“What the heck is going on?!” Allison was the first one to leave. She wanted to check herself immediately, especially after noticing her sudden decrease in height. The first place she found was the restroom, going in and locking the door–inconsequential considering that the rest were going through similar trouble. In her rush, she didn’t notice that her oversized sweatpants had fell off.
She was horrified by the sight in the mirror: she had lost a lot of her hair, not a shortening mind you, there were many bald spots in her scalp. At the same time, she could feel some hair growing in a line through her back, the color was more of a muddy yellow instead of her usual blonde looks.
Allison was in shock, stuck staring at the mirror. Carol had said to her mother that resisting an “amazing sensation” was supposed to delay the transformation, but that wasn’t all. The overflow of emotions that her sister was feeling also accelerated the transformation, which in turn alarmed Allison even more.
There were many things to look and feel now: her neck was thickening, her face was elongating outwards, her nose was growing, tusks were coming out from the sides of her mouth, her limbs were shortening, hands turned into hooves… “*Snort* A-aaahhh *SNORT* help… *snort* What is *SNORT* this…”
Her remaining clothes were just briefs which she managed to get out of as her legs became thinner and less reliable to stand on, her bra which got torn as her torso expanded and her breasts flattened, and her shirt, which was not at risk of getting torn since her current height sort of balanced her thicker torso, leaving her just in a tight shirt.
By this time she fell into the ground, no longer able to stand on two feet nor see the mirror. She felt her eyes shifting to the sides, the roughness of her skin, and the rest of her head shaping into that of a warthog. The last of her changes took place on her lower body, with her legs already shorter and a bigger buttock. A tail was growing, along with her new penis. Between moans and snorts, Allison reacted to her changes. No longer in pain, she let herself go, almost enjoying it. “E-ease… *snooort* I feel at *snort* ease.”
The warthog let himself fall into the ground once his testicles had developed into his ballsack. He was relaxed. Allison turned into an animal but kept most of his mind, coming into terms with his new situation. He was about to doze off until he saw the door moving. He could tell someone was trying to open it did his most to unlock it with his tusk at least. He was scared at first by the mane of the creature that opened the door, but he realized it was his sister Carol. He could still manage to articulate words in between snorts, and asked “Mom? *snort* Molly?”