Poetic Justice - Timon and Pumbaa TF TG

Jeff was not a popular guy. He was shy, overweight, and had a face covered in greasy pimples. He also didn’t have much luck with girls due to his unattractive appearance. To make matters worse he was a huge geek. Though very smart, his intelligence resulted in too many fake friends who pretended to like him just so he’d do their coursework for them.

As a result Jeff would spend hours alone in his dorm working on coursework, browse the internet, and watch movies. More recently, however, he had begun to pick up a much stranger hobby - transfigurative magic. This began when he stumbled upon a strange website advertising these dark arts. At first skeptical, his desire to change his appearance and become more ‘desirable’ began to win out and he decided that it couldn’t hurt to try it out. He got a coffee mug from and chanted one of the spells, hoping to turn it into a vase. Much to his surprise the incantation worked, and the mug had been warped and changed into a large flower face.

At first Jeff was frightened, but he eventually became intrigued - if not borderline obsessed, by the possibilities of such questionable power. He decided to devote his down-time towards harnessing and advancing his skill in these wicked arts.

After months of training and tests using animals and even some inanimate objects, Jeff felt it was time to finally use his new skills to transform himself. Alas, it was all for naught. It was only after further research and several failed attempts at turning himself into a musclebound hunk that he learned the magic was only to be used on other people and things - not himself.

He could use the magic to turn somebody else into Homer Simpson, but couldn’t even get rid of his own pimples with it.

Grief-stricken he disposed of all the various notes and papers he had accumulated during his magic stint and tried his best to forget about it, but the pain of regret and wasted opportunity continued to linger at the back of his mind.

He remained in a somber state until one day while doing his homework outside the library, a beautiful girl approached him. He looked up and his jaw almost dropped. It was none other than the the beauty of the college -- Sarah McGillis.

Sarah smiled down at Jeff with radiant teeth that never failed to captivate the hearts of men.
Before Jeff could let the scene fully sink in, Sarah had already started to make small talk. She introduced herself and asked if she could take a seat. The awestruck Jeff nodded, and Sarah muttered a brief ‘thank you’ before sitting beside him.

Their discussion continued, though Sarah did most of the talking while Jeff was content to just sit back and listen - the girl’s honey-sweet voice like music to his ears. He still found it difficult to believe that Sarah, captain of the university’s cheerleading team and one of the most popular girls in school, was actually having a conversation with him. It also helped that her voice was so warm and friendly, the opposite of what many would expect from a popular cheerleader, and at this low point Jeff could hardly ask for anything else. For the first time in months, the boy found his mood elevating towards bliss and he even started to grin as Sarah went on and on.

For about a week after the initial sit-down and chat, Jeff and Sarah started spending time with each other. Jeff would meet her at the library to help her with schoolwork, help her select good books or movies, ot buy her coffee from the little cafe located inside the library. Jeff couldn’t help but get his hopes up, especially after Sarah told him that she and her longtime boyfriend Ken had broken up.

Ken was the star quarterback on the school’s football team: high, bulky, and very popular with the ladies. He was the guy all the guys wanted to be, and the guy all the girls wanted to be with. The idea that the girl good enough to woo the ‘heartthrob of the gridiron’ was now seemed to be interested in Jeff couldn’t help but elevate the nerdy boy’s spirits even more. He felt special and couldn’t help but get his hopes up that he and Sarah might be going out someday. He just had to “play it cool.”

Sarah never watched any of the movies with Jeff, but he remained optimistic that it might happen someday if he continued to play his cards right. Surely she would invite him over one day to watch a movie. She was too kind not to.

Then Jeff decided to surprise her with some nice flowers - settling on roses since he knew they were her favorite. After purchasing the flowers he made his way over to her dormitory.

When Jeff got to Sarah’s room he heard laughter coming from two people, one clearly being Sarah but the other sounding like a guy. Curious, he peered inside through the window to see Sarah sitting on the couch beside Ken. Jeff was confused. Sarah and Ken had gone out for years, but she told Jeff they had broken up.

Jeff pressed his ear against the window to listen in:

“So, how are your grades?” Ken asked.

“Oh! They are so much better, thanks for the help of that idiot Jeff.”

Hearing those words come from the syrupy voice of Sarah was a dagger to Jeff’s heart. In a moment, all the hope and pride he had felt since striking up his ‘friendship’ with the girl had vanished into nothing.

Ken chuckled, “Idiot? My, my aren’t you being a bit harsh. I thought you liked him.” He teased. “After all, you did tell him that we broke up didn’t you?”

Sarah stuck out her tongue in disgust, a sight that burned into Jeff’s mind. “Ew! Are you kidding me? He’s a pig. An ugly, disgusting pig. You know the sight of him makes me nauseous? It’s a mystery why I haven’t puked in front of him yet.”

“Heck, with all the time you spend doing homework with each other it still might happen,” Ken laughed.

Stepping back away from the window, stunned and heartbroken, Jeff turned and ran off. He kept going faster, trying his best to hold back tears until he was back in his room. Finally he reached his own dormitory, climbed the outdoor stairs to the second floor, and slipped into in his room -- slamming the door shut. Unable he hold back he burst out into tears.
He spent the rest of the afternoon laying on his couch, crying into a pillow. His wonderful dream of going out with Sarah, one that in retrospect came across as foolish, was a big lie to use him like so many others had before. He could only imagine the denizens of people that knew this and laughed of him behind his back.

Sorrow slowly began to turn into rage as Jeff’s eyes reddened and his hands gripped the pillow. His slip into self-pity was interrupted when there came a knock from his door. He slowly got to his feet and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before making his way over to the door and opened it -- revealing none other than the sugary sweet face of Sarah herself.

“Hi Jeff,” she rocked forward meekly -- an act that Jeff knew was phony, “could you please help me with math?

“Do…” Jeff swallowed hard, trying to form the right words, “do you really think that I am a pig?”

“What?” Sarah asked.

“I heard what you told Ken, do you know how hurtful that is?” Jeff asked, sniffling a bit.

Every girl with a little of empathy for Jeff would disagree with that statement, or at least tell him sorry for insulting him only for don’t losing popularity in school.

But Sarah? It turns out she wasn’t even that civilized, and the big facade she had put on for the past few weeks of being so kind, so different than what Jeff had expected, came crumbling to Earth in a pile of rubble as she let out a big, boisterous laugh that left Jeff speechless.

“You are so ridiculous! Ahahah! You actually thought I liked you?” She laughed some more before getting her emotions under control. “Wow, you’re either the most insanely gullible person I’ve ever met, or I should really consider acting.”

The sweetness and kindness Sarah had shown Jeff  had been replaced with a pure, raw, seething arrogance and malice that left the boy even more devastated, if such a thing was possible.

As Sarah laughed, Jeff could feel his sadness change into a sudden craving for vengeance. He no longer felt anything towards Sarah besides pure, unbridled rage and he wanted to make her feel his agony.

Remembering his transformative magic and the many spells he had practiced, Jeff raised his hands towards Sarah and started to chant. As he did so a maroon beam of light shot out from his hands and hit Sarah square in the ass. She yelped as she feels the ray smack into her. She looked back at her rump, confused at what had just transpired.

“What the hell was that?” She looked up at Jeff who was now smiling at her. “What did you do to me?”

Jeff smiled at her as a low growl emitted from the slim girl’s stomach. She let out a slight moan and clutched her tummy, which appeared to be growing the littlest bit thicker… and then a bit more. She watched in awe as fat started to pile up on her abdomen, giving her a solid belly.

“My stomach… why is it….” she was interrupted when she opened her mouth and let out a loud burp. She covered her mouth quick, almost instinctively, as her cheeks turned a deep, embarrassed crimson.

“My, my aren’t we acting piggish today? Aw you’re embarrassed aren’t you? Even your cheeks are flushed. Although, it would seem your cheeks are turning red for a reason besides a normal blush.” Jeff smirk, which confused the still stunned Sarah.

She turned and saw her reflection in a conveniently placed mirror on the wall. It was true that her cheeks were red, and it wasn’t merely due to her shameful blush. In fact there seemed to be a coating of short red fur that started to grow from her cheeks. She was shocked even moreso by the fact that the fur appeared to be spreading across her face, and as it spread it brought with it a bit of pudge that was causing her typically trim face to swell.

But this was just the beginning of the girl’s wild changes. Her beautiful hair started to shorten and grow darker. It also became unkempt and grimy -- a matted mane that hadn’t been washed in ages, which was strange considering Sarah made a habit of washing her hair on a daily basis.

“What is happening to me…” Suddenly Sarah let out a small yelp and instinctively reached around her back and put her hands on her tailbone. With her hardening fingers she could feel something back there that was long and ropey.

Looked over her shoulder, Sarah gasped at the sight of a red tail swishing and flicking about. It was roughly a foot in length and covered in the same reddish fur that had started appearing on her face and now was popping up in rapidly-spreading splotches all over her body, save for the very tip which was covered in a tuft of darker red fur that gave her entire tail the appearance of a flexible, animate paintbrush.

“I have a tail?” She looked at Jeff, who was glaring at her with the utmost mix of apathy and hatred. “What did you do to me you… you freak?”

“Freak?” Jeff said, pointing to himself sarcastically before he burst out into fits of laughter. “Ho-ho! Do you need to see your reflection again? I’m not the one sprouting fur and a tail… not to mention some other… more private additions that I already am the proud owner of.” He gave a mischievous little grin that concerned Sarah. Suddenly, she felt a strange warmth starting to engulf her womanhood.

Moaning, she glanced down watching as her tight jeans slipped off her body as she appeared to be shrinking, but she hardly noticed that drastic change as she was too focused on the front of her hot, pink panties. The normal flatness was being replaced with a noticeable, growing formation that bulged out. Suddenly the panties burst to reveal a well-endowed set of male privates.

“Ahhhh!!! I’m a dude?” Sarah shouted, only to cover her mouth as she heard her… or rather his voice. It was a deep and raspy man’s voice that sounded like it was more fitting for an animated cartoon character than an actual person. “Why do I sound like this?”

“Just getting you into character,” Jeff smiled. “If you’re gonna look the part of the big pig, if you’re gonna become the big pig in every way...you gotta sound like him too.”

“Big pig? What are you talking about!” Sarah said as his nose began to flatten out and broaden into a proper pig’s snout. His chin also grew and melded with her fattening neck while his mouth also became huge to further accommodate her rapidly thickening tongue.

His teeth started to change as well, many receding back into her gums while a few remained and grew larger. His two upper canines continued to grow out and curve up until she had a respectable pair of tusks. As his teeth changed shape and size they also changed color.

In addition to taking good care of her hair, Sarah was always mindful of her oral hygiene. She had even carried tic-tacs and gum in her purse, and would take time throughout the day to make trips to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth, all in an effort to ensure a killer, beautiful smile and nice breath for when she had to kiss someone. It was an effort all done for naught. Sarah’s remaining teeth yellowed, his breath becoming ‘killer’ as it soured to a rancid odor that one should reasonably expect from any wild hog.

When Sarah looked at himself in the mirror, he suddenly realized what ‘big pig’ he was becoming.

“Ahhhh!” He screamed, “Pumbaa!? You’re turning me into Pumbaa of all things!?” He shouted in fright, his eyes and face bulging and contorting to give him the proper comical reaction of a cartoon character.

“It’s called poetic justice,” Jeff chuckled.

Sarah/Pumbaa, still dumbstruck, had failed to notice amid all of the many changes that not only was he now much, much shorter and becoming quadruped, but he was also becoming animated.

His entire head save his ears was now an exact copy of Pumbaa, and that was quick to change as well as they reddened, grew a tad longer and thinner, and moved up higher on the pig’s head.

“No, no this can’t be happening? I can’t be Pumbaa!” Sarah, now ‘Pumbaa’, screamed when he suddenly felt another rumble deep in his belly, this time lower than before. He got down onto his hands and feet, which were still in the process of changing, and blushed as a trumpet sound erupted from his new plump piggy backside followed by a cartoonish green cloud of gas.

“Phew! That’s gross!” Jeff mocked as Pumbaa kept staring at his butt and the fart cloud, his eyes in agony and pure humiliation. There was no more escaping it, he was going to be Pumbaa in every way. This realization suddenly made Pumbaa’s mind change a bit as his personality melded more with that of the cartoon hog.

He then finished shrinking as her legs thinned out and changed into proper warthog extremities, making it so he would remain on all fours. Her hands and feet finished their slower morph into cloven hooves. He looked up at the smug-faced Jeff.

“Why did you do this to me?” Pumbaa said, lip quivering as it seemed as though he were on the verge of tears.

“You pressed my hand babe… or should I call you dude from now on? Can hardly look past the fact that you’re a male pig now… maybe even older. How older do you think Pumbaa would be as a human? 30’s? 40’s?” Jeff pondered out loud, which only made Pumbaa grow more emotional and angry.

“C-change me back.”

“Hm?” Jeff returned to Earth from his brief stint in daydream land. “What was that? Oh you’re still trying to convince me to turn you back? Ha! Good luck with that! Your energy would be better spent elsewhere, like getting used to your new body, because I hate to say it, but you aren’t gonna be changing back anytime soon.”

“Don’t beat around the bush anymore with me,” Pumbaa asked confused. “I’m done playing games. I want you to turn me back into my human self now!” He stomped his hoof against the ground and snorted, steam coming out of his nostrils.

Jeff chuckled, “Oh that’s where you are wrong. You see I am not merely content to leave you as a gassy cartoon warthog, which I plan to do don’t get me wrong, but I have far more in store for you and….

At that moment the door to Jeff’s dorm room opened up to reveal Ken. He was wearing a large t-shirt with the college’s name and mascot emblazoned on the front. He was sweaty, having just come from the gym when he drove Sarah to Jeff’s dorm. “Hey babe, are you in here?” He pauses when he sees Jeff and Pumbaa. Of course Ken was a manly guy, but like most people he had seen the Lion King as a kid and instantly recognized the character that stood directly in front of him with eyes full of fear and embarrassment, and perhaps a bit of relief as well, at being discovered.

“Ken! Ken its me!”

“Me? What are you….” his eyes went wide. “Wait a minute, Sarah? Sarah is that you?”

Pumbaa ran over to Ken and wrapped his legs around his own, head craned back as fountains of tears gushed in an arcing stream from his eyes. He bawled and his voice quivered. “I don’t wanna be the big pig!!!” He sobbed. Ken looked down at Pumbaa with a mix of shock, sorrow, and a twinge of disgust at the smelly pig grabbing his legs.

“S-sarah…”

“It’s Pumbaa now,” Jeff muttered with a sly grin. “As in Timon and Pumbaa… but there’s no Timon... yet.”

“T-that can’t be Sarah. Even if she were turned into Pumbaa she wouldn’t be as slobby as this pig. I mean, I can smell him from here. It’s awful.”

“Hey now there’s no need to get nasty with Pumbaa here, he didn’t do anything to you,” Jeff said, tapping his foot. “I can get nasty because I’m the vengeful wizard but this is your former girlfriend and he’s terrified at what’s happened to him, the least you can do is console her, instead of just looking down and denying the truth while deriding her new form.”

“But… but I mean….”

“I’m sorry I smell bad Ken!” Pumbaa sobbed, looking at his former boyfriend.

“No… no you’re not Sarah, you can’t be,” Ken muttered, either oblivious or apathetic towards how hurtful his words were. Just then there was a low ‘BRAP’. Pumbaa’s eyes widened in fear as another fart escaped his rump. Ken’s face changed in that moment from shock to disgust.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting! You’re disgusting! If you were Sarah you aren’t anymore. You’re just a fat, gassy hog and I want nothing to do with you.”

This made Pumbaa’s tears return as he started to cry more. Sure the sight of Pumbaa crying in his over-the-top, cartoony way was amusing for Jeff, especially when he considered that Pumbaa had minutes before been a superficial cheerleader who had broken his heart, but even so hearing Ken talk about Pumbaa in such a way made the rage start to bubble up from deep within him.

He hated Pumbaa for what he did to him as a young human woman, but it irked him to see anyone talk down to somebody in such a manner -- calling them fat and dismissing them as ‘disgusting’ or ‘gross’ especially since he was so often the victim of such insults and knew how much it must’ve hurt the newly transformed toon. It made his blood boil.

It also probably didn’t help that the transformative powers seemed to be giving the geeky lad a bit of a God complex, and he was itching to try out his powers a bit more. Turning one popular chick into one-half of a comedic relief duo was hardly enough to hold him over.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Jeff shook his head. “I thought it would be overkill to do what I’m about to do, but clearly you’re just as superficial as Sarah here so…,” he shrugged as the familiar sight of energy began to form around his hands. “What the fuck.”

He then hit a stunned Ken with the magic, sending the young man stumbling back a bit before he regained his balance.

Ken was terrified of the ray that just washed him.

“You’re… you’re a monster…”

“Maybe” replied Jeff, almost emotionless. “But so are you. I mean, for God’s sake you’re making me feel bad for Pumbaa of all people, after what he did to me!” He let out a laugh and grinned a menacing grin. “But no matter. You won’t be a monster much longer. In fact you won’t ever be able to scare or even impress anyone ever again.”

Ken felt all of his muscles, accumulated by years of training, disappeared as he grew slimmer. His clothes started to become too large as he shrunk down, dropping from over six-feet tall to five-feet, to four, three, all the way down to nearly a foot. Much of his hairs fell to the ground, while a tiny tuft remained that turned a reddish color. Then, from the top of his head brown fur spread down, covering his face and making his ears to getting longer and floppy.

Ken tugged at his new ears experimentally, too scared and confused to speak. So he looked directly in the eyes of who used to be his girlfriend and noticed the lack of hope that they showed as Ken’s face giggled, like if a bunch of bugs would walk on him, and his nose swelled out.

Shocked, he held it in his hands and he felt his face pushing out into a muzzle.

“No…” Ken cried more, noticing that he was speaking with Timon’s voice. “NOOO!” And with that Ken finished shrinking to his final height as his clothes collapsed on top of his tiny body, burying him in a heap of clothing.

Jeff chuckled of the view of that hilarious man with Timon’s head as Ken struggled to swim out on their surface of his XXXL shirt and pants. When he saw the light again, he looked down at his hands and saw that his nails grew into dig-effective claws on his...1...2...3...4… Four fingers.

His skin started to itch terribly as a light brown coat of fur sprouted from his skin like 1000 tiny pins. The mirror was too high for him, but the visible black nose under his eyes and the now immense Pumbaa looking at his in commiseration were enough guesses to make him realize that he was nearly transformed into Timon -- a cartoon character.

Then, he felt a completely new appendage growing from his spine and the feeling of the neckband of his shirt being slightly risen by it, were enough proofs that it was definitely real.

To end it, his feet became longer and his toes fused into three claws, making him the infamous cartoon meerkat.

“What have you done to me ya jerk?” Ken, now Timon, asked Jeff who just smiled.

“Don’t act like you didn’t have this coming after the way you talked down to Pumbaa like he was dirt under your paws,” he said gesturing to the new pig, who snorted at him in rage. “At least I made your changes consistent. I could’ve turned you into somebody far worse. Be thankful I turned you into Pumbaa’s Nathan Lane-voiced, meerkat companion.”

“Oh you. Why I oughta….!” Timon shook his tiny little fist at Jeff, a sight so pathetic the meerkat stopped and looked down at his little hand in growing shame and humiliation. “I….” Timon looked over his new body again, taking it all in before finally letting out a sigh, shaking his head as a sudden pang of remorse struck him. “Ah who am I kidding. I deserve it. I was a terrible person, and now look at me. I’m a pipsqueak cartoon rodent that eats bugs.

Pumbaa then gently pushed his snout to him, trying to dry his tears.

“I like you for what you are…”

Timon smiled slightly and hugged the tusk of his friend.

Jeff was amused by this vision: two superficial people that, only when they saw their popularity falling inexorably, ironically, they started to act and love each other like two real human beings. “Looks like I made a great work.”

Jeff smirked, but Pumbaa become furious. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

He putted Timon on his back. “You haven’t just ruined our popularity. YOU RUINED OUR FUCKING LIVES!”

Jeff noticed how he said “our lives” and not “my life” and that kinda amused him.
But he had an angry beast in front of him, that growled and charged at him, hitting his legs and making him falling to the ground.

“You will taste the fury of Mr. Pig now…” He growled and throwed himself at full speed towards Jeff, but then a blinding light enveloped him and Timon and, suddenly, they fell into a pond that appeared out of nowhere.

Confused, they both swam to the surface and, coughing, they lay on the sand.
“What?... Where are we?”

Timon nervously looked around and realized to just came out from a puddle, and that they were in a cartoony savannah.

Pumbaa noticed the same thing, and cried. “We are in the movie…”

Scared and shocked, Timon crawled on his friend and looked around, noticing a luxuriant jungle in the horizon.

“We probably should go there...”

Meanwhile back on Earth, Jeff sat at his couch and laid his head back with a sigh, the day’s events circulating within his mind like a dense fog. He had just turned his crush and her lover into Pumbaa and Timon with hardly any effort. It was something that should have made him feel a touch of regret no matter how awful the victims might have been, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Besides he felt something else entirely begin to bubble to the surface of his mind. Something sinister had woken up within him - a feeling of pride and strength he had never known before. A smile slowly crept across his face as he began to chuckle, then laugh, and finally chortle in a manner not unlike the most cartoonish of villains.

He had created a monster - he just hadn’t fully realized it yet.

**** Epilogue: Three months later ****

BRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

“Good one Pumbaa!” Timon said before adding to the choir himself by letting out his own belch. BRRRAAAAPPPP

“Nice!” Pumbaa replied before burping again. UUUURRRRPPPP

The two friends lay next to each other in the shade of a tall palm tree. Over the past few months the two pals not only got used to their new forms, but their new lives as well. Pumbaa no longer saw himself as a human girl turned into Pumbaa. Instead he began to see himself as Pumbaa, and while his gas and smell still embarrassed him he learned to live with it.

It helped that Timon didn’t judge him for it. Sure, as Ken he was judgemental and rude, but as the cartoon meerkat he was too nonchalant to care, even if he might have seen himself as being intellectually superior to most other individuals. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t a bit of a slob himself, often engaging in burping contests with his piggy friend, which is something they did regularly.

Timon sighed and laid back, putting his hands behind his head, “So have you thought of anything you’d like to do today?” He rolled over on his side so he could look at his friend.

“Well,” Pumbaa pondered, patting his belly as he thought it over. “I was kinda thinking maybe we could go for a walk…. but I’m too comfortable here to move.”

“Come on, a little bit of exercise would do a big pig like a good.” Timon patted Pumbaa’s large gut, causing the pig to belch again.

“He-he. Excuse me,” Pumbaa said with a blush as Timon waved the air in front of his face.

“I don’t know if it’s your halitosis or what you eat, but your burps always smell terrible,” Timon muttered. “To think you were once such a mild-mannered girl…”

With that the two friends stood up. Timon hopped onto the back of Pumbaa’s neck so he could ride atop him. The duo made their way down the slope and towards the edge of the forested paradise, where lush green gave way to barren desert. As they got there Pumbaa paused. He was never a fan of going into blazing heat. Timon, however, crawled to the top of the warthog head and squinting, paw above his eyes to block the sun’s glare, he saw what appeared to be a group of buzzards.

“Huh, would you look at that. Seems there must be a carcass out there.”

“Yeah?” Pumbaa asked, now just as curious as his friend.

Had the duo still been human they would have remembers why these birds had gathered, but as they were it slipped their mind. While they recall their former lives they had lost their memory of ‘The Lion King’ and, therefore, had no idea what fate was about to throw their way.

“Alright Pumbaa, you know what to do,” Timon said with a grin.

Grinning, Pumbaa dragged his hoof against the ground and snorted like a bull getting ready to…

“CHAAARRRRGGGGEEEE!” The duo shouted as they barreled towards the birds.