Grace Whitaker, Whose Grool Controls Both Body and Mind

[All named characters in this story are at least 18 years old.]

Grace Whitaker had been to transfer to a new high school for her senior year. She hadn't been very popular at her old school but it had at least been big enough that the so-called weird kids could find some peaceful anonymity if they wanted it. But her new school was out in the country and everyone else had known each other since they were in diapers and there was no way they were going to accept a girl who dressed like a goth into their peer group. They taunted her by calling her Grouchy Grace and played the usual array of pranks and cruel jokes on her, like hiding her possessions and vandalizing her car. Complaints to the teachers and principal were ignored and waved off as 'just kids having fun' and not worth the effort of disciplining, although they occasionally decided to punish Grace for what they called 'spreading rumors' or 'crying wolf.' Grace was angry but ambivalent about seeking . She finally decided that she would do something that no one would notice except her. It might not be as gratifying as doing something obvious so everyone knew she had finally given back some of the anguish she had received, but a secret was better than leaving town without ever paying them back.

The senior class, which consisted of only 20 people plus Grace, was getting a senior trip to a nearby lake a few weeks before graduation. The lake featured a summer camp that would ramp up in a month or so, but for the weekend the senior class had the run of the cabins and grounds. By long-standing tradition the local law enforcement looked the other way as the seniors arranged for a couple of kegs of beer. Grace's father had moved to the town to manage the brewery, which allowed Grace the opportunity to enact her . She snuck into the warehouse the night before the senior trip and added a special ingredient to the two kegs that would be sent to the camp: about a pint of her pussy juices in each one. One of her classmates' favorite taunts was to accuse Grace of being a pervert and sexual deviant, which she supposed might be true by their very narrow standards. She got very wet when she was horny, which was often, and she masturbated a lot, but that was at least partly because there wasn't a guy or girl in town she liked enough to fuck. It seemed to her that making them swallow her juices without knowing it would be a satisfying , and the chance to see them doing it was the only reason she was planning to go on the trip.

The day of the trip finally arrived and Grace sat alone on the bus doing her best to avoid attention. For the moment, at least, everyone was too excited talking about their upcoming party to bother the goth girl. The supposed chaperones quickly made themselves scarce shortly after arriving at the camp and lighting a bonfire, retreating to the administrative building and camp director's cabin where they were probably drinking and gambling. The seniors knew the rule was they had to wait until sundown before tapping a keg, which was pointless but added an air of ritual to the proceedings that everyone except Grace was satisfied to endure. She watched eagerly from the shadows as her classmates passed out plastic cups filled with the tainted beer. She decided to retreat to one of the cabins to give herself a good rub thinking about her bullies being tricked into drinking her essence, anticipating that they would be occupied with their party for at least a few more hours.

However, one of Grace's principal bullies, Lauren, noticed the goth lurking at the edge of the fire and then walking away and decided to have some fun at her expense. Grabbing her two best friends, Hazel and Lynn, she set off toward the cabins. She was feeling unusually tipsy for having had only one beer, and the other two girls seemed the same way. Stumbling and giggling in the dark they went from cabin to cabin as quietly as they could, hoping to jump in and scare the girl. When they finally located Grace the bullies thought they had hit the jackpot as they could clearly hear small moans and wet squishing noises. Figuring that she was either masturbating or maybe having sex, the three girls got their phones ready and then slammed open the door and turned on the lights.

They certainly succeeded in surprising Grace, who was literally caught with her pants down, pleasuring herself with a small vibrator. She shrieked in shock at the intrusion, which was quickly replaced by anger as she noticed the girls had their phones out recording her.

"Look at that perverted slut!" screamed Lauren with glee. "Fucking herself with a toy in public, how gross!"

"Check out how wet the bed is!" sneered Hazel. "It looks like she peed herself. What a disgusting whore."

Lynn simply giggled and said, "Smile for the camera, Grouchy!"

Quaking with rage, Grace snarled, "Get out of here! Go fuck each other for a change, you goddamn cows!"

The three girls recoiled at the venom in Grace's voice but soon recovered, laughing at the goth girl some more as she tried to recover her dignity. Finally feeling like they had enough video, Lauren and her friends left the cabin and stumbled drunkenly toward the building that contained the showers and toilets, laughing all the while at Grace's humiliation. Upon entering the facilities all three girls immediately headed for the toilets, feeling an urgent need to pee. They were all feeling hot and sweaty now as well, almost feverish. Finishing their business they gathered at the sinks and tried splashing cold water on their faces but it didn't seem to help much.

"God, why is it so hot all of a sudden," gasped Lauren, wiping rivulets of sweat away from her forehead.

"I'm burning up," agreed Hazel, fanning herself ineffectively with her hands.

"Need a shower," mumbled Lynn, trying to her way past her friends. "Mooooooove," she bellowed, much to the shock of the other two, who finally let her by. Lynn stumbled toward the showers, disrobing as she went. Hazel started tugging at her shirt, trying to get some more air on her pale skin, while Lauren lost her balance and fell to the floor.

"Me, too," muttered Hazel, "Need shower." She immediately kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants and panties and walked toward the shower. Blearily, Lauren noticed that her friend's ass seemed bigger than usual, and there was an odd something at the base of her spine. It looked kind of like a finger or a dick, she giggled absently, and it was twitching. Suddenly concerned again Lauren tried but failed to stand, so she herself to crawl into the shower room after her friends.

She stood on all fours, completely in shock, as she saw her two friends standing under the same showerhead, kissing and fondling each other's naked bodies, which now sported short tails and tiny horns. Her friends noticed Lauren watching them and stopped their making out long enough to both say, "Mooooo."

Lauren mooed in horror, then mooed in horror again when she heard herself mooing. She felt her tail twitching in fear and mooed yet again, dismayed to realize she had a tail. She tried to crawl away but her naked friends grabbed her by the arms and dragged her into the shower stall with them, soaking her clothes. Mooing lustfully, Hazel and Lynn began stripping their friend, who struggled a little but couldn’t seem to get her arms and legs to work right. They knelt down and tried to kiss their friend, who kept turning her head and knocking their horns together painfully, so they changed tactics. Now down on all fours, the other two girls seemed unwilling or unable to stand up again. Hazel began sucking on Lauren’s tit, which Lauren thought seemed larger than before. She tried to push Hazel away but felt weak and her hands didn’t obey her properly. Lynn nosed around in Lauren’s bush for a little while before deciding to lick up the cream that was oozing from her friend’s increasingly puffy slit. Lauren tried to yell for help, but realized that even if anyone heard her mooing over the sound of the party it wasn’t likely to do her any good.

Despairing, Lauren looked at her friends more closely and saw that they were still transforming, as was Lauren herself. All three had trimmed their bushes carefully the night before, anticipating a weekend of hanging around in their bikinis a lot and probably hooking up with one of the guys at some point. Lauren saw her dark blonde bush was bigger and thicker than ever; it looked more like fur than hair. She couldn’t really see if Lynn’s lighter blonde pubes had also overgrown, but Hazel’s dark brown bush was a jungle at this point, and similar fur was appearing on the tip of her waving tail, which was now at least a foot long. She also noticed a swelling in the same area, with a couple of bumps that looked like little nipples. Lauren watched aghast as she realized they were growing udders.

She renewed her struggles and was able to push her former friends away and scramble back onto her hands and feet. They mooed at her in disappointment, prompting Lauren to glare at them and moo reproachfully. Hazel and Lynn simply resumed kissing each other; their hands seemed to still be obeying them, for the most part, as they were able to caress each other’s dangling tits with little apparent difficulty. All three of them had started out with respectable tits of about the same size: a bit more than a handful but not huge by any means. All three of them had now swelled into the range of the obscene, with tits like a porn star she thought, although Lauren hadn’t seen much porn so it was really just an expression to her. Their hips, thighs, and asses were also much larger, but not to the same degree as their boobs.

Lauren wanted to leave the shower room but instead just plopped down where she was and watched her former friends play with each other. She could smell their pussies and the odor was making her own pussy heat up. Abruptly, Hazel and Lynn flopped over onto their sides, giving Lauren a good look at the pale fur between Lynn’s legs. She also had a good view of the girl’s udder, about the size of a football currently and sticking out from just above her mound. Hazel moved around until she could get her face buried in that aromatic blonde bush, licking and slurping and mooing in delight. In the process, her own pussy and ass wound up almost in Lauren’s face. Her tail was whipping around and helping waft the odor of her lust into Lauren’s nose. The smell intoxicated the girl, who tentatively moved her face closer to get a better whiff. Finally succumbing to her bestial urges she let out a lustful moo and began licking Hazel’s cunt from behind.

Lost in their bovine lust for each other, none of the girls noticed a flabbergasted Grace standing in the bathroom staring at them in disbelief and rubbing her crotch through her black jeans.

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