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Diyana was a maiden of outstanding circumstances.
She was born so rich that her family could afford to
be poor. She was never spoiled, had the
best education, and respected her fellow man.
Also, as luck would have it, the cute, innocent little girl, transformed
into a beautiful, innocent goddess. She
was educated in the best schools, and spent two years at a finishing school
before attending college. Her higher
education however ended with the death of her parents. Their private jet went down into the pacific
in their trip between the
And so, at the age of twenty-three, Diyana became
the sole beneficiary of all of her parent’s assets. Railroads, utilities, warehouses and
factories, all underneath the family business: Locke Enterprises.
Miss Locke was now the most eligible bachelorette in
the world.
She was afforded only time enough to mourn for her
parents before the suitors came. All of
them were strong and handsome; all of them blue bloods, and to Diyana, all of
them dumb as rocks.
All except one: her father’s junior partner by
several decades, Anthony Strong.
Anthony was just like all the other suitors with the
possible exception of his intelligence.
He was remarkably talented, funny, and had a charm that she found
difficult to resist. The moment her
mother and father walked out of her life, he was there, consoling her loss,
helping her manage things while she was in mourning. She even made him the CEO in her father’s
place, being that he knew so much more about business than she did, and the
company prospered because of him. He was
a good man that she wouldn’t mind having for a husband someday. He already was by her side much more often
than the other suitors were.
But despite he being the CEO, she was still chairman
– well, chairwoman – of the board. She
still owned everything
So it was perhaps six months after her parents death
that she decided to take a vacation, having the family jet fueled up and ready
to fly to
“Are you sure I should leave, Anthony?” she asked
while the plane’s turbo props were powering up.
He took her gently by the shoulders, and bent
forward to kiss her forehead just below the bandanna she had put on for affect.
“I’m sure. You need the vacation, and
the time alone. Heaven knows the past
few months have been hectic.” He smiled in that silly sort of way that made her
think he was a tad bit insane sometimes. “And don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything while you’re gone.”
She smiled back up at him, looking down when he
caressed the edge of her breast briefly.
“Thanks.” She said, and gave him a light kiss. “She
received a slight rap upon the rump on her way up the boarding ladder.”
From the thick double paned glass of her seat on the
plane, she exchanged a goodbye wave with him.
Shortly thereafter, the pilot taxied them onto the runway, and up they
went.
2
Diyana had dozed off, and had begun to dream sweet
dreams where she, naked, was being cared for on a most personal nature by what
she considered ‘real men,’ treating her and worshiping her like she were a
goddess. She was about to enter into the
throes of erotic rapture with them all when she was suddenly jolted awake.
Her breasts jostled against her chest, and she could
feel her nipples quite erect while she blinked bleary-eyed for a moment. Then she realized that the door to the plane
was open, and there, she saw the pilot throwing out the parachutes.
“What are you doing?!” she cried, and the man turned
to face her with a grin underneath a bushy mustache.
“Sir said to eliminate you.” He said in an accent
she didn’t recognize.
She tried to get up then before her body jerked back
down, and looking down, she saw that her seatbelt had been applied, while her
wrists had been tied to the sides of the chair.
“Goodbye miss.
Watch out for the trees.” He said then, and lunged out the airplane.
Looking out the window, she saw his parachute open
up. She struggled to see more, and
through the windows she detected no sign of
She tried to struggle out of her bonds, but being
raised as a debutante, she had never lifted much more than a phone or
fingernail polishing brushes, so her thin wrists struggled helplessly against
her bonds.
Inertia additionally began to press upon her, and
for a few brief moments, she knew of the glory that astronauts went through
upon lift off, though hers was coming from a downward plunge. Then there was the first loud thump against
the fuselage of the plane, and shortly thereafter came more thumps, loud
crashes, and then the sound of tearing metal.
Finally, the nose of the plane tipped forward and the plane was
swallowed up into the forest. All the
windows broke open almost all at once, and she screamed at the shower of glass.
There was another lurch and a twist as the wings
were sheered off, and she heard an explosion as one engine and then the other
erupted within a brilliant fireball. And
then she was spinning, and the front of the plane broke off.
Diyana was screaming constantly now, her voice going
hoarse against the tearing sound as what was left of the plane hit another tree
and straightened its slide. Brush began
to pile into the inside of the plane as it started to slow, and her eyes
widened as she saw a tree sliding into the plane.
Her eyes widened even more as it continued to drag
ever forward toward her, her eyes focusing on the many leaf stripped branches
that were edging ever toward her. One in
particular drew her gaze, and immediately, her vision fixed upon it. A sing branch was coming straight for her,
and she saw it coming for her faster than the others it seemed. She gasped and lifted her chin, trying
desperately to avoid the pain of death while she morbidly looked over her cheek
at the sharp piece of wood like a thorn as it came straight up to her
throat. An inch away, then a centimeter
away and then she felt it’s prick pry into her flesh, and then all of a sudden…
it stopped.
There was a groan, and then the plane stopped its
motion, and finally a shudder. Diyana
swallowed hard, wishing to scream at the top of her lungs, her chest heaving,
but if she opened her mouth, she would kill herself from the prick of the
thorn-like tree branch.
Finally, Diyana moved her head aside, feeling the
branch tip scrape against her soft flesh until she could move her head to one
side of it. For what felt like an
eternity, she stared at the thing that nearly ended her life.
She was hyperventilating, wondering if she were in
shock. But at the moment now, her
survivalist instinct kicked in and she knew she had to get out of the plane and
what was left of the fuel in the underbelly.
She struggled against her bonds again, trying to snap the thick chord,
try to lift her waist high enough to perhaps flip over the back of the seat,
but still that was for naught. So then
she looked for something to cut them against, her hands already moving
to-and-fro so that she might cut them on the metal underside of the chair. Then her eyes fell on the tree branch to the
side of her head, and lifting her chin, she opened her mouth, clenched down
tight on it, and then twisted her head.
The branch broke easily, and dropping her chin to her chest, she dropped
the piece into her lap, and wrenched her hand upward and the other downward so
that she could grasp a hold of it. Then,
slowly but surely, she picked at the line, pricking her wrist several times in
the process, but finally, her bonds broke free and she was able to wrench her
arms free. Then snapping her hands to
her waist, she quickly undid the seatbelt and threw herself out of her chair.
Within two bounds, her long legs brought her to the
rear exit, and blessing her luck, the door opened, and she pushed her way out
into the muggy heat of the jungle. She
then ran shakily because of her nerves a couple hundred feet before the
remainder of the fuel blew, and she tripped on the uneven earth while the
concussion blast of the explosion knocked her forward. There she lay for a time, just panting, just
breathing while the wreckage continued to burn.
And then, she lowered her head to the ground and began to cry.
3
For the second time that day, Diyana Locke opened
her eyes, this time to the feel of rain pattering against her body. Lifting herself up, her head turned skyward
just as the fabled rainforest dropped one of its daily deluges onto her. She sat up, wiping her eyes away, smudging
some mud onto her face while the front of her shirt soaked through. And it was white silk too. If not for her bra, one could see the rounded
form of either of her tits, and the reddened nipples that were already
hardening from the chill in the air.
Those at least, gave form all the way through her wet clothing.
She looked back over her shoulder at the still
smoking wreckage of her plane. The rapid
downpour must have put out any remaining fires.
Walking over to it, sure that the fuel was all gone and the danger of
explosion was over, she stepped into the ruined fuselage, looking for anything
to wear. All of her luggage was burned
and charred, as was all of her clothing inside them. There was a little luck, however, for she
found her fanny pack, and inside was her wallet, her papers and a wad of money
that had remarkably remained unscathed.
Then she scoured the plane for some food – she
hadn’t eaten since she before she had left – and found a few bags of peanuts.
The impressive wet bar that had been on the plane
had blown with the fuel. It was a good
thing that she didn’t drink otherwise she’d be upending one of the bottles
right now. She did, however, find one of
the emptied bottles, and placing it outside, she let it fill with water while
she looked for other things.
There were no maps or compasses, so finding where
she was and getting out of here would have to be done a different way. When she exited the fuselage at last, taking
up the bottle for water and screwing the cap on, she went to what was left of
the pilot’s compartment that had broken off a short ways away. To her dismay, all the equipment, including
the radio, had long since burned out.
She bit her lip nervously for a bit, standing there
while she continued to get soaking wet.
Already, her clothes were soaked through to the skin. The only good thing she could think of was
that her clothes were loose enough where they wouldn’t chafe, but the fabric of
her blouse was sticking in an annoying way.
She then looked up in to the sky, trying to find a
Because of the wreckage, there were a lot of trees
that was hewn down, and the explosion had the added affect of allowing her to
see that she was stranded in a valley.
Every which way she looked, there was nothing but forest. There was a mountain in the distance that
wasn’t tree covered at the top, so she thought that that was a good enough
place as any to head to and try and find a way out.
Before she left, she looked one last time into the
ruined pilot’s compartment, retrieved a flare gun and stuffed it into her fanny
pouch. Then hiking her pants up in the
crotch so that walking would be made easier she started forward.
4
Diyana spent the better part of the day walking
toward that mountain. About
The rain had stopped falling a while ago, and her
clothes had dried sufficiently where her underwear had stopped being so damned
uncomfortable, pinching her at the shoulder or under the arm, or at the inside
of her thigh. Her designer pants and
shirt, now dirtied by sweat and mud, were able to flow about her freely
again. That is, until late afternoon.
Another downpour struck her as quickly as the first
had, and within moments, her freshly dried clothes had been soaked through
again. She chanced a look skyward to ask
whatever god there was for help, but was answered only by the reverberating
sound of thunder as a lightning bolt stuck overhead.
That was
different,
she thought to herself. She knew that
rain fell often in the rain forest, but unlike the cloud break that had struck
earlier that morning, this one was rapidly turning bad, and the growing
darkness of the clouds told her that.
She wouldn’t be surprised if a hurricane were to suddenly bustle up and
tear at the forest… regarding her current luck.
As she descended deeper into the forest, she
continued to reflect upon her day, especially upon exactly what the pilot had
meant about “Sir said to eliminate you.”
She became so preoccupied upon it that she didn’t realize that the
darkness of the growing night combined with the thickening clouds had engulfed
her until she tripped over a branch. And
then, all of a sudden, she was standing in the middle of nowhere, where her
eyes could see barely a few feet around her.
Again, and not for the first time that day, she felt
a pang enter her heart, a solid thump as she felt it ascend to her throat and
catch there. Diyana believed she managed
a heroic feat just by keeping her resolve at that moment of revelation. Nevertheless, she managed to swallow her
heart back down and then reach into her fanny pack and rummage around in it
till she found her only source of light now.
A tiny pen light.
She activated the thing, and turned it this way and
that, thankful that the thickening canopy above was enough to drown out some of
the heavy rainfall. But then, as she
turned her flashlight in one direction, she saw a section of the forest
suddenly glow. Her brows compressed upon
themselves as she looked at it and moved her light away from it again, and the
glow diminished substantially until it disappeared. She moved her light back to it, and the glow
returned, and, with her feminine curiosity piqued, she stepped toward it.
The root cover here seemed to get thicker and
thicker as she stepped toward it, and she found herself climbing over aged
roots to get to it, vaguely becoming aware of the sound about her drawing
toward silence.
And then she was at its door.
Of all the marvels she had seen in her life, this
was indeed one of them. A mouth to an
organic cave gaped open before her, and she found herself staring inside of it.
There was no rain here… the tree cover had become so
thick that it blocked out even the sound of it.
But there was moisture.
Tremendous moisture, to the point where she felt that she could drink
the air. But rather, there was a
coolness here, not necessarily cold to the point of freezing, just cool. Enough, however, that versus the stifling
humidity that had greeted her a short distance away, it was enough to entice
her body to shiver, and force her nipples beneath her blouse and bra to become
erect and firm.
She looked behind her over her shoulder, back the
way she had come, just in time to see a great flash of lightning light the
forest in the far distance. Then turning
back, she walked inside, looking about her.
The ground beneath her loafers was soft, and reaching down, feeling the
bed, she found that it was quite dry as well, like some form of dry moss.
She waved her flashlight around her while she
remained squatting there, seeing it light off of trees that bore a residual
luminescence for quite a while after the light left it. And then she spied something else hanging off
of the branches of the trees.
Fruit! A voice inside of her cried
as her stomach leaped at the ability to find sustenance again. Immediately she went to the lowest of them
all, hopped up, grabbed hold of it, and was then quite surprised when it held
her weight.
She dropped to her feet, and looked up at it,
wishing that she had a knife or something sharp with her, but everything around
her was soft and very green, not suitable for cutting anything with. And then a thought stuck her, and wedging her
penlight into what went for a ground in here, she filled her lungs and leapt as
high as she could. Fifteen years in
ballet classes still blessed her with her current grace, and – as luck would
have it – leaping abilities. Again her
fingers festooned upon the fruit, and then twisting her body, she began to
spin.
After having her teacher have her pirouette hundreds
of times over the years, she had been able to do it perfectly with great
speed. And so she spun like she did
during those times, and she rapidly lost count as to how many times she did,
but it felt like she had been spinning forever before it finally broke off. Diyana collapsed to the ground, but thanks to
the soft layer of moss an vines, she fell without really hurting herself, and,
thankfully, with one huge piece of fruit in her hands.
It looked like a giant orange jellybean with leaves,
and a thick, really strong stem at the top.
It was perfectly shaped, and was so inviting to a half starved woman
from the inner city, that she bit into it without really thinking whether it
was poisonous or not. In fact, she had
eaten the whole thing down to the stem before she realized that fact.
Her eyes looked down at what remained of the
fruit. It was nothing more than the
three leaves that had held it, the stem, and what core there was of the
thing. No seeds, either. That or she must’ve eaten them in her fervor
to get food into her stomach. She felt
sated though, as if she had just eaten a seven-course meal, and she rubbed her
stomach appreciatively anyway.
She looked around at her surroundings then while
dropping the rind of the fruit and picking up her penlight again, watching the
almost hallucinogenic affect the trees made whenever illuminated. There were several large and what seemed like
very old trees that curved upward from the ground. Each grew so close together that their leaves
and branches above interlaced into a tight mesh, dropping vine trailers from
the ceiling which were moist with water.
Their falling droplets splattered against her from time to time. Below her, the roots created open patches of
moss and leaves and vines that seemed very inviting just then. As she rose, looking for a likely place to sleep,
she noticed how all the roots seemed to be connected to from one tree to the
next, and she wondered if it were all just one growth.
But then she found a tree, right in the middle of
this organic cave, its roots spread outward to all the other trees about
it. It was the smallest of them all,
fitting easily within the canopy offered by the taller trees, and she reached
up to touch its bark.
Almost like
felt, she
mused, running her hand along it, and
warm! Looking up at it, she also
felt very much at peace with herself, and the wearies of the day weighed down
upon her until she sunk to her knees before it.
Absentmindedly, she switched off her penlight and
stuffed it into her fanny pack before removing it from around her waist and
dropping it onto the ground. There still
remained an ambient glow about her as she leaned forward to test the bed she
was about to claim. And then leaning the
rest of the way forward, she laid down stomach first onto the soft bed,
crossing her arms to give her head a pillow.
Down there, there was the sweet smell of the Earth,
and of growing things, but, thankfully, no crawling things to what she could
sense. Also down there, she felt warmth
coming from beneath her, and the moisture when one was positioned as low as she
was, created a natural blanket of more warmth.
Within moments she found herself relaxing more than she had ever done
before.
Within moments more, she had slipped off into sleep.
5
A strange thing happened to Diyana that night.
She opened her eyes to total darkness around
her. Every which way she turned; she
could not see more than five feet around her.
And on top of that, there was a strange feeling inside of her. She could feel something – growing? –
Somewhere from her navel.
Her hands clutched over her navel for a moment, as
if to feel that strange experience stirring within her and the first thought
that entered her mind was that she indeed did eat something poisonous.
She paused for a moment, looking down at her stomach
while lightly caressing it to test the feeling she was experiencing before she
got to her feet. Her fanny pack was
missing, and she scrambled around looking for it, but a long search brought
about no results.
Her light was gone, her money was gone, and her
papers – of course – were gone. The only
thing she had left now was the tree. She
looked back at the thing, before crawling over to the thing to slide a hand
down its trunk, suddenly aware that it was glowing a dull silver right now, and
its warmth felt more fauna than floral.
She may even be mistaken about it, but she thought
she detected a pulse underneath her touch.
Rising to her feet, she walked about the tree a
couple times, wondering why the other trees didn’t seem to be shining, and
squinting into the darkness, she began to wonder even if they were there
anymore. And then she looked down at the
roots, seeing them form something like a path within the ground, and
remembering that all the trees seemed as if they were connected earlier, she
decided to follow the path they made.
She had felt exhausted before she had went to sleep,
but now as she stepped forward, she felt energized. The coolness of the forest didn’t seem to
affect her anymore either, but that appeared to becoming from a penetrating
warmth inside of her. Nevertheless, she
felt a sensual excitement inside of her, and she felt her nipples grow a little
firmer, if not really hardening.
She stopped, and cupped a hand underneath either of
her breasts, aware now that they were different somehow. She was different. She could feel it now that she had stopped;
an experience that could only be described as… change. She was also aware of her heart pounding
beneath her ribcage, pumping blood powerfully through her body, starting as a
dull thud and then as an all encompassing throb through all her veins and
capillaries. Before she knew it,
portions of her body became incensed, and immediately, she felt her womanhood
clench and her nipples suddenly hardened fully.
The warmth intensified, wrapping her form in a
cocoon it felt like, so close and so cuddly it was like a thick wool blanket
straight from the dryer. She stepped
forward again, moving into a skipping motion.
She felt wonderful felt vitalized, and if it the sun
were shining right now, she felt as if she would break out into song. She also felt like dancing, and in her mind
she wondered if there really was a narcotic within that fruit she ate. But as she settled down, looking about her,
her chest heaving, straining against her bra and blouse, Diyana focused upon
the idea that this was all still a dream.
That must be
it, she
thought to herself, just as it began to rain from somewhere. It was
a dream, she mused, realizing as she looked about her, seeing only the path
and the rain, knowing that the world even under the worst conditions was not
like this. And so she tipped her head
back, and simply reveled in the feeling of the rain against her body. She just stood there for a time, rising her
face to it, letting the heavy rain drops pelt her body and wet her down
completely again.
The inside of her panties was already moist long
before the raindrops actually wetted her down to there.
She gasped and opened her mouth to drink, becoming
one with the dream. Again, her chest
heaved, and she found that her blouse had suddenly become rather tight. She suspected it was because of the rain.
It was cool against the warmth of her own body, and
she did dance and skip within it for a time before her clothing became too
tight about her form to do so. So she
then settled down again, and simply continued her brisk walk. Looking back, she could no longer see the
tree, but believed that it didn’t matter because she was still there, sleeping
underneath its branches.
For what felt like an hour she simply walked. The rain stopped a while ago, but her
clothing still remained wet as usual in this rain forest. Then, despite her elation, she discovered
something new, the fact that her clothing was especially tight right now.
She lifted an arm, seeing her silk blouse now
transparent because of the moisture; saw her arm beneath the twisting folds of
the sleeve. She pulled the thicker cuff
back, enough to see the full expanse of her arm.
It was still long and slender, ending with a hand
that spread long and equally slender fingers, but there the similarities
ended. When she had gone to sleep, her
arm lacked definition of any kind, and now she hand a bicep… long and lean,
running from the pit of her arm all the way to the crook of her arm. She then twisted the back of her hand toward
her, and marveled as her bicep clenched a little, raising a long vein down its
entire length. Her fingers spread, and
her reddened lips pursed in wonderment as tendons drew taught and raised her
soft flesh, while muscles, actual muscles, along with their brachials, bunched
and twisted with the movement of her wrist.
Now that she had stopped, she again became aware of
her heart throbbing within her chest, and she looked down as if to see it, but
instead watched something even more spectacular.
All her live, she had always been a diminutive
C-cup. But now she arched her back,
lifting her chest upward, watching as with each throbbing pulse of her heart
that those breasts swelled perhaps a fraction of a centimeter per beat, filling
like the wings of some butterfly. Her
hand lifted to her breasts, cupping them again, feeling her erect nipples
beneath the layers of cloth, while her touch reasserted the contact between the
pair of mammary.
She had never felt them touch together like that
either, nor had it ever been where she could not fold the whole of her hands
about them before. And now she had to
actually smooth her hands over the rounded masses, sliding them from top to
bottom, sliding the silk against a much greater expanse of flesh.
Though her under clothing had been starting to dry
again, the inside of her panties suddenly became rather moist, and she gave a
soft sigh as her fingers massaged the tender peaks of her breasts.
So sensitive, she mused with a dreamy
smile against her face.
She gave a small contented sigh, echoing the one
from before. She smiled impishly, then
swiveled her hips to relieve the bunching of her underwear, and then became
aware of something else. She swiveled
her hips and waist, and then projected a leg forward. It had been long and slender before, but now
that she looked at it, she saw that it was even longer, but it was no longer
slender. She could feel the primary
blood vessel going down the inside of her leg throbbing against her crotch,
feeding her leg with blood, which was now thick enough where her flesh was
brushing up against the cloth of her pants.
The cuff, which had been down to her ankles and piling over her shoes
before, was now closer to her calf.
Also, she saw, from the point of her crotch to her hip that her pants
had become tightly creased, and she could see more of the contours of her lower
bodice, namely the folds of her womanhood.
Biting upon her lower lip, she stared in wonderment
and awe at herself, raising a hand so that she could see her fingers – still
slender – thickening with their own muscle tone.
I-I’m getting…
stronger, said
a voice in her head, and immediately, she wanted to see herself. As if to her wishes, the light which seemed
to have been following only her, and illuminating only the path, shone perhaps
a smidgen brighter, like a spotlight from up above. And then another light, another spotlight, or
rather like the moon shining through a break in the trees, illuminated a
radiant pool just off to her side. She
hurried over to it, following a new root guided path to the side of the pool
where she quickly fell to her knees at its edge to look at her face.
Great Maker, she thought, I’m beautiful! She reached up and touched her face, touching
her lips, feeling the contour about her eye and over her cheek. And then her hair! It had been closely cropped about her
shoulders before, and now… now it practically dangled into the water.
Her breathing quickened for a moment or two, her
chest heaving with the strange feelings that were in her, and she began to
doubt weather this was indeed a dream or not.
This is so
incredible! She thought, and sat back up to look at her
hands again, and for a moment, she stared at her palms before clenching her
hands into fists. Immediately she felt
the pressure of her shirtsleeves pressing against her bunching biceps as they
swelled beneath the wet fabric, and she was able to see them both expand
underneath the white silk.
They look
bigger than before; she noted seeing them become small mounds instead of just the bare
creases that were there before.
Standing up, she paused for a moment, hearing part
of her clothing creaking under the strain of her body. Diyana returned to the path, the pool
disappearing behind her as if it never was.
She paused there for a moment and tried to think, wondering about what
was happening to her, and what kind of stimuli would have brought her to dream
a dream world like this. And then she
thought stimuli? Since when do I know words like… stimuli? Indeed she did know it. Though she had attended college before, she
hadn’t gotten much passed the mathematics and while she stood there
contemplating, she found herself contemplating about things other than her
predicament, considering this and that, until…
It stared as a low moan, and then a sound like
tendons grinding. There was an intense
pinching about her middle for a few seconds before she heard something tear,
rather loudly. And then finally, a snap
as the back of her bra broke open. She
gasped at the sudden ability to breathe again, and her breasts filled out her
shirt practically to its capacity to do so before untucking it from her shirt.
She stood there stunned before looking down at her
chest, and her hands snapped to her chest to cup the full rounded masses. The wet fabric showed her bosom freely as if
the fabric wasn’t there, with wrinkles now wrapping about her erect nipples
that rose like tiny mounds against her breasts.
Reaching down the front of her shirt, she removed
the thing that had bound her chest, finding that even the straps that had held
them up over either of her shoulders had broken in the process. The back strap was a mess. It being the thickest and the strongest must’ve
held its ground to snap the shoulder straps before her expanding middle tore it
to shreds. Even the metal clasps had
been bent away.
Dropping the remains of an icon her fellow women had
been trying to shed for decades – but never did because it was just so annoying
to have your tits flopping every which way – her hands again lifted to her
chest. She caressed the enlarged masses
of flesh, noting their firmness, their rounded shape, and how they now sat upon
her bodice in a way that ensured that she didn’t need that old wrap anymore. So tight and firm were they, that they were instead
holding her shirt up and that the folds that lined their base to her waist had
been drawn taut.
She smiled inwardly, feeling that she didn’t want
her brassier back anymore. The freedom
of just simply breathing was well worth it, and if she could avoid the jiggle
and sway she used to have before its loss… then all the better.
Her mind became set especially when her hands ran
further down her chest to her rib cage.
There she was given another surprise, and she arched her back again,
feeling the tightening layers of skin beneath her silk blouse, actually able to
feel her ribs and the tightening muscle there.
Her rib cage was lifting and spreading all at the
same time, filling out to be able to support her increasing musculature.
Diyana took several deep breaths, filling her lungs
as far as they could go, feeling her breasts swell with each intake while her
heart continued the thud-throbbing motion it had been for the past few hours.
Feeling even better with herself, she again
continued on with her journey through this dreamscape while a soft misty-rain
started to fall upon her. Occasionally,
off in the distance, she would see flashes of lightning or shafts of moon light
opening for an instant, while, after minutes had passed, her body became soaked
again.
Her long hair hung from the back of her head down to
her mid back now, and though that much wet hair would normally drag at the back
of her head, it wasn’t now. She lifted
her hands to her neck, feeling that her neck muscles were thickening too, and
following them down, she felt huge nerve bundles where they joined her clavicle
bone and shoulders. She chuckled briefly
and continued walking.
She began to notice more foliage around her, first
small ferns, and then bushes, growing thicker and thicker until trees began to
rise up about her. They were mere
saplings when she began to hear a series of pops and tears with each step she
took. Confused for a moment as to what this
new sound would be, she looked around and then down, and stopped promptly when
she saw the laces on her shoes beginning to snap open. Shortly thereafter, the strong seams between
the sole of her shoe and its top also broke, and when she wriggled her toes,
the fronts of her shoes both burst open to admit them. Tentatively she stepped forward again,
watching with awe as the tops of her shoes continued to split, while underneath
those, her socks, spreading with her thickening feet, opened large holes. Within perhaps several dozen steps, the tops
of her shoes burst open and she missed a step and almost stumbled with the loss
of a shoe.
Smirking whimsically, Diyana dropped to her rump
upon the ground, feeling the tightness of her pants compress about her crotch,
sending the thick wad of seams of her pants between her legs in between the
folds of her crotch. She smiled at the
feeling that created in her, and there was a brief clenching between her legs,
followed by more moisture within the front of her panties.
She stared at the one remaining shoe, which was
still on her foot by friction alone, and drawing her foot closer to her, she
idly removed the shredded thing. She
needn’t even bother with her socks… those had shredded completely…even around
the ankle.
It was then that she noticed that the cuffs of her
pants came only to just passed her knees now, and she wondered for a moment how
they could have gotten passed her rounded calves. That was until she inspected the cuffs and
found that they had both busted along the seams on either side, flaring about
the base of her knees.
She sighed, looking about her now as she lifted a
hand to slide her hair back against her head again, feeling a stream of water
lance down her spine which caused her to shiver. The rest of the frigid water traveled down
the cuff of her trousers, between the cheeks of her bottom, and then into the
fleshy part of her crotch. She tensed up
solidly as her nipples hardened to the point where they ached. Strangely, it the whole experience felt…
good.
Lowering her hands to her crotch, she tried to press
the cold water out of her already wet pants, and even more wet crotch, and then
sighed. She was resolved to her fate of
growing big and stocky, and with the fact that her pants had ridden up that
much that told her that she was growing taller too. She sighed at this, and discovered that she
was feeling a draft about her midsection, and looking down; found that her
thickening bodice had finally pulled her blouse completely out of her pants.
Leaning back, rocking on her hips and bracing a hand
behind her, she looked passed the horizon that was her bosom while finally
running a hand along her stomach. She
remembered her distaste for herself at having a little bit too much roundness
to her stomach before, but she found that now her stomach had become tight and
compressed, firm and taught. It had even
folded down the middle like she had always tried to get it to do, creating a
long line from her sternum to her navel.
This last she could tell because she followed it all the way down, even
past the band of her belt.
That was another thing there, she found once she
slid a finger about the sunken portion of her belly button that the hem of her
pants had sunken below her navel, and was now stretched across her hips.
Again she rose to her feet, testing the ground to
see if it was too rocky to walk, but it was still like the patch of moss where
she supposed her body still rested underneath the tree was. Both her hands went to her middle then, and
she found that her stomach was actually drawing so tight, that it was broadening
her hips just because of that. But aside
from that, she knew that her hips were widening too.
So, she reasoned, not only am I growing stronger, but my
skeleton is changing too.
Her feet started forward while she continued to feel
her stomach, noticing that the tug and pull between her hips was drawing her
belt so that it dipped lower and lower beneath her navel. Every few hundred feet or so, she continued
to check her stomach, realizing that it was continuing to tighten. The single mass she had had at first,
tightened to two halves with a crease down the middle. Then they folded again near the top, and then
again so that she had six individual folds of her stomach.
And then she heard another series of pops and tears,
and stopped dead in her tracks, looking down to her legs, she saw that she had
split the seams on the insides of her legs.
She shifted her leg a little bit to view it, but when she did, it tore
the rest of the way straight down to her calf.
Diyana licked her lips, and then flexed her leg,
watching as muscle and sinew bunched into perfect calves and strong thighs that
would have made any man obey her beck and call.
When she turned the leg to look at the outside however, there was a low
groan and finally a quick snap as her belt snapped open at the buckle. Her breath caught in her throat then and she
lifted a hand to cover her mouth as her eyes quickly lowered to her
middle. And looking down, she saw that
her pants were so tight, that the triangular mound of her crotch was conforming
around the vertical zipper down to where the thickest portion of her trousers
still remained taught and rictus.
One of her small hands lowered to caress her crotch,
and even beneath the layer of cloth, she could feel her femininity clench. And then she heard the faint sound of the
zipper grinding. She continued to cup
the base of her abdomen; looking about her while he other hand removed what
remained of her belt.
Beneath her hand she could feel the muscles of her
womanhood clench every now and again, feel the pumping sensation of her blood
surging beneath it to feed her thickening legs, and she felt the warmth about
her increase slightly.
A calming affect came about her as she continued on
her journey, and a pleasurable feeling began to take hold of her as the changes
she was experiencing began to take on a sensual feeling. She noticed that as the trees about her
continued to get larger and larger, she also continued to grow with them so
that her eyes remained at eye level with their tops. Her form continued to fill out as she walked,
and now her once designer blouse, once as loose as tissue paper about the
thorns of a rose, were now tight and firm about her bodice, feeling like a
second skin. The simple act of breathing
popped the top button of her blouse, and several moments later, popped the next
two. From there, all her bodice could do
was to continue to grow into the white silk.
She began to wonder about that, for she had heard of
feats where wet silk was able to bend steel bars together when tied around
them, and she wondered if her growing body would be a problem with that.
She didn’t have long to wait though.
Her answer came when the cuff that had once dangled
about her wrist, broke against her toughening forearm, and then tore the single
piece of fabric all the way to the elbow.
Though she had decided to simply continue walking and not stop to muse
at the changes her body made, she had to stop at this. A fabric that when it was wet – and this was
so wet that it became see-through – that the muscle in her forearm actually
burst it open and broke it to her arm.
Her lips pursed together as she couldn’t help but
wonder about this new change, and she flexed her hand into a fist and watched
as her forearm swelled titanicly. She
bent the wrist inward, heard her tendons grind and moan, and twisted her arm to
watch the two sides flare out in their own might. She then brought her fist upward, close to
her face so that she could view the taught creases of muscle she had
grown. But all at once, what remained of
her sleeve burst open as her shoulder, her biceps and triceps, as well as all
the brachials all swelled at once. She
twisted to watch the soft fabric float to the ground. Then she flexed her biceps, and watched the
two halves seem to split and swell to a combined size that now matched one of
her breasts!
And those – pressed together once again inside her
blouse – had long since passed Triple-D!
Diyana twisted her form to look at her other arm,
which was straining against the inside of her still intact sleeve. For hours at least, she’d been doing nothing
more than just swinging her arms, but now… she had to test it. Her fist clenched, the wrist bent inward, and
she pulled her arm upward, not really flexing.
But still, she watched amazed as the fabric directly above her biceps
bulged and then stretched, and finally created a tear at the top of her sleeve.
She bit on her lower lip, remembering again that wet
silk was strong enough to bend steel bars together. The force that must be needed to tear it must
be immense, and she chuckled an insane laugh as she realized how strong she
must be now. How tough she must be now.
Loosening her arm, she then did a quick flex, and
was actually surprised as her sleeve literally burst open with the force, and
still her arm thickened until it had bulged as much as the other.
Diyana felt herself smiling, and she raised her
hands before giving a little excited hop and clapping her hands together. Then she flexed both arms, feeling her biceps
swell, her shoulders thicken, and her triceps tighten to the strength of steel
chords while the planes of her back spread mightily. She felt positively ecstatic then. For all her life she was a measly
ninety-eight pound little girl, literally.
And now, she was gaining a physique that not even men have ever been able to obtain.
She tensed her arms then before her, feeling them
swell, while her ample biceps pressed her breasts even further together all the
while lifting them high atop her chest.
It was a wonderful feeling, that.
She was beginning to become aware of her senses
growing now, just as the rest of her body was growing, becoming highly acute;
and what she became aware of was more and more things happening around
her. She could hear the crickets amidst
her joyous exhilaration of her growing bodice and body, feel the moist mist of
the lightly falling rain wetting her down, and hear the whispering of the
trees.
She was most amazed at this last bit. She had begun to wonder if she had gone deaf
since entering that grove last night, and that this dream was signifying that
somehow. But there it was, a soft
whispering in the trees, seeming to whisper to her like a hundred thousand
voices all speaking at once.
But especially, the most specific thing that she was
beginning to become aware of, were the things that were happening inside of
her. Even as she set herself forward
again, she could actually feel her insides moving as her middle continued to
compress and her hips continued to flare.
Muscle fibers seemed to be dividing to create her strength, and then
thicken before dividing again. Her heart
continued to pound heavily inside her chest, forcing her teats to remain
engorged in this cool weather, and every so often, her crotch would compress
with the sensual high she was still within.
Everything inside of her was changing. Every moment that passed, her bone structure
continued to alter to be able to support her growing strength, her ribs lifting
her chest higher and higher. Her hips
also continued to widen to support a pair of thickening legs that were perhaps
wider than her whole body used to be, the skin at the base of her abdomen
becoming especially tight.
She continued to grow taller, and rating her height
with the trees around her now, she figured herself to be over six and a half
feet tall. A definite improvement over
the common five foot four she had been which meant that she had grown over a
foot!
She also continued to grow in intellect for some
reason, and it took her many long minutes of contemplation before that growing
intellect realized that her cranium was also enlarging, allowing for more room
for her brain. That in and of itself was
a pleasant feeling. She felt like she
could stand toe to toe with Einstein now.
The seams in her trousers continued to tear,
continuing to break open along the insides, but as she continued to walk, the
constant flexing and unflexing of her thighs began to break open patches that
didn't even have seams. The only place
that seemed to remain intact was the portion about her knees, and, oddly
enough, her waist.
But even they became short lived.
Her pace began to slow as she realized a sudden
growth spurt within her form, and she stopped to feel it, trying to localize
it, and finally focused upon her waist.
She had to maneuver herself to watch past her already titanic breasts,
but when she finally did, her eyes widened greatly in realization of what was
happening. She wasn’t having a growth
spurt, par se, but rather the pressure about her middle was finally being
relieved.
All of the seams about her waist were fraying, and
she could see the wrinkling in the fabric and the stretch marks in the designer
pants she was wearing. When she had gone
to sleep, her trousers were almost too long for her, with more than enough room
in the seat, the crotch, and about her legs.
They were her favorite pair, and she had figured they would be perfect
for traversing the hot weather of
She watched in stunned awe as her pants button
broke, the plastic thing snapping off and flying off into the bushes. Before hand, the thing had been several
inches below her belly button, which in turn had been covered before this
strange metamorphosis she was undergoing.
Promptly thereafter, she heard the sound several snaps as her zipper was
just simply pulled apart. Her light blue
panties underneath, still moist from the rain and her elation, once having
covered her whole pelvis now only covered the triangular wedge of swollen flesh
at the base of her abdomen. The fact
that it was able to cover her like this was because she now felt the backside
of those panties slide ponderously between her cheeks, and even then, her front
was barely covered. Beneath that blue
material, the ridges and her engorged clitoris formed perfect little bumps and
valleys, while the point spreading between the two folds was a darker color
because of the body fluids escaping her.
That mound then pushed forward as her zipper
continued to break open, with the folds catching into the creases of her
thighs, leaving her trousers even tighter about her form. She gently caressed the taught love muscles,
gently sliding her fingers over the place where her clitoris would be, before
she gently caressed her vaginal mound with three of her fingers.
She smiled, and then stood briefly while the rest of
her trousers finally shredded open about her now heavily muscled thighs,
leaving only a few shreds of fabric hanging from her backside. The front at the thickest portion of her
trousers – where are the remaining seams met – merely sank to a point between
her legs.
Many long minutes passed as she continued to walk, a
little strangely as the back of her underwear continued to slide further up her
bottom while sinking inward. That was
until the thick wad of fabric of her trousers began to pull in every which
direction between her legs, and with the motion of her walking, that knot of
fabric was pulled further, and further.
And then finally, it broke.
The snapping of the thing sent a tremble through her
lower bodice, sent a sudden relief of blood downward to her legs, and sent a
throbbing mass of blood into her womanhood that brought a groan from her. An orgasm moistened the front of her panties
while the remaining threads snapped, and the remainder of her trousers tumbled
away from her.
Diyana gasped to the feeling, closing her eyes while
she smiled in elation again, her hands covering her vaginal mound just as
something hot and sticky ejected into the inside of her panties. Then opening her eyes, she turned idly to
look over her shoulder at the last remnants of her trousers. And then glancing back down to her body, she
then lifted her gaze skyward before rolling her eyes.
If I ever get
back to civilization, she thought as she started down the path again, a little hesitantly as
her orgasm spent itself, I’m definitely
going to have to get to a psychiatrist to have him psychoanalyze this dream.
Feeling rather vulnerable now with the loss of so
much clothing, Diyana reached down and pulled the straps of her panties higher,
inadvertently pushing the back further in, but at least covering her front a
little more. She only wished that a
little more could be done about her swelling bodice, covered only by a tube of
transparent silk now.
It began to feel like she had walked on for eternity
and beyond now. Minutes, hours, days or
months… years even? How much time had
passed? But she was beginning to see the
trees growing larger than her, and now, she saw with her keen vision, that
there were animals and insects now.
Still, however, there was only the sound of the wind blowing through the
trees.
A deer, a brilliant white stag, leapt out in front
of her, and she paused in her step and gasped.
The antlers were immense, and after hearing her father brag after so
many hunting trips while he was still alive, she very well knew the
significance behind a perfect sixteen point deer. This creature not only had seven points on
either of its antlers, but it also had a pair of small horns jutting out of its
head.
The stag looked at her, a pair of luminescent blue
eyes the same color as glacial ice watched her from where it stood. An ear twitched at the side of its head, and
she took a hesitant step forward. It’s
black nose snuffed at the air, catching her scent, but the thing showed no fear
at all of her, nor apprehension. She
knew that she could’ve chased after the thing wrestled it to the ground and
snapped it in half now, but she didn’t want to.
She didn’t need to. Besides, she thought with a musing
smile, it must be a sin to kill such a perfect
creature.
She didn’t know how she managed it, but she had
drawn so close to the thing, the tips of her fingers brushed against its
nose. Still it didn’t move, but rather
moved in closer to her, nuzzling her hand with its nose. A moist touch greeted her palm, most likely
from the still falling misty rain, and she was actually able to lift her other
hand to pet it.
But from there she was granted only a brief moment
with the beautiful thing before it licked her palm, turned and then ran
off. A longing hit her as she saw it
disappear down the path, and tipping forward into action, she ran after
it. Her legs pumped hard against the
solid Earth, and she rose up onto her toes to chase after the fleet-footed
creature. She could tell she was
traveling faster than any human had ever done before unaided, her thighs
snapping up and down faster than a cheetah’s, but still she was not fast enough
to keep up with it. She felt as if she
could chase it forever, and she felt as if she did practically, but finally she
figured that the thing didn’t want her to follow it, and so she slowed and
finally stopped.
A whimsical expression rose against her face as she
took a couple of long breaths, and then lifted a hand and waved off down the
path.
“Good bye.” She breathed in a sigh, feeling the
remnants of her blouse tighten across her chest.
Deep in her still pounding heart, she longed to see
that creature again. But even in a
dream, she supposed, once would be enough.
Twice, would be a miracle.
Diyana felt so energized now. Mentally, physically, spiritually. Was this dreaming some strange peyote-style
soul-searching meaning to bring her to self-perfection, and that stag was her
spirit guide? Regardless, she quickened
her pace, wanting to see the end of it whether for good or ill.
She didn’t seem to be growing with the trees
anymore, the once ferns and then saplings, now mighty rain forest trees again;
with their branches interlacing above her head had formed a tunnel out of the
path now.
She knew that she was tall now, perhaps seven feet,
judging the point when the height of the trees that had measured her growth had
outgrown her. But now, as they grew
larger, she merely grew stronger.
What was left of her panties was now nothing but a
thong g-string, and her shirt was now beginning to cover less and less of her
chest; both beginning to stretch well into their limits of restraint.
There were birds within the branches now, and
crawling insects could now be heard, and all at once, she went from feeling
alone to being watched by every eye in the world.
She bit upon her lower lip and squared her
shoulders, feeling mighty sinew ripple and tense along her shoulders,
thickening their already broad base. At
last she paused, wishing more than anything to see what she looked like as she
stretched a hand before her, looking down the outside of it. She could feel minute pulses of blood pumping
throughout her whole body, and with each pump, she grew stronger. While she stood there, she suddenly noticed
that she really didn’t feel heavy anymore.
She actually felt so light that should the barest of breezes come along,
she feared that it might blow her over.
But that couldn’t be right. She
must weigh perhaps five hundred pounds now, at the least.
From where her arms was stretched out she merely
clenched her fist, and she watched her arm swell minutely as only her tendons
tensed, though the whole length of it briefly became even more defined. Perhaps
eight hundred and fifty pounds, she thought, and then cupped each of her titanicly
swollen breasts.
These must
weigh a hundred pounds each at least, a voice in her head said.
Both had become so rounded and so firm, that they
felt like more than just breasts. She
felt muscle lining their massive swells, especially about her teats. While she stood there, she managed a feat of
control with the bundles of muscle beneath them, and lifted one breast apart
from the other by sheer flexing alone.
That was something perhaps no normal woman could ever do without some
strange genetic anomaly.
It felt wonderful nonetheless, and she smiled in
spite of herself. But she still wanted
to see what she looked like now.
But, as it so happened to occur, some consciousness
allowed her that view in a rather odd form.
She suddenly heard the sound of falling water off in the distance. It sounded crystalline, clear, and pure. She also suddenly felt very thirsty. And hungry.
Her stance shifted and she twisted forward into a
light skipping-trot, which soon brought her before a small waterfall cascading
through a hole in the trees. The stream
it created crossed across the path and back into the forest, where the
shrubbery quickly filled in on all sides to block her following it. But framing that waterfall, instead of sharp
rocks, were instead huge crystal formations, the biggest of which formed a huge
flat surface right behind the wall. A
combination of effects must’ve come together to be able to reflect her image in
the water, of mist rising from where the waters hit the ground, of the light
reflecting off of the crystal from above, to the water itself. But there it was, her image reflected
perfectly as if it were a huge mirror.
Diyana realized that she hadn’t blinked in several
long moments as she saw the woman that couldn’t quite possibly be her. Only in storybooks and in comics do people
get the way she was, and then only the men ever seemed to get this large. But she was a woman, and there her image
stood. At least seven feet in height,
she looked at herself and marveled at how beautiful she had become. And how strong.
Her features had softened and sharpened in all the
right places to make her unbelievably beautiful and exotic, even to her own
eyes… and a woman was usually the first to criticize her own appearance. Her bright green eyes shone like oriental
emeralds within the gentle features that framed them, and her frost white hair,
once having been only a short cropping about her head, now hung down to her
bottom in a long wet stream.
Her shoulder breadth must’ve been at least a meter
across, and her arms had become huge, thick bunches of muscle and sinew. She flexed one of them, watching as her
biceps there both swelled to push against one of her breasts, growing so large
that they again became the same size as her breast! And her breasts had become so large, that she
believed that there wasn’t a bra size large enough to be able to support
them. They’d become so large now that
when she tried to encircle them with both her arms, she could barely get her
fingertips to touch.
She smiled in spite of herself, lifting one side of
her hips and dipping a shoulder so that she could look at herself in a sensual
light, and laughed when she found how easy it was that it could be obtained.
Her still wet shirt, that bound her bodice so
tightly, was beginning to show stretch marks, the wet silk cloth remaining
plastered about her flesh, showing off her nipples, which both had swollen
along with her breasts. Her hand lifted
to caress the pink flesh gently, creating small circles over the silken cloth
that covered them. The areolas were both
larger, more firm, and in the cool air and in a growing state of sensuality,
both had crowned slightly beneath her shirt.
The nipples they supported, however, hardened till they ached underneath
her gentle caresses, and she gave a small sigh before her hand dropped to cover
her crotch.
She was beginning to feel the desire for a man in
her now. She never really had spread her
legs for anyone before, not even Anthony.
But as she felt her throbbing clitoris, pressed between the folds of her
crotch, she really wanted to lie on her back and have some powerful man make
her into a bonfire woman. But the moment
of elation passed, but before it did, she realized something. Quickly hooking a thumb into the upper rim of
her panties, she rotated her hips and pulled it open slightly so that she could
look at her crotch underneath the tight and wet patch of blue fabric.
Her vaginal mound had become smooth and hairless,
and a quick check in other portions of her body told her that she was
completely hairless below the brow line.
She had thought that she might’ve had growth like her hair had
experienced, but with the rest of her body, under her arms, and definitely
between her legs. But even under her
arms it was smooth and absent of even peach fuzz let alone stubble.
Again, she chuckled at the mirth of this new
development. Holding the front of her
panties down with the tips of her fingers, she lightly gave her crotch a light
squeeze, feeling the slick wetness, the hairless smoothness. And then slipping the thinning piece of blue
cloth back over her cunt, she swing swung around again to restart her
journey. It was there where she stopped,
however, as she was able to look over her shoulder at the reflection.
Huge, powerful muscle groups that formed striations
all along her back, super defined every square inch of her back, which tensed
and flexed with even the minute act of breathing. Slowly, she lifted her arms, her huge, Titaness
breasts lifting high with the action, while she stared wide-eyed at the lumps
and mounds upon her back intensified.
She had to think about it for a moment or two, but she managed to flex
those muscles, and stopped as she heard some tearing. The reflection showed three rips beginning
against her back, but when she lowered her arms, she found that another had
formed underneath each arm from the hem of her blouse, while the front had torn
down the neckline a little, as well as across her breasts.
Nibbling upon her lower lip, she tried to be careful
so as not to loose what little amount of her clothing she had left, but instead
twisted her head again, upon neck muscles that simply went straight to her
shoulders now instead of down and out like before this whole thing started.
The back of her panties had fully recessed between
her cheeks, which instead of being super defined, were instead full and rounded
just like her breasts. That was until
she clenched one of them, and watched as it broke into not two, but three super
defined masses lined with creases of their own.
Yet another thing she had always thought that only men could only
obtain.
Jutting out her but like some stripper wanting
attention, she viewed the bulge that was her pussy protected only by the
smallest of triangular patches. Before,
that patch could’ve covered not only her crotch, but most of her pelvis too.
Her legs were now rather thick she found even as she
turned to her side, bulging even more so that her arms were, with each being
thicker than her whole body used to be, and practically as tall. Powerful, bulging calves led into long
extensions toward her feet, which still appeared small in comparison to
herself, but she knew they had grown at least twice the size they used to be. Her thighs were bulky and just plain huge,
and were well defined like the rest of her body, especially upon the insides of
her legs where all the tendons lanced from her crotch and pelvis.
And then turning forward again, she viewed her
glorious front yet again, admiring her sizeable breasts for a time before her
hands brushed against her stomach. It
was then that she realized that her body had lengthened, with her abdominals
becoming so defined that she felt as if a washboard now decorated her front
beneath her breasts. Eight bulging
masses of muscle compacted her stomach which was then framed by four more; and
those framed by the top of her hips. Her
hips flared practically as wide as her shoulders before leading into her thick
legs.
Just for fun, she accomplished several poses,
ranging from sultry to exhibitionist – like those women on those bodybuilding
shows did – to the sensual. And she
found herself laughing at herself after awhile.
She looked at her figure for a couple more minutes
after that, making the wish that she could retain that form when she woke up
before she got in close to the image, her teats disturbing the water so that
she could look closer to her face. But
then she stepped into the water to wash herself off of the sweat and grime that
had been gathering upon her, opening her mouth to drink her fill before she
stepped out again. A cascade flowed
between the press of her two breasts, flowing down the center of her stomach
before flowing off in rivulets between her legs. She wrung her long hair free of the water
that had just drenched it before throwing the length back over her shoulder
again and sliding both her hands back against her head to smooth it all back.
She didn’t know if one could become hungry in a
dream, but she was nonetheless.
It was ironic, that the only food she could find
were those same giant-jellybean-looking pieces of fruit. This time, she was able to simply lift one
hand and easily pull it from its stem.
As she took a bite out of the fruit, she reflected upon that there were
many things happening to her in this… very strange… world of dreams that she’d
never experienced in a dream before.
There was color, for one thing. She had never dreamed in color. And there was so much detail in this world as
well. Her eyes lifted to the trees, and
she saw that she could even see the veins inside their leaves, and on top of
that, she could see the pores.
There were other things too. She could taste, she could smell, she could
hear, she could feel... And that was the biggest thing, as far as she knew, no
one felt inside of a dream. She pinched
herself, then and found that it did draw a slight sting from her fingers.
Either all
this is real, or this is the best drug in the
world. She looked down at the
half-eaten fruit in her hand, which was much smaller now that she was so
big. But shrugging her indifference, she
simply continued on and ate the rest of it, again leaving only the leaves
uneaten before she continued on down the path.
For the first time she realized that she must’ve
traveled miles from where she had started.
Perhaps tens of miles. It felt
like hours had gone by since then and there had been that brief period where
she’d been chasing after that stag. Her
legs were so strong now, and her stamina so unstoppable, she imagined that she
had traveled at least as much distance as she had before she met the stag.
Now, she’d traveled so far into this dream world
where there were now shadows of other trees past those lining her root-bordered
pathway, as well as the occasional glow of an animal’s eyes. Her form had settled into a long stride where
each foot would swing around and in front of the other; a very graceful stride
despite her newly acquired bulk, very purposeful, where her hips would swing
with each step. She also noticed that
she was walking on the balls of her feet instead of her heals, touching down
toes first and then heel, instead of the other way around. The weight against her chest also seemed to
be staying stationary as well, though that could be the fault of her blouse
that every now and again brought a brief tearing sound as she exhaled.
Looking down at the great bulges, she suddenly had
the desire, simply to yank the constrictive silk off her bodice, but thought
she’d keep it a little longer. For
decency sake
And then something changed within the world. It wasn’t anything that could normally be
felt through her regular senses, but rather a heaviness in the air as
something… magical… settled around her.
And then there was quiet.
There had been many sounds within the forest before
this, and now there was nothing but a heavy silence in the air. Despite her newly gained size, Diyana
suddenly became very frightened.
She was a city girl, and the only time she had been
in a forest was her visit to
And then there was light up ahead… a dull glow like
the moon shining indirectly against tall grasses, and she slowed in
apprehension.
Is this the
end of my dream? She asked herself, pausing in
her step for a moment. And then taking a
deep breath, which was briefly accompanied by more ripping from her blouse, she
stepped forward toward the light.
She felt change in the flow of reality about her,
felt it slow to something close to a stop, allowing her to see shimmering light
coming from the mist droplets and dust falling from the canopy. Her feet still carried her onward without
pause while her bodice was brushed by the touch of these shiny motes, and then
she began to feel the feelers of vines hanging from above sliding against her
flesh.
Her breathing quickened practically with each step,
until finally she pushed aside a collection of hanging vines like a bead
doorway, and stepped into a room that seemed as if it were grown instead of
hewn from rock or stone. There she
gasped at the site, seeing the tree where her journey had began; resting there
in exactly the same way as it had been when she had left it. She had come full circle, right back to where
she started, but from as best as she could tell, this was the only exit.
It was the same as it had been when she had left it,
with the same towering trees whose branches laced so closely together above
that they seemed to create a solid seal.
The same vines and trailers dangled from it and the same root system
seemed to fill the floor of the room; and at its center, there was the same
tree.
But there was one difference however. That tree, the center tree, now held a
delicate glow about it.
Diyana stood amazed for a moment, her chest heaving
against the taught fabric binding it, her bosom now so full that the tops and
bottoms were trying to escape about the edges of her shirt. She took a step forward, feeling something
within the pit of her stomach, a gentle clenching, as if she were being filled
with something. She took another step
and became aware of a growing excitement inside of her that was purely sensual,
and her hands lifted to her middle to press against the taught flesh over her navel.
More of the
effects of the fruit? She thought. Is it
an aphrodisiac too? Did I just make a
mistake in eating more of it?
Indeed, the feeling from before, when her journey had first started, was
returning to her, but in a force many times greater.
Her loins ached now, her clitoris engorged to its
fullest and pressing against the inside of the patch over her crotch.
She felt a new moistness between her legs while her
teats grew erect and ridged, rapidly becoming engorged with blood as they rose
against her chest. And then she held her
breath, feeling her excitement clench between her legs, and swell the folds of
her womanhood.
And then she heard it, a slight crackling sound.
It took her a few moments to realize that it was a
tearing sound, and arching her back and lifting her chest, she saw just in time
as great open tears formed about her breasts.
Her swollen bosom pushed outward, filling to its fullest to display her
erect elation in full view. Holes within
her shirt slid her breasts outward as the cloth suddenly slipped flatly against
her chest, but her blouse continued to rend and tear in every direction. With a final series of snaps and pops, the
last of the seams broke open, and her pair of mighty breasts swelled and
contracted unabated against her chest.
Diyana lifted her hands to caress her front then, smiling bemusedly at
her tits now that they rested unrestrained against her chest.
Her breasts spread and then parted, resting
perfectly, solidly upon her chest even without the fabric there. She was growing again she knew, an ever so
slight thickening of her form, each little muscle swelling only a little bit,
but even that was enough to break what was left of her shirt.
There was more tearing, and her back between her
shoulders broke open in three places, the tears widening steadily until the
back also parted. She swallowed,
wondering if that was all that was growing, but the tearing didn’t end. The thickness of her shoulders to her armpits
was also thickening, and soon what was left of her shirt simply fell off in
tatters, instead of having to slide down her arms.
Amazing, she thought absently while
her heart seemed to meet the pace of a bird’s wings inside of her chest; each
pump slamming her womanhood with a powerful throb, and forced her teats to
quiver against her chest.
The moistness between her legs quickly became a
wetness.
She caressed her sides from chest to hips, sliding
her hands over her sensuous form. A sigh
escaped from within her voluminous form with the force of a new feeling that
shot through her loins, something she had never felt before now, but she knew
she wanted to feel it again… and again… and again.
And then something new caught her attention, which
pulled her straight out of all her sensuous feelings.
Her eyes slid to the tree, and then widened as she
saw its bark writhe and churn briefly until it turned white. Immediately thereafter, its coloring from
leaf tip to root tip turned a silvery white, and it shone with a brilliant
light that shed feelings of warmth and love, all the while giving warmth to her
chilled body.
She gasped at it, standing dumb and awestruck at it
as it shone for practically a whole minute.
And then its light broke away from the bark like a shock wave, filling
the whole room and leaving the living tree again in its place. The chamber was filled with light and
sparkling motes like falling snow, which decorated her bodice and hair in a
light, sparkling film. Again, her
breathing quickened, her chest filling and emptying in rapid succession as she
watched the spectacle, not even prepared for what happened next.
The tree began to breathe.
She couldn’t quite explain it as anything else. It swelled and thinned, and there was the
hollow sound of wind about the chamber that actually swirled her hair about her
form. And then she noticed that with
each swell, a portion of it reshaped, and with each thinning that shape seemed
to contort as if something from the inside were being pushed out.
And then, she saw a bulbous protrusion rise away
from the Y in the branches leading from the trunk, and all of a sudden, she
understood the shape that was forming.
Especially after a pair of eyes opened to look at her from within the
protrusion.
Icy blue eyes, but full of warmth and love, looked
at her as a definite masculine form pushed out of the trunk of the tree. His arms were raised above his head, laying
it seemed upon the Y of the crotch of the tree, while its legs and body
continued to crease and shape from the trunk and roots. The branches quickly sunk low into the body,
its leaves forming his hair while creating patches over either shoulder. Finally, his arms separated, branches
combining into fingers trunk splitting into legs while the rest of the trunk
pushed on into the inside of the body to give it mass.
Finally, this creature stepped forward, dragging
some of the roots, but leaving a crown at the center where he had once stood,
where the surface roots he had been connected to had been connected to all the
other trees.
Diyana’s heart was now doing a dull thud with each
beat inside of her chest, and she felt as if her breathing had stopped all
together.
This faceless creature stepped out of the ring of
roots, and took a step or two toward her, tilting its head to one side while
his form continued to shape and mold.
Something inside of her forced her to breathe once before she died, and
she took a quick, ragged breath before she became motionless again.
Its blue eyes – solid and bright, and absent of
pupil or iris – looked her from head to foot even as its features continued to
form, and she watched in child like wonder as a handsome face erected
itself. A pair of high arching ears
flared outward from the side of its head, piercing the leaves that acted as his
hair and splitting them on either side as the points of the ears lifted. The face pushed outward, forming first a
mouth that started in a smile, and then a nose, before melding a strong cheek
and jaw around it. Eyebrows and other
features formed while she stood perfectly still, folding her hands over her
thighs as the creature stepped off to one side, and began to circle her.
And then he touched her. But this wasn’t just an idle touch. Rather she felt a pair of soft wooden fingers
touch the base of her crotch and then slide charmingly over her butt cheek,
cupping it before dragging a pair of fingers over her navel.
She began breathing suddenly almost to the point of
hyperventilating as this being made one full circle of her, ending up much
closer to her that when he had started.
But then she looked into his eyes.
Such, beautiful, blue within blue
eyes, she thought as it took a step back from her, his form continuing to
shape.
He touched her again, caressing the front of her
chest then, and she felt his touch slide enticingly about her areola. Then he smiled at her. It wasn’t a lustful smile… well, not
really. It held more affection than
lust.
Such loving
eyes. Her
mind continued to muse, and she barely regarded his hands still on her
breasts. Then all of a sudden, she
didn’t feel anxious anymore. She felt
safe again. That is, until he lifted a
hand and offered it to her to take. Five
fingers rapidly developed as she looked down at the wooden thing, while a thick
gauntlet began to form out of his forearms.
She looked him over, wondering what she should do,
noting his smile, his loving blue eyes, so inviting. He was at least as tall as she was, but he
lacked the muscle mass she had, and being that the finer details about his body
were forming, she doubted that he’d grow any larger. But being a magical tree as he was, she
believed that it could if it wanted to.
Hesitantly, she took a step forward; lifting a hand
to place it in his before her eyes looked him over again. It was then that she noticed the knot of wood
at the base of his developing abdomen, and she licked her lips as she watched
that begin to develop.
Then she took another step forward and reached
further outward, feeling emotions play through her heart, of overwhelming love,
of tender goodness coming from this thing, and she suddenly felt incensed. Her body shook with nervousness as she
finally reached out and took his hand, and she felt his fingers tenderly curl
about the tips of her own, his thumb sliding across the back of her knuckles…
almost tenderly.
She felt needed, she felt wanted, and his searching
eyes looking over her bodice as if he couldn’t believe that she stood before him made her feel as if she were a goddess in his eyes. What was even better was when she saw that
knot between his legs begin to extend, and she felt her teeth bite down upon
her bottom lip in a strange excitement.
Talk about
getting wood! She chuckled inwardly as she stared down at
it.
He pulled her closer, his wooden fingered touch
settling upon her hip as he gave the inside of her thigh a light caress. And then came the other hand, a light touch,
a delicate brush of the knuckles, as he drew in closer to her, pressing against
her bosom.
She felt as if she were going to swoon, feeling her
heart flutter against his touches while he continued to draw ever closer to her
so that their eyes met. She held her
breath, feeling something press against her abdomen, knew very well exactly
what it was, and then watched as he bent his head to kiss her lightly on the
throat.
Her eyes closed a little as she felt his heart thumping
against her own, and she mutely awed that a plant had a heartbeat. But then he drew away, and she watched a
strange transformation occur. All along,
his form had been morphing, transitioning from that aged tree, to this being of
otherworldly beauty. From the general
wooden mold, it was as if some unseen hands were shaping his form with a very
steady hand at the knife… whittling him slice by slice, from general form to
specific.
But he just kept getting specific, until at last
full features, even pores in his bark like skin. She didn’t think that he could possibly get
more real than he was now until she watched his form suddenly become soft with
a ripple, and then go from its deep brown, to white, to peach, to tanned. And then there was flesh, where there had
once been bark. Where there had been
leaves, there was hair, while the patches over either shoulder disappeared.
Though she held more muscle mass than he, he was
strong and as tall as she… and… and
gorgeous, she thought inwardly, and swallowed her heart so that it could
continue beating again.
Something warm and fleshy rose between her legs, and
she gasped at the feel of it before quickly drawing away to see what it
was. And there it was, in all its
masculine glory. Thick and rounded, long
and pulsating, and getting thicker,
she noted. She was getting her
wish. She was going to finally be loved; or sexed like an animal, she told
herself, but both prospects appealed to her.
There was an apologetic look within his features as
he stepped forward again, and she felt a tightening within her bodice as he
again clasped his now fleshy hands about her waist. There was a sheathe of bark around either of
his forearms, as well as his forelegs, she noticed as he approached.
Again he kissed her, again drew close enough where
she could feel his heart beating over hers, but this time when his lips met her
skin, they were over her own lips. A
soft passionate kiss that was unlike the ones Anthony had ever given her. She felt love within its embrace, she felt
caring and a desire to please within that kiss, and for all the world, she felt
herself returning it.
She felt dizzy for a moment, then his lips left hers
and she found him supporting her weight, one of his arms wrapping around her
narrow waist to hold her up. She could
feel his other hand delicately caressing the thick pad that was now her
sternum.
She stared breathlessly up at him, looking over the
great swell of her bosom that had lifted up closer to her neck in her position,
feeling his strength while he held her.
He was admiring her. Such a
creature was admiring her. The only thing men had ever admired of her
before was her money. She’d always
thought she was a little beautiful, but being rich had sometimes warped that
fact. Her beauty was just an added
benefit to them.
He caressed her face with the tip of a finger then,
and then twisted his hand to slide the backs of his knuckles against her cheek
and then her neck. She swallowed,
practically staring up at him as his hand twisted again to slide across her
breasts, enticing her nipples until they ached even more. She clenched the folds of her crotch so
tightly that it ached too, and within her ears, she could hear it clench, like
tendons grinding.
He then slid that soothing touch down her front,
straight down the middle of her ribbed stomach, over her sunken belly button
and came to rub her pelvis just beneath it.
Then she felt another touch there, larger than a thumb, and warm, and
her breathing quickened immediately as its tip slid over the already stretched
fabric protecting her womanhood. Then
there was a light popping sound, like reed being cut in half with a serrated
knife, and she felt something giving way about her middle. Her eyes looked over her mountainous breasts
to see one of the straps over her panties finally giving way.
Her host looked down at the flopping piece of
fabric, and then back to look at her eyes again. Though only a single muscle changed within
his cheek, it looked as if his smile changed into one of knowing intent. She bit her lower lip nervously before his
gaze again returned to look at her womanhood, a mere split in her flesh now
that it was stretched so tight down there.
Timidly, she lifted her leg as if to slide the triangular piece of
fabric back into place. But what
remained of her panties slid off her high-arching hip and found its way to her
leg. But there, in her attempt to move
the bit of cloth back into place, the minute flexing of her inner thigh muscles
tensed what remained. All the stresses that
had been upon the thick seam at the base of the triangular patch were finally
over-stressed at the point of where its back met the front. One stitch after the next stretched and
snapped before the elastic on the remaining strap snapped over her hip and to
her backside. Finally sighing in
resignation, she relaxed her bottom and what remained of her panties tumbled to
the ground, fully revealing the soft folds of her femininity.
She managed to look shy and abashed as she lifted a
leg and slid it over the other, feeling his loving eyes slide over this newly
bared part of her body. Then she felt
the tip of his finger sliding along the center of the two folds of her crotch,
and she felt the pair of folds thicken suddenly as a rush of blood surged to
it. Swallowing, Diyana felt the odd
experience of her pubic mound clench tightly in apprehension then of what was
happening to her and the desire to help make it happen. Deep down inside her chest, she felt her
heart begin to pound.
And so when he coaxed her to the ground, she laid
backward, reaching upward to feel the contours of his chest, smiling
shyly. His supporting hand behind her
back left to brace his weight, his long hair falling about his handsome face
while her own, still moist as it was, dangled from behind her head. Then there was a touch against her crotch as
he slid his hands enticingly up her pelvis and to her stomach. Gentle and nimble fingers caressed her bodice
as they slid up her body, touching off key spots against her bodice. Finally they came to the base of her chest,
and his thumb and index finger gave a gentle rub over her sternum; now nothing
more than a thick pad of muscle. Then
his hand shifted sideways, and moved over the huge rounded form of her breast,
sliding toward her teat to caress around her swollen areola. There his touch paused before his thumb slid
up and down her erect nipple, which had grown stronger and larger with every
other muscle in her body.
A sigh escaped her lips and she arched her back into
his touch. Her hips rolled of their own
accord, and she felt her knees part slightly.
There was a moment of dizziness before she found
herself upon her back with her new lover bracing himself just above her. Her eyes opened to mere slits to look up at
him, and she felt his hair brushing against her breasts. Her breathing started to slow though her
heart was pounding harder than it had ever done, and she could feel the thing
pounding against her sternum like a jackhammer.
She reached up to touch the stomach of her new lover, feeling the ridges
of his own abdomen as he leaned closer to her, settling in between her breasts
as he lightly lifted a hand to touch her face.
How can he
love me? She asked herself. I’ve
never seen this creature before now, never felt a love growing between us, but
here he was, looking at me as if I was a long lost lover. She felt his touch against the side of her
face, his thumb caressing her cheek before he pulled her upward. In spite of herself, she lifted her head with
his touch, her eyes slowly closing while her mouth parted, and she let him kiss
her. And
on top of it all, I think I love him.
It must’ve been the shortest courtship in history.
She had awoken a day ago as a young woman, shy,
scrawny but rather cute, with all the money in the world it seemed. That day she had gotten in a plane crash when
her pilot abandoned her, and she had barely survived that. And so, when she had gone to sleep this
night, she was still the young and impressionable woman she had always
been. Could so much have happened in a
dream?
Diyana felt her thighs part slowly as his fingers
slid back down her stomach, his touch alighting against her belly button and
back onto the taught realm of flesh beneath her navel. His fingers then descended to the rapidly
thickening mound of flesh between her legs, and cupped it just as a sticky
moistness burst inside of her. Her legs
were parted wide as he caressed either side of her crotch, caressing the highly
muscled insides of her thighs, while his thumb touched off the engorged
clitoris that was peeking out through where the twin folds met. It throbbed ecstatically, and she opened her
eyes and rocked her hips as he knelt between her legs.
His hands took hold of her waist again, and while
she lay there, her legs parted wide for him, he continued to touch her stomach,
and then lowering himself to her, gently and delicately kissed her
sternum. And the hunching backward on
himself, he came to her pelvis, and for a moment she felt the tip of his
tongue, moist and warm, lick her flesh before a cool air blew over it. A wave of goose bumps assailed hr body.
Then he slid back, and then his mouth descended upon
her virginity.
He tasted her, probed her with his tongue, and gave
a gentle suction that pulled her elation to the forefront. Her back arched tremendously as she rolled
her hips to his mouth, her arms rising up to her elbows while she caressed her
own tits and pushed them together with ecstasy.
And then, when he had received the sweet taste of her vaginal fluids, he
ascended her again with his kissed until he rose up again to look down at
her. Her chest practically vibrated as
she breathed so quickly, and she watched him through half-slitted eyes, seeing
him smile down at her.
And then she felt a hand alight against her navel
and the other against her hip, and with one final look down at her, he ever so
calmly leaned forward into her.
She realized what had recently been a branch that
had grown out of a knot of wood, was now pressing deeply inside of her bodice,
parting the walls of her femininity apart, and probing deeply into her. She also realized that inside of her, that
mass continued to grow, filling the inside of her with a throbbing mass that
sent a course of pleasure through her with each beat of his heart. The folds of her crotch continued to swell as
his manhood continued to spread her hardening folds, all the while pushing her
nib upward against the walls and trapping it there. Each throbbing beat caused the whole of the
thing to extend and swell in excitement inside of her, and there, inside her,
it beat her engorged clit senseless with greater and greater ferocity.
She sighed with the pleasure as he leaned forward,
bracing his weight to her side with one hand.
The touch of his other hand began to massage what part of her breast he
could, which, she found, was the portion bearing her fully erect teat. The moistness of the inside of his mouth
began at the tip of his tongue, a subtle taste of her womanhood. He then backed off, blew a cool breath upon
it like he did before to force it even more erect, before he descended again to
suckle from her tit.
A desire struck her as she sat up, wanting to feel
his form against her bodice. Her legs
bent to help her kneel upon his lap, her hips continuing to rock as he probed
her bodice with his mouth. As she
embraced him though, she felt her hand brush along his spine, which was still a
realm of overlapping wooden plates, and she smiled at the fact that she was
making love to a vegetable.
When she tried to kiss him, she found that his mouth
was already there to meet hers. However
she wanted to be satisfied, he did it, sometimes even before she realized in
which way she wanted it done. And all
those myths about men not being to be able to perform for as long as a woman
wanted, he destroyed.
When she wanted rest he remained beside her, still
caressing her form, still making her feel ever so good. All those things a debutante never knew about
being a woman, he taught her, he brought it out of her. Every caress he gave brought her womanhood
alive.
All through that night, she learned what love was,
and knew that if she ever did get out
of here, even if she wanted to, she would never be able to go back to
Anthony. She had fallen in love with
this creature, she wanted to be with him, he was the first ever to part her
legs, and she wanted him to be the last.
All through the night, the two of them loved until
it hurt, until at last she collapsed against him, her breasts split to either
side of his body while he continued to caress and love her.
And so she fell asleep, being loved and caressed and
soothed and enticed by her new mate.
6
Diyana awoke again within the real world, her eyes
opening rather sleepily with her head pillowed upon her crossed arms. For the first time since the thousands of
days she had awoken, she felt herself orgasm, and a sticky burst of moisture
broke from her legs. She gave a soft
sigh while her thighs as well as her abdomen quickly became moist, and she
closed her eyes as the effects of whatever dream she had had completed its
course.
What a dream, she thought; still keeping
her eyes closed as she lifted her arms to stretch, and sensuality brought forth
the desire to rub her crotch against whatever was pressing against her mid
section, a root perhaps. Her hips
rocked, but didn’t move, but rather she felt something hard, press on the
inside of her vaginal wall.
Her eyes snapped open, and she immediately laid back
to see what could possibly be doing that, only to find that she was completely
naked. Not only that, she still held her
powerful form that she had developed last night.
It wasn’t a
dream! She
gasped inwardly, lifting her hands to look at them. Powerful muscles swelled with every little
twitch of her fingers, and then her eyes lowered to her breasts. Two, powerfully built mounds extended out
from her chest, each dotted with a broad disk, and crowned with a tiny
nib. She caressed her breasts, feeling
her crotch suddenly tighten as the elation hit her, and then she quickly slapped
her hands to her crotch to stop it. It
was then that she felt the thing projecting into her body, piercing her vaginal
mound to rise deep inside her. She
swallowed, and then slowly withdrew, extending her powerful legs muscles,
feeling wave after wave of erotic joy overtake her as the knob on the inside of
her body slid against the walls of her insides.
Within the few seconds that it took her to pull only
a few scant inches back, she felt her nipples harden and her clitoris become
engorged. A slight grunt and a groan
escaped her throat when its end got caught on her clenching pubic mound, and
she finally had to rock her hips again and then push herself gently off its end
to free herself. When she finally did,
it was like the cap being removed from a hot radiator. Some strange substance, wet and milky, but
not sticky, splattered her thighs, hands, navel, as well as the base of her
bottom and the underside of her breasts.
The suddenness of its warmth caused her to fall
backward onto the soft ground and she felt a tingling enticing her body even
more.
She pushed herself up with one hand her eyes darting
to the thing that had just recently been inside of her, and she watched the end
of some root spurt the same milky fluid that decorated her lower bodice. It creamed over its tip, which she couldn’t
help but think, reminded her of a man’s schlong, and it stood there for a
moment as it drained of its fluids.
Then, right in front of her eyes, it quivered once and then quickly
retracted back into the root.
She gasped suddenly, filling her lungs, feeling
excited and frightened at the same time, and her eyes lifted and followed the
length of the root to the tree that fathered it. It was the same that had become that magnificent
form of a man last night, the same that had pleasured her so completely last
night.
Now she stood, facing her lover, who had once again
become a tree, bright and beautiful, tall and majestic.
It was then she realized that there was light within
this miraculously grown cave that she
was in, and she turned briefly to look over her shoulder, and indeed there was
light filtering through the trees a far distance away. But even that, was enough to cause the whole
cave to glow.
She turned back to the tree, and stepped toward it,
lifting a hand to brush a few stray strands of her now dry hair away from her
eyes. The closer she got to it the
warmer she felt, a loving warmth that even now embraced her. It wasn’t the sensual warmth she felt last
night, but rather a wondrous, loving intent that meant only to wrap her in
it. To hug and cuddle with her.
She came so close to it that her breasts split
against its thick trunk, the palms of her hands pressing against its bark. Right then, the love intensified, and she
could’ve sworn that she felt a heart beating against hers again, and she
pressed her head against its bark. And
then she pressed her crotch against it, and smiled happily at the feeling of
warmth she felt.
I’m never
going back. She heard herself think.
And as if in response to her thought, she felt
something press between her legs, and then rise up inside of her, and she
smiled merrily as, even in his tree form, her new lover attempted to pleasure
her. She was drifting off into that
self-same pleasure, feeling her elation rise again, feeling her bodice growing
stronger again as she was empowered by it.
But just then, there was a scream, and a short spear
thudded against the ground just beside her thigh. Her head turned and saw a shadow running at
her. She didn’t think. She just lifted her hand and mugged the
perpetrator, knocking her to the ground.
Diyana then pushed herself off of the rod jutting between her thighs,
and then stepped back to pull the short spear from the earth. But when she turned, her attacker was there
again, and the metal spear points – both as long as their hafts – clashed together
like knives.
That would’ve been enough to keep her from being
beaten, but then she felt the point of another spear against her sternum,
enough to where it drew blood.
It was then that she saw her attacker.
It was a woman, a young one though, perhaps sixteen
years old or so, but impressively muscled, though not like Diyana was. All her muscle mass seemed to have been
earned, instead of given to her through some strange dream like Diyana, and she
watched as she poised to strike her down should she move any more.
Looking down at the blade disappearing beneath the
realm of her breasts to press against her sternum, and then up to the young
woman Diyana dropped the blade in her hands.
She had seen that look many times before, and knew there would be no
arguing with eyes like that. Thankfully,
her father was the one who usually had it, and only when dealing with his
opponents.
Ever so slowly, Diyana lifted her hands away from
the blade against her chest, bowing her head a little in submission.
The maiden then gestured for her to walk with the
edge of her other short spear, retreating backward to the entrance to retrieve
a large shield with more of the blades stuck within leather bindings along its
length. Then, taking up a satchel and
slinging it over her head and shoulder, she gestured for Diyana to proceed her.
The walk was a long one, and Diyana was forced to
keep her hands above her head for the whole time. That didn’t bother her, nor did walking
barefoot, or, for that mater, neither did gravity! Even after what felt like an hour’s journey,
she was still full of energy.
Amidst their journey, her captor kept trying to push
her forward, spouting various words in a different tongue that sounded unlike
any language she had ever heard before.
But in the hour that their journey lasted – or was it two? – Diyana was
able to perceive the words in which her captor was using.
“Get… moving!”
she said for the hundredth time while shoving her forcefully in the back. She
said very little else.
Diyana knew that though she was unarmed, and
unarmored – and unclothed for that matter – she knew she could take this
maiden. Knew she was faster, stronger,
smarter, and more patient than this girl, and within the time she had been with
her, being led forward, she had learned a lot of her mannerisms. But if she did fight her, she was afraid what
she was now capable of. To be so strong
that gravity didn’t even effect you,
what could her fist do to a creature of flesh and blood?
And when had she considered herself more than that?
But when they finally emerged out of the rainforest,
it was into a large clearing that was protected on all sides, including up, by
the trees. These trees, being so tall
here, their canopy must’ve been maybe ten or twenty stories up! At the center, however, was a mighty stone
pyramid set in the block style of the South Americans. The whole thing was very colorful, very
bright, and very beautiful, as if it were still kept up. And despite her newly heightened senses, it
still took her some time to see that there were other people here. And as she looked at them, she saw that not a
man existed among them.
Amazons, she thought inwardly before
getting a sharp jab in the back with the maiden’s spear to make her move
again. The older women here were equally
as well built as she herself was. But
the younger ones, those maidens that she believed were yet to become women, to
have their first period, or were still developing breasts, were long and
slender, and all quite beautiful. Her
captor seemed to be of the later of these, though she was perhaps the strongest
of them all.
There was pride involved here somehow, she thought,
turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder at the girl.
“Eyes forward!” she said quickly, and Diyana got yet
another jab in the back.
Remarkably… all those many jabs had yet to draw
blood from her. All that muscle must be so tough and hard that it was like natural
armor… and though soft, her skin must’ve strengthened as well. She thought for a moment. I no
longer am flesh and blood.
That was another new addition to her form; she was
sure now once she had run that through her mind. It was as if she had developed a soft rhino
hide, making her skin so tough that not even a sharp spear point could pierce
her skin. Oh, it still hurt. Oh yes, and she wanted to whirl around and
break the blade, but the maiden had at least half a dozen other ones in that
shield and who knows if her whole body was protected. On top of that, what if all these other women
were to attack her as well. She might be
able to take the maidens, but the full amazons?
She was marched down the slope and through an
ancient looking village, perhaps Mayan or
Aztec, she considered. But the
further she walked through it, and the more attention she drew, the more and
more she became confirmed that there wasn’t a single male among them. A man who’d walk into this place would be
partying until two thousand ninety nine.
There also seemed to be an Egyptian background here
as well.
The whole village, however, seemed to be devoted to
womanhood in all its forms, and the forest respected it. Birds of paradise formed nests here, vines,
creepers and trailers of roots broke the sidewalks, and everything was
beautiful.
At a circular break in the path they were taking,
there was a wonderful, and practically alive in its realism, statue positioned
in the center. It displayed a woman in a
sensual display, arms folded behind her head, standing erect with hips cocked
slightly and one knee jutted forward.
But her body, chiseled from what seemed like a single slab of rock that
must’ve weighed several tons, was made to make her look even more muscled than Diyana
herself was.
Diyana looked in awe at the thing before receiving
another jab against her back, but in the time that she did view it, she was
able to see a lot of the detail of the sculpture. Her features and hair were of such detail
that it seemed like the hands of Michelangelo had done it. Her breasts were full and rounded, each
larger than her head, and crowned with a rather detailed nipple and areola,
both erect. Each muscle was ridge
perfectly, even down to the folds of her crotch… complete with erect clitoris.
The artist had been very detailed, and Diyana
wondered if one of the side effects of those fruits also included an enhanced
libido. So far that seemed like it. Looking down to her chest, she saw that her
nipples had become nothing but pads again.
But the moment she drew attention to them, both began to erect, her
heart beat increased, and her crotch suddenly felt warm. She lifted her eyes quickly and simply
continued walking.
Then they passed a public bathing pool, a huge thing
dozens of yards wide, long, and probably a good couple of meters deep at the
center. Several of the women there – all
of them fully developed like Diyana herself was, and heavily muscled – pulled
themselves sensually out of the water to watch her go by.
It was definitely easy to tell her from everyone
else, for everyone else had a gentle tan to their skins, with dark hair and
dark eyes. Diyana was as white as one
could get before becoming albino, with white hair, and deep green eyes the
color of jade. All of their eyes were of
the darker colors of brown, gray and the like.
As she walked ever toward the towering monolith that
was the pyramid, more and more maidens and amazons gathered around her, and her
mind started focusing more and more upon what they were saying until she began
to understand. And soon, she picked up
sayings like:
“The white goddess… she’s come.”
“It can’t be… only … legend.”
“She’s so tall… so strong… so full… I hope I get like that after my… “
“She’s loved one of them. Look at her… see the white?”
She felt a smile cross her lips until she got
another jab and a poke in her lower back, and she found herself ascending. As she ascended the steps though, she saw the
crisping whiteness on her lower bodice from her experience with her floral
lover this morning. She wanted to wipe
it away, such a thing was indecent, but there was little she could do with the
spear-jabbing happy little wench behind her.
Ninety-and-nine
steps, she
thought as they came to the top, and entered into the cool chamber at its
peak. There she was pushed inside so
hard that despite her strength, she tumbled forward and caught herself upon her
hands and knees, and strangely, the press of her bosom as well.
If it were another time under lighter circumstances,
her fall being stopped by her chest would’ve been cause to dance with glee at
her womanhood, but now was not the time.
When she pushed herself up to her knees, however, it was to view what
could only be the queen of these amazons.
She sat within a throne made of whicker, with its
arms and back elaborately done. It
looked quite study, which was a good thing.
This woman was easily as large as she herself was, with thick arms and
broad thighs, which were easily as wide as the waist supporting her hips. She wore robes that left her whole front
bare, revealing her ample breasts and a bodice that was still powerfully built
despite the gray streaks over either ear.
Her legs were also parted in her almost lazy reclining position,
revealing her hairless vaginal mound directly at eye level to Diyana.
Then Diyana looked up to the face of the queen.
An elaborate crown of ivory and gold decorated her
brow, with the largest cut sapphire Diyana had ever seen. Framing that mane of golden hair and that
crown, her beauty was offset by a series simple wooden rods projecting out to
the side of her hair. Delicate hands
gently gripped the armrests of the throne, a throne that was too large even for
a full-grown man to fill.
Robes that covered only her shoulders displayed an
emblem of some sort, of a sword and two moons, kind of like the fleur-de-lis,
decorated the overlapping shoulder flares of the robe. But other than her shoulders, the rest of her
body was in full view, and uncovered.
To her sides were four guards, each handling a large
spear with a haft several inches wide and a blade that was the size of a
sword. From head to foot, heir bodies
were decorated with leather bindings and heavy armor that was part living, and
part metal. Like the queen, they too had
the same ornamental sticks projecting from their hair, though they only had
four, with two over either ear, with their long hair held at the back of their
heads in long, complex braids. Each had
the addition of a long sword strapped against their backs.
Diyana reflected upon their appearance, noting the
sticks, and decided that they must be warrior rankings. Apparently this truly was a warrior’s
society.
Turning her eyes back to the queen, Diyana looked on
her, seeing her bosom swell as the muscles beneath them tensed. A conversation then ensued between the maiden
that had captured her, and the queen.
For the whole time they argued she watched the queen
while this older woman watched her from atop her throne. Such an
impressive physique, so powerful, Diyana thought, watching her bodice,
which was in full view of her jade green eyes.
In turn, the queen watched her, unblinkingly for a time, while in the
background, Diyana continued to listen to the conversation, slowly learning
more and more of their language.
Until she was able to understand all.
“But she was in the Grove, my queen… it was my
moment, I’ve been waiting all my life to be able to enter it, and this… this harlot, was there with one of the
forces. An outsider was with one of our Guardian Forces! It was my moment to Ascend, and she…”
“That will do… Anna.” The queen said, and she
finally rose to her feet, her brilliant white gown settling about her
shoulders. She was tall, her crown and
the decorated sticks in her hair practically brushing an eight-foot ceiling.
She approached close enough to Diyana, where to
retain eye contact, Diyana had to lean back, displaying her new muscular body
in all its glory, her full and rounded breasts, and her womanhood, which
immediately clenched for some reason.
And then the queen knelt, and Diyana had little that she could do but
kneel there, her body thrust backward onto her supporting hands while the
queen’s regal robes flayed out about her naked form.
The queen then bent down, looking at something
Diyana couldn’t quite see until she pushed her head to look over the rim of her
breasts. She saw just in time to see the
queen reach forward to finger the white flakes against her abdomen, thighs and
crotch, and she felt her pubic mound clench involuntarily again while the queen
took a flake and tasted it.
“She has been chosen.” She said simply and then
stood and turned in the same movement, forcibly enough where her robe turned
and billowed out behind her.
She went straight to one of the high vaulted windows
along the sides of the chamber, her hands rising to hold the sill.
“B-but what does that mean my queen?” the maiden
known as Anna said as she stepped around Diyana, completely ignoring her.
“It means that Tre’Ent has chosen her to be the Manna
Goddess. Chosen her to be the new
queen.”
“Me?” Diyana said suddenly, and then covered her
mouth quickly. All eyes focused upon
her.
The queen turned to face her, her eyes studying her.
“So you do
know our language after all. I’ve been
watching your eyes, young maiden. I saw
the understanding in them. What do they
call you?”
“No my queen!
She is an outsider, she was sent by the steel demons to deceive us. She defiled the Grove. I was the one Tre’Ent chosen. He accepted me in a dream; called out to
me. That’s why I trained so hard to be
ready for today. I was supposed to be his consort.”
The Queen looked at Anna, her dark eyes calculating
a hundred things in her mind at once.
She too had been blessed with ungodly strength and speed like Diyana
had; she too had been blessed with the increased brainpower. But her decision still came as a surprise.
She walked to the throne, removed her white robe,
and draped it over its front. She then
reached up to her head and removed the crown, allowing her deep chestnut locks
to fall about her shoulders.
“I am not a scholar, and exactly how the legend of
the Manna goddess is to come about is vague at the least.” She said and placed
her crown at the top of the throne behind the headrest. “But I know
Tre’Ent. He has been a great advisor to
me over the years, and for the millennia, in which he has existed, this is the
first time he has ever chosen a mate.
“I’ve been privileged to be able to taste the nectar
that Tre’Ent has given the queens, though usually it is from his fruit.” She
added looking sidelong at Diyana with a meaningful look. “The way it appears on
this maiden suggests that he gave it to her… in another way.
“I must give up my crown today, I must now know to
whom.”
All waited while she dressed herself in some
leathers… pretty much nothing more than a loincloth, leggings and forearm
guards, with a leather jacket that did nothing to cover her bodice completed
the ensemble. She then retrieved a heavy
spear and a round shield before motioning for two of the guards to accompany
her.
“We shall discover who shall be the real Manna
Goddess.”
7
The five of them journeyed back to the cave, or the
Grove, or whatever they called it; and within her greatly enhanced rib cage,
Diyana felt her heart swim with heightening emotions the closer she got to
it. Tre’Ent
was his name, she thought with a smile.
Absentmindedly, she brushed off the flakes that
still decorated her lower bodice once they had set off, and for the longest
time, no one said anything. Movement was
quick however this time, and the only thing that slowed their procession down
was the younger Anna.
The only conversation that ensued between them all
was one question… asked by the Amazon Queen who Diyana had learned was called
Sinead. “What is your name?” she asked, keeping her eyes facing forward.
Diyana was startled for a moment, but managed to
answer. “Diyana.”
“A beautiful name.” She said, not unkindly. That was the last spoken word until they got
to the grove.
Once at the Grove, the guards stayed outside to bar
entrance, while the rest of them entered.
The younger
Anna stepped eagerly into the silent and peaceful cavern; excitement upon her
face as she proceeded forward, but stepped around the center tree. Her hands lifted to her jerking and she
tugged it open, revealing her fully rounded breasts, firm, but they still
jiggled and swayed with her every motion.
Diyana followed her path as she went straight for the largest of all the
trees at the very back of the naturally grown cavern of trees, vines and
leaves.
Diyana and the queen stood side by side, watching
the younger woman removed her loincloth, revealing a fine tawny bush between
her legs before she reached up, and with a lot of work, removed a bulbous fruit
from the branches. Diyana shook her head
as the maiden known as Anna finally used one of her many short spears to cut it
down off its thick vine. Once in her
hands, she dropped both spear and shield, and bit deeply into the juicy fruit,
its liquids spilling down her front, trickling between her breasts before
sliding into her crotch.
“You did not use a blade to retrieve the fruit?” The
queen said beside her while Anna devoured the fruit in both her hands.
Diyana shook her head. “I needed food. I was hungry.
It took some doing but I finally got it down.”
Diyana brushed at her lower abdomen and thighs again
while watching the spectacle, trying to clear more of the white flakes off her
body. In here they were easy to see, for
they glowed slightly. And then, still
watching Anna as she dropped only a half-eaten fruit in a rise of ecstasy and
fell to her knees, the queen continued to ask questions.
“You ate everything?” she questioned again.
Anna’s nipples were hardening, her crotch was
beginning to glisten with moisture.
“Yes,” Diyana answered. “And then I went to sleep,
or at least, I think I went to
sleep. I had another of those fruit in
the dream, and then the creature – Tre’Ent – changed from his tree form and
made love to me for the rest of it. All
night I suppose.” She paused, and looking down between the space of her breasts,
she cupped her crotch with both hands, feeling the strong, tight mound of flesh
clench again beneath her touch. “That’s what this stuff came from I guess.” She
brushed off her bare crotch now, and then paused, her hand still over it as she
remembered last night.
“Which of them is Tre’Ent?”
There were at least a hundred of the trees within
the stand, within this chamber, but Diyana could pick out the one that Tre’Ent
was if she were blindfolded and spun around half a dozen times. She could feel him calling to her now. Her eyes slid sideways to Sinead, before she
stepped away without hesitation. At the
back of the Grove, there was the snapping of something tough and Diyana looked
past her floral lover to see Anna beginning to transform. Already her ribcage had lifted, and her
breasts had swelled to the size of her head.
And then she was there.
Tre’Ent stood tall, and beautiful, radiating his
warmth, and she gingerly reached out to touch him. The next thing she knew, she had pressed
herself up against his bark to embrace him, and the next she knew after that,
he had transformed again to embrace her in turn.
Those tender, leathery hands, the soft kiss on her
forehead, she just wanted to remain there with him for all time.
Sinead was beside her, for the first time, wonder
played against her face.
“Great lord, after all these years, I thought that I
could’ve won your heart. But you,
whoever you are, my lady, you are the luckiest woman alive. I envy you.”
Tre’Ent reached out to gently caress Sinead’s face,
and she bent her head into his touch, but all of his love and affection was
still with Diyana. And she did feel like the luckiest woman alive.
And then there came the sounds of a woman in
pleasure. All of them then turned to
look to Anna again – now large and powerfully built and still growing, finally
being loved by one of the other plant-men of the Grove that had chosen
her. For a young woman to suddenly
become stronger than any other man in the world, and then to be loved by a
virtual force of nature… such a thing was an unimaginable experience. That is until it actually happened. It happened to Diyana, and still she felt as
if she were still in a dream.
The three of them watched the debacle as Anna was
filled with her new mate’s power, her body continuing to grow stronger with
each passing moment, while her new mate sucked from her bosom.
An hour passed.
Anna was finally left laying in muted ecstasy on the floor of the vast chamber;
her legs still spread wide and her body trembling while she cupped one of her
still fully erect nipples. As far as
Diyana was concerned, she knew that the former maiden was definitely satisfied.
Tre’Ent returned to his tree form just as Anna was
getting up, her body moist from sweat, lovemaking and from the moisture of the
cavern. A wonderful, satisfied smile was
against her face as she slid her hands over her breasts, massaging her teats,
and then passed her fingers down to cup her now hairless crotch for a moment. And then her head turned toward Diyana and
the Queen, and a triumphant smile crossed her face as she slowly rose to her
feet, still clasping a hand over her still swollen womanhood, and walked toward
the two of them.
She was tall and beautiful now, holding the same
wonderful bodice that the two of them possessed, rippling with muscle and sinew
that bulged mightily with each little movement.
Like the queen herself, and like Diyana, Anna also sported a mane of
hair that had grown to her bottom, and a body that was completely hairless.
“I come to you as a woman now.” She said with some
mirth, and a little too much superiority. “I have ascended with the power of a
Force of Nature within my loins and within my bodice, and I have ascended
further than any other.
“I now claim my newly acquired right to wear your
crown.”
Sinead stared at Anna before a small, barely
perceptible half smile curled one side of her mouth.
“A woman and an Amazon I do recognize, but you have
not risen enough to become greater than the queen, for the nectar of Tre’Ent
does not yet flow through your veins.”
Anna’s expression shattered. “B-but you saw him take me. You and this bitch both saw him take me. He empowered ME, and no other.”
Again, Sinead stared at Anna, and this time a whole
smile crossed her face. Diyana looked
back and forth between the two, thankful that they were ignoring her for now.
“I saw a Force take you, but he was not Tre’Ent.”
Sinead took a step forward until the two women’s breasts were forced against
one another. “I have tasted of the
nectar of the Great Lord, I know his face.
And how I know how you did not, is that the force that had taken you has
sprung from my own loins. Yes, daughter, my crown does not go to you
just because my son bed you.”
It was then that their eyes finally turned to Diyana,
and she chuckled nervously as she took a step back away from them.
“She is
not even one of us!” Anna screamed. “She is an outsider.”
“Despite that,” Sinead said calmly. “Tre’Ent has
chosen her, not you.”
There were tears beginning up within Anna’s eyes,
and in the next moment, before she knew what was happening, Anna screamed, and
then ran toward Diyana. But in the next
moment, vines flew from everywhere, ensnaring Anna in a web of taught lines
that wrapped about her arms and legs, her waist, neck and body, and then hauled
her away from Diyana. Up into the canopy
she was raised, until she was slammed against the thick bough of a heavy branch
holding the canopy.
There she remained, struggling uselessly despite her
titan’s strength, and then she didn’t fight, and merely groaned with pain as
the vines spread her to a point just short of breaking.
Tre’Ent reformed into that of a force-of-nature, and
the trunk that was till his legs grew to lift him up to eye level with the
young Anna. But there was something
different about him now. He was huge,
immense… a titan in an of himself, with a faceless mask with burning red eyes
staring at the maiden that had just tried to attack his love.
“Don’t hurt her.” Diyana heard herself say and
Tre’Ent looked down at her with soft eyes, their color immediately changing
back to an icy blue.
He had perhaps thought of doing so, but for her, he
did not. And when the other
Force-of-Nature, the one that had made Anna a woman only a few minutes ago,
detached from his own tree, he too rose in a like way as Tre’Ent had. There, one could see his deep, glowing amber
eyes, set into an expression of pleading for the mercy as well. Tre’Ent, however, was a thing of life, and
killing was not his nature, Diyana knew.
Even if he were to hurt Anna, he would not kill her unless it was
needed. And so it was no wonder when he
finally conceded, and the vines unclenched to lower Anna’s form to the ground,
thought letting her fall the final few feet.
The other Force descended to his mate and immediately went to embrace
her, cuddled her as she coughed and groaned with pain.
Tre’Ent lowered himself to the ground, his trunk
rapidly parting and forming into a pair of legs, with a belt formed of wood
remaining in the place of his manhood before he detached from his place of
rest. He then walked over to the pair,
placing a hand on the other Force, and he looked up at his lord with thanks for
not killing the overzealous young maiden.
Tre’Ent then turned to Sinead, his eyes locking with
hers, and Diyana knew that there was some form of unspoken communication going
between them, with only a breeze through the trees creating any only
sound. Sinead nodded, and then bending
down, picked Anna up from out of the arms of her Force-of-Nature, which he
gladly placed into her arms. When Diyana
saw that she was about to leave, she hurried after them, but Sinead instead
turned to Diyana.
“No,” She said. “You must stay. It is what is proper. You have had this chamber first to live your
bonding experience, and there is much you must learn from Tre’Ent before I
return with Anna in the morning. You
will come with me then.”
“B-but…” Diyana began, but the queen stepped out of
the grove and a curtain of vines slid in front of the entrance.
Soon, the only light was that of the trees
themselves. Diyana nervously turned to
face the Great Lord of the Forces-of-Nature.
8
The two of them were alone now, With Tre’Ent rapidly
converting into a being of flesh and blood instead of leaf, wood and
chlorophyll. His icy blue eyes had a
sudden calming affect on Diyana, one so potent that she believed she was being
faced down by some strange male version of a succubus.
He seemed to have been chiseled, or in his case,
whittled into his current form. He
looked as a man should’ve looked, with the possible exception of his bracers
and leggings. Sculpted form, noble
features, short-cropped mane of deep chestnut hair… he was a god in her
eyes. Then her eyes descended, as that
wooden brace about his waist seemed to unfold.
And then a pocket of flesh sucked downward over a large lump at the base
of his abdomen, revealing a small cluster of soft flesh. And then the top node disgorged and extended. Diyana stared at it as it hung there,
thickening slightly, and she suddenly realized, that during all their time
making love last night, she realized that she had yet to have actually seen the
thing in proper light.
It was always a revelation to compare yourself naked
with another gender for the first time, and seeing it there, all she could do
is stare at it.
And then, somehow, he was touching her again, his
hands grasping a hold of her immense biceps before he pressed up close to
her. She could feel his warmth, and
again, she wondered if they would make love again. She wanted to.
She began to feel her sensuality rise again, and she
looked at the man who was holding her so delicately, smiling at her softly, and
meeting her gaze as he looked lovingly into her own green eyes. The next thing Diyana knew, he was cupping
her face and moving in closer to her, still staring at her eyes, smiling warmly
as he found purchase against her bodice.
“What is it you want with me?” she whispered to him,
her eyes closing as a desire swept over her. Nonetheless, she opened her eyes
to look dreamily at him, wanting for him to both explain, and then to take her
like he did the night before.
He started with the former.
A somber expression crossed his face before he bent
forward, and he whispered. A delicate
musing that was like a very breeze through the trees, mixed with bird song and
a cacophony of hundreds of beautiful things.
They all merged together to create a voice. A soft, gentle voice that was all together delicate
and ancient, powerful and new.
“You.” He began. “And your love.”
The affect of his voice rose goose bumps all over
her body. It brought forth a
sensuousness like only a woman could feel, of stripping out of her worldly
array only to dance through a the flowers before lying breathlessly down in the
glade and be bathed by the sun.
She found herself reaching forward to touch him, to
feel his chest with both her arms, to press her bosom against his.
“But why me?” she asked, closing her eyes, feeling
her body slow from her heart to her breathing.
Tre’Ent bowed his head forward until his forehead
was against hers, and a hand lifted to brush away the long strands of her
hair. A moment later, he bent forward to
kiss her. “Alone you were, and alone was I.” He said simply. “Innocent you are,
especially to beg mercy for an enemy that you thought I would kill. You were hungry and you did eat of my fruit,
but not to gain power. Power you
received, yet through reason you defeated your opponent. Traits you have, that no other does. Beauty you already had, and beauty it has
been enhanced.”
There was a pause, and he slipped a hand underneath
her swollen bosom to clasp it over her heart.
“All of that is here.”
He tilted his head to one side, and his smile
broadened.
“I have the Power to force you to love me, but you
love me without it. Why did you choose
me?”
She opened her eyes and stared at him as if this
were the first time she had done so. Her
breathing quickened briefly, her chest swelling and contracting rapidly for a
moment or two, and she pushed off a little from him so that she could. He was looking at her, half with genuine
curiosity, half with the longing to kiss her and more.
“B-because… because, you loved me.” She said
finally, feeling her heart pump erratically inside of her body.
With her super enhanced bodice, that pumping
sensation was made all the more powerful, a heart that perhaps tripled in size
at the least, slammed her blood through her increased body size, feeding her
loins and teats with warmth. She began
to feel moist; and hot feel her nipples slowly harden and draw erect, rising
against her chest until they ached, felt her womanhood clench. Diyana again drew toward her lover, and for
the first time since they had met and she had entered that strange dream, or
altered reality, or whatever, she bent forward and kissed him.
Her mother had once told her that someday she would
find a man who could bring her womanhood alive, and the way she felt inside
right now, confirmed that that promise was true.
And so, it was with no surprise that she pushed
Tre’Ent gently to the ground, hovering over him, smiling seductively as she
planted herself on his lap. She was
amazed how a spirit of nature could assume flesh and blood while she positioned
herself atop him, arching her back and sliding her femininity over his thickening
groin. Or that he could change his form
so well to be able to grow something that large, she smiled, her fingers
sliding down his chest, down his abdomen to cup that still engorging mass. She felt it rise between her legs felt its
hot warmth against her bottom as blood began to pup through it, actual blood.
Her hips rocked again, and she slid forward, but
this time, she leaned forward and caught his foreskin before clenching her
vaginal muscles about it, squeezing it gently.
A groan escaped her lips as she slowly descended upon his lap, her hands
moving to her abdomen as she felt it pierce her body deeply until she had
settled full upon his lap. And then
inside her, she felt it draw fully erect, warm and throbbing, powerful and
firm. And then she felt his hands touch
hers, caressing them, and she smiled as she again clenched her vaginal muscles,
feeling her clitoris become engorged on top of his penis.
When she opened her eyes again after the initial
realm of pleasure that still echoed within her loins, she found that Tre’Ent
had sat up. There was a soft, pleasing
smile upon his face while he braced his weight with one hand behind him. There was a pause, and then Diyana felt his
touch again against her breast as he gently caressed it, bringing her nipples
even more erect. She in turn began to
rock her hips, feeling the pulsating mass of thick, hard flesh between her
legs. And then she looked down to his
touch, saw his fingers, and then saw the nib of her nipple beneath his fingers
and felt her eyes widen a little with shock.
She had felt her nipples harden before, harden from
the cold, harden from sensual desire… and all those times before, she had known
her nipples to be tiny nibs only a few centimeters deep when hardened. And now… now they stuck out on her chest
three inches!
Disbelievingly, she lifted her hand on top of
Tre’Ent’s, feeling that it had indeed extended that far.
“You are also a female who desires much love.” He
whispered as he bent his head forward to kiss the top of the breast he fondled,
and then giving her hand a squeeze. “And I am your servant… in which to give
it.”
His mouth then descended upon her erect nipple, the
thing quivering with each pulse of her heart, and she felt the moist feel of
his mouth as it applied a subtle suction.
Then she was being pushed back to rest upon the soft
ground while he caressed her feathered sides, his fingers sliding over the
individual creases of her ribs. He
hunched over her to kiss her stomach, and Diyana felt her back arch, her spine
compressing upon itself as her breasts lifted and spread. She felt his kiss on her sternum, upon her
breast with the tip of his tongue, and then she felt the same touch against her
neck. Then like a snake, she felt him
rock into her, driving that mass of hardened flesh deeper into her bodice.
She tried to love him back as much as he did to her,
to rock her hips occasionally at least, but the things he did to her, the ways
he pleasured her, eventually robbed her of her senses. And so she came to simply lie there, her body
occasionally moving to ride him, but most of the time, she was only able to lay
there and take it.
It was like he was some strange drug to her,
inducing all sorts of pleasures all at once.
And it was a drug that enhanced her, strengthened her all the more. Amidst their lovemaking, amidst all the
pleasures, she could feel her whole body taking on a feeling like the tiny
little nib buried within her crotch, throbbing ecstatically as it continued to
be bathed in a syrupy stickiness. It was
as if her whole body was becoming engorged.
And then there was rest, and she opened her eyes
again as her pleasure diminished slowly; like sands of an hourglass. And there he was, positioned between her
titanic breasts, one hand caressing her nipple and her swollen areola, the
other sliding about her face and neck with equal affection.
And on top of it all, there was love in those
eyes. Love for her. Something that she had yet to see within even
Anthony’s eyes. She sighed and lifted
her head to kiss him, probing his mouth with her tongue, laying a hand upon his
bottom, even while something firmed between them, and withdrawing, she smiled
as she realized what it was.
And again they made love, this time she trying her
best to pleasure him. She licked that
immense erection of his, sucked on it, positioned it between her breasts and
then sucked again until she drank a sweet and sour fluid that slipped easily
down her throat. Once in her stomach,
she felt it work its magic just like the fruit had done to her before. And she laid a million kisses across his
body, before catching his erection between her thighs again and laying another
million kisses upon him.
Then together, the two of them laid within a patch
of moss, she cuddling as close to him as she could, he holding her head to his
chest. Then the two of them shared yet
another dream of dreams like the one from the night before, with this one
better than the first. She was caressed,
and loved, and knew the skills of a being that has lived for ages work her
bodice again and again. Despite her
massive arms, and her powerful bodice, and everything that she had recently
become, she felt as if she were now being coddled by all of reality, and made
safe, and happy.
She felt alive.
9
And then she opened her eyes again, still feeling
the last significant pulse within her loins dying out. Whatever he had done to her had left her in
pure pleasure for what must’ve been only minutes but felt like hours on end. She turned to look at him as he laid by her
side, the mighty Tre’Ent caressing her bodice wherever his delicate touch could
reach; a doting smile still upon his features.
And then, she rolled onto her side, and moved into
him again, her powerful body moving with precision as she moved into his form. Then, while her pleasure centers continued to
wane, her consciousness settled upon a stray thought, and she opened her eyes
suddenly to stare at the expanse of his bare chest.
“What is the Manna Goddess?” she asked finally.
She looked up at him and he down to her, and their
eyes locked. His sparkling blue eyes,
all of a solid color, shifted in the light, before he bent forward and kissed
her on the forehead. And then moving
away, he rose to his feet before helping her to hers. She was confused at first, but somehow, being
next to him was enough to calm her soul.
He brought her to the navel of the chamber, where
all the root systems merged into a central crown, the place where he himself
resided in his tree form. There he
stopped, standing just before it, and pointing upward, she looked at the
ceiling and saw a similar navel in the air, though this one was a concentration
of all the branches above. And then,
while she looked up at it, Tre’Ent waved his arm in a grand gesture, and the
peak navel began to glow, and then shine, before brilliant motes of white light
twinkled downward. It was as if a
vertical pillar of lightning were slowly descending from the peak in super slow
motion.
The pillar touched down with the base, filling it so
perfectly that the top must’ve grown exactly as the bottom. The moment that the two connected however,
light shot through all the roots and branches, moving this way and that,
filling the entire chamber with light, until it overwhelmed everything. Diyana gave a squeak of surprise as she hid
her eyes, and remained that way until she felt Tre’Ent trying to remove her
hands. She let him, and found herself in
a place of just utter whiteness. Here it
seemed that there were no walls, no sky and no ground. If it weren’t for the pressure under her
feet, she’d’ve thought that she was floating.
Tre’Ent was still there, his presence calming her so
much that she felt her fear being smothered inside her bosom. Again Tre’Ent gestured, though an almost
paltry one in comparison to the one before.
This time, the effect was just as subtle as the gesture and a huge oval
ring appeared before her, seeming to be made from vines and leaves, complete
with an elaborate scrollwork. Inside the
scrollwork, pictures began to form.
And then inside her head, she began to hear
words. It took her a moment to
understand that they were Tre’Ent’s own thoughts, but much, much softer
now. As if he were a mere man speaking
to her.
There was a
time; they
began, when all on Earth was spirit. Life on this planet was merely potential, and
all was of one life. For eons, as the
Earth continued to spin as a lifeless ball of rock throughout the cosmos, its
core a fiery-orb so large, that it was practically to its crust.
Deep, deep inside that core was what could only be called
‘potential.’ The potential for
life. It was energy in its purest form,
the element known as Manna.
Tre’Ent’s hand lifted and placed against Diyana’s
back, resting there at its peak, finding purchase at the top of her spine. There he gave her a comforting pat, and she
turned to look sidelong at him, and smiled in spite of herself.
And then the Creator decided to gift life to this world.
Diyana watched in muted wonder then, as a snake of
blue light shot from nowhere and pierced the Earth before erupting from the
other side. From where it entered and
exited, strands of the same energy ensnared the Earth in a web of light.
This blessing was the Earth’s greatest gift, but it had
the effect of severing that perfect light.
The image shifted to the core, where the light had
before been a solid sphere, but was suddenly split in a sinuous groove as if by
the slice of a dagger. The once perfect
orb split into two halves. They quickly
began to reshape themselves as they were dragged away from one another, the one
going one way, and the second the other.
Simultaneously they emerged from Earth’s womb, and to
survive, they took upon themselves each a form, and to one became he male, and
the other, female.
Now two humanoid forms,
shaped themselves from the twin pinpoints of light, reshaping themselves in a
titanic glory, and, it seemed, equally titanic pain and suffering. Six angelic wings spread against their backs,
unfurling into a cacophony of feathers, while perfect bodies were pitched
roughly back to the earth. Tre’Ent
continued his story, all the while images continued to reflect his words in her
mind.
They had been one soul and one mind, without form or
gender. Both wept at the loss of the
other, and so they scoured the Earth to find each other immediately. And in their fervent desire to find one
another, a maelstrom arose from their desire and their sorrow of their
loss. The Earth cooled from all the rain
of this storm, and the land separated from the sea.
When they finally found each other, it is said that love
was truly defined for all things of life that were to come to this world, and
for an age, the Earth became the brightest center of the universe. Is it any wonder that Earth shines as bright
as it does, even now in the face of its own turmoil?
The two tried to merge again, to become one single light
as like unto before the time when the Creator bisected them, but though the act
failed, one thing did come of it all.
The female half conceived. In a
rather short time, she gave birth to the life of the world. From her womb came a spark of life that when
it was released, blessed the Earth again, beyond what the Creator had
originally gave onto it.
Diyana suddenly felt
desires arise inside of her, and she looked sidelong at her new mate, and
stepping close to his side, pressed herself close until her chest cleaved to
his fore and rear. One of her strong
thighs wrapped over his and her still delicate hands clasped to his chest and back. But she continued to watch, nonetheless.
And so from her came a new potential, and as it exited
her body, its light quickly spread to the Four Corners of the world, bringing
forth plant and beast alike, rising them up… from the dust. But the light that had been in Mother and
Father, diminished with that act, and though they remained immortal, they were
substantially left less than what they were before.
That was when Diyana was
given a surprise. The beings of light,
the man and the woman with the great gossamer wings, lost their light, and they
were left only with the light within their eyes. But she looked to their faces, and saw that
He was Tre’Ent, and that she… was she!
Yes, they had given life to the world, but in turn it had
cost them their own. They both realized
that for the Earth, their child, to continue living, they would eventually be
used up and die. And so they did the
next best thing, and they became a part of that world, nurturing it.
Male became what would eventually be known as the
Millennium Tree. The towering tree of
ages with its roots encircling the whole of the Earth, he acting as the center
of all plants on the Earth as well as a wellspring of all life. Female in turn, became the Manna Goddess; a
creature that could only be termed as that… a creature. All mannerism of beast became she. But where He and all plants became one, as
did she and all Creatures. And as the
aeons passed, the two continued to dwindle in power and purity. He had become nothing but a small tree, whose
power extended only as far as his Grove, and She had been dispersed so greatly
that in no one beast did she exist.
Again, there was weeping, but only by He, for he had lost
the one that he had loved, and cared not if he fell to destruction by the age
of ice, or by the advancement of man.
Close to his grove, however, arose a civilization that grew mighty and
powerful on things of nature, a civilization where beat and plant came close to
being one. And there, as He looked
through its vastness through his connection to all plants, there he found,
suckling from the breast of a peasant woman, a small female babe, with the
power of She inside of her.
Such purity, such beauty that He took form of man and
walked among the people at night, came to her place of rest and visited
her. Indeed it was she, reborn into the
world after an age of blood recombining to create her. Bereft of her animalistic parts, but it was she.
So glad was He that he wept and wept still, until the
forest where he resided rained as it does now, at least twice a day.
He visited her nightly, watched her grow and mature into
a woman; visited her, and when she was old enough, loved her. He taught her magic, taught her love. Until one day, another civilization
came. They waged war, a sickening
thought that He could not stand to watch, and because He was not with her, and she
being mortal now, she perished among those gentle creatures that had come to
worship Him. Another reason why the
forest cries twice a day here.
The civilization that worshiped him was in danger of being
destroyed, they had only their capitol remaining, a city that despite its size
and wealth, was hidden completely beneath the canopy of His forest. Their priests, men of great magic, those who
had learned the magic of life merely by watching it around them, approached
Him, and asked for the power to overcome their adversaries. He was again devastated, for he did not have
enough power. But then the priests
looked to their mates and children and openly offered to sacrifice themselves
to protect them.
Tre’Ent looked at her
then, focusing her with his deepest gaze.
I had to protect them, for I thought that you were still
among them, the potential of you being born again inside one of their
wombs. And so all males stepped into my
grove, and became the trees that even now protect me as I protect them. But that left their women unprotected. That was when I created the fruit.
As if from nowhere he
brought one of the giant jellybean like fruits into view.
Its power mixed with their sexual might, which was many
times greater than that of a man’s, enhanced them a hundred fold. They transformed into powerful warriors,
strong and agile, quick and powerful, but, completely unable to create a child
in their wombs without their men. On the
day of their ascension, their ripened daughters come to the grove to partake of
the fruit, and to be chosen by a mate.
They are blessed with all their new powers, given sexual
might that no other female of the outside world can ever experience, and
empowered as you have been. They come to
the grove to visit their mates, to make love and seek even more empowerment,
all the while I waited for you to be born again.
And so I found that all the infinitesimal motes that you
have become instead merged to create a child deep inside civilized man. You were nurtured outside of my embrace, and
it was by great chance that you were brought forth to me again.
It took great effort to halt your death by one of my
dying trees.
The Manna Goddess is you, but, again, only in
potential. You must be woven back into
the lines of Manna and become my queen again.
And though becoming that single perfect light again may be impossible,
I’d much rather prefer to have a body of flesh and blood, to share the rest of
eternity with.
Everything melted away,
the vast whiteness, the strange screen, leaving only the pillar of light within
the chamber.
“I give you the choice,
my dearest love.” He said; his voice sounding just like that of a regular
human’s as he stepped forward to cup her face in his hands. “Join with me
again. Be with me. If no, then I will help you return to
whatever life you wish to lead, and wait for you to return to me again. What choose you?”
10: Ascension
Diyana stared at
him. For the longest time, she had
thought that her body had just stopped working.
She felt so numb that it was as if she were looking at this whole thing
through a dream or reading it in a book.
For the longest time, she
couldn’t even hope to think. And then
she felt his thumbs caressing her cheeks, and she was jolted back into reality,
her chest filling with air in a quick ragged, disbelieving inhale.
She thought about it.
She thought about it
more.
And then she looked into
his eyes, wishing that she could remember whatever it was that had been between
them all those aeons ago. But then what
she saw in those eyes was someone who loved her more than he did the world,
which in effect he pretty much was.
She thought about it even
longer.
And then she finally
broke down and moved into him. Despite
the size of her titanicly sized breasts, which actually lifted upward and
cleaved as she moved into him, she embraced him so fully that she thought they
might squeeze themselves into one being again.
He was crying when they
finally stepped away from one another, and in the back of her hearing, she
mutely heard it raining outside.
11
The two lovers had done
just that for most of the night, make love in a way that perhaps not even the
Creator had though possible. When Diyana
awoke, it was to be lying with her bosom split against one of Tre’Ent’s roots,
and to again have that pleasant extension between her legs.
Sitting up, she smiled in
contentment before her hands lowered to her crotch, to where that thing
projected into her body, and she felt the sticky moistness that was leaking out
through the edges. For a short while she
pleasured herself upon that extension, before finally extracting herself from
it, again getting a lovely burst of sticky wetness against her crotch and
thighs before she moved up to the bark of Tre’Ent’s trunk.
“Hello lover.” She
whispered and embraced the tree, and she got a rippling through the trees, like
a breeze through the treetops that answered her hello.
One of her hands lowered
to her crotch again as she attempted to smear away what he had implanted inside
of her. For a moment, she remembered
that she was to bear his child someday, and wondered how the seed of a tree
could grow inside of her.
Just then, there was the
sound of the vines at the entrance being parted, and Anna, followed by the
queen and two guards entered the chamber.
Anna seemed less worse for wear for having been practically torn limb
from limb the night before, and she kept her eyes downcast. Whether to ignore her or having been forced
into submission was unknown to Diyana.
But as she stepped off of the navel of roots that supported Tre’Ent,
while Anna made her way to the back of the chamber where her lover was, Diyana
passed her. Both women had to give an
audible gasp, however, when it was found out that Diyana had grown over the
night. She was at least a head taller
than Anna now.
They compared one another
for a moment before quickly averting their eyes, and Diyana moved outside with
the queen and her two buxom guards. Only
then did Diyana flex her arm, and actually felt her eyes widen as she watched
the muscles swell and a web of veins and tendons swell along the length of her
arm.
“You are becoming most
beautiful, great Goddess.” The queen said as she stepped in close to her
side. Diyana again noted the difference
in size. Sinead had been slightly taller
than she was the night before, but now the woman was looking the short distance
up to Diyana.
“Please don’t call me
that?” Diyana said, turning to the other woman. “I hate titles, as I’m sure you
do, and this is not a title I’ve earned yet other than taking a bite out of a
magical fruit and spreading my legs to an ancient tree.”
“I-I think I understand,”
she acknowledged, and Diyana smiled before stepping away again.
But then there was a
light touch on her arm, and Diyana stopped, and when she turned back round
again, she was being offered Sinead’s crown.
“No.” She said flatly. “I
have not earned that either. That is
your crown for as long as you live, Sinead.
I will only take it when you can no longer rule for one reason or
another.”
“B-but...” Sinead mutely
began, and Diyana took the crown from her opened hand, and then planted it back
on Sinead’s head before giving the older woman a light slap on the back.
“If you are going to
insist upon following my every command, my queen,” Diyana smiled warmly. “Then
I command you to first use my real name, and call me by my first name
please. Secondly, I command for you to
remain queen until by cause of accident, either real or implied, that you are
unable to carry on in your services as queen.
Until that time, I shall continue to be one of your Amazons, under your
command.”
Being a cold corporate
bitch for most of her life, creating a contract with Sinead came as first
nature.
Sinead was staring at
her, with her two guards over her shoulder watching the whole scene, there was
very little else she could do but to accept.
Finally, she lowered her eyes and nodded. “As you wish, Diyana.” And
then a small smile crossed her face. “But you will have to be conditioned as my
successor tonight. I’ll have to inform the priestesses of the change in
ceremonies, until then…” she lifted a hand and one of the guards stepped
forward with a wad of cloth held in one hand, her spear in the other. “This is
for you.”
Sinead unraveled it to
reveal a white silk robe made by creating a single loop of cloth and a couple
of clasps.
“I must apologize. I was unaware of Lord Tre’Ent’s affect on his
chosen mates. I did not think that you
would get larger.”
Diyana smiled, and
slipped into the thing. The base of the
loop fit snugly into her crotch, and conformed well over her breasts, with the
top most flares of the cloth just covering her shoulders and the clasp easily
latched over her right breast. As she
put it on, she could feel the backside of it slide in between her thick, strong
cheeks. Sinead helped her tie the
strings at her sides that pulled the front and the back together.
“It’s perfect!” Diyana
said, and did a pirouette to test it its tensile strength. “It’s just my size.” She giggled, and then
looked back to Sinead to see a whimsical smile upon her face. “What’s wrong?”
Diyana asked of her at last.
“These,” Sinead said,
reaching up to the limp flares over each of Diyana’s shoulders. “Are supposed
to cover you past your biceps. And
this,” she continued, sliding a finger into the crotch of gown’s front, sliding
her fingers over the pinched flesh. “Is supposed to hang down to your knees.”
Diyana shrugged. “It
works nonetheless. I like it. I’ve never been able to feel sexy before in
my life, and thanks to you all and to Tre’Ent, I am.”
And to display this fact,
Diyana tenderly caressed her huge breasts, each of which must’ve weighed over a hundred pounds apiece by now. She licked her lips briefly. In response, her nipples drew erect to first
create a pair of tiny mounds as her areolas swelled, and then a pair of peaks
as her nipples hardened. Her crotch
began to feel moist.
“Yes, I see.” Sinead
said, drawing Diyana’s attention. “I was the smallest of my three sisters. Not the youngest, the smallest. Slender body, no breasts whatsoever. Even my younger sisters picked on me. Tre’Ent, saw fit to keep his people humbled,
and so I was able to partake of his nectar after my beloved had given me a fill
of his. I grew larger, stronger and with
bigger tits than any of my other siblings, and Tre’Ent blessed me even further
to help me be the first among them to actually bare a child. My only regret was that I could only see my
child once in awhile. I was glad,
however, when he became the largest of all the other guardian trees, just like
his father had been.”
Diyana thought for a bit.
“Anna’s new lover?” she
asked, and Sinead nodded. “So that makes her your daughter now?” Again, she
nodded.
“I hope the girl warms up
to me. I’ve always wanted a daughter.”
The Guards were very
quiet as they followed along in the wake of their queen and the ‘goddess
Diyana,’ while they journeyed back to the pyramid and the
But when they entered the
village again, there was a great welcoming cheer.
Diyana blushed at the
welcome and she felt her cheeks burn hotter than the humid weather around
them. As they descended from the ridge
of the valley that led down into the village, Diyana was immediately welcomed
quite affectionately by her new sisters.
They hugged her, gave her kisses, and as she walked through the crowd,
everyone wanted to touch her like she were some messiah or something.
Stomping the worship of one woman was one thing, but
stomping many?
She stepped lightly beside Sinead as they ascended the pyramid, the
guards remaining behind as they chatted – gossiped it looked like – with all
the other women and younger girls who had yet to ascend.
“When is this ceremony
supposed to start?” Diyana asked, as they ascended to the halfway point up the
pyramid.
“At moonrise.” Sinead
returned. “Until then, I’ve made my own
personal bath prepared for you. I can
imagine you may feel a little… uh… sticky right now.”
Diyana looked sidelong at
the older woman, and a sly smile crossed her face.
“That is perhaps the best
word to describe my condition right now.
I’d much rather to walk around naked, like you do, or like those other
women do. It’s the first time I’ve had that liberty.”
“Really?” Sinead said,
just as they passed underneath the shadow of the entrance to the throne room
that was at the peak of the pyramid.
Diyana nodded as the
guards that were in the room all came to attention. “Panties, bra, socks,
pants, shoes, shirt, jacket, hat… I almost constantly had to wear them where I
came from. Though it was startling to
see so many naked women in one place, seeing you, the queen of them all,
wearing nothing but those things in your hair and a cloak… well, I’d rather be
doing that. Especially in this heat.
“There is a certain
sensual comfort of having the wind blow between your legs and tickle your
womanhood. It keeps brining goose bumps
up on my flesh.”
“That’s why I do it.”
Sinead said, and all of a sudden Diyana felt greater heat and humidity, and
then looked up.
She didn’t even realize
that they had descended into the pyramid, and the room they were now in was
like some Greek pool. There were many
young girls who were just beginning to develop dressed in little more than what
could be called a thong bikini. They all
bowed to Diyana and Sinead as they entered.
Diyana then looked
sideways at Sinead, wondering what they were there for until she saw her
disrobing. Diyana followed suit until
she was completely naked. There were
some whisperings from the girls arrayed around them, and Diyana continued to
talk with Sinead, feeling as if she had found her mother again as they talked
about everything in Diyana’s world.
“And there are actual men walking about?” she gasped as the girls continued to
wash them both down on the edge of the pool.
Both women were so large
that it took two or three maidens to do a proper job. Three in Diyana’s case.
Diyana nodded. “A world
completely bereft of Tre’Ent’s hand beyond the plant life there. I’d take you there someday Sinead, but there
are some things that you should probably do before we go.”
“Like what?”
“Well for one thing, out
there, it’s the men who usually control things, and in many places its
inappropriate for a woman to go walking around without something supporting her
bosom and covering her crotch and bottom.”
“Really?”
At that, both women got a
bucket full of steaming hot water over the head, and following Sinead’s
movement Diyana slid into the pool and stood at its edge so that the maidens
could wash her hair.
And still the two women
talked, all the while Diyana felt the young girls continue to wash her. She felt as if she were in a spa. And then they began to do things with her
hair, and she looked up in time to see the tip of a wooden pipe just escape her
view.
“W-what’re they doing?”
she asked.
“Adorning you hair with
reeds to dictate your rank.” Sinead said simply as she sat back against the
rim, her impressive bosom half submerged by water.
Despite that Sinead’s
breasts were round and firm, they actually floated in the water a little
bit. Diyana guessed that’s because she
was so relaxed right now.
And so Diyana sat back as
the one girl continued to wash her, while the other two continued to place
those odd, decorated hollow rods within her hair. However that was done she couldn’t even
fathom. When the bath was over, however,
Diyana reached up into her frost white hair, and passed her hands backward
against her head and counted four to a hand, and stopped, looking to Sinead.
“Why do I have eight and you
only six?”
Sinead Chuckled as she
then laid down upon the edge of the pool, dipping her hand in the still warm
waters while her huge breasts flattened against her chest. “Despite you wishing
to be called by your proper name, you are still the Manna Goddess, Diyana.” She
smiled. “The first six you wear dictate that you are my successor. The final pair marks you as something equal
to the queen at the least.
“Now lay down and enjoy
the skills the maidens learn before they reach ascension.”
Diyana did as she was
told, and immediately, one of the young maidens sat upon her back and began to
rub scented oils into her skin. No,
this was better than a spa; Diyana smiled as
the massage continued. Every muscle was
tenderly administered to, and when that was done, Diyana was asked to roll
over, and again that maiden sat upon her.
This time the oils were worked into her front, and she couldn’t help but
feel a sensual high as she worked upon each of her breasts. She actually sighed once her administrator
had gotten further down her body to work the oils about the soft folds of her
vaginal mound.
Diyana found her smiling
down at the young maiden by the time that she had finished her work, said
“thank you” to her and then rose to her feet, stretching mightily, and actually
felt her fingers brush against the ceiling.
She was then dressed within a white silk robe that did nothing to cover
her form – being that it was so see through.
But they didn’t even try to close it at her front, so she thought that
it was supposed to be like that.
“They’ll wash your other
garment, but for now, come with me.” Sinead said while adorning her queenly
robe, holding it about her in much the same way that Diyana wore her new robe –
revealing everything and covering nothing. “We feast tonight.”
12
Diyana was led to a hall
deep within the pyramid. She noticed
that the mason work had been done so that the pyramid would last for a thousand
years. But it also had originally been
built for men, who, because of her changes of late, were a full head shorter
than she was now. Probably
weren’t built as wide or as deep either; she
mused inwardly with a small smile breaking across her face. Her head nearly brushed against the ceiling,
and her shoulders had grown so broad that a corridor designed for two large men
was only wide enough just for her. Young
serving girls who hurried back and forth had to duck underneath her sizeable
arms.
Finally she entered the
feasting hall, and the site that greeted her was so immensely wondrous, that
she took only a few steps into the hall and stopped to stare.
“There must be a thousand
of them.” She whispered to no one in particular.
Sinead stepped up to her
side and laid a hand upon her shoulder, and both women stood looking down at
all of their fellow sisters.
“And these are only they
who have reached ascension.” Sinead said while the two of them stood side by
side in full view of everyone, showing off their nakedness with pride. “There
are perhaps five times as many maidens who have yet to be raised.”
There were the smells of
fresh bread and barbecue, like those smells that came from those company
luncheons her mother and father had always had at one of their houses. She stepped forward, looking down at the
greatest amount of bared flesh this side of a dirty magazine store. Just one magazine wouldn’t have done just one
of the maidens justice… not enough room.
Some wore tops, or
adversely, some wore bottoms, and a few both, but a very great deal of the
women gathered below had none of the above.
Kind of like her. And then she
began to feel the silence mounting, and then watched as one by one, every eye
turned toward her.
“Sisters!” Sinead said to
cover Diyana’s nervousness. “A new sister has risen among us through the forces
of providence, chosen by Tre’Ent Himself.”
There was a murmur of
feminine voices as all their suspicions and rumors were just acknowledged.
“Her name is Diyana, and
I have named her my princess, to wear the Crown of Ages once I have expired.”
More murmuring. “We feast tonight, and I ask you all to witness as we anoint
her as my successor under Dana’s light tonight.
So please, please, let the feast continue.”
And it did. Diyana followed behind Sinead, and sat beside
her at one of the tables, looking well around.
It took her stomach to growl before she realized exactly how hungry she
was. She hadn’t eaten in over
forty-eight hours aside from the two fruits and a load of Tre’Ent’s ‘nut.’ Huge mounds of food were put upon her plate,
a plate that was more like a soup terrene, and her goblet filled with some sort
of creamy substance that was undoubtedly goat’s milk mixed with something she
couldn’t identify.
Fruits of all kinds,
vegetables, meats, breads and cheeses, she’d never been at such a feast. And she ate her fill. Several ‘plates’ worth, with everything being
eaten with her hands.
After looking back upon
it, she realized that she had never ate so much in her life. She doubted that a three hundred pound
overweight cow down the road from her
mansion ever ate so much in her life.
Diyana wondered if she and that woman were perhaps the same weight now…
Diyana finished off the
feast by simply nibbling on sandwich she made while everyone else within the
chamber carried on. She noticed,
watching everyone, that there was no lead table here. Even the queen sat among her people.
Why would I want to go back?
She asked herself. I have more
here than all the money in the world has ever given me.
Even while her mouth was
still full with the last of her meal, Sinead rose to her feet, and then pulled
Diyana up beside her. Diyana couldn’t
help but compare herself to the other woman.
She was larger in every way possible… perhaps larger than anyone possible, and the way her transparent silken robe
offset her form was just perfect.
“It is time for Diyana’s
coronation.” Sinead said, clasping Diyana’s shoulder again rather tenderly,
like a mother would to a daughter. “Assemble within the courtyard so that the
she may receive the Baptism of Fire, and the Jewel of her Birthright.”
All the assembled, from
the fully formed amazons to the younger maidens, rose from cushions and poufs,
and made their way hurriedly out through a passageway that was indeed built for
two amazons at once. Even as they left,
however, Diyana turned to Sinead with her face screwed up into an image of
definite confusion.
“Baptism by Fire? Jewel of Birthright?” she asked, fixating the
queen with the penetrating gaze she had learned from her father.
It was the sort of gaze
that demanded an answer and very well got one.
“The baptism is given to
young Amazons once they are first raised, administered by the spirit of the
Firebird. The Jewel of Birthright is a
treasure that has been within our hands for over hundreds of years. It had been given to us to guard from the
very first time when our men became one with the forest, and we became
guardians over it, created by Tre’Ent himself.
We were to bestow it upon the woman who he chose as mate.”
Sinead gestured forward
and the two of them set off slowly after the stragglers still leaving the
chamber.
“And exactly how… am I
supposed to take this jewel? Am I
supposed to wear it like a belly jewel?” Diyana asked, intrigued.
“Not exactly.” Sinead
said, their path more leisurely than that of the others, they were able to walk
shoulder to shoulder down the corridor while a few of the younger maidens
brushed passed them. “Firebird will imbed it within your forehead.”
Sinead continued onward
as Diyana suddenly stopped. “You mean… attach it to my skull or something?”
Sinead smiled as she
turned. “Exactly. How, I cannot say. I am not a mystic, and I doubt that even our
sorceress could tell you how it is done.”
A little more nervously
now, Diyana followed beside Sinead as they came to the main courtyard of the
village. There was a line of Amazons,
the thousand strong, creating a wide path to the center of the courtyard, just
short of the bathing pool. The maidens,
and indeed there were five times as many of them as there were of the full
sisters, stood behind the line of strong, tall, powerful and amazingly
beautiful Amazons. Diyana lifted her
head, and proceeded, walking beside the queen.
Down the entire length of the honor guard, each Amazon staring straight
ahead, each holding a torch. Finally,
Diyana slowed with her queen, and knelt at the center of the courtyard at the
Queen’s prompting.
Her clear gown was
arrayed in a fan about her while Sinead positioned her with hands on lap, eyes
straight toward the Pool of Radiance.
When she stepped away, an old woman that was still impressively built
for her age but with hair as white as Diyana’s own stepped forward. Only a white body cloth that was as wide as
the woman’s shoulders covered her bodice, its front lifted high with the form
of her still full and rounded bosom, covered her body. In her hand was a small, ovoid red jewel.
Diyana watched her
approach, and when she stood before her, she lifted her hands, and the sisters
began to chant a soft melody. If there
had been a world ruled by women, and a feminine Gregorian chant would have come
from that world, this is what it would’ve sounded like. And then, a few moments later, a shaft of
moonlight filtered through the high tree cover and bathed Diyana in its light.
And then, it happened.
A strange glow suffused
her bodice then, lighting her like a firefly, and causing her gown to glitter
like a that self same dragonfly’s wings behind her. Despite the cooling air of the shadow beneath
the canopy, she suddenly felt quite warm.
And then quite hot, and her hands went to her stomach so that she could
cup the feeling within her navel, a feeling that was slowly descending to her
loins.
She gave a soft sigh, her
chest heaving briefly before she saw out of the corners of her eyes the torches
being held by the sisters flaring brighter.
And then with a burst of light, every flame leapt up into the air and
converged, and in the next instant, a great fiery bird unfurled from a fetal
position and screamed. Diyana remained
kneeling as the bird looked down at her, her chest heaving with the speed of
her own heart it seemed, while the mystic woman stood before her. Then the mystic lifted both her arms to the
bird, cupping the red jewel while the sleeves of her robes fell down to her arm
pits.
Indeed, powerfully built
musculature, even for a woman of magic, rippled and tensed as she presented the
sight to the bird blazing before them all, and Diyana sitting there, reveled
within the warmth the bird gave off.
Firebird looked at the
thing in her hands, its mighty head with fiery green eyes blazing inside of its
burning head. Then its gaze concentrated
upon the brilliant gem, and it began to glow before the mystic lowered her
hands and stepped out of the way. The
gem remained hovering there, gently spinning as it lowered with the Firebird’s
gaze, until it looked at her through its ruby brilliance.
Diyana resisted the urge
to caress herself with the feelings raging inside of her, but in the next
instant, beams of red light shot from the mystic creature’s eyes to catch the
ruby. Both beams lit the ruby for a
split second before a combined beam, refracted within the gem, lanced across
the space to pierce Diyana’s forehead.
From there it starburst, with its trailing lines arching about her head.
Diyana gasped as she felt
power… raw, unimaginable power lancing through her, and she felt those lines
slide about her form as if caressing her like Tre’Ent had done. They segmented her in nearly every way
possible, surrounding major muscle groups and some of the smaller ones alike,
empowering her a hundred fold.
The beams spread to all
points of her body, cutting her flesh from forehead to toes to the tips of her
fingers; the light cut open her flesh rather painlessly, leaving a glowing red
light in its place. And then she began
to feel her form being torn apart, rather gently however, completely painless,
though she suddenly felt like modeler’s clay.
Her flesh and all its
segments then swirled around her, leaving her as nothing but a skeleton that
could move and touch, but surrounded by a blaze of light. She looked at her hand, watched as the bones
shifted without muscle or tendons, but when she flexed; it felt as if her bicep
were again swelling titanicly.
And then the red gem
snapped to her forehead, embedding itself into her skull before she felt dozens
of pinpricks against her head, as if it were boring probes into her brain. And then she felt her body being put back
together like some jigsaw puzzle around that gem; fragment-by-fragment, and in
some places it felt like a mote at a time.
The bright red lines still traced her whole body, rounding her bosom,
her arms, and her crotch… everything she believed, essentially.
Finally, the Firebird
sparked and fizzled briefly, reared its head and screamed one last time, and
then dove into her through the ruby now imbedded in her forehead. She could feel its – her – warmth infusing her with unimaginable power! Her eyes
glowed and then she opened her mouth and screamed herself, hearing the piercing
cry of the firebird escape her throat.
And then fire erupted from her mouth and eyes, while lighting up those
many, many criss-crossing lines.
She was finally bathed
within an aura of fire, which instantaneously burned her light silken robe to a
crisp. And then the burning stopped, and
she found herself, her chest heaving to fill her lungs, staring up at the
bright orb of the moon, legs parted wide as if to accept her lover.
13
Diyana opened her eyes to
a subtle darkness. She didn’t know when
she had fainted, but when it had happened, her fellow Amazons must’ve brought
her to this place. There was a heavy
wooden door that had been closed upon the room, and the darkness outside the
window told her that it was still nighttime outside.
She looked down at her
hand, and saw that the lines she had been etched with still somehow glowed like
an almost spent glow stick, like those that kids used during Halloween, only
red in color. Her hand lifted to her
forehead, and felt the ruby imbedded there, its crystalline surface quite warm
to her touch.
Then she sat up, looking
around her while her eyes got used to the odd light of her own body, she turned
at her narrow waist, her huge chest swinging about so that she could look at
the room more.
At the peak of her head,
she could feel the hair rods click briefly against one another and realign
themselves.
They’d even braided my hair.
She thought as she reached to the back of her head, where a long trail of frost
white fell down to her bottom.
Just then, the door
opened a crack, letting in the flickering light of a torch from beyond. Sinead peaked her head in through the top of
the door, and then Diyana saw a smile of relief cross against her face as she
disappeared again, and then stepped into the room with a small tray of food.
“How do you feel?” she
asked, sitting down beside Diyana and laying the platter on a bedside table.
Sinead was again naked
aside from an open robe that perfectly framed her inner thighs and crotch, her
navel and breasts. Her crown wasn’t on
her head, and her hair was undone. Diyana
got the impression that she had come into check on her just prior to going to
bed.
“How long have I been
out?” Diyana answered instead. She
didn’t know how she felt.
“Three days. I thought you might be hungry.”
She ignored the food for
now. “Is this normal?” she asked, holding out her hand for Sinead to view.
She was silent for a time
before giving her a firm “No.” There was
another pause. “Firebird merged with you Diyana. You know that though, don’t you?”
Diyana thought about that
for a moment, and then did nod.
“That has never happened
either.” Sinead continued. “The other sisters are wondering what to make of you
now. Firebird has always been our patron
totem. She had always given us our
greatest power, purified our sisters and made them totally Amazon. She was the last gift given to us by our men
before they joined with Tre’Ent to protect us all.
“You are now the
firebird.”
There was an awkward
silence for a few minutes before a low gurgling interrupted it, and Diyana’s
hand snapped to her belly.
“I-I guess I could use
some food.” She smiled, uncoiling her powerful legs from underneath her before
rising to her feet.
Sinead chuckled, as
Diyana rose off the bed and stepped lightly to where the platter of food and
goats milk rested. Pouring herself a
hand bowl of milk, she then took up a piece of mutton and took a deep bite out
of it. She then sank down to her knees,
before settling backward into a sitting position to face the Queen.
“In the morning, can you
lead me back to Tre’Ent?” Diyana asked, looking expectantly up to Sinead.
Sinead stared down at
Diyana for a moment or two, and somehow, she saw what Diyana was planning.
“You’re leaving.” She
said plainly.
Diyana swallowed the bit
of bread that was in her mouth, and then lowered what remained of the huge
round to her lap before she looked down.
“But only for a little
while. There is a world beyond here that
I still belong to, Sinead. I need to
sever my ties with it or someone may come looking for me. I need to say goodbye to him, and get
something back, but I promise that I’ll return.
“There is more for me
here than there ever was there, and I’d be stupid not to come back.”
Sinead watched her for a
moment, and then smiled. “I’ll take you
back. Tre’Ent would be most displeased
with me if I didn’t. But, what if he
won’t let you go?”
“He’s a creature of logic
and understanding, Sinead. It’s
important for me to go back, at least, for a little while.”
14: Return
The Grove called out to
her as she neared it with Sinead again at he side. She could feel the yearning within her loins
of having been away from her beloved for so long. The closer she got, the more she had to
resist the desire to simply tear her one-piece body cloth off and run to him.
Sinead let her go up the
rest of the distance by herself, and turning at the very edge of the Grove,
Diyana looked back and waved at Sinead over her shoulder before entering the
sacred grove.
Within full daylight, her
markings were barely visible, but in the relative darkness of the Grove,
Diyana’s bodice glowed with light, as if she herself were iridescent like the
moss and leaves inside. Her eyes glowed,
and her forehead jewel glittered as she looked up to the great tree that was
the spirit of the Earth known as Tre’Ent.
Hesitating only a moment
longer, Diyana then lifted her hands to her throat and pulled the clasp at her
shoulder to open her bodysuit; pulling the folds apart to reveal her sizeable
breasts. She continued to pull apart the
folds, as her feet stepped forward into action, with smaller hooks within the
fabric coming undone to then reveal more of her ample form as a V widened. Her tightly creased navel came to bare as she
passed over the root system leading to Tre’Ent’s place of rest, and then her
navel. Finally, the tight folds of her
femininity came to bare as the triangular piece of cloth was dragged aside with
one hand before she slipped the remainder of the bodysuit off her body and down
one powerful leg. Finally, she bound up
the rest of the way up the short slope, and embraced Tre’Ent’s trunk with as
much of her body as she could; her breasts cleaving to either side of him.
Tre’Ent reformed himself
within her arms, remaining mostly plant, a force of nature that was incredibly
strong, powerfully built, with leaves decorating his head, shoulders and back
like a huge mane, and bark armor shielding the rest of his form. There were parts of his body that had become
like flesh, but it remained green. But
still, his touch against her back while clasping her bottom was a great
comfort.
However, there was still
a purpose here.
“Tre’Ent. I need the little black satchel.” She said
quietly as she pressed up against him, feeling his body sink in between her
breasts.
Tre’Ent was normally very
quiet, like the force that he embodied, but now, the silence within the Grove
became penetrating… as if sound just simply ceased to exist. She felt him stop breathing, his hand lifting
to stroke her hair before pausing at the side of her neck.
He was sad.
Nonetheless, he finally
detached himself from her, and then gestured to his side, his hand still
touching her, but sliding from her shoulder to one side of her bosom. She didn’t move out of his touch, but merely
stood there watching as the ground split beside him, and a pod was lifted out
of the ground. It lifted in front of
her, and then spiraled opened like the bud of a flower, revealing the fanny
pack she had been wearing when she had entered the grove along with some of her
old tattered and stained clothes.
The plastic clasp on the
fanny pack had snapped, perhaps because she grew so much during that
night. Though her waist was
comparatively thin in relation to the rest of her body, she knew that it was a
lot thicker than it was before.
Tre’Ent clasped her by
the waist as she took the satchel from the pod.
His eyes just pleaded
“Must you go?” his thumbs caressing the bony parts of her hips as he pulled at
least her waist closer. Diyana in turn
rocked her hips and pressed her bosom against the broad expanse of his chest
before slipping the edges of her fingers into the leaves against his shoulders.
“Not just yet beloved,
but I had to make sure you had kept the satchel.”
She then wrapped a leg
around what still remained of his trunk, positioning herself so that her
breasts cleaved against him again, and her crotch was in just the right place.
He grew into her as he finished transforming and laid her upon her back
against the soft mossy ground.
She was already spreading
her legs, feeling her breasts bunch up against her back so that she could
embrace him to her.
“I had to say goodbye
first… at least for a little while.” She whispered, and got a nuzzle against
the neck for it.
Soon, petting led to
caressing, and then to groping, and soon after that, they were making love
again. This time, their lovemaking
lasted until the sun had started to dip back into the trees.
15
Diyana’s muscles flexed
as she stepped through the vines that covered the grove, her hand lifting to
caress one of her breasts, feeling the fully erect nipple beneath her
hand. Her touch then lowered to her
crotch, where a moist film still remained.
She felt quite sated.
Opting to keep her body
sheathe off as she stepped back toward the lighter part of the forest, she
looked around her to see if Sinead had stuck around, but saw no sight of
her. It felt as if there wasn’t anyone
in a hundred miles of her, and it felt good to be able to walk naked and feel
the cool breezes against her. The sun
above was setting, but despite that, she thought to continue onward toward
civilization. Tre’Ent had given her a
general direction to follow where he believed a settlement was.
Smiling with her
excitement, however, once she was out of the darker portion of the forest, she
skipped forward into a run. Her legs
pounded against the ground as she dodged around trees and over fallen logs,
moving as swiftly and as gracefully as a gazelle with her fanny pack and
sheathe dangling from either hand.
She sprinted what must’ve
been miles, feeling absolutely no strain or loss of breath when she finally
came to a river, a wide one.
It was softly moving, and
looking down at herself, she thought that she could use a bath before
continuing on. So swimming across to the
other side – luckily her fanny pack was waterproof – she deposited them there,
and began to play.
It was a wonderful
experience. At home, she had had a
Jacuzzi for a bath, which was amply large, but this was big enough for her to
swim around in. A most wonderful
experience in and of itself.
But then, as she swam
with only her head above the waters, she suddenly heard some jeering and
catcalls coming from the riverbank.
Spinning immediately around in the water, she saw what she knew to be a
group of loggers holding up her gown while pointing at her. They laughed and cheered and did lewd finger
gestures in her general direction. Her
form took upon a treading water float as she stared evilly at them.
Loggers. The biggest thought in her mind was that they
were hurting Tre’Ent.
“Hey baby! Why don’t you come up here?” One said, while
grasping at his groin. “I wanna introduce you to some sweet
Great, summer workers. Diyana looked to the crowd, and then to where
another was holding up her bodysuit and she noticed that the thing was just as
big as he was. He was sliding a hand
over the front of it making even more lewd gestures.
“Excuse me.” Diyana said
finally, smiling impishly. “But could you please leave my stuff right where you
found it? And if you please, go and
leave me alone, I want to get out soon.”
“Then why don’t you?” yet
another mused. “We’d be glad to personally give it to ya.” This was followed by a fit of laughter as
the speaker pointed at his crotch while jutting it out to her.
Men, who were little more than boys. And killers as far as she was concerned. Tre’Ent was
so closely linked to the Earth; all she could think of was that for every tree
they chopped down, he felt it.
“Please do as I ask, I
don’t want to come up there.” Diyana mused, pushing the bait.
“Oh… we can’t have that,
now can we, boys.” The apparent leader said.
“Actually, if you’d like, we can even come out there to you.”
“Don’t bother,” Diyana
smiled evilly, and then began to swim toward them.
There was actual surprise
on their faces as she moved forward through the water, but it was soon replaced
by lecherous leering. They licked their
lips as she finally touched down upon the shallow part of the river, her small
feet settling within the sandy bottom.
She then slowly continued onward, giving them only a view of her head
for a while, bending her knees to make herself look much smaller. And then when she practically hunched over
under the water, she rose to her feet.
Like some titanic
submarine surfacing, or like a Neolithic monster rising out of the
The one with her stuff
simply dropped them in disbelief, and Diyana had the pleasure of watching one
of the others wet himself… or finally climax, she wasn’t sure.
They looked at each other
to gain assurance from one another.
Never before had they met a woman who stood chest, head and shoulders
above them, let alone the addition of her abdomen and crotch. Never before had they seen a bosom whose
combined weight probably weighed more than they did. Never before had they seen an arm wider than
their whole body.
“I bet you were all
hoping to have a young woman to take advantage of…” Diyana purred, actually
feeling a vibration deep in her voice. “I bet you all wanted to take turns
holding me down while the other took advantage of me.”
In spite of themselves,
they all nodded. Diyana then knelt, and
then leaned backward back into the water before fanning her legs open,
revealing the soft fold of flesh that acted as the gate to her womanhood.
“Then I’ll give you all a
chance.” She said before giving her crotch a gentle caress, spreading the folds
briefly with her fingers to reveal the red nib of her clitoris. “If you are
able to pierce me, then I will let you have your way with me. If not… I’ll have my way with you.”
She had to word that just
right, so that they would all consider it a win-win situation. One of the young men actually considered her
offer with deeper thought, and then ran away, the other four however, simply
advanced further. One began undoing his
belt.
Diyana had to suppress a
giggle as he dropped his drawers and trousers with a clink of his belt and the
change in his pocket. In comparison to
Tre’Ent, she had never seen a dick so small.
He was already hard and firm even as he shuffled forward and knelt
between her legs. Diyana smiled
seductively at him as he caressed the layers of her stomach, and then her
breasts, and as he dipped his waist forward, one hand guiding his manhood, she
clenched her vaginal muscles.
A sound like tendons
grinding together came briefly to her ears and she laid there, the water
brushing up against her arms and back while she breathed calmly. Again, she had to suppress a giggle while
watching this man’s frustration of not being able to enter her.
Apparently, Tre’Ent’s
version of ‘getting wood’ had new meaning to her now.
Finally, the young man
fell backward, his member drawing limp again while he gasped at her.
“Give up?” she teased,
rolling her hips while relaxing again.
She took his laying flat
on his back a yes.
“Dude.” One of the others
that remained said. “I always thought you were a limp dick. Let me show you how its done.”
“By all means, show
me. And remember, if you fail, I get my
way with you.” She sang the last part, and smiled broadly at the next person to
step toward her, he too undoing his belt.
“C’mon man.” Another said
even as this most recent speaker dropped his pants. “She’s up to somethin’ and
I don’t think we’ll like it.”
Another sensible cretin.
“You don’t like it? Then get the hell outta here!” he said, and
then knelt where his friend had just vacated.
The sensible one backed
down with a raise of hands and left too, though he didn’t run away like his
predecessor.
Again, Diyana clenched
her vaginal muscles just before she was to be pierced, and leaned back further,
dipping her mane of white hair and six hair rods into the river before making a
noticeable yawn.
This angered the young
man, and he tried so hard to pierce her body that he climaxed just by the sheer
effort of inadvertently tossing off, and she felt a hot burst of sticky fluids
alight against her pubic mound.
“That’s it?” she purred
again, lowering a hand to wipe away his spooge, carefully hiding her disgust as
she moved her lower section to dip into the water to wash the rest of it
off. She did not, however, make an
effort to hide the fact that she was cleaning herself off. “Well, two down, two
gone, that just leaves you, pretty boy.
Do you think you’re hard enough, and strong enough to pierce these thighs?”
The last remaining did
have a promising growth in his trousers, but she doubted that. Regardless, he did strip, and so Diyana
maneuvered her lower half into position again, ready for the loving which she
would never let happen. This one,
however, didn’t fight fair. He licked
his finger, and then slid it enticingly about her vaginal mound, and
immediately she felt a prickling sensation before her body began to relax. He caressed her moist thighs, parted her legs
until the formation of bone inside her legs against her hips wouldn’t allow
them to go any further. He then parted
her pubic mound, and managed to get the tip in before she remembered herself.
He grunted and gritted
back a scream as something akin to his member being caught in a mousetrap
occurred when she tightened the folds again.
She let him pull himself out while he gripped his groin with both hands.
“I’m sorry… guess I’m
stronger than I thought.” Diyana giggled, and then immediately rolled forward,
closing off the view of her crotch as she arched her back and closed her legs.
“You all lost, now its time for me to do as I will with you.
The first two looked at
each other, and then tried to run away, but Diyana snatched the shirt cuff of
both before they were able to get away.
The third she simply sat upon while he continued to grab himself,
trapping both his arms against him while giving him an expert view of her
femininity.
Diyana’s demeanor then
went as foul as she felt.
“The three of you came
out here and found a young woman, and thought nothing more than perhaps to take
at vantage of me. I should rip your
sacks off for that, but that would mean cursing you for the rest of your lives.”
She then forced the other two hard onto their fronts before standing up,
towering over them all. “Now strip. All
of you.”
She was amazed how three
white boys could disrobe, and once she was done, she rummaged through their
pockets for all their money and change, and gave them only their id and
passports.
“The three of you have no
respect for the world.” She said at last, still holding onto their clothes. “No
respect for women, no respect for nature, so you three are going to learn that
as you race through the forest to get back to whatever logging camp you came
from. And when you get back, you are
going to pack your things and go home, never again to harm these trees. Mark my words, I will be watching. Now get out of here!”
She was surprised at how
her voice boomed. The three each gave a
little squeak and then raced off as quickly as they could.
Exhaling deeply, Diyana
then looked down at their clothes, so infuriated at what humanity has become,
she felt ashamed that she had been apart of it.
She wanted to burn these clothes, and before she knew it, they caught
flame. She was so surprised that she
dropped them onto the ground and skipped back, watching them quickly
incinerate. Looking down to her hand,
she saw the lines about her palm and wrist slowly growing dim again.
Somehow, she had done
that…
16
The light of the sun was
going down very fast.
Diyana had again donned
her bodysuit of white, and had straight away begun to follow the three felons,
keeping her humor to herself while she watched them run naked through the
forest. She had to keep further away
from them now, being that her body lines were beginning to glow again, and her
eyes were taking on a glow of their own as well. Additionally, the weight of their coinage in
her fanny pack was causing additional jingling.
Finally, they sprawled screaming into their logging camp, and Diyana,
coming to a hiding spot close to the edge of the camp, gasped in shock at what
she saw.
The unmistakable lock and
key of Locke Enterprises was on everything here. This was her company doing this. But she
couldn’t remember any logging activities in the rainforest. In fact, she’d expressly forbidden it. Who was doing this?
She sat and watched as
the three men were placed in blankets and shuffled off. The probability of them ever coming back
would probably be nil. But nonetheless,
Diyana stalked along the edge of the vast clearing, seeing that they were
constructing something here.
Preparations for a huge cement block were about to be laid, with a small
road leading up to it.
It was still the smaller
machinery, but it looked like they were about to build a building here of some
sort. Diyana waited until the three men
were escorted back into town before she snaked into the camp. Making her way first to the dormitory where a
bed sheet made a quick skirt, and a pair of large men’s loafers covered her
feet, barely, she then rapidly did up her hair.
Just as she finished, there was the sound of the door opening.
“Who the hell are you?” a
man’s voice said, and Diyana turned around, smiling warmly.
“I am Diyana Locke. Are you the foreman?” she asked as she strode
forward.
“No I am not, and there’s
no way in hell you are Diyana Locke.
She’s a…” his eyes settled briefly upon her titanic breasts. “A small
woman for one thing. And she was
reportedly was killed in a plane crash recently.”
“Reports of my death were
over-exaggerated. But as to you not
believing me,” She fished into her fanny pack and drew out her passport opened
it up to her picture ID, and then handed it to him. “I’ve just been… working
out lately, eating right, stuff like that.”
He gave it the once over,
looked at her, back to the picture and then back to her again. A moment later, his eyes lowered back to her
picture.
He reached up and touched
her face finally, tweaking her nose and pinching her cheek to see if her face
wasn’t a mask, but was eventually satisfied. “I’m sorry, Miss Locke, but we’ve
had people interfering with this project here for some time. I’ve become very suspicious.” He handed her
passport back.
“You’re face is right…”
he said at last before handing the passport back to her. “And if you’ve just
been eating right then I’m Abraham Lincoln.” He pronounced Abraham as Abe-ram.
“Whatever it is though…” he looked conspiratous, “Can I get some too… for me an
me wife?”
“You must be the chief of
security then?”
He nodded; a little upset
that she had changed the subject.
“I’m afraid I was not
informed that you were coming to
“Don’t worry about it,
can you show me to the foreman’s office though, please?”
“Certainly, this way,
miss.”
Whoever he was, he led
her across the compound with everyone temporarily stopping what they were doing
to watch her walk by. From the corner of
her eyes, she saw many of the loggers gaining a little more of a chubby than
usual.
She smiled at this. She’d never been thought of as a sexual icon
before.
The foreman’s trailer was
one of those stretch jobs, and one that was still attached to its semi. Inside were lavish living conditions. She had to bend over almost double to get it,
and then had to turn herself sideways to enter, but once inside, she saw someone
she was sure of never seeing again. The
pilot that had bailed out on her three days ago. She smiled maliciously, and grabbed him by
the shirtfront before lifting him easily from the floor.
“Well, well, well, well.” She purred, tightening her grip. “Security chief,
I’d like you to go get me three of those steel bars that they’ve been using to
plant supports with for that concrete block out there. This piece of slag is responsible for almost
getting me killed in that plane three days ago.”
The chief of security
hesitated for a moment or two, and then hurried away, giving Diyana time alone
with the foreman.
“Questions. Who are you, who tried to kill me, and why?”
“Answers. A ghost, a close friend, and because you were
in the way, miss Locke.” Despite that he was now facing down a force of nature,
he was surprisingly calm.
“You have nothing left to
live for, that, or you’re a psychopath.” She said. “You show no fear. Regardless, you are a dangerous man.” Diyana
said, and lifted a hand to the man’s forehead. “But I’m now an even more dangerous
woman.”
The lines upon her palm
lighted up with power, searing at his forehead, burning an emblem into his
flesh. The contact allowed Diyana to
dive into his mind, receive everything he knew, about martial arts, about
weapons, how to use them, who he was, and most especially, who’s been trying to
kill her.
“Anthony.” She whispered
and removed her hand. The man known as
Estaban stared at her, shaking. It was
doubtful he knew who he was right now. “I trusted him, I actually thought I
loved him.”
Diyana shook with rage,
and her fist came down and smashed the center counter so that it
shattered. The chief of security walked
in just then, carrying the heavy iron bars in both hands. Diyana took it from him with only one of
hers, twisted them all at once within her fingers, and then quickly bent the
bars around Estaban midriff, thighs and ankles.
She trapped his arms and legs together so that he’d have no way of
escaping should he ever regain consciousness.
She then pointed straight at the chief and in a low growl…
“Contact the police in
this area, and have this man arrested for attempted murder.”
17
Back in the
But then, while he was
looking through the report, his eyes began to read over a sudden decline. And then they spied a halt in work, and finally,
on the report page, a faxed in page, was a ‘halted by executive decision’ stamp
on it.
Furious was not a strong
enough word for what Mr. Strong felt just then, but he was able to keep his
temper as he dropped the report on his desk and then punched the call button
for his secretary.
Within seconds, the
luscious woman who he had hired to do his bidding strode in, wearing her usual
opaque blouse, no bra, and a miniskirt that just showed the barest fraction of
flesh uncovered by her thigh high socks.
“Yes Mr. Strong?” she
said. She was a businesswoman, but
doubled as a stripper and a whore in the background where no one could see
her. Beautiful, intelligent, and built
just the right way. The perfect
‘assistant.’
“Why was this report from
the South American Projects returned canceled by Exec decision?” He seethed. “I
am the current Exec here, who else could have stamped this?”
“I believe, sir,” she
responded without quaver in her voice. And
strong willed too, Anthony thought. “That you
might want to check the signature of the person who authorized the
cancellation.”
He did, and felt his eyes
bug out of his skull when he saw who had indeed canceled the work.
Diyana E. Locke.
“Schedule the company jet
for departure, Miss Bauxite. I’m leaving
for
Miss Bauxite nodded and
then exited post haste. Anthony dropped
the papers on his desk, turned to look out the windows of his corner office,
and then, turning again, opened his bottom drawer and drew out a forty-five-caliber
Beretta.
18
Practically twenty-four
hours later, Anthony Strong was being driven up the dirt road that led to the
work site. What he found was nothing
less than unnerving. The cement block
had been laid, and it had had time to dry, but all the workers were on the
block… partying?
Two huge grills, tubs of
beer, party games, and dozens of everything else to make merry were all placed
on the block instead of the support pillars for the construct. Anthony opened his car door and leapt out of
it before it even had time to stop, and started screaming at the top of his
lungs.
He was afforded perhaps a
moment or two of attention, but then ignored after that.
“Who’s in charge here?”
he growled as he cuffed one of the younger workers by the jacket front. “Where is Estaban? Where is the foreman?”
“Last I saw, he was in d’
trailer over there.”
There were a few sniggers
from the gathered workers. Anthony let
go of him and strode purposefully toward the foreman’s trailer in a huff.
But then he paused,
looking at some of the heavy machinery around, the tractors, the bobcats, the
backhoes… all of them seemed to have been pinched practically in half. Even the crane for goodness sake, it was
snapped in half!
He swallowed, and then
continued onto the trailer. His hand
reached the doorknob, and without seeming to turn the thing, he opened the door
and practically exploded into the room.
Looking left and right, he scanned the trailer for any sign of his black
ops man, but he found no trace of him.
Selachii, the chief of security, however, lifted his eyes and stared at
him.
“Good day, Mr. Strong.”
He said with a small smile. “I must say I had expected you a little later than
now. Apparently this project is more
important to your welfare than I had thought.”
“What is the meaning of
this Selachii?!” I trusted you to keep
everything safe, how could you have…”
The door shut behind him.
Anthony Strong blinked
for a moment, and then turned before surging backward against the wall and
giving off a short scream.
It had her head, but it
was the body of some super woman. Her
body could have fit five of him in it, with one occupying that huge chest of
hers.
“Hello there Anthony.”
Diyana Locke said with a sultry little smile crossing her face.
There was a small couch underneath
her, but because of her size, it was completely occupied by her bottom. Her hands and feet were quite delicate as
before, but the rest of her body, huge, massive, packed with muscle. She seemed to be twice her original
size! Twice his size!
Diyana uncrossed her
legs, and the skirt she wore unfolded a little as she rose to her feet, having
to tilt her head forward and bend over a little bit so that she could fit
within the trailer. But the fact
remained that she towered over her former suitor.
“What have you been doing
here?” she asked, looking at him from over a pair of designer glasses while her
breasts hung heavily from her chest. “And why, oh why, did you try to kill
me? Did you kill my parents too?”
“D-Diyana… w-what
happened to you?”
“The world’s most potent
aphrodisiac and steroid. Answer the
question Anthony.” She responded, rather coldly. “My patience is already far to strained right
now.”
Anthony looked to her,
and then to Selachii, immediately figuring out what happened. Estaban must’ve squealed. But then, he wasn’t in the
“Diyana, you’re an
intelligent woman.” He finally managed, and he managed to twist his mouth up
into that calculating smile of his again. “Locke Enterprises is a major
producer of military armament. We create
battleships, fighter planes, and of course, high tech hand held weaponry.
“My job from the very
start was to find clients for Locke industries.
It was one of the reason why we doubled our income last year, and shy
you can still eat caviar and sleep comfortably in all five of your big houses.
Now, there hasn’t been a war since the gulf war… and that really wasn’t
a war, par se… just another police action.
“Now, why do you think I
was building a building in the middle of nowhere… and in
There was a moment of
silence, and then Diyana, without her face really changing, gave the answer
why. “Gorilla warfare. You’re going to
supply mercs and gorillas with our weaponry.”
“Exactly.” Anthony said,
and then his hand snapped into his jacket and pulled out his Beretta. “Your
father had nearly found out about me, and thankfully, I was able eliminate
him. Locke Enterprises has been very
useful over the years, and of course, if he were able to find out about what
I’d been doing, then, well, I’d go away for a very, very long time.”
“Extortion, money
laundering, sales to terrorists… “Selachii spoke up, rising to his own feet.
“The first few would put you away, the last one; however, is a federal offense
punishable by death. A crime called
treason.”
“Yes, in the
“And so I bid you both
adieu… good luck in finding me in the forest.”
He smiled and dashed outward. The door banging behind him.
Diyana threw herself at
the door, and in her rush to follow after him, she not only ripped the door
off, but also forced the door wider before she leapt out, splitting the trailer
in half as she leapt out. Anthony was
practically at the forest edge and turning with his Beretta still in hand, he
gave off a quick squeeze. Diyana felt
the searing pain of a bullet strike her chest and knock her back.
Apparent she wasn’t
invulnerable as she thought.
“Are you ok?” Selachii
asked as he attempted quite vainly to lift Diyana. The workers that were partying had all
stopped at the sound of the gunshot and were watching the exchange.
“Yes, yes.” She said at
last. “Despite what he thinks, he is not safe in those woods. Get the workers out of her and back to the
city, with pay, Mr. Selachii.”
Diyana felt the wound,
felt it actually sealing itself. Soon
she tasted something metallic in her mouth and she spit it out into her
hand. It was the lead slug, now
completely flat.
It must’ve hit her muscles and flattened, she thought before placing it Selachii’s hand.
“Additionally, I want you
to join them, mainly to inform the authorities that there is a terrorist out
there, and then inform headquarters that Anthony Strong has been fired, etc.
etc. Invent things. I want the U.S. Government sending special
ops teams after his ass.”
“Yes, miss Locke.” He
said staring down at the bullet. “But what are you going to do?”
“Hunt him down.”
19
Diyana hurried off into
the forest after Anthony. The
bastard had actually tried to kill me! She thought to herself. She tensed, looking around herself.
What am I doing? She
asked herself then. Anthony could
be right underneath me and I wouldn’t know it.
I’m not a tracker, or a huntress or even a fully qualified Amazon. Sure I’m stronger than any other Amazon there
is, but he’s got a gun. The great
equalizer.
Biting her lower lip, she
scanned the forest around her, and in desperation, actually tried to smell her
prey, but was unable to. She decided
that she needed help in this. And if
there was anyone connected better to the Earth, it was Tre’Ent. His presence, at least, she could point to no
mater where she was in the world, and she could tell practically to the
centimeter how far he was from her. And
so deciding that his help would be warranted, she stepped off in a light trot.
A little ways off, she
began to pull open her earthly clothes; removing her skirt and jacket before
letting her bosom swell underneath the bodysuit she still wore from the Amazons
to bare her chest underneath a mass of drawstrings.
She wasn’t sure, but she
was sure she was getting larger still.
Most of what she thought about while waiting for that bastard Anthony,
was how tight her bodysuit was getting, how its front kept trying to slide
between the folds of her crotch. It had
already gotten quite taut on her backside, and her skirt didn’t seem to fall
about her knees as much as she wanted them to.
As it was, wearing her bodysuit like she was now, with the back tight
between her cheeks, and her huge chest straining against two flaps of fabric
and a dozen strings, was the only way she felt comfortable. This thing was supposed to be loose for
goodness sake… with the bottom between her knees or ankles, not flush up
against her crotch and making invasive maneuvers between her buttocks.
For most of what remained
of the day, and a little into the night, Diyana simply continued onward,
keeping a steady pace, until she was once again walking down the village square
toward the temple. A small crowd
gathered around her as she stepped onto the main courtyard, and she smiled as
younger girls reached out to touch her ample bodice. She felt their fingers tracing the lines
against her form that was now split in a hundred different places, done by the
lines of light from the firebird inside of her.
Despite the chill in the air that brought out vapor in the breath, she
felt quite warm.
Finally moving past the
mob and saying goodbye, Diyana then quickly ascended the steps to the throne
room. The four guards all came to
attention as she entered gingerly and Sinead stepped forward and embraced her
like one would a daughter.
Again, the change in her
was most apparent, as Sinead pressed her cheek affectionately into Diyana’s
straining bosom, which meant that Diyana had grown nearly six inches since she
had last seen her.
“Diyana, we’re so glad
you’re back. We’ve got great news… the
metal demons that had been assailing our domain have stopped! They all remain as lifeless husks now!”
Diyana looked back at
her, confused. “Metal demons? You all
didn’t tell me about them…”
“They growl and screech
like wounded animals, some with long necks, some with huge broad heads, with...
with men – evil wizards – sitting on their backs making them destroy
trees. Our Amazons sometimes attack the
metal demons, and they quite usually defeat them and capture a man or two to
work their affections on.”
Diyana thought for a
moment.
“Loggers... and their
leveling machines.” She corrected.
This time it was Sinead’s
turn to be confused. Diyana smiled to
cover the embarrassment.
“Come with me, and I’ll
tell you all about them, but we need to go to the Grove. I need Tre’Ent’s help.”
20
“These machines are driven by men?” Sinead ask as she and Diyana
made a rather brisk walk, even for them, to the Grove.
“Yes. They aren’t even alive, and without someone
controlling them, they won’t work. And
if it’s what I think it is, then they have all been halted Sinead. But there is a man, who is quite mad, who has
escaped me, and I mean to find him. He
killed my parents, and I’m sure that Tre’Ent can help me find him.”
Sinead had hurried out
with Diyana without bothering to put on any clothes. Other than her cloak, she wore nothing
else. It was now that she viewed Diyana
with some interest, looking at the younger woman’s body with speculation.
“The power of the Minerva
fruit which changes us all always stops as the dream where you are loved by
your tree spirit stops, and you find yourself with your man atop you loving you
with his heart’s content.” Sinead was saying as she maintained the same surging
stride as Diyana. “But you seem to be growing still.”
Diyana slowed after a
moment or two, and then stopped, her hands lifting to cup her bosom, which was
many times larger than her hands were able to cup.
She held the form of a
woman still… a particularly muscular and large woman. She felt like the hulk with natural skin and
tits. The huge, rounded spheres of tough
and firm flesh against her chest felt as if they were more muscle than glands
and fat, or perhaps just an ample amount of glands super compressed.
Even though her bodysuit,
once being a body cloth, was undone in the front, the strings criss crossing
her breasts were beginning to press firmly into her flesh, as were the strings
along her sides. There was also one seam
in the whole thing that seemed to be straining, in particular, the bunch of
cloth that rode at the base of her crotch.
Just thinking about her womanhood brought a warmth to her crotch, and
she mentally pushed her enhanced libido to one side.
“Less than a week ago, I
was a tiny little girl that was just barely a woman. Now look at me.” She said and started forward
again, going a little bit slower now.
“In time, the only choice of clothing I’ll have is a simple cloak like
yours.” She said after another pause, and then turned to the queen. “How long
have you been like this?”
Sinead paused, and then
smiled. “Fifty-three years.” And then smiled at Diyana’s expression. “Yes, we
are made exceptionally strong, and become long lived as well. So closely linked are we to our lifemates
that some of us can live as long as they do.
And so I wonder, Manna Goddess… how long shall you live?”
Diyana smiled, and then
took in a deep breath of pride, before opening her eyes wide as she heard
something tearing. Her eyes leapt to her
form as the drawstrings against her bosom began to strain and then snap one
after the other. But it didn’t stop there,
and it seemed that as if filling her lungs was too much strain on everything,
and she felt the bindings against her sides break open in the same way. And then like an elastic band that was being
wound up too many times, the seam at her crotch tugged wide and then broke,
just as a tear split the front all the way down to the seam.
What remained of her
white bodysuit fell away from her bodice, as she stood proud, mightily, and
quite revealingly, with the fullness of her femininity on display to the
forest.
“Oh, Diyana… I shall have
another made immediately.” Sinead said.
Diyana merely looked to
her hands, feeling her crotch clench as a breath of air blew between her legs.
“Yes, have another one
made, but no need to rush it. We might
as well find out if all this stops.
Besides…” she paused, and smiled as her eyes lifted to the thickening
forest up ahead that housed the grove. “I believe Tre’Ent has been wanting to
‘see me’ again.
“I may be awhile,
Sinead.” She said then, not taking her eyes off of the grove. “I wish to speak
with Tre’Ent, and I’m pretty sure that it will take some time.”
“No… if you will allow me
to accompany you, I wish to ‘speak with’ my lord Tekken as well. Affairs of being a queen keep me away from
him for so long. It’s been nearly a
month since I was last loved by him.”
There was a pause, and
then both women gave a sigh. Then, as
they started forward again, Diyana was completely unaware of a cloud of green
mites descend upon her discarded bodysuit to devour it.
21
Diyana’s bodylines flared
with light from forehead to the tips of her toes as she rocked her hips against
Tre’Ent’s waist, feeling his member swell deep within her bodice. Her eyes were closed; her reddened lips open
only just enough so that assorted gasps and sighs could escape her much larger
lungs. She could feel her teats actually
swelling against her chest, and within her ears, she could hear them clench as
if a fist was being tightened too much.
Tre’Ent, the beautiful
Tre’Ent, laid on his back, supporting his love in that strange half-and-half
form of his, with bark lining the outsides of his thighs and arms, and down his
back. The rest of him was quite real,
Diyana was sure. There was no way that
this was still the dream she had dreamt underneath his tree.
She pawed at his tight
stomach, and then looked down at him. In
their love-shared connections, she could feel herself drawing closer to him,
and so, like he had done with her, she tried to communicate with him.
‘Beloved,’ she
began. And he smiled up at her, taking
the outside of her thighs in both hands, before his thumbs caressed the insides
of her thighs and the lips of her crotch.
She knew that he could hear her. ‘Beloved… I need help.’
‘I know.’ He said, and
then did something with his hips that sent a wave of feeling through her body. ‘I’ve
been watching you since you left. I must
say that I didn‘t approve of your play with those men at the river…’ Diyana’s eyes snapped open. ‘But it was only
play, and you taught them to respect this earth and its denizens more
accurately than if I were to send one of my weapons after them. But please… keep me in mind in the future…” he caressed her face most lovingly. “I’d much
rather not wish to share you with another male.’
Diyana felt something
hurt inside of her, she felt what he had felt while he had watched her doing
her game with those loggers, and she bent forward, her breasts cleaving against
his chest before pressing against the soft ground. Her long hair then cascaded over one shoulder
and flowed about their faces.
‘I promise.’ She said,
and then caressed his angled cheek before kissing him. ‘But there is a
man. A man who’s been hurting your
forest.’
‘Anthony Strong.
Madman and terrorist.’ Tre’Ent supplied.
‘He’s been tracking you, Diyana.’
There was pause and
silence between them, while in the corner of the natural chamber Sinead gave
out a moan of pleasure as her lord Tekken pleasured her.
‘He’s close… isn’t he?’
Diyana asked, settling herself now against him, but not bothering to move so
that he was out of her. She merely laid
there against him, feeling her crotch continue to moisten against the gentle
throbbing.
Tre’Ent’s silence was
more than enough to confirm her fears.
‘What am I to do?’ Diyana
felt her hand curl in a slightly defeated way against her love’s broad chest.
His own hands took hold
of her about her waist, his hands cupping just above the broad flares of her
smooth hips. It took awhile for her to
realize that he was staring at her, and she lifted herself a tad so that she
could look back down into his now smiling face; her breasts again coming to press
against his chest. She felt him draw a
little bit more erect inside of her.
Diyana felt herself
rising as she felt the warmth within her loin’s increase, her powerful form
arching against her back as the throbbing inside her intensified.
A new wave of pleasure
washed through her as Tre’Ent merely held onto her by her waist, unmoving other
than the instinctive motions his body made while incensed. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was
slow, but as her eyes closed to slits in her growing pleasure, Diyana noticed
that roots were breaking from his sides and attaching to the ground. The swell inside of her filled her so much,
that though she tried to ride him, she found that she wasn’t able to move at
all. The sheer might of the pleasure he
was giving her was coming directly from the blood vessels pumping along his
rod.
And then Diyana closed
her eyes, rotating her hips as much as she could as her own lifemate’s
strength, which in many ways was many times greater than her own, incensed her
and gave her pleasure. Then their minds
linked, and she suddenly saw the world as he did. She saw it all at once, everywhere, and then
saw what he was doing.
Creatures, wherever they
were on the Earth, gave up the merest droplet of their spirits which then flowed
into the plants. Those then flowed
everywhere else, gathering and merging as they flowed through the great network
of life strands upon the planet. They
surged into the Grove, and then into Tre’Ent, and with each powerful throb, a
burst of that energy was forced into Diyana.
And then Diyana began to
feel the feeling of change.
Change had started to
pivot upon her as if it were directly attached to her heart as of late, and
each time she experienced it, it had always been at a time of pleasure. And it was happening again.
The lines of light all
about her body flared to even greater life now; glowing a hot red as more and
even more power flowed into her. She
felt that force of change, begin to transform her.
It began with a prickling
between her legs, a tantalizing caress of a thousand butterfly kisses as her
fingers clawed about where she and Tre’Ent were connected. Her fingers moved as if to pull herself off
of him by the sheer force of her hands, or to hold onto him as if their
connection was all that was keeping her on this Earth.
The pleasure was unlike
anything that she’d ever experienced before as millions of species of life were
intermingled within her body, one right after the other in rapid
succession. She felt energized, and she
reveled as the spirits merged with hers; of powerful icons like the bear and
the stag, of lowly scavengers like rat and raven, as well as mighty hunters
such as wolf and tiger.
Then, just below her
fingers, she began to feel the width of the glowing lines crisscrossing her
body begin to stretch, while the firm muscles of her crotch began to thicken
and grow stronger. And then it seemed
that she again began to grow from the power of her womanhood.
Atop her head, the long
trail of frost white hair softened into fur, and then thickened into a mane
that framed her beautiful face. Her
ears, small and demure, suddenly lengthened at the point, projecting high out
from her mane before folding over into a pair of cat’s ears.
Her hips pivoted and her
back arched as she leaned forward, and from between the twin rounded masses of
her bottom, her spinal column turned outward and extended like a whip
vine. Fur grew down its length from
where it ejected from the base of her spine as it lengthened to match her own
height. Her shoulders then rotated of
their own accord, and she hunched her back, jutting her chest forward to press
against Tre’Ent despite how much she sat above him. From between the two halves of powerfully
built muscle against her back, her spinal column rose with the sound of
breaking bones.
Against her fingers and
toes, her long fingernails started folding in half while curving, the tips of
her fingers thickening to give her claws, which then retracted briefly before
ejecting again to claw at her love’s chest and abdomen. Despite how sharp those claws could be, they
didn’t make a single mark against him.
Her feet grew pads, and thick patches of fur surrounded her forearms and
forelegs.
Her thighs spread a
little more, and with all the lubrication inside of her, she slid a few
centimeters further down his length with a groan and a sigh escaping her
throat.
Deep within her chest,
she felt a throbbing sensation as a deep-throated purr escaped her throat. She opened her mouth as her ears flattened
against her head, and to anyone chancing to look into he mouth would view her
canines draw to a point.
And then, finally, came
the most spectacular change of all. The
segments of her flesh began to spread and move, revealing the shifting light
beneath. The broad blades of hardened
flesh moved about her and refolded, hardening and reforming to the consistency
of steel; creating a form of chitinous body armor. Against her back, she could feel them all
piling together, with most of all those many plates collecting together into a
pair of much larger plates.
The part that was her
body underneath all the plates now glowed luminously. She felt her nipples harden and extend from
her chest; appearing as darker points of light against her flesh as all of the
many plates completed migrating but continued to reshape and thicken.
And then all across her
form, across her shoulders and the back of her neck, all about her back and
thighs, everywhere except the front of her body and the insides of her thighs,
her flesh darkened. Like spots of dark
light, or motes perhaps, decorated her body exotically.
There were a few brief
moments as there was nothing but the throbbing inside her loins, her eyes
lowering to stare at Tre’Ent as he now smiled up at her. Diyana felt spent, but despite that, she felt
the last traces of transformation take her body as by some unconscious thought,
the overlapping realm of plates against her back began to spread.
The great pair continued
to unfurl, creating a pair of wing stubs that arched upward as far as they
could, before a second later, immensely long and thick spines telescoped along
its edges. The thick flesh between them
spread as they did, forming a pair of great gossamer wings even as her body
lengthened about the middle, and her chest lifted even higher as more muscle
piled upon it.
Her new wings then
suddenly bubbled it seemed, thickening in great spurts of growth to create a
pair of immensely strong arms that held up wings that were easily three times
wide as she was tall.
They then simply fell
over her shoulders, framing her tantalizing bosom like a great cloak opened at
the front while the glowing of her flesh subsided. Between her legs, she began to relax as
Tre’Ent drew limp inside of her, and a wash of body fluids practically burst
from inside of her to decorate her thighs and his abdomen.
‘We make you stronger’
Tre’Ent finished, smiling up at her as he detached from the Earth. ‘We
make you the second Force of Nature.’
22
Diyana cupped her crotch
gently, smearing the sticky fluids up her front before licking her fingers dry.
Tre’Ent had returned to
his usual Tree form, as had Sinead’s lifemate, though he merged with his tree
instead of becoming one. There was a
definite difference between them all.
Sinead was now watching
her do this, with a mixture of wonder and awe playing against her face. Diyana was just amazed at how small Sinead
seemed now. Apparently she had grown
even stronger and larger than before, and while she stood, she had a tendency
of standing on her toes, which had widened and grown their own claws without
her notice.
“By the Maker.” Sinead
breathed. “You look Beautiful, Diyana.
Majestic, powerful and noble.”
Diyana finished one hand
by sucking on all her fingers at once.
“But deep down inside,
I’m the same woman, Sinead. If there is
any one thing in life that I do not want, it is to be worshiped like a
goddess. Unless it’s by Tre’Ent
himself.” She finished saying this as she caressed her breasts enticingly,
forcing her nipples to harden a little.
Sinead nodded. “Did
Tre’Ent tell you what you needed to know?”
There was a pause as
Diyana stared at the sticky strands dancing between her fingers and palm on her
other hand.
“In a way.” She answered
at last.
At her back, her gossamer
wings folded tight against her back, so that they both looked like nothing but
a pair of molted plates as she started sucking on her other hand. She reveled in the tantalizing taste that
slowly dripped down her throat. Both
sweet and sour all at once.
“Sinead,” she said after
a moment. “There is something I’d like you to do for me.”
“Anything mistress…” but
she cut off with a sharp and then a hurt look from Diyana. “I’m sorry… anything
you wish Diyana.”
“I want you to teach me
how to fight.” Diyana’s tail whipped
against her backside. “Teach me your ways, your weapons…” Diyana allowed
herself a grin. “Your wiles, even, if need be.”
Diyana then watched
Sinead as a smile slowly crept across her face. “Then allow me to start with
the latter, Diyana.”
Diyana blinked and stopped,
and then stared at Sinead as she reached up and dropped her cloak, and then
sidled around to stand in front of her Manna Goddess. Diyana was now so large, so powerful, that
her breasts were at eye level with the woman who had once stood over her. Those breasts, filled with womanly delight,
masses of glands and tough muscle, tensed.
Diyana looked down at her
queen, feeling a little odd while watching the elder yet smaller woman suddenly
step into her. She felt Sinead press her
navel against her own, the stickiness of her earlier lovemaking with Tre’Ent
cementing their two bodies together while her own crotch jutted forward over
Diyana’s.
Sinead then took Diyana
by the arms, her smaller hands merely cupping Diyana’s bulging biceps as she
gave a gentle push, and Diyana found herself squatting down, and then laying
back onto the soft foliage of the Amazon.
Diyana felt a little nervous as this woman sat upon her lap, rolling her
hips until their pussies both slid against one another, before her hands rose
and she began to massage Diyana’s breasts.
With one in either hand, or with each of her breasts being rubbed each
with one hand, despite herself, Diyana felt her nipples draw erect, swelling
mightily until three inches of clenched flesh stood from her chest.
Sinead then lifted
Diyana’s arms above her head so that she laid sprawled upon the ground, and
laying there with her chest lifted upward, Diyana closed here eyes as Sinead
began to caress and massage her.
“I must confess, that it
has been a very long time since I’ve done this, Diyana,” Sinead whispered as
she repositioned herself on Diyana’s lap, the folds of their crotches pressing
against each other more deeply than before. “And even then, I have ointments to
use, salves to administer,” Diyana felt her vaginal folds tighten, her eyes
closing slightly, remaining open only in wariness that a woman was actually
doing this to her. “But the hands do
remember…”
Sinead then slid forward,
her hands working at the muscles of Diyana’s neck, massaging the kinks
out. Diyana laid there as her queen, a
woman perhaps twice her own age, but rapidly becoming only half her size,
massaged and caressed her. The
sensuality began as Sinead came to Diyana’s breast, a huge mountain of flesh
that swelled and shrank with each tiny little breath.
Diyana watched Sinead as
her legs spread so that she could lay more flatly upon her Goddess, both of her
huge arms lifting to cleave Diyana’s bosom, and then wrap around the great
mound. Both of her strong hands then
kneaded the breast, a moment before Sinead lowered herself to suck from the ever-hardening
nipple.
Diyana sighed, feeling
her teat thicken within her queen’s mouth, practically filling it but
thankfully leaving enough space for Sinead’s tongue to caress it.
Tre’Ent had done this to
her, assuredly, coaxing wondrous feelings from her of erotic pleasure, but
Sinead’s touch was that of a woman, and what she was able to do, was a
different pleasure entirely.
Soon Diyana found herself
rolling her hips and arching her back as something tingly happened inside her
bosom, like a slow build up of some tectonic force that was threatening to
break away into a gigantic mountain. Her
teats became so firm that they ached, one being moistened, the other being
fondled with a spare hand. And then,
finally, release.
It was a trickle at
first, but whatever Sinead had done had touched off a synapse within Diyana’s
mind, which in turn touched a gland within her body, which in turn activated a
plethora of others. And then, within her
loins, Diyana began to know a new feeling of transformation. But unlike that sudden and powerful sensation
Tre’Ent had given her that made her into this animalistic force of nature, this
one was much more subtle. Where one was
an ice shelf of a glacier collapsing off, this was more like the gentle
building up of a mountain range… immensely much more subtle, but many times
more powerful.
There was pressure within
her chest, and looking down at it even as Sinead switched her position to work
on the other side of Diyana’s chest, she felt as if something was trying to
burst from her.
Her heart pounded, and
rolling her hips and arching her back, her hands lifted to gently caress and
fondle the full and rounded orbs of flesh against her chest. With the fingers of one hand she caressed a
nipple as a trembling feeling quivered just at its base, while with the other
hand, she massaged her other breast.
Diyana gasped; her clawed
hands snapping down to her sides to grip at the foliage beneath her back, and also
to claw at the Earth. Sinead rose
slightly to look down at her, a triumphant smile upon the queen’s face as she
looked down almost expectantly at Diyana.
Then there was a pause as the trembling within Diyana’s bosom continued
to build, the swelling becoming so great that the two sides were now pressing
against her arms and then against each other.
Then finally, something squeezed through the tip of her teats, and
Diyana watched in disbelief as a bead of milk escaped from the peak of either
breast.
“Th-this is incredible,”
she breathed, watching the subtle trickle spill down her front as her hands
lifted to cup her breasts, both of which were even firmer than before.
Sinead smiled, planting
her hands over Diyana’s stomach, the stickiness still there slowly melting away
as Diyana’s own milk spilled down her front and mixed with it all. The formula that came from the mixture of
milk and Tre’Ent’s wash upon Diyana’s stomach became a thick, syrupy substance
that she was more than willing to let Sinead lick from her fingers, which she
did happily.
But then Sinead settled
backward, and supped up the rest of it all, coursing her mouth and tongue from
Diyana’s crotch up her abdomen to get as much of the mixture she could. Diyana tensed and sighed with the attention her
queen was giving her, and thought all would end until Sinead again planted
herself on Diyana’s lap and then supped from her goddess’s breasts again.
Diyana pushed her breast
upward until she was able to take her own nipple within her mouth and suck from
it, and she was surprised at how sweet it tasted… like milk mixed with honey,
if that were possible. Sinead’s own
eager hands and body continued to grope at Diyana’s, massaging each and every
muscle, bringing forth Diyana’s femininity with a new, unbelievable power. She felt a new strength take hold of her and
her body not covered by her armor began to illuminate again.
Finally, Sinead came to
kneel between Diyana’s parted thighs, and with a gingerly outstretched hand,
she touched Diyana’s tightened crotch.
“You are perhaps the
first maiden in the history of the Amazons to become an Amazon in reverse,
Diyana.” She said as she stroked the firm folds of Diyana’s vaginal mound with
her both palms. Diyana had grown that
much. “A maiden is made a woman prior to being sent to the Grove.”
“I-is,” Diyana gasped
with pleasure and then began again. “Is that what you’re doing to me? Making me a woman.”
Sinead smiled, and then
bent forward to kiss and then suck upon the white patch of flesh projecting
from Diyana’s crotch before answering.
When she lifted herself, Diyana moaned again, and felt her clitoris
swell within her until it became engorged and firm, sticking out of her vaginal
folds.
“You said you wanted to
know about our whiles. And so I’m
teaching them to you. A race where the
men are never around when you need them has a tendency of developing an
affinity for your fellow woman.”
Sinead lifted herself and
pressed her bosom against Diyana’s, the weight of her breast sliding over
Diyana’s. There was a smile upon her
face as she settled again upon Diyana’s stomach, leaving one of her long,
powerful legs projected between both of Diyana’s, before she slowly slid her
shin back and forth over Diyana’s cunt.
“Tre’Ent, I am sure, is a
wonderful lover, and my Lord Tekken is as well, but the nights do grow cold
here in the forest, especially on those rainy summer months.” She pressed
closer, and Diyana felt the moistness and the warmth of Sinead’s crotch just
over her navel. “I am sure you can use a bed mate, Diyana. I’d be most honored, if you’d allow me to be
your mate in that regard.”
In spite of herself, a
warm smile crossed Diyana’s face as she bent her head forward to take Sinead’s
nipple within her mouth as she rose.
Sinead’s massive bosom rode over Diyana’s while the goddess’s great,
gossamer wings folded about them both as she embraced the older woman like a
child. Sinead, in turn, rested her hands
upon Diyana’s hard shoulder plates before moving to brush Diyana’s mane of
hair, with Diyana in turn pulling Sinead’s midsection into hers.
The firm moisture of
Sinead’s crotch slid effortlessly against Diyana’s midsection, draining subtle
vaginal fluids down her stomach.
Sinead’s milk was equally
sweet, and warm, and gave Diyana a most relaxed feeling. When she had drained one, she worked on the
other, quite liking this new arrangement.
And when everything was finished, and Diyana had been pleasured, she
then turned on her queen, and returned the favor.
23
Diyana smiled at Sinead
as she sat within their bathing pool, her thick, powerful arms resting upon the
pool’s edge, while she actually had to lean backward to be covered by the
water’s warmth. Sinead sat across form
her, the two each with their own set of young maidens washing them with sponges
and scented water, though the number around Diyana had risen to five because of
her size.
There was a new place in
her heart for the older woman, Diyana felt, and she watched her with a smile as
the older woman remained standing thighs being brushed by the water, while the
maidens washed her back.
“I need to learn how to
fight now,” Diyana said; flexing her wing and gently touching the back of a
maiden in thanks who had just spend a really long time scrubbing off the
cemented fluids against Diyana’s stomach. “I need to learn control now. I’m growing so strong, I’m afraid I may hurt
someone if I loose my temper. Someone important
and someone not built up like I am.”
Sinead nodded, and then
sat back. “When I was being pleasured by Tekken, he told me that Tre’Ent was
making you a Force of Nature, like himself, but a Force of Nature imbued with
animals instead of plant.” Diyana nodded at the obviousness of this. “‘This
form is merely the beginning,’ he had said, and ‘she’ll become even greater
than that in the near future,’ he had said.
‘And once she is done, so too will the rest of you follow.’
“Frankly, I am already in
amazement at your power, Diyana. If you
can be raised any higher than this… and if we are all to eventually gain this
power…”
“Thus the importance.”
Diyana assured her, and then surged forward, her huge breasts causing a small
tidal wave as they displaced so much water. “There is an enemy of all living
things nearby, Sinead. He is the one who
brought all those machines to destroy the forest. I’ve thwarted him, briefly, but he will be
back.
“I know him. He’s as tenacious as a raccoon trying to get
into the trash when he wants to be.”
“Excuse, please,” Said
one of the girls. “But what is a raccoon.”
Diyana turned and smiled
at the maiden who was standing there; practically naked as the day she was born
if not for the silken garb she was wearing.
In her hands she held a tray with oils and perfumes. She was perhaps just short of Diyana’s own
age, with a bosom that was just beginning to develop.
“A raccoon is a small
creature from the north, kind of like a giant rat with fur instead of
hairs. Most of its body is striped.”
“Does it taste good?”
asked another maiden.
“Can’t say that I’ve ever
had any.” Diyana’s smile broadened and she clasped the new speaker on the
shoulder.
Just then, a guard and
another maiden came bustling into the room, with the maiden dressed in little
more than a blanket.
“My queen, great goddess…
forgive me. Something strange just
happened to me.”
Diyana turned to the
maiden who was so excited, that the guard had to hold her up. Sinead rose from her place and strode over to
the maiden, stepping out of the bathing pool so that water fell about her in
rivulets.
“I had just laid down to
go to sleep,” she said. “And at first, I thought I was having a strange dream,
but then I realized that I was not.”
“Slow down,” Sinead said
as she knelt before the maiden to look her eye to eye. “Tell us what happened.”
The maiden took a couple
of breathes, and then began.
“I’d just finished
undressing and placed my clothes into the basin so that they could soak, and
because I was so tired, I just laid down to go to sleep. I thought I began to dream at first, because
the feelings inside of me just swelled as I drifted off to sleep, and they felt
so good!
Then I felt someone caressing me, encircling my bosom with a strong
finger, felt the warmth of hot breath upon my lips a moment before I was
kissed. I opened my eyes then even as a
hand began to massage my breast, and I saw a shadow of a creature poised above
me.
“It looked like us, but
its breast was flat, and something long and stiff projected out of its
crotch. All I could do was stare at it,
and at the creature, even as it placed a hand on either of my thighs and slid
my legs apart. And then taking that rod
thing with its hand, it pushed it inside of me.” Diyana blinked as the maiden
threw away her blanket and spread her legs wide.
The younger maidens still
possessed bush, Diyana saw, and hers was a tawny blond, just like her
hair. And it was moist, and bore the
drying flecks of some man’s wash on it.
Diyana rose to her feet, her wings folding over her shoulders so that it
was like a cloak for her, and she stepped forward to the edge of the pool so as
to hear the maiden’s story.
She grabbed her crotch,
and closed her eyes as she gave it a subtle rub with both hands; a sigh
escaping her throat.
“It did something to me
then, and for a long time. I felt my
femininity growing, I felt myself coming alive, and when I tried to pleasure it
in exchange for what it gave me, I think I may have gotten to ruff because it
promptly ran away.”
Anthony, Diyana thought,
and covered the foul expression upon her face with a forceful smile before she
leaned forward to crawl out of the pool.
“Please, tell me. What just happened?” the maiden asked,
looking around the room, and then to Diyana as she settled down upon her heals.
“Congratulations,” Diyana
smiled. “You’ve just been transformed into a woman.” By the most vile of
men on the face of the planet, she corrected,
and then took the maiden by the shoulders. “And you’ve been made a woman by a
man! A great day for you. I think its time you were to go to the Grove,
young maiden. Prepare yourself, you go
in the morning.”
She was so happy that she
forgot her blanket, and hurried out the chamber.
“You know who he was,”
Sinead said under her breath.
Diyana nodded. “His name
is Anthony. Anthony Strong.”
24
Within three days, Diyana
trained with the best warriors of the Amazons, learning everything from knives,
to swords and shields, to spears and finally to their own form of martial
arts. Soon, Diyana had wrist bracelets
for her warrior ranks equal to the Chief Hunter. With her enhanced bodice as well as the
growth to her intellect, three days was all that was needed before she learned
all the skills their warriors had to offer.
At the end of the third
day, Diyana was happy to give her fellow sisters a display of her newly gained
skills, as well as a show of her strength.
Her form and power included crushing huge boulders by squeezing it
together, and shattering them with a single punch.
In attendance, now
dressed only in a jacket and a loincloth, was the maiden made woman by Anthony,
and now made Amazon by one of the many Forces within the Grove. Diyana was glad that her new mate treated her
so gently. She was so proud of her new
body that she walked with her jacket wide open, and her loincloth tied so low
that it only just barely covered her crotch.
Diyana took her in as her
own daughter practically. The younger
woman still didn’t know the truth about the ‘spirit’ who had brought her
womanhood alive.
Diyana herself continued
to transform, becoming more impressive as the days, and in some cases, as the
hours passed. And so, she found herself,
now perhaps a thousand times greater than she was before she took a bite out of
that weird jelly bean-like fruit.
With a large group of
Amazons, Diyana also was able to wear as little as she wished… in many cases,
she went totally naked. The feeling of
freedom from this gave her such a high.
But now, as the evening fell and she felt more than ready to handle
anything that Anthony could possibly dish out to her, she retired, deciding to
finally go after the wretched creature.
Diyana climbed the
pyramid, and quickly found her humble room… she didn’t like the lavishness
anymore, and left it to Queen Sinead.
Closing her door behind her, she then stepped nimbly over to her
bedding, a mass of furs and blankets all arrayed into a nest, something she had
started to do subconsciously, and laid down.
Rolling onto her back, she closed her eyes and gave a sigh,
subconsciously clenching her vaginal mound briefly to feel the raw throbbing
power of even those muscles before she felt herself slip off toward
slumber. But still, there was the deep
throbbing desire to have a good lay with Tre’Ent, and as she stretched out
cat-like she laid still with her arms above her head and her legs projecting
beyond the edge of her bedding. From her
backside, the tip of her tail flopped lazily.
But unbeknownst to her,
something new was about to present itself to her. Through the small window, whose leather flap
that blew gently with the cool night air, air which even as she neared slumber
drew her nipples firm if not erect, a trailer from a vine creeped over the
window ledge.
As if a tiny eye were
attached to its end, it looked one way and then the next, and then down at the
powerfully built Force of animalistic power laying in the furs. It seemed to regard her for a moment or two
before seeming to slither down the wall leading to the window like a
snake. In truth it was merely growing,
and as it did, it projected more trailers that broke off in every direction.
Within moments, the
entire wall was laden with creeper lines, trailers and climbers, and the
thickening vine slithered and snaked around Diyana’s bedding until it began to
build up near its end. Steadily it began
to thicken as the creepers and trailers began to spread throughout the chamber,
while still more continued to combine and merge with the thickening end. Through the window blew a sparkling dust of
spores and seeds that took up a spirit of its own, and wherever it touched,
moss grew, and flowers, and more plants.
Within minutes, the whole
room was a massive, living, breathing chamber of life. The humidity rose, and soon moisture began to
collect on everything, most especially upon the super enhanced woman called
Diyana. Her flesh became slick with
perspiration and condensation both, her hair slick, and her reddened lips
sparkled with moisture.
And then the growing lump
of vines and trailers and moss at the foot of her bedding, all of which writhed
and moved like a bundle of snakes, suddenly shuddered. It then began to swell, with vines thickening
into wood, and the tiny knob rapidly grew into a huge bulbous mass that
steadily rose from the ground. Finally,
it reshaped, and a figure uncoiled from the mass, straightening with only the
power a man in heat could do, chest bulging with back straightening, and a pair
of blue eyes, blazed from a faceless mask.
It regarded the
Animalistic Force of Nature lying in slumber within the furs, its body
continuing to form while between its legs, the thick, bulbous end of the vine
that had originally entered Diyana’s room now projected surreptitiously
downward. And then as the creature grew
in mass, that projection grew firm and lifted, bulging powerfully as it knelt
upon the furs.
A dance of fireflies
entered into the room as the newly forming entity knelt down before the
powerfully built maiden, a hand lifting to touch her thigh to caress it. Her muscles clenched and tightened down the
length of her leg as the stranger slid his hand enticingly up the length of her
leg, his thumb creasing the inside of her thigh.
Diyana gave out a sigh,
her leg lifting, and then spreading away from the other, allowing this Force of
Nature a view of her vaginal mound as it clenched and thickened. The walls of the mound filled with so much
with blood that they pulled from her insides, spreading open to reveal the hot
pink insides of her womanhood, and the reddened nip of her clitoris, which
swelled into the space.
The force bent downward
and kissed her at the base of her abdomen, another sigh escaped her throat and
her other leg spread, allowing the stranger to kneel between her legs. Gentle hands continued to caress her, brining
forth the occasional sigh, the occasional groan, until the cloud of spores
settled about her. All at once, her body
shook with an orgasm, her nipples hardening so quickly and with so much force
that it sounded like reeds suddenly being wrapped too tight. Her back arched, her hips rolled, and her
thighs spread in just the right way so that the thick, powerful, throbbing mass
of vine projecting from the creature’s abdomen slid deep into her body.
Another orgasm hit her
immediately after, this one more powerful than the first, and the vaginal
muscles that had just been opened wide now clenched tightly about the
unyielding thing that had just pierced them.
The faceless mask split
near its base to create a mouth, and the creature known as Tre’Ent bent
downward to kiss his beloved.
Diyana again rocked her
hips and lifted her chin as her body came toward wakefulness, and for a moment,
she considered what was happening, rolled her hips, and then smiled up at
Tre’Ent’s own Force of Nature form. She
couldn’t help giggling before sighing again, as she realized that she was
suddenly being loved by a massive plant beast; a creature that in that form had
more muscle tone than she did.
Diyana then lifted her
legs to wrap around Tre’Ent before flattening her hands against his chest. Soon after that, his face, the front of his
neck, his whole front, and the inside of his thighs, became flesh, and the
warmth of his manhood throbbing inside of her body, thickened a little bit
more.
“I was just dreaming
about you, beloved.” She whispered.
She smiled up at
him. And then beginning to rock her hips
into him even harder as she came to sit more upon his lap, her knees to his
sides, while feeling her insides draw moist and warm, she felt her breasts
swell.
She then sighed as he
descended her body with his mouth, and then took a draw from her nipple.
Diyana felt her heart
pound within her chest, the heavy thudding of the powerful muscle as it pumped
blood and hormones all through her body, while her body itself released a mass
of pheromones to tease her lover further.
Eventually, they laid
still; their bodies dormant as they rested beside one another, and they found
themselves locked in mental communication.
‘How could anyone have thought that Foliage and Fauna
could’ve existed so closely?’ Diyana thought.
‘Why not? When we
existed with one another twice before, we created a whole civilization based on
organic technology. With Atlantis, and
then with the Aztecs.’
A memory stirred in
Diyana’s head. She actually remembered,
as if it were yesterday. She then spent
a moment or two contemplating that thought, trying to remember everything that
she could. It was like receiving someone
else’s memories. They had worshiped her
as the great flying serpent among the Aztecs, and as the Great White Angel
among the Atlanteans.
Tre’Ent had always been
“The Force of Nature.”
With their bodies still
connected, which was their closest concept of being one being again like it had
been billions of years ago, they laid against one another, simply enjoying
their lives with one another. This they
continued, through various degrees of enthusiasm, all the way into the dawn.
25
Diyana awoke again with a
start. Tre’Ent was gone, but his
redecorating to her chambers still remained.
Her titanic form rose, and mutely, within the dim luminance within the
highly moist contents of her room, she noticed that her flesh was glowing
again. Her armor had also grown thicker
through the night, and a molted light blue coloring had placed itself across
her form during the night. Lifting her
hands to her face, and then tracing her fingers about it, she found many bony
studs had grown about her face, and head.
The start of horns she guessed; and she felt her ears droop with wonder
at how far she had come in only a week.
Her armor was
increasingly growing more powerful, more detailed, more elegant, with the edges
of her flesh being detailed by some strange scales that glittered and shone
like fire opal.
Practically gone was the
fur about her arms and legs. The mane
that dipped from her head, however, now fell practically to her feet, and grew
not only from her head, but down her neck and most of her upper back.
It seemed as if that each
time she and Tre’Ent coupled, she transformed into something new and more
powerful than before. And all of
this started when she took a single bite out of a strange looking fruit; she mused.
Rolling to her feet, and
then rising up onto her toes, which spread wide now to support her weight,
Diyana heard the claws there clicking briefly against the stone before they
retracted. Her body – huge, powerful,
beautiful – glistened in the light from the window as she stretched from her
perspiration, the moisture, and of course, from another bout of ‘getting messy’
with Tre’Ent last night.
As she stretched her legs
however, she was in for a surprise as her head bumped against the ceiling, and
looking up at it, she rubbed the back of her head, amazed now that she was that
tall. Geese… that must be twelve
feet at least!
Her wings spread then
until they filled the whole chamber, themselves working to relieve the strain
of laying on them all night before they folded over Diyana’s body like a
robe. Their ends clasped one to the
other at her throat, leaving her front exposed while the rest folded over her
massive shoulders like a deeply flowing cloak.
Screw wearing clothes,
she thought, and then gave her cunt a gentle morning rub as if to wake it,
this is all I need.
Standing there, her mind
fondly remembering last night, Diyana then caressed the sides of her gigantic
breasts in that remembrance; the hair rods within her hair clacking briefly
against one another as she turned her head.
Today was her day to
hunt.
Then she bumped her head
on the door brace on her way out.
26
Heads turned as Diyana
strode down the hallways of the pyramid, finally exiting the edifice from its
entrance at its base. Heads continued to
turn as she strode down the courtyard, full Amazons and acolytes both watching
her go by, avoiding their goddess, especially once seeing the determined look
upon her face.
Diyana journeyed well
beyond the borders of the village before she spread her wings at her back, her
long tail flicking as they unfurled majestically.
She had tried to fly
before, and was amazed at how easy it was.
The birds had always made it look so complicated. And then with a take off that shamed those
birds, Diyana leapt up into the air, flapped her great wings a couple of times,
and then flew off into the air.
Instead of beating her
wings like a mad hen, Diyana’s arch into the air was merely a gentle slope that
brought her quickly over the canopy and then effortlessly allowed her to fly
just above the tree line. In flight she
was about the size of a small stunt plane, and since this was
A few days ago, it
would’ve taken her a few hours, even with her enhanced strength, to run the
distance she was now flying. Up in the
air, there were no obstacles, and flying was just simply that much faster than
running.
The site of the
construction site was deserted now, she found upon landing just before the
clear-cut clearing where it was being built, and walked carefully into it to
avoid detection from anyone hanging around.
Still there was a great cement slab, and she was grateful that the
loggers had cleaned up after themselves before leaving.
The trailer was gone too…
taken by Mr. Selachii so that a formal inquiry could be done. From here, she began to sniff around,
following her memory to where she started to follow Strong after he had shot
her, and quickly identifying his scent.
She knew it was him… the after-shave
he wore was strong enough and the wind here calm enough where it hadn’t been
dispersed even after three days. And
then standing there, Diyana then soon got to know Strong’s foul stench by
heart.
Great, she thought. I’ve got bloodhound in me now.
But that bloodhound
proved to be very valuable as she set off on all fours, sniffing at the air as
she followed a trail to where he must’ve hidden when she had burst in after
him. She smelt fear and hate there. Then following the trail further, she came to
where a soft white fabric lay on the ground.
The sheet that had served her as a skirt for the few days that she had
been waiting for Anthony to come down south.
She found that he had
spent a lot of time fondling it.
The scent led away,
following the exact path she had used to run to her new home. It followed her to the edge of the village,
where it remained, as if he were watching her from afar. It then followed her own scent out of the
village where they both headed… where they both headed toward the Grove.
When she noticed this,
she swallowed hard, and then rose up onto her feet again and walked the rest of
the way, her powerful legs keeping a graceful pace as she strode ever onward
toward the grove. She knew he had
followed she and Sinead to the Grove, he had found his way into the sacred
place, and perhaps watched them from just out of sight as they both were sexed
up by their mates. If that were true,
then he probably watched the maiden he had played with that night transform
into an Amazon. If that were true, then
he knew just… just how it was done.
Diyana skipped forward
into a full out run, leaping forward onto all fours, her claws digging into
Earth to propel her forward, and her fears eating at her heart. And then she was upon the Grove, and stopped
at where his trail ended. He had gone
into the grove, and he had come out. And
there, laying on the ground, were three
completely eaten Minerva fruits.
She herself had eaten
two, and it had made her more powerful than any of the sisters. But then again, Tre’Ent had been augmenting
her as well. She only hoped that her
other transformations would make her stronger than whatever Strong was
becoming.
She straightened, biting
upon her lower lip as she looked down at the fruit rinds… just staring at
them. He must’ve taken that girl,
and then escaped here. Then he must’ve
watched her from a distance while she transformed after eating the fruit. And then when Tre’Ent had spirited himself
away to attend to me last night, he came here again, and took some of the
fruit.
Diyana felt herself begin
to fume, and just out of the corners of her eyes she began to see her body glow
a little brighter. But then she heard
the hammer of a gun click backward.
“I knew, eventually, if I
waited long enough here, that you’d be back.” Said a deep rumbling voice, and
somewhere inside of it though, Diyana recognized Anthony in it. “You think me
insane, perhaps murderous swine? Perhaps
I am, but I’ll say this, Diyana, I don’t make love to plants.”
Diyana turned on her
heal, only to see not a gun, but something that could only be described as a
hand cannon in a fist much to large to be a male human’s hand.
That’s when she saw
Anthony beyond the gun. He had already
grown enough where his clothes had started tearing, and as she watched him, she
could almost see him swelling with his growing strength.
“A marvelous drug that
is, Diyana.” He smiled as she glared at him beyond the barrel of that gun.
“‘The world’s most potent steroid and aphrodisiac’ all in one,” he said
mimicking her. “And its affects are permanent too. How amazing.
“Think of how much money
I can make if I can replicate it.”
Anthony sat back onto a
fallen log while he viewed Diyana’s naked body with a wry smile, his eyes
scanning over her immense bosom, and the firm press of her vaginal mound
between her thick thighs.
“You are most amazing,
Diyana. I’ve tried to kill you three
times already, and you still haven’t died.”
“Three?” Diyana gasped,
suddenly surprised.
“Yes,” one corner of his
mouth lifted in a sinister smile. “The first time I had hoped to get you and
your parents at the same time. Unfortunately, I was only able to get your
parents. The second time was when I
sabotaged your trip here and third only a few days ago when I shot you. I did hit you didn’t I?”
Diyana stared at him, her
eyes narrowing darkly, and she looked at the gun in his hand now before licking
her lips. There was a high-pitched wine
coming from it. She wondered how fast
she could…
“Don’t even think about
it, Diyana. You may be strong and you
may be fast but this is a compacted rail gun.
It’s fast enough where the bullet would hit you even as I pull the hair
trigger on this thing, and a high explosive fragmenting round would hit you
with the force of a tank cannon.
“So, why don’t you sit
down for me?”
Diyana hesitated. She knew the specs of that gun practically
inside and out. She’d handled it, and
even fired it, and knew that whatever target she was aiming at would explode as
soon as the trigger was pulled. She
still didn’t think she was faster than a reflex, so she sat down, adjusting her
tail and crossing her legs before planting her hands on her knees.
“No… not that way.” He
gestured with the gun, and with Diyana still looking at him, she uncrossed her
legs and spread them wide, and felt a ghost of a smile cross her face as he
licked his lips.
“On second thought,” he
mused and rose from his place. “Why don’t you lay down, its been awhile since
we’ve seen one another, it’d be nice to… get to know one another better.”
The bulge in his already
ripping trousers began to swell. Diyana
looked at him, and made a judgment call and feeling the corners of her mouth
rise upward a little whimsically she slid off her rock. Sprawling against the stone, she opened her
legs before lifting one of her full and rounded breasts with one hand to give
it a tantalizing lick.
As she expected, the
wiles of a man overtook his mind, and he buffed himself up, his shirt breaking
open at the buttons and the sleeves. His
bulge then expanded so much that it actually busted his zipper and tore off his
trousers.
Still holding the gun,
now fully erect, the empowering Anthony Strong then knelt between Diyana’s
legs, and immediately, Diyana clenched her vaginal mound, just before he tried
to enter her.
Diyana smiled then at
Strong’s frustration as he tried to press into her; tried to invade her private
space, just laying there while he grunted against the impenetrable wall. And then when he realized what was going on,
he raised his gun to Diyana’s head, and she heard the humming intensify.
“Relax… you… bitch.” He
growled out, and her smile dissipating slightly, Diyana did indeed relax the
tension.
Strong attempted again,
but he was unable to move more that the head into the crevice, and no
further. And even to belittle him more,
Diyana laid back, spreading her legs more and relaxed as much as she could.
Again Strong became
frustrated, and this time the barrel of the gun was placed against Diyana’s forehead,
straight against the bony protrusions that were beginning to frame her face. “I
said Relax!”
“Believe it or not
Anthony,” Diyana smiled with impish glee. “I am as relaxed as I can be. You are not man enough to take me. Not thick enough, not hard enough, not long
enough… not strong enough,” she chuckled
maliciously. “To be able to pierce this body.” She leaned forward, and Strong
leaned backward, keeping the barrel of that hand cannon of his against her
head.
There was silence for a
moment or two, but then Anthony smiled, and smiled quite evilly. “Not now at
least,” he said, as his erection deflated. “But give me an hour or two… Then
I’ll be stronger than you.”
Diyana had very little
choice in the matter. She knew that she
could be shot with a bullet and survive it, but she knew nothing of what
Strong’s gun could do to her, especially if it could hit her with the force of
an artillery round.
Diyana kept thinking
about Tre’Ent, who was only a few hundred yards away while she watched Anthony
as he continued to grow, most particularly, how his member seemed to grow as
well. When he smiled at her finally, his
lecherous eyes sliding over her body, she could’ve sworn that it hung
practically to his knees by now. It was
then, with him easily as big as she, that it started to rise again.
“Now then,” he
practically grunted out this time. “Let’s try this… again.”
Diyana remained where she
was, and simply watched as Anthony’s erection lifted again; its length filling
and hardening, its entire length throbbing amicably as he neared. And then, looking disdainfully at the thing
as she felt Anthony’s hand cradle her back, and the barrel of the gun press
against her sternum, she braced her hands behind her broad hips, and then
spread her legs again.
She even relaxed this
time, watching as Anthony rolled his hips and angled his member for her crotch,
and then straightening, slid its entire length into her.
“Ah.” He grinned. “For a
very long time I’ve been wanting to do this to you. But you always pushed me away, you always turned me down.”
He began to rock into
her, tickling her crotch with one hand while at the same time stroking himself.
“Why did you always do that? Together we could’ve ruled the world, and you
would’ve been my queen.”
Diyana, nonplussed,
looked up at Anthony, unimpressed at the way he was sexing her. “Because I did
not love you.” She whispered. “And because from what I had heard and
experienced, you cannot treat a woman the way she wants to be treated. The way you can’t even now.”
Just then, Diyana felt a
trembling inside her pelvis, a wild throbbing.
There was surprise on Anthony’s face as he suddenly braced himself,
Diyana holding herself as she had been for the past few minutes. And then as Anthony slowly drew himself out,
Diyana suddenly understood what was happening.
A moment too late it would seem as Anthony finally exited her, and
sprayed her whole front from her face to her thighs and across her bosom with
his sticky batch.
Diyana opened her eyes
and looked disdainfully at Anthony, as he fell backward onto his stump, the
last bit of his climax draining out of him.
“That’s it?” she asked
looking disbelieving at him. “You
satisfy yourself for three minutes, and then roll over and go to sleep
right? No wonder no woman stuck with you
for more than a couple of weeks. You’re
pathetic. Tre’Ent would keep me up all
night!
You can’t even manage a few minutes.”
Diyana then licked her
lips.
“And on top of that, you
taste horrible. His is sweet, and
syrupy, yours is sour and lumpy.”
Diyana stood up and
Anthony lifted his gun again, but in a rapid swipe, Diyana tore it out of his
hand. She then slowly advanced on him,
staring at him from underneath a wave of her frost white hair as her hands slid
almost tantalizingly over her body. They
would have if she hadn’t been scraping off all the spooge splattered against
her form.
Just then Anthony turned
and ran, and in two long bounds Diyana had caught him and threw him to the
ground. As he tried to scramble away,
she caught him and flopped him over onto his back before sitting on his lap.
“What’s the matter?” she
teased before extending her claws and scarping them down his chest, tearing
open some long but rather shallow scrapes. “You’ve wanted to ‘do me’ ever since you saw me. If I remember, you tried to bed me on our
first date. I should’ve figured you out
right there and then.”
She caressed his groin,
and leaned forward until her titanic breasts pressed against his chest, which
as it was, kept her face far enough from his so that she didn’t have to smell
his breath.
“But I will give you your
time, just this once.” She smiled ferally, and she began to feel a hot warmth
begin between her thighs, right along with a supple moistness. “And something
that you should know about me, Anthony.
Whenever I have sex nowadays, I grow more powerful.”
And with that, she rocked
her hips, caught the tip of his member between her thighs, and then slid it
deep inside of her.
He continued to grow
while she took her pleasure from him, but then, with the tantalizing sensual
forces beating between her legs, her body glistening with juices, she began to
feel a transformation of her own. His
hands tried to pry her arms off of him even as the stiffness projected into her
body hardened even more. She clenched
and unclenched her femininity, rocking her hips enthusiastically, feeling her
power grow.
And then…
The parts of her bodice
that weren’t covered by her armor began to glow a soft hew as the strength of a
woman’s elation was amplified a thousand fold inside of her bodice, empowering
a new change.
Her long, brilliant white
hair lengthened even more, and a all her spots realigned into a plethora of
stripes and even more spots that pushed further forward and onto her
bosom. They decorated her from the crown
of her head to the tip of her tail. Her
tail thickened, becoming armored and longer as it extended from between the
swelling masses of her full and rounded bottom.
The middle and ring fingers of her hands fused together and lengthened,
with the claws on all remaining fingers sharpening and hooking into talons.
And then she hunched
over, opening her eyes just a little, feeling her wings as they thickened and
her back as it bulged immensely. She
then felt her spinal column realign – pushing out with the rest of her tail –
just before long spines erupted from her back.
Her crotch tightened even more, and Anthony gave a grunt as the pressure
became too great, and he screamed as his Johnson was pinched as if in a vise.
“What’s the matter
Anthony?” she purred as her incisors lengthened and her thighs thickened about
his form. “Surprised at this. Surprised
that you’re being raped by the very woman you yourself had just raped? I hope those three minutes were well worth
it…”
She giggled, and then clenched
her eyes shut before tilting her head back with laughter as her armor thickened
and realigned. And then it
happened... Her bosom lifted against her
ribcage as her body and forearms lengthened; her feet extending even more as
the toes broadened, and the claws grew even more larger. And then, just beneath her breasts, upon the
newly revealed expanse of her ribs barreling out underneath the titanic mounds,
appeared a new pair of nipples.
The newly gained pair of
pads then hardened as strongly as the first pair, before they too quickly
swelled. Though they did take from some
of the swollen mass of her primary breasts, the loss was only minimal as the
new pair grew to practically the size of the first pair.
Her eyes tightened as she
forcefully squeezed her cunt tighter, hearing Anthony scream as her talons then
raked his abdomen.
Again, Diyana felt her
flesh fragmenting, and looked down in time to see it separate again, spread and
slide underneath the already existing plates to bare her softer flesh beneath,
which was even now laced by a plethora of stripes.
The bony plates about her
face thickened, forming a crown of horns about her head that framed the mane of
hair that was still filling out about her neck and shoulders now. A pair of antennae erupted from her forehead,
as her mass doubled.
And she rocked her hips
again; unclenching her pussy as it slid down his length all the way to his
sack. Plates rose up against her back,
creating fins and pylons that folded outward while her spines thickened. She again clenched her vaginal muscles as
they swelled and strengthened and slammed her hips into his again. The realm of muscle along her stomach then
began to fold and refold over and over again, thickening until dozens of
muscles lined the length of her broadening ribcage to the flattened plane of
her abdomen.
She orgasmed, but through
no help from Anthony. To her, it was no
greater experience than jamming a vibrator between her legs. She was just using the poor sop for pleasure. But amidst that orgasm, the glow of her flesh
darkened to a deep blue, while an edging of hardened scale rose up about that
glow.
There, her elation began
to wane. It was then that she realized
that though Anthony had become stronger than any ten men, she had still worked him too hard. The rod that had been as hard as steel a
moment ago, had weakened and deflated, and was now pinched and twisted inside
her body to the point of uselessness now.
She smiled darkly as she
clenched her vaginal folds one last time as she slid off of him, feeling the
rush of seminal fluids draining out from her as his spent manhood flopped down
onto his body.
Diyana rose and stood in
her new glory, fondling all of her breasts at once even as they did one last
shift, her chest spreading so that all four had equal presence against her
chest. Her fingers teased her nipples so
that they all remained erect and moist with sweat and milk.
“You are so pathetic
Anthony. Strong you may be in comparison
to humans, but I am a veritable Force of Nature, and only another Force may
have me without suffering the consequences.
What do you have to say to that?”
Her question was answered
by an audible click, a hum, and a high-pitched whine.
Diyana turned in time to
see the barrel of the hand cannon pointed at her. There was a pause as she stared at him, one
hand to the gun, that hand shaking with furry, while the other clutched at his
groin which had shrunk and contracted deep inside the folds of his sac.
And then, he pulled the
trigger.
It was as if the blow hit
her even before he was done pulling the trigger, and indeed, the force of a
tank shell caught her full in the chest.
She felt the flechette round fragment and shatter against her chest,
burying thousands of tiny metal fragments into her body and made her feel as if
she had been dragged a mile naked down some city back street. She was knocked back and into the forest, her
form slamming against a thick tree enough to make an impression, and then cause
it to collapse forward and break.
And in that instant… the
world ended for Diyana Locke.
27: Awakening
Diyana awoke even from
death, her glowing green eyes opening to stare up at the canopy of a naturally
made cavern formed from the trees and bushes that grew so close to one
another. She tried to rise to a sitting
position, and then noticed that she was ensnared inside of a cocoon of vines
and leaves and moss.
Diyana tried to struggle
out, but even despite her massive strength, she felt far to weak to break her
bonds.
‘N-no. Don’t do
that. Please remain still, beloved. The healing is nearly over.’ Came a soft voice in her head, and though she
couldn’t see who was telling her this, she knew it was Tre’Ent.
She slid her head
sideways to see the great tree that was Tre’Ent, his shimmering, silvery-white
bark seeming brighter now. His plant
form seemed even larger than before, practically touching the top of the
chamber with his leaves nearing its edges.
He looked like a cross between a willow and an oak, with just a hint of
bonsai. Just looking at him, Diyana felt
great peace.
‘Ohhh…Beloved… what happened?’ she asked through her mind.
There was silence.
‘Tre’Ent, what happened to me?’ she asked again, this time receiving an answer.
‘You gave yourself to another man.’ He answered solemnly, almost coldly, and Diyana
struggled to lift her head to look more fully at him.
‘I-I transformed again.’ She voiced
within her head.
‘That you did. You
are now a creature of nature, a goddess of the Earth. Animals are your boon, and so they give you
their strength… even those who would be your enemy. In my arms I see you, as you were, once upon
a time ago, billions of years ago before the race of man ever drew breath from
the Earth Mother. You.
‘Your love for them transforms you as you gain power from
them, and the stronger you become, the stronger I become. And visa versa.
‘When you learned the wiles from the Queen Sinead, you
not only learned of the ways of a woman, but her desire in you awakened your
womanhood so that your body made ready to bare child. Your breasts became supple with your milk,
and are even now ready to give sustenance.
‘When you coupled with the man known as Anthony Strong,
his desires… his… fetishes, awakened in you his sexual desires, which could not
be realized anywhere on Earth, were realized in you.
‘A Demoness, a woman stronger than he, and a female with
multiple sets of breasts and a powerful libido.’
Diyana lowered her head
and became quite silent.
‘I’m so sorry Tre’Ent.
I broke my promise to you.’
‘You were being forced at first, Diyana. The changes he made in you broke your self-control. I understand what you had done, and now only
ask that you be wary should there be a next time.’
‘I’m stuck like this then?’
she asked.
‘Not necessarily.
You are becoming a Wyld Child now.
You bodice can be changed with your own thoughts, and though you may not
be able to do it now, eventually you’ll be able to change into whatever you
want. Even back to your old self.
‘I am only thankful to the Creator that you had become
strong enough to survive a blow such as that.”
‘What happened to Anthony?’
‘He has escaped you, and his transformation is nearing
completion. His weapons of destruction
are being assembled as we speak and he is preparing to assault this place and
raze it to the ground.’
“Oh no!” she cried aloud
then. “Please, let me out of here… I need to stop him!”
‘Calm yourself, Diyana.
Calm yourself or you will worsen the wound. There is still time.’
She did calm herself,
under great force of will it seemed.
‘Always the warrior were you.’ She heard him muse, and then felt something caress her cheek, and
turning her head slightly, saw the tip of a vine sliding delicately against her
face like a thumb.
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Diyana awoke again,
feeling much stronger than before, as if she were a new woman. And so she attempted to break out of her
cocoon again, and this time, her powerful arms were able to begin to stretch
the thick vines, but before it actually broke, she felt them contract and then
draw apart. Then, in a mass of strange
green and brown fluids, she spilled downward onto the soft, mossy ground on all
fours. Sitting back on her knees and
toes, she felt her middle, felt the powerfully layered muscles there, and then
brushed across something jutting out of her bellybutton. It took her a great amount of arching her
back to be able to see the vine that was attached to her belly like an
umbilical past her four immensely sized breasts.
Just as she was fingering
the thing, it coalesced, and with a sucking sound, detached. The thick vine and the pod that she had been
in were retracted into the wall of moss and bark that had held her only a
moment before.
She watched it disappear,
condensing into a pod and then shrink into a barely noticeable node. It was then that she realized that inside the
Grove, Tre’Ent and the other Forces were well protected from intrusion.
It was also then that she
felt a presence, a moment before a delicate hand landed upon her powerful,
armored shoulder. Diyana jerked her head
around, and then promptly rose into Tre’Ent’s loving embrace.
And then she stepped away
from him, and was immediately surprised at what he had become. She found then, that whenever she changed… so
did he.
He still lacked her mass,
but he was every bit as tall as she still.
Where her armor was made
of chitin and scale, his was made of wood and stone. The rest of his body was decorated with moss
and leaves and he had even grown vines from the back of his head, like a mass
of dreadlocks. But his front was exposed
like hers was, and lifting a hand to his chest, she ran her fingers over the
two nipples directly over the other.
Just like hers were now.
She ran her talons over
his flesh, feeling his warmth and the steady rhythm of his very real heart
beneath his chest before she pressed against him, wrapping her arms about his
middle.
“He’s coming Diyana.” He
whispered then as his own touch landed upon her broad hips and the curved
around to her bottom.
Her eyes snapped open,
and she wasn’t sure as if it were because he had actually spoken, or if it were
because of what he had just said.
Then she lifted herself
to look at him in the eye, and for the first time, cursed the size of her chest
being that it kept her face so far away from his. Nonetheless, he moved in closer to her,
pressing his body in between the huge masses of flesh resting against her chest
enough so that she could feel his heart beating against her own again.
“There is one last thing
we must do beloved, to prepare for him.
It has taken me the past several million years to figure it out, but I
believe now that we may become one again.”
“‘Become one?’” she said
disbelievingly. “H-how do we do that?”
“It will only be
temporary, but together we will be strong enough to stand against your old
suitor. Apart, we are a Force of Nature
– you of animal and I of plant – but together we become nature itself.”
He caressed the sides of
her breasts – all four of them – and she began to feel the wooden brace between
his legs begin to shift. The barest of
links between them began to feed instructions as to what he was a bout to do
with her, so that they may stand as one.
Tre’Ent was able to leave the Grove only after creating another
temporary one, like he had done in Diyana’s room. Linked to her like this, they could both
leave, act as one.
She stepped back, still
touching him with her hands, and looked from a spot on his waist that she had
took to staring at, to his face. His
thoughts in her head should’ve been enough to confirm what he was proposing,
but she had to see his face, to be sure that he was serious. And then swallowing hard, she nodded, and
turned her back to him.
The spines and the folded
pylons and wings and fins all formed a massive hump upon her back before
leading to her tail. Her bottom however,
her sumptuously rounded bottom was still bare and soft, and as he stepped into
her back, it was here that he touched, here where he began to caress her.
There was a brief moment
of silence, a brief moment that – in her nervousness – Diyana felt completely weightless. And then she felt Tre’Ent touch her back, his
hands falling upon the heavy plates meshed to the sides of her wings. Despite the thickness of those plates, and
the layer or two beneath that, she could still feel his touch. A caress, a fondle, and then he was pressed
between her wings, his lips pressing against her neck.
Her back arched as her
own hands pressed up against the outside of his thighs as his touch suddenly
dipped over her hip to gasp the handful that was her pussy. His stance was spread wide as he straddled
her thick tail, her feet spreading as her crotch drew warm and moist beneath
the caresses of his touch, the intrusion of a finger inside of her.
Diyana lifted her head
and sighed as Tre’Ent slid his other hand enticingly about her side, caressing
the sides of her breasts, and reaching forward, and with but a minute touch,
enticed her nipples erect.
His fingers worked her in
a curious, wondrous sort of way, massaging the twin folds of flesh between her
thighs even as they swelled, revealing more of the inside of her body, exposing
her clitoris for his warm amiable hands.
Diyana began to feel her
femininity swell to new heights as she began to cup her lover’s hands to her,
sighing and moaning as he probed her insides with the length of two fingers
now. Her back arched, her ample breasts,
huge and rounded, and engorged with milk, rose against her chest as she
fingered the supple curves. Her nipples
quivered as blood pounded into them, and her entire front began to grow moist
to the point where sweat began to trickle between the spaces of her breasts.
And then she was leaning
forward, her bottom rising while she laid on her chest, with Tre’Ent lifting
her tail and massaging her lower back and bottom. And then he rolled his own hips, and she felt
his wood, now having turned to flesh long before now, slid gently between her
legs to pierce the swollen folds of her womanhood.
For the longest time, she
simply laid there, feeling her love pleasure her, feeling her sensuality rise
by leaps and bounds, until something new triggered inside of her.
Whatever it was it
slammed from her navel and into her chest with the force of a pile driver to
awaken something new inside of her.
Slowly, she knelt upward, and again, she began to transform. Her heart began to pound, began to throb
inside her bosom and she felt as if she were going to shatter from the inside.
And then the trigger
completed, and again, she began to transform, but in a different way and then
they began to merge.
At first, she just felt
herself being filled more against her front, and looking down, she saw the
throbbing mass of flesh projecting from her crotch thickening, amassing heavy
veins. And then she was suddenly moved
upright, her armored back sliding into Tre’Ent’s chest as he reached around her
waist. His touch felt at her crotch,
massaging it, caressing it, and her own hands lowered to cup his hand to her
womanhood. She too caressed that spot,
enticing them both even more while she fingered the reddened nib that poked out
just above his hardened member.
Her back arched and her
shoulders slid backward, parting the immense blooms of her breasts and allowing
her a view of the base of her abdomen.
When she viewed the folds of flesh of her cunt slide over the place where
they were coupled, she gave a sigh of elation as Tre’Ent slid even deeper into
her.
One of her hands snapped
to her abdomen, as if to feel him inside of her, to caress the powerful vein
that was filling her so completely. And
then she felt something slowly slide over that conjoined spot at the base of
her abdomen, a film of skin that slid upward and then folded over her throbbing
mound.
She felt it, and was
surprised when she could feel that tantalizing shift of sensuality inside her
as she caressed, intensifying that feeling she got from Tre’Ent’s member
throbbing inside of her. It took her a
moment to realize she was actually sharing his feelings as well. His experiences.
It was a totally alien
thing for her.
And while the sensuous
experience of transformation continued, she continued to fondle herself until
the pocket thickened and then hardened into a waistband, and then solidified
into a multi-plated plane of armor.
They were now locked
together.
She smiled as she looked
down at it, continuing to feel that throbbing sensation of blood coursing
around that area, circulating against itself to continue to send her deeper and
deeper into elation. The plates
continued to push outward as the collection of their shared reproductive organs
merged there and continued to swell, creating a thick bulge at the base of her
abdomen.
And then she felt her
back open, literally, and from the corners of her eyes, she saw her wings rise
above her shoulders on a pair of hooking plates. The rest of her back armor must’ve opened in
a dozen other places, while at her back; she could feel Tre’Ent open as well
against his chest before he pushed himself into her. She could feel the wonderful beating of his
heart against hers, the two merging one to the other, two hearts beating as one
now as they connected even more deeply.
And then she felt his mind touch hers, and then conjoin, and then merge
as it drew toward being one mind as well.
Diyana-Tre’Ent then
braced her hands against the ground as its powerful wings lowered down about
Tre’Ent, and then in rapid succession, all the many opened plates sealed around
the other half. Diyana’s powerful back
plates and muscles connected to the organic power that was Tre’Ent, while Tre’Ent’s
front attached to her sides and abdomen, wrapping her form in more and more
muscle.
Tre’Ent’s head lifted,
the long dreadlocks now lining the base of her skull, his eyes pointing
backward for vision all around, his kiss forever nuzzling her neck.
Then his arms and legs
opened up likewise, and all at once, her entire form was encased with her lover
as his form closed about her, gently and constantly caressing her thighs and
the base of her abdomen.
Her armor was reinforced
with stone and wood, just before they all merged and thickened, becoming
something new… a dark metal with the feeling of felt that encased everything
behind the newly developing creature.
The two continuing to
merge shared their powers and poured them all into one solid mass, and in an
erotic feeling that no creature could ever have experienced, their shared body
lengthened. All their shared muscle
spread outward, elongating into taut strands.
And then after a brief pause, everything on that beautifully growing
body suddenly thickened a hundred fold.
Their shared energies
flared into a new brilliance, decorating all of their shared front, from the
titanicly shaped breasts to the thick realm of muscle and the barreled rib
cage. It glowed from its inner thighs,
and from cracks all along the powerful arms and wings. And it glowed from a vast network of lines
that criss crossed the armored form like the lifelines of the Earth.
It felt its strength
flowing into every fiber, every cell, and its form growing larger, more
powerful as the seconds wore on. Each
tick of those seconds made it feel as if an entire hour of sensual bliss had
suddenly struck it over, and over again as with each heart beat every muscle in
its shared body tensed and expanded.
As too, did the bulge
between its legs.
The armor about its face
started to encase its head, creating a faceless mask of sorts around a short
muzzle, while great horns rose about its head.
And when it finally screamed out its elation as its first combined
orgasm struck it, it was a cry like all of nature singing out in one, blissful
note.
Those orgasms continued
inside of it, blanketed one after and directly over the other as its shared
body radiated the power through it, its form still enlarging, growing stronger,
faster, and more powerful.
All the while it simply
laid there as its body making love, most literally, to itself.
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It took many long minutes
for the form to stop twitching in its throes of sexual pleasure. An ancient remembrance awakened to overcome
even the ancient memories of the beings once known as Diyana and Tre’Ent. In times billions of years ago, before
dinosaur, before plant, even before microorganism, before life itself on Earth,
there was this creature.
As it rose from to its
feet, it was like a ball of living fire that caused no hurt wherever it stepped. Only a few pieces of sectional armor,
positioned in places akin to where a human body would be, indicated any living
creature of humanoid origin, but only for a brief moment before the fireball
halo dissipated a little. It was neither
male nor female, but both, and a state of constant pleasure, constant joy,
constant love gave it its power.
Billions of years ago, it
was nothing but pure energy, without form until it divided. And now it has recombined again, and for a
time, it merely stood there with its eyes closed, relishing in the joys of the
physical pleasure throbbing and beating and pulsating between its legs.
But then to its
super-natural hearing, it picked up an unnatural rumbling sound, and its head
lifted majestically – tossing its mane of hair and whip vine dreadlocks like a
horse would – to view the fighter planes cruising overhead. A memory of what they were doing here sparked
inside the mostly feminine mind inside its head, and powers that had been
limited only to one of her altered selves merged and empowered.
It was able to see the
planes, see inside of them to the pilots, inside the pilots to see their hearts
beating, hear their breathing, and feel the very essences of their lives. It could feel every nut, bolt, and screw;
knew where the seams of the planes were, where their strengths were, and where
their weaknesses were. Above all it knew
the thoughts of the pilots… and why they were here.
Six great, gossamer,
angelic wings of pleated energy spread against its back before huge pylons
spread outward as well, before finally, great rockets and boosters and
maneuvering jets opened. A moment later,
it squatted, and a mass of thrust flattened a patch of earth beneath it as it
shot upward into the air. It had been
eons since a Celestial Dragon had ever been seen on Earth. Even for a young one, this newly evolved
Dragon, just having reached adulthood, already had more power in it than in all
the nations on Earth.
The first fighter in the
squadron never knew what ended his existence, knew only a brilliant bright
white before he was consumed in its fury as the Celestial flew through his
jet. The others, when they looked back,
saw a creature of stunning beauty, brilliant whiteness and terrible furry
staring them down as the wreckage of their fallen comrade fell to the ground.
They turned to fight;
accomplishing brilliant aerial maneuvers that would’ve shamed even the best of
pilots. Fifty caliber guns missiles and
rockets, all at once they shot for the creature in an attempt to fell it. They were horrified as their guns simply
bounced off the great behemoth, and their missiles were expertly dodged or
splashed ineffectually against its form.
This new creature tore off wings, even caught missiles, and even the
ones that did hit did very little damage to this force of cosmic nature.
This world was the nest
it hatched from, and like a phoenix it has risen in a blossom of flame. And those who endanger its home, have found
themselves sorely outclassed, outmatched, and now, quite dead.
It flew through the air,
searching for more enemies before summoning a rainstorm to put out the
fires. It then returned to its den in
the Grove, where it decided to rest.
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It took less than a
minute to separate themselves from one another, a process of gyrating and
realignments as they tried to find what parts belonged to who. The two of them wanted so much to remain
connected, and with Tre’Ent’s powerful form imbedded inside of her, it took a
moment or two to finally dislodge himself from her once the separation was
complete. But when it finally happened,
it was like pulling the plug on a drain.
Diyana collapsed to the ground, and a flood of body fluids, like her
water breaking just prior to giving birth, escaped from between her legs. Behind her, Tre’Ent was quickly forced into
his tree form.
Diyana lay there, her
body twitching with ecstatic ecstasy with her eyes only half-open as she
breathed as if in the last throes before death.
Finally she moved; both of her hands sliding cautiously down her front
to cup the base of her abdomen, feel the moist warmth that still permeated her
crotch, while her mind still unbelieving of what just happened.
And then she gasped and
swallowed a gulp of air, and her grip was answered by one final burst of sticky
wetness before she rolled to her side and forced her way erect.
She wiped her hands
upward along her stomach, and then rose, feeling different somehow. It took her a moment to notice that aside
from her chitin armor and bone, that she also had wood and leaves about her
body. She still felt the same though.
Turning quickly to
Tre’Ent, she saw that much of his base was a crown of bone, and reddened
striations through his bark seemed like pumping veins. She felt his bark, and instead of the cool
moisture, she felt something that was warm like flesh, and soft like felt. She smiled, pressing against his form, and
she could actually feel a heart beat beneath the swell of her breasts. She caressed his trunk, and smiled when he
slipped outward some, his form pressing into hers from inside the trunk, and
she caressed the area of his chest.
Her smile was the smile
of a woman who had been totally pleased in every way. Her smile was the smile of loving
contentment. Her smile was the smile
that women could only give; the smile that reassured one and only one male in
their life that she was his forever.
After the connection they
had just shared, how could they be anything else?
But then there was the
sound of a twig snapping somewhere behind them, and Diyana turned suddenly to
see a giant looming form entering into the seclusion of the Grove. Deep inside of her, she heard herself growl
like an animal.
The creature that entered
the grove lacked the mighty swell of breasts, and because of that, she knew
that it was none other than Anthony Strong, now fully transformed.
Under one arm was a gun
that would normally be mounted on a tank or a tripod, and only some seriously
adjusted clothing covered his form.
“I cannot believe what I
had just seen.” He said, staring at them both. “Those planes cost me millions,
and those pilots were the best money could buy.”
“You mean they cost my
parents millions, and those pilots were the best blood money could buy.”
“Perhaps. Now seeing that conventional weaponry seems
to have no power against you, you able to shrug off even a hand cannon blast, I
was wondering what a full sized rail gun could do.”
He lifted the muzzle of
the cannon under his arm, and a piezoelectric charge began to gather at its
end.
“Unlike my last weapon,
this one has the destructive power of a battleship cannon. Normally it’s supposed to be mounted as such,
but I’ve grown seven hundred and thirty thousand times stronger since then.
“But you won’t die first,
Diyana. That twig you’ve been screwing
is instead going to be the first to die.”
The barrel shifted, and
Diyana’s eyes grew wide as she flung herself in front of Tre’Ent just as the
muzzle slammed backward against the housing, and a blast of pure energy lanced
off of its end. But then there was another
flash of light a split second later, and opening her eyes, Diyana saw the
energy from the cannon caught within some field; its power rapidly diffusing
away into nothingness.
“What…?” Anthony breathed
as he saw the last bit of the blast dissipate into nothingness.
Behind her, Tre’Ent
reformed himself, much more rapidly than he had ever done before, and stepped
amicably around Diyana. Anthony lifted
his gun again, but Tre’Ent’s hand snapped out, and the gun was rapidly covered
with vines and flowers before it was rapidly consumed in rust and
disintegrated.
“You are an evil in the
world.” Tre’Ent spoke aloud, in a perfectly normal voice now. “You must be
removed from the flow.”
Diyana saw Anthony’s face
contort like a demonic mask. She had
witnessed Tre’Ent’s strength before, and Anthony was now larger that she by
head chest and shoulders, and at least twice her width at the shoulders.
He drew a sword… a huge
claymore that was nothing more than a short sword in his hands.
“And who’s going to do
that, little man… you?”
Tre’Ent smiled, and just
before it happened, Diyana noticed that there were roots at Tre’Ent’s feet,
digging into the ground, throbbing with the beat of a pulse.
And then in a burst of
motion, a tendril lanced upward from the ground so fast that it struck Anthony
under the chin and knocked him back.
That he was dazed, even despite his size, was a surprising thing, but he
shook his head and looked up in time to see that tendril turn its head to look
at him. It didn’t really have an eye,
but somehow, she knew Tre’Ent could look through it at him. She knew because she could look through
Tre’Ent somehow.
It coiled backward like a
viper, a moment before the it split open at the front into a four-pronged
clamp, with its center a long blade with many barbs on it. And then it snapped forward and imbedded
itself into Anthony’s belly button.
He screamed most
satisfactorily, and Diyana could see it work its way deeper into his navel even
as Anthony tried to remove it, break it, do something to get it off of
him. But while he struggled to remove it
more and more vines wrapped around him, pulling his arms away and tying his
legs together.
And then, at his feet, a
nodule broke from underneath the ground into the air, the thing thickening
rapidly like a rising cake. The leathery
dome swelled like a pod as Anthony was lifted by the many vines, and Diyana was
surprised that the great vines were strong enough to resist Anthony’s
incredible strength, though they were all straining some.
She stepped forward,
touching Tre’Ent’s back as her breasts, all four of them, pressed firmly
against his back and her beefy arms held onto his more slender one. With him, she viewed the pod split like a
banana being pealed, before a violently colorful blossom opened up. For the first time, Diyana saw the vine
protruding from the center of this flower, and then the spikes around the
center of the blossom.
Anthony chanced to look
down at it, just as it released a low grumbling sound, and the vines supporting
him began to pull him downward. Diyana
winced as his feet were planted into the hole with the tendril-like vine coming
out of it, and the spikes lining the hole extended to bury into his feet. Then like a giant mouth, the petals of the
blossom rose and closed around Anthony as huge claws made from roots rose to
push him inside.
Diyana looked to Tre’Ent,
saw the passive look on his face, but despite what she felt, even for one such
as Anthony, she didn’t stop him.
Anthony struggled with
all of his might, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines got around
him, and the louder he screamed. The
vines themselves began to cut into him like razor wire while the four claws
around the flower and pod stung him with some sort of venom. And then, with her hands rising to clap
around Tre’Ent’s shoulders, she spied the original seeking vine attached to
Anthony’s navel was sucking the life out of him.
And then the petals of
the pod engulfed him, with the velvety outer layer closed and then sealed about
him.
There were muffled cries
for a moment or two, and then all of the veins on the outside of the pod
suddenly thickened and began to pulsate, and then the cries rose to screams.
Diyana then watched as a
red hue began to pulsate through those veins, which was unmistakably blood. But with each throbbing, pulsating pump, the
life essences of Anthony Strong were filtered out through him… and into
Tre’Ent.
Diyana suddenly felt the
veins in Tre’Ent’s shoulders suddenly bulge, and she stepped back as with every
pulsating throb his form began to grow.
He’s absorbing him… she
thought to herself, and then stepped sideways just enough to get a better look
at him and the pod. Tre’Ent’s feet to
the ankles grew into thick roots, and as she watched him, Diyana began to
become incensed at how he was growing.
And then she felt a gentle warmth between her legs as she watched other
parts of his body grow.
He merely stood there,
looking as passive and withdrawn as a ghost while the muffled cries from within
the pod soon began to gain a gurgling sound.
He’s being digested, Diyana heard
herself gasp, and once that sound began, the veins in the pod’s outer layer
thickened even more.
Tre’Ent seemed to be
doing a steady flex, his body just simply thickening and enlarging second by
second as he continued to absorb the organic thing that Anthony was. In the pod, which was beginning to bow inward
on the sides, the gurgling noise was beginning to grow quiet. Then there was a brief moment where the
sounds of thrashing subsided, and the throbbing veins of the pod thinned
slightly. The only real sound was that
of Tre’Ent’s continued growth… the sound of something like dry reeds being
twisted within a bundle… or rubber being rubbed the wrong way.
But then the pod suddenly
twisted on itself, and there was a loud crunching and snapping sound, like
rocks being shattered underneath a pulverizer, and Diyana winced and hopped
backward at the sight. Anthony’s remains
– his bones and whatnot – had undoubtedly just been shattered.
The veins in the pod then
began to squeeze a green substance along its exterior, and then a white one,
and looking sidelong at her lover, Diyana came to stare at Tre’Ent. Now riddled with sinew, muscle, and throbbing
veins of his own he now stood great and large in every way… as well as erect in
every way.
Her lips puckered in her
wonderment at how ‘big’ he had gotten.
Finally, the pod stopped
pulsating, and shrank down into a tiny little bud before sinking back into the
ground. Tre’Ent detached himself from
the earth, and then collapsed forward to his hands and knees.
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“Such a task… is always
tiring… and makes me feel sick to my stomach.”
“Wh-what did you do to
him?” she asked once she had hurried to his side, both her arms wrapping about
his, while her breasts pressed close to him.
“I absorbed him,” He
said, turning to look at her with a sheepish grin, echoing her earlier
assumption.
He flexed a hand, and
tried to get up. Diyana wedged herself
beneath him, so that he could have a place to prop himself up with, and then moved
toward his front to help him upright.
“A-are you ok?”
“A little tired.” He
smiled, his hand cupping her face, his fingers caressing the soft details of
her features.
She smiled up at him,
feeling the bulge of her chest flatten a little against his unyielding chest
while her small hands in comparison to his titanic form curled into palms over
his flesh. She smiled up at him, and
then suddenly gasped as something thick and warm lifted between her legs and
then lifted her up off her toes. Her
gaze lowered, and she had to lean back a bit and gaze between her two sets of
breasts, but when she finally saw what was supporting her, she gave an
unbelieving stare at it.
It was thick, and hot,
and as hard as a steel bar, with its entire mass throbbing excitedly between
her legs, its tip pressing against the base of the crease between her full and
rounded bottom. Then her gaze lifted
again, and she saw the loving, and slightly seductive smile on Tre’Ent’s face
as he looked at her.
And then she remembered
how she felt after she had gone through such growth, and she smiled as she
settled back upon his erect manhood.
She reached behind her
legs to test the tensile strength of the thing, grinning impishly at the feel
of it beneath her hands – so hard – and then she realized that she herself must
weigh practically a ton! Then she felt
her crotch, feeling the moist warmth beneath her hand in anticipation.
It’s all over now, and we have just ourselves now. She smiled
and then leaned in close to him, feeling the warmth between her legs grow to a
heat as she felt the pulsating mass of flesh between them.
“Not just yet,” Tre’Ent
voiced, and then she felt herself being placed upon the ground, his hands
massaging her chest now, with the throbbing mass also drawing warmer, pressed
between her lower breasts as he laid on top of her. “When I absorbed Anthony, I
learned that he had sent a small army to destroy us and our women.” She was
growing incensed now. “We must stop them.”
Diyana’s legs spread of
their own accord. She remembered quite
well the feelings that rose within her as she merged with Tre’Ent to become
that Celestial being. And she also
remembered being that existential being of raw power and the feelings that it
invoked as well as if she alone had been the creature.
“Then we must stop them,
my beloved.” She whispered as her eyes closed slightly, her back arching and
her hips rolling into him while she caressed the top of his member, feeling the
touch of hot wash drip onto her sternum.
The soft caress of him
against her femininity as he slid himself slowly backwards over it sent her
insides amassing a wash of her own, and as her pussy swelled, she felt it
lubricate her crotch. Her lover pulled
back far enough then that she caught the end of his manhood, and with another
rock of her hips, she drove it deep inside her body before she clenched the
folds of her crotch tightly around it.
She was the key. She was the gateway in which the
transformation begun, it was her power that allowed them both to merge, her
sensual might outweighing Tre’Ent’s a hundred fold. But he was the key. He unlocked it, brought her forward and
raised that sensual power to even greater heights.
And so as she laid there,
holding onto his waist, narrow but filled with power as he rocked into her, the
thick lance of solid muscle swelling with each throbbing stroke, she closed
here eyes. She relished in the feeling
of her rising emotions as her hips rocked upward to meet his, while his hands
caressed her swollen breasts, and powerfully erect nipples. He sucked from them, took from her bodice the
warm, sweet nectar she was able to produce while the moisture between her legs
became wet and slick.
They then were somehow
able to twist themselves into a doggy-style without even breaking the
connection of their pleasure. Again
finding herself laying on her chest, her butt high up into the air, she sighed
and moaned as her elation continued to rise.
Her muscles clenched as
he kissed her muscled neck, his hands caressing the bulging mass of bicep; his
fingers gently caressing the long vein riding over its top. When he climaxed in her the first time, it
was like someone was working a butter churn inside of her. She gave a groan and a sigh, and then slid
the tips of her claws down her layered stomach.
She clutched at her
stomach as their powers continued to merge inside of her, as she and he grew
closer to unleashing their true form. As
their passion continued to rise, she too rose, clutching with one hand where they
were joined as Tre’Ent forced himself to erect harder, the strength of his
member lifting her upward and simply off her feet. With her other hand she clutched at her
beating heart, he in turn embraced her from behind, kissing her, loving her.
And then… transformation.
The conversion seemed to
take longer than before, though she knew it was just as long.
Finally, the concept of
‘she’ or ‘he’ disappeared, and was left only with ‘self.’ Finally, a creature of limitless power knelt
in its own wash of celestial light, the merging complete, two souls, two minds,
two bodies now one.
Great gossamer wings
folded about it, the noble mask of its face staring at a spot at the ground as
it continued to grow accustomed to the super heightened pleasure its body
constantly gave itself. A barreled
chest, still sensitive to its own hands which cupped over a pair of its own
teats; a knot of armor between its legs, covering a strange sex organ that was
constantly in a state of orgasm.
Then it lifted its head,
hearing a cry of alarm from afar, realizing that its daughters were in peril,
and quickly standing up, it unfurled its wings, all four of them now, and flew
upward into the sky.
It continued to grow, to
change form as it flew toward its destination, becoming longer in body as its
arms and legs swelled with muscle unheard of even by the gods of old. Portions of its body that were unarmored
suddenly were nothing but energy, blazing like a fireball as a crown of horns
and a plethora of physical weapons grew from its body.
Ahead of it, it saw smoke
rising, and it doubled its efforts to reach its destination. Straight through the canopy, expertly dodging
all the branches to land on all fours right in the middle of a battlefield.
It’s beloved daughters
laid scattered along with armored soldiers using high-tech weaponry. It looked around itself amidst a battlefield
that had grown suddenly ever so quiet.
And then it looked down, and saw the body of the woman once known as
Sinead.
It reached down to her,
nudged her powerful shoulder, and then dipped its hand in the pool of blood
gathered at her sternum. Remembrances of
kindness, of motherly goodness, of a daughter lost all merged into one baleful
cry.
The front of the faceless
mask split open into a mouth, jagged with teeth as a pair of huge mandibles
spread outward and downward. It was a
scream that could’ve made sane men mad.
When that mouth came down again, it was to breathe a line of fire that
cut into an entire platoon of soldiers.
The mercenaries tried
vainly to stand against the Force of Nature – The Force of Nature – as they were squashed, incinerated, sliced and
diced, and just plain torn apart.
Given the sides, given
the strengths of the warriors on either side, this would’ve been remembered
that a military power with such destructive capability was simply over
run. Those soldiers who tried to run
were run down by the surrounding animals, while strange new plants arose to
devour them whole. And then, with all
done, and the Amazons cheering their war cry, some with a soldier stripped down
to his skivvies under one or even both arms, there, at the center of it all,
was The Celestial. With its light waned
enough so that one could see its flesh, knelt there; cradling the body of the
fallen queen.
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There was quiet again as
all beheld the site. A creature, great
and powerful, a titan, a monster, a demigod… cradled a woman many times the
size of a normal man, who in its arms seemed nothing more than a child.
But then the creature
laid the queen down and spread its legs wide, revealing the armored bulge
between its legs.
And then, something
remarkable happened.
The creature rolled its
hips, and sliding its great gauntleted hands down it thighs, all watched as
those thighs spread even wider to reveal the ornate bulge between its legs. And then the strange sheathe of organic body
armor unfolded, sliding into special compartments to reveal the apex of those
powerfully built legs, a series of overlapping folds, with a large, throbbing,
pinkish nodule occupying most of it.
Not a woman, not a Man…
but both! But being that it was part
woman, it still had certain abilities it’s male side did not. All those gathered watched as that pinkish
nodule slid back and upward into the body, while the creature seemed to relax
itself immensely. And then a strange
tentacle extended from between those legs, ever so slowly snaking its way
toward the queen, sliding wetly about her face, between her breasts, and down
her navel to attach itself to her belly button.
When, just a short while ago, when Tre’Ent had used a similar tentacle
to absorb Anthony Strong, this one didn’t make to absorb the formidable Sinead.
Instead, it drew her in.
All those gathered were
quite surprised when they watched such a large woman, built with breasts larger
than her head, being pulled toward that curious opening. The creature closed its eyes as Sinead’s head
was drawn into the overlapping folds of flesh between its legs, its broad hips
flaring wide as the birth opening hinged outward. And then a sight that has never, ever been
seen by any creature on this Earth, ever so slowly happened here. That of a reverse birth.
Complex maneuvers were
articulated as one titanic breast was swallowed by the folds that opened wide
to be able to take such a blessed body, before the shoulder and then an arm was
wedged inside as well. The creature
convulsed and twisted its body to get the next half of the torso upward, and
all present bore witness as all the many plates and folds of the stomach of the
creature disgorge and then spread.
The creature then pulled
her inward, while convulsions and complex maneuvers of its muscle structure
pulled the queen into her, as if she were being eaten. Only the lower half of the queen could be
seen now; the wide berth of her hips, the powerful leg and thigh muscles, and
the overlapping abdominals. And then
with one clawed hand, hooking it between Sinead’s legs, the creature pulled her
further inside itself, its belly filling out even more as Sinead was balled up
into a fetal position. Down to the waist,
and then the thighs, and finally both feet were tucked inside the belly of the
beast. It then caressed its great belly
as the folds between its legs closed and tightened, and the pink nodule pushed
back into place. Then finally, the many
plates closed around the section, sealing off the canal inside the great
creature.
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The following days were
most wondrous. The creature soon found
itself as the center of the village.
When it bathed, a whole
group of the young maidens and full amazons both washed it, with three and
sometimes four just trying to make sure it was comfortable at all times. Many didn’t quite understand what had just
happened, but the older amazons… those that had already conceived a child knew
what was happening inside that immense belly.
Many times out of the
day, the creature as it sunned itself, would gain the attention of maybe a
guard, or one of the older Amazons, who would inadvertently press herself
against the great bulge beneath the four titanic breasts. The much smaller Amazon’s breasts would
cleave to the sides of the belly her ear pressed against the super structure
that was that massive stomach.
Positioned, as thus, they were then able to hear the movements inside
and the freshly beating heart bear, and feel the kicks and nudges.
The creature continued to
transform, becoming more beautiful, more majestic with every passing hour it
seemed, and as it transformed, so did the village. Life was happening everywhere. Trees and vines started growing everywhere,
covering nearly everything. They created
natural walls and thickened the canopy, covering practically everything.
For three days, everyone
was confused as to why their new patron was doing this, and the older women
again made notice that it was rising natural defenses, making them all
hidden. The trees bore all sorts of
fruit, and the vines filtered water most readily. But then they found something else. A most blessed gift.
The creature was moving
the Grove.
A half circle of trees
rose up on the close of the third day, forming around the great pool at the
center of the courtyard. And from within
that immense grove of trees, a larger, much more powerful tree sprouted, rising
higher and higher, sprouting rapidly until its branches covered the highest
possible point within the small gully the village was within. And then from within the grove, all at once
each and every Force stepped out from their tree, and for the first time in
nearly a millennia, the village of the Amazons contained both the male and
female counterparts.
Most readily, the many
Forces moved to their families, to see their mates and daughters, bringing with
them their sons. For the first time in
centuries, man and woman were one again.
Fathers got to see their daughters and mothers got to see their
sons. And finally, explanations as to
what this creature was were made.
The Forces of Nature were
able to bring light as to what happened to Tre’Ent and to Diyana, and that this
creature was the two of them combined, and they were combining still into one
perfect whole.
D’ana as they had taken
to calling the being, a strange cross between Diyana and Tre’Ent’s real names,
had also been changing. Four arms did it
now have, with a great and powerful body that perfectly framed the full belly
that housed their queen. Great gossamer
wings and plates of heavy armor riddled its form, and where ever that armor
wasn’t, a sparkling light remained.
While it lounged – quite
happily it seemed – it caressed its belly and fondled the now six breasts that
lined its front. Each was firm and
tightly compacted about the other, but also, crowned with a teat that could
most definitely become erect. As it
lounged in the sun, it again got a good-sized group of its patrons – now Forces
and Amazons – to care for it. They
massaged its form, pleasured it, rubbed oils into its form, brushed its hair
and brushed off its armor.
After seven days, with
all the captured men now most pleased to stay where they were, with the
voracious sexual appetites of the younger maidens, they never had trouble
getting into their beds. They officially
renounced their lineage as soldiers to join the ranks of the Forces.
And then, finally,
underneath the light of the full moon, during a great festival and feast, the
creature of light spread its wings, and took flight to the peak of the
pyramid. The whole celebration had
halted then, and those that were venturous enough to climb the tower came
racing back.
It appeared as if it was
time for the queen’s rebirth.
Those that could gathered
atop the pyramid, surrounding the powerful being as it bent on all fours, head
bowed with its huge wings spread wide.
There was an assorted grunting and moaning as it reopened the crevice at
the base of its abdomen.
It seemed poised for a
while, and then it’s stomach contracted, and from somewhere inside the body
there was a loud pop, before a cascade of water emptied out onto the
cobblestones.
And then it tensed, and
the folds between those powerful legs opened to reveal the crown of a
head. The stomach muscles tightened and
rolled downward in a complex way and Sinead’s upper half was revealed to the
shoulders.
All gasped at the sight
of their queen, and there was a rippling murmur as her eyes opened blearily,
and she threw up some strange liquid.
Another ripple of the vast stomach muscles and the layer of flesh slid
from off her shoulders, and then first over one titanic breast and then the
other. A third push forced her out onto
the stone, where she laid coughing for a brief moment before the umbilical detached
and retracted back into D’ana with a snap.
Shortly thereafter, the birth opening rapidly closed, and the powerful
stomach muscles reset themselves into a tightly compacted realm of hardened
flesh.
Sinead looked up at the
creature that had just given birth to her again; looked up at its kind and
noble eyes as it squatted down next to her.
And then her eyes lowered to her hands, only to behold the strange
molted flesh she now bore. Second by
second she was feeling stronger, and turning her head to look at her back, she
saw a pair of budding wings against her shoulder blades, and the nub of a tail
pressed between her rounded bottom.
She also felt younger,
more capable, more powerful, and yet, she was powerless to stop the creature
from lifting her up from off the ground, and embracing her ever so gently. From deep inside of it, she heard it purr
deeply. And then while it held her, she
suddenly felt a strange pressure against her chest, and pushing backward a
little, she watched as the six mammoth breasts against its torso began to
swell, their nipples erecting toward their fullness. Sinead could’ve sworn that a sound like
liquid being poured sloshed inside those breasts as they softened with its milk
filling them. And then she was
maneuvered into a position that one could only call the nursing position.
She looked to her
subjects, and then up to the lowest of the six teats, and rising up within its
grasp, planted a hand about the swollen areola, and then festooned her mouth
about the thick teat.
Immediately she felt
relaxed as she sucked upon the sweet tasting cream that came from out of that
breast, and the warmth flowing into her body began to work just like a Minerva
fruit. It was just like the first time
she bit into one.
Blood throbbed into her
wings, and the pair steadily extended, as did her bud of a tail. And then portions of her flesh hardened, and
plates grew in front of her loins and across her form. And when she had received her fill, the
creature placed her upon the ground.
It was as if everyone
gathered had suddenly held their breath… no one dared even to breathe.
Sinead rose, and she came
to stand tall and beautiful, a creature of majestic beauty upon her elongated
toes that spread wide to support her weight.
The younger maidens all
surged forward and surround her, hugging her, touching her, making sure that
she was real. And then behind them came
a new sound, and they turned to see D’ana beginning to transform.
For several minutes it
contorted and changed, until two personages separated from the one being. The woman known as Diyana, and the Force
known as Tre’Ent.
Festivities renewed, and
the Amazons and the forces reveled in their newly gained might. Diyana and Tre’Ent however, retired to the
grove, where they both made love throughout the night.
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A lone woman, an
unusually beautiful and exotic woman sat in a chair in an office that had once
belonged to her father. Her hair was
done up beautifully, in an array that would’ve taxed the greatest of hair stylists,
while her supple form conformed itself within a business suit with a skirt that
showed off her sultry form.
This wasn’t the super
strong woman she was only a week ago, but a slender, rather fit maiden.
“Miss Locke. The board has assembled and they are waiting
for you now.”
Diyana smiled at her
receptionist, and standing daintily, she walked across the room to the door
leading to the board of directors. She
stepped lightly with one foot swinging around to land directly in front of the other
with each step, and when she reached the doorway, she took a light breath, and
filled up her chest.
It wasn’t really just
taking in a deep breath. It was more
along the lines of secreting hormones into her body, which in turn thickened
the glands within her breasts, which then swelled with milk. Soon, her chest – rounded and full – pressed tightly
against the insides of her silk blouse.
She lightly caressed the
full and rounded mounds of flesh before opening the door.
“Gentlemen, please don’t
get up. This will be a short meeting.”
About a half a dozen of
the elderly gentlemen, those who were old enough to remember good manners when
a woman entered and exited the room settled back into their seats from a half
rise. Diyana stepped smoothly to the
front of the table, and placed a manila envelope upon the table.
“Anthony Strong is
fired.” She said without preamble. “This envelope holds the proof of his
dealings to kill my parents, as well as to steal from the company, along with
several other international crimes. In
totality, he is now labored a traitor by the
There was an assorted
murmuring arose to this comment and Diyana then passed the envelope to the
chairman who opened it, skimmed a few pages disbelievingly and then nodded to
the others before passing it along.
“Anthony has already been
apprehended by the authorities and has received judgment and punishment, and so
he shall not be joining us for the rest of his life. All of his holdings will default back to my
family. Which brings us to the next
portion of the meeting... I am moving
Locke Headquarters to
An even greater murmuring
erupted from this, and Diyana raised her hands for quiet.
“Only so that I may keep
an eye on it. This building will remain
as a satellite for us, our financial backbone really because of its proximity
to
“The new building, which
is already under construction, will be located near
“Immense retirement
benefits will also be provided.”
“But Miss Locke… a change
such as this will cost money… how will we cover the change of location for our
headquarters and still keep our heads above budget?”
“All of my family’s
personal holdings are being auctioned off.
Our homes, our stocks and bonds… essentially, everything is being
liquidated. I have already secured a
place for myself in the area. I’ll be
fine gentlemen.” She smiled, raising her hands to stem their rising concerns
and felt her thighs press together. She
was already growing desirous for Tre’Ent to be between her legs. “This is our
first big step since my great grandfather started the first mass production
during World War Two.
“From now on, we will be
building things as well as destroying them.
Locke Industries will take a much greater interest in the ecology. We will not have another Anthony among
us. Ever.”
“But what about you, Miss
Diyana?”
This was where she
allowed herself an open smile.
“I met someone on my last
trip there, gentlemen. I’ve recently
married.” There was an assorted applause and congratulations. “I will continue
as the owner of Locke Industries, as will my daughters, and when needed we will
step in and redirect the company. You
all have been issued detailed instructions as to what needs to be done for the
transfer which are in these manila envelops.” She held them up and placed them
on the table. “After that, and with only occasional occurrences of me stepping
in, the company is now yours.
“Good day gentlemen. I look forward to seeing you in
With that, Diyana bowed
her head once to her board of directors, and turned to leave.
It is done, she thought
to herself. With her help, Locke
industries will redirect the world. With
its help, she could protect it as well.
There was a smile on her face
as she exited the building and boarded a bus.
She rode it for half an hour until she came to one of the less well-known
parts of
Her head lowered to look
at her bosom, and she arched her back briefly to look at the swelling bumps at
the front of her bosom. But then
something grabbed her and carried her into an alleyway. Then there were more hands forcing her arms
behind her back, and when all motion stopped, she was in a darkened alleyway,
with several young men all surrounding her.
“Hmm… nice.” One of the
shadows said, and a pair of hands suddenly groped at her breasts pushing them
together. “Holy shiz… they’re real!”
Apparently, they had
wanted to do more than just check her out.
She remembered her promise to Tre’Ent and she remembered that
ultimately, these wayward young men were her children. But still, just like any loving parent, it
was time to teach them a lesson.
“Yes they’re real. And I’m a natural blonde too. And,” she cooed, and lifted her chest further
up into his hands. “I’ve been wanting to feel a real man between my legs for a
long time.” That was true, but these boys weren’t real men. Not like Tre’Ent was.
She looked off to one
side.
“Let’s go a little deeper
into the alleyway, to that side alley there.
I’ll show you all a wonderful trick I’ve learned, and if you’re lucky,
I’ll even give you a surprise or three.” She giggled, and the lust in their
eyes brightened and the arms holding her slackened.
With a sultry twist of
her hips, she directed them toward the indicated alleyway. A couple of them remained behind her in case
this was all a trick. It was, just not
how they would expect. One of the two
behind her actually grabbed her bottom, and she slapped the hand away in a
teasing way.
“Not just yet,” she
giggled again. “I get to do my trick first, and then you can touch me all you want… if you can.
And then they were in the
relative darkness of the alleyways. Only
the light of a solid looking back door to the building beside them remained to
give them illumination. She walked to
the end of the alleyway, and tested its width to see if it would be large
enough for what she was about to do. It
was… and then some.
Turning, she slid one
hand down over her hip and flattened it against her thigh. The street thugs all lined up before her, one
on the steps with the others arrayed before her.
“Alright… let’s see it.”
One of them mused, crossing his arms before him.
And with a smile, Diyana
closed her eyes.
Beneath those closed
lids, her eyes turned a solid blue. A
light of their own flooded over pupil and iris and started the change. She then opened her eyes, and the five boys
all stepped back. Lifting her hands,
trash and debris that had cluttered the alley way flung itself in front of the
opening, and the large, heavy trash bin down the alleyway slid its way in front
of the side alley’s mouth.
And then Diyana began to
grow.
Her body lengthened, her
long slender legs growing longer to where the tops of her thigh-high hosiery
peaked underneath the pleats of her skirt, and her wrists pushed outward
through the ends of her sleeves. In the
meantime, her bodice began to fill the insides of her clothing quite rapidly.
The group of her would be
attackers stood transfixed at what they saw happening before their eyes. Each and every one of them had the look of a
deer looking to fight and run at the same time, while trying to fight their
natural instincts to mate as well.
Between her legs, Diyana
began to feel her pussy grow moist and warm, and with her heart increasing, the
throbbing pulse of blood surging between her legs caused even more excitement
in her.
And then the pulsating
centered within her chest, and she cupped the already swollen mounds of flesh
against her chest as blood pulsed readily into them, erecting her nipples,
drawing them erect while the pads of her areola crowned outward. And beneath her flesh, the vast mass of
glands began to swell and multiply thickening so rapidly that her breasts
increased at twice the rate her body did.
Her shirt untucked from
the hem of her skirt, and her single-breasted jacket tightened about her bosom
as it continued to swell. Still she
continued to grow, and her breathing began to come out in moans and ecstatic
sighs, and every so often a girlish giggle escaped her throat. Her hands caressed either of her breasts,
fingering the tiny lumps at their peaks where her nipples continued to swell
and harden.
And then the next phase
of her transformation began, and testosterone flooded her system in levels that
no man could have ever experienced. At
first all of her tendons tensed, and then thickened until they stuck out
against her flesh, and in the next moment, the flood of hormones began to feed
her muscles, realign her bones. At the
same time, a flood of estrogen also took her and her breasts continued to fill
the vast network of glands, engorging them with blood and rapidly made
milk. As her rib cage lifted and began
to spread, the first button on her jacket popped as her breasts pushed against
one another and tried to escape through the front of her suit jacket. Her hips began to flare outward, filling her
skirt’s sides, even though her waist seemed to be condensing, making it so that
the skirt remained on her.
The street thugs were now
backed up against the rubbish, and they all seemed to be trying to scramble
backwards over it all. Some strange
thing was keeping them from trying too hard though, and Diyana smiled as she
saw that their effort was all into keeping something else hard.
She was so tall now that
her skirt was just barely covering her crotch, with its pleated sides now
brushing up against her hips while her sleeves were now just above her
elbows. Her blouse had long since
untucked from the hem of her skirts revealing her flattened stomach and belly
button, while her blouse and jacket were beginning to stretch to their
limits. And then there was a light popping
sound as the next button against her front burst, followed by a lighter popping
as seams in her jacket began to tear about her sides and around her
shoulders. And then finally, her breasts
swelled so much and her chest rose enough where the draw stings against her
sides snapped practically all at once, and the line of buttons down her front
all popped off. Her chest then swelled
quickly to fill her blouse so that it lifted up fully around the already
massive mounds of flesh.
“What’s the matter boys? I
thought you wanted to have a girl all big and strong to take care of you.” She
hiked up the edge of her skirt a little to show them the bottom edge of her
panties. “Don’t you want me?”
She clenched her toes,
and her high-heals both burst open – the heals already having sunken into the
asphalt with her weight – and she stepped idly out of them.
Now the rush of
adrenaline and testosterone feeding her ample form finally became strong enough
where her muscles began to thicken. With
each beat of her heart, a throbbing pulse slid through her body, made her feel
as if her whole body was becoming like her engorging clitoris, and her
hardening nipples.
The moisture between her
legs became slick with moisture, wetting the front of her panties even as they
began to stretch about her body.
The jacket she had been
wearing became a vest then as every muscle in her body suddenly began to swell,
and just after that, there came a ripping sound as the seams across the jacket
finally broke. Her shoulders bulged and
the sleeves tore open, and then as she flexed her already sizeable arms, the
front of the sleeves burst open before the back seam tore completely open. Seconds after that, the sleeves of her silk
blouse burst open from cuff to shoulder.
Diyana flexed her arms
again, pumping them over and over. The
gathered thugs were able to see those biceps swell with each pump until they
were as large as the already towering breasts already straining against the
inside of the blouse.
Diyana’s hips continued
to flare wider until her rounded bottom and the sides of her legs filled her
skirt so that there were no longer any pleats, and the thing became nothing
more than a wrap around skirt. The hem
of her skirt slowly began to edge its way upward as her lower bodice continued
to grow, revealing more and more of the small wedge compacted between her
thighs, covered by the already overtaxed panties she wore. Already the folds of her crotch had clenched
and where swollen so much that her panties only covered that soft mound of flesh.
She felt her stomach sink
beneath her ribcage then, felt her ribs continue to flare wider, while her back
piled up muscle upon sinuous muscle.
Without even needing to flex her back, her swelling back shredded open
the back of her jacket the rest of the way, while her arms split the rest of
it. The ruined garment fell to the
ground at her feet.
Her stomach began to
fold, first in half straight down the middle over her belly button. Then it creased to sixths, as a crease near
the top of her abdomen appeared, and the two lats separated themselves along
their sides. And then it creased into
twelfths, and then as new muscle masses arrive with the third part of her
transformation, a realm of thick overlapping muscle from her breasts to her
crotch appeared.
Now her bottom and hips
swelled to their greatest, and she felt the back of her panties sink in between
her cheeks, while the triangular wedge of its front sank down beneath her
abdomen. Her blouse, silk, just like the
one she wore when she first transformed, was beginning to become tight all
around her body now. Her breasts were
now immense, and her sides were feathering as muscle tightened along her ribs
and sides.
Her skirt made wrap was
now tight against her flesh, and her narrow belt now took the time to snap open
on her.
Her panty hose was also
stretched as tight as it could be; the once thigh-high stockings now just above
her knees. And after a few more seconds
of strain, multiple tears opened all up and down their length; each of them
bursting open. She must’ve reached the
nine-foot mark by now, she figured looking down past her breasts at her
feet. She then looked back at the group
of thugs, and then arched her back. The
twist in her hips and the spreading of her bottom forced several tears in her
skirt to break open, and then when she straightened, the tears burst open and
her skirt too fell to the ground.
When she straightened,
she then jutted her pelvis out so that they could see the creases forming over
her pussy, the firm folds clenching briefly beneath the white cotton panties
while her hands slid over her crotch.
And for them, she fondled and caressed the still swelling mound of
vaginal tissue.
Her hands then spread
open as she lifted up on her toes, and the great spheres of flesh mounted atop
her chest lifted as well; their mass spreading apart and creasing the blouse
even more. And then there was a tear
between the two erect teats, and then another tear underneath each arm, and
still more against her back. She could
feel the straps of her panties drawing taught against her hips, invading the
folds of her womanhood as her chest slowly spread apart the cloth as she
flexed. And then with a final series of
bursts, her panties snapped first between her legs, and then about the waist as
her middle became too wide. And then,
finally, her shirt shredded on all levels, and she stood naked before them.
And yet still she grew.
Her body was now slick
with sweat, her breasts and crotch moist, and she shone in the miniscule
light. The cool air of
And then the final
portion of her transformation began. She
already stood twice their height at the waist, with every square inch of her
body super defined. She cupped her
crotch and slid her hands all the way up her body, over the layered mass of
stomach muscles, over the feathered mass of her ribs, to the tiny reddened
disks that were appearing beneath her breasts.
Her hands then cupped her flesh as two points began to swell, filling
her palms almost immediately, while her body began to lengthen. Between her fingers a pair of teats suddenly
drew as erect and as great and as full as the ones against her breasts. The group of young men then all watched in
awe as a new pair of tits, these two both as large and as rounded and as firm
as the first pair, swelled against her chest.
Her arms bulged to twice
their thickness, as did her legs before they too lengthened along with her
feet. At the base of her spine, her
tailbone turned outward, and then rapidly extended to a length as long as she
was tall before it too thickened with muscle many times over. And then her spine turned outward as it was
pushed up between the two sides of her back, the vertebrae thickening before
each extended a sharp spine from the top of her back downward to overlap her
tail.
Her back suddenly
hardened and broke into a thousand closely connected nodules, before they all
unfolded. Within the cramped confines of
the alleyway as she was now, her wings weren’t able to unfurl all that
much. Instead the simply heaved them
upward and away. And then last but not
least, Diyana’s flesh began to harden in some places, as protrusions broke
through her flesh, adding ornate body armor that left her womanhood open and in
plain view. Gems arose once again at her
forehead, navel, and sternum and on either hand, while a crown of horns
decorated her head in regal splendor.
There was one last shiver
of emotion as Diyana’s sexual high made one last quivering thump through her
body before she opened her eyes once again, and leveled a pair of beautifully,
solid green eyes upon her wood be rapists.
“Now then.” She mused
with a small smile crossing her face as all her horns folded back against her
head to frame her great mane of hair. “You all were wishing a piece of me
tonight, am I right?”
All of them suddenly
tried to mash themselves back first into the garbage. Diyana smiled down at them, her big, reddened
lips gaining a most demonic expression as she knelt before them, her wings
folding tightly behind her while her tail erected practically straight up to
reveal her swollen pussy.
“Your eyes say that you
don’t want to, but I can read your bodies.
She reached out and gently caressed the groin of the one nearest her. “I
know you want to press this between my thighs.” She then slipped forward, and
with the press of her titanic breasts alone, lifted him up and pressed him
firmly against the trash bin behind him.
The others tried to edge their way away from her.
Her claws lifted and she
shredded the legs of his trousers. “You know… I can just take you now. No mater what you may try to do,” she
shredded his shirt. “No matter how hard you struggle,” she tore open his belt,
slapped him to the rubbish strewn ground, and then sat herself on his lap.
“There is absolutely nothing you can do.”
She toyed with him while
his fellows watched, though, as she promised, she didn’t actually mate with
him. Though she did force him into a
climax, violated him with her tail, and tasted him all up and down his
chest. And then finally, she again
pushed him up against the trash bin, trapped him beneath her breasts, and
bushed the rubbish away from the alley’s mouth.
The other Street thugs
made a break for it while she toyed with the hapless victim, and then let him
go too.
She stood erect then
hands on hips while she watched them with a whimsical smile puckering her
reddened lips as they all ran away before she herself retreated back into the
alleyway. Reaching down, she held up her
ruined panties, and felt a small quirk raise against her face. And then, with only a thought, more armor
folded outward from pockets of her flesh, to cover her crotch and her chest
against the chill in the air.
And then leaping with a
single bound, she rose to the top most point of one of the buildings framing
the alleyway. Diyana smiled as she
arched her back, her bodice catching the full force of the cool wind of
And raising the pylons
against her back and opening a plethora of special flaps and folds, Diyana soon
broke the sound barrier. And so, the
super Amazon known only as Diyana now, went home.
End