Another day passed. Another night. Still no sign of civilization, just tree after identical tree. Emily was getting really worried now. She was lost, exhausted, and starving. And, oh yeah, slowly turning into some sort of fat bear woman, with no idea how to stop it. Her only hope seemed to be in finding a way out of these woods, but with her boyfriend Brad acting as guide, that seemed like an impossibility.
“Uh... it should just be this way... I think,” Brad called out to her as they crested another rise, only to find more of the same greenery awaiting them. Emily let out a low grunt of annoyance.
“Ugh! You'rrre so useless!” She was dismayed at how much lower her voice sounded, how she couldn't keep the growl out of her words. But she was frankly too annoyed to stop talking now. “I thought you said you werrre a naturrre experrrt!”
“I... I thought I was,” Brad replied, dismayed. The truth was, he had gone camping many times in his youth and had always been able to navigate even the densest forests. But something about this place... well, it almost defied logic. Routes would turn in on themselves, leading them in circles. At night time, the constellations that shone above them were unlike any he recognized. Was he really that rusty? After another few hours, however, they stumbled upon something that rekindled Brad's hope. “Emily, look!” he shouted, before rushing on ahead. “A campsite! Other people!”
Emily lumbered after him, her bulky body not able to easily keep up. By the time she arrived, Brad was hunched over the still-smoking remains of a campfire. Though no one else was in sight, the place was clearly occupied, and recently.
“I think I see tracks leading that way,” Brand pointed, a hopeful grin on his face. “Once we find them, we can finally get out of this darn forest!” But Emily wasn't listening. She was exhausted. She lumbered over to a nearby tree and sat down heavily. She just needed to catch her breath... and no sooner did she lean back against the tree that she felt a thin stream of something sticky dribble down on her.
“Urr?” She craned her neck up and saw a bee's nest high in the branches above, illuminated by fireflies. From the nest, a golden liquid oozed down in a steady stream, dribbling against her face and chest. Was that... honey? Her tummy gave a low rumble. God help her, it had been days since she had last eaten. She gave the liquid a tentative sniff, then a lick with her tongue. It was delicious.
“Mmm.” Without giving it another thought, she began to lap up as much of the honey as she could as it dribbled down on her. "Rrr, soooo goood." She licked at the honey that coated her ursine face, and when that was done, eagerly lapped at the honey that had spilled against her breasts. Maybe she should have been worried about the fact that it had been honey that had started these changes in the first place, but at the moment Emily was too busy enjoying the honey's taste to even notice. Nor did she notice as her body began to react to this fresh batch, as her fur began to spread further up her increasingly bear-like body...
Tags: transformation, anthro transformation, bear transformation, breast expansion, weight gain, mental transformation, magic
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Story by b-ridge |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Wang |
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