New Found Feathers
#11 of New Found Form
New Found Feathers
By Von Krieger
Chris cursed as he ran through the woods, hands over his head, trying to keep the rain from soaking through his hat any more than it already had. It figured, come up to the mountains, away from the city, looking to turn what might very well be a national crisis, and have a fun little camping trip, and of course he'd get rained on.
The forecasts hadn't said anything about rain, let alone rain so heavy and thick that it had him absolutely soaked in seconds. Chris had been planning to set up camp a bit higher up on the mountain, and with this torrent pouring forth from the sky, he wouldn't be able to get his tent set up properly.
The heavy rain obscured most of the forest from view; the world disappeared into a shapeless, blurry mass about five feet in front of the decidedly unhappy camper. He was trying his best to watch his steps in the suddenly slick mud, but Chris lost his footing and went sliding down a hill just in front of him.
His curses grew louder and more inventive, the sort seventy year old women shout at their least favorite athletes at pro wrestling events. The sliding ceased, leaving Chris muddy and a little sore, but mostly unhurt, and quite fortuitous, as it had placed him right in front of what looked to be a cave.
Thankful for some shelter, Chris crept inside, wanting to have somewhat dry conditions before he went for his flashlight. He sighed over the fact he was now going to be having cold, canned pasta for the next few meals, as the rain would have drenched any prospective firewood.
Unpleasant dinner prospects or not, it was still better than being stuck in the city and possibly coming down with Tate-Fairchild Syndrome. Talk about a scary disease, the list of symptoms was about a mile long, and anyone who had it was quickly whisked off into government quarantine, to prevent further spread.
There were talks that rather than a disease, it was some sort of biological weapon. The conspiracy nuts were out in full force, speculating everything from pod-people being rounded up that had replaced real people to prepare for an alien invasion, to a psychic attack from extra-dimensional mutants, to that old rural American favorite, the Rapture.
Wanting to stay as far away from the wetness as possible, as well as hoping to find a place big enough to set up his tent, Chris continued deeper into the cave, turning his flashlight on.
The cave was narrow, but it also seemed to be quite long, as well as sloping gently downward and with the occasional twist and turn. It was quite some time before the cave widened into a small cavern, with enough room to set up a tent, though the space was about the size of your typical house.
Water fell in a steady stream in one corner of the cave, making a large pool that covered half the room, the water flowing down into another tunnel that continued downward. The spray from the falling water moistened the half of the room nearest to the falls, but near the entrance it was wonderfully dry.
With a sigh Chris eased his heavy pack off his shoulders. The cavern was warmer than the air had been outside, even before the chilly downpour. With a sigh Chris began to step off his wet clothes, not wanting to catch a chill in them, besides, he had several extra outfits in his pack. He had been expecting to stay out here for a few weeks, after all.
Everything was covered in mud and Chris figured her might as well scrub it off while it was still wet, and not a dried, caked on mess.
He walked over to the pool of water, sticking a finger in to test the temperature. Expecting it to be bitter cold, Chris was surprised instead to find it pleasantly warm. He sighed and took a step into the water, and then another, and another. Soon he found himself waist deep in the warm water.
He ducked down into the water, finding the rain's chill fading rapidly. The closer to the waterfall, the warmer the water became. He approached, giving a soft mmm of pleasure as the heat began to sink into his muscles.
The waterfall itself was nearly as warm as his shower at home, and Chris found himself delighted at the warmth. The sudden shift from cold to warm made his skin break out into goose bumps, a strange tingle going through him.
Chris rubbed the mud off his bare arms, the sweet heat making his skin flush pink. The increased blood flow seemed to sit something else as well. Chris moaned softly as his member began to stir, the water seeming to arouse him. He gasped, wrapping a hand around his length. It felt strangely sensitive as he began to stroke.
He gave no thought to the oddness of the act, he hadn't felt horny at all during the walk up the mountain, but the moment he'd stepped under the water fall, all that changed. The sudden, powerful erotic need was something that he couldn't ignore, and it seemed so natural to slake his lusts.
Chris leaned against the smooth wall of the cave behind the waterfall and felt his legs bump up against a submerged portion of rock, rather like a seat or a shelf beneath the falls. He took a seat upon it, finding a flat area free of protrusions.
He bucked gently into his hand, savoring the sensations of pleasure, keeping his strokes slow and patient. The feeling of goosebumps had passed, leaving Chris's skin smooth, strangely smooth, actually. But Chris gave no indication of being aware of the oddity. Who would notice the slight tickling sensation caused by hairs loosening themselves and falling away, when one's body was being impacted all over by the soothing water?
The falls had left Chris perfectly smooth, almost shining. The waterfall seemed to be quite choosey, as the camper's eyebrows and short crop of brown hair remained; brown hair that began to thicken and lengthen. Chris absently brushed his bangs out of his face, tucking them back behind his ears, paying no attention to the wet strands that tickled his shoulders and began a slow crawl down his back.
Nor did he notice the gentle pulling sensation that seemed to travel up his body, starting at his toe tips. Even if Chris had opened his eyes and peered downward, he would not have seen the changes that took place beneath the churning water of the falls' basin, nails lengthening and turning a radiant blue.
It started first with the toes, not very noticeable at all, but as the change reached the feet, ankles, and calves, it would have been pretty plain to see that something was happening, a force gently reshaping and molding Chris' legs into a slightly different configuration.
The force slowly crept up the camper's legs, inch by inch, knees and thighs succumbing to the transformative force. Hips pushing outward in the first true sign of the alteration. After perhaps a minute beneath the falls, Chris found himself with a thick and vibrant mane of hair that trailed down his back, as well as a pair of beautiful, shapely, and most definitely feminine legs.
At the waist the changes shifted, moving in several directions. Chris found the stone seat increasingly comfortable, his rump filling out into a plentiful inverted heart shape. The gentle force crept down into his loins, but rather than subtract manhood, it seemed to add it.
Chris tilted his head back and cried out with delight, some of the water falling into his mouth. The walk had been quite long and a little tiring, and he found himself a bit thirsty. He really shouldn't drink untreated water, but this warm, sweet water couldn't possibly have anything bad in it.
He gulped down a few mouthfuls as he continued to stroke. He brought a hand down between his legs, cupping testes that had become the size of large plums. He unconsciously shifted the way he stroked himself, no longer gripping a mere six inches that fit almost entirely within his hand, but a rapidly increasing length that he had to truly stroke, rather than merely wriggling his hand.
The change seemed to jump from member and sack to hands, leaving a proud, twelve inch length where only half such had been before. Matching those of the toes, Chris' fingernails lengthened, taking on the same shade of electric blue. His fingers narrowed, his hands taking on the fine boned, graceful, almost delicate female form that the rest of his body seemed eagerly heading towards.
Arms and shoulders followed, all without any comment from Chris. He felt good, felt really good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good for so long. The hand caressing his balls began to move away from them, slowly moving up his belly. The changes seemed to follow that perfect, gorgeous hand, Chris' middle firming up and narrowing to match the rest of his new form.
The hand found its goal, a slight swelling around the nipple that upon contact began to bloom and blossom into an exquisite breast, the other mirroring the transformation. Big, heavy, plentiful, firm, and oh so sensitive, they were perfect, Chris brought a perfect nipple to gorgeous, puffy, deep navy blue lips, a feminine moan escaping his throat.
Upon his tongue caressing his sweet nipple, Chris felt his pleasure explode, a lusty cry of pleasure erupting from his body along with his seed and his male identity. Krissi pumped her hand over her cock as rapidly as she could, not wanting to waste this wonderful opportunity.
As the incredible climax drained away, she slipped into the water, her long, navy blue tresses floating in the water behind her as she swam in the pool's warm water. She felt that she ought to get out, but something called her back.
Krissi swam back to the falls, moaning softly as a delightful ache filled her loins, bringing her back to immediate hardness. She felt something calling to her from behind the stone.
One hand reached out, caressing the smooth stone wall, the other caressing her once more expanding balls. The ache within her seemed to be coming from there, a stubborn itch right behind her sack.
She rubbed and scratched, moaning softly as she felt a hint of smooth wetness. There was a gentle tug, her balls pulling back a bit, some extra skin seeming to be borrowed for what was in store.
The blue haired bombshell stroked the soft netherlips that appeared between her legs, slipping dexterous fingers into the muscular tunnel that appeared between them, her actions guided by a sort of instinctual muscle memory. She had never had a pussy, nor had she even learned how to please one with her fingers.
As one set of fingers plunged into her own depths, the others found what she was seeking, hooking a crevice in the stone wall and finding some sort of switch. She pulled it, and a section of stone swung inward.
Krissi slipped inside the passage, a lustful grin on her face. The area behind the falls was warm and humid, and she continued to explore her new sex as she went. She leaned against the smooth wall of the cave, her mouth watering, wanting something to suck, and upon reaching the top of the hidden passage, she found that something.
The water of the falls poured right past it, an obsidian phallus on a pedestal, covered in markings, several of them glowing a soft shade of blue. With a grin Krissi snatched it from its resting place, sandwiching it between her breasts, the item's length just enough for her to part her sapphire lips and take it in.
It felt so right being there, it was so much fun to titfuck, so much fun to fuck no matter what the manner. Her breasts were so wonderfully sensitive, Krissi found herself moaning and bucking just from the caresses she gave herself; giving the stone dildo the best ride it had had in years, centuries maybe; who knew how long it had been there, waiting for her.
To her surprise Krissi felt the relic quiver, and she felt a warm torrent of thick, sweet, liquid into her mouth. She kept up her efforts, coaxing her toy to unleash more of the stuff. She gulped it down, disappointed to find that with each pulse of liquid, her toy diminished in size.
In a few moments it was gone entirely, and Krissi felt unfulfilled. She suddenly shivered, her body feeling energized, electric. She rolled over onto the floor, rubbing her breasts and member against the smooth, water-slicked stone beneath her. She panted and moaned with desire and frustration.
She felt that strange pulling that had accompanied her change earlier, only this time she was aware of it. She concentrated on that sensation, willing it onward, willing it to cover her body. She wanted satisfaction, pleasure, climax, not the teasing and slow caress of patient transformation.
Her body responded to her will and she felt the curious force center on her breasts and nethers, only a light tickle spreading over them; mere changes of coloration, her nipples and shaft rapidly darkening to the same dark blue shade as her lips, eyes, and hair. The tingle vanished from her breasts, yet remaining in her groin. She felt her member and sack shift, warp, alter, taking on a bestial configuration that she instinctively knew was called a sheath.
Her greatest assets completed, the change progressed as it did last time, at the tips of her extremities heading inward. Krissi watched with glee as her tanned, smooth skin darkened, becoming thicker and harder, yet retaining its smoothness, if not its softness. She watched her little fingers vanish, her beautiful electric blue nails transform into claws, her hands becoming beautiful navy blue talons.
Krissi turned and looked down at her feet, her toes were fusing, leaving her with three. She didn't mind, though she was a little disappointed that they number of fingers and toes didn't match. She giggled as she watched the shape of her foot alter as well, a fourth toe appearing from the heel, allowing her to grip things, like a bird. A pretty blue bird! She giggled at that thought.
With her mouth open her now dark blue teeth took the opportunity, merging together, pushing forward, joining with her lips, her nose, creating a proper, beautiful beak. Krissi gasped in awe and touched it with her talons.
Beneath her gorgeous, shimmering hair, which was rapidly becoming strands of many different shades of blue and white, Krissi felt a tickle. She grinned and closed her eyes, unable to turn and see them, but she could feel their coming.
She flexed the new muscles as they formed, connected to brand new bones, beautiful blue feathers sprouting from the new limbs. The tingle in her wings moved beneath her arms, caressing her already plentiful chest. She felt things shift inside, altering, growing larger to provide the powerful muscles that would grant her flight. She flapped her wings, spreading them wide, enjoying the feeling of stretching her new muscles.
Then her whole body began to tickle, gorgeous feathers pushing themselves gently out from within her. She was complete now, whole, perfect. Her body longed for climax, but no longer craved it like the animal in heat that she had been moments before.
She remembered Chris, she remembered the few blissful minutes she had spent as Krissi, but her true self was something else entirely; something that had rested here for many years, waiting for a world that was ready for such a powerful, beautiful, majestic creature.
She fluffed her feathers, casting drops of water away, allowing the runes that marked each feathered shaft to glow for a brief moment before she closed her eyes and reached out to the heavens.
It had been so long since she'd been able to do this, only today re-acquiring the strength to do so. She had done it once before, bringing Chris here to take up her power and knowledge.
Outside thunder rumbled and thick clouds broke open once more in a deluge.
The harsh thunderclaps could be heard even deep in the cavern, and they sent an erotic thrill through the bird's body. She adored storms, the sights, the sounds, the smells; the flashes of light and explosions of sound.
Of course she would, she was the Thunderbird, after all, and her senses told her that she was about to gain several very devout followers.
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Morganna calmly opened her umbrella, holding it overhead while her girls shrieked and giggled. They didn't mind getting wet, after all, that was what they planned to do today, anyways.
Eight perfect, beautiful specimens of womanhood. Bodies to die for, faces that would put supermodels to shame, perfectly smooth, sensual skin. The mere sight of them had made men and woman alike climax on the spot, falling over themselves for an opportunity to bed one of them, which they all were more than eager to do.
Each was as air-headed and she was beautiful, however, eight beautiful bimbos under Morganna's care and control, all though the weekly trip to the cave, where she would supervise their time underneath the wondrous waterfall that made it all possible.
The thought of the warm water flowing over her once again made Morganna's cock stand proudly erect in her trunks. A few of her ladies had such additions as well, and she made sure to limit the exposure each one got to maintain their current configuration of sexes.
Though as much as her girls earned for Morganna, her own body drew the best business. Enhanced by the very best tattoo artists, the blue tribal designs seeming to draw out and enhance the shemale's sexiness and gave her almost a sort of animal magnetism.
Morganna reached out and gave Inferno's rump a playful slap; the red themed girl had been the first of her bimbos. Morganna's affection had faded for her over the years; she admitted to herself it was Inferno's mind that Michael Morgan had fallen in love with.
Now Michael and his girlfriend were long gone, vanished. The shy, skinny nerd replaced by a beautiful, busty babe with a keen mind and ruthless business sense. After all, her girlfriend had become a sex-starved harlot who couldn't even remember how to tie her shoes. Morganna figured the two ought to profit from their insatiable appetites for sex.
It hadn't taken very long before she had acquired her own bar and brothel. She'd named it after the totem animal that filled her dreams; Thunderbird's. She'd expanded her stable of girls, inviting the shy, but skilled girls that came to her to perform. Seducing them easily and bringing them to the falls for their final touch up.
If they didn't take a ten minute swim in the waters every week, they started to remember who they were, and that only disturbed them when they remembered being smarter. It was for their own good, really, and it worked so well to get rid of the occasional investigator that came too close and couldn't be bribed with either money or the company of one or two of her girls.
Morganna loved her altered body, and bathed in the waters of the falls for a few minutes to maintain her perfect body shape. It had been ten years, she hadn't gained a pound, hadn't acquired a wrinkle, a mole, a scar, any sort of blemish on her perfect body.
She wondered if she'd discovered the fountain of youth. She'd just have to wait and see twenty or thirty years down the line.
She took a head count and herded her girls into the cavern. It was the highlight of their week, able to swim in the warm waters, and the only time they were allowed to play freely with one another, and their mistress.
Morganna grinned; today was going to be such fun.
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Thunderbird sensed the approach of the girls and their mistress, the great avian demigoddess grinning to herself, the possibilities flickering through her mind of gifts to grant her disciples.
Such fun indeed.