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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt. 6
David was setting up the supplies for tomorrow's trek. The island
had been divided into 14 parts, one for each day they'd be there.
The morning was spent exploring, and the afternoon for a review of
the findings. Since David had not been involved in the exploring
that morning (through no fault of his own) the professor had decided
to exclude him from the review. Before this morning, David would
have been pissed, but now it would give him a chance to do a review
of his own. He knew most of the myths of ancient Greece, so he knew
what "Aphrodite" was supposed to be capable of. Now, since he was a
modern-day Aphrodite, he needed to find out if the stories were true.
While he was picking out what would be needed, he realized that he
had a perfect opportunity to test one of his new abilities. He
quickly scanned the professor's mind and determined that he'd be at
least another two and a half hours in his review, so David had plenty
of time to play.
David shifted back to his new form. Not because he had to, but
because he was more comfortable with breasts. Although David was an
exercise freak, he had never been a muscle builder. He exercised for
fitness, not bulk, so his chest size had never been a big deal. But
Nicole had developed early, and, since everyone else made such a big
deal of her breasts, she just wound up doing the same. So now
David's breasts were a big deal to him.
He then made some quick decisions on what would be needed for
tomorrow, and waved his hand. In a shower of light, what was needed
was transported from the stores to the packs. David smiled. An
afternoon's work done in two seconds. Now for some personal fun.
He waved his hand and created a full length mirror in the tent. He
stood in front of it and got a good look at his new body. In his
clothes, he looked like a woman in men's clothes. The strong, male
lines in his face were gone, replaced by softer, rounder ones. Even
his hair now had a feminine wave to it. he also noticed that his
body now had feminine curves that even the clothes he was wearing,
with their straight, male lines, couldn't hide.
But David wanted a good look at his new body, so he waved his hand,
and the male clothes he was wearing disappeared. David took a look
at his new self and even he was impressed. The basic shape was
Nicole's (which was fantastic to start with), but it was a perfect
version. His large breasts now jutted straight out from his body, as
if they had just grown there. David shook his head. He had to
remind himself that they HAD just grown there. But he also knew that
no matter how long he had or would have these breasts, they'd always
have this perfect shape and curve to them. And thinking of curves,
his were perfect. His hourglass shape curved perfectly from chest in
to waist, and out around his hips. His body was perfectly designed
for nestling into David's big, strong arms.
When he thought that, David slapped his forehead. He was part Nicole
now, so when he did or thought things, part of him did or thought it
as though he were Nicole, but sometimes it was ridiculous, like
wanting to be in his own arms. Oh, well, he'd sort it out in time.
He looked at his arms and legs. They (as well as the rest of his
body, now that he thought about it) were a little thicker than
Nicole's, but still perfectly proportioned. He wondered what his
legs would look like in high heels and decided to find out. He went
up on his tiptoes, and with a sparkle, was in his... Nicole's highest
heels. And his legs, stretched out in heels, were marvelous! He
lifted his right foot and rotated it around sensually. He looked
fantastic, just fantastic.
David decided to get all decked out. He waved his hand, and was in
his best dress, with lingerie and stockings on underneath. He then
shook his head and his hair styled itself. With his penis hidden
underneath the dress, there was now nothing visibly masculine about
him. He was a fantastic babe. But what else could you expect from
the modern incarnation of the Goddess of Love?
David stopped. He had just called himself the GODDESS of Love, but,
for some reason, that didn't bother him as much as it would've
yesterday. He was, physically at least, mostly woman now, and that
was fine with him. And it wasn't just that he could shift back any
time he wanted. He liked his new self, both from an internal and
external perspective.
David smiled, thinking of what his mother would say if she knew that
her little boy had become a sexy goddess, and liked it. Then David
realized he could become a mother himself if he wasn't careful. He
could render himself sterile if he wanted to, but if he shifted into
a form with a vagina, including his base form, without doing so and
took a load of semen into him, he had just as much chance of getting
pregnant as any woman. He also realized he would have periods now.
He wouldn't have PMS. His body would automatically correct that, but
he would have his bloody times, just as he would have his fertile
times.
But that didn't scare him as much as he thought it would. He had run
the risk of getting pregnant every time he had had sex since his
first time with Mark. David stopped, and was about to correct
himself, reorienting the statement to Nicole's perspective, but then
figured why bother. He was physically mostly woman, but he was
mentally half-woman as well. The memories he had from Nicole were
more than just there, they were a part of him. He wasn't just linked
with Nicole, didn't just remember what she did. In a very real
sense, he WAS Nicole; at least part of him was.
He waved his hand and the dress he was wearing was replaced with a
house dress, something more durable to do some work in. David
thought about it, wondering why he was choosing a dress to work in,
when his male clothes were far more durable. Then he had it. For a
man, clothes were just that, clothes. They served a purpose, they
protected from the environment, and they warmed. But for a woman,
clothes did all that, and served an ornamental function. Only the
simplest of clothes weren't designed to make the wearer more
beautiful, and even when he wore those clothes, they would sometimes
serve that function anyways. Even the simple dress he wore showed
off just enough of his cleavage to be suggestive.
David looked at the space between his breasts and wondered about
having larger boobs. Like most men, David was fascinated by large
breasts, and could (and had) stroke and love Nicole's large breasts
for hours. But what about larger? Not that he wasn't satisfied with
what he had, but now that he thought about it, his curiosity was
piqued. He concentrated on his bosom and it slowly grew. His
clothes grew with him, and in seconds, his breasts were bumping the
mirror in front of him. He had to laugh. Big breasts were
beautiful, but this was just ridiculous. He shrunk them back down to
a slightly larger triple D.
But his curiosity was piqued. He loved Nicole as is, but he had
always wondered what she'd look like with bigger breasts. He shifted
his face and body into her form, leaving his breasts at their
slightly larger size. Looking at "Nicole" in the mirror, he played
around with his breast size a bit, both increasing and decreasing
their size before finally determining that he liked her best as is.
He then felt a strange pull from down on the beach, and instantly
knew what it was. He shifted back to his base form, and strode out
of the tent.
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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