#transformatio

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The old farmhouse looked abandoned, rusted metal roof with missing panels, no windows, rotting wood, a small plot of land with a rickety fence. For some reason though, it seemed… it seemed like it was calling to her. She could see in her mind how it must have used to look, small but quaint, well cared for, with a tiny garden and a barn big enough for a single horse.

Her feet shuffled forward like she was in a trance, she wasn’t even aware of her own movement. A horse, that’s exactly what the farm needed. She could see it’s long flowing tail, swishing behind it gracefully. Her shorts fell down a little as a small amount of hair poked over it’s edge and quickly grew outwards. The horse had beautiful legs, long and powerful, and small hairs began to covered her own legs as she envisioned the horse. The horse had to pointed ears that changed direction as it heard sounds, pointed ears much like her own. The horse was a powerful beast, a stallion with an impressive maleness, a rigid equine manhood… She could feel her heartbeat.

*Thud thud*

*Thud thud*

She could feel her heart beating as it pumped blood to her own massive horse like erectness. Her eyes drifted down to it, everything felt dreamlike until she locked eyes with the foot and a half of pure equine dick. Suddenly everything was in real time. The vision of the horse and the lovely farm left her, and suddenly she was just standing in the dandelion and weed filled grass surrounding the old farmhouse, sporting a variety of features befitting a pony, or more correctly…. a stallion.

Gator Done

Alice trudged through knee high swamp water slowly, the mud beneath her feet clinging to her boots as she moved. The muck covered blonde swatted at a large dragonfly that hovered near her head and pushed forward until she reached the chain link fence. It too was half submerged, and it took her a moment to get the old rusty lock to open. She had been excited at first when she found out that she had inherited a piece of land from a relative she barely knew, but her excitement turned to disappointment when she found out exactly what she had gotten into. An old factory that had been abandoned for at least twenty years, built on a small rocky stretch of land in a massive swamp. It had been raining non stop of late, and today was the first day that had been clear enough to brave the swamp to examine the property. She hadn’t expected to find most of the rundown building flooded and covered with vines and debris, but it had been abandoned for a long time.

Alice walked the length of the fence, occasionally ducking into the main building. Broken machines, old wet crates, a rusted out van, nothing of any real interest or value. Alice stopped to rest for a moment, she felt tired from fighting against the muddy soil, and the cold water was started to seep into her bones. Her back was stiff and achy, Alice worried for a moment that she may have pulled a muscle. She rubbed her sore back until she felt something that made her pause. A chill went up her spine, but this was one of fear more than cold. She felt something… something wrong, a trail of hard bumps on her spine. Alice removed her shirt, exposing her pale cleavage to the dim sunlight. Her hands rubbed over a bony scaly series of shapes and it led to a small shape just above her ass crack. She gingerly touched the squat lump of flesh hidden beneath her pants, and it wiggled a little as she focused on it. She nearly jumped out of her boots, and the yelp of surprise she let out disturbed a bird perched on the nearby roof. She had a tail.

Alice felt behind her again, this time under her pants. The… tail, already felt like it had grown larger, now easily longer than her middle finger, and surprisingly thick. It had that same leathery bony feeling like her spine, and though she couldn’t see them, she could feel scales running the length of her spine and spilling onto her back. Alice’s underwear was getting tight, the strange tail was still growing and it was running out of room in the fabric cage of her panties. Alice tried to ignore the tightness and trudge back toward the road. She just needed to get away from here, clearly there was something wrong with this place and it was doing something to her. Alice let out a low hiss of frustration, the rusty old gate had gotten stuck on something, and she was having difficulty getting it open again. The shape of Alice’s tail was noticeable through her pants, and the tight band of her panties dug into her flesh. She reached a clawed hand around the gate and wrenched on it, pulling it free with a brute strength that she hadn’t expected. Alice looked down at her hands and they trembled as she saw her nails had thickened into short claws, and yet more scales had covered her. The scales were the same color as her skin, and she thought that she looked like some sort of albino reptile.

With the gate removed, Alice pushed forward, her new found strength combating the pull of the muddy water. She was almost back to dry land when a sudden burst of growth had her tail rip free, tearing the backside of her underwear and pants as it surged in size. Alice tumbled forward and for a moment was submerged beneath the muddy waters. Slowly Alice rose, poking her head just far enough above the surface so her nose and eyes were clear. Alice shook her head and started to try and stand again. Her tail was easily the size of an arm now, and it was working it’s way to being as long as her leg and quite a bit thicker. Alice growled again, her tongue running over sharpened teeth as she scanned her surroundings. She found the “trail” if you could call it that, and started back toward her car. Clawed toes tore through her waterproof boots and by the time Alice made it to the road her clothing was all but destroyed. She had torn her bra in half with a clawed hand on accident when she realized that she was inexplicably growing a second pair of breasts, her shirt was left back at the factory, her pants were tattered shreds, and her feet had torn through her boots entirely now. Alice looked herself over in confusion.

Scales covered a vast portion of her backside, and a massive tail dragged behind her, it’s weight and size would have been unmanageable save for the strength and density of the muscles beneath her scaly flesh. Her hands and feet were scale covered in a similar way, and large claws made them look dangerous and reptilian. Alice growled as she tried to figure out why she felt so confused, and eventually it came to her. Why was she at her car? She should be back in the swamp, back at her home… With a sharp toothed grin Alice tore away the tatters of her pants and walked back toward the muddy waters of the flooded swampland, her thick white tail swaying behind her as she moved.