I always found that I had my most lucid dreams during Spring and Autumn, when the temperature was just right for snuggling up in the covers. Most of the time, when I was able to recall such a dream after waking, I could only piece together bits and pieces of what transpired. That was definitely not the case when it came to the events that changed my life forever and without warning. It all started with a dream that I could never forget. After all, how could I? I went to bed a fit, healthy young man living a pretty average life by most accounts. Most women described me as "cute". Not the sexiest descriptor for a man, but I wasn't doing terribly with my medium length light brown hair, a sharp jawline, and sinewy frame. Nobody today would put me and that description together. The dream changed everything.
The first thing I could recall was opening my eyes and seeing my bedroom, just as it had been when I laid down to sleep. I was lying flat on my back, with my head elevated just slightly from the pillow beneath it. I could glance around with my eyes, but couldn't seem to move any other part of my body. A sense of fear and foreboding came over me as I struggled to get some part of my body to respond even just a little. I had only had a handful of night terrors in my life (thankfully!), but I was coherent enough in that instance to realize what was going on, which helped assuage my helplessness. I figured if I could keep calm and focus on my breathing, I could ride it out in relatively little discomfort and return to a peaceful sleep. That was easier said than done.
Despite knowing that it was all in my head, the sense of dread that washed over me was accompanied by the feeling of an eerie, dark presence in the room. I became acutely aware that my eyes had been wide-eyed with the initial panic of the situation. They began to burn and tear up. I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, the darkness would consume me. Finally unable to hold them open any longer, I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared for death.
What I encountered instead was a complete change of scenery and ambiance. I had just closed my eyes, but found myself with eyes open again standing in a vast white space, undefined by walls or horizon. At least I assumed I was standing. Without the use of my limbs it was hard to say. I still wasn't able to move my body, but the permeating dread was dissolving with the change of scenery. My eyes kept searching for something to use as a point of reference. The room was so featureless that it was a bit disorienting. In fact, I hesitated in calling it a "room" at all. I could see no edges, no walls - not even a floor!
Now, before I had gone to bed that night, I must confess that I had spent a long time looking at a wide variety of porn. I liked to get myself really worked up without finishing for a length of time before finally deciding to pull the trigger and end my "session." On that particular night, I had gone a little overboard and spent something like three hours bouncing from image to video to erotic fiction to whatever caught my fancy. The resulting orgasm was incredible, but I had still gone to bed a bit unsatisfied. I craved alleviation for my self-induced anticipation. But at that point it was really late and I felt guilty for wasting so much time looking at questionable things and fantasizing about impossible scenarios.
Standing, or perhaps floating, in the white void had calmed my racing heart, as well as my breathing. I was beginning to feel soothed and warm. The effect was doubly so, coming right after such a state of terror. Calm took over with a great relief.
As my eyes struggled to find something to focus on, lewd images, animations, and short clips of video began flashing in front of me, taking up most of my available vision. There was no way to look away. Not that I wanted to.
At first, every image was something I had seen earlier that night. Every fetish I had looked up material for was represented in some way. Instead of making any attempt to avoid it, I just watched and took it in, letting the anticipation once again build. I couldn't estimate how long I hung motionless there watching this flood of sight and sound crash over me. It could have been a few seconds or half an hour. Perception of time distorts according to one's activity, and this was a dream besides.
A warm glow began very slowly enveloping my immobile body. It was a bit like rolling on ecstasy, but much slower, and across my entire body at once. I wanted to roll my eyes back and just feel this new sensation, but they were transfixed on the rush of enormous tits, unreal dicks, and figures with cartoonish proportions. The glow evolved into a slow and steady pulse, passing waves of electricity through my entire self. Instead of struggling to understand what was happening or trying to fight my lack of mobility, I let out a sigh to relax my entire body, letting my mind drift in time with the waves of warm tingles.
The images began to focus on women with natural breasts in the C and D range. Posing, squeezing, lifting, stroking, pinching, biting them. My breathing became shallower. It was as if I had been hypnotized by beautiful breasts. By the time I took notice, I had a pert set of C-cup breasts of my own hanging from my chest. Without being able to move my head, I could only see them from the bottom of my vision, and feel the pulse across their skin.
The flashes of images and clips shifted once again. This time toward curvy women with big, round booties. I hadn't noticed when my tits had started to appear, but this time I noticed a concentration of sensitivity emanating from my own ass. I could feel it expanding. It stretched ever so slowly wider and fuller, emulating the bubble-butts I was seeing. My thighs joined in, swelling thicker to match my new shape. My waist was drawn ever so slightly inward, creating what I assumed was a firm and very sexy hourglass.
Still images of large asses gave way to short clips of women having their puckered assholes covered in baby oil. Then having them fingered. Then fucked. Then fisted or pounded with large toys. As the intensity escalated, I could feel my asshole growing thicker and larger, spreading my new ass apart from the middle until the cheeks barely met at all. I imagined the slapping noise they would cause if I was getting reamed from behind. I relished the waves of ecstasy this brought me, as I thought about just how much I might be able to take up the ass.
The next set of images was calmer, bringing my heart rate and breathing back to normal levels. They recalled some of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on. There were images that I swore I hadn't seen as a teen, and had forgotten, being brought back quite vividly for me to gawk at once again. Pleasurable pins and needles covered my head and neck. My facial features were slowly shifting into an amalgamation of all the women I personally found to be incredibly attractive. My lips puffed up, jaw line softened, and my nose rounded off a bit, just to name a few of the changes that I could be sure of. I also noticed my hair was growing out quite fast. It stopped around my shoulder blades, where I felt it against my back. I watched some stray hairs in front of my face as their tint shifted to a sultry deep red.
As more and more changes pulsed through my body, a great feeling of need began to engulf me, starting at my crotch. Up until this point I was aware that I probably had a raging hard-on, but I was unable to see it past my new bust. Presently all of my attention not glued to the images was redirected toward my nether region. Some part of me expected my cock and balls to grow to ridiculous proportions, filled with loads of cum. I was a bit taken aback when instead I felt my scrotum retracting until it no longer seemed to hang between my now-thick thighs. This was followed by my shaft retreating inward a bit with each pulse. I couldn't see it happening, but the feeling was unmistakable and surreal. When just the head was left, the slit sealed up and the bare helmet fused with the patch of skin behind it. I was now sporting a stiff clitoris the size of my original cock head.
A gentle throb separate from the full body wave began quickly just below my clit, where my balls had once hung. Images of women rubbing their own swollen clits gave way to clips of hands fondling pussies which had just been pumped with a suction cup. They looked so obscene, yet undeniably sexy. The women all seemed to be enjoying their oversized mounds very much. Labia, swollen and taut, grew from the area where my balls used to hang. I could tell they were quite sensitive, because as they expanded in time with the throbbing they pressed outward against my unmoving thighs and caused extra ripples of pleasure to cascade through me. Even if I had been able to move, I don't think I could have by this point, because all the blood felt like it had retreated from my limbs, congregating at the newly-formed, grossly-enlarged pussy pushing out between my legs.
