This choice: Kelly finds a cave with a mysterious pool of mystical waters • Go Back...Chapter #5Strange water by: Millie   Kelly stepped tentatively into the jungle, his flashlight casting a feeble beam through the dense foliage. The air had the scent of damp earth and the sound of unseen creatures echoed through the darkness. The storm had passed, leaving in its wake a stillness that was almost eerie. His heart raced as he thought of the vast expanse of water that separated him from home, the yacht a distant memory sunk below the waves. His mind was a tumult of fear and determination, a heady mix that propelled him forward.
The ground beneath him was a tangled mess of vines and roots, threatening to trip him at every turn. He stumbled through the underbrush, the beam of light dancing on the leaves above. His eyes darted around, searching for anything that could serve as firewood, his thoughts racing faster than the light. It was as if the jungle itself was trying to swallow him whole.
Without warning, his foot caught on a particularly gnarled root, sending him hurtling forward. Time seemed to slow as he desperately reached out, trying to grasp at anything to stop his fall. The world spun around him, the light from his flashlight arcing wildly. He felt the ground give way and realized too late that he wasn't just falling, he was rolling down an incline. The vegetation grew sparse as he picked up speed, and the air grew cooler.
With a jolt, he slammed into something solid. The flashlight flew from his hand and clattered against a rocky surface, illuminating a small cave entrance. He lay there for a moment, stunned, the wind knocked out of him. Slowly, the pain in his side subsided, and he managed to sit up, taking stock of his new surroundings. The cave was small but inviting, a stark contrast to the oppressive jungle.
As he picked himself up, the beam of light reflected off a pool of water at the back of the cave. It shimmered with an unnatural glow, as if the very essence of the moon had been captured within its depths. His parched throat begged for a sip, and his hunger-weakened body urged him to accept the offer of hydration. Yet, a nagging sense of caution held him back. Was this a mirage? A trick of the light? Or perhaps a trap?
With trembling hands, he bent down and scooped up the water, letting it trickle through his fingers. The liquid felt cool and alive, not just wet but rejuvenating. His thirst won the battle over his skepticism, and he brought the water to his lips. As the water touched his tongue, a sudden surge of energy coursed through him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before—like lightning in his veins, setting his body alight with vitality.
He felt his muscles stretch and expand beneath his skin, his limbs thickening and lengthening. His chest broadened, and his abs tightened into a sculpted six-pack. His skin grew smoother, his body hair disappeared, and his face softened into a blend of masculine and feminine features. His eyes widened in shock as his hair grew longer and changed to a vibrant platinum blonde, cascading down his back like a waterfall of silk. His height shot upwards, reaching the towering height of 7 feet.
His clothing, already tattered from the storm and fall, could not contain his new form. The fabric ripped away like paper, exposing his transformed physique. He was now completely naked, his new body a spectacle of power and beauty. The water had not just quenched his thirst; it had rewritten his very essence, turning him into a creature of mythical proportions.
Kelly's once-thin arms had ballooned into brawny biceps that rippled with every flex, each muscle defined like a chiseled statue. His shoulders were broad and square, capable of bearing the weight of the world. His chest was a landscape of firm, defined pecs, each one standing proudly at attention, and his abs were so tightly knit that they could have served as the strings on Apollo's lyre. The light from the fallen flashlight played over his body, painting shadows and highlights that accentuated every curve and plane of his newfound musculature.
His legs had transformed into pillars of power, each muscle group standing out in stark relief, from the bulging quads to the sinewy calves that ended in dainty, yet surprisingly sturdy feet. His skin was now as smooth and flawless as marble, unmarred by the scruff that had previously covered his body. His new frame was a canvas of perfection, with not an ounce of fat to spoil the picture. The water had not just made him stronger; it had remade him into a vision of sex appeal, a creature that would turn heads and drop jaws in any human society.
Kelly's gaze fell upon his new genitals, which had also undergone a transformation. Where there had once been the average college boy's equipment, there was now a generous, fully erect cock, the size and girth of which would make even the most seasoned adult film star envious. It throbbed with newfound power, as if eager to explore this alien world. His balls were now heavy and full, nestled in a patch of neatly trimmed platinum pubic hair that matched the mane that cascaded down his back.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch, his fingers gliding over his sculpted abs and down to his cock, feeling the heat and hardness that was now a part of him. He began to stroke himself, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating. His mind raced with questions. "What have I become?" he whispered to himself, the words echoing through the cave. The water had not just altered his physical form but had also intensified his senses and desires.
Kelly took a deep breath and flexed his arms, watching in amazement as his biceps bulged and his veins popped. He felt a surge of power that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. The cave walls seemed to pulse with the beat of his new heart, each throb sending waves of pleasure throughout his transformed body. He caressed his chest, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the unyielding strength beneath.
He looked down at his cock again, and a wicked smile spread across his face as he began to stroke it with purpose. The feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced—intense and all-consuming. Each touch sent bolts of pleasure up his spine, making his toes curl and his breath hitch. The more he touched himself, the more his body craved it, the more he wondered what other secrets this island held.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he picked up a stone from the cave floor. It was a good size, about the diameter of a baseball, and heavy. With a casual flick of his wrist, he crushed it to dust in his long, slender fingers. The power surging through him was intoxicating, and he felt like a god. He took another stone, larger this time, and crushed it in his fist, feeling the satisfying crunch and the way the rock gave way to his newfound might.
He had to know what his limits were. He approached the cave wall and punched it with all his strength. The impact was deafening, and the wall cracked under the force. He pulled back his fist, and a chunk of rock fell to the ground. He was shocked by his own power but also thrilled by it. He felt invincible.
But with great power comes great temptation. His hand found its way back to his cock, and he began to stroke it with a mix of curiosity and hunger. His touch grew more urgent, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through him like the storm that had brought him to this island. He leaned back against the cool, damp wall of the cave, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding.
The cave itself seemed to pulse with his desire, the walls echoing the rhythm of his hand. The glow from the pool of water cast an erotic light across his body, painting him in a soft, ethereal glow. The sounds of the jungle outside were a distant whisper, a siren's song that seemed to encourage him onward.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuuurge
With a gasp that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cave, Kelly climaxed. His body arched, and his cock erupted, shooting thick, solid ropes of cum that arced through the air, painting the cave floor and walls with his essence. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of his new form. Each spurt was like a declaration of victory, a proclamation of his dominance over this new world.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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