Can't Worm Out of This

By Fern

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"Hey, I'm really sorry for trespassing. I didn't know it was your yard until I saw the back of your house..."

The witch trots closer to the man who is backing up and trying to explain himself. She strolls in the classic attire for a witch such as torn black robe. The long skirt doesn't hide a side of her legs, which reveal a pair of old-school ladies bloomers. An equally as black hat that dons the top of her head. Even her high heels are familiar part of the design.

She keeps strolling, having the most devious of grins on her face.

"I-I didn't do anything to your house. Promise! If I stepped on a flower or something, then I'll help plant it!"

"I see you read one too many stories," the witch chuckles at the man, still continuing to walk towards him. He has an impulse to run, but he's afraid she might fire off a spell if he does!

"Then... I can go?"

"Silly boy. Just because I don't have to teach you a lesson, doesn't mean we can't have some fun. What, do you think we just zap anyone who does any wrongdoing? I just like messing with people with magic, because it's fun!"

Knowing his words are now falling on deaf ears, he tries to make a break for the closest tree. He doesn't even manage a few steps before he feels a sharp yet painless sensation hit his back.

"Nevertheless, I'll take your suggestion about gardening into account," the witch smirks as he keeps up the beam of magic over the man. It takes less than a second for him to be surrounded in an invisible aura of arcane energy.

A flurry of emotion overwhelms the guy as he falls to his knees. He can't get past the amount of energy overflowing his body to get back on his feet. He finds his legs are being forced together. Just as sudden as his discovery, he feels strands of his own flesh rip through the denim of his jeans. The skin of his legs attach to each other bit by bit in rapid succession. His pants end up shredding so much that even the durable denim ends up having long tears across its surface. Pieces of jeans fall to the ground where they are squashed against the dirt by a pair of fused legs.

"St-Stop! Please! I-I'll do anything...!"

"Okay, then I want you to keep taking my magic," she cackles with laughter. As expected, she does not let up her wicked spell.

The man's legs, or rather his new tail, continues to change as they lengthen and slither across the ground. As his body stretches behind him, segments start to form all over his lower body. Lines embed themselves into his body to help form several places for him to bend his new limb. He stares in shock over the feeling of his own body moving and bending in ways that he never thought he would experience in his life.

It was at this point the man realized what he was going to become: a worm. He'll be nothing more than a generic earthworm!

"No," he screams and stutters. "Stop this! You're nuts!"

"I consider that one of my better features. It's an important quality in the art of black magic," she winks.

The man regains enough composure to make another attempt at escape. However, he barely makes it a few inches before he stops and clutches his stomach. He also feels a strange sensation wash over his groin while his internal organs feel like they're doing gymnastics. His sexual parts become scrambled as he becomes a hermaphrodite. A couple of his segments suddenly smooth out as it bulges out. The growth comes to a stop once his new egg sack has formed.

From there, the changes rapidly spread up his body. His spine degrades into a single long nerve. More segments appear all over his body. His arms shrink into his body while his shirt starts to rip due to his widening frame.

"No more! Please no... hrk...!" The soon-to-be-former man finds his words cut short as his neck expands out. It becomes as wide as his shoulders. In fact, they end up absorbing his shoulders as the sleeves of his shirt tear right open. Hair falls out in huge clumps while his eyes start to push themselves apart. Features such as his nose and ears are too complex for a worm, so they simply shrink into his head as his mouth cracks into a more circular opening.

The worm rocks his upper half in place while he tries to rest one of his bulbous fingers on his chin. The dizziness starts to get worse as he feels his brain devolving into a more simplified version of itself.

"Me not worm. Me a person. Why everything so dizzy?"

The witch giggles at the former man's attempt at communication. "Don't worry so much. Forget about all those thoughts that are confusing out. Otherwise, my magic certainly will. Pfft, why am I even saying this? I bet you can barely understand a word I say now, soil muncher~"

"Guh?"

"Exactly~"

The transforming worm makes no more attempts to escape as it stands on the spot confused. His pupils look at two different angles, never seeming able to focus in the same direction.

"Don't feel good. What right?"

"You'll feel better soon enough. You were very 'sick,' but I'll make you all better~"

"Thank...grlg..."

"Oh, your 'normal' speech is returning. I know I know, I'm such a saint," she giggles.

His arms sink farther into his body. His hands wiggle aimlessly while they sink into place. With the last of his limbs gone, the worm himself closing his eyes. No matter what he does, he can't seem to budge his eyelids. Of course, the idea doesn't even come to him to open his eyes. With very little resistence, if any at all, his eyelids just end up sealing themselves shut. His eyes just become more wormy flesh while his mouth resizes to a size where it won't easily stay open all the time. The worm's upper half swings back and forth slowly while his brain tries to make sense of the strange memories in his head. Events such as his birthday, his graduation, and even his own name make no sense to him. His IQ is so low that these are just a series of nonsensical images with sounds and letters that he doesn't understand. In fact, there isn't any language he understands or even what a language is.

The giant worm falls on his front, slowly moving forward to no real goal.

"Hrkgl rngk... glk... ng... ......" The only sound left is the sound of his, no their, quiet breathing. Where there once was a young adult male, there is now a 6-foot earthworm. They're as long as Gippslands, but this specimen is much wider in width.

The witch is still casting her spell, but then she gets an idea. Suddenly stopping her magic, the worm is given a little mercy. Had she continued, the poor worm would have shrunk to the size more typical for their kind.

"No, I think I'll keep you like this. I haven't had a familiar in a while, and I think you might make for an interesting one. If not that, then you'll at least be a fascinating pet~"

The witch gently picks up the worm with her magic before they decide to burrow. They float behind her in a daze, wondering why they're moving through the air. She draps the worm over her shoulders like one would wear a snake before making her way back home.

"Now, let's see if you're still good for helping my flowers despite your size~"

The End

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