Chapter 1
It was dark when I opened my eyes. I was in so sort of rough stone building with unlit torches on the walls. I sat up, struggling with the weight on my chest. I looked down and saw two large cantaloupe sized breasts hanging from my body. Aside from the very obvious change of having breasts in the first place, I also realized they were covered in short slick grey fur along with the rest of my body.
I reached up to grope myself and instantly felt weak in the knees from the sensitivity of the new plump black nipples capping off my new tits. The pleasure of squeezing them and playing with my new nipples washed over my whole body and I could feel the pleasure literally pooling between my legs. I ran my hands down my body and across my newly widened hips, into the crease of my thigh and between my legs to find my new genitals.
I was really wet, I slid my middle finger between my new lips and right into my new vagina. I was incredibly sensitive down there too, I could feel my slim finger strongly gripped by my inner walls, even the relatively small penetration felt amazing. My left hand gripped my large breast and my right hand continued to stroke my inner walls. Not long after I started getting into a rhythm I added a second finger and almost ca imdiately. I kept up the pace, panting now from the exertion.
I got closer and closer until my inner walls clamped down hard on my fingers, my hips began to twitch and squirm, my head lolled back into a loud moan, and I ca all over my hand. I didn’t even bother to slow down and rolled through my first orgasm as a woman.
When I finally ca down from the experience my heart was racing and I could feel the wash of afterglow running through my whole body. I was sleepy and relaxed as I recovered from the intense masturbation session. After I was feeling a little bit more together I went to turn my head to look around a bit but sothing clacked loudly against the ground and refused to let turn my head all the way.
I reached up to touch the top of my head and realized that I had large twisted ram horns coming out of my head, in fact, in my preoccupation with so of my more erogenous traits, I hadn’t realized at all that my face didn’t even look human. I reached forward and touched a new muzzle on my face and felt my new animalistic ears.
“Huh…” I just stared at the ceiling for a little bit before I decided to sit up and look around. I reached up and touched my horns again and noticed that I didn’t really feel their weight. I’m not sure how much they weighed but they felt natural to the body I was in. I looked at my hands and feet and didn’t notice anything too different from them aside from the fur but looking behind I saw a cute little tail sitting above my new juicy butt. Seeing my tail and the fur on my back made wonder why I had straight slick fur rather than curly woolen fur you would expect on a sheep with ram horns.
I went to grope my new breasts again. “Huh, I feel like I should be a little more torn up about losing my cock but right now the thought just makes feel horny.” I started to moan a little just from the attention to my breasts so I decided to leave before I just started masturbating again. I wasn’t sure what was going on but surely that wouldn’t get anywhere. I had no idea where I was at, I should at least make sure I could find so food. And as much as I enjoyed playing with my new body so clothes would be nice too.
I stood up and looked around, I had been laying on so sort of raised dais covered in satanic looking chalk lines with all sorts of weird looking markings. They didn’t really look like any language I’ve ever seen but they were hieroglyphics for all I knew. To be honest they looked the most like those astrology symbols used for horoscopes, cancer, aries, leo, and such but I didn’t recognize any. There were also burnt out candles in around the big chalk circle. It looked so stereotypical that I would have thought it was a joke if I wasn’t standing here naked as a ram woman.
“How did I get here anyway?” I tried thinking back but I couldn’t rember anything about myself. I could clearly rember things about earth, I had vague mories about going to coffee shops, and going to school, but I couldn’t rember anything about my na, my parents, or anything like that. I did clearly rember that I used to be a man though. It was pretty odd, for all the information I couldn’t rember about myself that stuck out sohow despite it not particularly bothering for so reason. I could also rember being carded at a bar before so I had to be at least twenty-one. I think anyway.
I looked around and didn’t really see much else in the room. I went over and pulled one of the unlit torches from the holders in the wall. It wasn’t much more than a stick wrapped in a cloth that slled funny and I didn’t have any way to light it but it felt better to have sothing in my hands rather than nothing. I could probably find sothing to light it sowhere or maybe try my hand at starting a fire with sticks if it ca down to it, either way this torch would probably make things easier. On one end of the room there was a passage way with a dim light coming from it, since I didn’t really have anywhere else to go I decided to follow it.
As I entered the passageway I stepped in sothing wet. I squatted down to look at the puddle and realized that the liquid was blood. That didn’t bode well for this passageway but I was at a dead end. Hopefully whatever caused all of blood to spill here took off but I knew I would have to be a little more careful. Past the initial pool of blood there wasn’t much in the hallway, drips and drops here and there but I didn’t notice any sars that would be left if sothing was being dragged through it. Hopefully whatever left all of this blood was alright, assuming whatever was leaving it wasn’t my enemy anyway.
I kept my hand on the left wall as I followed the passage. I ca to intersections a few tis but without really having much else to go on I followed whichever one looked the brightest. Hopefully I would be able to find my way outside that way. I still saw drips of blood here and there making think I might be on the right track. After fifteen minutes of wandering hallways I finally saw bright moonlight coming from the end of the passage.
I cautiously followed the passage to the end and finally found the source of blood. There was a man laying in the snow just outside of the entrance of whatever weird ruin I was standing in. There was a small pool of blood around his slit hands, blue and frostbitten. A bloody scarf was pinned under his body, presumably the thing he was attempting to staunch his bleeding with. After taking the whole picture in I promptly turned away from the corpse and vomited into the snow.
It took a few minutes to relax again. I leaned against the cool stone of the ruins and regained my composure. I could see my breath and I realized that I didn’t hardly feel cold at all standing here naked. Almost to prove wrong though a cool wind blew past and my black nips and lower lips felt positively icy.
I covered my nipples with one hand and my genitals with the other as I went up to take a closer look at the corpse. The body looked frozen over, his face was blue and his extremities were all frostbitten. I didn’t need to take a long look at him to tell he was dead but I didn’t know how long he had been like this. That blood on the ground by the circle I woke up in wasn’t dry so maybe a day at most? Though it was hard to tell in this weather and I didn’t know much about that sort of thing.
It seems before he died he had dropped a large backpack with a sleeping bag next to him in the snow. I was going to need so clothes and I really didn’t want to attempt to peel them off a corpse so I took the bag hoping to find sothing useful. I picked up the bag and started digging though it in the doorway of the ruin. One of the first things I found was a flint and tinder kit used to light a fire. I only rember seeing people use those on television but it couldn’t be that hard.
I realized I would need a knife or sothing and noticed the corpse had a sheathed knife on his belt. I went back to the corpse and was able to pull the blade out of its sheath pretty easily. The blade was much heavier than I was expecting and looked about seven inches long, it was likely a blade made more for fighting than survival. I also noticed that there was blood still on the blade and on the edge of the sheath.
Did this an that the wound on his hands were self inflicted? Wait, was this idiot trying to summon a demon or sothing and got instead? I gust of wind that about froze my nipples off blew across again. I decided to put those thoughts aside and get back to what I was doing. I fiddled with his belt buckle for a mont and managed to put the belt along with the sheath off the corpse and took it with back into the ruins.
I followed the path back into the ruin and found a closed wooden door. Inside was a small room with a bed, an unlit fireplace, and what seed like a basic desk. I left the door open for now so that I would be able to see and pulled out the flint and tinder to get a fire going in the fireplace. I didn’t feel particularly cold but it would be nice to have so light to finish going through the backpack. I was hoping I could find so clothes or maybe sothing to fashion a shirt out of.
It was surprisingly easy to get the torch lit with the flint and dagger. Scraping the flint shot sparks against the torch and it caught almost imdiately. Whatever the torch was soaked in clearly was pretty flammable. I then took the torch and tried to light the fireplace with it. If lighting the torch was easier than expected, lighting the fireplace was much harder than I expected. I get the impression I really didn’t know what I was doing when it ca to fireplaces.
After a few false starts I was able to get the fireplace lit for real and I placed the torch in a holder by the door and closed it. The room got pretty toasty pretty quick but I really wasn’t too bothered by the heat either oddly enough. I was worried that maybe the fur and ahem fat on my new curves would make the fire too hot for but that didn’t seem to be the case.
Before I kept going I sat on the bed in the corner and started playing with myself again. I have a feeling I masturbated a lot when I was a man but this new body made feel like my libido was cranked up to 11. Despite everything I was still wet between my legs.
I leaned against the wall with my legs spread and explored myself a little more this ti. Last ti I was just trying to rush to an orgasm but this ti I wanted to get a sense of where everything was and how everything felt. While idly playing with myself I wondered why I was taking this so well. My body didn’t feel wrong like you might expect if you suddenly woke up in another body.
This body didn’t feel awkward or weird, I didn’t feel shy playing with my new folds or my heavy breasts. I only felt excited to explore myself, tease my new body, and tweak my nipples in just the right way.
I decided to fantasize a bit to see how I felt about n and won. I pictured a busty woman with heavy makeup, I pictured a sporty girl with small perky tits, I pictured a muscular man with a charming smile, I pictured an effeminate guy with an androgynous face. Not a single image slowed down, and I ca hard on the blankets.
I slipped my fingers in my mouth and tasted my own juices, it was a tangy flavor that I thought tasted amazing. …Perhaps I’m biased. I seem to pretty bisexual, I can’t really recall what partners I had when I was a man but it seed a little irrelevant to now. I’m not sure if I was transported here and transford, if I’m soone else with implanted mories from earth, if I was just born and have mories from a past life, or if I’m sothing else entirely.
All I know right now is that this afterglow feels really good.
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