TG 155: Fusion (M2F + RC)
Andrew and his friend Danny were visiting an Indian museum during their trip abroad for college. Neither of them had a particular interest in the culture, and they only took the trip for the résumé booster (and totally not because they thought it’d feel like a vacation). As if having to study abroad wasn’t boring enough, being forced to attend exhibits and museums during their would-be recreational time edged Andrew a little too far.
“Hey, wanna go down there?” Andrew asked Danny, pointing toward a dark, grimy hallway in the museum. Danny winced at the thought, preferring to endure the boredom for the sake of following the rules. “Not really,” he replied. “But it has, like, ‘no access’ signs all around it! At least, I’m assuming from the images,” Andrew said, then started to tip-toe to the hallway’s direction. “It’s not worth it man. Let’s just finish this tour and go home,” Danny insisted, but he fell on deaf ears.
“Mmm nah, I’m gonna check it out,” Andrew said, then continued: “You’ll be sorry when I find a bunch of ancient Indian treasure!” he laughed. Danny shrugged and followed his classmates, parting with Andrew, who had slipped into the dirty hallway without anyone noticing. The door at the end was locked, but Andrew was able to open the cheap doorknob with an unraveled paper clip. The inside was pitch-black, and Andrew would’ve fallen down a long set of wooden stairs if he hadn’t turned on his phone’s flashlight.
“Pheeew, this stinks,” Andrew huffed, fanning the scent of the rotting wood away from his nose. He cautiously treaded down a seemingly endless flight of stairs that felt like they could give in at any moment. The damp walls around him narrowed as he finally reached the bottom, arriving at a long tunnel. Andrew could practically feel the darkness even through his flashlight. He thought about turning back, but the adrenaline of being in such a forbidden area kept him going.
The ground was covered in a thin layer of water that echoed loudly with each step. Andrew almost ran into the metal door that suddenly appeared before him after three minutes of walking. “This had better be a jackpot,” he smirked, surprised that the door was unlocked. Dim, automated lights flickered on as he entered the room, making Andrew flinch. The room he was in was no larger than an apartment’s bedroom, and it was stacked with rusted artifacts, jewelry, and coins, alongside many white bags that presumably had more of the same.
“Holy crap,” Andrew breathed as a grin crept its way up his face. “There really is a jackpot down here!” He cautiously rummaged through the treasures, looking for the shiniest, most golden pieces. After a few glances around the room, he began to load his pockets with the smaller rings and coins. Eventually, he found a bright golden necklace with a ruby in its center that he just had to put on out of excitement. He didn’t notice the veins pressing against his collarbone as his treasure hunt continued, until his hand touched a seemingly hot piece of metal.
“Ga-!” Andrew winced, thinking he had burned his fingers. His upper body began heating up. Looking down at his fingers, he realized that he hadn’t burned his hand – rather, his pale flesh was sizzling as dark, tan splotches were appearing and spreading like drops of water on paper. He opened and closed his fists a few times, watching his blocky fingers slim and elongate on fingers that look daintier every second. “O-oh crap,” Andrew mumbled, almost losing his balance as jolts of energy shot up his arms.
Thinking he’d been cursed, Andrew started to empty his pockets of the would-be stolen goods, and he ripped the necklace off and threw it on the ground. Nothing changed, and he continued to squirm as smooth brown flesh enveloped his arms, shoulders, and neck. Grueling pops and snaps emitted from his joints as his tall frame diminished, enlarging the T-shirt around him. His eyes widened with a blank expression as skin crawled around a morphing skull. Dark brown and black pigments consumed his blue irises and blond hair while his face tanned.
Through the peripheral of his eye, Andrew saw his girly little Indian hand writhe as his new flesh tightened around it. He nibbled at his bottom lip as it pouted out, starting to feel the feminine changes that continued to reshape his face. Andrew was surprisingly calm, and gently shook his head from side to side to guide his growing hair down his shoulders and back. His eyebrows felt like they were being painlessly waxed as they thinned and blackened to match his silky hair. Several minutes passed before he no longer felt himself changing. His arms, shoulders, neck, and head had all flawlessly transitioned into that of an Indian woman, but everything below and around his chest remained its regular white male self, albeit in a smaller size.
“What is this?” Andrew whispered in a strange voice, brushing his fingertips along his petite arms. He could feel some indescribable power welling up within him just begging to set loose. His hands trembled as he kneeled down and moved them toward the murky ground. After a ripple of energy, the lights in the room became brighter. The dirty floor he was on began to suddenly grow a fluffy regal carpet. Andrew smirked, feeling in total control of the situation. The little amount of furniture in the room became sturdy and complete, while the dirty metal door turned into a shiny silver piece that looked newer than new. All of the jewelry and artifacts shone brighter than ever.
“Look at all this…!” Andrew huffed, beginning to become conscious of his appearance as he glanced over more treasures. With a mere thought, he was able to grab one of the smaller artifacts and stretch it like clay before transforming it into a standard mirror encased in the original gold. “That’s me…” He did a double take at his reflection, softly pinching his beautiful face. He took his shirt off to see that his female Indian features ended just above his chest. Nonetheless, it wasn’t long before Andrew felt himself being turned on by his appearance. He cautiously cupped his cock in one hand, feeling his immense power erect it almost immediately. In a mere 20 seconds, the magical ecstasy shooting through his dick had him cumming longer and harder than he ever had before.
“Aaoow! Ooh fuck! Fuuckkk! Awwhhh!” Andrew couldn’t stop himself from practically yelling as his legs buckled, bringing him to his knees as he orgasmed for almost a full minute. He lay on the fluffy floor in delight for a few moments before standing back up to look at his reflection. After contemplating his female face, he waved a hand over it, applying all sorts of makeup and lip gloss for maximum beauty. Despite his intuitive magical abilities, Andrew couldn’t fix the disparity between the upper and lower halves of his body. He needed more power, and luckily, he instinctively knew where to get it.
“Come to the creepy hallway and walk all the way to the end of the tunnel at the bottom of the stairs. I’m in trouble and I need help but there’s a lot of cool shit down here.” Andrew texted Danny, knowing he’d come to Andrew’s ‘rescue.’ Andrew put his shirt back on and sat on the floor with his back to the door, awaiting the moment of Danny’s arrival.
“Dammit Andrew, you serious?” Danny hissed to himself when he received the text, having no choice but to go pull his friend out of trouble. Danny reluctantly slipped away from his peers and crept down the shaky stairs, telling himself he’d make Andrew pay for this with every step. As he walked down the long tunnel, he barely convinced himself from turning around, wondering if he was going the right way. Finally, he arrived at a beautiful silver door and opened it, hoping to see his friend.
“An…drew?” Danny whispered, walking into the luxurious room. He was unable to recognize Andrew through his long black hair. Andrew sat still enough to pass as a doll. Danny slowly crept up to the mysterious sitting figure that was his friend. Andrew suddenly turned toward Danny, looking up at him with the gorgeous face of an Indian woman.
“Danny,” he began, “it’s me! It’s Andrew!” Stunned, Danny examined Andrew’s face before recognizing the clothes he wore, then Andrew’s skinny white legs. Amidst Danny’s silence, Andrew continued: “Look at what this place did to me!” he said, twirling her dark arms in front of Danny’s face. “There’s so much power within me…” he huffed, quickly lighting a flame on his fingertip for a few seconds before blowing it out. “I want to…continue my growth.”
Through a tense throat, Danny squeaked: “What are you talking about? Y-you look like a girl…!” “So what?” Andrew retorted, “if you felt what kind of energy I had, you’d understand. Danny, do you w-want to be with me? Be me?” Danny began to back away at Andrew’s question, then Andrew leapt for Danny’s hand. “We can be… a goddess!” Andrew exclaimed. His left hand, holding Danny’s right hand, began to glow. Danny’s Caucasian fingers melded with Andrew’s dark fingers. Their flesh and bones mixed like two colors of paint until neither of their hands were recognizable. The conjoined hands became one inseparable unit – it wasn’t long before Andrew’s and Danny’s bodies were connected to each other through one long arm. Andrew’s Indian skin swiftly crawled up Danny’s side of the connection.
“What the FUCK?!!” Danny screamed, frantically tugging the long arm to no avail. Andrew giggled, then stood on his tip-toes – in a blur of motion, he lip-locked Danny’s wide open mouth while gently fondling his friend’s crotch with his remaining hand. “You’re OK, baby. You’re OK,” Andrew would whisper between kisses, enjoying the feeling of his tongue reaching into Danny’s throat to silence him. The long, lanky arm was quick to shorten in length, soon bringing their bodies side by side. The left side of Andrew’s body merged with Danny’s right side like clay, including their legs. Their clothes evaporated off of their bodies with a mere thought from Andrew.
Andrew’s magical touch was bringing Danny close to the same orgasm he had previously experienced, distracting Danny from what their merged body currently looked like. “Fuck,” Danny puffed, “Oh my fucking…a-AaAH!” Danny’s remaining hand wrapped around Andrew’s to furiously yank his shaft up and down, spewing buckets of cum on the carpet. Danny was gasping for air as he and Andrew milked his testicles for every last drop of semen he could conceivably have. Both of their genitals, and the fused leg in the middle of their bodies, shriveled in seconds, withdrawing themselves into their body.
The friends fell to the floor as they lost their balance, now having only one leg each on their conjoined self. Their individual bodies were close to being one whole. Feminine curves developed around their waist as Andrew’s dark skin finally began to spread around the entire body. The fat in their bellies churned as it gurgled and dropped to their lower body, popping many hip bones and joints in the process. Danny’s side of the body was almost out of white skin.
“Andrew, w-what’s…” Danny mumbled, dazed. “Do you feel it?” Andrew asked in a thicker accent, “Do you feel that power?” Their heads had crawled closer together, making it easy for Andrew to kiss Danny again. His lips glowed as his tongue slipped into Danny’s mouth, excited to endow him with femininity. “I-I do,” Danny said with a voice crack. Andrew smiled, watching Danny’s lips plump and soften. “O-Oh God, Andrew, I’m-!” Danny gasped, feeling his skull crack under dark, rippling flesh. His short brown hair began to tumble down his head, framing his morphing face that was tweaking and tugging in every direction.
With a smile, Andrew diverted his attention to their singular body. Pleasant THUDS echoed from their chest as it swelled. “Finally,” he huffed, tweaking all four of his and Danny’s nipples as they grew. Their combined chest was only a little wider than an average woman’s, yet four large breasts slowly developed across their body. As Andrew cupped and fondled his side, Danny slowly reached a hand to his, watching his large fingernails shrink and slim.
“O-Oh my-An-Andr…” Danny began, trailing off. His voice came out in a similar fashion to Andrew’s feminine, accented voice. He couldn’t explain why he felt that calling their body’s other head “Andrew” felt incorrect. Danny began to understand the intuitive magical abilities that they possessed, calming the sudden anxiety he felt after getting a good look at their body. Andrew smiled at Danny’s female face. He could tell that his thoughts were beginning to reach him.
“Do you feel it?” Andrew whispered, then continued: “Together, we are… a goddess.” Danny smiled sheepishly, feeling makeup begin to cake her beautiful Indian face. Andrew placed his hand at their flat, empty crotch after their long legs had finished feminizing. With a deep breath, the flesh rippled and buckled. Some of their skin in the area sunk inward while other parts fluffed out. Both Andrew and Danny hummed as Andrew’s hand molded and fondled their crotch into an unrealistically perfect pussy.
Danny swept her hand back and forth along their many breasts, turning and twisting her head to suck and kiss Andrew’s neck. Both of them felt the same pleasure from Andrew’s hand pinching their hardening clit. “Will we be like this forever?” Danny asked in fluent Hindi, feeling addicted to their newfound femininity. “Of course,” Andrew also replied in Hindi, leaning her face toward Danny’s, “We are one. We are whole. We are forever.”
The goddess borne from Andrew’s and Danny’s bodies grew in size as their heads kissed and slurped each other’s tongues. Danny’s thoughts donned them with jewelry and royal fabrics, while Andrew’s thoughts painted and manicured their nails, cleaned their hair, and moisturized their silky skin. Several sets of arms grew under their originals solely from the desire to touch themselves more. When the goddess was complete, she stood over nine feet tall and warped the room and tunnel around her to proudly strut back to the surface, eager to be worshipped.
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m2f = male to female. RC = race change.
