyes now filled with anger. "I don't think I should be speaking to you, perhaps I should be calling the bailiff."
"No need to call your lackeys, I'm making no threats. Just a promise, a promise that you will find life difficult if you don't tell the truth tomorrow, that's all I ask, tell the truth and all will be forgiven, or you may find someone else holding the reins," With that the stocky man spun on his heel and angrily stomped out of the courtroom. For a short moment Jennifer felt ill and dizzy. She nearly fell before Brittany caught her.
"Jennifer? Are you okay? Do you need the EMTs?"
"No, no, just a dizzy spell, I've been standing too long today, I think," Jennifer answered with a hand on her forehead.
"Should we call Chief Williams?" Brittany said, clearly concerned about her friend. "Maybe we should get you a protection detail, at least until Brian Rowley cools off."
Jennifer smiled again, feeling like herself once again. "No, that won't be necessary; Rowley's just full of bullshit. He didn't make a direct threat; he's too cowardly for that. At any rate, I think I'd better go home and get some rest. Closing arguments are tomorrow after all."
"All right, that's probably a good idea. But be careful with those dizzy spells, we don't want to lose our top prosecutor on her drive home from work."
Another wave dizziness hit Jennifer, sweat beaded on her brow, but she feigned a smile and laughed with Brittany. "I'll be fine; I'll be knocking this closing argument out of the ballpark tomorrow morning."
* * *
Jennifer gently placed her hand in the bath water, checking the temperature, Nice and hot, just the way she liked it. She let her bath robe fall to the floor and placed it on its hook. She sighed as she lowered her slim body into the hot water. She really had been on her feet too long today, running about the courthouse and questioning witnesses. The confrontation with Brian Rowley really had stressed her more than she cared to admit. Her drive was uneventful, if uncomfortable. She had broken out in more sweats, and more dizzy spells. She had needed to lean against the elevator wall on her ride up to her apartment on the 8th floor. Hopefully, the bath would help; she did have a closing argument to write after all.
Unfortunately, the bath wasn't helping; in fact, it seemed to make things worse. Her body suddenly felt tingly and weird, it seemed to be concentrating on her buttocks and legs.
"Oh, god, my ass!" She groaned and began rubbing her right butt cheek. Now _that_helped, it felt real good actually. "Hmm," Jennifer began feeling aroused, her hand sliding over her thigh to her crotch. Why not? It wouldn't be the first time she pleasured herself in the bathtub, and it had been a long, stressful day.
"Hmm," she moaned again, upon finding her sweet spot. "It feels _so_good this time, so much more intense!" It wasn't just her clit providing pleasure; her whole body seemed to tingle. "Oh, Fuck!" She grunted as she pushed two fingers into herself.
"Shit, I need a man," Jennifer whined to the ceiling. "Or maybe not..." She groaned as she got a third finger in. "Yes! Yes!" The other hand was massaging her left nipple now. Somehow she got all four of her fingers in plus most of her thumb. "I had no idea I was so big," she mumbled. Finally, she got her most of her palm in and, arching her back with intense pleasure, climaxed. "Oh FUCK yes!"
"Ow," She gasped as she slid back down. "What the fuck was that?" sharp pain from her backside made her jump. Feeling her tailbone, she felt a good sized lump. "What the hell is that?" it was about a 遜 inch long, an inch wide and hard. "Christ, what now?" She grumbled as she pulled herself out of the tub. She looked in the mirror, finding her face now looked different. Her cheeks seemed puffy and her nose looked wider.
"Must have a cold or something," Jennifer mumbled as she felt her face, though she noticed her nose felt hard, like bone, not puffed up flesh, but she chose to ignore it. She twisted around to look at the lump on her rear and noticed her ass cheeks looked wider as they framed the lump on her tail bone.
"Gees, better hold off on the latte and 辿clair in the morning," And the lump, it had to be boil of some sort. She would call a doctor first thing in the morning; no scratch that. Right after Fred Rowley was locked away for good.
* * *
Jennifer feigned confidence as she walked into the courthouse, trying to hide the fact that she was feeling very uncomfortable. Her rump and thighs had gained a good deal of mass overnight, though she was loathing admitting it. But nonetheless, it had made finding the proper clothes rather difficult, not to mention putting them on. Her panties and skirt were binding, trying to ride down her ass and down her legs. Her bra felt tight, it had been difficult to get on this morning, even though her breasts seemed to have retained their B-cup size. How could she have gained that much weight over night?
Even her beloved collection of shoes refused to cooperate. It almost seemed as if her feet were longer now. The only pair that would fit half decently was an unflattering pair of running shoes, certainly not her first choice.
Jennifer noticed the look of concern on Brittany's face the moment she saw her. The young blond audibly gasped.
"Jennifer! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine! I-I just have a cold or maybe something to do with my period," Jennifer tried brushing her off. "I'm just a little uncomfortable."
Brittany bit her lower lip, clearly trying to hold her tongue. "You seem to be having some sort of an allergic reaction, I mean; I mean you are a little puffed up. Maybe you should go to a doctor? I could ask the judge for a continuance..."
"NO!" Jennifer burst out, but caught herself. "No, I want to finish this, today."
"Oh, okay, well, I'll-I'll be in the courtroom getting ready," Brittany was obviously frightened of her boss and friend. Jennifer rolled her eyes; she had been feeling rather short tempered this morning.
"Fine, I just need to go to the restroom for a moment, to a, to freshen up," She snorted and stomped away from Brittany. Damned upstart, where did she get off talking to her like that! She didn't look _that_bad.
She was nearly to the restrooms when she heard a familiar voice. "Ms. O'Neill! How good to see you," Jennifer cringed and ground her teeth. Brian Rowley, the last person see wanted to see this morning. "Lovely day isn't it?" He seemed to be in a much better mood than yesterday.
"What do you want Rowley?" She growled.
"Now, now, no reason to get short, I just wanted to remind you. Tell the truth. Be honest with that jury and your problems will go away."
"Fuck off!" She snapped and started for the restroom door.
"Well! Hmm, I guess I can't blame you, given the circumstances," She turned and looked at him, really looked at him this time. Could he be responsible for her condition? But how? He hadn't even touched her!
"If I find out you're responsible for this, Rowley, I'll..." She stopped when he began chuckling.
"I look forward to working with you in the future, Ms. O'Neill, I'm sure I can find a job for you. Oh, you can find me at the park; it's not far from here, about two blocks. I'm sure you'll need to see me this evening," He turned and left Jennifer wondering just what the hell he was talking about.
She slammed the restroom door open with a loud _bang,_infuriated with Brian Rowley's strange words. A job? What did he mean? She tried thinking back over the Rowley family's information she had collected in order to prosecute Fred Rowley. They were a working class family, Fred was a roofing contractor, and Brian was, what again? Didn't he own a stable or something? He gave riding lessons to children and the like. Why on earth would she want a job from a slob like him?
* * *
It took a moment for Jennifer to build the courage to look in the mirror. Brittany had seemed horrified when she had seen her. Did she really look so terrible? Could she look that much worse already from when she looked in the mirror at home?
Finally, she looked. Her face wasn't _that_much worse than when she left home. Sure her face seemed a little puffier and a little, um, pushed out? The nostrils wider and colored a light pink. Her ears sure looked different though. Pointier, longer, and kind of rounded out, the skin seemed to be darkening; was there a virus or an allergy that could cause that? She would have to ask a doctor, but she could hide her ears well enough with her hair for now.
Jennifer turned and twisted around to look at her seemingly ever growing backside. It certainly was wider now than earlier this morning. Her panties really were beginning to hurt now, binding her waist painfully, digging into her ass and woman hood. Before breakfast (which she had eaten ravenously, six eggs and an entire bag of slightly wilted salad) the bump on her tailbone hadn't been visible beneath her skirt, but it was quite obvious now. It even _moved._She sighed; there wasn't much she could do about it now. Hopefully the jury wouldn't notice.
"Oh, those panties are really starting to hurt," Jennifer mumbled and rubbed her waistline. A thought came to her. What if she were to take them off? Lots of women went around like that, right? It undoubtedly sounded more comfortable right now.
Jennifer slipped into a stall and after locking the door, pulled down her skirt and panties. "Oh, fuck, that's new," Her neatly trimmed bush was now gone and the skin of her vulva seemed much darker now. "Ah, gees, what the hell is this? What's happening to me? Focus, Jen, focus, get Fred Rowley locked up and you can to the doctor and get this fixed, but first thing first, get Rowley locked up. This is your career we're talking about." She stepped out of the skirt and panties piled at her feet and began stuff the stretched and torn panties into her briefcase.
The cool air against her legs and nether regions felt wonderful, she could feel her nipples stiffen beneath the confines of her far too tight bra and her pink clit wink outside of her dark brown vulva. She didn't even know it could do that but it felt so damn good! She teased her winking clit with her fingers, which made her weak in the knees.
Jennifer sat on the toilet, both hands in her crotch, playing with her clit, which felt massively swollen beneath her fingers. Already her snatch was covered in her own juices.
"Oh, fuck," She mumbled under her breath. What was she doing! Masturbating in a public restroom?!? But she couldn't stop; it just felt too damn good.
* * *
Jennifer sat uncomfortably as Rowley's defense lawyer gave his closing arguments to the jury. She tried to listen but found it difficult to pay him any attention. Her tailbone hurt, her bra seemed to be pinching more and more. Her shoes creaked as they continued to tighten. But worst of all, she was feeling horny again. She had fingered herself to orgasm twice in the restroom, but that didn't seem to have helped at all. She rubbed herself through her skirt, moaning very softly.
"Jennifer!" Brittany was shocked, but kept her voice to a whisper. "Just what the hell are you doing?!?"
Jennifer stopped and blushed deeply. What the fuck was wrong with her?
"Sorry, I'm-I'm not feeling well..."
"Well, get it together!"Brittany barked. "You're up! Remember, this one's already in the bag, you just need to wrap it up in a pretty bow."
"Right! Right," She cleared her throat as she stood, pulling down her skirt that kept trying to ride up her now very large ass.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury," She began, "The defense would have you believe that, um," she tugged the tightening skirt once again, "that there is a lack of evi-evidence in this case. I believe we; ahem, geez, is it warm in here?" Jennifer wiped her sweaty face, feeling just how pushed out it had become. She couldn't remember word of the closing arguments she had barely managed to write out last night. She really was too warm; she opened the top button of her blouse, revealing a goodly amount of sweat covered cleavage and a very tight bra. Jennifer didn't notice both Judge Cleveland and Brittany scowling at her, as well as a very surprised jury.
"I believe, that while the physical evidence is... is lacking, the vast amounts of-of circumstantial evidence is more than enough to prove Frederick Rowley's guilt!" Jennifer suddenly felt her clothes tighten and what now could only be described as a tail push further down her ass crack, twitching wildly. If she had taken notice, long red hairs could now be seen swishing just below her skirt hem.
She turned from the jury, trying to collect her thoughts. Jennifer looked up and saw the handsome face of Officer Jefferies. Lust flamed in her loins, her clit began winking furiously between her folds. She needed_him. She _needed a, a_stallion!_
Jennifer grabbed her groin. "Nya-Neiggghhh!" She covered her mouth as soon as soon as the outburst escaped her lips. What the hell was that!
"Miss O'Neill!" Judge Cleveland snapped, "Is this your idea of some sick joke? Do I need to throw you in contempt to remind you how to behave in my courtroom?"
Jennifer looked at the embittered old woman. "I'm-I'm sorry your honor, I..." A loud fart interrupted her; her intestinal track was now joining the transformation. I have to get out of here! "Please! Please excuse me!" She yelled as she dashed out of the courtroom.
"Jennifer! Jennifer!" She ignored Brittany's calls as she ran to through the courthouse house doors.
Just being outside made Jennifer feel better but what now? She looked about, what to do? What to do? New instincts were already beginning to help Jennifer, as, without even realizing it, she let her new nose take her to the park just a few blocks away.
It was a difficult walk, with confused looks from all she passed by and her increasingly uncomfortable shoes. She began walking faster the nearer she got to the park, until she her torn shoes fell away, and feeling new freedom, she broke into an all out run. But instead the sound of a soft human footfall, her feet now made a loud clopping noise. Jennifer ignored it, choosing to just enjoy the freedom of running.
Finally, she was in the park running through the trees, when she tripped over a root and hit the ground, snapping her back to reality.
"Ow..." Jennifer moaned as she rolled over rubbing her scuffed palms. "Oh, what the fuck is happening to me?!?" She screeched when she saw her legs. Her toes had been replaced with horse's hoofs, white fur running partially up her leg until red fur took over. Hitching up her skirt she found a bedraggled red tail and her moist, needful cunt, the skin now completely black, yet just inside her wet folds were bright pink. Lust still burned inside her. Just below the stretched waistband, two very sensitive mounds had formed.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" Jennifer groaned as she felt the new growths. She began to struggle to pull the skirt off; it was now very uncomfortable, digging into her new teats and abundant rump. She savagely tore and kicked until her skirt flew away, leaving her bottom half completely nude.
Jennifer watched as whatever was happening to her continued its progress up her body. The sensitive mounds were clearly teats now, crowned with an erect nipple. Red-brown fur crept past her navel with alarming speed. Even as she watched her blouse continued to stretch until the buttons shot off into the grass. And, finally, to Jennifer's great relief, her bra snapped under the stress of her barreling chest.
Straining her lengthening neck Jennifer try to look at her hands that she could feel were quickly changing, joining her feet as they become useful for a fast quadruped, and no longer anything human.
"Wha' da 'ell ish happenin' tah me?!" She tried to call out, but her lips felt thick and heavy and her tongue wound not respond the way she wanted. All the while the lust in her loins continued to grow.
"Ah, here you are," Jennifer spun around at the voice, dizzying herself; it would seem her eyes were beginning to change as well. "I always forget how large this park is, thankfully the magic still strong in you."
Jennifer glared. Brian Rowley stood before her, holding the lead rope to a large grey dappled horse that stood near and in other hand a leather halter. He had a surprisingly sympathetic smile on his face. It enraged Jennifer; somehow she knew he was responsible for this.
"Yeh! Yeh, wha' ah ah NEIGHHHH!!!!!" Why couldn't she speak!
"What I am I doing here?" He seemed to know what she was thinking. "I always take care of my animals, Ms. O'Neill, and it would seem you need taken care of."
"Eh don'h nee your 'elp," she said as she rolled over to hide her blatant nudity and get a better look at him. In doing so she saw that the large horse was indeed a stallion, his swollen maleness eagerly slapping his grey belly. She couldn't take her eyes off him. Unconsciously, Jennifer raised her tail over her furry rump, signaling her availability.
"Ol' Ned here pulls my carriage in the park here. He was mighty eager to meet you, and, ah, I think you want to meet him," he let go of the horse's lead. "Go on, be gentle now, she's new at this."
Jennifer hauled herself up on to her hooves, as unsteady as a newborn foal. She desperately wanted to run but the other emotions were stronger. The stallion came around and smelled her, and instinctively she urinated, telling him to mount.
Ned was indeed gentle or at least as gentle as a large draft animal can be. He slowly inserted himself as Jennifer gave an equine gasp.
"This all could have been avoided you know," Brian explained as Ned slowly pleasured his lover, totally unlike a mindless beast. "I tried to warn you, _tell the truth!_Not all that clear, perhaps, but easy enough. If you had only told the truth in that courtroom, you would have been entirely human by nightfall."
Jennifer groaned as a wave of orgasm hit her.
"My brother didn't kill that girl, I'm sure you know that, but she is gone, at least in the shape you or her father knew."
Both stallion and mare shuddered with pleasure as he planted his seed. She was entirely equine now, a red chestnut, with a few unique white markings.
"She came to us you know," Brian continued as the stallion dismounted. "How she learned of us I'll never know. But Fred worked on John Lewis' house, but he swears he never told her, but she came to us young, afraid, and very unhappy. John Lewis is _not_a nice man as her bruises she had on her arms proved.
"At any rate we explained everything to her. She did it fully aware. Isabel is quite happy, has a little filly suckling her teat these days believe it or not."
Jennifer did. The, ah, activity was rather addictive. But no! She had to fight this!
"You'll see her soon enough though, we best be getting home." He brought the halter to Jennifer's face. She backed away, snorting.
"C'mon now! What are you going to do? There's not much going back, Ms. O'Neill, at least not that way. There's no telling what trouble you'd find if I let you off on your own, but you sure as hell won't find your humanity."
Jennifer stopped her snorting and rearing. He was right. What choice did she have? She hung her head and allowed Brian to fit her new halter. She was doomed to be the Rowleys' slave.
"Oh, come off it, it not that bad," He said as he took Ned's rope and began leading them away. "Ol' Ned would tell you, if he could. We take good care of our wards, good pastures, good food. We don't ask too much, if you behave yourself. I think make a mighty fine training horse help the young ladies learn to ride. You'll see."
Jennifer snorted as Brian lead her to his trailer and a new life.
* * *
Jen slowly chewed her oats, savoring the taste. It was rare treat usually, but as her pregnancy progressed she found Brian giving her the delicacy more and more often. But she wasn't about to complain.
Her stable was quiet, all the other horses busy with their own jobs, pulling carts, or teaching new students. A job once delegated to her once, but her belly was quite round now, and for the safety of her and her foal, she had taken maternity leave, as she liked to think of it.
Jen was surprised to see Brian Rowling coming to her stall, smile on his face. He owner, technically, though he didn't like those terms. It had taken some time before Jen had forgiven him and hadn't seen him as a monster, but these days she saw him as something of a friend, a giver of treats and gentle scratches around the ears.
"Hullo, Jen," he produced a sugar cube, which she greedily devoured. "I thought you might want to see this, I told you he was innocent!" He held up a newspaper. Jen was surprised to find she could still read; she hadn't done so in months. The headline read:
ROWLEY: ALL CHARGES DROPPED
LEWIS BEING QUESTIONED IN DAUGTER'S DISAPPEARANCE
"Ha! Ha! Seems that your courtroom 'antics' raised a lot of questions. And get this John Lewis getting questioned for _your_disappearance as well. People have decided that you were being pressured by Lewis all along, which was true enough," Jen nodded.
"Well," he said, scratching her ears, "All's well that ends well. Maybe there is some justice in this world. I'm off to work but Fred going to want to come by and see you."
Jen nodded and went back to her oats. She hadn't thought about the case for some time now. She didn't even think of herself as Jennifer O'Neill, Prosecutor, anymore. It all seemed so silly. She was Jen the Chestnut horse now, the sweet, gentle mare that the riding students would argue over due to her kind nature and easy gait. Courtrooms seemed such a bother now and there was something particularly delicious about these oats...
The End