Something was terribly wrong with my legs.

More concerning was there was something terribly wrong with the number of legs I had. I was born with two, which I have never complained about. They had served me well, from getting up in the morning, to running away from bullies, to my morning jogs to keep me in shape. I was pretty happy with my legs, they were probably one of my only good features, second only to the long curly black hair I got from my mom.

I had eight of them now.

Normal girls didn't have eight legs, and that's when I started to panic, scrambling to my feet (all eight of them!) and taking in my surroundings. I regretted it immediately, grabbing my head in my hands as the sudden movement made me lightheaded. There was gunk in my eyes from my period of unconsciousness.

I started to wipe the gunk from them as well when I stopped. There was something wrong with my eyes too, and it wasn't the fact that my glasses were missing. No, the familiar insult of four-eyes was now true in a literal sense, two slightly smaller eyes just below the ones where the normal ones were.

Something had changed. I started to hyperventilate. This only made things worse, as I felt the air move though a second pair of lungs in parts of my body I wasn't even aware of before. Had someone with powers fucked with me for some reason? Did the bullies do this? None of it made sense. I was saved from my panicked breathing as I looked into a puddle on the ground, my reflection making me choke on air.

I was some sort of spider centaur girl now. No, I amended as I looked at my now larger breasts straining the tank top I was wearing, some sort of spider centaur woman. I blushed and reached down to cover the area where my jeans and underwear had apparently split open under the pressure of my huge spider abdomen that now jutted out from the base of my spine. It could have been worse I guess, I still had a human vagina to cover.

What had happened? The last thing I remember was-

-I shuddered. The last memories I had were unpleasant. The bullies locking me into the school basement right before winter break, shivering in the dark for days until I had a mental breakdown, imagining weird revenge scenarios like webbing then to the ceiling and-wait.

I looked up. Two wriggling girl shaped cocoons of spider silk greeted me.

I had a few seconds to think about what this meant and how quickly I was going to be arrested for using my newfound powers on normals before a thought struck me.

I had three bullies.