This time I wanted to write something darker than last time. This is supposed to be a horror with breast, ass, pussy expansion, gender change and other more unusual transformations. For those who are here only for the transformation scenes: there are small hints of transformations at the beginning, but the real show starts in chapter 3.
"She came out of the woods dirty, scared and with the biggest pair of udders I have ever seen on a woman, I tell you." Patricia frowned. "It must have been at least 80 years ago if I consider you are 93 and .." The old man interrupted her. "It has been 82 years and I still remember it as if it has happened yesterday. It was a sight you do not simply forget, I ensure you. She came back naked and with a barn sized rack." Patricia turned to the other girl Mia. "I think you do not need to mention this in the paper. It might be just his imagination or false memory if we consider his age." The man protested. "I may be old, but my memory is still good, young lady. She came out, all the folk gathered around her and people started asking what happened to her, she had been away for a week and we already had her for dead. But she was silent, she did not utter a word and just went back to her house and locked the door." Patricia nodded. "That was probably a post-trauma stress or something." "Not something! She had been cursed. She gave birth to a daughter three months after." "So she had been pregnant already..." "And then another baby girl and another. Seven daughters, all of them redhead and so pale they looked almost white. Something you do not see, really." Mia smiled and wrote all that down. "This sounds interesting, we can consider it a present day myth." The old man frowned again and finished his glass. "You call it myth, but it was ghastly! They all were pale and had one brown eye and the other one blue. Strange I tell you. There is something in the woods." Mia winked at the barman and ordered another glass of whiskey. "So if we consider that there were 7 daughters 82 years ago there is a chance some of them are still alive." The man nodded. "One of those devilish children lived nearby, I will write down the address for you." "This is very kind of you. We will mention you in our paper."
Outside the girls joined a guy in their car. He had a map in front of him and was obviously planning the trip. Patricia took her notepad and checked it. "So we can meet local sheriff, then there is the girl who saw the devil a year ago or so and we can also try to interview the devil's daughter. So what next? Did you figure out where to go in the woods?" Mike handed her the map. "The Redcrook forest is quite big and it seems not quite favourite among hikers. By the way: did you know there was an actual Redcrook village? It was located in the forest, but was abandoned after a big fire in 1892. It was here." He showed her a small place in the southern part of the forest. Patricia looked at it. "It does not seem to be so interesting. Does it have any relation to the legend of the Black one?" "None I was able to find, but the fire seems strange enough for me. Perhaps we can at least look around there." "We may, but let's not waste our time, we have only two days. I need to be back in university next week."
Someone knocked on the window. It was Pete, the second friend of theirs. He returned from local shop and brought provisions. Mia looked at the map and did not look too happy. "So how much do we need to walk to the place?" Patricia smiled. "Do not be afraid. It is just a trail in the woods, no mountains, we will get there and back in no time." Mia sighed. She was a post-doc in ethnography, not an adventurer.
The next one on the list was the sheriff. A middle age man that looked quite surprised when they asked him about the Black one. "You know, it is just a legend of the oldsters. Nobody really believes it any more. But 60, 70 years ago, it was quite different. Even my grand ma told me she saw strange things in the woods. They were afraid to go there after dark and some places they considered cursed and avoided even in daylight. I remember the legend of the Black man of the woods that steals small children and kidnaps women grand ma told me, but I suppose you heard it many times." Mia tried to look as polite as possible. "If you could tell us your version, then we can compare it with the others. We would like to publish a paper on it in Journal of American ethnography." The sheriff smiled and offered them chairs.
"About 150 years ago there was a small village in the heart of the Redcrook forest. The people there were mostly lumberjacks and hunters, strange folk that usually did not socialize much with the people from this town, they had their own customs, called the other people the outsiders and the other people were telling strange tales about them. They told tales about a dark place in the woods where silent whispers could be heard, trees were moving on their own, tales about something old dwelling there. The Redcrook folk knew about it and avoided it, but some claimed there was an old woman in the village that spoke with the whispers and offered them sacrifices to get youth and health in exchange. They rumoured she made a pact with a devil that appeared in the form of a dark man that walked the forest. Some of the outsiders became curious and spied on the forest folk. When they returned they spoke about dark places with old buildings built before the white man came to America and about dark voices they heard there, the weird unhuman voices. They claimed the old woman was a witch and was responsible for a couple of lost children from villages outside. In the end they took torches and weapons and came for the witch." Mia wrote everything down and the others grinned. It seemed she was the only one interested in the story. "Nobody knows what had happened there, but the village was burned down, many people died and the witch disappeared in the woods. Since then a couple of people saw a figure that could have been her, but if it had been her then she would had been over 150 years old at least. I myself went to the forest to the places where they claimed to had seen her and I saw nothing. Just old ruins."
Patricia asked. "One old man told us there was a kidnapped girl long time ago that returned to the town with ummm... large breasts." The sheriff chuckled. "Old Ted? It is his famous story, but nobody actually believes that. He enjoys telling it to young women and watching them blush.."
Patricia laughed on their way back to the car. "So the case of the haunted boobs is closed. Do you want to visit the supposed to be devil's daughter?" Mia frowned. "There was something about his story. I do not believe it is completely fake. Let's take a look at her, she lives nearby."
The house at the address was old and neglected. Huge tree was pressing against one of the walls and the roof was full of moss and grass. They did not expect anyone to be actually living there, but still knocked the door. To their surprise an old woman opened and looked at them with anger on her face. "What do you want? I do not buy." Patricia quickly took the lead. "We do not sell anything, old Ted told us about your mother and ..." The woman interrupted her. "The old jerk tells that to everyone who pays him a glass. It is a nonsense, now get out of my yard." Her pale face was turning red so the friends quickly left. "There is something about his story. Definitely.", Mike said. "Did you see her rack? It was huge! It hung bellow her belly. I bet.." Patricia laughed. "You do not have to tell us. We all saw that. Yes, she was quite busty. But did you notice her eyes? They were exactly as Ted said. One was blue and the other one brown. So even this part of the story was true. So what next?"
Mike frowned. "Do not want to try to speak with her. So what is next in your list? The newest witness?" Patricia checked her paper. "That is the last item in here."
It took several minutes to find the right house and then to explain what they wanted. Older woman who opened the door was obviously mother of the witness so they had to explain they are not police or FBI and they are here only to look for interesting story that may be a good example of recent American myth. The actual witness was a young girl around seventeen. She did not want to speak with them at the first, but when the mother left and they offered her fifty dollars she was much more open.
"You know I do not want to speak about it. My mum does not allow me to go to the woods.. We go there usually with my friends, because we need privacy, you know. I was there with two other friends, but they kinda left me, because they needed more privacy." Patricia smiled and tried not to roll her eyes.
"We were not far from the Redcrook ruins. We go usually there, some of the huts are still standing and we repaired one quite well, so we can hang out. So I went to the wood to umm, to bathroom, because the others you know... It was late afternoon, almost dusk and I stood at the edge of the woods and suddenly I saw a strange animal. It was as big as a cat or a small dog, but it had human face. And it was watching me. I tell you, I got goosebumps all over. Once it realized I saw it it just ran into the wood and I did not follow it, of course."
Patricia interrupted her. "But you say it was almost dark, so how can you be sure it was not a rabbit or something else." "Rabbit? It was walking on all fours, but when it stood on the hind legs it played with his hands and they were also human. It was horrifying. I turned and ran back to the hut, did not care what was going on in there and we all ran home. We are usually not afraid of the forest, but since then we never came there after dark. It is quite far, and those were maybe the worst three hours I spent in the wood." Patricia handed her the map. "Could you tell me exactly where it happened?" The girl showed a spot near the ruined village. "And I know what it was," she added triumphantly. "It was a familiar of the witch. They call him Brown Jenkin. Half human, half dog or rat. One of the old hags in the senior's home told me that." "This sounds interesting." Mia took her notepad and started writing. "Did she tell you anything more?" "She told me it was a gift from the Black man and the witch used it for errands. She also told me it is a bad omen to see it. But I guess that part was not truth. Nothing bad happened to me since then." "And what about other parts of the wood? Did you go anywhere else than the village?" "Yep, once we went to a weird place north of the village. We even saw some old rocks and walls there, but it was strange. You know the feeling you are trespassing? Like you are somewhere you should not be? We quickly left. One of our friends even lost his camera there. He did not want to return though. It was sooo strange. It was somewhere here near this gorge." Patricia drew a circle on the map. "They also say there is the house where the witch used to live, but we did not see it. It was burned down during the lynching, probably."
The girl was the last person to interview, so the friends parked the car and packed their backpacks. Mia was a bit afraid, she had never been hiking before and the prospect of spending night in a cursed forest was a bit unnerving for her. The others seemed to be quite confident and Mike even seemed to be thrilled. So she sighed and took her bag.
They decided to go to the ruined village, look around there, then maybe look deeper into the woods. It may give them a hint in which conditions the legend was conceived. "But we are going to make it in two days, right?" Mia asked when Patricia put the map into her bag. "Only one night in the burned village and then we'll go back, right?" Mike smiled. "Yes, I promise. There is nothing to be worried about. I have my military grade GPS, detailed map, satellite phone. There is no way to get lost in there." Pete laughed. "In the worst case I have my Colt, so we can even shoot the Brown thingie if it shows up."
They locked the car and Mia looked sadly at the town. The trail was quite wide and well visible, but as they went deeper into the forest it was obvious not many people walk these parts. The trail was full of bushes, fallen branches and thorny weeds, they did not walk fast. They all were thrilled they may see something unusual, to meet actual American legend, but in the end it looked like an ordinary hike.
The wood was quite dense and dark, only occasional meadows with yellow grass provided some light. Mike tracked their progress on the GPS and Patricia took some moody photos of autumn trees.
At 16:40 they arrived to a big clearing with ruined walls. "I guess this is the village. Let's look around." Patricia put down her bag and entered the nearest building. The others followed her example and spread around.
The village was ruined, it looked abandoned a long time ago, no roofs or ceilings survived the century and there were no signs of any inhabitants. In one of the better preserved huts they found an old cloth and small pile of cigarette butts so they considered it was probably the making out place of the youngsters.
They pitched their tents in the centre of the village. Mike and Pete went to the forest to get wood for a fire, the girls were still searching the ruins. "Pat? There are still some coals around here. This house was probably burned." Mia dug in the piles of dust and coals in the corner of one of the bigger huts. "Let me see." She quickly looked at nearest ruins. "It seems only some of them were burned and the rest just abandoned." Mia dug a bit deeper into the pile of dust and coals and a small piece of bone rolled out. She frowned and dug a bit deeper. The stick screeched on something solid, so she brushed it with her hand. "Oh god! There is a bone here!" Patricia quickly run to her. Mia was looking at the pile with scared face. There was a big bone in the centre and it looked definitely human. Patricia took a picture and then they both covered it with dirt.
The guys returned laughing. The carried a lots of wood. "Hey, girls! Look what we found. There is a Christmas tree back in the wood. It is full of these things." He handed Patricia a small object made of straw and clay. It resembled a human figurine (with enough imagination) with a pair of breasts and a piece of grass in the groin that was supposed to be a hairy vagina. Patricia took it and inspected it. "Looks strange. I have never seen this style. It does not look to be Indian or any European tradition." She poked the clay breasts and one flaked off. "Mia, look!" She wanted to hand it to Mia, but Mia was too shaken by the grave they found she did not care. "We found a bone. Human probably. Over there in the pile." She pointed at the ruined hut. "Show me the tree. I want to take a picture and maybe collect some samples." Pete laughed. "I already have my souvenir."
The tree was an ordinary tree at the edge of the forest. The figurines and ornaments were hanging on lower branches. All of them were made of straw and all resembled human bodies. Patricia took many photos and then looked for the best looking ones. She tore down a couple of them until she found one she was satisfied with and carefully wrapped it in paper. "I guess Peterson from department of native arts will love this."
It was getting dark and nobody was too eager to go to the other place, so they lit the fire and sat around it. They roased sausages they bought in the town and it all looked like a high school hike. They chatted and Pete opened a bottle of wine. "You know, I prepared quite well for this trip. In case any devil actually snoops around our camp I brought these." He opened his bag and took out two camera traps. "I will set them up and in case something shows up we will have it there." Mia looked quite worried. "Aren't we going to guard? No way we all sleep at the same time, someone needs to watch. This place is spooky." Pete laughed. "So the legends about the witch have gotten into your head? I don't think something would come, but in any case myself and Mike will guard you, girls." Patricia smirked. "We are in 21st century already, guys. I will guard as well."
Pete set one of the traps on the nearest wall to cover the camp and the other one on a tree to cover the widest trail leading to the forest.
Patricia was preparing for the sleep, when she noticed that her breasts are not only tender, but at least a cup size bigger then yesterday. The others were nearby and she was a bit ashamed of inspecting her breasts in front of them, so she just crawled into her sleeping bag and and probed them with her hands. Clearly she felt increased volume. The new flesh was very firm and she was even happy. She only wondered how this could happen and if it was because of her period. So she adjusted her sport bra and took a warm shirt for the night.
Mike was the second one to stand guard. The night was windy and full of noises. The leaves and branches were rustling and the fire was almost off. He had to admit to himself that it was quite unsettling. Once or twice he had the feeling that he is being watched and once he thought he heard more just than a rustling noises of branches in the wind, but he never saw anything.
They checked the traps in the morning, but even thought they had been tripped a couple of times it had been only because of wind.
Even thought the weather seemed to be worsening and the wind brought clouds they all had much better mood than yesterday. They packed their camp in fifteen minutes, had a quick breakfast and prepared for the second day.
When Patricia zipped up her jacket she noticed it is quite snug around her chest. Others seemed to be quite busy, so she turned her back to them and inspected her breasts. They grew at least a cup since yesterday and the nipples were very puffy. She thought about telling the others, but in the end she did not. When she took her bag and walked the trail she felt her nipples brushed much more against tthe material of the bra.
"So lets have a look at that dark place the legend spoke about. I would like to take some pictures. It may be good for the chapter about the environment the legends start in." Patricia smiled. Mia cheered up , but was still a bit uneasy. Pete took the map. "If I may guess the gorge is here between those hills. There are no other places where it may be. No rivers, no other hills." Mia looked at it. "And are we going to make it in a singe day?" "It is not further than six miles, so yes." "Six miles? We need to get to the place and back to the civization today. So let's hurry. I do not want to spend another night here."
They chose a trail heading north and went into the woods. The trees were rustling in the wind and the trail was full of dry branches and overgrown grass. They progressed slower than they expected.
Around noon they came to a crossroad. Pete consulted the map and pointed to a small trail to the north. "It seems we are half way there. We should hurry if we don't want to spend the nigth in the gorge." "Hey! Look!" Patricia pointed at a stake that was hammered in the middle of the thin trail. There were two planks crossing each other nailed to the top in a clear sign. Patricia brushed moss and dust down. "There was something written up here, but it is illegible now. The sign must be ancient, the nail is rusty."
Mia sighed. "Do you think it is a good idea to go there?" The others laughed. "There is nothing to worry about. The bad things happened more than hundred years ago. Have some drink", Mike handed her a small bottle. It was whiskey.
The trail was thin, but surprisingly there were no trees of bushes growing out of it, so they strode quite fast. At 3 PM they finally arrived to two small hills with a steep gorge between them.
The atmosphere was thick and they all went silent. They felt a strange threat hanging in the air and even birds seemed to avoid it. They put down their bags and went into the gorge. All of them went there except for Mia, who insisted on guarding the bags.
The gorge was surprisingly short. They walked around moss covered rocks and then suddenly reached a small clearing. It was a meadow bordered by old crooked trees with nine large rocks in the middle. Patricia took her camera and started taking pictures of the rocks. They seemed to be ancient, covered with strange weathered glyphs and moss. She tried to brush it off to read the writing, but the glyphs were distorted and indistinct, the sandstone was weathered and crumbled under her fingers. She took a couple of pictures and walked to the centre of the clearing. She was attracted by a small crooked tree growing next to a large boulder in the middle of the stone circle. She took picture of the strange menacing tree and noticed something strange. The tree had huge roots grabbing onto the ground like a clawed hand, but the root directed to the centre of the clearing was turned up like a serpent head or, she had to admit, like a huge erect penis. She smiled and knelt next to it. It was quite strange: the appendage was clean of moss and the tip was almost polished. She cautiously touched it with her hand. It was smooth, obviously alive, she even felt a hint of unnatural warmness. She took a couple of pictures of the thing and wanted to look at the other parts of the clearing, but then an idea crawled into her head. She quickly looked around, because she was afraid the others may mock her, but when she saw they are busy with their own investigations, she turned back to the root and grabbed it with her hand. It felt quite good, the shape was so arousing and she even imagined it may throb in her hand. Her single hand was too small to clutch it whole though, so she grabbed it with both hands. It was so wide only her fingertips touched. She slid her hands up and down the shaft and whispered: "You are quite a big man, aren't you." She grinned and took one more picture of the root.
Pete went to the boulder in the middle of the clearing. It was flat, not higher than three feet and the top was smooth as if polished. He sat on it and inspected shallow holes and dents that covered the whole rock. His palms were sliding on the smooth surface and he suddenly noticed there is a strange pattern formed by the holes. Next to him was a large shallow hole in a shape of two large hemispheres with a small ridge in the middle, then two smaller ones that looked almost like a palms with spread fingers in the centre of the boulder and two longer next to the big bowl at the edge. "Hey! Pat, come here. You should take a picture of this."
Patricia quickly looked at him, her face blushing. "What did you find?" she asked with almost trembling voice. "This seems strange almost as if someone actually sat here and left an imprint. Someone with a big ass." Patricia came with a camera and tried to find the best light for the photo. "This looks like an imprint of a knee and these like hands. Almost as if.." She hesitated. "As if someone knelt here."
Mike was inspecting one of the standing rocks and found a small stash of small objects in a tiny niche. "Guys, I found something. Something fresh. Seems someone was here couple of weeks ago."
They all gathered around him. There was a clay figurine, this time sculpted in much better detail, a figurine of a man with couple of notches for eyes, mouth and nipples. He took it and almost yelped. There was a blood dripping from the statuette. He quickly turned it around and found out it was dripping from a small piece of flesh with hair that was glued to the head of the figurine. "Oh god! This is fresh! Someone must have put it here almost yesterday." "That is gross!" Patricia pointed at the pile in the niche. There was also a human ear with remains of skin.
They all quickly stepped back from the niche and Mike dropped the statuette. "I think I have enough. It is getting dark and no way for me to sleep nearby." Pete said resolutely. They all agreed and quickly walked back to Mia. Patricia looked at the root for the last time and thought about the feeling of the firm, juicy wood in her hands.
Mia was scared, but fine. When she asked why all of them are pale and what happened they just quickly told her they found disgusting old things. She did not insist on learning the details, so they quickly grabbed their bags and strode back to the camp site.
It took longer than expected, they lost their way a couple of times and after the sunset they had to use flash lights.
Patricia felt that her breasts stuffed her sport bra to the limit and started overflowing under her arms. She didn't dare to look, but she guessed they had grown to a C cup at least. It felt strange, but she was not concerned at all. He mind was still occupied by the memory of the big wooden cock in her hands. She was imagining what it would feel like to let it penetrate her tight pussy, the horrible size of the thing, the smooth surface. It reminded her that she had not have man for three weeks and started to feel horny.
Both guys walked quickly and to reach at least the ruined village before the night, but had their deal of problems as well. Their chests felt tingly and itchy and they both felt an extra bounce when they walked. They did not discuss it, but they both felt there is something wrong with both of them.
When they reached the crossroads Mia was so happy she almost applauded. She was scared as hell that they would not find the correct path and would get lost in the woods. The flash lights did not provide much light and the shadows they cast were scary. To make everything worse the weather worsened and light drizzle was soaking the forest.
They pitched tents near the sign at the crossroads and Mike tried to light a fire, but everything was wet. After ten minutes he gave up. Mia was frightened by the prospect of night without fire and they had to force her to drink a sip of whiskey to calm down.
Mia shared a tent with Pete. They were undressing from the wet clothes and when Pete took off his shirt he almost screamed. There were two obviously womanly breasts on his chest. All of his chest hair fell off and the breasts were perfectly smooth with quite large nipples that stood erect. "Oh god! What has happened to me?" Mia yelped, she did not know what to say. Mike quickly ran to them and when he saw startled Pete and his new endowments he also lifted his shirt. His chest underwent the same transformation. His breasts were even bigger than Pete's.
"How this could happen? This is not normal. Pat, come here!" Patricia was sitting in her tent and thinking about the wooden monster cock. She could not let it go, it filled her mind with arousing images and she was unable to focus. She even did not notice that her hands were drawn to her crotch and started caressing her pussy. When Pate shouted she did not care. She woke up from her horny intoxication only after Pete opened the tent and shook her. "Are you okay? We were shouting at you. Something horrible have happened to us."
They all gathered in front of the tents, both guys already covered their chests. "How this could happen?", Pete asked with dejected voice. "Can any herb cause this?" Patricia still had trouble focusing, but tried hard. "We did not eat any herbs. Not any I would be aware of. I must admit I have the similar problem." She said and lifted her shirt. On her chest jiggled also two C cup breasts, but in this case it looked almost natural. "They have grown since yesterday." They all turned to Mia. Her eyes widened, but she quickly shook her head. "I do not know how it could happen. Mine are still the same." And as a proof she thrust her B cup breasts forwards. "What did we do?", Patricia thought aloud. "Why our boobs grew and yours did not. What did we do you did not?" Then it came to her! "The dolls from the tree. We touched them and Mia didn't!" They quickly searched the bags. Pete cautiously covered his hands with his shirts and brought the dolls as far into the wood as he was brave to go. He hoped that his boobies would eventually return to their manly shape.
"Are we going to guard the camp?", Patricia asked. "Yes, first me, then Mike and you the last one?" Patricia shook her head. "You can go to sleep. I do not feel sleepy, so I can have the first watch."
Pete set up the traps again, even though they did not expect to actually see anything. The night was windy and even though it stopped drizzling the visibility was low due to light fog. Patricia was happy she could sit alone in front of the tents. She waited for the others to fall asleep and started playing with her pussy. It was all wet, her panties were soaked and she was desperately horny. She did not remember being so horny in her whole life. She slipped a finger into her slit and started pumping, but it was not enough. First she thought about a black muscular guy with a big cock as usual, but her mind inevitably brought an image of the wooden monster. It reminded her the wonderful feeling when she had it in her hands and she imagined it to was alive and throbbing in her hands. Like a huge penis, writhing snake or muscular tail of the beast it was coiling in her hands and searched for the sweet entrance to her pussy. After an hour she was almost insane from arousal, but her pussy refused to cooperate. She could not climax regardless on how hard she tried. She searched her things, but did not find anything that would satisfy her, nothing was at least remotely similar to dildo or big enough. In her dream like state she zipped her jacket, made sure the others are asleep and went down the trail.
The woods in the night were an unsettling place, but Patricia did not mind. She was thinking of the thick cock that would stretch her pussy to its limits and didn't mind the rustling noises or the shadows swirling around trees. The journey was long, but her arousal almost forced her forwards, she even ran a couple of times.
In a couple of hours she stood at the entrance of the gorge. In the night it looked even more menacing, but she was eager to see the thick root that seemed to attract her so much. She almost ran through the passage and stepped into the circle of the stones. In the dim light of her torch the root seemed to be even more alive than before. She hastily pulled down her pants, tossed them on the flat boulder and with swaying hips stepped to the root. "Hello, big boy. I have been dreaming of you." She stepped forth to have the root in between her legs and brushed her pussy against the round slippery top. She almost came when the cold tip touched her cunt for the first time. She squatted down a bit and let the huge cock slowly slid into her. It was so arousing! The top slid inside a few inches, but she needed more. The few inches were just a hint of all the pleasure she may get. The top was thinner and slippery, so it slid inside without any effort, but then the root became thicker. She had to spread her lips with her fingers and forcefully push herself lower. The huge girth of the thing made her scream. Her hole was stretched over its limits and new limits were set. She pushed hard and the root was sliding into its place. Her pussy ached like a hell, but she was aroused beyond belief and did not feel a thing. Soon she squatted almost on the ground and the gigantic cock was buried deep inside her. She screamed as if she hadn't been in the middle of the woods but rather in her safe bedroom. She did not remember being so horny, aroused or pleasured in her whole life. The root was sliding in and out of her cunt, the wetness was dripping to the ground and her whole body seemed to be wrapped around the thing. The root was slowly entering depths of her body and her pussy was changing in progress. The lips were stretched never to return to their original small size, the canal inside that was wrapped around the thing swelled into new shape to be able to swallow a cock as long as a forearm.
She did not mind the surroundings, but still some small part of her brain noticed strange noises on the hill over the gorge as if something was walking there. She did not mind, because she had been impaled on the biggest fucking cock she ever saw.
It took long for her to reach satisfaction, she had to pump it for many minutes before she felt the familiar spasms of coming orgasm. When it came it hit her like a hammer. She screamed, her body shaking, eyes rolling. She almost fainted and fell to the ground, but her body was held in place by the stake she was impaled on.
Many minutes later she awoke from the dream. She still squatted on the root, but suddenly noticed what had been happening over last hours. The forest became darker, it was much more sinister and she became afraid.
Carefully she got up and the cock slid out of her. She looked at her crotch and almost yelped. Her tortured pussy had been stretched to much bigger size. It seemed her lips grew a bit and the hole was gaping where her small pink slit used to be. She poked it with her fingers and almost jumped. The cunt was both sore and sensitive. The light touch was enough to remind her the pleasure and her arousal grew again. But this time she noticed she was in the dark place and there was probably something hidden that was watching her.
She picked up the light, but was too afraid to look around, so she carefully pointed it under her feet. She grabbed her pants that still laid on the flat rock, pulled them up and ran for the camp. Her heart was racing, legs were tired and she could not close them together, because as soon as her thighs touched her pussy it itched and hurt. She ran with her legs spread and tried not to notice strange shadows behind the rocks.
She felt a big relief when she ran out of the gorge and ran as fast as she could with her sore cunt to the camp.
It was almost morning when she came there and was grateful all the others were still asleep. She sat in front of the tent and tried to look as if she had been guarding the camp for the whole night.
"Good morning", Pete looked out of the tent and seemed to be a bit angry. "Why didn't you woke me up for the watch?" "I was not tired, so I stayed up whole night. I thought the long sleep would do you good." "The agreement was that we share the watch." He was looking at her with strange expression and she hoped he would not notice her swollen crotch and reddened face.
"No watch? What happened?" Mike's head emerged from the tent. "Pat decided we should have more sleep and watched all by herself", Pete frowned. They all seemed to be angry, only Mia was silent as usual.
They packed their stuff and went on. The weather was even worse than before, it soon started to drizzle and in the afternoon it turned into rain. Mike was leading them according to his GPS, but something seemed to be wrong. "Hey guys, this is strange. The signal is fading, it needs to search for the signal every other minute and each time I found it the position changes. I have never seen anything like this." Mia sighed. "So you are telling us you have no idea where are we?" "No! We still can follow the trail on the map. But it is strange."
They all strode and their mood worsened. Patricia was the last in the group, she was afraid they may ask stupid questions about her gait. Her pelvis hurt a bit and her pussy was itching. She felt it twitch under the fabric of the pants. There was something happening down there and she was a bit afraid. After an hour she told them she need to stop and pee and hid behind a bush. She pulled down her pants and gasped. Her pussy had grown a lot! Her once small pussy changed into a gaping hole. Her lips were peeking out of the slit a great deal and were dark violet. She cautiously pulled one of the folds of swollen skin and was surprised how big it was. Big and sensitive. The single touch was enough for her to feel aroused. She slid one finger into the black moist hole and the hole swallowed it effortlessly. She almost did not feel it, so she slit there second and third finger. Her arousal grew to another level and she noticed huge clitoris peeking out of the fleshy hood. It was as big as her pinky finger and throbbed. She swallowed hard, memories of the huge cock flooded her head and she noticed the smell that came out of her gaping cunt. She pulled up her panties, but her lips were too big to fit inside and poked around the crotch part of the panties and brushed against her thighs. She tried to stuff them inside, but it just lead to further arousal, so she gave up and pulled up her pants. Her pants were really tight now and she noticed that her hips widened a bit. Her huge cunt was outlined under the snug fabric and when she stood up she felt arousal grow. Huge camel toe was clearly visible, so she tried to fix her jacket around her pelvis and hoped the others would not notice. She took a couple of steps and froze. Her cunt brushed against the fabric, thighs and her swollen lips also brushed against her big clitoris so the walk was both itching and arousing.
She returned to the others and the walked on. They progressed, but after a few hours it was obvious they were lost. They did not recognize any trees or rocks they passed around and there were no signs of civilization. Rain was also terrible, they all got wet and prospect of building tents in the rain was awful. But these were not the only issues they had. Both guys felt their breasts grew again and now they bounced and brushed against their shirts making the walk uncomfortable.
Around noon they finally came to a familiar place, but when they realized where they were Mia almost broke into tears. They stood at the entrance of the gorge. "Fuck!", Mike cursed. "I thought I knew where are we going. This is strange. But if we hurry then we may get to the village in the evening. At least we know where are we."
They turned around and walked the trail again. Patricia looked into the gorge and fought the impulse to go there and fuck that marvellous cock again. Her pelvis grew a lot since morning and her pants were stretched to limit. Her pussy had to be huge, she did not look, but the huge mound in her crotch hinted that her lips had to be enormous. When she was walking last she occasionally brushed her clit under the fabric with her fingers and her arousal was filling her brain with intoxicating memories of the root.
They walked for many hours, but there was no sign of the village or even the crossing with the sign. The forest was dark due to the rain, so at 5 PM they decided to build a camp. Patricia squatted down to get torch from her bag and felt her pants broke. Her wide hips finally tore the seams. She quickly covered it with her hand and hoped nobody noticed it.
Pete opened his bag and searched for a bottle he had there, but he suddenly yelled. He held a figurine of a busty woman his hand. "What the hell! I saw you throwing it away! How did it get in here!" He looked at Patricia. "How did you guard the camp? Or did you put it there? This is not funny!" Patricia was lost in her horny dreams so it took her several seconds to regain reason. "What?" "Someone put this awful thing into my bag. Do you know anything about it?" "Of course not! Why the hell would I do it?" "I'm not telling it was you, but you were the only one who was not asleep." "Maybe you put it there yourself!" They argued for several minutes, but then Patricia crawled into her sleeping bag angrily and said she does not want to speak with them any more.
They wanted to dismiss it, but then Mike found another figurine if his bag, so they all searched their back packs and found one in each of them even in Mia's. They argued about whether they forgot to throw it away or not, but then Mia pointed out she did not have one, because she did not want to touch them and broke into tears. Mike burned the figurines, but failed to lit the camp fire, because there was no dry wood around.
Patricia lied in her sleeping bag and felt uneasy. She wore only panties, but they were too small to cover her huge cunt. It grew a lot since morning, her lips were too big to be contained and the pussy grew even longer reaching to her belly, her pelvis was wider and she also felt a thick bush in her groin. She probed her crotch with her finger and the pussy was getting wet. Soon the tent was full of her smell.
It seemed Mike noticed something, because he seemed to be uneasy as well and thrashed in his sleeping bag. Patricia did not want to draw attention, so she tried to calm down and waited until Mike was breathing deeply and seemed to had fallen asleep. Then she pulled down her panties and caressed her cunt. There was not much space in the sleeping bag, but it seemed to be enough. She was kneading, probing and poking her snatch, but her orgasm did not come.
Half an hour later she was horny beyond comprehension and when her hands did not help she decided she needed it so bad she would wake up Mike. Silently she crawled out of her sleeping bag, took off her shirt and lied next to him. She carefully unzipped his bag and slid her hands into his pants. He was asleep, but as soon as she touched him he opened his eyes. She muffled his scream by one hand and started jerking his cock with the other. He seemed to be surprised, but soon succumbed to her and unzipped his bag as well.
Tent was full of erotic musky smell of Patricia's pussy and Mike seemed to be prepared: his cock was rock hard and even though it was much much smaller than the wooden cock Patricia hoped he would suffice. She smiled at him hungrily and squatted over his crotch. Her huge pussy was swollen, her lips dark violet and her clitoris was almost as big as thumb. Mike's eyes widened when he felt her moist lips engulf his cock but Patricia pushed him to the ground and he submitted. It felt so good at the beginning. She slowly rode his cock (that was smaller than the root but still above average), but soon found out the pleasure it brings is not enough. Her pussy was swollen and wet, but by far too big to clench around his cock. She tried to change positions, but it did not help. In the end she almost screamed from frustration. Mike was not aware of her disappointment and when she sat next to him and told him his cock is too small so she needs him to stick his fist into her huge hole he was surprised.
She lied in front of him and spread her legs. The huge pussy opened in front of him, huge gaping hole with nether lips so big they protruded at least an inch from the fleshy slit and raging red clitoris looking like a small glans. Mike at first he tried to stimulate her clitoris, that was throbbing and moving under his finger, but when angry Patricia directed his hand into the folds of her pussy he protested. They had been silent until then, but Mike protested and whispered. "No! Please! this is wrong. What happened to you?" "I need it! Just fist me, please. Stick your hand into me!" She sat in front of him and the gigantic cunt was gaping open. "I'm so horny. I do not mind you have boobs.." "What?" Mike grabbed his pants and was pulling them up. "Cover yourself", he spat angrily. Patricia was desperate. She needed to fill her pussy, to sate the hunger she felt. She needed it so much she pushed herself onto Mike and started fighting him. She grabbed his arm and struggled to stick it into her cunt. In a minute they toppled over the ten.
The muffled screams woke the others and when they understood what was happening they pulled Mike away from Patricia's grasp. She stood in front of them naked with her extremely wide hips and dripping huge pussy. "She tried to rape me!" Mike was zipping up his pants. "We were sleeping and suddenly she came down on me and tried to rape me. She is ill. Look at her crotch." Patricia herself looked down and even she was surprised how big and obscene her pussy has become. "I'm so horny, help me!" She pinched her violet lips with both hands and spread her cunt wide open. "I need it! I need something big." When she saw the others are perplexed by her she simply grabbed the flash light and ran into the dark, her hips swinging wildly.
The others silently watched her run away in the direction of the dark gorge. Soon the light disappeared among the trees. They stood silently and Mia was crying. They sat in the remaining tent and tried to figure out what to do. They decided they would stay here, nobody was willing to follow Pat into the dark. It took several hours for them to calm down. Mike stayed awake and watched over them, but was too tired so he fell asleep.