. . . An infamous male prisoner in his early thirties, and not a good looking one at that. Both his shirt and pants are orange, while his dress shoes are black. Sounds exactly like the clothing I would expect from a prisoner. His brown hairline is receding horribly, and his brown eyes illustrate the crimes that he committed. His face, meanwhile, is plain and homely as it contains noticeable pimples that you would expect from a teenager. On top of that, he has an abysmal neckbeard that seriously needs a good shave. How many times have I seen this dumb stereotype?
“What the hell?” The prisoner asks. “How the fuck did I get in here?”
“Me and Jim cast a teleportation spell on this spot that you’re standing on right now,” Katrina explains, “and spoiler alert: you are going to face your ‘execution.’”
“Are you retards serious?” The prisoner yells angrily, his face seething in rage.
“Of course, we’re serious,” Jim replies.
“You fu-” the prisoner tries to protest.
“Tăcere!” Katrina casts on the prisoner. He receives a black tight mask around his mouth, and the best he can spit out is a series of muffling sounds. The audience is left either confused or weirded out, including Sienna.
“This is awkward to watch,” she comments.
I don’t disagree. It feels like I’m watching a pancake literally trying to flip over on its own.
“Anyways,” Katrina informs, “this prisoner right here is named Ethan Kalmar. He is known for notoriously masterminding the mass shootings of five sororities, all of which occurred in Texas. Dozens of young women were either killed or wounded. He had his henchmen Jacob Adams and Fred Powell. Ethan and his allies got away with these atrocities for nearly a year, but they were finally caught when Fred realized how wrong it was to take the life of another person. To respond to this, he betrayed them by confessing to the police that he and Jacob carried out the shootings while Ethan plotted it all. He led the policemen toward their secret hideout, and they arrested Ethan and Jacob on the spot. However, it was not without a great cost for Fred as he was arrested as well. When all three of them were on trial, they were found guilty. Jacob was sentenced to fifty years in prison, while Fred was sentenced to twenty years because of his realization. Now for the mastermind: he was sentenced to death exactly two weeks later, and me and Jim just so happen place him here right before the original execution began.”
“And here he is now, becoming the ultimate example of how a student in here gets expelled,” Jim concludes.
“Inversare!” Katrina commands as she aims at Ethan’s mouth, making his mask disappear.
“Any last words?” Jim inquires.
“You assholes are going to regret doing this to me!” Ethan spits out.
Seriously, why does he keep swearing every time he says something? It gets really annoying, even by my standards.
“Transformarea Succubei!” Katrina aims her wand and casts it upon Ethan.
Ethan contorts in pain as all of his clothes rip apart one by one from his body by themselves. Five minutes later, Ethan is left completely naked. Analyzing from head to toe, I see a lanky type of guy without much muscle. His chest looks like it belongs to an eleven-year-old, and I don’t see a six or even a four pack on his stomach. Both his arms and legs are covered in body hair, his nails look like they’ve been eaten, and his penis is as small as a virgin. In addition to that, there is also not enough pubic hair to consider him manly. Overall, there is a visage of a very underdeveloped boy, completely naked in front of my eyes. I briefly turn my head over to both sides and find that most of the kids are either covering their eyes or looking away, and I find that Sienna isn't any different.
I hear Ethan constantly spitting out loudly, “Fuck,” as the changes actually begin to take effect on his body. Starting with his height, he feels his body shrinking down as Ethan's height goes from 5'10" to 5'3". Also, his rough texture on his skin softens until it becomes as smooth as a baby, and all of his body hair is shaved off, creating a pile of hair below him in the process. Next up, Ethan's hairline recovers from recession, but instead of stopping when it hits an average man's hair length, it stops when his hair reaches well past his chest at the front and below his behind at the back. There aren't any bangs at the front for him. Its color converts to a mix of indigo and violet to the point where Ethan's hair visualizes a sparkling night.
Not long after that, Ethan's face starts to feminize. Pimples and ugly acne scars get eliminated, while his lips plump up and stop doing so when they become kissable. Ethan's irises turn into a pretty shade of blue, his eyelashes lengthen as well, Ethan's eyebrows thin out, and his eyes themselves protrude and become less ovular than before. His jutting nose shrinks down to properly match his new look. All of his facial hair shaves itself off at once, inevitably joining his body hair. Once that part is entirely finished off, Ethan's jaw goes to a much more rounded shape, becoming much less angled and less prominent.
In the middle of one of Ethan's series of him yelling, “Fuck,” he suddenly begins to cough as I watch his Adam's apple retreat into his neck. When he tries to swear again, he realizes that his voice has been raised to a soprano, but that's not all. His neck has thinned too, and it now matches his feminized face. Feeling embarrassed, Ethan covers his mouth with his hands. Unfortunately for him, the magic causes Ethan's hands to slim down as his nails smoothen and lengthen a little bit. . . or did they?
Ethan finds out that his formerly bitten nails have now converted to long, sharp claws. He is absolutely shocked about this. Not only that, but when he brushes his new hair above his ears, he feels an increasingly big bump above them. Those are actually his magenta horns as they keep growing until they are close to the back of his head. An eudialyte sphere reveals itself at the center of Ethan's forehead, and then two lines appear on each side of the gem and go toward his hair. Right after that, Ethan suddenly feels like he's enjoying himself, with his frown turning into a smile, but why, though?
“Does anyone have a good cock for me?” Ethan sensitively asks. “This penis under my legs is never going to be big enough for me!”
What the hell? Where did that come from? Could the jewelry on his head do this to him, even though he deserved it? Also, is Ethan trying to get an erection by stroking his dick? From the looks of it, yes. Wait, I just answered one of my own questions, didn't I?
As Ethan's arms slenderize and become elegant, his shoulders narrow dramatically. During that, his penis, while hard and erect, slowly recedes back to his crotch. It naturally becomes limp as his four incher becomes a three. The limper it gets, the less dangly his scrotum gets. His penis's head converts into a clitoral hood as his dick itself becomes nothing more than a tiny nub. Meanwhile, his testicles also deflate with his phallus and become his labia. This makes room for Ethan's cock to finally be inside him just to form a clit once his slit opens and creates a vagina for him, or rather her.
“Yes,” Ethan yells. “Tell me, daddy, am I a good girl?”
“No!” All of the students answer, completely shocked at the scene they have witnessed.
“Yes!” Jim replies. “You’re such a good girl.”
“Tell me, daddy,” Ethan “seductively” questions. “Would a good fingering do for you?”
“What?” Raelynne says. “No! We’ve been through enough here!”
“She means, ‘Yes, go and do it,’” Katrina verbally supports.
As Emma Kalmar takes her fingers deep in her new cunt while moaning with pleasure, the rest of her body changes too. Starting with her chest, the magic adds more and more flesh within it, and before long, I find out that she grew a pair of f cup breasts. Also, her nipples are noticeably bigger and more sensitive than before. While Emma moans fiercely as she masturbates, her hips widen to the point of being childbearing, giving her a tiny waist and an hourglass figure. Then, magenta bones sprout out of her back. They lengthen more and more with each passing second, and within a whole minute, Emma now has bony magenta wings. However, the magic isn’t finished with Emma’s wings because I see three dactylopatagiums forming in each space between each bone sticking out below the top one, and all of the dactylopatagiums are helping the bony parts to symbolize a shining twilight to match her hair.
“Oh God, yes!” Emma moans loudly as she becomes close to orgasm.
During that, the magic makes its way toward the rest of her lower half. Her flat behind receives more fat than ever, resulting in a big bubble butt. Her thighs instantly get the same treatment as her ass, and it ultimately gives her shapely legs to match her arms. I notice a dark purple bump sticking out from her backside, and that is her new tail. At first, it appears to be just a straight line, but eventually, indigo and violet hair that is in the shape of a heart shows up at the end of it. Emma's big, meaty feet slim down to properly suit her new hands, and her toenails grow out, though they can't be considered claws. Finally, Emma hits climax. A small pool of girl cum squirts out of her vagina, and Emma takes a lot of deep breaths.
“Hate to be the bringer of bad news,” Jim announces to Emma, “but you won't be able to give any of the men in here a good fucking.”
“That's quite disappointing,” Emma comments. “I was hoping that I could drink some of their juicy semen.”
“Don't worry, Emma,” Jim answers. “This place that you'll enter has an infinite amount of what you need!”
“Really?” Emma asks, her mouth forming a bigger smile in delight.
“Of course!”
“What is it called?”
“Horny Hell.”
Horny Hell. How creative can the name get?
“Go on and take me there,” Emma commands.
“If you say so,” Jim replies before casting, “Teleportare Aleatorie!”
Blue magic completely conceals Emma, and after a minute, she is nowhere to be seen. I quickly glance at some of the students. Most of them are left completely shocked after what they saw. Heck, a handful of them are even whispering to their peers about how terrifying it was for them.
“You can’t be serious,” I say dramatically. “I’ll be expelled like that?”
“Looks like it,” Sienna replies fearfully. “I hope we don't get ourselves into trouble.”
“I know we won't,” I claim optimistically. “After all, there is a reason why we both got into the national honors society back in eighth grade.”
“Oh, right,” Sienna answers.
“Alright, settle down, everyone,” Jim orders.
All of us become silent, anxiety painting most of our faces.
“If you want to ask any more questions,” Katrina says, “ask them now.”
A large silence invades the gym for half a minute.
“I’m taking that as a no,” Katrina answers.
“Time to move on.” Jim changes the subject. “Starting with the freshmen, we’re going to split all of you equally into eleven groups, with nineteen students in each one.”
“Now let’s see,” Katrina announces . . .