The sun was setting fast and it would soon be night. Sherman was getting cold and scared, she was lost and nearly naked in a jungle that she believed held magical powers. Sherman began frantically searching for shelter as the thought of spending the night alone in the jungle scared her.
After stumbling through some thick jungle vines Sherman found an entrance to a small cave. She was apprehensive about entertaining the dark cave as her mind raced with all sorts of scary and dangerous things that could be lurking within, but after a few minutes she decided to step inside. To Sherman’s amazement the cave was not empty, inside were old crates and furniture crafted out of bamboo. The place was old, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. It was obvious that no one had been here in a very long time, and judging by the looks of the place Sherman thought it dated back to the golden age of piracy.
Sherman’s curiosity grew the longer she stayed in the cave. Who made this? Did they get off the Island? Sherman had been going through several crates looking for anything that might explain the magic she encountered, but she found nothing. Sherman was about to admit defeat when she saw a old leather book laying next to the stray bed. Sherman started reading the book which apparently was a journal of the previous occupant of this cave. But it was late and Sherman was fighting to keep her eyes open, and she needed some sleep after such an eventful day. Before she new it she had passed out on the stray bed.
The next morning Sherman woke up rested but very hungry. After finding nothing but spoiled food in the cave Sherman set out into the jungle to forage for something to eat. As she was searching for food Sherman eventually had to pee. She hadn’t gone since before the crash and now her bladder was at its limits. Sherman panicked as she didn’t want to piss outside like some sort of primitive, and she definitely didn’t want to be seen doing it either. Alas, there was no suitable place according to Sherman, but her bladder demanded release. “I’m alone in the jungle no one will see” Sherman reassured herself, as she squatted down next to a palm tree. At this point her bladder could no longer hold out and a torrent of piss was released. A huge wave of relief washed over Sherman, she didn’t realize how pent up she was until just that moment, but her fear from yesterday had distracted her. Sherman felt a little excitement from this experience, the kind of feeling reminiscent of when she had snuck off to go smoke a cigarette in high school.
Sherman’s piss puddle was growing ever larger as soon she found herself squatting in her own piss. At this revelation Sherman went back to being angry. “It is bad enough my feet are filthy from spending half of yesterday and all of today walking around barefoot, but now I’m standing in urine! My own urine!” Sherman shouted. “I need to clean myself up now.” Sherman got up and being looking for a place to bathe.
Surprisingly it didn’t take long for Sherman to find a little pond. She immediately stripped the little clothing she wore and dived into the water. The water was soothing on Sherman’s skin, she felt a soothing sensation all over and was glad to finally be clean. After soaking for an hour Sherman got out of the water. Sherman noticed immediately that her skin had changed. Her pale complexion was gone and her skin was now a beautiful bronze. “So that must have been the tingling I felt was.” She told herself as she cupped her massive melons. Sherman wanted to get a tan anyway and now she could have one always. Sherman liked this change. “Maybe this island magic isn’t so bad after all.” She thought.
Sherman decided to dry off in the sun. She laid her naked body on the sand, and closed her eyes. Sherman enjoyed feeling the sun’s rays hit her beautiful silky skin, any thoughts about being naked were far from her mind as she just enjoyed sunbathing. Soon Sherman fell asleep, and as she did her body began to change. Her blonde hair began to grow longer, silkier, fuller, and darker until it was midnight black and could rear down to her massive rear. Soon after Sherman began shrinking, she went from 5’11” down to 4’10” although the rest of her reminded the same size. Her already large breasts, ass, and thighs now looked even bigger on her smaller frame. Finally the soles of her feet grew thicker and a permanent layer of dirt appeared as if she had spent the entirety of her life barefoot. While she was changing Sherman was having a vivid wet dream.