Laurens Hell: Part 1 (Transformations)

(Authors Note: This and the following chapter contain scenes of detailed mental distress. While there is no ****, some may find the descriptions uncomfortable. Please be aware going forward.)

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Lauren Peterson

Lauren confidently marched down the stone steps, her determined footsteps reverberating through the cold, damp air. The cliffside path crunched beneath her boots as if bearing witness to her escape, and Lauren's confidence swelled with each passing moment. By the time she reached the forest entrance at the base, the weight of Azure's dominance seemed like a distant memory. She was sure she had eluded the queen's grasp.

"Suck it, bitch. Good luck finding me now!" Lauren taunted the castle behind her, her laughter ringing through the air. The sea of trees beckoned, offering sanctuary from Azure's influence. She marched into the forest, having no real plan but confident in her instincts.

Meanwhile, back at the fortress Lauren had left, Azure was in the middle of freezing it in time. Moments later, she and Alison walked through a portal, leaving this realm entirely.

Instantly, Lauren's newfound confidence shattered. A sudden, icy feeling coiled in the pit of her stomach, jolting her to a halt.

Since arriving in Azure's domain, a comforting spell had been in effect to make the contestants and masters more accepting of their situation and shield them from the full impact of their circumstances. It wasn't mind control. The magic had never overridden the subjects personality or agency. But it did block the human bodies natural tendency to go into total shock and panic at witnessing the incomprehensible.

Now, with Azure's oversight gone, the spell dissolved, and Lauren felt the weight of her reality crashing down as every suppressed feeling hit her all at once. Her body seized up as if caught in the grip of an invisible ****. Panic set in, and Lauren's mind went blank, starkly contrasting the determined strides she had taken moments ago.

A thought managed to pierce through the paralyzing fear, and Lauren stammered, "W-what… what is this?"

The once-confident queen of the school gazed down at her trembling hands, almost questioning their existence.

"Wha… Uh… Wh… WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Lauren's world fractured before her eyes. The existence of magic and her role as a pawn in the whims of an insane goddess overwhelmed her. The transformation of her classmate replayed in her mind, and the horror of it all sank in.

"This… THIS CAN'T BE REAL!" she screamed, the sound tearing through the stillness of the forest. Desperation etched across her face, she slapped herself, hoping to wake from the nightmare. The sting of her palm against her cheek confirmed the harsh reality.

“N-no… this…. This is… I… wha…. AAUUUUGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Her deafening scream shattered the tranquility, sending nearby birds scattering from their perches into the sky. Fear gripped every fiber of her being as she sprinted blindly through the forest, an aimless escape from the castle and the horrors she had witnessed. The world around her blurred, matching the chaos within.

After what felt like an eternity of running, she finally succumbed to exhaustion, her body forcing her to pause and catch her breath. Leaning against a gnarled tree trunk, Lauren gulped down the air, attempting to quell the storm of emotions raging inside her.

“Howdy there! And what’s your name?” a sudden, cheery voice rang out from above, startling Lauren out of her thoughts. She looked up to find a green-haired elf girl perched on a nearby branch, peering down at her with a curious expression.

"S-stay back!" Lauren said, raising her fists defensively.

"Well, Mrs. 'Stayback', nice to meet you." the elf beamed, seemingly unfazed by Lauren's stance. She began writing in the air with her finger, leaving behind glowing lines suspended in midair, spelling out the number 514.

"My name's Number Five-Fourteen. Are you another test subject? It's been a while since we got someone new."

"I- I don't understand," Lauren stammered weakly.

The elf girl frowned. "No, momma didn't make you. You're from outside, aren't you?"

"Y-yes? Yes! I'm from the outside. Please help me! I need to find the exit!" Lauren pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice.

Five-Fourteen tilted her head, casting a suspicious glance at Lauren. "Hmm, I don't think I should be talking to you."

"What? Why?"

"I mean, you're a witch, right?" she asked, as if posing a perfectly reasonable question. "You're going to curse me," she added matter-of-factly.

"What?! I'm not a witch!" Lauren snapped, frustration seeping into her tone.

"But you're dressed like one, and you got a scary face," Five-Fourteen frowned, gesturing to Lauren's goth attire.

Lauren's patience wore thin. "God damn it! Will you just FUCKING help me?!"

The sudden outburst startled the elf girl. "Wah! No, you're too angry to be a witch. You must be a demon disguised as one!"

"What are you talking about?" Lauren questioned, incredulous.

The green-haired girl scurried higher up the tree, eyeing Lauren with fear and suspicion. "I can't trust you. Demons always pretend to be witches. I'm not falling for it!"

Lauren's frustration peaked at the elf's accusation. The absurdity of the situation left her dumbfounded. "For god's sake! What can I do to make you trust me?" she snapped, her patience worn thin by the girls' unfounded suspicions.

The green-haired girl pondered for a moment. "You can drop the disguise for one. At the very least, stop hiding your demon horns."

"I don't have horns!" Lauren argued vehemently, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Five-One-Four took a deep breath before blowing a swirl of green mist into the air. Before Lauren could react, the magical smoke invaded her lungs, triggering wild coughing. Around her, the sunny forest grew dark.

Lauren's world spun. The forest seemed to blur, and her head throbbed with a relentless pain. It was as if an invisible **** was squeezing her brain, making every heartbeat echo through her skull.

Moments later, the excruciating headache intensified, and Lauren's hands shot to her temples. A searing pain radiated from the top of her head. She gasped as she felt something abnormal protruding from her head.

Horns.

Painfully and forcefully, the demonic appendages sprouted from the crown of her head, tearing through the flesh and hair. Lauren let out a guttural cry, the sensation so vividly agonizing that it threatened to consume her consciousness.

As the demonic horns settled, the unbearable pain subsided, leaving Lauren trembling and overwhelmed by the unexpected transformation. The once-confident queen of the school was reduced to a tortured figure in the enchanted forest, struggling to comprehend the surreal turn of events.

The elf, perched high in the tree, observed with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. "See, I knew it! Demons always reveal their true selves eventually."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Lauren shrieked, her voice echoing through the enchanted forest as she sprinted away from her green-haired tormentor.

"Hey, where you going?" Five-One-Four called out, a playful pout tugging at her lips. "We're still playing!"

Lauren, consumed by the rush of wind and pounding her heart, remained oblivious to the elf's words. Escape was her sole focus.

The mysterious girl smirked, deviously declaring, "A game of tag it is then."

Effortlessly, the elf navigated from tree to tree with nimble leaps, resembling a ninja in pursuit. Lauren's heart sank as she realized her enemy had closed the distance with unsettling ease.

"Wow, you're really slow," Five-One-Four teased, reveling in the success of the chase, further infuriating Lauren.

"Leave me alone! Please!" Lauren cried, her voice echoing through the forest as she ran.

The test subject did not heed her pleas, taunting, "You know if you want to go faster, I can help. Four legs are faster than two."

With a sly smirk, the elf released another puff of magical mist, this time tinted purple. Instead of targeting Lauren's mouth, the mystical smoke enveloped her lower body.

"What are you doing?! No more! I beg you!" Lauren's **** cries filled the air.

Moments later, a searing pain tore through her legs, rendering them uncontrollable.

Her shoes grew progressively tighter as her feet swelled. Then, she no longer felt it in her toes, as they went numb before being joined by the rest of her feet. Moments later, Lauren's boots burst open without warning, unable to contain the transformation beneath. They were no longer feet but undeniably hooves.

The changes spread up her body as her once human legs rapidly became replaced by powerful, muscular hindquarters.

Meanwhile, two protrusions were pushing out from above Lauren's panty line. The fabric of her pants succumbed to the magical onslaught, disintegrating as a second pair of legs violently burst forth from the bumps.

"Hmm, I forgot. Do centaurs have four or six legs?" The elf mused. As she asked, a third pair of hooves burst out from Lauren.

The metamorphosis was relentless. The sharp, tearing sensation mingled with the shock of witnessing her own lower half morph into something both mythical and nightmarish. Lauren squealed in discomfort as her ass moved further away from her, giving plenty of room for her new limbs to gain mass. Her naked skin became leathery as a short coat of black fur grew out from her lower pores.

Even her head was not spared from the transformation, though the changes were far more minor. Her ears extended, giving them the shape of an elf or, more horrifyingly, a horse. Her demon horns also changed to look more like that of a beast, such as a cow.

A furry tail slithered out from her behind, settling between her enormous horse ass. As the changes slowed, Lauren stumbled upon her six hooves, her new centaur form now a surreal reality.

Looking down at her handiwork, the elf wore an unsettling mix of satisfaction and mischief. "What do you think? Like it?"

"Oh god! What have you done to me?! I'm a freak!" Lauren cried, her voice filled with anguish.

The elf nodded in consideration. "You're right. Centaurs DO have four legs, not six. Sorry about that." She snapped her fingers, causing the two spare legs to painlessly, and bloodlessly, pop off like Legos, leaving Lauren with four hooves.

"Better?"

"NO!" Lauren screamed.

"Come on! Don't be a killjoy!" Five-Fourteen whined, dismissing Lauren's distress before leaping from the branch onto Lauren's back.

"GET OFF ME!"

Ignoring her protests, the elf kicked Lauren's sides, attempting to coerce her into movement. "Giddyup. Come on, horsey!"

"GET OFF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Lauren screamed, her frustration and panic escalating. She kicked her back hooves wildly, attempting to buck her tormentor off. In her frantic attempts, her hooves collided with a nearby tree, leaving a sizable indent.

Despite Lauren's **** efforts, the elf clung on tenaciously, wrapping her arms around Lauren's waist to maintain her precarious perch. Five-Fourteen reveled in the chaos, urging, "Whee! Come on, bucking bronco. Let's see what you got."

"LET GO OF ME!" Lauren yelled, trying to pry the elf's grip off, but her struggles only resulted in the fiend holding on tighter, her laughter ringing louder.

"By the way, the witch attire clashes with the beast of nature look, doesn't it?" the elf observed casually, unfazed by Lauren's predicament. "You should drop it."

Lauren's top and bra dissolved in response to the elf's magic, exposing her bare chest to the forest air. However, concerns of modesty were barely registered amid her overwhelming terror.

Desperation consumed Lauren as she craned her arms back and blindly flailed her hands at the elf, attempting to dislodge her unwanted rider. The only amused the green-haired girl.

It was only a stroke of luck when, after about a minute of this, one of Lauren's long nails accidentally scratched the test subjects eye.

The elf screamed in pain, momentarily loosening her grip, providing Lauren with the needed opportunity. Bucking her hind legs one more time was enough to finally throw the girl off. Feeling the weight on her hindquarters lessen, Lauren seized the chance to escape. She galloped away as fast as her newfound centaur legs could carry her, determined to put distance between herself and the chaotic trickster.

The forest echoed with the sound of hooves against the forest floor as Lauren fled, the wind rushing past her, carrying both her fear and newfound strength. She was terrified at how naturally she moved like she had a lifetime of living with four hooves. Without even thinking, she jumped a small ravine and kept galloping forward, no longer with any thought on where she was headed, but simply a primal instinct to get away.

"Help me! Please! Anyone!"

She was so hysterical that, as she fled deeper into the forest, she didn’t notice the changes happening around her. Color slowly drained from her surroundings, the vibrant greens of the foliage and the lively hues of nature turning into the grayscale tones of an old movie.

Barely registering the shift in her surroundings, Lauren only noticed in the nick of time a figure directly in her path. She swerved to avoid a collision, but her massive form ran into a small tree instead, the impact toppling it and bringing her to a painful halt.

The figure she had narrowly avoided remained unresponsive to the near miss. Lauren, still reeling from the abrupt stop, looked up and immediately recognized the ghostly form of John Booker.

“No way out… no way out…” John muttered endlessly, his spectral voice carrying an unsettling weight.

"J-John?! You're here?!" Lauren exclaimed, a mix of shock and relief coursing through her. She was so **** for someone to help her that she didn't even consider something was wrong.

John looked up at Lauren, his ghostly eyes meeting hers as if only realizing for the first time that someone else was in the grayscale realm with him.

"Lauren? Lauren! Please help me," he pleaded, stepping forward before losing strength in his legs and falling to his knees. His body twitched violently as he let out a strained moan.

"Oh god! Please don't make me be her anymore! I'm not a woman! Please don't make me go back! I'm not- TEE HEE - I'm not… like totally… no… I'm a man... I'm... such a ditz! No! I'm... sexy... that's not... fuck me, master... help... I'm... such a stupid girl..."

He grabbed his head and screamed, trying to hold onto his mind, but it was too late. Lauren watched wordlessly as the man in front of her changed again. However, this time, she had no calming magic to downplay the sight before her.

John's short, curly hair grew rapidly as his masculine pecs exploded out into colossal breasts, bursting through his t-shirt. The tattered fabric reformed itself into a string bikini top, barely able to contain the enormous melons. Meanwhile, his pants ripped themselves apart, leaving only a tiny piece of material to act as a new g-string that left nothing to the imagination. Lauren could see his bulge rapidly deflate into a smooth surface while his behind inflated into a pillowy ass.

All the while, his muscular frame became soft and feminine, his proportions and hips shifting to give him... or rather her... a flawless hourglass figure.

John was gone. Only Jezebel remained.

Or rather, almost. Despite returning to this familiar form, something was still off about her. Her hair still had John's old brunette tone, but more strikingly was her expression, which was dark and stoic. She got to her feet and gazed at Lauren with blank eyes that felt like she was peering into her soul.

"There's no escape for you, Lauren Peterson," the monochrome woman said, her usually bubbly voice replaced with icy venom. "You're going to lose and become just like me!"

"That's- no- I won't!" Lauren argued weakly, her whole body shivering.

Jezebel glided slowly towards Lauren, moving without her feet touching the ground. "You're going to become a sex doll. Just a toy for Levi and Azure's pleasure. Your body is just a plaything to them."

"S-stay back!" Lauren cried. "I'm warning you!"

"It's what you deserve," the buxom phantom taunted, unwavering by Laurens's threat, and inching ever closer. "The world is so much better now that no one remembers you. You'll contribute more to society as his personal whore than you ever did as a spoiled bitch,"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Lauren screamed. Instinctively, she raised onto her hind legs and used her front hooves to kick at Jezebel. However, they passed right through her predator, as if the ghostly woman were made of mist.

"You're going to be so sexy," Jezebel smirked, her icy expression finally changing. She floated several inches up to become at eye level with Lauren. She then reached out both her cold hands onto the centaur's naked breasts.

"Starting here."

Lauren let out a scream at the freezing touch, feeling like her nipples were encased in pure ice.

Jezebel laughed before fading into smoke as color returned to the forest.

Like before, Lauren barely registered the change in surroundings, her need for escape so **** that it blocked everything else out. She once again fled as fast as her hooves would carry her. She had no destination, just a hysteric need to get away.

She didn't notice the freezing sting on her chest turning into a soothing warmness, like someone was massaging her breasts under a heating lamp. Nor did she observe how they were slowly inflating, bouncing increasingly violently as she rode deeper along uneven terrain.

And she was CERTAINLY oblivious that lingering traces of Five-Fourteen's magic were still changing her. The girls grey skin slowly regained color, as the elfs spell fought against Azures goth curse. Her black horse coat shaded brown. Her head of hair grew fuller, and the horns poking out of it stretched longer.

Only when the exhaustion of running and her rapidly beating heart threatened to collapse her, lest she take a moment to breathe, did she look down and witness the metamorphosis her chest had gone through.

She screamed at her endowments, barely able to comprehend they were hers. Her tits were as giant as Jezebels, colossal enough to fit her entire head. It was a miracle that their weight alone didn't cause them to tear themselves from her body due to gravity alone.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!"

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Four Hours Later

Azure

Time remained unmoving within the castle, as it had the past four hours. Not a second had passed within the walls of the enchanted fortress, the building dutifully following the instructions of its mistress.

However, even though magic had frozen time within the structure, it continued to flow outside it. At this four-hour mark, the silence was broken by a deafeningly loud, blindingly bright portal materializing in one of the frozen hallways.

Stepping out of it was a woman in a red dress that matched the color of her lengthy hair, followed by a blue-haired maid.

"Well, that was a total waste of time," Azure complained. "Sylvia totally stole the spotlight, the egomaniac!"

"I mean, it is her show," Alison offered, though unenthusiastically.

Azure scoffed. "Who cares? You don't do a crossover if you want it to be about yourself. The whole point is to let the guest stars advertise themselves," she explained, though she gave no follow-up evidence to support this bizarre conclusion.

The portal closed behind them, leaving only a magical envelope, which Alison bent down to collect. Meanwhile, Azure turned to the locked door of her office, having intentionally set the portal to drop them in front of it.

"Honestly, a total waste, all of this," Azure vented, waving her hand to disengage the enchanted lock.

"I enjoyed myself," Alison said, pocketing the enchanted letter into her apron.

Azure rolled her eyes as the door swung open. "I didn't think you were capable of liking anything." She craned her neck back to look at the maid. "And by the way, since when the hell were you so popular?! Sylvia called you her friend, for crying out loud!"

"People seem to like me," Alison replied.

"Braindead dweebs in the audience like you," Azure muttered as she stepped into her office. "Anyone with half a brain would know you have the likability of sandpaper."

The host then added, with a laugh, "I guess that's why Sylvia likes you. How an idiotic understudy like her was ever trusted with a season is beyond me."

"Perhaps this is why hosts do not invite you to their shows more often," Alison observed, following the Azure into her office.

Azure ignored the bait for once, instead silently pulling her chair from her desk and sitting. She opened her purse and pulled out the magical time-freezing watch, which was still using its power to keep the castle in stasis.

Azure clicked the button on top, making the hands of the small clock move once more. Around her, time resumed its usual flow within the castle. The once-frozen contestants and master continued their business, oblivious that an interruption had occurred.

Azure computer monitors sprung back to life, opening dozens of windows of various master camera feeds. The host smiled, happy to be back in her element. She scanned the windows to confirm everyone was still where she had left them. Elena and Tomoko were shopping at Jezebels, Olivia and Kaitlyn had returned to their rooms, Levi was exploring the greenhouse for the first time, and Sophia kicked Ji-Woo out of her room.

That only left…

"Where's Lauren?" she asked herself. She opened more camera windows, confident the goth would be on one of them. But with each additional live feed, a pit of panic grew in Azure's stomach.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS LAUREN?!"

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