Abby awoke in her dream. She hoped this wouldn't happen every time she slept. In front of her stood the purple-eyed woman. She wore a large smile, showing her bright white teeth, and her elongated fangs, and black lips.
The woman walked closer to Abby, "You've been busy, haven't you, my dear?" Abby didn't respond, and stood silently, hoping the encounter would pass quickly.
"You should know, you're exceeding my wildest expectations! First, you manage to pick one the sexiest forms any of my girls have ever selected. Then you feed more in two days than most girls feed in their first week. You're positively insatiable...or maybe just making up for all that repressed sexuality?"
The woman dragged her finger from Abby's chin, down to her neck and ending on her breastbone, pressing it firmly against Abby. "On top of all that, you've taken to your ability to shape shift as a fish takes to water! Truly, you are as special as I'd hoped you'd be!"
A mirror materialized in front of Abby. The purple-eyed woman waived her hand in front of it and the mirror began to display the scene that had just played out between Abby and Sarah, in particular the point where Abby's body began to shift to match Sarah's more base desires. Abby tried to close her eyes, but couldn't, some force compelling her to continue watching the erotic display of her and Sarah's fucking.
"Look at how naturally you adapt yourself to meet the desires of your partner! Like here, as you split your tongue! And growing your clit to the size of a cock?! Brilliant!"
Abby felt a mixture of shameful and pride watching the scene unfold, along with a healthy dose of arousal.
"Mmm, that's right, you should feel good. You're learning the skills you'll need to sustain yourself once you complete your transformation. We need to have a little talk before things get too much further along."
"What are you talking about?" asked Abby.
"You've almost fully transformed, and soon you'll arrive at the completion of your journey. You'll be as I was when I still had a body. Humans will be both your companions and your source of sustenance. Already, you're closer than you think. The further along this path you go, the more your abilities will develop. Don't be afraid to push yourself. The same energy that allows you to reshape your flesh can reshape your clothes, your jewelry, your lingerie..."
"That's all well and fine, since my old clothes are basically useless anyways" spat Abby, "but how am I supposed to get through work tomorrow? My body keeps changing, whether I want it to or not! I get near an attractive man, and it just, I don't know, it just goes!"
"Attractive person dear, not just men. You need to start thinking of yourself as you really are, not as you were. And to your concern, it's YOUR body, no one else is in control. Instruct it and it will obey. Think of it of like a dog you're training. It wants to make you happy, but it also has its own needs and instincts, and at its nature it's only concerned with feeding itself and fucking. Feed it, reward it, make sure you give it the attention it needs and it will learn to anticipate your needs and obey your wishes. Just remember to respect its instincts and its nature, you can't suppress them forever. They will come to the surface, and likely when you least want them to."
The purple-eyed woman caressed her hand along Abby's cheek. "You'll do fine tomorrow, but you'd make it even easier on yourself if you fed a bit more. Do that, practice controlling your body, and you might even have fun!"
The woman placed her palm against the gem buried in Abby's naval and Abby's vision filled with bright red light. "It's time for you to wake up now. Remember to work with your body, train it and reward it when you can. Life will be much easier if you do that."
Abby woke with the sun, the memory of her visitation lingering in the front of her mind. She was spooning Sarah from behind. Her alarm wouldn't go off for another hour. She usually clung to every second of pre-alarm sleep, but not today. She lay in bed with her mind racing. She could feel Sarah's breathing and the warmth of Sarah's skin under her fingertips. The memories of the prior night stirred in her mind. She'd done things with Sarah she had never imagined possible.
She knew she should feel some sense of guilt or shame for taking Sarah the way she had, but she simply didn't. The more she thought about it the more she felt happy it had happened. Maybe this whole ascension or transformation or whatever, wasn't the curse she'd been telling herself...after all, she'd never felt so close to Sarah, and as she thought about the form she'd taken on, and how that allowed her to more fully arouse and pleasure her friend, she couldn't find any trace of shame.
A faint smile started to emerge at the corners of her mouth as she let her mind wander. She closed her eyes, relaxed and started to focus her mind the way the purple haired woman had suggested. She could feel her body in a new way, could feel energy moving through it. It was almost like the feeling of water moving past her skin, but it was deeper.
Since her initial encounter with the gem, she'd not given herself the chance to really just experience what she was feeling. Abby rolled to her back, letting her mind empty. She felt new sensations from various parts of being. The most familiar was the hunger. It was very mild, and felt distant, but definitely not sated.
Past the hunger there was something else, though. It was like her body had certain urges she could faintly sense. Her breasts wanted to be squeezed, kneaded, and suckled. She let her hands wander to them, gently kneading them, cupping them and feeling their new size. She didn't feel a sense of arousal like she expected, but rather she felt contentment emanate from them. He breasts began to swell in her hands. She hadn't tried to make them grow, but as they inflated, she didn't resist. They continued to grow until they were far larger than anything natural. Her nipples had also extended, and increased in length and thickness. As her breasts
She shifted her attention to her legs. Thanks to her new flexibility, she was able to lift them straight up high into the air. She brought her knee close to her face. The flesh of her legs was without any visible pores or blemishes, perfectly smooth. Come to think of it, since her transition, she couldn't remember having sweated. Maybe she simply didn't have to anymore? The skin on her legs was the same as the rest of her body, almost like it was covered in a thin coating of makeup foundation, perfectly smooth and without blemishes. She looked at her feet and watched as her toenails changed color on their own, going from a natural pink to a bright, candy red, and finally settling into a dark metallic green.
She ran her hands along her legs, marveling in the smoothness of her skin. Even when she did shave her legs, rare as it was, they never felt as smooth as they did now. Abby felt an urge to stretch emanate from her thighs and calves. Her legs wanted to lengthen, she felt them pleading with her. She didn't fight it, and watched as they extended, growing 4" longer. Her ankles slimed, becoming almost unnaturally thin. Her legs liked this length, she felt their sense of contentment. Perhaps she'd let them stay this way for a while?
She stood and headed toward the bathroom to wash up and start preparing for the day. As she entered the bathroom she saw herself in the mirror and let out a small gasp! She still didn't recognize herself in this new body, made ever more strange by her extra height and comically large breasts. Her body hadn't reformed itself to the default form she'd started to become accustomed to. Her neck was at least 6" longer than it should have been. Her breasts were all but gone, only her nipples remained, and even they were tiny and flat. Her stomach was flat, and her abdomen was thinner and flatter than should have been possible.
After she got over the initial shock, she focused for a moment and her body reformed into what she thought of as her new normal shape. She was curious, just how malleable and flexible could she be? She grabbed her left index finger, and started bending it backward. She was able to bend it all the way back, until her fingernail was touching the back of her hand. She expected there to be pain, but there wasn't. "Whoa!" was all Abby could say.
"I wonder..." she said aloud. Sarah had tried repeatedly to get her to attend yoga with her. She'd gone a few times, but before her changes, it was a tiring and painful activity that she had no interest in. She stood from the bed, as she remembered a pose Sarah had told her about. She leaned forward and shifted into a standing forward fold pose. Not only did she assume the position without any discernable effort, she was able to go even further, wrapping her arms around her legs and holding the position with no effort. Her nipples pushed into her legs just above her knees and her stomach was pressing on her thighs. "What can't this body do?"
As she stood back up, she thought about what she'd been told, and her ability to change her clothes. "I wonder what my legs would look like in silk fishnets?" and before she even finished speaking, the changes began. Faint red wisps rolled over her the skin of her legs. Near the top of her thighs a black silk lace band formed, and from it a lace pattern grew toward her toes, like vines climbing down a wall. As it approached her ankles she felt her foot extend as though she were on her tip-toes. The lace vines hit her ankle and covered her foot, while a hard black heel extended down from the bottom of her heel, and the bottom of her foot seemed to grow a hard sole all the way to her toes. A set of straps oozed out of the hard bottom over the top of her foot forming a series of straps.
Abby marveled at what had just happened. She could feel a strong sense of accomplishment emanate from her legs and feet. She ran her hands over her skin, amazed that it felt exactly like a lace fishnet stocking would, at least she assumed as much, having never owned a pair. She could even grab the small threads and pull them away from her skin. She felt the garter top on her thighs, and was able to pull it down her leg, exactly like a real garter would. She imagined the fishnets as sheer silk, and immediately the material shifted to silk. Abby laughed quietly, amazed at what she'd just seen happen.
