"So. Learned your lesson yet, slip-n-slide?" Stacy said again. She made sure to wipe her glove clean, after the backhand she gave Tara. Tara just stares at the wall, not moving, after the hit from the glove. She doesn't know what she did to incur Stacy's wrath, but there's a decent chance it was because she felt her position was threatened. The idiot really is attached to her status as "baddest bitch". In a school filled to the brim with monstergirls, it's no small feat. She could coast off that fact, really, but anytime she felt that she hasn't harassed something moderately dangerous she feels the need for it. Tara wipes her hair out of her face, her mucus causing it to stick together. Another reason she was picked, most likely. People like calling her "gross".
"What lesson. You just walked up and demanded respect. That doesn't work."
Stacy sniffs in disdain, checks her gloves, and then pushed the mucus toad on the floor, sending the toad sliding for a bit. She haughtily adjusts her blonde hair with the hand she didn't use. Careful...
"This is not going to work. You can't even touch me." Tara says in her eternal monotone.
"That's what the gloves are for, monster. Now are you going to call uncle, or am I gonna have to start kicking?"

Her shoes are worth more than Tara's entire outfit. She wouldn't do it. Tara can see through her glass, but she decides to play along.
"Fine. "Uncle". Are you pleased?"
"Say it a little louder!"
"Uncle!" Tara said, just the slightest bit louder.
"louder!"
"Uncle!!" Again. Slightly louder, but not quite to the point that it would be strange in a common conversation. She was starting to make a puddle on the floor, she should probably get up soon.
"Too quiet!"
Then Stacy DID kick her. Seems like Tara underestimated her a little. The kick to the face would have been serious if it wasn't for monster girl physiology. But Stacy doesn't know that. Tara just lies back, and groans a little (not too convincingly). Stacy, noting that being expelled isn't THAT interesting, quickly leaves. The second she's gone, the mucus toad gets up and decides that she is going to ruin a life today. It wouldn't even be that difficult, but it would be best if she couldn't be attached to it. After a few more moments of thinking, she figures it out. She'll just need to do a little bit of sneaking, but it's nothing Tara isn't used to. If she can stalk a boy for years, she can steal a syringe.

At lunch, it becomes time to strike. In exchange for a sandwich and a to-be-delivered bottle of mucus, one of the succubi was willing to cause a little distraction. Tara was pretty sure that her mucus isn't actually good for the skin, but if it sells...
The distraction, of course, was the succubi pulling her out of her seat and telling her to "quiet mackin' on my man!". Stacy wasn't actually macking on anything, of course, but it was enough of a distraction. With a well-aimed sting, Tara plunges the syringe filled with her mucus inside the alpha bitch's yogurt. If anybody noticed, they decided against calling Tara out. People know better than to fuck with an eerily calm monster girl. NOTHING is scarier that quiet monster girls, especially if they belong to a race that is usually rather excitable. With her sabotage complete, Tara goes to her seat, with a good view.

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After finally managing to convince the blue bitch that nobody was looking to fuck her ugly boyfriend, Stacy finally gets back to her seat. "Fucking monsters." She mumbles to herself. There used to be a time that all you needed to be popular was being interesting, but no! If you can't benchpress a car, why even fucking bother? But she doesn't need to look like a freak to have the adoration she deserves, she's the alpha bitch. THE alpha bitch. She's tall, she's got a decent rack, she's got an ass she WORKED for. She WORKED for it all.
She open up her yogurt and starts eating, still fuming at what happened. The taste is a little different, but not in a bad way. Did she accidentally get the thicker kind? Certainly tastes that way...
She finishes it in just a few moments, before starting on her sandwich. Despite the improved taste, it left her mouth feeling kind of weird. The bread should help with getting that oily feeling out of her mouth. She keeps clicking with her tongue, trying to get it out. Maybe she's coming down with something? She's feeling a little feverish, too. Maybe she should go to the nurse, instead.
She licks her lips, swallowing heavy. She feels really lethargic, for some reason. It's all at once. She sighs in exhaustion, and before she knew it, her tongue lolls out of her mouth, dripping with saliva. She spits on the floor, her throat feels clogged as she grasps it, still smacking and licking her lips. One of the monitors, a lich, notices her spitting on the floor and looking as if she's choking.
"You! What are you doing!?"
"It's sooo HOT!" Stacy says, losing coherence as she begins to drool on her expensive top. Her saliva has grown thick and sticky, and her tongue keeps hanging out her mouth as it seemingly melts, extending and thickening. Her fever causes her to sweat intensely, turning slick to the touch. The lich quickly catches on, and tells the other human students to step back.
"What's... What's happening?" Stacy mumbles as she falls out of her chair and on her knees. She feels like she's going to vomit, like she's covered in... goo. Her skin feels weird, itchy. She tries scratching herself but can't even find enough grip to do it with. All she does is spread out her sweat more and more, causing a puddle on the floor from the thickening fluids.

Her skin begins turning green as her blonde hair starts to lose its colouring. Looking at her hand, she can see her fingers flattening and growing, webbing starting to form. She finally understands what's happening, but she can't even scream. Her tongue has reached the ground, nearly two feet long at this point. Her mouth still feels so weird, so oily. She look around her, the crowd starting to increase in size as more teachers and monitors form a barrier around the transforming schoolgirl. Past the lich, she spots somebody. A football jock she lambasted a few days ago for being too much of a pussy. With an instinctual croak, she gets up enough to be in a squat, her hands in front of her. Her designer jeans, slick from mucus and sweat, were starting to tear at the motions, the thickening muscles winning out over the tough fabric. Before anybody could stop her, she leaps! The jeans explode off her through her intense movement, the muscles bulging all at once as she flies through the air. She jumps past the lich, and onto the jock. She plunges at his face, kissing him deeply, desperate to try and get that spit out of her and into this hunk of a man. As the lich tries, and fails, to pull her off, she tears off her blouse, the buttons flying, revealing her white belly and chest, despite her green skin. Her bra just slips off as she pulls, and she clutches her man closely, rubbing and secreting more and more mucus on him. She can FEEL his erection through his pants, as the complete lack of friction makes it nearly impossible to tear her off. Finally, the drider English teacher drags her away with some webbing. The jock lies there, twitching and bucking his hips as the aphrodisiac mucus soaks into him.

Both the jock and the girl are brought away, the jock to the school nurse, Stacy to... just outside, really. Her transformation is just about done with the superficial, her skin having turned a radiant green, with darker stripes along the back. Her hands have turned froglike, already, but her feet take a bit longer. Still, her shoes are turning tight, bulging outward and overflowing with mucus. One of them pops off as they drag her outside, kicking and croaking hysterically. Her throat is starting to bulge as she does so, increasingly making her louder and louder, begging for somebody to come closer as she's held over the drider's powerful back. Once outside, she is put in the grass to finish changing. The transformation finally reaches her chest, turning her modest breasts larger and larger, two cup sizes upwards as a strange, rubbery film covers the nipples. Mucus is all that covers her, now, her panties having slipped off from her thrashing on the ground. Her froglike hands are plunging deep inside her, desperate for any kind of release as she keeps spitting and throwing around her tongue. The teachers have already called her parents, and they stop her from assaulting any passersby. With the time granted, the lich was able to create a ward, stopping her from going anywhere. She gave a show to anyone who would bother to look, thrusting her hips out and sliding her tongue along her breasts. She was in a mix of torture and extacy, feeling a pleasure beyond anything she ever felt and a need. Her leg muscles bulge even more, in time with her heartbeat, as she finally begins to calm down. The transformation finishes just as her parents arrive, horrified. They take her away to be looked at, and to get her something to work her energy off of.

Tara, looking out the window, smiles humorlessly. Her cold, piercing eyes never even blink as Stacy is brought away.
Nobody was ever able to prove what, exactly, monsterized Stacy. Stacy herself assumed it was the succubus, which she confided in her now only remaining friend. Tara listened carefully, keeping the junior mucus toad close.
People like her should stick together.