Looking around the clearing I try to find the source of the noise, my gaze soon falling on a lithe redhead with engorged veiny breasts. The shafts of light streaming down from the canopy illuminate her, the light bouncing off the small pond before her acting as an additional fill light.
Behind her sits a large handwoven basket, the rough-hewn container resting be the rocks as various mushroom and wild root vegetables sit inside the bundle of shaped dry reeds. A light dress sits beneath the basket, the wrapped-up fabric working to hold the basket in place. The dress itself looks to be hand-made, the uneven stitching bridging a section of robin's egg blue and crisp white fabric drawing my eye.
"J'ai rate cet endroit" coos the redhead, snapping my attention back to her as she dips her dainty yet calloused foot into the crystal clear water. "Ca fait bien trop longtemps que je n'ai pas eu de temps pour moi"
Her words are lost on me, her sweet and softly spoken voice essentially spewing gibberish as I struggle to understand even a single word of her hastily whispered French.
Her hair is a bright fiery red, the wild strands having been pulled back into a loose and poorly managed ponytail. Sweat beads along her hairline, rivulets and droplets of the salty substance rolling down her sweet and delicate face. Her complexion shifts wildly, with her face and arms being coated in a faint tan and warm glow while all that her dress would have covered seems almost ghostly pale. Her cheekbones are high, her dull hazel eyes large, and her chin and jawline extremely delicate along with a pert little nose.
Her frame is tight and slender, the young woman standing at around 5'5", the bones of her pelvis and her lower ribs clearly showing through her pale flesh. Her stomach is relatively flat, silvery lines running around her hips and belly shimmering in the light of the pond. Her arms and legs, while skinny and rake-like, appear to be fit and athletic as though they saw vigorous exercise daily.
What catches my attention the most is her chest. Despite having a willowy and slender build her chest appears downright comically large on her. The massive mounds of milky pale flesh sag heavily, approaching her stomach as the bulbous mounds sway and tug at her with each movement. Blue veins show through from beneath her ghostly pale flesh, her skin appearing almost painfully tight and taut around my massive fatty sacs. Her areolas and nipples are large and puffy, the thick eraser-like nubs standing at attention in the warm afternoon air.
After a moment of testing she sinks down into the water, a shuddering sigh of relief slipping from her soft lips as she eases in further and further. Light bubbles seem to form on her skin, the refreshing acidity I had felt when I washed my face seeming to bite at her. Her massive breasts float in the pool, the moment the weight is off her shoulders her face quickly turning to one of pure bliss.
"C'est incroyable" she coos softly, sliding deeper and deeper into the pool until the waterline reaches her dainty chin. "Quand reviendrez-vous a la normale?" she huffs, pouting slightly as she glances at the massive floating mounds of straining flesh on her chest. "Peut-etre une fois que Cossette commencera a sevrer" she says with a sigh, taking a breath before dunking her head below the water.
As she disappears from view in the water I begin to move up towards the rocks, creeping over to a closer hiding place as I watch her ponytail unravel and the curtain of hair float up to cover the surface of the water.
I quickly pull myself against the rocks, keeping out of sight as I hear the redhead breach the surface with a loud gasp. The sound of water droplets and wet hair whipping about reaches me in my hiding place, a cute sweet giggling filling the clearing.
"Juste qualques minutes" she laughs nervously, splashing the water gently. "J'ai vraiment besoin de commencer a rentrer chez moi et de commencer le diner." she muses, floating back in the water as she looks up at the tree canopy. "Mais juste une minute ou duex de plus."
My mind races as the sounds of the swimming woman die down, the young lady simply enjoying the shade and the cool water in silence. Images of the lizards from before flash in my mind, my eyes darting over to my bag and then to the journal in my hand.
"I could test it now" I mutter under my breath, my blood running cold as I think of the redhead simply enjoying her time in the secluded pool. "Fuck, am I really..."
"Pardon?" coos the young redhead, the sound of the water around her splashing as she rights herself filling the clearing. "y a-t-il..." she begins to call out, her gaze falling onto my bulging backpack by the tree line. "Qui est la?"
Stepping out from behind the rocks I watch as the redhead lurches back in the water, her petite hands reaching up to cover herself on instinct despite her lower body remaining on full display beneath the glass-like water.
Swallowing hard, realizing it would either be this or tricking someone up into these hills, I step towards the pool. "Sorry about this" I sigh, kneeling by the water and sticking my hand in.
"Pardon?" she squeals, shifting back in the water as I approach. "Desole je ne parle..." she begins to say, her words falling short as the foaming bubbles begin to build around her. For a moment she simply sits there in confusion, the once slightly effervescent water turning violent within a matter of seconds.
Her eyes go wide as she spies her hand, the lightly tan flesh seeming to droop and drip from her frame as the water around her begins to shift into a flesh-like tone. A scream erupts from her lips, her jaw opening wider than I thought it could. She trashes in the water, the bubbles making it impossible for her to achieve any level of success in terms of moving through the pool.
With each heavy trashing and violent motion more of her seems to melt into the water, her massive bust appearing to pool out across the surface of the water and her hair leaving a slick layer of crimson dying the pond.
As her eyes catch my she looks down at my hand in the water, the gears turning rapidly in her panicked mind. "Aide-moi!" she cries, her jaw hanging lower and lower as she moves her mouth.
I can't react in time as the redhead lurches towards me, her oozing hand latching onto mine as she tries to have me pull her out. My eyes go wide, a shout of shock escaping my lips as I lose my footing and tumble into the frothy water. I'm soon forced under the surface, the bubbles and the weight of the frenzied woman pushing me further and further down. The water burns at my clothes, the thick and padded hiking gear melting away into nothing as the redhead clambers over me and wraps herself around my drowning form.
My body burns more and more by the second, the water itself softening me up with a mixture of acid and the bombardment of the bubbles. The gooey redhead however is the driving force behind it all, her melted form pressing into me and crushing my frame beneath her as she encases me in a panic. I can feel her tugging and pressing against my skin, the hair on my arms and legs vanishing as she practically forces herself into my pores.
After a few moments beneath the water, my lungs burning with lack of oxygen, I finally give in and open my mouth. As the last gasps of air bubble out I'm met with a new sensation as something warm and thick rushes inside my open maw. I being to write and thrash about beneath the water, gagging and clawing at the intruder as I feel the fleshy ooze stream inside of me and displace my own insides.
An all-encompassing heat builds inside of me. For a moment I feel two heartbeats, two sets of writhing twitching muscles, two sets of organs trying their best to fit inside the limited space. The heat soon creeps into my skull, my head throbbing as it feels like my brain is crushed against the inside of my skull.
"Ou suis-je?!" cries a voice in my head, the redhead screaming out from inside my own mind. I can feel her mentally, a dull and dim presence that feels downright tiny and submissive within the confines of the mindscape. "Cosette?! Maman!? Je veux mon... mon... mon..." she weeps, her words trailing off as her distraught voice seems to grow more tired and sleepy by the second. "Tellement fatigue... Juste une... une siester avant le diner..."
As the screeching voice in my head dies down, the associated pain dimming in turn, I find myself able to focus again. No more two heartbeats, no more straining and pained insides. In fact, as I slowly ease my eyes open I find the bubbling easing off more and more by the second.
I'm suddenly met with the same searing pain in my chest from moments ago, the lack of oxygen causing my aching body to scream and beg for me to surface. In an animalistic panic I writhe in the water, struggling to right myself as a large mass of auburn hair tangles itself around me. My heart races, the urge to simply breathe in the water builds by the second before I finally manage to surface with a loud and sudden gasp for air.
"Baise moi (Fuck me)" I cough, spewing up some water as I scramble over to the nearby bank. My arms and legs feel so different than before, lithe and fragile yet with oddly more endurance and well-trained muscles. A heaving and overly heavy weight beneath me leaves me struggling to move over to the sides of the small pond, my hips popping and shifting as I pump my legs beneath me.
Collapsing against the grassy bank I sigh with relief, drinking in the air around me as though it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. My lungs burn and my head swims with the lack of oxygen, so much so that it takes me a moment to notice the pressure in my chest as I rest atop the massive fleshy cushions bolted to my torso.
Inside my mind I can feel something new, a weakened yet ever-present little sensation creeping around in the back of my thoughts in some heavily diminished state.
As I push away from the bank, sighing with relief as I feel the downright painful pressure of my body weight ease off my chest, I look down at myself with wide-eyed astonishment.
"Certainement pas (Certainly not)" I mutter, blinking rapidly as I hear the soft dulcet tones escaping my lips. The words weren't right, yet I somehow understood them. "Pourquoi est-ce que je parle (Why am I speaking)... Est-ce francais?! (Is it French!?)" I muse, squeaking out the last bit as the reality slowly sinks in. Try as I might I simply can't force myself to speak English, each attempt simply causing the subtle intruder at the back of my mind to diminish further as I seem to consume its language skills.
Gazing down at myself I stare in awe at my body. I seem slightly taller than the redhead I had seen, though far shorter than my former 6'4" self. A curtain of long wet auburn hair clings to my slender frame, a blending of our firey red and light brown hair respectively. My arms and shoulder appear tanned much like her, a few more freckles dotting my skin thanks to those I had apparently brought with me.
Floating in the water alongside me are the biggest set of breasts I had ever seen in person. While most likely thanks to the new angle I was experiencing them they appear downright monstrous. The heavy and normally sagging mounds seem to have grown to mirror my taller frame, the bulbous sacs likely reaching down to the top of my flat belly and overflowing the sides of my slim torso. A pressure builds inside of them, the taut tight skin aching as it feels like something inside is desperately begging for release. The ache is mirrored in my puffy pink nipples, the firm nubs demanding something in the now icy feeling open air.
"Nourrir" softly coos a half-awake voice inside my skull, the presence rapidly shrinking away as my mind threatens to devour it whole.
"Nourrir? (Feed?)" I mutter myself, repeating the word as the meaning seems to ring loud and clear in my head. Reaching up I lift one of the hefty mounds, my biceps flexing as I feel the true weight behind my new chest. It feels so unbelievably soft, my fingers easily sinking into the pained flesh. As I give it a light squeeze, my slender fingers running closer to the nipple, my heart skips a beat. I watch in awe as a first a faint few droplets of white watery liquid slip out, only to be followed by a thin misty stream of the stuff.
"Non... Non non non non..." I begin to wheeze, stumbling back as I sink deeper into the water.
"Nourrir" coos the weak voices again, slightly more forcefully despite being but a faint whisper.
My gaze turns to the water around me, following the milk as it mixes with the pool. The water itself seems almost dirty, the once crystal clear surface now clouded and gray. The acidity and tingling is gone, replaced with an almost thick and heavy sensation that is hard to describe.
Looking over at the rocks I watch as the clear water dribbling from the top makes its way into the central body, the water around the foot of the trickling waterfall seeming to grow clearer by the second. Even as the small section of the water beings to refresh the pool at large seems inert, unusable after taking on such a great and terrible task.
Glancing up to my bag I gasp, the large and expensive canvas backpack having vanished entirely. In a panic I whip my head around, searching for where it could have gone. "Peut-etre en bas de la colline? (Maybe down the hill?)" I whimper, wadding over to the edge of the water.
As I reach the shore once more I look up, my eyes catching the sight of the foraging basket I had seen before as my jaw drops. Beside the reed basket sits a miniaturized version of my backpack, now missing a lot of the camping gear I had brought with me on my trip. The leather and canvas bag looks more homemade, stapled and sewn together from scraps to make something tough and useful. The top is open, a large button acting as the latch, the insides filled with a water bottle and some herbs along with a scrunched-up hat.
The dress beneath the basket is different as well. Gone is the light blue material, having been replaced with the thick black and red plaid of my flannel shirt. A pair of small and torn-up black jeans sit beside a rough and muddy set of vintage boots, the whole outfit looking like a bastardization of mine and the redhead's clothes.
As I stand in the water by the shore I begin to shiver, a faint wind picking up as the afternoon sun begins to wane.
"J'ai besoin de m'habiller (I need to get dressed)" I huff with a shivering voice and chattering teeth. "Je peux revenir plus tard et resoudre... ce (I can come back later and fix... this)" I wheeze, pulling myself out of the water and onto my dainty calloused feet as I look to the clothes and wince.
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