Challenge 22: The Fall Classic

[WritesNaughtyStories]

THE CHALLENGE

For this challenge, tell us a tale of change or transformation.

For those of us in the northern hemisphere summer is beginning to dissolve into fall. It's a slow, quiet death that leads us down pretty gold and orange trails. In the south, the world emerges from winter into the promise of spring.

Two sides of the same coin, that whole, endless turning wheel of time and change.

Your story can be about any change - how time changes characters, how a curse transformed Larry Talbot into the wolf man or how mind control porn turned your character into a bimbo.

Let the change begin...

Deadline

Midnight (EST) Friday, 6 Oct, 2023

Limits

1 entry per person

~2,000 words max per entry

Prizes

1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits

2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits

3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

Edited October 11, 2023 by WritesNaughtyStories

[YangYamanagi]

Surely this counts right?

 

At first, they were simple experiments. Slight alterations to the DNA, muscle degeneration and regrowth. Re-creating a sharks ability to regrow its teeth on a bone and tissue level. All to help further humanity. But it went south quickly.

Almost 2 months into the experiments, the head researcher cancelled all tests on willing subjects. He insisted on using himself for the tests, claiming that it would be better in the long run to use a single subject, than spread it out over a wide range of candidates. Those of us that agreed, made the biggest mistake.

1 month after this, he had changed. He was almost 8 feet tall, his muscle mass accounted for almost 70% of his body weight, and his mind was clearly changing. A new assistant had come in, one that didn’t question or run the numbers to try and convince him otherwise. We all had our concerns, but we couldn’t voice them. He had changed.

The smallest outburst was now a volatile weapon. His body had been morphed into a mass of pure power, and he was truly drunk on it.

“MORE! We’re not done yet! We finally have access to prehistoric DNA, and we’re going to use it!” He shouted, positioning himself into the bed we had prepared.

It didn’t feel right, but none of us wanted to die. I wanted to pull the plug, but I couldn’t risk the chance that he would turn to me and lash out. But I didn’t have to. The new assistant literally pulled the plug before he could even finish getting into the bed.

“I’ve seen enough. Make your choice doctor. Live the way you are now or die a greedy mass of flesh and bone.” His words were strange, and clearly true. He was threatening the doctor, and his poise and stature shifted to show he was serious.

“What did you say to me? Do you have any idea what I could do to you if you don’t do as your told!?”

“Doctor, you can’t hurt me. No amount of power you gain through your crude experiments is going to change what you really are deep down; a greedy power-hungry human.”

“Excuse me!? Who the hell do you think you are!?”

“Who am I?” In response to the question, the assistant stepped towards the bed. His clothes faded away, and a long black robe replaced them. Around him floated an assortment of blades and weapons, moving as though they had a mind of their own. “Its simple, I’m a Reaper.”

Reapers were a myth. Something that couldn’t exist because magic couldn’t exist. Yet there was irrefutable proof standing before me that they were real. I was told stories about them as a child, and they didn’t give justice to how dangerous this man was. A single footstep froze me in place, and his words almost brought me to tears.

“That’s a myth!” The doctor was now standing, no, towering over him. His body began to change, shift and mold itself with the mass of DNA mixed inside of him. His arms expanded, his legs exploded out, and his muscles glowed red. “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FOOL!”

His words echoed through the room, but what followed was not words. It was the thud of weight dropping to the floor. When the connection was finally made, the doctors screams filled the room. His arms lay on the ground away from him, and his legs had fallen forward to each side of the Reaper. His torso was now on the ground, his back against the tiles.

In a matter of seconds, the Reaper had reduced the doctor to an immobile bloody mess.

“You humans are all the same.” He spoke, kneeling down to look the doctor in the eye. “You feel that twinge of greed, that want, and let it consume you. Whether it be people, possessions, money, or power, you all have a deep ingrained sense of avarice that you can’t escape.”

“Of course, that doesn’t matter to me. I lived my life consumed with greed and avarice. In the end, it only brought me death. Now I spend my time curing your species of that curse that never seems to leave.”

“W-What are you…?” The doctors voice was filled with fear, knowing that his life was now coming to an abrupt end.

“I told you already.” The Reaper responded, raising to his feet. “But let me be specific, since you’re going to die.”

“I am Alistair, the Reaper of Greed.”

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

OOC: Another flashback of a very old character of mine.  This time one who is getting actively played, a few of you might already be familiar with the character, one of you might already be playing with the character.  This is giving me inspiration I have not felt for a few challenges.  The first without a sex scene, will see if that helps or hurts the votes later.

Ranna Rangorn was an ordinary young boy, who lived in an ordinary small town.  A simple life, a boring life.  Living with his older sister, Reiko, and often absent parents.  It was a summer, he was at home, without much to do.  Friends were all busy, his sister was out with her friends.  He just laid there on his bed, trying to come up with something.  His thoughts eventually turned to the local legend.  An old house on the edge of town, stories said it was haunted.  He was not one to believe in ghost stories however.  He leapt from bed and decided to make the trip down to the house.  A fairly long walk, but not the sort of thing to bother him.

The house was not that impressive, or intimidating at first glance.  Just an old abandoned house.  Run down, starting to collapse.  It was just one floor, though he guessed there was also a basement.  He walked up to the door, saw it was broken.  He was not the first to sneak inside.  He doubted there was much left inside, but he was curious to take a look.  He pushed it open and stepped inside.  There was enough light from the windows to have a good view.  There was actually a little more than he expected.  Furniture was all still there, appliances.  Looking around the floor there were a few dusty toys around, one of the recliners still had its foot rest up and a book on the table next to it.  It was a little strange.  Ranna could not tell if the previous occupants simply left the house suddenly, or if others set it up to look like that.

He moved through the house.  More hints of the later.  There were pictures of the old family on the walls.  He gagged, when he made the mistake of opening the refrigerator.  The sight and smell of the rotting food.  What he at least assumed was rotting food, though it was hard to recognize any of it, its current state.  Eventually he found the door that led to the basement.  He looked down the stairs, into the darkness.  There was no light, other than what came through the doorway.  He cautiously walked down the stairs.  There was light enough for that.  He had no idea what he would find down there.  He was not expecting a ghost, but he could not rule out some disturbing bugs or animals being down there.

When he reached the bottom, he walked slowly.  Careful about where he reached, what he touched.  He wanted to avoid anything living, there was also the possibly of cutting himself on some random loose nail or other sharp object or otherwise hurt himself.  There was a strange smell too, not pleasant, but he could not tell what it was.  As he pushed back into the basement he heard it.  A strange whispering voice.  "...You are not welcome here, boy...go home!..."  Ranna spun around, looking for the source, but did not see anything.  "LEAVE!"  The voice hissed louder, as he went deeper.  He jerked to a stop as he saw something in the corner.  A figure,,,human...he thought.

As a young boy, Ranna was not easily scared, had an ego that occasionally got him in trouble.  "This isn't your house!  What are you, homeless?  Whatever, leave me alone and I will do the same.  I'm just here to look around."  The figure laughed, in a strange voice, not quite like any laugh Ranna had previously heard.  "You think I am human?!"  Two dim red lights appeared in front of Ranna...eyes?...no, could not be.  "I get it.  You are pretending to be the ghost in the stories about this place.  You have to do a little better than that."  There was a hiss in response to Ranna's comment.  Irritation, but maybe a little impressed about Ranna not backing down.  "Oh no, not a ghost.  Maybe there are ghosts here though...you would call me a demon."  The room took a slight chill as the figure said that, though Ranna figured it was just his imagination.  "Oh sure, demon.  What, did you scare off the family that used to live here?"  A bit of a strange laugh.  "Oh no, I did not scare them off...but I did get rid of them.  Maybe I will do the same to you..."

There was a silent pause.  Ranna held his ground though.  He was not going to run.  If anything, that seemed more dangerous. "...I have a better idea though...you don't believe me.  I will give you a hint of my power."  Ranna jerked back, he felt something plunge into his chest.  It was not physical though...something much less natural.  He grunted in pain and discomfort.  It shifted things in his body, in ways he did not really understand.  Not knowing what was happening or how far it would go, he staggered back to the stairs and forced his way outside.

The discomfort lingered as Ranna staggered back towards his house.  He did not yet feel it, how he had been changed.  He staggered into the house.  At this point Reiko was home, his sister was in the kitchen, making herself a snack.  She looked at Ranna with some concern.  "Where have you been?  Are you alright?"  She saw the discomfort on her brother's face...a face that looked subtly different.  "...I'm fine...just spent some time at the old empty house..."  He noticed his voice was off, though he figured it was just a side effect of the discomfort.  "No ghosts.  Just a strange man pretending to be a demon."  Reiko only looked more concerned.  "...I told you to stay away from that place.  What if the man tried to hurt you?  What if there was a dangerous animal?"

Ranna shook off the concern.  "I'm fine...I'm fine...just a little tired.  I'll see you later."  He walked away, intending to go to his bedroom.  He made a stop in the bathroom along the way.  A moment after the door closed, there was a scream and Reiko ran over, forcing the door open out of concern.  "What's wrong?!"  She called out.  There was not an immediate reply.  Ranna stood, back to Reiko, facing the toilet.  Eventually, in spite of intense embarrassment, he turned around, his fly undone.  Ranna pointed to her crotch, at the moment covered by underwear...but flat.  "...It's...It's...gone..."  He...she said, in that off voice.  The pieces came together for Reiko, the face, her body in general, voice, it had all become more feminine.  Ranna was still young enough not to have breasts yet, as a girl, keeping her from noticing that on the walk home.

After stepping out the room and talking Ranna through doing her business as a girl, they came out and went to the living room.  Ranna went over the whole story of what happened at the house.  Reiko set a hand on Ranna's shoulder.  "Don't worry, I'll  help you through this.  Help you talk through it with mom and dad.  It's a big change, but don't be scared, we can get you used to it."  She did not say it, but it was no secret Reiko always wanted a sister.  Now she could hopefully encourage Ranna to get used to it.  That was the beginning of Ranna's new life.  Though eventually they discovered it was a little more complicated.  Rather than simply being turned into a girl, Ranna switched between boy and girl whenever she sneezed.

It was a little weird.  Reiko insisted on buying new clothes for her.  Going out and trying new things that were more stereotypically girly.  Her friends took an adjustment as well, becoming a little more of a mix of boys and girls.  Still young enough, that it was not complicated by thoughts of dating/love/sex.  At first Ranna tried to focus on being a boy, but after a cold or two and other random sneezes, she decided to just stick to whatever body she was in at the moment.  She still considered herself a boy, but she was becoming more comfortable with the girl's body.  But she was still a little in denial about it, and annoyed at Reiko's attempts to make them sisters.

Edited September 27, 2023 by SataiRolePlayingGuy

[Minorikawa Deactivated]

A Promise of Power

There was something oddly soothing about the rain falling upon her face. She hadn't realized how hot the flames had been, nor was she aware of the soot now washing from her face as she slumped back against the rocky crag behind her. She was one of the lucky few that had managed to flee, though even flight gave no guarantee of survival. She had run towards the river, cresting over the drop down to water. To those unfamiliar it looked like anyone that slipped over the grassy ledge would plunge into the rapidly running waters, carried away and perhaps even submerged into a cold death, but she knew just where to descend. A small patch of sand that she could sit upon, pressing into the stone wall, hidden from view of any that would seek to find her.

Aside from her fiery red-hair, darkened and dirtied by ash and mud, she was of rather plain attribute. A bit lanky of build without child-bearing hips, small breasts that no bodice could enhance, the only other attribute capable of charming another were her bright green eyes. She had buried her jealousy of the other women of the village, many of them having already played "milk maid" with the young farmers before even being matched for marriage, while she remained alone. Cursed to friendship, impossible to be made a match. Yet when the bandits rode in it was those curvaceous women that were first target. It's what allowed her to escape. She closed her eyes, tears blending in with the falling rain, her heart contorted in pain as she monstrously felt a hint of glee that those women would suffer for the beauty they took for granted.

Come to me...

Eyes flashed open, ears twitching, jaw set. Slowly, her head tilted, shifted, looked around. Above she saw no one, no torchlight against darkened clouds and the pouring rain. All sound was drowned by the running river. Even if there were any bandits above chattering away, it was unlikely she'd be able to hear them.

Come to me, Anessa...

She stood up. She didn't intend to. It was an impulse, the same fright-filled instinct that had her flee the destruction of her village. The voice knew her name, and it was unfamiliar. Yet there was something soothing. It was masculine, firm, commanding, but also not demanding. It promised safety, protection.

Come to me, Anessa...

She turned to her left. Though the voice had no concrete origin, seeming to come from within rather than without, she could tell that it was beckoning her from downstream. There wasn't much room, so she clung back against the rock wall, sliding against it, her bare and aching feet stepping along the damp sand on the edge of the river. She avoided stepping on rocks as best as she could, careful not to slip or she might crack her head upon the stony wall behind, or slip into the river and be lost forever. The voice would occasionally call, almost like a parent encouraging their baby taking their first steps. Soon time began to slip away, her mind focused purely on this task, shutting out the trauma she had fled, ignoring the horrific fates of friends and rivals and family, even the knowledge that she had no more home to go to. She even ignored every aching muscle and objecting bone, stepping onward and onward as she sought out the source of that voice.

So long had she traveled that the sun had clearly set below the gray clouds, her vision obscured, seeing almost nothing. Her hand outstretched, she froze, nearly jumped, as her hand slipped from rock and over the lip of a cavern. She kept still, comfortable with her journey of just sliding along the rocky wall with the river. Now there was change. Something new. Something unknown. She was growing tired of the unknown. She simply sought comfort.

Come hither, Anessa, and find me in here...

Shivering, only now beginning to feel the biting cold of the rain and falling night, she slowly peered around the corner and into the cave. She could faintly see a glimmer within, almost like the light of a fire. Not the same, harsh, all consuming fire that had lit her home and village fields up, however. No, this was the comfort of a camp fire, promising warmth and safety from the terrors of the cold night. Sick of hesitation she kept to the wall, but stepped gingerly around the cavern entrance and inside. Immediately she felt relief from the pelting droplets that had been descending on her since shortly after she'd taken flight, and the cold sting of the passing river was now gone, replaced by the musty stillness of the cavern's stagnant air. Her glimmering green eyes latched onto that flicker, however, and hypnotically stepped forward. Slowly her feet padded at first, but the more she looked upon it the more she hurried. It was almost as if her exhaustion was melting away, her slow walk becoming a jog, only to then become a full bore sprint.

Suddenly the glimmer became a burst of light, her arms lifting up to shield her eyes from its blinding brilliance. Yet the light was warm, truly warm, and it lit up the alcove like noon day sun. As she adjusted to the new conditions, her arms lowered, revealing a gorgeous looking bracelet upon an alter. Why would something like this be outside of her village? How had it remained hidden for so long? And how-

Time, child. Time has passed since I had been placed here. A temple collapsed and destroyed only for a humble hamlet to be built upon its acres of land. Elements collapsing the entrance to my alter only for river and rain to finally sweep the blocking dirt and debris away. Now, in this space long forgotten, you have come. You have come, for you were called.

"I don't..." Anessa began, but she could speak no further. Her throat had become raw and dry from thirst and she never realized it. Speaking was difficult, and her voice came out a rasp.

You are strong, Anessa. Stronger than you know, yet the world has left you beaten and feeling weak. Take me! Take me, and wear me upon your wrist, and gain all that you had desired.

There was no hesitation. Anessa didn't know if she believed what this thing said of inner strength, and somewhere in her mind was a rational woman crying out not to trust strange pieces of metal speaking into your head. Yet right now, in this moment, she'd believe anything that promised not just survival, but true strength and power. So she clasped the golden bracelet over her wrist.

It was immediate. She felt herself nearly flung back, arms and legs outstretched. She cried, her whole body suddenly in pain. Her clothes tore to shreds, only to be replaced by leather, chainmail, and steel. That lanky body suddenly grew with muscle, but also developed a curvaceous form. Her back arched in a more serpentine fashion, she grew those child bearing hips she once lacked, her posterior now barely able to remain concealed by skimpy leather pants clinging to the shape of her cheeks. Her bosom developed, unable to be restrained by the leather cups lifting them up and together, guarded by a steel breastplate conforming ridiculously to the shape of her enlarged breasts. All of the change caused her to scream loudly, echoing through the walls as her body ached, stung, and groaned in agony, until finally it stopped. She dropped onto one knee, panting heavily, hand pressed to the dirt beneath her.

When she finally stood, however, it was accompanied not by pain or exhaustion. No, she felt invigorated. Energized. She looked down upon herself, and while she felt more exposed than ever, she also, for the first time, loved what she saw. She didn't even need a mirror. She felt strong, sexy, powerful.

The alter before her began to rumble, quaking, her eyes lifting to observe as it split apart. Each segmented fragment descended, revealing a slim longsword plunged into the ground, hidden and concealed. Her lips curved into a smirk.

"Time for some revenge," she said, her voice seasoned with sultriness. Her fingers clasped the sword. It was time to slaughter some bandits.

[Warning]

"Change...?", a female voice spoke softly while the echo of a clock's handle in movement could be heard every single seconds. "Yes, change...", another voice responded with wisdom in his tone as he opened a book that he took from a shelf nearby. "People change, nature changes, life changes...", he paused for a bit as his gaze shifted toward his interlocutor. "...You can change as well.", he spoke in a voice that emanated no judgement yet still felt compassionate. The young woman who had been spoken to was sitting in a knelt position, looking down slightly. "Can I really...?", she told him without looking at him, her voice cracked with a nervous laugh. The man did not move a single inch nor did he show any perceptible reaction, otherwise visible by the light of only a few lit candles in the room. Tick... Tock... After a moment that felt too long, the man closed his book and put it away back to its shelf before his gaze returned to the woman. "If you allow yourself to, certainly...", he said, breaking the silence that was not really one, thanks to the unending reminder of flowing time. Stepping toward her, he finally showed himself to the light.

The woman kept looking down but his steps toward her made her look up slowly, her hands clutched her laps. The man had leaned forward lightly toward her, just enough to be seen. "I... I don't know if I can, not after...", she started but he interrupted her before she could finish. "Not after what?", he said, looking straight at her without breaking eye contact but raised himself back, showing a light grin. "You cannot change what happened but change has many forms...", he explained, his voice was patient as he observed her. "What you hear is time and time may be cause for change... Time IS change. Allow yourself the time and change will come along... But deny it to yourself and you will fall, as you already have...". The wisdom in his words was undeniable but acceptance of it was not as easily accomplished. The woman's eyes looked back down. The man continued, as she remained quiet. "You have the potential to succeed... But... Only you can do this. Will you simply give up...?", he asked calmly, knowing exactly what asking that would produce or perhaps was he only guessing the outcome... Or taunting her to make a decision...

"No...", one word escaped the woman's lips. The man grinned once more. "No...?", he repeated after her but with a questioning tone. "No... I will not give up.", she finally said, looking back up to him. There was determination in her expression but also uncertainty and fear. The man nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Good... Do not let it frighten you. The wound is still fresh; It will need time to heal...", he said to her but that did not seem to faze her. A healing wound was, after all, another matter going through a change. Some wounds healed and some wounds did not. The man observed her as she seemed determined to not let go just yet. That spark of hope in this woman's eyes was what was needed to influence a change in the right direction. "Perhaps it is time for you to face your reality head-on, then. There will be no way back and no going back. No turning back, either...", he explained in a seemingly very final manner. The women had an understandable moment of hesitation, looking down as she clutched her laps harder. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath then reopened them, looking at the man. "...I am ready."

The man simply grinned and stepped closer, offering her his hand to help her stand up. Looking at it, she carefully took a hold of it and stood on her own two feet, a feeling she had not felt in a while, for some reason. For now, her mind was focused on the man in front of her holding her hand for a little longer. After he let go, his hand reached to her sternum as he looked at her with a small smile. The sound of the clock in the background resonated louder and louder. Tick... Tock... Her heart followed the same pace or about, as strange as it felt in this quietness. As the sounds appeared to quiet down, the man finally spoke: "When you fall, stand back up. It is time for you to embrace change.". Upon saying his final words, he gave her a push that tossed her backward. Shocked by the sudden shove, she was bracing for an impact that never came. Instead, the room she had been inside just a second ago faded away along with the man while she was seemingly falling down the sky. Do not let loneliness stricken you... Those who still believe in you will be there for you. A voice resonated in her mind as she fell toward a large building down below.

While the woman looked like she was going to crash, her "body" actually moved through and to another room inside where what appeared to be her real body was laid down on a hospital bed. Upon rejoining with it, a new life breathed into her as signals on different devices around her were thrown off, attracting the attention of the people waiting around her, more so when her eyes opened slowly to the room she was inside. Around her, she could recognize her family but the man she had met with just a while ago was nowhere in sight. Perhaps it was all but just a dream and yet, she could faintly hear the clock again. Tick... Tock... Something definitely had changed. She could feel her heart beat strong with a desire. A desire to live, a desire to exist, a desire to not be forgotten. A connection formed with the people around her, sharing this desire as well. A part of her memory however seemed lost to the void: A result of whatever surely happened to her, for her to find herself there. And yet, she looked forward to the future. As she would later leave this place, the woman would find the picture of a familiar man displayed as a memorial...

Edited October 1, 2023 by Goddess Aurora

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