A few of you may read this, and actually like it. I don't much care,
see'n as how I done got my thrills writin' this thang. But ifn's ya do like it... drop a line.
Don't read this if you shouldn't, can't, are under age, over age, under medical supervision, should
be under medical supervision, or want to be under medical supervision. Thank you.
First, you should know a little more about me. As I
begin this tale, I stand 5' 10" and weigh around 220lbs. I had dark blonde hair and blue eyes,
nicely tanned skin from fishing all summer, and a rather muscular build.
I had spent the entire summer either fishing or
hunting on the river.this one particuler day was very hot, and a perfect day for just lazing around
goofing off. I was in my 14' aluminum boat, with a line in the water, and I just floated down a
small slew, letting my thoughts wander. One of these days, I'll figure out that I'm better off when
I don't do that.
My friend Doug had warned me about this slew. He had told me all kinds of crazy
stories about people meeting strange creatues here and never being the same again. But he had made
the mistake of telling me about a 90lb. fish that lived out here, as well. So far, nobody had been
able to keep it, but I was going to have a bluecat dinner, or my name was Mudd.
As I floated along, trailing one hand in the water,
I began to doze off. As I was just about to close my eyes, I had a hit! I sat up with a start, but
it was gone. I rebaited my hook, and settled down to wait. That bastard would be back. I knew it
was him, I had felt it when he hit: this was one big son-of-a-whale.
I didn't have to wait long. Less than ten minutes
later he hit again. I waited for him to take it and run, but this guppy didn't get to be no 90lb.
monster by being stupid. He was testing me, just as I thought I was testing him. I settled in for
what looked to be a long battle of grit.
As I waited, my mind drifted back to the stories
Doug had told me about this place, and this fish in particular. He said this place had something
strange in the water, and it affected some of the oldest critters around here. He had told me that
this fish I was playing with had been here for almost 50 years! Doug would know, since he was
getting pretty close to that himself. But what was more, I belived Doug knew some kind of
Magic.
Normally, I would have laughed at the thought, but I
had seen the man do some pretty amazing things. Like diving to the bottom to the river and staying
there for almost ten minutes, pulling loose an old sunken boat. The same boat I was in now. Things
like this gave me pause, and I thought to myself, "If I'm right about him, what does that say
about this place? If Doug won't even come down here, with fish this good..." I mean, it seemed
that nobody ever came back here, and that was pretty damn strange. It was part of the reason
that I was here now, to see WHY everyone was so scared of this place.
I suddenly realized that I had drifted asleep. I
don't know why, but I just had a feeling, so instead of sitting upright immediately as I would have
done, I slowly opened my eyes to look around. And I saw him.
He was just floating on top of the water, looking at
me, and he was BIG. He must have been over 4 feet long, and I have never seen a catfish such
a color of blue. Then I almost lost consciousness again, cause the damn thing TALKED!!
"Damn, boy, you must have had some
pretty big balls to have come all the way back here. But just the same, we don't like company. Be
sure you tell that to the other would-be fishermen when you get back." It spoke with an accent
even more southern than my own, sounding for all the world like Roy D. Mercer. Then it dawned on me
what he had said.
"What do you mean, "must have had"?,
I asked. But as I spoke I got my answer, as my voice raised a octave with each word. With some
hesitation, I looked over the edge of my boat and into the water. Gasping, I drew back from the
edge and looked at my hands. They had pink nails!
"You son of a bitch!", I screamed,
"You turned me into a girl!!" It was true, I was rapidly becoming a teenaged babe. My
hair was still the same length, but a lighter shade of blonde. Looking down at my smooth, hairless
legs, I noticed the crotch of my cut-off denim shorts. They pulled tight across a flat space which
should have contained Pedro. But the most noticeable change was on my chest. Pulling out the collar
of my sleeveless grey shirt was not neccesary, but I did it anyway. It now housed a perfect pair of
C-cup breasts.
"God damn it, you had better fix this, and I
mean fast!" I tried to throw the menace into my voice which had come so easily before. Now I
just sounded like a whiny little girl.
"You're right", the fish drawled, "I
didn't get that quite right." My relief vanished, however, when I felt my chest surge
outwards. As it pushed against the thin material of my shirt, I felt my freshly padded ass speading
out even farther, pulling my shorts all the tighter. After my hair had grown down to touch the seat
behind me, i found my voice.
"What do you think you're doing?", I
asked, listening to my voice drop into a husky alto. "You didn't do enough damage the first
time?"
"Apperently not,", he responded, "I
figured that just bein' turned into a girl would scare you enough to make you go away and never come
back, but I guess not. Will you leave now?" he asked.
"Hell, no!", I shouted. "I ain't going anywhere till you change me back."
I tried to cross my arms, but my chest had just now stopped growing, and an ominous tearing sound
warned me not to tax the material too much.
"Look, kid," the fish began. "If
you will go away, I will give you a present. I'm sure a horny young girl like you might find it fun
to play with." Before I could snap at him that I didn't want to stay this way, he disappeared
beneath the waters, splashing me with his tail as he went! A wave of dizzyness overtook me, and
when it passed, all I could do was groan.
If that damn fish thought that this was going to
stop me, he was mistaken. You see, I had suddenly found myself chest deep in surf at the beach,
wearing a tight white t-shirt, a pair of even tighter pink spandex short-shorts, and NOTHING else.
As I trudged toward the shore, I noticed that an increasingly pleasant feeling was spreading through
my chest. Looking down, I saw that my nipples, now the size of thimbles, were making their presence
known. As I arrived on the shore, the attention I was receiving made me wonder if I was going to
find my way back as easily as I had hoped to.
As I walked down the beach, I noticed that I seemed
to be bouncing more than I had when I first arrived. I stopped at a nearby port-o-john to assess
the situation, and found that I was indeed bigger. My chest had put on at least a few inches, and
so had my ass. It was starting to jiggle when I walked, also. In addition (as if this wasn't bad
enough) I seemed to be 2 or 3 inches shorter, though my growth made sure my shirt and shorts were
tighter than they were to begin with.
I let out a groan at the attention this would cause,
and ardently wished that I had something to better cover myself with. Then lo and behold, my shirt
dried out and lengthened to just barely cover the bottom of my thong-clad ass cheeks! Needless to
say, this gave me pause, but my relief was short lived when my tits and ass had another growth spurt,
causing my nipples to nearly hang out the front of my new dress, while the bottom of my ass DID. I
wished for the dress to grow to cover them, which it did. And then I grew out of it, again. I
began to realize that the more I wished, the more I grew. I stopped to think, what was the best
wish I could make to get me out of here? What were the limits to this power? For this had to be
the gift that the Fish had given me, but why would he make it that much easier to get home?
"Okay, lets test this," I said to myself,
yet again wincing at the sound of my voice. "I wish I was home." Nothing. "I wish
I were myself again." Again nothing. At least I didn't grow any with these null wishes. I
hated the thought, but I had to test this power, so I made soem easier wishes. "I wish I was
wearing sweatpants and a sweat shirt with a very stretchable jogbra." And so I was wearing
skintight sweatpants and a sweat shirt and tight jogbra that stretched when I grew. But no panties.
And man, was it obvious! "And some panties too, damn it!" I shouted. I should
have learned to be more precise in my wishes: the damn power had me dressed in PINK clothes, skin
tight, a very low-cut sweater and bra, and now THONG underwear. It pissed me off. It also seemed I
couldn't reverse any wishes or changes. I could only alter them further.
But when I tried my power out on a cute girl laying
on a towel, making her clothes vanish and her proportions match mine, I realized that this gift
COULD be fun afterall! If I could just get home before sundown. If I got too carried away, it
wouldn't take long before I was unable to walk, so I thought I should just put a lid on it and keep
walking 'till I figured out how to get home without being raped!
It wasn't long before I was struck with an idea!
Running back to the shocked girl on the beach towel taught me why "large" women don't run
very often, but damn it, I had an idea! I ran up to the girl and stood before her, my
breathlessness due to her naked curves as much as from being beaten to death by my boobs. Finally I
recovered enough that I could talk, and quickly made a wish. I wished that she wanted to leave the
beach, and would take me back home on the way. I felt my jogbra stretch to hold my swollen mams,
but then a tightness drew my attention "behind" me. I hadn't asked for stretchable
panties.
I was really starting to dislike this whole wishing
business, until the girl trying to wrap herself up in her towel introduced herself as Jamie, and asked who I
was here with. I had chosen this girl 'cause I figured I would be safe from the advances of guys
like me. And it worked, sorta. She offered to take me home, but on the way I found out that Jamie
was bi. Well, after the whole "gas, grass, or ass, nobody rides for free!" bit, I
got an unlooked-for testdrive of this body. So did Jamie.
After she dropped me off at the boat launch, she
gave me her number and told me to give her a buzz anytime, and next time, bring some friends.
Likable girl, huh? "A guy could get used to this," I thought as I climbed into my boat.
Don't ask me how it got there, 'cause I don't know.
And so, after finding my way back to the slew just
in the nick of time (actually, with half an hour to spare before sundown) I found that I was again
in the body I had been forced into before being teleported into the surf at the beach. Looking
around for any obvious cause for this, I heard a slight splashing sound over the side of my boat.
Looking, I found that that damn redneck catfish had made his grand entrance, and apparently he
wasn't done with me yet.
"Ya did quite a job getting back here, yeah.
Got pretty creative with ma litle "present" didn't 'cha? Well, how about it, you willin'
ta call it quits now? I'll letcha keep this sexy-yet-realistic body and you can git yer pretty lil'
tuckus outta here."
I had barely given it a thought and was about to say
this, when I thought of Jamie. I could get into her pants anytime I wanted in this body, she had
even told me this. And it hadn't been THAT bad, really. And yet... "No. I want to be me
again. Gimme yer best shot."I couldn't believe I had hesitated, but it seemed the fish had
anticipated this. He had his shit together for his next little game.
"Okay honeypie, just remember, let me see that
sexy little keister of yours before the next full moon, or yer stuck." And with that, he, my
boat, and the river were gone. I was in a stranger body, and a stranger situation, than last time,
and I had no fuckin' clue where I was!!!!
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