Dragon Seed: Demise of a Bull Dyke

Unending BE - episode 28079

Sitting in the back of her personal jet, Dr. Tracy Dolan reflected nervously about the past three days. It had been a long expedition wherein she found many mystical objects, most notably, the dragon seed. The night that she'd found it in the temple ruins she began feeling strange urges and beckonings from the relic, pushing her to plant the seed within herself. She tried to resist but eventually she lost all cares of consequences and gave into the seed's ancient power. She dropped the small red seed into the crotch of her panties, mashing it against her uncontrollably wet sex. The seed seemed to come alive, burrowing deep into her quivering slit. The moment that the seed became a part of her, she knew that things were happening within, mentally and physically. Sitting in her reclining seat, she could feel the seed dispersing, coming apart in her cervix, leaving behind only the core in her womb, and spreading the rest of its mystical contents throughout her body. Her heart pounded and her body throbbed with heat under her masculine outfit. Drenched with sweat, she got up and staggered to the bathroom compartment. Once locked inside, Tracy peered into the mirror with fascination and horror. Things about her were indeed changing: Tracy's face was loosing it's brute, mannish frame as her cheek bones slowly lifted, her nose shrinking and shifting: where it had looked large, sloped and broken, it now appeared small, up-turned and pert. Her skin grew incredibly soft and smooth; all blemishes and wrinkles fading away while her complexion was going from sickly pale-white to rosy and plush. The corners of her mouth twitched from a mixture of the transformation and fear. Her eyes were gradually turning from speckled brown to pure, deep green as tears began to well up. "Oh God, what's happening to meeee?," she whined aloud. She hadn't cried since she was five. This signaled the metamorphosis commencing on her mind. Ultimate femininity invaded her thought patterns, replacing her domineering, threatened personality with delicate submissive sensibilities. Her pussy felt as if it had caught fire and Tracy looked down at the wet spot now forming upon her crotch. A whimper escaped her lips for the first time ever as her fingers prodded at her groin through soaked khaki pants. Tracy quickly gave in and dripped her hand into her pants. She began thinking about her bull dyke lovers back home, but she couldn't concentrate as odd, foreign thoughts flashed through her mind. She was overcome with a new urge to be penetrated. Tracy wondered about the dildo back home that she never used, but knew instinctively that it wouldn't do; it wasn't enough. She needed more, badly. She needed the penetrator to be warm and throbbing, with a silkiness that could only be provided by human skin. She needed...cock?! Her eyes flashed open as she temporarily regained control of herself. She couldn't believe the thoughts that were now flowing through her head as if the desire was making up for a lost lifetime...she'd always detested men sexually. They'd always made her nauseous, but she was now beginning to find the idea more and more appetizing. Still looking at her wet crotch, a golden strand fell in front of her view. Tracy looked back up into the mirror obliviously to find long, thick locks of blond hair rapidly sprouting from her scalp. The process uprooted her original short, zipper-head hairdo, causing the mousy brown mess to fall to the floor in clumps. She used her one free hand to try holding her old hair in place as she started to panic. "Noooo!...," she pleaded, hearing that her voice was changing. What was once medium pitch and shrill was becoming lower pitched, husky and decisively sexier. "Not this, anything but this...it's…not...I...can't...stop this...please...", but to no avail. She felt a tingling in the fingers on her other hand, which was still at work on her crotch. Tracy pulled her hand out of her pants and raised it to her face. She watched as the juices from her sex took effect on her shrinking, slendering hand. The finger tips inched violently until five shiny red nails abruptly pushed their way out from under the old set. Upon closer inspection she found that they were actually razor-sharp claws! From a distance, however, they appeared normal. Once complete, she this time thrusted both hands back down into her pants and leaned back against the wall opposite the mirror. She began to trust what was happening to her: she was becoming a different person. Actually she was becoming the same blond bimbette that she'd grown up hating, but that didn't seem to matter anymore; none of her many grudges and vendettas did. For the first time in her life, she started to like the person in the mirror. An unsure grin crossed her lips as she stared at the friendly looking stranger before her. She could barely detect her canines lengthening subtly while her ears assumed a small point at their tips, both of which were covered by a new thick mane of blond hair. Tracy felt a warmth in her B cup tits as they began to swell, growing slowly larger and heavier inside her button-down collar shirt. She unbuckled her pants, letting them drop onto the floor as her hands shot up to clutch her breasts. They grew into her palms, slowly swelling larger and larger. Soon they were D cup size, but firm, with a perfect teardrop shape. They continued to swell larger and larger, stretching her shirt taut across her erect nipples. While she fondled her breasts she groaned as the other set of red claws slowly pushed out of her once normal hand. The feeling was fantastic; she had no choice but to accepted that the dragon seed was turning her into a sex goddess. She held her knees together and stared down at the struggling shirt buttons as it fought to contain her burgeoning bust. She felt her waist suck in, growing tighter, narrower and more tapered until it was exactly twenty seven inches. By contrast her hips flared out into a wider, even more inviting curve; now her drenched blue cotton panties were also fighting to maintain. Her ass lost all indication of fat, firming up and rounding out perfectly. All the loose flesh and muscle on her legs tightened and stretched as Tracy slowly grew to a height of six feet. As with her face, all of the bruises, bad spots, and blue veins vanished as her legs gained tone and definition. She hadn’t shaved in weeks, but the stubble sucked back into a pair of legs that now went on forever. A few minutes later, all physical and mental manifestations of her former hostile, muscular self had been torn away, and replaced with a thin, dainty, luscious form. She would never wear a "N.O.W." bandanna again. She looked over her new body and saw that the transformation had wiped away all of her "Men Suck" tattoos as well. "Speaking of which..." she thought to herself devilishly. The dragon seed was now instructing her to...

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Sat Jun 10 12:04:45 2000