Winds In Change
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I was walking through the park with my girlfriend, Jenny, on a cool
spring day sort that smelled alive with the wet promise of growth to
come. The place was in a sad state, a combination of poor maintenance
and long winter stripping the trees bare and leaving the grass limp and
yellowed, but it did little to harm my good mood.
I suppose I was a bit underdressed for the weather in my t-shirt and
jeans, but the cold felt nice. We'd been hiding from it for months, and
that I could get away with it was a sign that warmer weather was taking
hold. Jenny and I made light conversation as we strolled hand in hand,
the sort of effortlessly engaging talk that's really only possible with
someone you truly love. I'd thought I'd been in love before, but Jenny
disabused me of that notion. Those were just childish crushes compared
to what we had.
She was a perky redhead, perhaps more cute than beautiful, with a slim
build and a sly seductiveness you could miss if you didn't watch for it.
Me, I was a tall, broad-shouldered, brown haired, blue eyed all-American
good ol' boy. You know, the sort of guy you can look at and immediately
tell he did decently, but not fantastically, in high school football. We
sometimes got teased from friends for being such a walking clich?, the
jock and the girl next door, but they were just jealous.
The scene around was idyllic, if likewise clich?. A group of children
took advantage of the park's playground, sliding and swinging and not
caring how rusty and worn-out everything looked. Several mothers sat on
the nearby benches and chatted, while a jogger passed us on the gravel
path. A shallow brook burbled just a few tens of feet to one side, and
squirrels scraped up and down the trunks of bald trees. It wasn't a
world-class park, no, but it was pleasant enough for us.
I lazily glanced around as I talked, turning back to Jenny for the
occasional loving gaze. I was considering plans for a proposal when the
sound of a strong, sudden breeze in the treetops caught my attention. I
watched and saw one burst into a vibrant green as buds sprouted and
burst into leaves between the seconds, rustling in the wind. My eyes
shot around to its comrades, but only the one tree had any green.
"Did you see that?" I asked Jenny, gesturing upward.
She looked up. "What, the tree with leaves? Probably just an early
bloomer. Maybe it's a different kind or something."
"It didn't have leaves a second ago."
Jenny looked back at me and squinted. "Kyle, I know you love
bullshitting, but at least try to be funny. This is just kind of lame."
Before I could protest further, the breeze picked up again, and I
watched the other trees in the area explode verdantly. I felt Jenny's
tug on my hand and realized I'd stopped dead still, mouth slightly open
as I stared upward.
"Are you okay?" Jenny asked. Barely paying attention, I slowly nodded of
yes. I was fine, the park was wrong. I stared at the leaves in
anticipation. Nothing else happened.
"Seriously, they're just trees," Jenny said. "It's spring, they're
green, so what?"
"Yeah, you're right, just a trick of the brain," I said. I wasn't about
to start a minor fight over the leaves on some trees, not on such a
wonderful day. Maybe I'd had the sun in my eye, or just wasn't paying
attention. I didn't really believe it, but Jenny was walking again, and
there wasn't anything to add.
We'd returned to chatting when the wind picked up again. The grass waved
in the breeze, and as far as I could see it become lush and perfectly
manicured, with yellow wildflowers sprouting up. Jenny just kept
talking, oblivious, and rather than comment I started walking a bit
faster. I had to be hallucinating. The park was small, and getting home
and lying down would be a great idea. Going back the way we came would
be faster, but not fast enough to be worth arguing with Jenny about
magical foliage.
She kept up our new pace without comment, but stopped as we reached the
playground. "Hold on a sec," she said, bending down to tie her shoe.
Annoyed but silent, I watched the children on the playground, laughing
and running and having fun. Beyond them were three women talking on the
bench, almost dully ordinary. If the plants really were transforming,
someone else would have noticed. For a moment I felt safe.
Then I heard a rustling sound, and traced it to swaying grass past the
playground. A squirrel ran through the area, and at first nothing
happened, but as the wind continued its outline grew hard to follow, and
after a second it was clearly larger and shaggier. My heart beat faster
as the squirrel grew bigger and bigger, its tail growing sleeker and its
legs longer, its face elongating as it started hanging open. Then it was
a dog, and it started barking excitedly as it accelerated toward the
bench. It ran through the playground and jumped at one of the women, who
laughed as she commanded it to get down. The dog obeyed, and the woman
called to her children. A little girl and boy ran up and started playing
and shouting with their new pet, while the woman waved goodbye and led
her brood down the path.
Breath abandoned me. The trees could have been ignorance, however
unlikely, and the grass was something out of a not-unpleasant if boring
trip, but watching a squirrel become a dog was past my limit. Weird shit
was going down, and it was changing living, moving things. Which meant
it could probably affect Jenny or me. Or maybe not, but I didn't want to
stick around to find out.
"Jenny, we need to move. I, I'm feeling pretty sick," I said.
"Can it wait just a moment, babe?" she said. "My laces are a mess, I
wanna redo them real quick to get them good and tight."
I hesitated. I was planning on sprinting, the last thing I needed was
Jenny tripping over herself and getting hurt, and I wasn't about to
abandon my girlfriend to whatever was happening. Cursing myself, I
nodded and smiled weakly, and got a reassuring smile in return.
My eyes darted around nervously as I waited, and a pit grew in my
stomach. It was as if reality was coming apart at the seams, dream logic
taking hold. The wind blew in various places, and the remaining
slumbering trees turned green, and more of them sprang up fully formed
from the ground, and various squirrels, chipmunks and other wildlife
seemed to appear out of thin air. Then the wind brushed past the bench
where two women still sat.
The pit in my stomach became a bowling ball as the dilapidated seats
became sturdy and well-kept, far from the weathered boards they had just
been. For a moment I thought maybe the wind had spared the occupants,
but then the younger one inched closer to the other and turned to face
her. She was short and plain and stick-thin with frizzy brown hair, but
she was growing taller and thicker, arms gaining muscle and definition
visible even under her sleeves while her torso became more substantial.
As her body gained mass the modest swell at her chest disappeared, and
soon she was gesturing at her neighbor with what had to be flirtatious
intent. Femininity faded as her jawline grew rough and her hair
shortened, and as her beard grew in she looked like nothing so much as a
young, fairly good-looking man. He adjusted his posture a bit as his
legs splayed outward, no doubt making room for new external equipment.
While this was happening the other woman, older and in a simple button
down top and jeans, underwent her own change. The loose, wrinkly skin of
her face gained color as it tightened and smoothed, revealing high
cheekbones and a well-defined jaw. Her lips plumped and grew dark red
with newly applied lipstick, while her eyes seemed larger in their new
setting, attractive underneath finely plucked eyebrows and framed by
dark brown hair that went from limp and scraggly to full and straight.
Beneath all this her chest filled out, first becoming noticeable, then
becoming prominent, then growing until it outright demanded attention.
Even from my slight distance I could see her hips undertake a similar
journey, and her legs stuck noticeably further out from her seat. Her
clothes didn't change all that much beyond stretching and slimming to
match her new proportions, but even such a modest outfit looked stunning
on her bombshell of a body.
The new man shifted even closer in what I assumed he considered a subtle
manner, but his object of interest wasn't stupid. He was far from ugly,
but the other woman could have been a movie star. The man wasn't stupid
either, and by the time Jenny stood up he was as well, and with a
hopeful smile and salutation he left. The woman smiled wanly and
returned a tiny wave. The new man didn't look back or call for a child
as he passed us, though I admittedly wasn't paying much attention. I was
busy watching the brunette watch him leave.
"Did those tits cure you yet, or do you need to stare a few more
seconds?" Jenny said, her mouth scrunched in mild annoyance. My face
burned. How much time had I wasted staring at someone who shouldn't even
be a beautiful woman, with my girlfriend next to me and the world
falling apart around us? Maybe I WAS losing my mind.
"No, we, we, should go. Sorry," I said lamely. I took one step, then
stood dead still.
The streets surrounding the park should have been within sight, but the
path now stretched farther than I could see, curving gently amid
pleasant greenery. I knew it was at least a mile to that exit, even
though it couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards moments ago.
The knowledge just... existed, like it had always been that way.
"Ryan? You alright? I mean, it's only like ten minutes to the car, but
you really do look sick," Jenny said. I closed my jaw as I turned back
to face her. "You're pale I feel bad making fun of you. Maybe you should
lie down for a bit."
"No, we should go," I said. I knew the way, the new way, even if it
shouldn't exist. Taking a few minutes to get out of here was still
better than staying put and letting whatever was happening happen. I
started moving, somewhere between a walk and a jog. Jenny followed in
concerned silence.
I heard the breeze again, and with horror followed the sound to the
swing set. The little boy using it jumped off almost immediately, pushed
himself up from a clumsy landing, and started running toward the main
path. Then he started, for lack of a better word, growing up. He grew
noticeably taller and less clumsy with each step, and as his stride grew
longer it slowed down. By the time he hit the edge of the mulch he
looked to be just shy of puberty, and then I watched in horror as his
changes went in a different direction. He matured out as he continued to
age, but instead of growing a beard or body hair he started developing
hips and breasts, their growth easily tracked beneath what was becoming
tight exercise wear. His boyish face grew soft and feminine even as it
broke out in acne, pimples only slightly marring a delicate prettiness.
The teenage girl who hit the path and continued her jog registered none
of this, barely affording Jenny and I a glance as she sped up to get
around us.
I picked up the pace to match the new girl's, still looking back at the
playground. The breeze hadn't stopped, and now leaves were rustling
above the slide where the two remaining children played. A little boy
was at the bottom, cheering on the girl at the top, who seemed to be
hesitating. As the slide became shinier and newer, the ribbons in the
girl's hair disappeared as it shortened and her clothes turned from pink
to black. When he reached the bottom the former girl bowled over the
friend or sibling who'd been waiting, then ran away as he started an
impromptu game of tag.
I sped up into a jog, then a sprint. I barely registered the nasty glare
the new teenager gave me as I brushed past her. Me and Jenny were the
only non-transformed, well, ANYTHING in the area, and I wanted to keep
it that way. Jenny shouted at me to stop, but I just shouted for her to
keep running. I took a quick enough look to see that she was following,
then focused on getting out of there. I hadn't gone far when I felt the
wind against my bare arms, followed by the gravel under my feet
hardening into pavement. My brain shut off, terror taking over. I had to
escape. It couldn't be too late. Something formed on my left ring
finger, hard and smooth, and I looked down to see a diamond shining up
at me. Ignoring it, I pushed myself to the limits, but I felt the wind
sapping my energy, making my whole body feel heavy and wrong.
I slowed to almost a walk. I wanted to keep running, but I couldn't. I
was already out of breath, and I knew I shouldn't really be running
anyway, so I settled for walking as fast as I could, even that feeling
weird. I felt the weight of my breasts, sore from being way bigger than
they'd ever been and uncomfortable bouncing on my braless chest. The
breeze blew a golden curtain of hair in front of my eyes, tickling my
nose and lips. Then even powerwalking was too much, my whole gait seemed
wrong, and I could only waddle slowly. I was ready to collapse backwards
when I a pair of hands against me. I recognized one as Jenny's, big and
strong and confident, and I leaned on him for support. I could do this.
I had to do this.
The wind kept blowing as I caught my breath, embarrassed by how out of
shape I was. I braced myself from the chill, but the thick, stretchy
fabric of my long sleeve shirt and pants kept me warm. The whole
ensemble was unflattering, certainly, but in my condition I couldn't
exactly go outside in a clubbing outfit. I looked over to the other side
and saw the teenage jogger from before, helping support my weight. She
fit her tight outfit perfectly. Would I ever look like that again?
Grunting and gesturing for my helpers to stand aside, I bent down with
my hands on knees, panting as the wind finally died down. My feet hurt
and my whole body felt incredibly heavy, like I was wearing a thirty-
pound weight. I just wanted to give up, to lie down on my back and fall
asleep. I was tired and hormonal and couldn't even remember why I'd been
freaking out. God, sprinting had been such a dumb idea. Was I seriously
trying to impress some high school kid? A familiar hand started rubbing
my back.
"Babe, take a rest. You look like hell," a voice asked. It was deep and
masculine and clearly had no idea how seductive it sounded. The sound
was at once empowering and comforting, gave me the energy to push on
while assuring me I didn't need to. That same voice thanked the girl
who'd helped us, told her I was fine, and she continued jogging at her
own pace. As I watched, I decided I should sit down. I'd been like her,
once, and now I was in another stage of my life. One where I felt like I
weighed a million tons and my knees had gravel inside them, as my limbs
helpfully reminded me.
Still, my body and my husband were right. I needed to be thinking of the
baby, not my pride. Six months pregnant and here I was trying to act
like I was still in peak condition. Who gave a shit how far I could run
or what clothes I wore? And I could worry about dropping the extra
weight after our son was born. I looked over and nodded at Jack, and he
gently guided me back to the playground bench. Sitting down was the most
heavenly sensation imaginable, and I could practically feel an angelic
choir lifting all that pressure off my legs, even if it didn't exactly
improve my mood. Neither did seeing that supermodel smile at me, but
that was my bile acting up rather than any intentional malice on her
part.
Jack took a seat and started rubbing my back again, and I defensively
wrapped an arm around him. Not that I didn't trust him, but I needed the
reassurance. I didn't want Ms. Perfection getting any ideas about my
man. I already felt like an idiot. This trip had been my idea, to keep
my circulation up without putting too much stress on the baby. My
husband warned me I was overexerting myself, and here I was sore and out
of breath barely half a mile into our walk. I knew that being pregnant
meant I had an excuse, but right then it was just a reminder of how far
I was from the hot, fit chick that had landed this stud.
"I feel like a beached whale," I said as I leaned back and rested my
free hand on my belly. If I was doing all the work of being pregnant,
the world had a right to my opinion. I considered it a public service
announcement for the Playboy bunny. "Just fucking roll me home, the baby
will be fine."
"Nonsense, babe, you look beautiful," Jack said, putting his other hand
on mine. "Your skin is glowing, your eyes are bright, and we're both
excited. I mean, I'll admit I never thought I'd find a pregnant woman
hot, but that was apparently because I'd never seen you as one."
The thought made me tingle all over, but particularly between my legs.
"You'd better mean that. All these hormones are making me horny as
fuck."
The woman politely excused herself from the bench, but I didn't care. I
cared a bit more as Jack watched her sashay away, but even I had to
admit that was one fine backside. I chose to remember that, even staring
at perfection, he was sitting with me. No need to get angry when he was
being so nice.
"Just you wait 'til we get home. I've been looking up all sorts of
positions," Jack said as he looked back, justifying my belief. He turned
back to me and grinned mischievously. "I'm just as eager as you. Have
you even seen how big your boobs got?"
I smiled back and gave Jack a kiss he probably didn't deserve. What can
I say? Flattery may not get you everywhere, but it goes a long way. I
may not be as busty as the departed brunette, but my look had been what
I liked to call fit hot. More than a little tomboyish, but slim and
toned, with a great face and curves enough to work with. Admittedly, now
that the marvel of pregnancy had given me breasts worth the name, I'd
kind of miss them when they were gone.
As Jack helped me to my feet, I wished our park wasn't so expansive. The
thought of Jack inside me was making my heart flutter, and the walk back
seemed like an enormous trek. It had already been months since we'd been
intimate, due to misguided worry for the baby. Now that the doctor had
confirmed the little guy wouldn't be hurt and Jack had some logistical
ideas in mind, I was raring to go. Which is to say I'd been raring to go
forever, and now I had a hell of a lot of pent up sexual frustration I
was aching to release in my husband's direction.
A gentle breeze accompanied us on the walk back, keeping us company as
we effortlessly chatted about our wonderful life ahead.
Bess
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