Amandas Muddy Transformation

Amanda along the hard dirt track, ignoring the heat and the sun beating down on her. It was hot for before noon and the sun was strong.

Dust had long since caked the tops of once white trainers and splatters of blackish grey mud dappled them and her white ankle socks. She sighed as she stopped, trying to orient herself in this part of the extended family's multi-acre property, as the trail split off into three directions. It had been years since she had been back. There were a lot of bittersweet memories. Everyone was amazed that she had wanted the place to herself for a few days since she had never asked in all the years since her grandparents had left it in a trust to all of their grandchildren. Given what she had been through in the previous few years and coming out of a bit of a dark patch everyone was certainly eager to give her some space and time and give her a weekend. She had bolted upright at 3am and realized what she wanted, no, needed to do on her first day.

The breeze rustled through the trees and caused the grasses to ripple. Watching the ripples she suddenly remembered which track she wanted to take. The breeze also made her quite aware of how much she reeked from sweat. Her white tee was soaked almost to translucent under the arms, under her breasts over her stomach and just plastered to her back under her small black pack with her water. The back of her shirt was so soaked that the sweat was trickling down her spine and into the crack of her ass, soaking into the back of her panties. Each drop triggering a shiver as she stood there, the sensation something that she was finding, interesting and not at all unpleasant.

Taking a deep breath was she struck off down the right trail that wasn't as hard packed as the first part she had walked down. Not more than a couple of dozen steps it was just a grassy track between the trees. Several steps further and she felt her shoe squelch in the grass and sink into oily black sludge mud. She smiled. Not slowing her pace she continued along, stumbling but never falling, her shoes losing their whiteness bit by bit, the socks slowly becoming grey and spatters reaching up her toned calves up towards her knees.

After a half hour of trudging along the trail, her clothes practically sopping with sweat from the extra efforts it took to trudge her way through the swampy grass, she stopped to pull a water bottle from her small backpack and take a long drink, sinking slightly in the muck under the grass.

Her mind was focused and clear in a way that it hadn't been for a long time as she listened to the birds, the squirrels and other small animals of this small patch of brush. It was still early enough in the season the mosquitos weren't bad, though she hadn't really been one to be harassed like them unlike her cousins who seemed to pull every mosquito within a mile to them the moment they stepped out.

Her memories from when she was last here when she was younger were at odds with the now and she just let herself be grounded and just let herself experience the moment fully. Putting her water back she caught another whiff of herself and chuckled, "I think I'm going to keep most animals away from me smelling like this!", before securing her backpack and forging ahead, the trail becoming sloppier and, in places, deeper and eager to swallow her up to her shin if she went to far to one side or the other. The sludge clung to her and made her legs look like she was wearing black boots half way up her shins to her knees by the time she reached her destination.

The sound of frogs and insects rang out from the large clearing in front of her. The rains in the past decade were way less than when she was a kid and filled this area with a sizable pond fed by creeks and streams. Now it was a bit of a sloppy marsh. There were a lot of people upset that the pond was gone, but when she had heard the other family members talking about it, she realized it was where she wanted to be. She needed to be. The tug was deep inside her guts.

Securing her backpack on a large branch she began walking slowly towards the center of the space around her, breathing in the thick heavy stench of mud and rotting vegetation. Her senses were on overdrive as she saw birds flitting in the trees at the edge, hearing very sound around her, feeling the cold muck as she took steps that sunk her deeper and deeper to her knees.

"Good enough.", she said to no one in particular, not even herself.

Breathing in through her nose deeply, holding it as deep in her belly as she could, her chest stuck out, she breathed out through her mouth. Repeating it four more times before finally saying "I don't fucking care any more." and letting herself fall face forward into the grass and muck. She couldn't completely prevent herself from arching her back as she fell so she went in more hands and chest first than face but she was greeted with the soft embrace gooey muck crust before breaking through the cold black slurry underneath.

She felt it soaking into her clothes. They were going to be completely ruined and she realized how little she cared. She was free. She wasn't concerned with her things any more. She wasn't concerned about how she smelled or how she looked. Those thoughts crossing her mind and she began to rub her face around in the sludge like a pig rooting in its sty. She grunted involuntarily as she brought her face back out and began to rise up on her knees, and sinking down into the muck. She could feel the heat and moisture between her legs, she was actually feeling an ache she hadn't felt for years.

Reaching down she grabbed handfuls of the black, oily, stinking muck, and smeared it around her face and down her neck with one hand and through her chestnut brown hair, undoing her clip keeping it in a ponytail in the process. "I am free, I am beyond my egoic self.", she said several times as she continued to smear herself with the black muck.

"I am in this moment, this wonderful, this disgusting, this freeing and this base moment."

Rubbing mud into her breasts she let herself fall backwards into barely churned up patch behind her. Rolling and wiggling she felt the gooey clayish layer on top give and the cold rush of the back muck against her back and flooding into the back of her shorts. The shock of it caused her to pee a bit and she froze but forced herself to take a deep breath.

"I am in this moment. I will just surrender to the experience of this moment.", she said to herself twice before scooping up more mud to slather over her chest and up under her shirt to completely coat her breasts. As she pulled and squeezed her muddy nipples she muttered "I surrender to this moment.", and relaxed and slowly at first, but then in a gush pissed herself in the mud. The warmth was in sharp contrast to the mud and she felt even more soaked than just the mud would allow. Reaching down between her legs she started to scoop the rapidly cooling mixture up and slathered it up her thighs before pausing and considering for a second.

Sitting up she dug both hands into that patch of the mud and slathered it all over her face and hair, as thick as she could make it. All the while she felt herself flushed under her coating of filth and shifting her hips slightly was enough to make her finally orgasm there in the mud without evening having touched herself.

Tears were coming out of the corner of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She squeezed them shut as her hands dug into the mud, squeezing the ooze, driving it under her fingernails as her body trembled and squelched with each small movement. Later, when she would remember this moment, she always saw it as if out of her body. Rising up onto her knees, how efficiently her hands undid the shorts and pulled them down. How she had grabbed a big handful of mud with one of them and pulled open the front of her stained white panties soaked with mud, piss and her juices and dumped the mud in. The sensation of it on her swollen pussy lips and her clit made her jolt forward. The hand that delivered the mud slid downwards, past the waistband. Doing so meant that her muddy fingers brushed against her pussy, and it was enough to trigger her to emit a low, loud moan as she squirted for the first time in her life. As she did the hand went in and she rubbed herself hard and fast through the orgasm until she was a juddering, jelly-limbed wreck panting like an animal in heat.

She moved to all fours and began to rub her face around in this new puddle of her filth mixed with the mud, shorts around her knees, ass up in the air. Sludge oozed down her thighs from her soaked, stained and stretched panties. Being in these ruined clothes was doing more for her than she realized being naked would do. They were being ruined, she was being ruined and it was something she never dreamed possible as she dripped with smelly muck. Soon though there was a shaking in her arms and thighs and she landed with a squelch in the churned up muck, her tits driving in deep, the sludge greedily enveloping her right cheek as she slowly made a front facing mud angel. As she brought her thighs together she shivered from what she was feeling as her crotch started pumping and grinding against the mud. Sodden fabric rubbing against her and sending a small organism rippling through her body.

Caked from head to toe in the smelly black sludge she was a creature of the swamp, panting, just a beast in her moment. Getting up, getting clean and getting back were the last thing on her mind as a hand slithered under her belly and inside her underwear to begin stroking herself again. Inside she was warm and inside her mind she hugged the disgustingly filthy naked aspect of herself tightly and ruined her best clothes, makeup and hair before sliding her body and face down through the mess. Pressing her face hard against the muddy pussy of this aspect of herself she kissed it. She kissed it passionately and as the scene played out in her mind as she climaxed again in the muck whispering "Thank you." between grunts of pleasure.