Her friends had been missing for weeks. They spoke of a cave where a great light fell from the sky long ago, fallen and forgotten save for the touch of the sun's warmth. It intrigued them, as ever; adventure lived in their young blood. Yet there was no crisis; no urgency. They had been missing for weeks; had they paid the price for their wanderlust? Were they lost? Abandoned? Hurt? She would keep their secret from the adults, but she couldn't ignore their absence any longer. She left to the cave; a short journey, but perilous and impossible for the adults.
The environment crackled with dryness, as if the very ground were little else but a massive dead leaf that snapped between her toes. At the base of the mountains she saw it - the cave. It seemed completely ordinary; how could this be so special, if at all? Whatever. Maybe her friends were inside, huddled and comforted by the sunlight spilling into the cave. One could where the 'great light' had fallen; a somehow modest hole in the 'roof' of the cave's mouth. It seemed shallow, actually; did it even lead into the mountain? How strange.
As soon as she stepped foot into the dimly-lit crevasse she felt hot. New emotions and desires flooded her in a hormonal storm, eyelids fluttering in unison with her twitchy twat. She collapsed on her hands and knees, shaking, panting... n-no! W-wait, stop! Stawhhh'HUNNNGHH!
She cums for the first time. Open-mouthed, eyes dilated. Speechless.
Her sight falls upon a fat stalagmite; fatter than the rest, the cave littered with a surprising amount of spires on both ceiling and floor. Moist; firm; useful. They spoke to her new urges and she conversed in turn, using the fat-based spire as a tool to please her swollen sex. Had it been growing? It must have been growing after that sudden outburst. She looks behind herself briefly - good grief, did she do that?! Not even Spike could drink that much... 'water'? Was that water? No, it came from her. Ducky-juice? Nawh, that didn't sound right. Nope nope nope.
She impales her body on the spire. She didn't even know why, really. To 'pleasure' herself? Then why was she screaming wide-eyed with impossible pain? The spire is warm; smooth.... used. Her swelling sex pounds against the base, the outline of the stalagmite bulging up through her torso. Was she always this fat? No, she's never been fat! Then why is her stomach... hic-bhuuurrpppf. Oh, no.
She feels sick to her stomach, but it's too late. Over 'n over she hurls, unable to stop bouncing on the pillar, each downstroke sending past meals retching up 'n out of her mouth. It's starting to feel warmer; better; harder. Her whole body 'sweats' violently - more of a prepubescent scale-oil, but anywho - each downthrust sending a palpable throb of something new; something wonderful; something grand through her body! She squeals in mid-puke, her spine twitching around 'n feeling electrical bliss lance through her t-to-to-tor-s-s-so'UNNGH--
SPLORGHTH--
Two fresh arms rip out of her sides, rubbing; feeling; wanting. Tactile pleasure threatens to throttle her brain, cooked with the bliss of feeling her swelling intestines. Did she have to shit? She was already shitting from both ends -- wait, when did she start doing that? It doesn't matter. It felt good to grope the stalagmite's spire; to grasp at the countless turds slugging up out of her dislocated mouth; to caress her too-taut body. She had surely ruptured a few things already. Wonderful.
Another orgasm kills her nerve endings, blacking in and out repeatedly until she awoke to the sensation of warmth beneath her feet. All four of them. Toes curling 'n clenching into her growing puddles of shit, vomit, and juices, feeling the increasingly violent farts ripping and spreading their warmth between the gaps of her mirrored toes. Warm; heady; heated; plump. Her tail twitches excitedly, fattening; spreading; becoming. All the better to fuck that warmth with.
Alas, the mutation has only just started. Her mind is gone; stupid; wretched, just like her friends. She can smell the rest of them in the cave's depths; beckoning. Ah, but she's not done yet, bouncing atop the spire - the great light from the heavens trapped into the ground and spreading its foulness into her body like a rancid prophecy made manifest - and she won't be 'til her body cracks through the cave, becoming one with the meteorite within. The earth is hardened for now. The poor girl; she's going to crack that shell soon, carrying with her something great and terrible inside the womb of her body. Great and terrible, just like her.
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