We used to be a society. At some point, the Personality Quiz Online began to wane as advertisers moved to death threats and Twitch streamers. No one really gave them the time of day anymore save for a strange nostalgia for Buzzfeed’s prime and an occasional fandom spike.
Mary opened her laptop, sloshed on three alcoholic lemonades, and began to cackle with her friend Lydia. “H-hey, what Pokemon do you think I am?”
“Drunk,” Lydia shook her head and brushed a hand through her long raven hair. “Like me. We are equally drunk.”
“Bad answer, let me ask the experts!” Mary was a gremlin when she was drunk, but when she was sober she was a put together girly girly. She wore every type of makeup and rotated it for the season and had a minifridge in her walk in closet dedicated to just her various cosmetic products and keep them fresh. “Let’s see… my ideal lunch would probably be the salad! Oh gosh, what annoys me the most?”
“Are you taking a personality quiz?” Lydia asked.
“Yeah, but don’t worry, it’s official. I think? Oooh, what do I like to do at parties? I’m the queen of parties. Lydia, how’s this party going?”
“It’s just you and me, no one else showed, you drank three alcoholic lemonades and then crawled to your bedroom to grab your laptop.”
Mary snickered and kicked her feet up, her tan legs looking dainty and perfectly sticking out of her pink skirt. “So, a super good party, got it got it!” She clicked along. “Let’s see… It’s processing my answers to make it extra super official.”
CONGRATULATIONS – You are a Scolipede! Plump, toxic, and aggressive, you are standing tall on all four of your legs and never cease pursuing your foes until they are defeated! With your strong horns and incredible body, you are a sight to behold!
Mary slid her laptop away from her and held her hands to her chest. “Ew! That can’t be right! I thought I was going to get Skitty! But not that!”
Lydia lifted the laptop and snickered. “Are you sure? I can see the resemblance.” Lydia lowered the laptop and faced it toward Mary. “You both have a big puffy chest and bedroom eyes.”
“I do not!” Mary squeezed herself.
The tired Lydia just laughed, though she looked again at the laptop. “Weird, the pic of the Scolipede is a screenshot from a game. And it’s a boy one too.”
“Even ickier…” Mary shook her head. “Never mind, this party is a failure!” Mary walked towards the kitchen but tripped over something and hit her thigh against the doorframe.
“Easy tipsy…” Lydia sighed. “Go get some water.”
Mary grumbled and stood back up and walked into the kitchen. She pulled a glass from the cupboard and slid the glass against the slot in the freezer door. The freezer whirred and slowly cubes fell into her cup. With her free hand she began to itch at her thigh where she had hit it, the bruise already very itchy.
She felt little bits of skin come off as she scratched, like rubbing your hands after a shower. She looked down and saw that the injury was a much more striking color than she was expecting. It was this dull off-pink color like a dead rose, though where she had scratched it was more vibrant.
The pause she took from scratching had created a strong urge to return to the itch. It wasn’t a normal need to scratch no so sharp… but it was warm and constantly rising, not dissimilar to holding your breath. The longer she didn’t scratch the more she felt the hurt region pulse and grow warmer and warmer. She scratched deeper, trying to satiate it once and for all.
Her fingernails pushed into the afflicted spot and was shocked how they suddenly got caught on the center of the region and pushed through like a gap in a net. She pushed forward and sighed as she felt a great amount of relief—followed by a thick flush of magenta pushing out through the inch and a half long gash in her humanity.
She stared at it.
It was as if someone blew a balloon right below her skin. All of it felt… different. It was jigglier and shinier and it felt everything so much more intensely. The skin around it felt duller by comparison and only itched even more. But not this bulging magenta, it felt perfectly fine. Of course, since any of the human skin touching it was itchy, that only meant the itch had grown. She was even itchier than before and felt the deeply electric need to keep scratching.
All she could say was “There’s no way…”
“You alright?”
Lydia was right behind her. Mary turned, tugging her skirt down to try and hide the area before deciding to just push it against the face of the fridge so it wouldn’t be obvious. “Aha! Never better! Just got some waterrrr…” It felt so itchy. The cool of the fridge door helped a bit but she wanted to just rub and rub like a deer plucking velvet from its new antlers against a tree.
“As long as you’re sure…” Lydia looked at her as if there was something off but she couldn’t quite place it. Lydia grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard and casually walked back to the living room with a crunch.
She let out a sigh of relief and pulled her bruise away from the fridge, having only rubbed against it a little. It was clear where she scratched was sticking out like a soufle. Even looking at it made her brain react strangely. She knew it wasn’t human that part of her. She touched it and felt the dull digits of a human push against the much greater grander chitin of a Scoli—
Even thinking the name was violence to the psyche. To continue that thought would have meant a push off the cliff. Mary shook her cute little head and returned back to the living room with a few alcoholic lemonades instinctively in her hand. She was going to just ignore it. Yeah, it was itchy, and it sure felt like something was wrong… but whatever. She was drunk and she could just not scratch it. She’d call a doctor in the morning or whatever. She cracked open a can and watched the fizz pour out the opening she made.
A lot of the night from there was hazy. Mary normally didn’t get that awfully drunk, but every time she saw that little blemish on her skin it drove her to take a deeper, stiffer sip. At some point she went past the point where the night was going to be a good one. She wasn’t sure what happened…
But her eyes opened next staring at her ceiling. She was laid out naked on her bed with her blankets strewn uneven across her body. She grumbled and rubbed her face, itching at her scalp.
Thwump~! Like a spring doorstop, a big magenta horn popped out of her head and fidgeted in the air. Immediately, memory returned to her like heat pulls a hand from a stove. She pulled her blanket from her body and stared down at herself.
The rip in her skin where the Scolipede below had burgeoned had grown but only a little bit. It seemed as long as she didn’t scratch at it the growth would remain mostly dormant. It was strange, but even with her headache from her hangover, she felt sharply aware that the Scolipede part of her felt much better and was unaffected by her terrible decisions.
But there were signs that there was more Scolipede waiting to burst out. Where she had accidentally slept on her phone on her hip there was a magenta mark very similar to the bruise that had started the whole process. The itch sensation it emanated made her feel like she was going to go crazy if she didn’t scratch it. But no, she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a Scolipede and she wasn’t about to be one either.
She pushed her feet down to the floor and tried to stand up. Her head was so heavy… she felt like her body was a broom stick she was trying to balance a goldfish bowl on. Both of her feet were unsteady as she stood on them. She slowly walked towards the bathroom, just wearing a T-shirt and panties.
Her toe stubbed against the door frame resulting in her cursing. She turned on the shower water and sat on the toilet lid. Where her toe had been hit, the skin had begun to inflate, but not in an injury way. It was an airbag mechanism, a sudden chrysalis that she knew had something terrible underneath. The itch returned, that terrible heat that told her to let her fingers sink in and find out what’s underneath. It joined in chorus, growing stronger with the itch at her hip and her thigh and her antenna. She got a chance to look in the mirror and watch how her new horn flattened as her emotions turned shocked.
“No no no…” She tried to keep her head together even as she felt the literal rip in it. It was growing harder and harder to manage and process. Her phone began to ring from her bed. She stood back up, her one foot feeling extra awkward to walk on.
She lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Lydia’s voice replied. “I went to go grab something from the convenience store. You weren’t looking too hot last night. Need anything?”
“Ugh…” Mary grabbed her head and tried to not let her fingers find the part of her skin that opened to let the antenna out. She could feel that it was still growing and burgeoning. Something beneath her was growing and simmering, like a slow acting poison, constantly growing but every new opening was more oxygen on the flames. “Hey, that quiz last night? Was there anything weird about it?”
“Not really?” Lydia shrugged. “I mean, I kinda expected you to get Scolipede.”
Hearing that name was a fresh injection. Mary grabbed her gut and felt something push around inside her. “D-don’t say it.”
“Yeah, not sure why you were mad,” Lydia laughed. “We both knew you were going to get Scolipede.”
Oil on the flame. Mary fell backwards on to her bed and felt something pushing around. She watched as all that extra Scolipede that was trying to push out through her thigh and hip scratch just couldn’t make it through and began to push towards her center. She watched these two distinct big bulges like water stuck in a hose move more and more inward until the two merged just beneath her panties and bulged them forward. She dropped the phone to the side.
She peeled her panties down. Her old human female genitalia were there but it was much more difficult to see. A big darker patch that was bulging like a lawn bubble had blossomed. Her skin was taut, struggling to keep it in, showing the shiny texture just below. She was itchy. She was so fucking itchy.
She touched it. She felt her better skin just beneath it, numbed and denied but present and begging. Just one scratch and everything would feel better, like opening the door to a sauna and feeling the brisk refreshing air. She’d be the happiest Scolipede.
Even thinking the name was poison. She squeezed her bulge and pushed it down. Sure enough, the little bubble descended and vanished. Her runway was visible again and she felt victorious. She told Lydia that she needed to go take a shower and she’d be right back. She threw off her shirt and her panties and walked into the shower, sighing.
Finally, she was allowed to worry about her hangover and how to resolve it. Steam cleared her nostrils and refreshed her. Pores opened and her mind was quietly refreshed. She poked her horn and grumbled, sighing as she rubbed her back against the shower wall.
“God that feels nice…” And she rubbed more. “The water is so warm…” Her fingers went down to her slit and traced a little circle. But then they ventured behind and poked against her rear.
Her eyes went wide. Something about it felt too good. But it was too late. She pushed her fingers in and slowly dragged them together, feeling her pucker balloon big and thick around her fingers as if to trying to grab them and snatch them back inside. She turned off the water and walked out of the shower and stared at the mirror. She angled just right so she could see it…
Turned out all that pent up Scolipede had gone to her behind and was waiting for her to messed up. Her asshole had exploded into a massive rubbery black donut aching for… something. And the inner center of her ass had exploded huge in size as if her human skin was some shameless crotchless pants just barely holding back her Scoli-ass from jiggling out in the air.
She dried off and carefully sat down… trying not to feel her new donut against the bed sheets. She pulled up her phone and tried to search for how to stop it… and weirdly enough there were more than zero results. Apparently if you’re turning into a horny Pokemon all you have to do is not scratch (duh), avoid thinking about the Pokemon or its name, and retake the quiz and get the Human result. There was a cheat sheet on the website on how to get it too.
Mary screenshotted the cheat sheet on her phone and went to open the website. She was greeted with a notification that unfortunately the website did not support her current medium. Seemed she was very nostalgic the previous night and had ventured to a part of the web that was only prepared for older machines.
“Great-pede! Just great!” She went wide eyed. What did she just say…?!
She didn’t have time to dwell. She heard door knocks and then heard someone coming inside. Lydia was back and Mary’s laptop was left downstairs! She’d have to try and act human, so Lydia didn’t do anything to reinforce it. Mary grabbed her panties and pulled them up her legs.
They barely squished past her one shapely thigh and her one widened hip. Her growing ass barely pushed through and the frilly pink squished tight against her donut, hardly hiding any of it at all. She pulled her skirt down around it, knowing better than to try shorts with how her panties against it was already making her feel…
She looked in the mirror and thought her disguise would just barely be good enough. The single antenna horn sticking out of her head was certainly giving the game away a little… She found a beanie on the ground and bent over.
“Holyfuck!!!” She felt the fabric squish tight against her pucker. Her hands lunged forward and pushed against the ground, bracing for the impact. She squinted through it and opened her eyes. Both of her hands looked just like her one foot, slightly inflated and gradually darkening. “No no no-pede! No! C’mon, human! Stay human!” She grabbed the beanie (albeit a tad clumsier than usual) and hid her one antenna. She stood up and threw her shirt on over her head and went waltzing downstairs.
She peered down the steps and saw Lydia sitting on her couch casually chomping on her sandwich. She had the look of someone wasting a part of their Sunday making sure their friend was safe. Mary just had to make an appearance, assure her friend she was fine, and then it was quiz time. Mary walked down the steps, hoof—hand on the railing.
“Hey! Yo!” Mary laughed and then wished she hadn’t because it made her feel like an aluminum can getting shot by a bb. “Don’t mind me, just grabbing my laptop real quick.” It was left there by the couch at the foot of Lydia’s seat.
“You doing alright?” Lydia asked.
Mary nodded. “Never! Felt! Better!” Mary felt her donut push taut against her panties and her skirt lift to reveal her entire lineup, that crotch bulge returning as the poison brewed inside her. Her belly looked a bit bigger too. “Just need to get back to work. They need me to type up some emails so you should get going!”
Lydia sighed and put her hands in her pockets. She stood up with her sandwich and stole the last bite from it. Mary grabbed her laptop and tried to quickly stand up before Lydia got a free skirt upshot. Mary stood up and opened the laptop and immediately saw the screen that started it all.
CONGRATULATIONS – You are a Scolipede! She felt her eyes widen as her brain took in the pixels. Plump, toxic, and aggressive, you are standing tall on all four of your legs and never cease pursuing your foes until they are defeated! Plump… Plump that felt so good to read. With your strong horns and incredible body, you are a sight to behold!
She felt the poison bubble. Her thigh bulged out more and sloooowly ripped a bit more. Same for her hip. Her ass inflated bigger, suddenly getting in the way of her balance. Her chest began to inflate as she struggled to keep all of that poison inside of her. It wasn’t that her breasts grew bigger, it was that all of the Scolipede inside of her was growing so big that it was pushing out against that part of her, getting so big it was overtaking what was there before.
Lydia turned as Mary’s eyes began to turn yellow. “Are you alright, Marypede?”
“Y-yeah I’m—” Even hearing it was poison. Her other antenna popped out of her head and knocked her beanie to the side. “I’m peeede… I’m…” She tried to gulp but her human throat wouldn’t do the job. Her mouth grew drier.
“Here… this must be hard on you…” Lydia smiled. She pulled down her shorts, revealing that she herself had taken the quiz and got the same result. Her ass had grown and her donut inflated. “Why don’t we both just stop fighting it?” Lydia purred. “C’mon… just let all that tension out.”
Marypede didn’t even know what to think. She subconsciously scratched her index finger with her middle finger. The skin burst off her like a balloon loosened on the nozzle. The black hoof below emerged out and swallowed her hand. She stared at that donut before her. She knew if she climbed on top of the girl below her, she’d never climb back on to two feet ever again.
That balloon above her crotch began to bulge, creaking and groaning as it grew and grew and dragged her skin forward. She felt her heartbeat and something below it throb, showing a big rubbery hole in the center of the growth. Mary was still just barely keeping a hold of the laptop. She clicked on the quiz to retry it.
“W-what is my ideal place to relax…?” She gulped again and failed again. “D-definitely a dark forest-pede. With lots of sweet fruit and no other Scolipede…” Her other thigh burst apart, revealing a thick rubbery insect limb coated in magenta chitin with a dark grey inside, both made of a slightly different gummy material. “What do I do when I disagree with friendspede? I scolbviously just f-fight them…” Her neck inflated more and more, pushing her head higher up in to place where it would be on her real form.
Lydia waited below, wagging mindlessly. “C’mon~”
“What is mypede favorite fffood…” Mary struggled and felt something pushing against her crotch. She felt her knees grow weak and start to walk forward. Something was insistently pushing against her skin, begging to come out. She felt her crotch kiss Lydia’s big bug donut. It felt so warm and nice. She rubbed against it, felt the pressure grow and grow in her crotch bulge. “Almost… t-there… I just…” She looked down, her other hand now also a hoove.
She slammed it against the computer, just trying to think of how to answer the last question. Didn’t she have a cheat sheet on her phone? Whatever, she’d just answer honestly because she knew what she was!
CONGRATULATIONS – You are a Scolipede! Plump, toxic, and aggressive, you are stand tall on all four of your legs and never cease pursuing your foes until they are defeated! With your strong horns and incredible body, you are a sight to behold!
The bulge in her crotch burst and her huge equine cock burst forward right into that eager accepting asshole. The laptop fell to the side and cracked into bits. Marypede The Scolipede plowed forward, ramming until her balls broke through the human and pushed it aside. No slit in sight, just big heavy hanging balls that brushed against the floor whenever he stood normally. He sloshed back and forth, plowing with wild abandon. “Yespede sopede goooo pede sooopede scolipede~!”
His face stretched into his mouthless muzzle and his yellow eyes grew heavy and alluring. He pushed forward with a few last triumphant thrusts until finally the thoughts were all finished and he could just enjoy being what he was. A big happy bug horse.