Chapter 11 - Metamorphosis

The purple liquid roiled within Alice’s vastly expanded stomach as the woman’s fatty insides absorbed the concoction’s dwindling magical properties. The wave of mocha-colored skin that had waited patiently at the base of Alice’s neck now marched towards her moon-shaped face, its searing presence devouring the woman’s pale white skin and leaving behind a beautiful golden mocha hue in its place.

“Ahhhhhhh,” Alice cooed sensually as her singular chin boob darkened at the magic’s touch.

The encroaching buttery brown hue slowly inched its way across the blonde woman’s face, it’s burning magic enveloping Alice’s delirious smile. The woman’s already lush lips expanded even further as the magic altered her DNA, reshaping Alice’s facial features to match her new heritage. The woman’s hands rushed towards her face as the wave of color coated her nose and cheekbones in a glowing shade of honey brown, the cartilage in the blonde woman’s nose twitching as its structure flared outward, exchanging length for width as it began to match those around her.

Bones shifted all across Alice’s face as her genetic code was rewritten by the purple liquid’s magic, it’s influence reshaping the woman’s features to match that of the island’s natives. The blonde woman’s cheekbones rose higher and in a single blink, Alice’s crystal blue irises flickered to a rich pearly brown as her eyelashes increased in length.

“I… I…,” Alice stammered as her brain buzzed with electricity. New information about her life, the island, and its people materialized out of thin air within her own memories, and the woman felt her personality bending to the magic’s influence as her attitude about the island and its people changed.

Back on the surface, Alice’s facial features grew more exotic as the warm mocha skin tone enveloped the last corners of her face before disappearing into the forest of bright blonde hair that sat at the top of her head. As the skin beneath darkened, so too did the roots of Alice’s hair. A wave of jet-black coloring slowly flowed up the young woman’s golden strands, their long and thin forms thickening and developing a slight curl.

“Oooooaaaahhh,” Alice cooed as her scalp felt as though it were alive.

Slowly but surely, the jet-black coloring consumed more and more of the young woman’s golden blonde hair as her transformation neared its end, and when the last strand of bright hair vanished from Alice’s head, an explosion of unworldly pleasure erupted within her mind.

“OOOOOH GODDDDD,” she screamed as her pudgy brown fingers dug into the forest of wavy jet-black hairs atop her head.

All 432 pounds of Alice’s fleshy, mocha-colored body jiggled wildly as the woman convulsed atop the altar. The last of the liquid’s magic assaulted her brain, her senses going wild as her mind buckled within. The woman’s brain tingled as her knowledge of the english language was forcefully replaced with something new. As the magic crescendoed, Alice felt her conscious mind get pulled out of reality, and she found herself revisiting memories of recent events as the scenes shifted within her own head.

“The stranger’s journey nears its end, but her end is only the beginning. The liquid will remake her into a daughter of our great people! Behold our island’s ultimate gift!”

Alice’s eyes remained shut as sexual energy pulsed around her soft entrance, the woman’s body acting on its own accord as it frantically tried to shove a hand into her crotch. However, the transformed woman’s physical form had grown far too exhausted and lethargic, and her beefy arm failed to overcome the massive mountain of excess belly flesh resting on her stomach.

“The magic roars within and her second coming nears! The beast is awakening! We must feed its hunger!”

Alice’s mouth whimpered loudly as a desperate heat overwhelmed her 432-pound body, yet her conscious mind remained adrift, floating across space and time as the magic sent jolts of electricity throughout her brain.

“My name,” Alice’s voice echoed throughout a void within her own mind. “My name… it’s Amisha? No… that’s not it… but then why does it feel so right?”

A new life and a new purpose became prescient in her mind as electricity flowed throughout the former researcher’s brain. An entirely new existence was laid out before her, one filled with unending pleasure and indulgence. Back in the physical world, a smile crept across the woman’s face as her internal conscious mind came hurtling back towards reality.

“My name…” Alice thought once again as the internal monologue grew louder, her deep and husky voice echoing all around her. “I know who I am, what I have become. Oh god it all feels so right!”

In a sudden burst of white light, the dark void within her mind vanished as the woman’s consciousness felt as though it had smashed through a glass-like barrier. In a sudden burst of life, the massive woman laying across the altar gasped loudly for air as her eyes shot wide open, her rich brown irises seeing the world through a new lens.

“MY NAME IS AMISHA!”