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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.
28
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.
29
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.
30
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