You quickly turn around and head for a stall, hoping you'll make it
before the person sees you, your oversize genitals swinging between
your muscular thighs. But it's futile, the stranger already sees you
as you swing open the stall door.
"I knew I'd detected an anomaly at these coordinates!" a female voice
exclaims, satisfied. You turn to face its origin. Standing before you
is a rather unusual-looking woman - dressed in a tight-fitting black
outfit revealing the outline of her well-formed body, and wearing a
variety of curious straps, instruments, antennae, and other gear on
her back and sides. Her hair, red with a hint of purple, flows down
the back of her neck, ending just below her shoulders. If Runt hadn't
permanently modified your sexuality, you'd certainly be attracted to
her.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" you ask worriedly, fearing
that she's some sort of agent from the angels pursuing runt.
"Don't worry. I'm not here to harm you - just here to help," she
reassures you. "In recent years there's been a lot of trouble between
certain Hell-dwellers and the big shots up in Heaven. Sometimes
mortals get caught between. That's why I'm here."
"But what exactly are you, then?" you reply.
"I'll keep things simple - just think of me a fairy of some sort. My
name's Zoe, by the way. Look, we ought to get going. Hold my hand -
you'll be included in my cloaking device as we head back to my place."
You take hold of her extended hand, and the two of you head outside to
a park, then down a series of urban streets. You can tell no one sees
you - no one even looks in your direction - but you still feel rather
exposed. Eventually you reach Zoe's place, a small, spare apartment
number of blocks away.
"This is just a temporary base for me. Here, I'll get you some
clothes. Get dressed," she says, handing you pair of tan shorts, a
pair of stylish boxer briefs, and a light blue T-shirt. You head to
the bathroom to get dressed, where you take the opportunity to examine
yourself more closely.
Before you put your underwear on, you notice your skin. Like Runt,
your body, excepting the top of your head, is entirely hairless - and
your golden-brown skin is perfectly, immaculately smooth. It reminds
you of the patch of smooth skin you had on the top and sides of your
feet in your old body. It's almost pleasureful running your fingers
down your shapely, toned legs, passing over your developed calves,
before reaching your well-proportioned feet.
The only part of your body that seems significantly out of proportion,
in fact, seems to be your groin. You look at your penis - perfectly
shaped, a long, thick shaft spreading out into a pink, almost purple,
mushroom head, with just the right amount of veins visible beneath its
skin. Even it is quite tanned. However, you estimate it must be a
rather comical seven or eight inches long, flaccid. While you know
you're going to have a hard time wielding this rather impractical
thing, it provides you with a surge of masculinity - you'll have the
mostly-unconscious boost of confidence being, unquestionably, the
biggest man in the room.
Attached to your body just below your member are your voluminous
testicles. Your balls are also a somewhat unwieldy, about the size of
kiwis - maybe even a bit bigger. They almost seem to strain at your
scrotum, as if it was a bit too small to comfortably contain them.
You pull on your boxer briefs, which nicely emphasize your bulging
thighs. You have to carefully arrange your manhood to be comfortable -
first you try coiling it, sort of, then tucking it between your legs,
but eventually you settle for tucking it down the left side of your
underwear, poking out the end slightly.
Then you get your shorts on, admiring your narrow waist and six-pack
abs. You also realize you're quite well-endowed on your backside -
your remarkably muscular bubble butt is clearly evident through the
fabric of your shorts.
Next, you get your shirt on. Your torso balloons in width almost
cartoonishly as one moves up its imposing surface, but still looks
like an example of classical beauty. Your pecs are very sculpted,
stretching the fabric of your shirt, but don't protrude quite far
enough to make them look like ridiculous male breasts. Your biceps,
too, stretch your shirt - you flex and powerful heaps of muscle rise,
very impressive. Your neck is quite muscular, too, but doesn't look
brutish.
Lastly, you take a look at your face. Oh, what a talented sculptor
Runt must be! He really gave you quite a good-bye present with this
body - and your face! Handsome enough to melt the heart of any woman -
or, you guess, man - almost effortlessly. Your lips look really
kissable - your cheekbones are perfect - and you smile, revealing a
set of spotless teeth. Your eyes are wonderful, your irises a soothing
sky blue flecked with tiny bits of gold. They sparkle rambunctiously
as you gaze into them in the mirror.
Realizing even more now that you're a very fine specimen, you step out
of the bathroom to find out what exactly is going to happen next.
“So – let me guess. You’re here in Phoenix, Arizona, because of Runt.
Am I right?” Zoe asks.
“Yes,” you say. “He came to my apartment in new York for shelter, but
turned me into a Pegasus when he had to escape, and took me to the
next realm, and…well, long story short, he sent me back to Earth
before heading to the next level up.”
“You’re the third mortal in the past year he’s messed with,” she said,
shaking her head. “Although he left you in a better state than he did
the others – but I bet he gave you something else, too, besides that
good-looking body of yours.”
You blush.
“Yes, that Runt’s quite the trickster – he has no limits when it comes
to sex, being a type of sex demon, of course, but he’s always enjoyed
messing around with males,” Zoe adds. “Look, I have three options for
you.”
“First, I can turn you back to your old self. Undo all the effects of
magic, sorcery, and other supernatural forces performed on you within
the last week with this machine here. You can put all this behind
you.”
“Secondly, you can stay like this. I’ll give you an amulet of
familiarity to make your family think you’ve always been like this.
But it won’t work on friends or others. With either of these first
options, I’ll give you a way to stay in contact with me.”
“Lastly, I could take you along with me, if you want. I’m going to
find Runt. I’ve got a more efficient method of traveling between the
planes. He’s an old friend of mine, and I want to make sure he’s
okay…and not hurting anyone else. There really no rule against mortals
traveling to other realms, it’s just rare, because mortals have no way
of doing it themselves. And it’s dangerous…still, you can some, if you
want.”
You consider your options. You can go back to your old life - boring
but secure. You can stay in this body, one of the most beautiful
human beings alive, and forge a new life. Or you can turn to more
excitement and danger – the upper realms were rather fascinating.
“I guess I’ll have to go with…”