Daylight slowly seeped through the pores of the curtains, illuminating the rundown room with its fragile warmth. On the bed lay a girl in the bloom of 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 stench of rot emanated from it...
But...
The pulse returned slowly. The veins rehydrated, and the skin regained its color gradually and steadily, then suddenly...
She sat up in a panic:
"W... W... Hold on?!
Wasn't I dead? No way."
Mark got up from his spot, looking at the old white room:
"NO WAY
I've transferred to another world ((o(^∇^)o))"
He started dancing and jumping in celebration until he felt two masses on his chest and Helena's long hair.
"No... Am I a girl?"
He touched his breasts and face, then rushed to find a mirror... Black hair like the night, crimson eyes without eyebrows, and supernatural beauty. He said while touching his breasts with gratitude, his eye tearing up:
"Thank you, my goddess."
In his ecstasy, he felt something between his legs, something familiar to him as a male, crawling out from under that short black shorts.
"Don't tell me I have a dick. Oh, it can't get any better."
Before he could touch it, a strong headache hit him, making him stagger, clutching his head. A powerful flood of information like a raging torrent swept through his mind.
"Name: Helena Freadgam
I'm a prototype with soul number 5
I don't have any superpowers... Whoa, they have magical powers
I'm of the Futanari race
From the country of Taured in the Tartary Empire
Futanari are a type of fertility goddesses who can impregnate any being and give birth to hybrid children between humans and that being according to an evolutionary scale for Homohybrids, and they get rewarded for creating rare races...
No, this is craaazy; I'm dreaming, people."
Mark noticed his body starting to grow and expand. His height upon waking was 173 centimeters[1] but now it was increasing visibly.
After moments, he felt an aura around his body giving him a sense like a touch sense at a distance of 5 meters [2] from his body, able to penetrate solid objects. He looked at his hand; his fingers were lengthening, his stature increasing, and his body becoming more ideal like a sculpture carved by the god of artists himself. Helena's breasts were like two massive moons, and her body's curves would break the pencils of artists trying to imitate her beauty belonging to the Platonic world of forms. In every second, she grew more beautiful and sensual.
Her clothes couldn't handle that heavenly grandeur and started tightening and tearing.
The feeling of her growth reignited her lust; her muscular huge dick started growing out of her underwear while her body now exceeded two meters in height.
Mark did nothing but stare in the mirror at her short sleepwear that barely contained her breasts and torso.
Her short shorts became useless, and her massive dick full of veins protruded wildly from the right leg opening.
Mark stared at it and said:
"I'm definitely a fertility goddess; I must be worshiped."
Mark's growth stopped, and he estimated his height at two meters and thirty-three centimeters [3]; her body barely fit in those clothes.
He decided to adopt the name Helena to get used to it and decided to change his clothes after taking a warm shower since the weather outside was cold. He turned on the water spray and started cleaning his grand sensual body, and from amid his wet hair covering his face, he remembered he had become a beautiful girl with a male member.
This realization flooded his veins with dopamine, and he felt his heart bloom and jumped for joy, and his dick started swelling and growing again. Its veins and arteries bulged, and blood pumped through them with immense force, making its size enormous, reaching his knee and maybe a bit more in an obscene way bigger than last time it was 50 centimeters [4]. He stared at it with red cheeks and said:
"This thing is a deadly god."
He tried to ignore it and play with it and move it, but the urgent desire made him masturbate and suck his breasts until it overflowed with his thick heavy cum in an amount he'd never seen in reality an amount approaching a liter of thick semen... And instead of entering a refractory period, his lust increased more, and that monster hardened more than before...
He spent a long time in the bathroom milking it until he came out after a while, and her dick was still extended under the bath towel covering her torso in a sexy way, and her transparent sticky precum still leaking, waiting for the next round.
He chose from Helena's clothes and found no clothes his size, and also found eye lenses and put them on the table. After an exhausting search, he found a slightly wide winter jacket and pants he barely got his feet through despite being tight, and worked hard to hide his dick and push away the perverted thoughts until he looked completely feminine.
From Helena's memories, Mark knew where the money was and the location of the used clothes store, keeping Helena's appearance. He took the lenses as a precaution and with them the keys, and went down the cold complex stairs after locking the door tightly. The new sense worked like radar; he felt someone ascending, then that person stopped and descended quickly while Mark wondered about that.
He went out in front of the complex guard who yelled:
"Hey, stop right there.
[Mark turned toward him]
Helena?!
Your aura is different!"
"Alfadovsky, please mind your own business."
The guard shrank in fear of her... And during his walk, he noticed he was very attention-grabbing; he didn't pass a group or person without them looking at him.
< Something's wrong...
This aura; I fear it's an identification or maybe something indicating my identity. >
Snow had fallen on the stone buildings decorated with intricate carvings in an impossible way; despite that, that city looked just like a rural town during the industrial revolution. People still rode carriages pulled by two-horned horses.
As he approached the commercial district, he saw in one of the open spaces a weird carnival with a large crowd gathering around it, and he decided to enter and see what it hid. After walking between shops, he entered the store and went searching among piles of clothes. People near him started moving away, and some even left what they were doing and exited suspiciously.
He thought seriously; maybe it's the aura... They feel it, so he compressed it and hid it inside his body, and during that, he felt a sensation like getting out of a pool, as if he lost an extension of his touch sense.
Yes, the aura was the problem; the new entrants to the store this time weren't interested in what he was as a Futanari.
When he took out the money to pay, he noticed those bills had different auras depending on each bill; maybe a way to count quickly and avoid errors.
The store owner noticed him:
"Helena?!... You're different today."
Mark was surprised and said in his mind
< Who is this? She's not in the memories... Damn. >
Then Mark said with his new feminine voice and in the language he learned from Helena's memories:
"Umm, remind me of your name."
"Nice joke...
[Mark laughed a fake laugh, and the store cashier continued]
Haha, you've started looking down on me and acting like you don't know me. Seriously, tell me your secret, dear; how did you get taller?"
"Hmm, I forgot the name of the supplement I was using; next time I'll bring it with me."
"No, this is supernatural height; we only met on hexoday; it doesn't make sense."
The day's name puzzled Mark; he didn't know if it was yesterday or last week, then he said:
"It's a magical treatment."
"Ah... You mean it's a transcendor or potion."
"Y...y...yes."
"Hmm, that makes sense... But those things are expensive."
"It's a gift."
"For what occasion... You didn't tell me, and I'm your close friend."
"Ummmmm I think it's from an admirer."
"An admirer?"
"I mean admirer-ess."
"Admirer-ess?... You seem weird today."
"Akh... You know life's problems; I'm going through issues... My mind isn't completely clear."
"Anyway, see you later; customers are waiting. If you face any problems, call me, and I'll help; we're friends."
"Thanks."
Mark left, wishing the place was empty so he could shove his dick in her mouth to shut her up. He searched for a place to change his clothes that were starting to tear with every movement. He looked right and left, and while speeding up looking for any bathroom or dark alley, he passed a group of people, and one called:
"Hey, sorry to see this beauty lost."
Mark turned and saw that person with her crimson eyes and said:
"I...I'm sorry."
Mark smiled creepily at his face when he remembered he could rape him and make him pregnant. The man got scared and left.
He found a place... He quickly entered that alley, changed his clothes to a black dress with a skirt open on one side reaching his knee, and despite the clothes barely containing his breasts, they were suitable. Mark felt more comfortable.
He exited the alley as if nothing happened, and after a distance, found a fast food place, tasted a bit, and oh the flavor a flavor so powerfully delicious it almost separated his soul and sent it to heaven. He ate it slowly, enjoying the taste that was literally a thousand times better than all Earth's food. The flavor was dense, clear, addictive; from its pleasure, he felt his blood turn to 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 of 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 this quickly, and not even three hours had passed since his reincarnation. He reached home and stretched his divine huge body on the bed, but his comfort wasn't complete until he heard a knock on the door.
He went toward it and released his aura; the knocking on the door increased in strength. He peeked through the magic eye; it was a man in official uniform; it was a cop, and he said:
"Open up, Helena Freadgam; we know you're behind the door staring through the magic eye."
< We know? >
He opened the door a bit and asked:
"What's up?"
"We've received complaints about you, and we suspect you're from planet Earth... We'll just investigate you; don't worry."
"Umm, fine... I'll...get some stuff."
"No, Miss Helena; the matter is urgent."
He stared at them, then came out saying:
"Fine."
When he came out, he found two rows of police hidden on both sides of the door.
Mark followed the officer, and upon exiting, he found a large group of security men. Here he realized the matter was bigger than he expected.
[1] 68.11in
[2] 16.41ft
[3] 7.54ft
[4] 19.68in