Sitting in class, you doodled on your paper waiting for the bell to go off. It was quite odd to you. Ever since you’d taken over Brianna’s body, both your handwriting and drawing skills improved dramatically. Or at the very least, they were a step up from what they used to be.



It had been several weeks since the incident, and suffice to say you were all but used to being Brianna by this point. You would probably go as far to say you felt like this was normal— That you’d always been her— and you were carrying on in life just fine. Sure you were living in a different house with different parents and siblings, taking different classes and hanging out with different people, but it felt right.



Your bio class was in the midst of a particularly boring unit, which was why you resorted to wasting time penning scribbles and sketches on your paper instead of notes. Fortunately you were put out of your misery before too long, as the ring signalling your dismissal finally took its course. You got up to leave before someone stopped you just outside doorway, turning you around.



“Hey Bri, wanna come with me to practice?”



It was your classmate Chantal. A short little thing with a will stronger than steel. She was several inches shorter than you, but it didn’t stop her from being the star of the girls’ varsity Softball team, which you were incidentally now part of yourself. Being the first baseman to her shortstop, you’d managed to become acquainted rather quickly running drills, and grew to be fast friends.



“Sure” was all you had to say before she grabbed your arm and practically dragged you through the halls towards the gym.



Practice itself was as any other day.  Being indoors, there wasn’t much you could work on in the way of hitting, but the two of you were nonetheless content running ground-ball drills among other exercises. You weren’t the most athletic girl out there (which was why you played First base), but you were a decent hitter, and playing every other day did enough to keep you in shape. Or at least got you to the point where you could keep up with Chantal.



In many ways you found yourself envying her. Sure she was shorter and your breasts were larger, but overall your appearance felt quite ordinary. Just a basic blonde girl with a big butt and chest, who dressed in the most uninspiring clothes. In truth you hadn’t made many changes to your wardrobe since taking it over... Chantal on the other hand possessed silky smooth strawberry-blonde hair, as well as much nicer legs and clothes consisting of dresses, skirts, blazers and even some silken undergarments you’d had the pleasure of seeing once or twice whilst undressing together in the changeroom. In the end though, you were happy to just be yourself. You really couldn’t ask for much more.



A couple hours had passed before you and your friend decided to call it quits. You were first into the locker room with Chantal close behind you. The two of you had stayed for another half hour or so once practice ended, so the rest of the girls were long gone by now. Just the two of you, alone.



It wasn’t weird or anything, though. You were both girls. Zero tension and heat could be found in the room still steamy from the girls’ who’d been showering not too long ago, even after Chantal stripped out of her grey leggings. Her ass really was splendid. It was a perfect shape, and quite well-sized for her height. All you could do was laugh at how shallow you could be sometimes. You figured it best to find your own way into a stall before Chantal got any ideas, leaving your varsity sweater and sweaty yoga pants on the bench outside.



The rushing water felt therapeutic against your thoroughly exhausted form. You found it took considerably more time to wash your hair since you’d become Brianna, but it hardly bothered you at all. By this point you were already infamous among both the team and your phys ed classmates for taking the longest showers. You ran your soapy hands up and down your curves, trying to wash away all of the musk before you were interrupted by a pair of hands grabbing your squishy thighs just below the butt.



“C-Chantal?!” You squeaked. It couldn’t have been anyone else, seeing how you two always locked the door in case any perverts got a bright idea. Despite that fact you were still thoroughly surprised. You were wholly straight, and as far as you knew Chantal was too. The sudden grope filled your mind with mixed emotions, although you soon found out you were worrying about all the wrong things as she hoisted you and your legs into the air, before taking a huge gulp at your rump. She was here for business, not pleasure.



You tried your hardest to scream seeing how she wasn’t quite able to cover your mouth, but deep down you knew it was pointless. The room was soundproofed, not to mention the running water drowned out a good portion of the noise. The door was also locked for aforementioned reasons, but none of it mattered anyway since it was long past the end of the school day. You were the only two left in the entire building, and she had quite a positional advantage over you as things stood. It was merely a matter of time.



Your screams quickly turned into crying as Chantal slurped you up past your thighs and middle. Despite the relatively thick package that you were, the all-star had little trouble swallowing you up, even when putting herself in the tricky “butt-first” scenario. Your body was uncomfortably folded up as your legs were squished into your chest, kept in place by the constricting muscles of Chantal’s throat. Tears were mixed in with the rushing water, until you couldn’t cry any longer. Not because you came to terms with your fate as food, but because your thighs pushing into your boobs made it quite tricky breathe, especially once your head found its way past Chantal’s lips. You couldn’t even muster up a final scream while she gulped down your bare feet, both sealing you inside her for good and cutting off any source of light within the girl’s body.



You sat uncomfortably within the dank confines of your ex-teammate’s tummy. Really you just couldn’t believe it. Your best friend since the start of your new life, was now the one taking it away from you. All you could do was cry your eyes out, and wallow hopelessly in the feelings of hurt and betrayal. You were really enjoying Brianna’s body, but at this point, she was as good as dead. This time there would be no supernatural intervention, either. No miracle to save you from your own carelessness. You were not Chantal. You were food.



The hot acids of your practice partner’s tummy worked in great synergy with the hot water rushing against you from the outside. Unmistakably, you could feel your body beginning to soften up, all the way until you consciously melted fully into sludge. Somehow you were still alive, and could even feel as what was once your human body began pumping through Chantal’s intestines. The strange sensation continued for several minutes before your conscious mercilessly blacked out, sparing you from the humiliating process of being turned to shit.



You were certain you were dead for at least five minutes, until slight vision slowly came back to you. The feeling of rushing water against your skin was unmistakable, even as your blurred eyesight was still coming into focus. It was already clear to you what’d happened. Despite what you originally theorized, you were now Chantal, in every possible sense. Brianna was indeed dead, but her memories remained to coincide with both yours and Chantal’s recently acquired ones. You couldn’t help but sigh. You were just starting to enjoy that body, too...



You looked down at your slightly distended belly, prodding it with a finger before smushing your whole hand in. Nothing but mush. You figured there was hardly anything else to do besides continue showering as your new body finished up with processing the old. Slowly, your breasts would swell out to a very generous and healthy size, while your well-sculpted legs and rump were also affected in an overwhelmingly positive manner. You finished by washing your strawberry-blonde hair, all ready to get out before a rumble in your lower half foreshadowed what was to come. Unlike last time however, you hardly had a chance to find a toilet before you were forced to squat down and begin shitting all over the stall floor. You counted your blessings that you were already nude. It would’ve been very awkward and embarrassing to soil your pants later on. A relentless slurry of brown waste poured from your fattened behind against any will you may have had. You even felt a twang of regret over eating Brianna, despite the fact that technically you weren’t even the one who did it. Well, technically you were now? It was all very confusing to you. After nearly a solid five minutes of defacation, the torrent of poop finally held up, and you were allowed a second to breath before one final obstacle pushed against your anus. You squatted hard and squeezed painfully until an audible pop pushed Brianna’s bleached skull onto the enormous pile of poop that was once her body. It was then you decided it may have been time to leave the shower...



You paced back and forth in the locker room, now covered in a white towel. There really was no way of covering up the incident, was there? An overpowering stench permeated every square inch of the room. Ironically, you almost found yourself envying Brianna now. It was highly likely you would be punished to some degree for what you hadn’t even done, while she got to sit around in the shower all day as a pile of poop, free of responsibility and discipline. It really was quite a one-sided affair...



You figured to use Brianna’s black yoga pants to wipe your ass, before tossing them along with her sweater into the trash. She certainly wouldn’t be needing them anymore. You let the towel drop from your nude body, admiring yourself in the mirror for just a moment before getting dressed in your new clothes. Grey leggings hugged your immaculate lower half snugly, and your top and sweater both looked nice on you. You were forced to go braless for now though, as you threw the old garment in the trash along with Brianna’s. Your breasts were far too big now. Finally you got out your phone to text your mom that you were on your way home. You also had several texts from your boyfriend. How awkward. Now that your mind had practically been meshed with two others, you doubted he was still your type. Regardless, it was something to worry about later on. Right now, you’d have to get home and learn all about your new family and surroundings for the second time this month. At least you wouldn’t be envying Chantal anymore...