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Mrs. Beasely waited impatiently in her moon lit study. The loud tapping
of her finger against the arm of her leather recliner could not drown out
her husband downstairs, drunk as ever, crashing around. She hoped that
the arriving guest would not be offended by such churlish behavior.
Beasely rose slowly from the chair and walked over to the full body
mirror that hung in the corner. She saw something she hadn't liked in
sometime, herself. She was a dreadfully aged 60-year-old. Her money,
mansion or her man brought her very little happiness. She didn't fear
death it was the disintegrating that bothered her. She used to be so
beautiful and graceful. How fair is it, she thought, that I am forced to
look at this saggy mound of flesh. Her dress was a rich orange with
white circles embroidered all over and made of imported silk. She wore
it well but it did little to help her imperfections. Not even the
pleated frills could cover her lost figure. A scrawny, crumpled, old
woman, she brooded, that's me.
There was a knock on the door. Beasely ran over and twisted the knob.
On the other side of the door was the man she had been waiting for. He
wore a t-shirt and jeans which did little to flourish his bland bald
head. She gestured to one of the chairs and the man took his seat
holding a briefcase in his hand.
"Do you have it?" Beasly asked coughing.
"Of course," the man replied, "please sit down." Beasely zipped over to
her chair and sat down.
"Let me see it." Beasely's patience wore thin.
"Do you have my payment?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." She pointed to a briefcase on the oak desk.
"Okay then," the carrier stated, "here is the sap from the Tree of Life."
He handed her the case and Beasely wasted no time in opening it. There
were two bottles protected by foam lining. She seized it from the case
and yanked out the cork.
Beasely choked the drink down. The transporter only peeked on grinning.
She dropped the bottle, breaking it, after she was done with it and went
to the mirror to perceive any change.
Beasely was ecstatic to anticipate some rejuvenation. The potion was now
bonding to the lining of her stomach and traveling to her liver and
kidneys. She felt a burning as her stomach that made her sense euphoria.
Inside her liver was processing the elixir and being restored. Beasely
smiled reacting to the burst of energy her strengthened liver provided.
From the liver it went into her bloodstream causing her pulse to become
stronger and faster. Moving forward the liquid tickled her lungs. She
laughed realizing that the hoarseness from her emphysema was completely
nullified. A soft breeze moved throughout her whole skin. Her gauntly
pale skin gained color a natural rosiness emerged on her cheeks. The
translucence of skin disappeared concealing the thick unsightly veins on
her hands and neck. Every wrinkle in her face leveled adding charm to
her face. The flesh around her nose pulled tight pushing the cartilage
back. Her blue eyes started to burn into exuberant azure
She appeared no older than 25 and was starting to feel an excess amount
of energy. "Thank you, oh, thank you." Her voice was full of the purest
gratitude.
"Don't thank me yet, it has just begun," the deliverer mused.
"What do you mean?" Beasely was puzzled. "I thought the sap renovates
your body?" She gazed herself in the mirror again. "My body has been
renewed already." Beasely assured herself not noticing her hair becoming
a sunny blonde.
"Not all of your body."
"Not all of my..." Beasely was interrupted by a sensation right below her
stomach. The sap had gone through the digestive, circulatory, and
respiratory systems, but there were parts yet to be affected. Her
uterus, ovaries and cervix were undergoing renewal. The intensity in her
pelvis made her feel like she was going to explode.
The nervous system Beasley possessed was rewiring itself. She had gained
sensuality in her skin; especially labia majora and labia minora. Her
blood went hot throughout her body and she knew every inch of material
touching her skin; the even, rigid texture of her pearl necklace around
her supple throat, the malleable cloth of her dress and the flexible silk
of her panties.
It was so overwhelming for Beasely. Her skin was crawling with
excitement. She started to pant trying to release this energy; panting
led to grunting and moaning. Her new organs demanded more room and her
body adapted to its situation. The pleats of her skirt stretched with
her hips as they extended outward. The fabric shifting enticed Beasely
into a series of jolts. Her pelvis grew wider and wider distorting her
skirt from a cone to a voluptuous bell shape.
An orgasm almost became present as Beasely's underwear reallocated around
her changing pelvis. Her pussy felt the fabric grasp vigorously as her
gluts accumulated shape. Her dress just hung flat in the back, although
something underneath was rounding out the featureless form. The frills
unfolded to two globular swellings that emerged from her backside. Her
cheeks lifted with girth making its presence known as it lifted the hem
of her skirt. The modest dress could not hide the deliciously plump 40
inch backside Beasely now had.
This did not rid Beasely of the intensity, however, it only amplified it.
The nerves were still reconnecting to her nipples. The dresses caress
was agitating her tits most joyously. Her puzzled look never appeared
more charming on her alluring face. She gasped looking away from her
reflection catching the man in mid-gawk. Her blush grew to a captivating
shade of scarlet. Her dignity was fading, but she still had to scold the
courier.
"How dare you!" she wouldn't be shamed by any of this, "I'm a married
woman for God's sake..." The man's stare never wavered as jolt from her
nipples. He was rewarded with the humiliated look on her face as two
sharp points betrayed the reserve of the blouse of her dress. She was in
pure disbelief as the electricity of her tits went to a intense sizzle.
Mass accumulated behind her areolas the fabric of the dress could not
support against. Her whole life she had below A-cup and at her old age
never needed a bra. She began regretting that decision as the mass of
her new mounds began to distort her dress at a B-cup. The white circles
on her dress gained eccentricity into ovals as mammaries strained against
the dress at a C-cup. The final push came with a thrust that chafed her
nipples to heightened arousal at a D-cup. The increased volume of her
chest was so sensitive.
Beasely breathed heavy with her tits rising and falling so invitingly.
Her face carried pleasant thrills and exhaustion. "Get out of here," she
panted "now!" The man only smiled and pointed to the mirror. Beasely
gasped at the buxom cutie looking back at her. Her unassuming dress now
was pulled taught by her new ample curves. There was something off about
her face. Her lips had gained a red color here and her eyelids darkened
there; she was being made up. Blush brought more color from her cheeks.
The make up was subtle but accentuated the loveliness of her face. Her
lashes made her deep blue eyes alluring.
"What's happening...I..." she was interrupted by the grasp of the waist
of her dress. It tightened around her tummy exaggerating her curves to
great effect. Her hourglass figure was no longer hidden. She was so
embarrassed by the size of her bouncing shape. I look so fat, she
thought disappointed by the mass she held on her backside.
She didn't notice the delivery boy gettimg up and walking towards her.
Before she realized it he grabbed and gave her a soft little peck on her
lips. The touch of his arm and his lips on her caused reverberations of
pleasure. "Wait...I'm married..." She stumbled as heels raised her up a
couple of inches. The heels propping her butt up, much to her dismay.
The man gave it a nice hard smack. She pushed him back and awkwardly
stepped away. For the first time in a long time she felt sexually
threatened. The hem of her skirt shot up to her knees as it grew taut.
Beasely's dress pulled hard against her soft body. Every curve of her
body was encased by the skin tight dress. Her granny pants' outline was
visible to a scandalous degree. She looked in the mirror and gasped
causing her chest to rise. The hem of her dress went up her delicious
mid-thigh and the sleeves crawled to her shoulders. Her delicate skin
was visible. She looked back at the man whose erection was popping out
of the front of his jeans. "I'll call the cops if you don't leave!"
"Call'em."
Beasely tried her best to look angry but her new form could only express
the want for sex. She tried to march, but she could only sashay her
massive ass. Each cheek took a turn rising and falling in beautiful,
seamless motion pushing against the tight skirt one way and then the
other. She bent over the desk to pick up the phone not realizing the man
was right behind her. He goosed her deep with his index finger sending
fireworks throughout her body. She curved backward grabbing her derriere
and thrusting her chest out. The neckline plunged dramatically showing
of the round tops of her fleshy orbs.
Her attacker dipped her down further using her own momentum and stuck his
tongue into her mouth. Beasely couldn't resist the exhilaration was too
much. He started to caress her face with kiss and soon moved down to her
cleavage kissed her intensely. Beasely's nipples poked out dramatically.
She was on the edge of an orgasm from just this contact. No one had ever
touched her like this before; not even her drunkard of a husband. Her
body began to shiver and jerk readying her into a sexual frenzy. She
pushed against him allowing gravity to help her escape into a stumble;
she was still having issue with the heels.
Beasely felt like she was going to burst. Her sensitive body had been
over-stimulated and the clingy nature of her snug dress was not allowing
any release. The dress continued to dwindle as it went up past her
luscious thighs and the crotch of her orange panties exposed themselves.
There was initial relief as breeze was felt between her legs. When she
looked down, however, that comfort soon dissipated. She desperately
tugged at the hem but that just pulled the front down revealing deeper
cleavage.
Beasely stopped tugging when her roots began to irritate. Her locks were
so plentiful and the bun she had used to confine them slipped. One by
one strands of hair snaked out until the bun fell into a mass of hair.
Blond curls draped down adding to the attractiveness and further
disclosing her once modest appearance. The dress hugged her hips tighter
and tighter until it reached critical mass and squeezed out the bottom of
her gluts. The hem crawled up her panty-clad ass. Her dress looked more
like a shirt and no longer hid her butt that filled out her panties to
the point of exceeding. The crack of her ass left an obtrusive divide in
the backside.
Beasely's shirt continued shrinking showing of the waistband of her
panties and sexy flat stomach. Her belly button poked out just above her
waistband. The neckline plunged separated into a clasp as the hem rolled
up tight under her breasts pushing them up slightly. Her orange and
white-polka-dotted shirt was now a bra with coverage just above her
aeurolas.
The man drank in the beautiful woman in her underwear. He started with
her feet still in bright orange two inch heels and traveled up her smooth
calves, past her generous thighs, from her orange, panty clad pelvis to
her flat sexy stomach and twin hemispheres. He saw her petite shoulders
and small lovely neck, still adorned by pearls, and ended with her made
up face and glassy doe eyes. Her skin glistened with a light, even spray
of sweat that reflected the glow of the pale moon. Her aura of radiance
danced slightly and her curves bounced pleasingly as she shivered from
frustration and fatigue. She looked somewhere between a porn star and a
Victoria's Secret model.
Beasely was dazed by all the new enjoyments throughout her newly
inflated, tender skin. Her new outfit allowed for better ventilation but
her body temperature continued to rise to a fever pitch. Her panties
began to cling to her tightly and she didn't know how much more she could
take. The leg holes dilated revealing more of her jutting thighs until
they reached the waistband separating the back from the front. The
crease in her backside pushed deeper into her crack contorting her
malleable butt.
Beasely tugged at her backside trying to keep the fabric from slipping
between her soft cheeks. The crotch of her panties was diminishing
drawing tight against her vagina revealing a slight crease of camel toe.
Nothing was sacred anymore; whether she wanted it or not she was going to
become a scarcely draped piece of ass. The very bottom of her cheeks
popped out revealing their plentiful and smooth nature. Beasely, in
vain, tried to straighten out the crease in the backside of panties,
nonetheless, the fabric slipped out of her sweaty hands and pushed itself
deep into her backside further separating her cheeks. The declining
material could not hold the bulges on either side and finally the bulk of
her ass slipped out from her underwear. She now had matching thong that
went with her bra.
The man couldn't hold his urges any longer he had to have her right there
and then. He ripped of his clothes with near superhuman strength and
speed showing off his hard naked body. His massive erection saluted
Beasely vigorously as it throbbed in her direction. She was unaware of
what was about to happen; she hardly noticed that she was now on the
carpeted floor. A moment of consciousness manifested when the clasp of
her bra was undone.
"Wait! I..." The man kissed her deep with his tongue stifling any sound.
Only soft moans were visible as he ripped the bra from her torso. Her D-
cup breasts bounced under their own gravity. The air's caress was
followed by the man's as he teased her bare nipples with his thumb while
lightly grazing the bottom her tits with his palms. He stopped his kiss
and began to suckle her mammaries.
Beasely tried to talk but every time she opened her mouth only a deep
moan would come out. Something primordial was taking over her body; no
longer could she focus on the reserve and etiquette she had been so use
to. The man moved his hands down her stomach sending quakes along her
body. The pit of her stomach rumbled in anticipation as her pussy
moistened. The bald man grabbed her thong and pulled slowly down her
butt getting a rigorous groping in as well. Beasely felt the strand of
cloth being unconfined from the crack of her ass. He slid it down her
thighs as rubbed them with his hands. The small triangle of fabric was
slightly adhesed to her moist vagina. The man bent her hips so she could
kiss her ankles and finally removed her underwear.
He saw her exposed, wet pussy pointing up towards him. He blew on it
causing Beasely to convulsed energetically. He leaned back and pulled
her on top. As the gravity shifted she felt his member pushing against
her coot causing further wetness. With one quick motion the moist soft
lips engulfed his dick as she sat on top of him. Beasely couldn't
believe that he was inside her it was so humiliating.
"Don't look so disappointed," the man scoffed, "if you don't want it just
get up and walk away, I won't force you." She was scared, but she didn't
have much of a choice at least this seemed somewhat sporting. Beasely
put her feet firmly on the ground and started to rise. The friction from
their genitalia made her shiver and she lost her balance slipping back
down. The tip had hit something inside of her she never felt before.
Was that the g-spot, she pondered.
"Hey, stay focused." The man slapped her enormous rump causing a sharp
pain. "You're trying to get off me, remember." He put his arms under his
head. She was infuriated and she thought about hitting him, but that
might cause something worse. If she could get up she might be able to
call the cops and get rid of this man. Again Beasely positioned her feet
below and started to rise. The slipping between her vaginal lips was
causing her to see sparkles from behind her eyes. Her face contorted in
pleasure she had gotten further up than before, however, her legs were
paralyzed in ecstasy and she fell down again. The tip of the carrier's
penis definitely hit something inside of her and she felt like she going
to melt into a pile of euphoric goo.
The man slapped her on the rump again; this time, however, it sent
pleasant tingles throughout her whole body. Beasely glared at the man
who only pointed up reminding her of the objective. She used her feet
and hands this time and began to push. The pleasure was mounting her,
but she kept her focus this time no matter how much she felt tickled from
the inside. She had past the most of his dick, but got stuck on the tip.
The head was so big she tried rotating but that only aroused her further.
She was precariously on the edge of an orgasm unaware of all the moaning
and quivering she was producing. She planted her hands on his chest and
pushed, but she still couldn't get up off his dick.
The man beamed and flexed his dick and Beasely's entire body went limp
causing her to fall on him while he was still inside her. His dick
pierced her deep this time and her body was no longer rigid. His stiff
cock went right up her consenting pussy and the g-spot was finally hit.
Multitudes of pleasure contorted her body and she rode them without
regard to her former self-consciousness. She bucked her hips like a
cowgirl and rode his dick achieving orgasm after orgasm.
Beasely looked down at the man who was moving with her surfing together
on waves of pleasure. His face grew tense as he finally released his
seed into her. The hot stream of cum erupting inside her caused another
series of orgasms. Exhausted they both rolled over and cuddled there on
the floor. The man pretended to sleep; all the while plotting what to do
with the second bottle.
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