Gradually, or perhaps far too quickly, time passes, as is its wont, and winter changes to spring. But of course, as the seasons change, so too do people, for better or worse. This is the story of a young man who changed more than most.
This man’s name was Mark, and he abhorred routine. For Mark, repetition was the very bane of existence, and as a wealthy man, Mark was able to take his lust for experience to extremes, blasting across the globe, never staying in one place for more than six months. But there was one thing that eluded him - after twenty seven years of living in the same body, he was sure it was the only thing he couldn’t change.
But of course, even a person’s most deeply-held beliefs can be wrong.
And so it was, as winter changed to spring, Mark found himself in Italy, chasing down a legendary place before time ran out. It was said that there was a place, a holy spring, in the southern part of the country, where Venus herself would bathe every year as spring began, and that any who followed in her footsteps would acquire a fragment of her beauty. Nobody really believed it anymore, of course, but Mark had seen too many strange things on his journeys to discount this opportunity - after all, if he could even change his body, then surely there was nothing he couldn’t do.
Given his many years of adventuring experience, it wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for. It was a small opening in a cliff face, quite far from where anybody lived, which didn’t look like it would be comfortable to get through. Mark sighed, realising he wouldn’t be able to take any of his gear with him; he abandoned his backpack and stripped down to just his vest and boxer shorts to make it easier to get through. He grabbed his pick and hammered it around the gap, widening it, then wriggled through. There was a short drop, and Mark found himself in a cave, and he saw light at the other end. Moving towards it, he was greeted with an incredible sight - a spring, crystal clear water, dazzling light with no discernible source reflecting off of it. The whole thing was surrounded by massive marble podiums, and blossoms dotted the water. Mark stared in awe, barely even noticing that he was walking down carved marble steps. The place looked like it had been untouched for centuries, by anything. Such was his amazement that he didn’t even notice that he’d stepped in the water, until a jolt passed through his body, starting at his feet, and he looked down, a feeling of serene bliss overcoming him as he began to change.
“Mmm...” he sighed, rubbing his head, and some strange, soft covering began to grow out. He grabbed a chunk of his hair and held in front of his eyes… it was brown. It had been black before, but, somehow, he didn’t mind. He looked down at his reflection in the water and saw that it had grown down to the small of his back, as well, and his face was shrinking, curving; his eyes became bright and wide as his lips puffed up into a pout. His clothes began to shrink as a strange pressure began pushing against his body, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the opposite, in fact - he felt wonderful as he watched his arms seem to shrink under that pressure, becoming slender and soft. His vest pushed down on his shoulders before vanishing from them, and they slanted downwards as his body began to shrink, making him shorter. It constricted to the sides and vanished there too, and he got thinner, his belly and waist in particular becoming incredibly slim. In a strange reversal of what had been happening, Mark’s thighs grew big and round, pushing the legs of his boxers up, morphing them into panties as they squeezed something tight between his legs, but the normal status quo of his bizarre transformation returned as his shins became smaller to achieve a similar shape to his thighs. “Ooooooooh…” sighed Mark in a new, womanly voice as his rear swelled into a lovely bubble butt, pulling his hips out to the sides with it. “Ah!” he let out a gasp of shock as a strange feeling erupted between his legs, signalling his transition from male to female. A pressure started to build up in her chest, then. It felt strangely pleasurable, and that feeling between her legs grew stronger. “Mmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhh…” Mark moaned, as something tried to force its way out of her chest. Her vest receded further, turning a soft pink and growing frills, and this seemed to be what was blocking her chest, as it then began to grow, two soft mounds appearing upon it. The bigger they got, the stronger the feeling between her legs became, and she began to scream in ecstasy as she filled out. “Oh… oh… AH! AAHHH! AAAAAAHHH! YES! YES!” Her yells filled the room as her chest finished expanding, and the feeling faded, leaving Mark blushing bright red as she looked down to see that she was now wearing a very skimpy bikini, revealing the gorgeous cleavage generated by her huge boobs. Mark caressed her new curves gently, sighing softly as something strange happened to her back, a pair of giant white wings unfolding, spreading out around her.
Mary sat down on the steps, gazing at her reflection in the water, admiring her sexy new body. She’d finally found something she could live with… for another few years, at least.
Looks pretty good! Then again I am more biased towards January, birth month and all sooo...
ReplyDeleteBut either way it's quite good!