In the blink of an eye, Katie's family had vanished, leaving her alone and naked in a white void. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. "Mom? Dad? Ben?" she screamed, her voice echoing eerily in the emptiness. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation, as if she was being tugged in every direction at once. Her muscles began to burn like she'd just run a marathon, and she looked down to see her body changing.
Her breasts were growing, swelling before her eyes, the pain subsiding into a strange pleasure that made her knees wobble. Her waist tightened, and her hips widened, forming into a voluptuous hourglass shape that she never knew could exist on her young frame. The sensation grew more intense as she felt her clit thicken and elongate, poking out from her pussy like a tiny penis.
"What's happening to me?" she whispered to the void, but the only answer was the sound of her breathing and the distant echo of her voice.
Her skin began to itch and tingle as a warmth spread from her chest to the tips of her fingers and toes. Looking down, she saw pink scales emerging, starting at her nipples and spreading rapidly down her torso. They grew denser around her pelvis, framing the new organ between her legs that grew more insistent with each pulse of energy. The feeling was foreign yet exhilarating, sending shocks of pleasure through her core with every twitch of her new arousal.
Katie stumbled, her legs feeling unsteady as she grew taller and stronger. She watched in awe as red scales grew over her skin, her body morphing into something powerful and unrecognizable. Her legs grew longer, her feet broader, until she had to balance on four clawed toes instead of five. Her shoulders widened, and her back arched as her rib cage expanded to accommodate new lungs. The pain was intense, but it was also thrilling, like every nerve in her body had come alive.
Her hair grew out, thick and wild, a deep crimson that matched the scales on her body. The pink scales spread across her front, forming a pattern that highlighted the curves of her new form. Her nose grew into a snout, and she felt fangs pushing through her gums, making her mouth feel unfamiliar and powerful. Her eyes grew wider, the pupils dilating into slits that allowed her to see everything with a predator's gaze.
Katie stumbled back, her legs shaking as she grew, her torso expanding into a muscular V-shape. The scales grew denser over her chest, and she felt a strange pressure as her new form began to emerge. She looked down and watched, horrified and fascinated, as her new breasts receded, melting into her chest. The skin tightened, and in their place grew firm, scaled pecs that tapered into a powerful torso. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, a mix of fear and excitement that left her breathless.
Her hands grew longer, the nails sharpening into deadly claws. Her feet followed suit, now resembling the paws of a creature from her favorite fantasy books. The scales grew up her arms and legs, a deep red that stood out starkly against the pink of her chest. Katie felt her shoulders broaden, her spine stretch and reshape, as if her body was rearranging itself to accommodate her new form. A tail grew from her lower back, the scales on it a mix of red and black, ending in a gold diamond tip. Her eyes widened with every new sensation, her mind racing to comprehend the transformation.
The pressure between her legs grew unbearable. With a gasp, she reached down to touch the bulge that had formed there. Her hand met warm, pliant flesh, and she felt the beginnings of a cock, growing longer and thicker by the second. It was a shocking, alien sensation, yet it sent waves of pleasure through her that she couldn’t resist. She stroked the shaft lightly, feeling the spikes that had appeared along its sides, her eyes closing in rapture.
Her new member was a deep pink, the same color as the scales on her chest, and it grew rapidly, stretching to an impressive length that made her gulp. It was twice as thick as she thought possible, veins pulsing visibly along its length. Her testicles grew with a heavy, needy feeling that made her knees buckle. They hung low, swollen and sensitive, demanding her attention.
Kaytum's eyes snapped open, the irises now a brilliant emerald against black backgrounds. His cock was massive, standing proud and thick, with a spear-like tip that gleamed with a pre-cum that smelled faintly of cinnamon. His sack was large and tight, the skin smooth and velvety. The spikes along the base of his shaft were a darker red, and he couldn't resist tracing his fingers over them, feeling the power thrumming through his body.
He touched it tentatively at first, marveling at the sensitivity. Each stroke sent pleasure through his body, making his tail twitch and his scales shiver. The feeling grew more intense, and soon he was pumping it with both hands, watching in amazement as it grew even larger, the spikes pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His cock was a work of art, a testament to his new form's power and virility. He felt a strange hunger, an overwhelming need to claim something, to conquer, to possess. It was a primal urge he hadn't felt before, but it resonated within him like a deep, resonant bell.
As he stroked himself, he felt a tingling along his spine, and with a gasp, two new limbs burst from his back. They were muscular and powerful, covered in the same red scales as his chest, and between the "fingers" of these new limbs was a durable, webbed membrane. He flexed them experimentally, feeling the power in his shoulders and the new strength that surged through him. The sensations grew even more intense as gold markings began to emerge on his feet and shoulders, highlighting his growing power.
Kaytum's cock was now fully revealed, a towering monument to his new masculinity. It had to be at least four feet long, with a thickness that could easily match the girth of a soda can. The spikes along the sides grew sharper, glinting in the non-existent light of the void. His balls were like two overripe melons, swollen with a need that was almost painful in its intensity. The scales on his scrotum were a deep black, the same color as the stripes that ran down his arms and legs. The skin was stretched taut, leaving his new cock and balls completely bare to the air.
As he stroked himself, the pleasure grew into something almost unbearable. He could feel his wings growing in, pushing through the skin on his back. They were massive, the membranes a deep, shimmering black that matched his scales perfectly. Each beat sent a wave of power through his body, and he felt himself rising off the ground, the wind of his own making swirling around him. He could feel the muscles in his back and shoulders straining, growing stronger with every passing moment. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was all he could do to keep from cumming right then and there.
The spikes on his cock grew longer, the skin tightening around his shaft as he stroked faster. His new limbs flexed, the muscles rippling beneath the scales. He could feel his face changing, the bones shifting and reforming into something more fearsome. His nose and mouth grew into a snout, his teeth sharpening into fangs that made him feel like a predator. His eyes grew wider, the pupils narrowing to slits that allowed him to see in the darkness of the void. The horns that had pushed through his skull grew longer, curving back towards his shoulders, their golden tips gleaming.
With a roar that echoed through the emptiness, Kaytum felt his body surge with power. His cock grew even larger, the spikes pulsing in time with his racing heart. His thighs grew thicker, the muscles bulging and shifting beneath the scales. His feet elongated into clawed toes that could crush boulders. His chest expanded, the scales stretching to accommodate the new growth. The gold plating grew more intricate, covering his shoulders and chest, leaving only a patch of bare, sensitive skin over his heart.
The pleasure grew, a fiery heat that filled every inch of his new form. His hips bucked, his cock jerking in his grip as he stroked faster. The scales on his body tightened, his skin stretching to the limits of its elasticity. His spine arched, and his neck elongated, his muzzle pushing outwards. He was a creature of myth and legend now, a being of power and desire. The need to climax was a beast within him, demanding release.
Once he grew to thirteen feet, the changes in his body were complete. He looked down at his monstrous cock, now a deep shade of pink, the spikes standing out starkly against the red scales that covered the rest of him. It reached his chest, thick and heavy, begging for attention. His balls had grown four feet in diameter, a testament to his newfound virility. They were nestled in a sack of skin that was surprisingly comfortable, despite their massive size.
Kaytum took a step forward, testing his new body. His legs were sturdy and powerful, with muscles beneath his scales as he moved. He was shocked to find that despite the size of his cock and balls, he was not hindered in any way. The weight of them swung with his movements, giving him a sense of power and confidence that was utterly foreign to his former self. He felt a strange, primal grace that belied his intimidating size.
He looked around the void, searching for his family. The absence of his parents and brother left him feeling vulnerable and lost in this alien form. But as he searched, his mind began to change, filling with thoughts of power and dominance that were not his own. The urge to claim and conquer grew stronger, pushing aside his human worries. He then saw a multi-colored hole high in the air, and his instincts told him that was where he needed to go.
With a powerful flap of his wings, he launched himself towards the portal. The wind rushing past him felt exhilarating, his new senses heightened to a degree that made every sensation overwhelming. As he flew, he felt his body adapting to the new form, his muscles and wings working in perfect harmony. His cock, still rock hard, swayed with the motion, the spikes dragging against his stomach, leaving a trail of sticky precum.
The multicolored hole grew closer, and with each beat of his wings, the anticipation grew. He could feel his new body yearning for something more, something beyond the mere pleasure of his transformation. It was a hunger that went deeper, a need to explore and conquer this new world. The colors swirled before him, a kaleidoscope of possibility that beckoned with a siren's call.
Once he flew threw the hole, the void shifted to show another member of the family. Ben fell through the void, his eyes wide with wonder as he saw himself landing on a cloud. His body felt different, lighter, and more agile.
The transformation was as dramatic as Katie's, but distinctly feminine. Ben looked down and saw his chest swell, filling out into luscious breasts that felt softer than any pillows he'd ever lain his head on. His skin was now a smooth, sun-kissed hue, and his hair had grown into a cascade of blonde waves that framed a face that was both his and Mandy's. His nose had become more defined, his cheeks a bit fuller, and his eyes had changed to a warm hazel that sparkled with curiosity.
Her new body was slender yet curved in all the right places, with an hourglass figure that made her feel like a woman. Ben's voice had taken on a melodious tone, unmistakably feminine and filled with a gentle authority that made him feel like he could charm the stars from the sky. His hands had become dainty, yet surprisingly strong, with nails that were now long and painted a shimmering shade of pink. The feeling of his new breasts was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but cup them in amazement, feeling the firmness of the flesh beneath his palms and the sensitive peaks of his nipples.
The sensation grew as the lower half of his body began to shift. His legs stretched and reshaped themselves into powerful, muscular equine limbs that ended in gleaming black hooves. His torso elongated, and the hole between his legs grew wider, perfectly accommodating the missing horse parts. The sensation was indescribable as his pelvis widened and his hips realigned. He watched in awe and bewilderment as fur began to sprout from his skin, covering his thighs and lower body. The feeling of it tickling his skin was oddly comforting, and he found himself wiggling his hips, enjoying the sensation of the fur brushing against his new body.
As his transformation continued, Ben felt something strange and wet form between his legs. He reached down with his new, dainty hands to explore the alien landscape of his own body. To his astonishment, a slit had appeared, surrounded by soft, velvety flesh. It was his new pussy, a place where he had never known pleasure before, now begging to be touched. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt as a boy, a mix of vulnerability and excitement that sent shivers down his spine.
Ben's curiosity overwhelmed him, and he tentatively slid a finger into the warm, wet cavern. He gasped as his digit encountered something that felt like a tiny, pulsing heart deep within. His pussy clamped down around his finger, the walls contracting and releasing in a rhythm that echoed the beat of his own heart. He had no idea how to control this new part of himself, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own.
With each stroke, the pleasure grew more intense. The walls of his pussy fluttered, and he could feel a warm, wetness building up. His clit had become a tiny pearl of sensation that begged to be touched. He tentatively rubbed it, and the feeling was like a lightning bolt to his core. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he let out a moan that was a mix of fear and pleasure.
The pressure grew, and Ben could feel his new body preparing for something he had never experienced. His pussy tightened around his fingers, and a strange, tingling sensation began to build deep within him. It was as if every nerve in his body was focused on that spot, eagerly awaiting the climax approaching like a freight train.
With a cry that was a mix of Mandy's sweet voice and his own, Ben felt his body convulse. The walls of his pussy clamped down hard on his hand, and a wave of pleasure washed over him. It was a feeling of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that seemed to last an eternity. His body arched, his back bending in a graceful bow as he came for the first time as a girl.
The orgasm was unlike anything he had ever felt as a boy. It was a symphony of sensation that seemed to resonate through every inch of his new form. He could feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten, his toes curling in their new hooves, his tail swishing back and forth with every pulse of pleasure. The world around him swam in a sea of colors, the void's darkness giving way to a kaleidoscope of light that matched the intensity of his climax.
As the pleasure subsided, Mandy looked around, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She saw a set of mirrors floating nearby, reflecting her new form. The sight was both alien and exhilarating, and she couldn't help but admire the beauty she had become. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes had turned a deep shade of brown that held a hint of the wisdom that Mandy had always possessed.
Her new body was a blend of human and horse, a creature of myth come to life. The muscles in her equine legs rippled as she tested her balance, her hoofs flexing on the invisible ground beneath her. Her tail swished, and she felt a thrill run through her as it brushed against her sensitive new pussy. The mirrors showed her the curves of her human torso, the swell of her breasts, and the powerful lines of her horse's body, all blending in a way that seemed so natural, so right.
The multi-colored portal grew in the reflection, the swirling colors beckoning her closer. She took a tentative step towards it, and the ground beneath her paws felt firm. The closer she got, the more the colors grew, swirling and pulsing with an energy that made her heart race. Her nostrils flared, and she could almost smell the scents of the world beyond the mirror.
With a final, decisive stride, Mandy leaped into the portal. The colors washed over her, and she felt her body stretch and twist in ways she had never imagined possible. Her human and equine parts blended seamlessly, and she could feel the power of the transformation coalescing into something new and unfamiliar. The pressure grew until she felt like she would burst, and then with a final, explosive release, she emerged on the other side.
While this happened, Harold landed in a pitch black void with a full moon hanging low in the sky. The second he looked at it, his body began to shift, his muscles bulging and his bones crackling as his human form morphed into something powerful and feral. Fur grew rapidly over his body, a deep, rich black that seemed to absorb the light around him. His eyes turned a piercing yellow, and his nose and mouth elongated into a snout filled with sharp, gleaming teeth. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the exhilaration of the change.
He felt his spine extend, and his shoulders broaden as his legs grew longer and more muscular. His hands and feet transformed into powerful paws, tipped with claws that could tear through steel. His cock, already thick and pulsing with excitement, grew even larger, a sheath forming around it as his balls swelled with the need to claim his territory. The fur on his body grew thicker, forming a mane in the nonexistent breeze, and his ears perked up, attuned to every sound in the void.
The urge to howl at the moon was overwhelming, and as the sound left his throat, he felt his body complete its metamorphosis. His name, his essence, changed to Hiro, a creature of the night, a werewolf in the prime of his life. The void around him was no longer terrifying but a playground, a place to unleash the beast within. His newfound agility was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the urge to test his new body. With a bound, he leaped into the air, his paws barely touching the invisible ground as he sprinted towards the multicolored hole that had opened before him.
As he approached, the smell of his family grew stronger, and he knew they were somewhere beyond the portal. Hiro's instincts, now honed by his transformation, told him that this was where he needed to go. The colors grew brighter, the sounds of his siblings' transformations echoing through the void. The anticipation of seeing them again, of discovering what they had become, fueled his excitement.
With a final leap, he entered the portal, the void shifted one last time to reveal the mother of the family. Sarah Jacobson. She looked around the void, confused. Then she felt something happen to her breasts. They vanished, leaving behind a chest that felt empty. She then felt her chest expand and push out. Scales began to cover her nose, and a snout began to form. Her eyes turned to pure yellow with slit pupils. Her body grew taller and bulkier with each passing moment, muscles rippling and bulging as she grew. Her neck thickened, and she felt the beginnings of something she had never had before, a set of gills.
The transformation was painful yet exhilarating. She felt her body stretch and change in ways she never thought possible. Her legs grew longer, her skin turned grey with dark grey stripes. His front gained a light grey tone from her lower jaw to between her legs. Her shoulders broadened, and she felt a weight on her back. Opening her eyes, she saw a massive tail swishing from side to side.
"What... what's happening to me?" she whispered, but her voice was no longer the soft, feminine tone she was used to. It was deeper, more powerful, and echoed through the void like the rumble of distant thunder. The sound of it sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized that she was no longer the Sarah she knew. The mirrors showed her a creature that resembled a cross between a human and a mythical beast, a Kaiju that stood tall and proud.
Her mind raced with questions and fears, but the pleasure that came with each new sensation washed them away. Her pussy quivered and spasmed as she felt her inner walls stretch and pulse. It was as if she was being filled by something more than just her fingers. Her clit grew out, mutating into a cock with a sharp, blue spear-like tip. It was so large, easily three feet in length, and the girth was astonishing, as thick as a baseball bat. Her testicles had grown to the size of grapefruits, a deep grey that matched the rest of her new body. A knot had formed at the base, a feature she had only read about in the fantasy books she had secretly enjoyed.
Her voice was now a deep, resonant growl, and she heard herself let out a roar of pleasure as she felt the first drops of cum leak from the tip of her cock. "Who... what am I?" she wondered aloud, her new voice echoing through the void. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and excitement as she tried to process the changes happening to her body. Her mind was a tapestry of memories from her life as Sarah and the instincts of the creature she had become. The name 'Stormwing' floated to the surface of her consciousness, a name that seemed to fit the beast she now saw reflected in the mirror.
Her cock twitched again, and she felt a warmth spread through her body that was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She reached down with her now-clawed hands and gripped the shaft, feeling the ridges and veins pulse with power beneath her touch. She stroked herself gently at first, exploring the new sensations, and as she did, her body grew even stronger. The scales on her chest grew larger and more pronounced, and the muscles beneath them bulged with each movement.
Stormwing's mind raced with thoughts of what he could do with this new form. The idea of dominating, of taking control, was intoxicating. His hand moved faster, his grip tightening as he felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building within him. The pleasure was intense, a burning desire that grew with every stroke.
"I need to cum," he thought, his voice now a deep, gravelly rumble that echoed through his massive chest. "This feeling is too much to handle."
Stormwing's hand flew up and down his cock, the scales on his palm adding a new dimension of sensation to his masturbation. His breathing grew heavier, his chest heaving with each inhale. The blue-tipped spikes along his neck and spine began to throb in time with his strokes, and he felt his hair fall out in clumps, replaced by more of the same spikes that adorned his new body. They grew longer and denser, a testament to his growing power.
"I can't hold back much longer," he growled to the void, his new voice reverberating. Stormwing's hand moved in a frenzied blur as he pumped his massive cock, the anticipation of release building to a crescendo. His gills flapped with each ragged breath, the cool air of the void sending shivers down his spine. The blue-tipped spikes on his neck stood tall, vibrating with the intensity of his arousal.
His eyes narrowed with pleasure as he watched the mirrors reflect his transformed body. The sight of his new, powerful form was a potent aphrodisiac, and he couldn't believe that he had once been a simple, middle-aged woman. The muscles of his chest tightened and released as he worked his cock, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. His thoughts swirled with images of his new life as a Kaiju, of the strength and dominance that lay within him.
"Oh, yes," Stormwing thought, his voice a deep, rumbling growl that seemed to resonate in the air around him. "This is what it means to be alive!"
The feeling of his cock in his hand was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had been amplified, and each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through him like a tidal wave. He could feel his cum building up, the pressure growing with every passing moment. He knew that when he came, it would be like nothing he had ever felt before.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the void, Stormwing climaxed. The first shot of cum arced through the air, leaving a trail of blue fire behind it. The intensity of his orgasm was matched only by the power of his transformation. As the thick, ropy semen shot out, so too did spikes begin to push through his skin from the undersides of his eye sockets and back until they met the rest, a few even dotted the back of his muzzle.
Stormwing's eyes rolled back in his head as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He could feel his cock pulsing, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the void, each one leaving a trail of sparkling blue light. His legs trembled with the effort of supporting his massive body, but the feeling of his new muscles contracting only served to add to his pleasure.
As the last drops of cum left him, the intensity of his orgasm began to wane. He took a deep, shuddering breath and looked down at his cock, still quivering from the powerful release. His eyes widened with amazement as he watched the blue-tipped spikes that had erupted from his neck spread out across his back, forming a majestic crest that matched the ones on his neck. He felt a sense of awe and power, his new body a testament to the strength and vitality that surged through him.
With each deep, calming breath, Stormwing felt his body adjusting to its new form. The spikes on his back grew longer and more defined, and as they did, a row of black spikes with blue membranes began to sprout from his tail. He watched in amazement as his tail grew to be almost as long as he was tall, the membranes stretching and fluttering in the non-existent breeze of the void. The pleasure of his transformation had subsided, but the sight of his new body was a constant source of wonder.
His forearms and calves had become sleek and powerful, covered in the same black scales that adorned the rest of his limbs. The spikes along his spine grew more pronounced, standing tall like the spines of a stegosaurus, reaching almost to the tip of his tail. The stripes on his arms and legs rippled as he stretched, feeling the newfound power and grace of his form. His feet, now clawed and strong, flexed as if eager to explore the world they now belonged to.
Stormwing's eyes fell upon a peculiar object in the distance—a height measure, floating, sticking out of the nothingness like a beacon. He stumbled closer, his new, powerful legs moving with surprising grace. The digits etched into the scale grew larger and larger until he was standing right beside it. He placed his hand at the base of the pole and stretched upward. His fingers brushed the 70-foot mark, and a smug smile spread across his snout.
"So, this is what it feels like to be a giant," he murmured, his new, deep voice rumbling through his massive chest. The sound was a mix of wonder and arrogance, a reflection of the power that surged through his veins. He flexed his arms, the muscles beneath his scales rippling like waves in a stormy sea.
Looking down he smiled as he realized his cock was now 11 feet long, thick as a tree trunk and the balls had grown to the size of refrigerators. "This is insane," he chuckled to himself, his voice resonating in a deep, powerful tone that seemed to echo in the void. He stroked his shaft again, feeling the electric thrill of his newfound masculinity.
Thoughts of his family filled his mind. Where were they? What had happened to them? The last thing he remembered was the feeling of falling through the void. His transformation was so intense, like nothing he had ever imagined. He hoped they were okay, that they had also found their new forms and were embracing them as he had. The thought of them, lost and alone, brought a sense of urgency to his new existence. He had to find them.
The multi-colored portal beckoned him. It was as if it had been waiting for him to notice it. The swirling colors looked like a painting come to life, the edges pulsing and shimmering with an unearthly glow. The anticipation was palpable, like the moment before a storm breaks. He knew he had to go through it. It was the only way to find out what lay beyond, to find the answers he sought, and hopefully, to find his family.
Stormwing took a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill his new lungs. His gills flapped gently at his neck, a strange yet comforting sensation. With a fierce determination, he stepped forward, his massive paws thumping against the invisible ground. The portal grew larger with each step, until it was all he could see. He felt the tingling of his scales as he approached the threshold, his body humming with excitement and a hint of fear.
"Here goes nothing," he murmured, and with one final stroke of his cock, he stepped through the portal. The world around him blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, his vision swirling like paint in water. His body stretched and contorted, the sensation of transformation still fresh. When the world came back into focus, he found himself in a lush, verdant jungle, the air thick with the scent of life.
The ground beneath his paws was firm and solid, a stark contrast to the void. He took a moment to revel in the feeling, then his eyes widened in amazement. There, standing in the clearing before him, were his husband and children, but they were no longer the people he knew. They had transformed just as he had. Katie was a powerful dragon with gold-tipped horns, Ben was a sleek, agile horse-girl, and Harold was a towering werewolf with piercing yellow eyes.
"You've all... changed," Stormwing said, his voice a mix of awe and trepidation.
Hiro, the former Harold, stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lupine muzzle. "Welcome to the new us," he said, his voice a gruff rumble. "We're not just myths and legends anymore."
Mandy, the transformed Ben, giggled from where she lay at the base of a giant fern. "You look so... big," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Stormwing couldn't help but chuckle. Despite their new forms, they were still a family, even if their personalities and ages had changed. "What do we do now?" he asked, looking around the alien landscape.
Hiro, the werewolf, stepped closer, his tail wagging. "We explore," he said with a grin. "This place is full of wonders we could never have imagined."
Mandy looked up from her grazing, her human top half shimmering in the dappled light of the jungle. "Yeah," she said, her voice high and sweet. "I want to see what we can do!"
Kaytum, the red-scaled dragon, spread his wings, the gold-tipped scales glinting in the light. "I can fly," he said, a hint of excitement in his new, deeper voice. "We can go anywhere!"
The trio looked at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. They had been thrust into a new world, a new reality, and they were going to make the most of it. They had to find their place in this world of myth and legend.