Centaur Transformation
Amy's morning walk usually took her an hour. Since she had started high school, she had followed her own strict routine, and in several years, had never strayed from it, on into college. She awoke promptly at 5:30 in the morning, and showered quickly. She couldn't stand to walk out the door in the morning without a shower, whether she was going to work, or going to exercise. After a light breakfast of cereal, toast, and a small glass of orange juice, she would jump in her car and drive out to the local park. She arrived no later than 6:15 every morning, locked her car, and took off on a brisk, forty minute walk.
The walk took Amy around the perimeter of the park, mostly skirting the edges of the woods. She walked a freshly paved footpath for the first half of her walk, but midway through the walk the path dipped into the woods and became merely a well-worn dirt trail. Usually no more than 15 minutes later, Amy would emerge from the woods, and shortly reach her car in the parking lot. Then it was back to the house, shower up, and head off to work by 8am. It had been that way for her for nearly 9 years. The paths never changed, and her time schedule was absolute. In the same span of time she had been working this routine, Amy had never once been late for work.
This morning, something was off.
When Amy finally opened her eyes, she sat bolt upright in bed, shocked. It was already light outside! "Shit!" she exclaimed, throwing back the covers and darting into the bathroom. On the way out of the room she glanced at her digital alarm clock, clearly asleep at its post, and saw that it read 6:10. She dove past the shower curtain, ran her fingers through her hair quickly, and leapt back out. She quickly toweled off, grabbed her work-out clothes, and fixed a bowl of cereal. Scarfing it down quick, fast, and in a hurry, she ran out the door and jammed her car in gear, tires chirping slightly as it zipped out of the neighborhood.
Halfway to the park, and wondering why her favorite talk radio program wasn't on the air, Amy realized it was Saturday. "Ah, goddamnit fucking shit!" she cursed, slapping the steering wheel. She muttered under her breath as she pulled into the deserted parking lot and slowed her car to a stop. Amy took her keys out of the ignition and sighed deeply, cursing herself again in the silence before stepping out into the lot and the crisp morning air. After her rush out the door only minutes before, she tried to calm herself, breathing deeply as she leaned against the car to stretch. 'At least I can take my time this morning.' she thought to herself.
When she had finished stretching, Amy started out on her walk, but decided for the first time in 9 years to take her walk in the opposite direction around the park. 'Just for a change of pace.' she told herself. Starting down the worn trail, Amy was surprised at how disorienting it was, walking in the opposite direction. It seemed to her as if she was almost walking in a completely different place, and she kept looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse of familiarity. It wasn't long before Amy noticed a small indention into the woods a short way ahead of her. As she got closer, she could see that there was a small trail meandering deeper into the woods, and then disappearing sharply around a bend. Stopping, Amy looked around her, glancing down her normal trail in both directions, and then peering again down the new trail she had just discovered. 'I can't believe I've never seen this before.' she thought, incredulous. 'I thought I knew these woods like the back of my hand by now!' Still she paused, standing at the entrance to the small trail, and wrestling with herself in her mind. She had always been a creature of habit, and people of that type generally don't like change, or doing things out of the ordinary. Contrastingly, Amy was in an adventurous mood, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she had the time to poke around in a new area. Another quick glance over her shoulder, and Amy stepped purposefully into the woods on her newly discovered trail.
The trail itself seemed well maintained, and almost groomed. No foliage hung over the trail, and the path seemed very clear ahead, though it was indeed narrow. Grass grew thickly along the throughway of the path, and it felt squishy beneath Amy's running shoes. She wondered what this trail led to, and couldn't help but feel a small twinge of apprehension in her gut. She looked over her shoulder momentarily, but her original path was already lost behind her around the bend. It seemed to Amy that she was completely enveloped by the forest, almost in another place altogether. It suddenly struck Amy that she couldn't hear any mechanical noises at all. There were no airplanes, no freeway sounds, or even the sounds of a summer lawnmower droning in the distance. The only sounds reaching Amy's ears were the delightful calls of the local songbirds.
Amy's apprehension soon faded as she began to enjoy her foray into the unknown. The sun was shining brightly through the forest canopy, and the air seemed rich and crisp. A person who normally doesn't venture far from her routine, Amy was thoroughly enjoying her diversion through the woods. Ahead of her, the path was widening, and she slowed her pace as she approached a clearing.
The sun glistened spectacularly off of dew-soaked leaves and a light morning fog still clung modestly to the grass in the edges of the clearing. Amy could hear a trickle of water, and as she stepped from the path and into the clearing, she was incredibly delighted. Before her, and directly in the middle of the clearing was a small, apparently stream-fed pool of the clearest water she had ever seen. A tiny trickle of water cascaded elegantly down a small cropping of rocks, dipping into the pool in a furious swirl of tiny bubbles. Amy stood breathing deeply at the entrance to the clearing, utterly enchanted by her surroundings. She half expected the Lady of the Lake of the Arthurian legends to rise from the waters and hand her Excalibur. Still nearly in shock at her surreal surroundings, Amy stepped forward timidly and knelt next to the shimmering pool.
Leaning over it, Amy saw her visage reflected in the crystal clear waters. Her hair fell around her face, shading it, and the sun shone brightly through the trees above her, creating a halo in her reflection. She smiled, and her teeth shone brightly through the shadows, a crescent row of chicklets shining in the water. Amy felt as if she had been walking for days, and kneeling in the grass by the beautiful pool, deep in the woods, she felt calm and relaxed. She pulled the legs of her sweats up over her knees and kicked off her shoes. Her socks came off one at a time, and she stuffed them in little balls into her shoes. Amy swiveled in the grass to dangle her feet in the pool, and slowly lowered them into the water. The cool spring-water felt refreshing and soothing, and a gentle tingle rushed up Amy's spine. Delighted, she wiggled her toes in the water, her reflection shattered by the ripples.
Tempted, Amy dipped a cupped hand into the pool, drawing the water to her mouth and took a sip. The water was sweet and crisp, and seemed to Amy that not even the waters of the Fountain of Youth could taste so wonderful. She quickly cupped her hand again, gathering another small mouthful, and sipped on it slowly, savoring the clean, fresh water as it gently slipped down her throat. Another tingle ran down Amy's spine, and a wonderful idea came into her mind.
Amy drew her feet from the water, turned and stood, the soft grass cushioning under her feet. She cocked her head and listened, hearing nothing but the chirping of happy birds, and the slight rustle of leaves blowing in the wind. She peered off into the forest, eyes searching, and she could see nothing beyond the trees and the underbrush. She tiptoed around the pool, but saw no other entrances to the clearing save the one she had come by. Another glance over her shoulder, and Amy felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, and pulled it over her head in one smooth movement, letting it fall to the grass beside her shoes. She looked around once again, and slowly removed her sports bra, laying it gently on the grass as well. A sudden breeze ruffled the leaves, and Amy covered herself with her hands, looking around. Almost immediately, the breeze died down, and she let her hands fall to her hips.
Slowly, Amy slid her sweats off her waist, pushing them over her hips, down her thighs, and letting them slide to the ground around her ankles. Left foot, then right foot, Amy stepped out of her sweats to the edge of the pool, looking down at her feet. The butterflies in her stomach continued, and without looking up, Amy hooked a finger under each side of her small, black panties, and carefully worked them over her hips. Down they went, and she stepped out of them cautiously, holding them to her side by one finger, before letting them drop to the ground in a defiant gesture. All the while, Amy never took her eyes off the glistening pool of water.
With a slow, purposeful step, Amy slid her right foot into the pool, and began working her way in. The water moved up her calf, sliding up and over her knee, and making its way up her thighs. One step at a time, Amy walked deeper into the pool. She gasped as the water reached her hips and enveloped her pussy, continuing up her belly toward her waist. The water was unbelievably refreshing as it soon covered her ribs, lapping softly against the base of her tiny breasts. Amy felt her nipples harden as goosbumps rose on her flesh, and she breathed out sharply as she took her final step, the water flowing over her collarbone and touching just under her chin.
Amy stood in the center of the pool, stock still, simply breathing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, in...and out through the mouth. A smile crept across her face, and she felt at peace. The butterflies had stopped altogether, and she felt as if she were in a sacred place. Fear had no place here. The water moved gently around her, sensuously, and Amy felt her body respond. It seemed as if her skin were absorbing the water, and a cool, soothing sensation flowed through Amy's veins. She had never felt so comfortable in all her life. She was relaxed, contemplative, and at one with herself. A tiny tingle began at her toes, and spread slowly, soon covering her body. It was a feeling like goosebumps, but under her skin, different somehow. She liked it.
Her body slowly went numb, and Amy looked down into the water, wiggling her toes as she did so. Beneath her, on the bottom of the pool, her toes wiggled back at her, and she smiled to herself. The tingling sensation she felt intensified, and she breathed out sharply, her hands instinctively moving to caress her stomach. She could feel her muscles, toned from years of walking and morning crunches, tighten beneath her skin, and she turned around. The water was exhilarating as she walked from the pool, slowly emerging one step at a time. Her collarbone emerged to the air, followed by her breasts, and the water retreated softly past Amy's ribs. As each body part left the cool waters, the warm air enveloped them, feeling like a soft towel wrapping around her as she stepped from the shower.
Amy's final steps brought her out of the pool and back on the grass, and she stood for a moment, letting the water drip slowly off her slim body. She reached behind her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail, securing it neatly with a small band she pulled from her wrist. Hands on her hips, Amy stood in the clearing, glistening with water, and merely taking in the sights and sounds of the forest. Her skin tingled as if she had just been rubbed down with handfuls of snow, and she looked down at her body.
The tingling slowly faded, and a faint sense of euphoria flooded over Amy, forcing her to close her eyes and slowly sink to her knees. She could feel every blade of grass under her knees, and she rubbed her hands over her stomach, delighting in the hint of muscle underneath her smooth skin. Amy could feel herself begin to change, but wasn't worried by the sensation. The sense of calmness she felt in this place told her that she had nothing to fear, and she welcomed the new feelings. Her body tingled, and she felt a slight tugging in her toes.
She looked over her shoulder to her feet, and marveled at the sight that met her eyes. As she watched, her toes slowly grew thicker and began to fuse together. In doing so, they spread, the end of her foot growing hard, and darkening in color. Somewhere, deep in Amy's consciousness, she knew this was a dream. Her mind tried to pull her from it, to wake her up and keep her from losing her humanity, but she was overwhelmed. She had never felt more at peace than she did at that moment. She watched as her foot shifted, bones rearranging themselves, and was amazed at the complete lack of pain. Somehow, Amy saw the changes as a gift, just as she now believed the pool and the clearing to be. No Excalibur from the Lady in the Lake, but instead something more profound, something more elegant. Amy smiled as she felt the tingling change spread further up her legs, and she looked to the small of her back as a tiny lump began to form on her tailbone.
Amy watched as the lump on her tailbone stretched outward, pushing from her back as hair sprouted, quickly lengthening and hanging down over her smooth ass. Amy's body quivered as a new sensation coursed through her, heat rising now in her body. Her nipples, taut from the cool waters of the pool, swelled slightly, drawing a low moan from Amy. She felt her pussy dampen as a burning need seized her loins. As the feeling increased and Amy grew further aroused, she slid her knees apart, and rolled her hips forward, thrusting her pussy against the soft grass. The grass was damp from the water that had dripped off Amy's body, and their soft leaves brushed lightly against her lips. Amy sighed, breathing deeply, and rocked her hips slowly, grinding her pussy on the ground. One hand found it's way to her modest breasts, and she fingered her nipple lightly, while her other hand roamed over her lithe body.
Amy's changes continued, and she welcomed them, her growing arousal adding to her enjoyment. Two small lumps began to form on her lower stomach, and they pushed slowly outward. As they grew, Amy saw the beginnings of hooves form as they hardened and continued to expand. While they grew, her tail continued to lengthen, and she felt her thighs and ass begin to swell. Looking down at her legs, Amy saw them thicken, growing muscular as they toned and expanded outward. Behind her, the same was happening to her ass, and Amy could feel deeper changes beginning.
The nubs pushing slowly out of her stomach continued growing, now clearly resembling legs as they stretched toward the ground in front of her. Amy's felt her spine stretching, and as it slowly lengthened, her stomach was pulling taut and her pussy began to ache. She felt her new forelegs continue to lengthen, musculature beginning to show now as they grew further into proper legs. Amy could feel that they were connected to her hips in a way, but she could feel her insides twisting as her hips began to separate into two sets. Amy's pussy was dripping now as her forelegs reached the end of their growth, laying in front of her in the grass.
As her ass and her thighs stretched, pressure building inside them, Amy felt her pussy grow hot as blood rushed to it. She moaned again as the heat intensified, and her lips swelled outward. A hand shot to her groin as Amy dug her fingers into her now dripping opening. Her pussy continued to swell, becoming engorged with blood, and Amy shivered as it started to expand within her. She began working her hand up and down, spreading her fingers within herself as her pussy continued to change, expanding with her body.
Slowly, her hips began to push out behind her, along with her legs and ass, continuing to swell and thicken. She pumped her fingers in and out of her swollen pussy, the sensations of it growing larger inside of her almost too much. Her dripping lips were now puffy and flushed with blood, and her engorged clit felt like a button beneath her palm as she rubbed her slippery opening. As her pussy reached the end of its growth, Amy slowly slid her entire hand inside herself, crying out as she did so. Amy could feel every change taking place in her body, and her new limbs, growing, pulling and stretching from her body were pushing her to the limit. The sun shone warmly on her naked body and it felt wonderful as she lay in the grass, new nerves and muscles sending incredible signals flashing through her. Her pussy throbbed rhythmically as she neared release, and she came forcefully, her swollen and engorged pussy gripping her hand tightly as she stiffened. She screamed through gritted teeth as her body spasmed, waves of pleasure coursing forcefully through her. Her transformation seemed to quicken in response, and her hand fell limply to her side as her hips pushed slowly beyond her reach.
She looked down at herself, her new forelegs growing thicker as muscle developed and they further fused to her new set of hips. Her spine was lengthening as she watched, pushing her original hips further and further behind her while a ribcage slowly expanded and filled out in between. Amy saw her hind legs shift, her calves growing thinner as they dipped down to her hooves, her thighs swelling and becoming powerful and thick. She watched her tail continue to elongate, stretching out on the grass as her hips grew past it and her changes began to slow.
Amy slowly gathered her hind legs up under her as she propped her torso up on her forelegs. It felt strange, looking down on a body that didn't appear to belong to her. She let her hands fall to her hips, running over her stomach and dipping slowly down to the powerful shoulders of her forelegs. There was a slight tickle as fur began to sprout from her new body, growing quickly and causing Amy to giggle at the feeling. She stood, her powerful forelegs taking the weight well, as her rear legs lifted her ass high into the air, her tail flicking absentmindedly to and fro. She looked down at her new form, her broad back spreading out beneath her, reaching toward her powerful hindquarters. She patted her new back, rubbing her fur, and took in the new sensations that her body was giving her.
She continued to inspect herself, delighted by the feeling of swishing her tail back and forth, and rubbing her hands over the powerful musculature of her forelegs. Her upper body remained the same, the fur dissipating above her hips, and her female torso resting proudly atop her new body. Amy ran her hands soothingly over her stomach, allowing them to linger along her obliques, circling her bellybutton slowly, and tracing their way up to her ribcage. A sudden wave of pleasure washed over her, and a shiver ran from the base of her neck down her lengthy spine to her swishing tail. Her pussy, nestled far from her reach between her two powerful thighs, throbbed, and she felt it moisten again.
Another wave hit Amy forcefully, and she moaned as her pussy, fit now for a horse, throbbed again, growing hot. She slid her hands over her ribs to cup her breasts. Her nipples pressed against her fingers as she took her modest breasts in her hands. She caught her breath sharply as she felt another twinge, her pussy throbbing again. Amy felt her nipples pressing harder against her fingers as her breasts began to swell against her palms. A moan escaped her lips as her breasts pushed slowly from her chest. As they grew, they filled her cupped hands and her rock-hard nipples pushed their way between her fingers, eliciting another moan. Amy's breasts continued to swell, soon overflowing her hands and becoming hotter and more sensitive as each moment passed.
She began to rub her hands over her growing mounds, the soft, supple, flesh yielding pleasantly to her caress. Her nipples were growing as well, elongating and growing thicker as Amy continued to fondle herself. Her pussy was throbbing regularly now, and she felt her juices beginning to run down the insides of her thighs. Her breasts continued to swell, surpassing what would be a D-cup and hanging plumply from her chest. She cupped their expanding mass in her hands, feeling their growing weight, and squeezed gently. A gasp escaped her lips as pleasure shot through her body. Amy was amazed at the sensitivity of her new tits, and she tugged softly on one of her nipples, the feeling exquisite. Her pussy ached for release.
As her tits continued to grow, pushing beautifully off her chest, Amy's pussy begged for stimulation. Panting now, she fondled herself roughly, tugging at her large nipples, her huge tits hanging ripely from her chest, and began to work her hind legs back and forth, her slippery pussy lips rubbing against each other. Her pussy throbbed, her sensitive clit aching, as Amy ran her hands over her tits, exploring their curves. They were now large double-D's, and her nipples stood off of them a full inch long, thick and sensitive. Amy couldn't imagine being any more turned on, and her poor aching pussy was throbbing steadily as she rubbed it between her legs, all the while rubbing her breasts roughly. Her breasts had stopped growing now, and she focused all her attention on her throbbing clit. She felt her juices flowing freely down her legs, and her burning need became the only thing that mattered to her.
Still rubbing her legs together, swishing her tail frantically back and forth, Amy felt her pleasure mounting. She began to pant faster, her head racing as she was consumed by her desire. Her pussy was pulsing now, and she pinched a nipple lightly in each hand, eyes closed as she neared release. A final squeeze of her beautiful tits and Amy pushed herself over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, more intense than she had ever imagined, while her pussy spasmed and pulsated, her fluids dripping onto the ground beneath her. Her forelegs spread wide and she dipped her torso toward the ground, ass in the air as her body tensed and quivered with her orgasm. Amy had never felt anything so amazing in her life, and her new body had made every feeling seem wonderful.
Still shivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Amy smiled to herself, caressing her breasts sweetly as the last of her juices slid down her thighs. Her hands traced down her stomach, circling her bellybutton once again, and she looked thoughtfully around her. The woods were warm, and the late-morning sun shone brightly through the canopy. She turned toward the path leading away from the clearing, not sure of where she would go or what she would do, but not really caring either. She felt as if a marvelous gift had been bestowed on her, and her future seemed limitless. Her naked breasts swung lusciously from her chest as she took her first centaurian steps toward the edge of the clearing.
Looking left, then right, Amy realized she couldn't find the opening to the path. Frowning, she whirled around, looking across the shimmering pool, but still could not find the path. She turned around, worried now, and saw nothing but the silent figures of the trees around her. Another glance over her shoulder and Amy saw that the pool was gone. Suddenly, she found herself standing deep in the forest, alone, and surrounded by trees as far as she could see. She whimpered, covering her breasts with her hands, and looked slowly around, seeing nothing familiar in any direction. Behind her the melancholy cry of a raven echoed through the wood.