Goddess' Grove
#29 of Shattered Shards
Goddess' Grove
By Von Krieger
Shawn shivered beneath the cover of his makeshift blanket, the torn fabric that had once been his boat's sail. Once again he tried to figure out what had happened, how he'd managed to start out his day drinking and fishing on his tiny fifteen-foot sailboat and end up with the bottom of the boat torn to hell, washing up on what was obviously a tropical coast.
He hadn't been anywhere near the ocean, for pity's sake. He'd been about as far as you could possibly get. The lake he'd set sail on didn't even have an outlet that you could take a boat through. There had been a sudden thunderstorm and a dense fog that had swept over the lake in an instant, and then next thing Shawn knew, halfway through his case of Budweisers, he'd heard the sound of the boat's hull smashing against solid rock. He'd fallen asleep, or been knocked unconscious somehow, since the sound had awoken him. The clouds remained, but the fog had cleared, allowing Shawn to get a look at the damage.
The boat had been beat to utter shit, the sail was ripped and torn, and there was a hole big enough to fit his head in. He most certainly wasn't going to be sailing his way out. Only after surveying the damage did he turn and look at the shore, finding it covered in palm trees. Looking back out onto the water it was certainly not the mucky lake he had expected, it stretched across the horizon without an end in sight.
He'd taken down the tattered sail, as it wasn't going to do him any good, and gone over his potential foodstuffs. Seven cans of beer, a few sticks of beef jerky, a bag of potato chips, and the three fish he'd managed to catch before the oddness started. The fish were still in their bucket, but he'd need to start a fire in order to safely cook them.
He'd been out looking for firewood when a downpour started, sending him running back to the boat to take shelter in the little cushioned cubby-hole in the front of the boat. He'd stripped out of his sodden clothes, and wrapped himself up in what remained of the sail, still as baffled and confused as before.
"God or whoever," he muttered under his breath as sleep began to overtake him, "I'll do whatever it takes to get out of here."
-o-
Shawn woke up with a start, a soft cry of pleasure escaping his lips, an incredible bolt of pleasure shot through him, his already erect cock erupting with several jets of seed, making a sticky mess of the former sail.
"Oh god dammit," he muttered to himself, coming fully awake. "Of all the fucking times to have a wet dream..." He couldn't even remember what the dream had been about, just vague sensations of softness and warmth. At least there was an ample supply of water to wash himself and his bedding off in.
Some minutes later he slipped into clothes that were still slightly damp, but thankfully the previous night's storm had been replaced with pleasantly sunny weather and warmth. He'd also kept some matches and an old gas lantern in the boat for when he wanted to fish at night, so he would be able to start a fire and cook his fish.
That, of course, meant going to find firewood. He pondered eating something before going out, but he had no idea if he was going to find a ready supply of fresh water, so the potato chips weren't a good idea, and the beef jerky still in its vacuum sealed individual servings would keep just about forever. His fish would not. But his biggest worry was going to be dehydration. What was the saying? Three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without oxygen? His beer was just about useless for hydration. As he headed into the wooded shore he found himself trying to figure out how to boil sea water and collect the vapor into normal water with just his fish bucket and beer cans.
After a good 45 minutes of collecting twigs and dried leaves, the best he had was to boil water in the bucket and had an unopened can above the vapor, possibly at an angle so it would drip down into an empty can. He had no idea if it would work, but it would at least be worth a try. He'd give it a shot once he had some food in him and collected a bit more wood. There was a nice deadfall not too far from where he had washed up. Shawn had decided he'd drag that down to the beach later. It wasn't a huge tree by any means, its trunk barely thicker than his wrist. For now he was content with an armful of twigs and dead leaves.
He took one last look around the small clearing for any more sticks, stopping by a rocky, vine-covered cliff face for a moment. He just about jumped as he felt a sudden warm breeze from behind him, almost like someone was breathing down his neck.
The young man spun around, wielding a stick as a makeshift weapon to strike the beast behind him. But rather than a creature, he found a few rays of light peeking out through the vines.
Shawn brushed them aside to find what looked very much like a doorway hewn from the rock. Stepping inside he found himself in something that looked more like a room cut from the stone than a tunnel. There were spaces cut in the rock to act as shelves, a slab of rock sticking from the wall that acted as a table, as well as a pair of rocks with smooth, flat tops to serve as chairs. Also cut from solid stone was a section that looked like it was meant to serve as a recessed bed, and what appeared to be a mix between a stove and a fireplace, with a gleaming silvery plate of metal atop it serving as the stove top.
There was a thick layer of leaf litter upon the ground, and most of the objects on the shelves, books, and scrolls from the looks of them, had succumbed to mold and mildew, leaving only a few scraps. One of the shelves revealed the source of the cave's carving; a hammer, chisel, pickaxe, and a hatchet all made of the same gleaming metal. It almost seemed to glow in the semi-darkness; oddly they showed no signs of wear or rust, untouched by the ravages of time. The cave hadn't been used in years, perhaps even centuries. Shawn was thankful for his luck, the little cave would provide a more comfortable shelter than his boat would, and it even had a place to build a fire. The cushions from the boat's cubby hole and the sail turned blanket would work just as well in the stone alcove.
The cave was quite the fortuitous find, and Shawn found himself curious as to what it had for a backyard, as another curtain of vines served to cover a second doorway, opposite the first.
The young man stepped out into what had likely once been a rather beautiful garden. Flagstones rested beneath his feet, covered with a thick coating of leaf litter. Some of the flowering plants, vines, and bushes had gone feral, overflowing their original places and claiming as much space as they could. But despite the rampant overgrowth beneath them, and on occasion upon them, the centerpieces of the garden still stood tall and proud. A number of tall, towering trees stood in evenly space rows, their leaves perfectly healthy, their branches sporting a number of fruits.
The shapes were familiar, but the colors seemed all wrong. Pale blue cherries, bright pink oranges, intensely purple pears, deep red bananas, and silvery grey coconuts. Well, at least Shawn assumed they were coconuts. They still had their fleshy outer casing on, but what other tree had fruits so big that they looked like they'd crack your skull if the tree got in a good shot? Everything seemed safe to eat, after all Shawn didn't see any dead birds or bats or anything around. So it looked like he wouldn't starve after all. So all that left was...
Wait, if this was a garden, the plants would likely need to be watered. So there would have to be some source of fresh, flowing water. And the most accessible place to put as water source would be right in the middle.
Shawn grinned as he saw the leaf clogged fountain. He immediately began reaching in and yanking out handfuls of leaves from the top tier. With the damp leaves gone, the tiny trickle that the fountain had been forcing up quickened, and in a few moments clean, clear water had filled the top basin and began trickling down to the one below it. The water wasn't cold, as Shawn had expected, in fact it was pleasantly warm. A bit warmer than the sea water had been, actually. He cupped his hands and took a drink, finding the water to have a slightly sweet taste to it, so it wasn't sea water. It would probably be safe to drink.
He moved around the fountain, emptying it of leaves. The bottom tier wasn't a perfectly rounded bowl like the other two; however, it had sort of a spout to it, pouring out into a narrow channel, also filled with plant debris.
Shawn followed the small trench along, cleaning it out as he went. He wanted to have as big of a water supply as he could. Though he didn't think that it would dry up, it didn't hurt to be cautious. He'd have to find a way to block up the bottom of the fountain, or the end of the drainage trench.
When he got to the end, Shawn's smile widened. Or he could just let it flow into the hot-tub looking pond carved out of the rock along one of the garden's walls. Like the fountain, the tub also had a lowered lip on one end, pouring the excess water down onto a manhole-sized opening in the floor, covered with a grate of that odd silvery metal. It likely lead into the ocean itself.
All in all it seemed that the place would be a perfect home and shelter for Shawn, at least until he was rescued. He hoped he was just on some bit of coast, rather than an island somewhere. With an abundant food and water supply, he could venture out and start exploring the area. He'd do that in the morning. Right now he needed to bring in his meager supplies and bedding, and then cook breakfast. After all, he had a proper griddle and some tools that could be used to properly clean the fish, as well as to help with cutting wood. He had even begun to hum to himself happily as he turned back towards the little cave. His eyes caught something placed above the door, a carving of a killer whale, with a trident-shape symbol set into the stone behind it. He got the feeling that it was some kind of religious marking.
"Well, thanks to your followers for building this place," he said with a chuckle, giving a small bow to the icon before heading inside.
The silvery trident began to gently glow as Shawn passed underneath it, but the young man saw nothing, focused as he was on breakfast.
-o-
Shawn lay back on his makeshift bed, which while not the paragon of comfort, was tolerable and far better than sleeping on cold rock. Dinner had been excellent, he'd cooked up his fish, had a few potato chips, but the salty snacks had gone ignored in favor of the pink oranges. At first he'd thought they were small grapefruits, but upon opening them up the distinctive scent of orange was there. He must've eaten half a dozen of them, using the hatchet he cut them into quarters. They were absolutely delicious, wonderfully sweet and juicy, but the flavor had been subtly different from the common orange, which made them all the more tantalizing.
He wasn't sleepy, but he found himself drifting into a light doze just the same. With a warm meal in his belly and a roof over his head, Shawn felt fantastic. Though he found himself wishing he had company. Some busty, lusty island girl clad in nothing but her bared chest and a grass skirt. He could just about imagine it, her kneeling down before him, her large breasts sandwiching his cock between them, the lips parting with a soft moan to encircle his manhood...
Hopefully if he rubbed one out tonight before bed, he wouldn't have to deal with waking up to a mess in the morning. Shawn chuckled and tugged his manhood free from his shorts, wrapping a hand around it. Was it his imagination, or did it feel a bit bigger than before? He looked down at his length. It seemed to be a little bit longer, but it was noticeably thicker; like half again as thick as it was supposed to be.
It seemed silly, it was probably just a trick of the light and shadow provided by the fireplace. But bigger or not, it felt pretty good. He found himself fixating upon the imagined island girl's breasts; big and heavy, topped with dark nipples.
His little fantasy took an odd turn, as rather than imagining the island girl sucking his cock, he began to imagine himself fondling her tits. Mmm... running his hands up over her tight, smooth belly, hardly an ounce of fat on her from her hard work, farming, fishing, swimming.
Shawn didn't notice that his imagined motions were being carried out by his hands upon his own body. Nor did he notice the subtle shifting of flesh. His midsection began to firm up, showing the beginnings of a six-pack, the muscles upon his arms and legs shifting and strengthening as well. But the muscle tone wasn't quite right; the proportions were a bit off. While the muscular build Shawn was gaining was quite well developed, it was not that of a well-muscled man, the proportions were more that of well-muscled woman. There was a slight narrowing of the waist and broadening of the hips.
The young man's face began to shift as well, features softening, not quite feminine, but most certainly androgynous. No man would be sporting the bubble butt that he'd imagined on the island girl however, which was rapidly becoming a feature of his own body.
He let out a moan, his hands beneath his shirt as he imagined himself cupping his lover's big, perfect breasts, not noticing that the flesh around his nipples had begun to swell outward. Shawn moaned, bucking his hips, thrusting against the air. His shaft seemed to leak an almost continuous stream of precum. In his mind Shawn began to slowly trace circles over the girl's erect nipples, while in the flesh his own nipples had begun to darken, going from pink to brown and eventually ending up midnight black. But rather than the island girl's tan, Shawn's own skin began to grow pale. Shawn let out a soft moan, arching his back as his new breasts swelled to match the image he had in his fantasy. Very large, not quite to the point where they would have to be fake, but potentially confused for implants. In his fantasy he imagined himself leaning down to plant a kiss upon a pert nipple, only to suddenly find t-shirt fabric in the way.
The touch snapped Shawn out of his trance, and he looked down upon his altered form in confusion, only able to utter a stunned "What?" before his feminized form erupted with delicious climax.
It took a good minute or two before the tremors of pleasure finally ceased running through Shawn's body. He stripped off his semen-soaked shirt, casting it aside to get a better look at the plentiful breasts that now adorned his chest. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he gave them an exploratory squeeze. They were most definitely his.
"What the hell?" he murmured, eyes wide. He noticed his voice sounded different, a little more feminine but not exactly that of a woman; totally androgynous. "I must've fallen asleep after dinner, there's no way this could be real," he said to himself.
Shawn stepped out into the garden, not dark and shadowy with the set sun as he'd thought, but rather well-lit due to the glowing of the fruits upon the trees. The flow from the fountain was trickling along splendidly, and the hot tub looking pond was half full of the warm water. He didn't bother to remove the rest of his clothing as he hopped in.
And found himself still sporting breasts with the added bonus of being damp. "Shit, this... this is real," the shemale murmured. Maybe it had been the fruit? Fruit didn't usually glow like that. How could something like this be possible? And could it be reversed? He'd picked up these changes by eating the pink fruits so maybe if he ate something blue that things would go back to normal?
He climbed from the tub, dripping wet, and walked over to the tree sporting blue cherries. He had no idea if it would work, or what weird thing it might do to him. In the fairy tales there was always some other plant in the garden that reversed the changes caused by the other ones. All of this seemed to be very magical, what with his being whisked out of the middle of an inland lake and then suddenly sporting an uncomfortably feminine body.
Shawn sighed and plucked a pair of radiant blue cherries from the tree popped one in his mouth. It seemed to be all he could do to resist immediately devouring another one and then going for more. He waited for a few moments and felt nothing. But then a tingle began to spread through his body, centered upon his loins. The shemale groaned as he felt his cock stirring to arousal once more. But the blood kept flowing, with his rod extending further and further, growing thicker and thicker. But that was not the only alteration taking place. He felt the tingle spreading into muscle and bone alike, making it grow, stretch, and swell. He found himself quickly several inches taller, his muscles larger and more masculine. It seemed that the blue fruit didn't make one more masculine, it merely accentuated male traits.
"Dammit!" Shawn growled, making the cherry tree shake by striking it with his fist. Did he dare sample any more of what the garden had to offer in the hope that one of the items would reverse his transformation? What if they did something far worse than give him tits and make his muscles grow? Like what if they turned him into an animal, or another tree to add to the garden or something?
He'd try one or two more, small bites rather than whole fruits, in hopes that any changes wouldn't be as radical. Shawn sighed and looked around, grabbing a purple pear, as well as plucking a black skinned apple from another tree, the only fruit in the garden that didn't appear to be glowing.
Shawn drew in a breath through his teeth, his cock had begun to ache and was almost begging to be touched. He winced as he headed back to the cave, stripping off his sodden, tight clothing and shoes. He stared at the two fruits, picking up the apple first.
"Well, let's hope you don't do anything too terrible..." he muttered, taking a bite. But this time he couldn't stop himself, and before Shawn knew it, he'd devoured the entire fruit, leaving little behind but the thinnest of cores and the stem.
Thankfully this time the power did nothing to further excite his already throbbing cock. It seemed to be more widely spread. Once again Shawn felt himself growing, but rather than mere height and fitness alterations, these changes seemed to be altering his build somewhat. While the blue fruit had just scaled him up and packed on a bit of muscle, the black fruit seemed to be making his body broader, more powerful, as well as serving to soften out some of the muscular definition that the two previous fruits had added. He groaned at the sight, there was no way his pants and shoes were going to fit now, and his t-shirt was going to leave his belly hanging out. But the fruit didn't stop there. Shawn's eyes widened as the color began to leech out of his skin, leaving him porcelain pale in an instant. A tickling sensation upon his scalp drew Shawn's attention there and he ran a hand over his head to find his short hair missing. His ears began to tingle as well, and the young man felt them receding into his head.
"What the hell is going on?" he said, nearly panicking. There was a strange pressure building in his lower back, just at the base of his spine. It ached and throbbed, like getting a finger pinched in a door and not being able to get it free right away. Shawn cried out as a new limb seemed to almost burst forth from just above his rump. He sighed in relief as the pain and pressure vanished. Looking over his shoulder he saw that his tail had a broad fin on the end, like that of a dolphin. No, definitely not a dolphin; his skin was beginning to darken in places, leaving behind the pure white in others. He recognized the coloration immediately; that of a killer whale, an orca. Well, he supposed that technically they WERE a kind of dolphin...
Though not particularly wanted, he supposed that if he had another piece or two of the black fruit, he'd be Orca enough to be able to survive in the ocean, maybe even be able to swim back to civilization. Though that was an option, Shawn found himself reluctant to do so. Trying it would be a huge risk. If there was something magical on the island, there might be something equally magical in the sea, like some giant sea monster that would eagerly gobble him up. He shuddered at the thought, absently stroking his new tail, shivering at the sensations.
Living on the island might not be so bad. He'd barely even had a chance to explore. And even though he kept thinking of the place as an island, it might very well be attached to some bit of mainland or something. You just always got shipwrecked on islands; it was what all the stories were about, after all. He just hoped he wouldn't end up having conversations with a volleyball or something.
Shawn let out another sigh and devoured the glowing purple pear, almost dreading what sort of terrible alteration would come over his body. He was still waiting for the surge of sensation almost a minute later when a sudden tightness seized his midsection. He doubled over as he felt his guts churning, something happening within him.
Her; Shawn suddenly realized as a second throbbing ache joined that of her cock. It definitely felt like she had all the proper girly plumbing in place now. Breasts, vagina, uterus, she definitely had all the girl parts. But then again she also had all the guy parts as well. She was some weird mish-mosh of gender characteristics. She was some sort of human-animal man-woman freak of nature. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was that it all felt good. More than good, it felt great, wonderful. It felt incredible to be so large and powerful, with a big thick tail, sleek black and white skin, and a well-endowed form in both the male and female sense. It seemed that each climax Shawn experienced on the island became more and more intense than the last, and each act of sexual release seemed to... trigger some sort of growth or alteration.
Shawn's wet dream that morning, it had more than likely resulted in the enlarged cock she'd had, but not really noticed until later in the day. It wouldn't hurt to give her body what it was aching for. It would be so much easier to get to sleep by satisfying the dual aches in her loins, rather than try to sleep with an incredible urge for sex shooting through her body.
If only it didn't feel so good...
-o-
Shawn winced as she awoke; now expecting her body to erupt like a geyser whenever she awakened. It had been several days since her transformation, and while she didn't like what had happened to her, she had quickly gotten used to a half male, half female body, as well as sporting a fifth limb sticking out from her backside.
She let out a sigh as she picked up the drenched pads that made up her bedding, thankfully waterproof, and the tattered sail that severed as her blanket, also easily washable. It was becoming a part of daily routine; wake up to explosive, messy climax, explore the island, gather wood and the occasional bits of fruit or nuts that she could find, practice swimming and fishing, stop off at the home cave ever so often to fuel the fire to assure it wouldn't go out, and then to bed. Of course there were the frequent bouts of self-pleasure she had to engage in during the day, as well as her bedtime ritual; essentially masturbating herself to sleep.
Where the hell did all the fluid come from? Shawn was sure she was putting out more than she was taking in, and she wasn't dehydrated in the slightest. Shawn had been looking around for sources of fruit on the island; the last few days of exploring had shown her that it was in fact an island. Today's task would be to try and climb to the highest point she could find in order to see if there were any nearby landmasses or possibly other islands.
The orca herm let out a sigh as she sunk into the warm water of the pond. She supposed she ought to be somewhat thankful for her alterations, as they had made things go much easier. She was bigger and stronger by far than she had been as a human male, and her stamina was incredible. She hadn't had the slightest ache or pain since her transformation, not even after hours of walking. Though smooth and sleek, her white and black skin was rather tough as well. Her shoes no longer fit, but even in the places where the ground was rocky she felt no discomfort. She could swim for hours and hours, and do so with remarkable ease, her tail made it so very, very easy to swim, and she was very fast. She could hold her breath for an unbelievable amount of time, and with nothing more than a stick carved into a point she could catch all the food she'd ever need. She'd never been fond of fish, but likely due to her transformation they were absolutely delicious. She'd even eaten a few raw while swimming. It had been just an absent minded thing. Her tummy had been rumbling, so she'd just plucked one of her spear and begun to snack on it.
Shawn looked out at the orchard and sighed, there were about twenty or thirty different kinds of edible plant, mostly fruits on the trees and bushes, but there also seemed to be vegetables to be had, though that section of the garden was somewhat walled off due to the overgrowth of grapes and raspberries. She could see glowing ears of corn at night. And likely every single one of them would alter her body in some way if she ate it. Curiosity was killing her; Shawn was positive that there would be something in the garden that would reverse her changes. But considering how much her body had been altered by sampling less than a half dozen of the fruits, she was terrified that she'd end up with some sort of horrible alteration. Even worse was the fact that she seemed to hunger for them. Twice now she had been gripped with the urge to eat the garden's glowing bounty. The first was when Shawn had found herself absently pulling one of those shiny black apples from the tree as she walked past. She had almost taken a bite out of it before she realized what she was doing. The second was the night before, when she'd climbing up onto the grape trellis in an attempt to peek over and see what was in the treeless section of the garden. She'd squashed a few grapes which had pure white skins, and even the juice had made her body tingle a little bit. Once the feelings of alteration had started, Shawn had hopped down and ran to the fountain to wash it off. She wasn't sure if anything had been altered, but she was almost positive that her breasts were a little bit bigger than before.
But being unfamiliar with feminine anatomy, Shawn had no idea if drinking water or swimming or anything like that had any effect on bust size. Hell, it might've been something to do with being half killer whale for all she knew. Shawn was nearly frightened by the rate with which she had accepted things, the existence of a likely magical fruit that warped the body and potentially the mind upon consumption, going from an un-athletic young man to a towering white and black behemoth with a pair of breasts to die for, and a set of fully functional male and female equipment...
The orca blushed, the white upon her face turning pinkish. She'd started to wonder more and more about certain things. She'd caught herself eying the handles of some of her tools, curious as to what it would feel like to have a proper hard length of something inside of her. She'd only had a pussy for three or four days, and already she was craving cock, or the nearest equivalent she could manage being alone on the island.
She ignored her body's urges for the time being, there was no use wasting time playing with herself. It wasn't like it would help much anyway; she'd just be horny again in less than an hour. The orca washed her body carefully, trying her best not to further enflame her lusts.
The pool of water was left behind with great reluctance, as Shawn found herself enjoying being in it more and more every day, though she preferred the fresh water of the pond to the salty sea water, it felt... odd to her. She felt the most comfortable in the pond/hot tub type of thing at the edge of the garden. She let herself drip dry for a few minutes, looking around at the overgrown garden as she did so. If she couldn't see some sort of mainland from the top, odds were it would be best to stay put. Maybe try and keep a signal fire of some sort lit in the hopes of drawing the attention of ships. But then again, Shawn wasn't sure she wanted the attention.
Magic didn't exist; at least it didn't before something sorcerous had happened to her. Looking up at the sky at night, things were odd, different. Shawn couldn't find either of the Dippers in the sky, nor the familiar trio of Orion's Belt. And even during the day there were some... oddities; dark, round shapes in the sky. Some of them no more than tiny pinpricks, others that looked about as large as the full moon.
Shawn was probably on a different world entirely. She had no idea what the natives were like, or if she'd be able to communicate. Perhaps it might just be best to stay on the island? She made a wager with herself: if she saw a large land mass, she'd go with a signal fire for a week or two, and then try to swim to it. If not? Well, despite the oddness of it, Shawn was kind of enjoying her altered body, and her curiosity about the fruits kept eating at her.
She'd gone over her boat, looking for anything that might be useful. The bag the sail was meant to be stored in had been a godsend, making the process of carrying wood and tinder rather easy. And a few carelessly discarded plastic water bottles tossed into the interior allowed her to carry around a bit of fresh water. The orca had rinsed the wood chips and leaf bits out of the bag in preparation for today, when she was going to use it as a lunch sack. She'd wrapped some cooked bits of fish in large, thick, waxy leaves and packed two bottles of water. So a little bit of fruit for desert might be nice.
But what fruits to bring? She seemed to have already gotten a little effect from the grapes, and truth be told, a bigger bust didn't seem all that bad. And to go with them perhaps some of the silvery-blue blue berries from the bush right beside the grapes? The berries seemed to be essentially the same color as the odd metal that made up the tools Shawn had found. She flung one at a tree, just to make sure that they weren't equally hard. But no, the berry gave a satisfyingly juicy splat.
Oddly Shawn felt herself kind of hoping that she wouldn't find anything. She kind of... wanted to change more. Though most of all she was worried about not getting the proper vitamins and such, considering that without the garden's bounty her diet would be pretty much all fish.
After securing her potential lunch in the bag, she returned to the garden, peering up at the trees. The mere thought of biting into one of the fruits, having the tingling spreading over her, and then some interesting alteration taking place made her heart start racing. She felt giddy at the prospect.
Shawn reached up and grabbed on of the black apples from its tree, "Well, I hope you don't turn me into some sort of orca mermaid, 'cause I need my legs today." She said to the gleaming black fruit with a chuckle before she bit into it.
It was just as delicious as the previous one had been. The juicy flesh and sweet juice spreading over her tongue, coupled with the mysterious additional tinge of taste that seemed to be what Shawn truly craved. She devoured the apple, core and all, and then licked her fingers clean of the juices.
She felt herself growing again, adding several additional inches to her height, her body bulking up, becoming more powerful. The orca had to be at least seven feet in height by now. The tingling was more intense than before, settling deeper into her, making her bones ache for a moment as the reshaped themselves to better suit her altered muscles, as well as shaping her to be more like the sea creature and less like a human. The ache felt oddly good, like a deep tissue massage releasing pockets of built up tension. Shawn found herself quite enjoying the transformation, even as it drove her to her knees. Her shifting legs couldn't hold her vertical as they changed, bones popping and shifting, lengthening and shortening. In a few moments Shawn had gone from walking flat on her feet to walking on the balls of her feet.
Her fingers and toes began to alter as well, short, but wicked looking claws emerging from the tips as the black flesh grew over where the nails used to be. They were most certainly not what a killer whale had, but it seemed that Shawn was being rebuilt for life as a predator on both land and sea, not merely and oceangoing hunter. The claws would help on land, but a new addition would help with the sea: webbing began to grow between her digits, meant to allow her hands and feet to act much as her full on animal counterpart's fins and flippers. Shawn found herself rather pleased with the changes.
A pressure began building between Shawn's shoulder blades, released as a graceful black dorsal fin began to extend. She winced at that, with her tail and fin, as well as her size, her clothing was certainly not going to fit any longer. She'd just managed to squeeze into her t-shirt the previous day, but her pants had been a no go.
From the fin to her face, Shawn felt the bones begin to push out, reforming her human face into a short, rounded snout. She almost giggled at the strange tickling, vibrating sensation that accompanied the change, altering her teeth to be a bit more like those of an orca.
Shawn grinned, feeling the slight differences in muscle tension on her altered face. Well, that wasn't so bad. In fact, it had been rather fun. Most everything was an improvement in some way.
A few quick slices with her hatchet to remove the sleeves and open the side seams was all it took to make a shirt meant for a much smaller individual into a makeshift tied off top. The head hole served well as an opening for Shawn's dorsal fin, and the two large sections of fabric served well to hold her breasts in place, the whole thing held together by a large knot tied in the middle. Certainly it wasn't perfect, but Shawn found herself rather liking the look of the garment. The t-shirt fabric stretched tightly across her tits, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. She blushed as the thoughts went through her mind.
Goddess, she just wanted to fondle herself. Daily goal be damned. But she managed to stave off her lustful urges, grabbing her bagged lunch and heading off towards the middle of the island, towards the rocky cliff that rose up. The island was rather interesting, in that there were sections that seemed to be barren, while others blossomed with life. The lively areas were the ones of the half of the island where her little garden was, and the dry, gravelly, quasi-scrubland essentially directly opposite it.
Shawn didn't expect much of a climb. From what she'd seen during her exploration of the island, the part of the raise middle of the rock seemed more of a slightly steep, but wooded hill, while on the other side it was a much steeper, jagged cliff face. While it wouldn't be an easy walk by any means, Shawn was sure that her beautiful, powerful, athletic body would easily be able to make it.
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The orca herm drew in deep breaths as she broke free of the tree line and undergrowth. She would never have been able to make the climb as a human. She might not have even been able to make it as she had been the previous day. Her clawed fingers and toes had helped tremendously; being able to dig in to the rich, loamy earth, or to get a good hold by digging them into a tree.
The sound of running water drew her attention as she pulled herself up to the top of the hill. The area was flat, the part not open to the forest featuring spires of rock that stretched up into the sky, making a sort of natural fence, or perhaps giving the look of a crown.
There were a number of overgrown objects in the clearing, statues from the looks of them, each perhaps twice as tall as Shawn herself. Four statues, low and squat, surrounded the central one, which seemed to be situated atop a raised platform, almost like an island. Water flowed from the four surrounding statues, which trickled down the side of the mountain, providing the fresh water needed for plants to grow. Unfortunately from her current position she couldn't see over the trees behind her, nor the rocks everywhere else. She set her lunch bag down and sighed, wading through the water to the central statue, getting a hold of the vines and then climbing up it.
Shawn managed to get herself situated on top of the overgrown statue, shaped to be rather like a humanoid figure sitting down. The orca herm found herself rather curious as to what it looked like underneath the overgrowth. She knelt upon one of the seated figures shoulders, gripping some of the vines growing upon the head, slowly raising herself up.
It was only then that Shawn looked out to the sea around the island, and saw nothing. As far as the eye could see, there was only flat, blue-green, featureless ocean.
"Well, shit," she muttered, feeling kind of disappointed, but also a little anxious at the thought of what lurked in her lunch bag.
She hopped down and began to nibble on grapes as she began to pull foliage from the central statue. The grapes were perfect, sweet, juicy, and with a wonderfully crisp crunch to them. Almost as if to make up for the lack of arousal earlier in the day, Shawn felt her cock almost immediately go rigid.
Her manhood wasn't quite human any more. Oh certainly she could see traces of it in the shape, but the hard-on between her legs now was long and tapered, that of a sea-faring orca rather than a land-dwelling human. She ignored it as she continued to eat and work, popping a handful of the silvery-blue berries into her mouth.
The orca's body shivered as something new took root in her mind. Shawn grinned as she cleared away the vines from the faintly glowing symbol at the base of the statue. It was a silver metallic trident, glowing with a faint blushing light; identical to the metal that Shawn's tools had been made out of. The sight of it spurred her one, the orca gripping bines and tearing them away with her great strength.
In a few minutes the statue was fully revealed in all its glory. Shawn gasped at the sight of it. It was crafted from what appeared to be a mix of perfectly shaped marble and obsidian, sculpted into the shape of a massive orca-woman. Though much like Shawn, the statue was bulky and well muscled, her tones were decidedly that of a female, rather than Shawn's half and half male/female build. The statue's eyes gleamed with blue-silver light, and Shawn found herself kneeling and bowing her head before the statue for a moment. She raised her gaze, looking over the statue, admiring its beauty, its curves, its hand clutching the rounded, pregnant belly and... Shawn found herself licking her lips, the wonderfully large obsidian cock that made her shiver just at the sight of it, her body letting loose with a surge of lubrication.
She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but Shawn found herself wanting to be more like the statue, like the goddess of the sea it was meant to represent. Oddly enough she found herself even wanting a big, round belly, filled with growing life.
Shawn felt an odd wetness upon her chest. Looking down she could see wet spots in the fabric over her nipples. As she watched, she could feel the makeshift garment growing tighter and tighter. The herm blushed a bit as she undid the knot, allowing the grapes to fully take effect. A loud moan parted her lips as her breasts, no longer contained by the top, surged in size, filling with creamy, delicious milk. Shawn couldn't keep her hands off them, even as she climbed onto the statue's platform. She was a mess, dripping from her breasts, cock, and cunny alike as she made her way to the sea goddess's stone shaft.
A sigh of blissful relief escaped Shawn as she lowered herself onto the huge obsidian penis. Despite its massive size it seemed to fit within Shawn perfectly, the shape rubbing up against her most sensitive areas in ways that made her feel so good that it was hard to think straight. The orca herm bent down, sandwiching her own large shaft between her heavy, milk-filled breasts. She felt the tingle of transformation flowing through her, altering a few things here and there, all of them seemed to be inside her, nothing to worry about. All that mattered right now was giving the proper devotion to her goddess.
Shawn had been saved, brought to the island, by the goddess' power. It had guided her to the shelter, to the garden, it had coaxed him into becoming the wonderful, beautiful creature that could make the journey to the island's peak in order to provide proper adoration and worship, and now the goddess' power was working over Shawn again. It filled her body with such sweet pleasure, such delicious bliss that the tiny creature that she had been would have never been able to experience, and would always have been the lesser for it.
The new devotee of the sea goddess threw back her head as her pleasure reached its peak, her milk-laden breasts and twin sexes making such a mess of her goddess' statue as she came. But the bigger mess came when the statue itself erupted.
The orca herm felt her womb filled for the first time, with jet after jet of thick, hot, heavy cum. Even as her womb swelled to contain the sacred seed, more still leaked from between where flesh and blood met solid stone.
Shawn's climax seemed to last forever and it also seemed sadly brief. She was left panting, gasping for air for the first time. The sheer bliss of the act having overwhelmed her with fatigue. She withdrew the cock from her almost reluctantly, but she was so tired all of a sudden, so achy...
Shawn curled up in the stone lap of the statue to the sea goddess, asleep within moments.
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Beyla ran her webbed fingers over her follower's head, the worn out orca leaning into the touch. The goddess had gone so long without the contact she'd craved, she couldn't help herself when the young man's unconscious mind had slipped into her realm. She'd been alone for so long, a goddess forgotten as her people's islands had sunken into the sea, leaving only a long-forgotten temple on a remote island that had been host to a shipwrecked cleric of hers. She had made his life comfortable; given him all the comforts of home that her miracles could provide, and even aided him to create a sacred garden. He'd been rescued after a year or two, leaving the Water Temple at the peak to feed the island fresh water, creating such a wonderfully lush land.
It had almost been a disappointment that he'd left before the garden had blossomed to full fruition. Even moreso when the island had become the sole vestige of her power. As it had gone wild, as the vines covered her statues, her power had dwindled, until Beyla had drifted into gentle slumber, awakened only by a cosmic event of such power that even she, a goddess with no living worshipers, could harness a part of it. Oh, it had only been a tiny part; enough to reach out through the ether and seize a single individual who would have otherwise perished at sea in the cataclysmic upheaval between two worlds uniting into one.
That act had given her power, power enough to slip into Shawn's dreams, to pleasure him, and pleasure herself, as she had been unable to for so very long. All night, every night had she made love to the man she'd saved, using the tiny bits of power that she could seize onto in order to coax him more and more into being hers. He'd said he'd do anything to get out of his predicament, after all. And being transformed into one of her people's most privileged forms was included in anything after all.
But Shawn had so much more to accomplish, the goddess ran her hand over her worshipper's slowly swelling belly. It had been so long since she'd had an avatar, a flesh and blood body with which to dwell in to exert her power upon the mortal world, to guide and to shape it.
But Beyla would make sure that she never be alone again. Shawn would be her mortal mother, and in time her lover. She would fill the more masculine herm's belly with her seed again and again, assuring that Shawn would never be without the erotic thrill of a growing life within her.
But most of all Beyla craved that which she had gone so long without. Whatever she thrust upon Shawn, the goddess would take upon herself in equal or greater share. She placed a hand on her sadly flat middle. She could not conceive as she was, trapped purely upon the ether. But a proper feeding of fruit would assure that her mortal body would grow and blossom into full adulthood within weeks. And then? Then Beyla could correct the terrible problem that she'd been forced to deal with these past centuries.
After all, who'd ever heard of a fertility goddess NOT being pregnant?