Bessica, Part 1 (Patreon)

Alex is an ordinary university student who wishes to expose the alpha-bitch on campus for the 'cow' she really is. She visits Tila the Wandering Witch to make this happen, but developements - bovine and otherwise - begin to spiral rapidly out of control. 

A new multi-part story I'll be writing over the next couple of months - this one may be one of my longer stories!

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Part 1:

Alex paused in thought as she gazed at the woman behind the travelling vendor. She was older, true, but not ancient, and certainly not covered in warts and spots as she expected. Alex checked the slip of paper again.

Want a change in your life? A change in someone else’s? Be it for love or profit or to right a wrong, visit the Wandering Witch whilst she’s in town!

The posters had seemingly gone up overnight all over town, and while there were no clear directions, an image of the caravan had been attached. It was ramshack, covered in trinkets, largely new-age stuff and runes and the like. Fairly tacky. What Alex hadn’t expected was for the Wandering Witch herself to look so . . . well, un-witch-like. She appeared to be in her mid-forties at the latest, her hair still pitch-black and curly, her figure the kind that Anne hoped hers could be at the woman’s age. Her skin was olive in colour, likely Roma or Mediterranean in origin, and she wore a bright red gown with dangling blue and green baubles and beads. Alex looked over the paper again. What the hell, she thought, if it works, it works. If it’s a sham, no one will need to know.

She stepped further into the caravan park, and waited patiently while a man chatted to the witch, who was looking down on him through the caravan sales window. She had a nice voice, light and peppy, and just a touch sensual.

“So it all worked out?” the witch said, “in the end?”

“Yes, yes,” the man said, “thank you so much. Sandra was a bit shocked, and will complain for a time, but I told her that birth control pills aren’t totally effective. She never wanted children, but I think she’s already coming round to motherhood.”

The woman laughed. It wasn’t even a cackle. “Well, Mr Sands, it’s now upon her either way. How many drops did you use, anyway?”

The man grew a bit sheepish. “Well, um, I only intended for two or three. But the bottle spilled a bit and . . . nine.”

“Oh dear! Oh my, oh my, Mr Sands. It seems Sandra will have a very . . . productive nine years ahead of her. Just enough for ten or eleven lots. Poor woman! She is now the most fertile woman In the world. But remember as I said, the formula increases chances of twins, or even triplets. I do hope it was an honest mistake.”

The man grinned. “It was, I promise! And we can afford them. She’ll come around to it,” he repeated. “She has to now.”

He left with a smile on his face, and if what they were saying was true, Alex was certainly glad not to be his wife. Nine years of your life getting pregnant again and again without wanting to. I can’t imagine it.

“Ahoy there,” the Wandering Witch said, turning to Alex, “what’s your name, dear?”

Alex stepped forward. “Um, aren’t you supposed to be the witch? Shouldn’t you already know?”

“Pffft,” the woman said, “I’m not wasting good runes on that, dear.”

“Sorry, it’s just, you don’t look like a witch.”

The woman laughed. “Well, what should a witch look like? In front of me I see a girl of regular height with an average bust, athletic frame, and shoulder-length hair. But who knows what fascinating aspects exist beneath that surface, hm?”

“Oh, um, sorry to be rude. I’m Alex. I was given this,” she held up the slip of poster paper, “from a friend, who advised me to go see you about a problem. I don’t really, well, didn’t really believe in magic, but . . .”

“This friend of yours,” the Wandering Witch said as she leaned forward on the counter of the caravan saleswindow, “black? With cornrows? Lost a lot of weight recently?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Yes, I knew I couldn’t have been imagining it! Nobody loses that much weight in just a week. And now she runs track, and wins! I feel like I’m one of the only people who can remember her like she was.”

The Wandering Witch smiled. “A little trick of the magic. She specifically wanted those in her life who respected her before to be able to recognise her change. I get the feeling she wanted them to come to me for help too, if need be. Lovely young woman.”

“Well, I’m not looking for help,” Alex said. “Your card says ‘to right a wong’ on it, as an option.”

The woman’s eyebrow raised. “Ooh, colour me interested. I always find these the hardest ones to get right, but conversely, it’s also where I can really let loose with the spells. Just be warned Alex, I don’t kill, and I don’t do fates worse than death, for the most part. No leaving anyone in a white void for near-eternity. My specialties are changes and transformations, just that.”

“That’s what I want. Listen, uh, Wandering Witch – ”

“Feel free to call me Tila, the Wandering Witch is just my business handle.”

“Ah, Tila. Um, listen, I’ve just started my third year at university, and just turned twenty-one last week.”

“Happy birthday!”

“Um, thanks. But it’s just . . . there’s a girl in several of my classes. A popular alpha-clique girl named Tiana. She still acts like we’re in high school, with all the bitchiness and bullying and spreading horrible rumours. I don’t know why she picks on me, it might be because I actually do well in my classes. But after my birthday I came back to school to find that everyone thought I’d had blacked out sex and got an STD. It’s disgusting, especially because we’re all meant to be grown up now. But she’s got a great figure, and all the boys just follow her tits where they lead, and the rest of the girls fall in line. So basically, I don’t care how much it costs, I can spend the money my parents gave me for my birthday: but I want a spell or a potion or whatever that will make everyone see her for the cow she really is.”

Tila leaned forward further, so she was almost looking straight down from the caravan to Alex. She thrust out a hand and grasped Alex by the cheeks, and locked eyes with her. Alex was so shocked she didn’t know what to do. After a moment, Tila released her.

“I see what you mean,” the Wandering Witch said, “you are definitely telling the truth. Excuse the inspection; Mr Sands back there lied to me; he did use those drops deliberately, and I don’t like maliciousness. I think his wife will give him the kick if she ever finds out. Well, Alex, I have just the item for this.”

She disappeared from view, rummaged with something, and returned with a small vial.

“Pour this into her drink while she isn’t looking, and make sure she drinks as much as she can. The changes won’t be instantaneous, but I think that’ll be better, don’t you? Let her learn a lesson over the several weeks it takes her transformation to take, into the cow you know her to be. I’ll warn you now, this is irreversible but for my magic, so make sure you absolutely want this to happen. When she has been thoroughly humiliated, she can come to me.”

“What will it do?” Alex said, holding the vial in her hand.

“She won’t become a cow, I promise you that. Cow-like, on the other hand? Oh, yes. She certainly won’t be popular anymore, and she’ll leave you alone.”

“How much?”

“Two hundred.”

“Two hundred!?”

The woman shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not an alchemist, I can’t just magic up money. But I try to help, and you seem like a good kid, so I’ll lower it to one-fifty.”

Cassie couldn’t have lost that fat in a week, Alex thought. And she had enough money from work and her birthday. She pulled out her wallet.

“Do you take card?”

The witch smiled. “I certainly do.”

◊◊◊

“Well if it isn’t the slut,” Tiana spat as soon as Alex entered the café. A guy by her side smirked, another outright giggled. Derek, the kindest of the group, just looked annoyed. Tiana apparently didn’t catch the irony of saying that while she had her hands on the thighs of two separate men at her table. Particularly dressed as she was, with a fairly low top and yoga pants on, her blonde hair draping over one shoulder.

“Leave it alone, Tiana,” Alex said, but inwardly was glad. Already any second thoughts were vanishing from her system.

“Yeah, shut up Tiana, try not to call my friend a slut while you’re giving two boys a handjob under the table.”

Tiana turned red with rage, and Alex smiled at who had spoken. Jessica was her oldest friend from their junior days, and always spoke up against Tiana. Jess was flat as a board and had a thin, rakish figure. She was just as bullied as Alex was, more so, probably, for her appearance, which Alex knew Jessica had never been happy with. But she was always able to shrug off criticism in a way Alex struggled with.

“Fuck off, stickman,” Tiana said, “this is between me and whore. Have you got crabs down there, Alex? Must be hard to lose your virginity to an AIDs-infested fratboy, but then I guess you’ve got an obligation to fuck the only boy that comes to your party.”

“Tiana, stop it,” one of the boys, Derek, pitched in, “just leave her alone.”

Alex rolled her eyes. There hadn’t even been any boys at her party. It had been a girls’ night only, but then Tiana probably already knew that.

“Ray, Andy, one of you fetch me another sushi roll. I think this one’s gone off just being in Alex’s breathing space.”

The two guys, adults both, acted like kids fighting over a single toy as they sped away to the café bar, pushing each other aside lightly. It was repulsive, how she managed to bend some people around her finger. Still, this presented an opportunity. Alex closed in on Tiana’s table, leaned forward with one hand on its surface, and grabbed Tiana by the front of her top.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” she said, tears rising to the surface, but her other hand already slipping in all of the vial’s formula into Tiana’s drink. Tiana pushed her back, harder than Alex had expected. Derek stepped forward and separated them.

“Freak,” Tiana said, loud enough for it to echo across the café. Alex made her way out before any other repercussions could follow, her head buried in her hands as she pushed her way out into the courtyard. She had done it; she had pulled it off. But it didn’t make the tears any less real.

“Alex, are you okay?” a voice said. Alex recognised it. It was Jessica. Her friend reached out a bony arm and rested her hand on Alex’s shoulder, comforting her.

“It’s just words, Alex, just let it slide by, and she’ll stop.”

Alex smiled, wiping away her tears. “Thanks Jess. I know.”

“You really shocked me there Alex, I didn’t see you as the violent type.”

“Me either. I think it just got to me. I didn’t even get the drink I went in for.”

Jess gave a nonchalant gesture. “Let me get it. I’m thirsty anyway. Left my bottle at home. I’ll grab one for you so you don’t have to face her anymore, and we’ll meet over by the amphitheatre. Soda, right?”

Alex smiled. “Thanks, Jess, you’re the best. I’ll pay you back.”

“Watching Tiana get ruffled like that was more than payback.”

Jessica went back inside the café, and Alex made her way to the amphitheatre, wiping the last of her tears. Slowly, a grin spread on her face. Her payback has only just started, Jessica. Just you wait.

◊◊◊

Inside the café, Jessica frowned at her wallet. The EFTPOS machine was out, again, and she only had enough cash on her for one drink. She sighed. She’d left her bottle at home, and the fountain was always filthy, but still she paid for Alex’s soda. Her friend needed the cheer up more. She turned to leave when she saw Tiana’s table. Tiana had already gone, along with her two boytoys, but they’d left their plates and drinks there. The girl had hardly touched her iced tea after Alex had given her a rough up. Only a few sips at most.

A hand caught her by the shoulder, and she spun to see that it was Derek, ostensibly one of Tiana’s entourage, though he hung around her less and less these days. He was handsome, with a chiselled jaw and tanned features. She had always had a crush on him, and despite her boyish looks, he’d always gone out of his way to be nice to her.

“Hey Jess,” he said, “So, Tiana and Alex were at it something fierce. That seemed more your style than Alex’s.”

“Yeah, I know. Wild, right? I’m just picking up a drink for Alex since she missed one.” She indicated the soda in her hand.

“Oh, I see. Look, can you tell Alex I’m really sorry for me? I don’t think she’d want to see me now. But Tiana was way over the line, and we’ve been falling out for a while now. After today, I’m through with hanging out with that lot.”

Jess eyed him suspiciously, but there didn’t seem to be any ill intent. He smiled, and for a moment she found herself lost in the gleam of his perfect grin. She snapped out of it.

“Sure Derek, I’ll pass it on. Thanks.”

“And how are you? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. A bit parched myself, but only had enough coin for one drink. EFTPOS is down.”

“Oh, let me get one for you.” He patted his pockets down, then frowned. “Oh, um, seems I was a little premature there. Oh, I know! Grab Tiana’s drink. She barely touched it before she left in a huff.”

“Hey, not a bad idea.” She took it up in her other hand. He smiled again, and the silence passed between them a little awkwardly.

“Well, I best be heading off,” she said.

“Oh, well, yeah. Me too. I’ll catch you later Jess. I hope to see you round.” His face turned a little red, and he left, looking back at her when he reached the door, then shying away again. What’s got into him? Why is he always like that with me? She stared back at the drink.

“What the hell,” Jessica said. She took it, quickly gulped it down, and made her way to her friend. It’s not like I’m going to catch anything, she thought.

But inside, the magic was already working, coursing through her system. Her DNA was already beginning to change.

◊◊◊

It was two days later that Alex encountered Tiana. She had taken the previous day off, apparently sick. Alex knew better, of course. Jessica had also taken the day off, oddly. In the lecture theatre, she took a seat at the row adjacent to the cheerleader, looking her over several times while the professor talked on about sociological data. For once, her attention wasn’t on the learning. It was purely on Tiana. The girl seemed unchanged, but then the Wandering Witch had told her to give it time. After the lecture was over she made sure to swing by the café again.

“. . . looking a lot nicer, girl,” Alex overheard one of Tiana’s friends say. Tiana just blushed with false modesty.

“I know, I know right? It’s like they just grew another cup size overnight! Brad will be sooo impressed. Derek doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“Pah, Derek doesn’t know what’s good for him. He’s still hung up on that flat board Jessica. Don’t know what he sees in her.”

That much was true. It was an open secret that Derek had had a crush on Jessica for the past year, ever since she gave one of her vintage rants at Tiana and viciously took her down after the bathroom syrup incident. Jessica refused to believe any guy that good looking would ever find her attractive, and Derek seemed still a little too concerned with maintaining his current prestige. Ah well, give it a month or two, and he’ll wind up the courage to ask her out. For the first time she might even be speechless.

But Alex did frown at the first part that was said. The potion hadn’t seemed to have done anything for Tiana except improve her, unless this was just early days. She didn’t have time to think too deeply on it, as at that moment she received a text from Jessica:

Meet me behind the gym ASAP.  Troubled by something. COME ALONE ALEX.

“Well,” Alex said to herself, “that’s oddly mysterious.”

She found Jessica hiding behind the gym out of sight, wearing a set of shades and a baggy hoodie. She was fidgeting, and a little jumpy.

“Jessica, is – is that you?” Alex said. Jessica looked up, seemingly noticing Alex for the first time.

“Alex,” she whispered in a loud hiss, and gestured for her to come closer.

“Uh, why are we hiding Jess? And what’s up with your clothes? You’ve never felt the need to cover up before.”

Jessica took off her sunglasses, but continued to fidget with them in her hands. Her long, mousy-brown hair was a little ragged on her head, and her face seemed a little more hollow and bony than usual, as if she had been stressed. She looked at her friend, her thin frame looking a little different also. less lanky. A few awkward seconds passed while Alex waited on her to continue.

“It’s better if I show you,” Jess eventually said.

Slowly, she zipped down her jacket, breathing out deeply, as if she were on the verge of hyperventilation. She was wearing a regular t-shirt underneath, and for the longest moment, Alex couldn’t tell what she was worrying about. And then she realised.

“Oh my God. Jess, your boobs, they’ve grown!”

It was true. Jessica's chest had always been absent, as long as they’d known each other. ‘Flat as a board’ had often been an insult, as had ‘secretly a man’ jokes, due to her fairly boyish looks. But now, pushing just slightly out from one of her regular shirt were two small masses. A-cups at best, but enough so that they were present.

“You have boobs now, Jess,” Alex squealed, wrapping her friend in a hug. Once again, as always, she was caught off guard at how bony her friend’s body was. But against her own decently-sized chest, she could now feel Jessica’s own small breasts.

Jessica pulled away. “Don’t – don’t hug me. It feels so weird Alex, a little sore. I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve always wanted . . . but how does this even happen?”

Alex chuckled, wiped a stray tear from Jess’ cheek. “Oh Jess, is this what you’re worried about? You’re just a late bloomer. Plenty of women have it. Heck, my cousin Angie didn’t start blooming till she was 25. She was worried too, but it was just a late development in her hormones or something. Her brain just sent the signal way too late to the party.”

Jess cradled her small breasts in her hands, marvelling at the developments she’d been wanting for so long. “You . . . you think?”

“I do. And I can’t believe that Jessica ‘don’t give a shit what you think about me’ Williams is suddenly so scared at the prospect of what every girl goes through. I bet Derek will take an interest.”

“Pfft,” Jessica said, blowing off the comment, “as if.” But secretly she was fascinated with the idea. And as the realisation dawned on her, the smile kept growing wider and refused to go away.

“I’ve got boobs, Alex.”

She put her hands on them and felt the small weight of them, grinning as if her newly-developed chest was worthy of a Maxim cover.

“You’ve got boobs, Jess,” Alex said, wrapping her friend in a hug. They parted, Jessica wiping a stray tear and cupping her small breasts once more.

“Well, they took their damn time! I’ve got to get used to these!”

“Just don’t let it go to your head,” Alex joked.

“I won’t. Besides,” Jess said, ribbing her friend, “I’ve got a little ways to catch up with you.”

They chuckled, and decided to continue on with their days, gossipping over Tiana’s own developments and future classes and Jessica’s own irritation at her exam timetable for the end of the semester.

But all the time, her body continued to change without her realising. And soon a set of small A-cup breasts would be just a distant memory, compared against the changes to come.

To Be Continued . . .