Daylight slipped slowly through the pores of the curtains, illuminating the worn-out room with its fragile warmth. On the bed lay a girl in the flower of her youth with black hair...
No one would miss her.
No one would ask about her except the apartment owner after a few weeks.
No one would know about her corpse until the smell of rot emanated from it.
But...
The pulse returned slowly. The veins were quenched, and the skin regained its color slowly and steadily. Then suddenly...
She rose in panic, throwing that monitor to hit the ground, breathing rapidly like someone who had held their breath for eons.
"W.. W... Wait?!
Wasn't I dead? No, impossible."
Mark rose from his place, looking at the old white room:
"NO WAY.
I have moved to another world.
Impossibllllle WOOOOOOW."
He began dancing and jumping in celebration until he felt two lumps on his chest and Helena's long hair.
"No... Am I a girl?"
He touched his breasts and his face, then rushed to look for a mirror... Black hair as dark as night, crimson eyes glowing like burning embers, and supernatural beauty. He said while touching his breasts with gratitude, his eye tearing up:
"Thank you, my goddess."
From his euphoria, he felt something between his legs, something familiar to him as a male crawling to get out from under those black shorts.
"Don't tell me I have a penis. Oh, things can't get any better."
And before he touched it, a strong headache struck him, making him stagger while holding his head. A strong flow of information like a sweeping torrent stormed his mind.
"Name: Helena Friedgham.
Spiritual Number: 5.
I don't possess any superpowers... Wow, they have magical powers.
I am of the Futanari race.
From the state of Taured in the Tartary Empire.
Futanaris are a type of fertility goddesses who can inseminate any creature and give birth to hybrid children between humans and that creature according to an evolutionary scale for Homohybrids, and they receive payment for creating rare races...
No, this is madness.."
Mark noticed that his body began to grow and increase, and he started to feel the presence of an aura around his body giving him a sensation resembling the sense of touch at a distance of two meters from his body, capable of penetrating solid objects. He looked at his hand; his fingers were increasing in length, his stature increasing in height, and his body increasing in perfection like a masterpiece sculpted by the god of artists personally. Helena's breasts were like two huge moons, and a body whose curves break the pens of painters trying to imitate its beauty belonging to the Platonic world of forms. Every second she increased in beauty and sensuality.
His clothes could not withstand that greatness sent down from the sky and began to tighten and tear.
The sensation of her growth made her lust ignite again. Her huge muscular penis began to grow out of her underwear while her body exceeded two meters in height.
Mark did nothing but look in the mirror. Her short sleepwear barely contained her breasts and torso.
Her shorts became useless, and her massive penis emerged from its right leg opening savagely.
Mark stared at that and said:
"I am definitely a fertility goddess who must be worshipped."
Mark's growth stopped, and he estimated that his height became two meters and thirty centimeters. Her body barely fit inside those clothes.
He decided to adopt the name Helena to get used to it and decided to change his clothes after taking a warm bath, as the weather was cold outside. He turned on the water spray and began cleaning his great sensual body. From amidst his wet hair that covered his face, he remembered that he had become a beautiful girl possessing a male organ.
This observation made dopamine irrigate his arteries, and he felt his heart open up and jumped with happiness. His penis began to enlarge and increase in size again; its veins and arteries swelled, and blood pumped into it with tremendous force, making its size massive, reaching his knee and perhaps a little more in a savage, obscene way, more than the last time. He stared at it with red cheeks and said:
"This thing is a deadly god."
He tried to ignore the matter and play with it and move it, but the urgent desire made him masturbate and suck his breasts until he overflowed with his heavy sticky milk in a quantity he had never seen before in reality, a quantity approaching a liter of heavy semen... And instead of entering the refractory period, his lust increased more, and that monster hardened more than before...
To spend a long time in the bathroom milking it until he came out after a long time, and her penis was still extended under the bath towel covering his torso excitingly, and his transparent sticky pre-cum was still leaking, waiting for the next round.
He chose from Helena's clothes and did not find any clothes his size. He also found eye lenses and put them on the table. After an arduous search, he found a slightly wide winter jacket and trousers that his feet barely entered through, although they were tight. He worked hard to hide his penis and push away perverted thoughts until his appearance became completely feminine.
From Helena's memories, Mark knew the place of the money and the location of the used clothing store. Maintaining Helena's appearance, he took the lenses as a precaution along with the keys and went down the stairs of the cold complex after locking the door tightly. The new sense worked like a radar; he felt one of the people coming up, then that person stopped and went down quickly while Mark wondered about that.
He walked out in front of the complex guard who shouted:
"Hey, stop right there.
[Mark turned towards him]
Helena?!
Your aura is different!"
"Alphadovski, please mind your own business."
The guard shrank in fear of her... And while walking, he noticed that he was very eye-catching. He did not pass by a group or a person without them looking towards him.
This aura, I fear it might be an identification identity or perhaps there is something in me indicating my identity.>
Snow had fallen on the stone buildings decorated with intricate ornaments in an impossible way. Despite that, that city only looked like a rural town during the Industrial Revolution. People were still riding carriages drawn by two-horned horses.
Upon his approach to the commercial district, he saw a circus show in one of the open spaces and resolved to enter it and see what it hides. After walking between shops, he entered the store and went searching among piles of clothes. People near him began to move away, and some of them even left what they were doing and went out suspiciously.
He thought seriously, perhaps it is the aura... they feel it. So he compressed it and hid it inside his body, and while doing so, he felt a sensation resembling exiting a swimming pool, as if he lost an extension of the sense of touch.
Yes, the aura was the problem. The new entrants to the shop this time were not interested in his nature as a Futanari.
When taking out the money to pay, he noticed that that money had different auras according to each banknote; perhaps it was a way to count quickly and avoid error.
The shop owner noticed him:
"Helena?!... You are different today."
Mark was surprised and said in his mind:
Then Mark said with his new female voice and in the language he learned from Helena's memories:
"Umm, remind me of your name."
"Nice joke...
[Mark laughed an artificial laugh and the store cashier continued her speech]
Hhh, you have become looking down at me and acting as if you don't know me. Seriously, tell me, my dear, your secret. How did you become taller?"
"Hmm, I forgot the name of the nutritional supplement I was using. Next time I will bring it with me."
"No, this is supernatural height. We met only on Hexoday. It is unbelievable."
The name of the day puzzled Mark; he did not know if it was yesterday or last week. Then he said:
"It is a magical treatment."
"Ah... You mean it is a transcender Tool or a potion."
"Y..Y..Yes."
"Hmm, that makes sense... but the prices of those things are high."
"It is a gift."
"For what occasion... You didn't tell me, and I am your close friend."
"Ummm, I think it is from a male admirer... I mean a female admirer."
"A female admirer?... You seem strange today."
"Ugh... You know life's problems. I am going through problems... My mind is not completely clear."
"Anyway, see you later. Customers are waiting. If you face any problems, talk to me and I will help you. We are friends."
"Thank you."
Mark left, wishing the place was empty to shove his penis in her mouth to shut her up. He searched for a place to change his clothes that began tearing with every movement. He searched right and left, and while he was hurrying his steps searching for any bathroom or dark alley, he passed by a group of people, so one of them called out:
"Hey, it saddens me to see this beauty lost."
Mark turned around, and that person saw her crimson eyes and said:
"I... I am sorry."
Mark smiled suspiciously in his face when he remembered that he could rape him and make him pregnant. The man got scared and left.
He found a place... He entered quickly into that alley, changed his clothes into a black dress with a skirt open from one of the sides reaching his knee. And although the clothes barely contained his breasts, they were suitable. Mark felt more comfortable.
He came out of the passage as if nothing happened, and after a distance, he found a fast-food shop. He tasted a little, and oh what a flavor. A flavor whose intensity of deliciousness made his soul almost detach and go to heaven. He ate it slowly, enjoying the taste which is literally a thousand times more delicious than all Earth's food. The flavor is dense, clear, addictive. From its deliciousness, he felt that his blood turned into dopamine.
Until he returned to reality when it ran out:
"Their food is really delicious."
On his way back home carrying all the new clothes, he saw a drunk woman. He thought about taking her to an alley and drilling her ass until she couldn't stand, but he stopped himself. He didn't want to commit a crime so quickly when not even three hours had passed since his reincarnation. He arrived home and stretched his huge divine body on the bed, but his rest was not complete until he heard the sound of knocking on the door.
He headed towards it and released his aura. The knocking on the door increased in strength. He took a look from the peephole. It was a man in a formal uniform; he was a policeman, and he said:
"Open up, Helena Friedgham. We know that you are behind the door staring from the peephole "
He opened the door slightly and asked:
"What is it?"
"We have received complaints regarding you, and we suspect that you are coming from planet Earth.. We will just interrogate you, don't worry."
"Umm, okay ...I will b..bring some of my stuff."
" No, Ms. Helena, the matter is urgent."
He stared at them then went out saying:
"Okay."
When he went out, he found two rows of police hiding on both sides of the door.
Mark followed the officer, and upon his exit, he found a large group of security men. Here he realized that the matter was bigger than what he expected.