Chapter 2

Country House 

Chapter 2

"Molly" Taylor said, "what happened to Annikah was no accident. Someone here transformed her!"

I couldn't believe it! Surely Annikah's transformation into an amputee, anus-mouthed, inverse cockgirl had been some sort of accident or self-inflicted life choice. Father was famous for his alchemy association and it wouldn't be the first time he attracted a transformation groupie for a lover. There had to be another explanation!

Taylor shook her head. "It had to be targeted."

"How do you know?"

"Elementary, dear Molly! The soup!"

"Soup?"

"Annikah had her own soup."

"Yes, because we were eating pumpkin soup and Annikah is violently allergic to pumpkins. The head chef prepared her own soup for her. Beet I think."

"And someone else here knew that and slipped some sort of transformative compound into her special soup before the meal..."

"Oh! So only she would change!"

"Indubitably!"

"We should tell Father!"

"And we should investigate the kitchen!"

I climbed out of bed and quickly threw on what I thought were investigating clothes: a houndstooth skirt, white blouse, a smart jacket, boots, and a cap. Next to the casual trousers, sneakers, and crewneck sweater of Taylor I felt slightly ridiculous. But mystery waits for no one! So we were off.

"Assuming you are right, and this was a deliberate act, who do you think perpetrated the crime?"

"I don't know yet, I don't really know everyone here well enough to guess. Do you have any suspicions?"

"I wager it was that abominable Mr. Hoork!"

"No, he's the one I think it probably wasn't."

"How do you know?"

"He ate alone tonight, and if his motives were to hurt your father, he would have probably wanted to transform us all, in which case he could have spiked the main soup and caused much more mayhem. Targeting Annikah's soup like that tells us that the transformist has a particular grudge against Annikah. And given her public and humiliating change, I suspect the culprit was probably at the dinner. I mean, I could be wrong, but I have no reason for Mr. Hoork to be our main suspect yet."

***

We made our way back to the dining hall where my father was speaking with a team of doctors and paramedics who were tending to Annikah. Annikah seemed more alert, moving her blunt ended limbs around and making eye contact with the doctor who was asking her questions. She nodded in answer and shuddered as another orgasm blew out of her giant penis. Based on the relaxed posture of the medical professionals it seemed my Father's sometime lover wasn't in any medical danger.

The inspector from the police department was surveying the room and was using a small field kit to carefully examine the contents of Annikah's erstwhile soup bowl for traces of D-cum. A detail which Taylor noticed, causing her to give me a decidedly smug look.

My father noticed us and asked what we were doing wandering the house. I confided in him that Taylor and I suspected that what had happened to Annikah was neither voluntary nor an accident and that we thought he should know. Father replied that he was already pursuing that with the Inspector and that we should return to the safety of our suites.

Taylor loudly announced that she was hungry since we skipped dinner and she had spent the day travelling. She asked if she might gather a snack from the kitchen and promised to only eat food from tamper-proofed containers. My father looked at the Inspector who shrugged and said it couldn't hurt.

As soon as we entered the kitchen Taylor was a flurry of activity, examining the various cooking services and scrutinizing the pot that Annikah's soup was prepared in. 

I noticed that Mrs. Thidwick our head cook was hunched on a stool in the corner of the room, eyes red from crying, twisting her apron in her hands. My heart went out to the woman.

She looked up as I approached. "Miss Rycroft!"

"Please, Mrs. Thidwick, I'm Molly to you."

"Of course... Molly. I can't believe what happened to that poor girl! And from my cooking! I'm horrified!"

I gave Mrs. Thidwick a big hug. She had been cooking for my family since I was a small child. As far as I was concerned she was absolutely above suspicion.

"Oh, Mrs. Thidwick! No one blames you! Surely you have no reason to transform poor Annikah and you're just about part of the family. We all trust you!"

"That's very sweat. I hope your father feels the same way."

Taylor apparently finished her survey of the kitchen and wandered over to us. "Mrs. Thidwick, Molly and I are trying to help the inspector determine just who may have had an opportunity to tamper with Annikah's food."

Mrs. Thidwick glanced at me and I nodded. The cook thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. Annikah's soup was really more of a stew, and I had been simmering it all day so it would be perfect. I was planning on reheating some for the following lunch. So it was... vulnerable, I imagine, for several hours."

Taylor nodded. "But who would have had access to it during that time? Who was in the kitchen during that day?"

"For such a big meal I employ several of the buildings maids as well as my usual assistant cooks. And of course I run an open kitchen, so several of the house's guests and other employees had come through the kitchen seeking snacks. I never really keep track. And I wasn't in the kitchen the entire time either, since my duties take me to other parts of the house during the day."

"So you are saying it could be anyone?"

"I guess."

"Hmm. That's very helpful. Say, do you have any canned fruit? I'm rather hungry."

***

Taylor having secured a large jar of preserved peaches, suggested we head back towards our sleeping quarters. Along the way Taylor asked about Candy's sleeping arrangements and I admitted she shared a room with my father. Taylor asked where that room was, which I said was at the end of the hallway. Taylor nodded.

And then she strode off down the hallway to my father’s suite, opened the door, and walked straight into the room.  I scurried after protesting.

In the room there was Candy, hunched over her vanity crying. 

Taylor paused, taken aback for a moment before clearing her voice for attention. Candy looked up, startled, mascara lines of tears streaking her face. 

"Oh, Molly! That was horrible! I can't bel... believe what's happened to muh-muh-my friend!"

While Candy was far from a dear friend, she was clearly in need of comfort. I stepped forward and embraced the poor woman who wept into my shoulder. I stroked her shoulder and stared at Taylor who was pacing the room and surveying its contents. She bodged a few objects on a dresser and scrutinized the vanity, poking and reading the various bottles of perfume, salves, and ointments Candy had collected. I frowned at my friend, what was she thinking?

Taylor touched my shoulder "Molly, could you please release the suspect?"

"Suspect!?" Candy and I both exclaimed. Clearly we were both surprised by Taylor's accusation.

"Come now," Taylor started, "we all know you were jealous of Annikah! You saw the way she breezed into your life here and the way your lover looked at her! She is new and exciting and you are the old squeeze! You had to do something to get her out of the picture!"

Candy was in tears, a ghastly look on her face. "Y-you your horrible!" she wailed. "And-and-and you don't kn-know what you're talking about! I wasn't jealous of Annikah! I love her! I was getting ready to run away with her! I was going to leave David and this was su-supposed to be a fu-fun way of saying goodbye!"

Now it was Taylor's turn to look stunned. Clearly she hadn't been expecting that. 

I admit that I wasn't terribly surprised though: Father had a knack of for finding pretty bisexual creatures to play with and his trysts seldom lasted very long. This would not be the first time one of his mistresses would invite a female lover only to elope with them. 

Taylor's face broke into an apology. "Look, I'm so sorry! I had to eliminate you as a suspect. I was just trying to help... "

Candy meanwhile, sobbing wildly, dug around through the clutter of bottles on her vanity. With shaking hands she lifted a tonic for stomach upset. Clearly she was so worked up she was nauseated. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a generous swig and clutched her sides.

"Oh no!" she said, face turning red. She belched, and suddenly her face started to distend wildly. She moaned, opening her jaw which stretched hideously and seemed to drop down her body, making her mouth opening span from her top lip to her navel. The strip of lip around her giant mouth started to swell and becoming pink and bulbous and labial as Candy's mouth became a huge, sopping pussy that covered her entire front. The pussy glistened and the fluids from it began to dissolve the thin robe she was wearing as her head become spherical and clitoral and sank into her shoulders. Candy let out a great bullfrog like croaking sound, her labia puffing up and expelling air, and she fell out of her chair.

Here we could see that her original pussy was swelling and growing longer, wrapping up and around the crack of her ass and forcing her anus to point skyward. Around the outer folds of her massive cunt mouth her breasts lengthened, becoming pendulous and droopy while another eight pairs grew in to similar sizes circling with opening. She croak-moaned again and her legs below the knee shriveled, leaving her only two sexy thighs to kneel on while her hands swelled and became clublike as her arms lengthened slightly. Candy stretched her back and found herself naturally on all fours, looking like a kind of pussy-toad. She croak-moaned again and orgasmed, spraying a stream of pussy juices which drenched Taylor and I making our clothes dissolve.

I must have screamed then, since soon my father and the police investigators burst into the room to attend to Candy who croak-moaned pitiably. My father rushed to her and embraced her, pressing his face into the sodden expanse of her vulva which began dissolving his own clothing.

I grabbed Taylor's hand and, seeking to preserve our modesty, dragged her to privacy of my bedroom. 

Once in the door Taylor stopped me and gave me a serious look.

"Molly, the transformist has struck again, and I know who it is!"

***

Chapter 3