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"J'aime beaucoup creuser des trous."
"what a silly little language"
Aradia put down her phone down on a nearby rock and picked up a spade from the satchel she carried around, taking a look around at the landscape before her. Despite its rather unappealing look of simple grassy hills, to Megido, it was an untapped treasure. Quite literally too: every once in a while she'll find some cool hidden items in the ground; some remembrance of a time gone by. Aradia pockets the spade and the phone again then stoops over a small mound to find an open hole in the ground- nothing too big, perhaps a small lake size, leading into a heartless cave. Spotting it, this girl grabs the rope she had placed there last time and descends downwards, letting the moonlight guide her down into the jagged maw of the land.
It's time to explore for goodies. Turning the phone's flashlight on, Megido scans around, finding the path she took last time and then descends deeper down. It was cold as a small draft from the night air tickled her bare flesh, although Aradia was hardened to this feeling since birth. The chilly winds were a familiar theme that had accompanied her forever. And although most would say it were nothing, it did bring a sense of comfort to Megido. This weird girl definitely was a bit of an outcast to others, she had a breeze about her that drew from the pale, blank numb aura that had clung to Megido's skin.
Avoiding smaller rocks where she stepped, Aradia gracefully danced across the stone and dirt floor, finding where this small tunnel takes her today. Letting instinct take over, she quickly finds herself somewhere new: a large opening once again appears to her. This cave was far more deep than Megido had imagined, but that just meant there was probably something interesting to see too. Beaming the phone light across, nothing of note was seen. BORING. Swaying the light back across, something- barely seen- did seem to be captured in her eyesight. Finally! perhaps a new item to add to the growing collection. Aradia started trying to piece together what this thing was, already imagining where it would be placed on her wall of cool things.
With a spring in her step, Megido skips her way over and tries to scope out what this thing was: it was brightly coloured, something more white, or maybe pinkish. It DID shine off the light, even just barely. The closer she got to it, the more confusing this was getting: was this made out of fabric? If so, whats it doing down here? Why is it that colour? When Aradia reaches it, looking down at the find: it WAS fabric, one that shone off of light. Specifically some piece of hot pink clothing. Picking it up and trying to examine it, she finds it to be a tutu, of all things. Strange... Aradia remembers what a tutu is; on the internet having found some old cartoons of girls in tutus ages ago but looked boring and too artsy for her. Megido was too much of an outdoors girl to be tempted by something too girly and... wiggler-like. Still, what's this thing doing all the way down here, in a cave, in the middle of nowhere? In this bare light, it wasn't much to look at other than it being oddly clean. It was dusty and musty down here, yet this was near spotless when Aradia picked it up.
"hmmmmm..." puzzled, the explorer looked around her, hoping that someone wasn't somehow watching her at this point, obviously to see no one. "it wouldnt hurt..." she put the phone down, letting the light hit the roof, and then begins putting the tutu on over her clothes. Fitting perfectly around Aradia's waist, but it did look ridiculous. She scoffed at this mysterious piece of loot. Certainly one of the weirdest finds upon an expedition. Well, it wasn't gonna be left behind, surely someone would like this as a gift- perhaps Kanaya, or maybe Nepeta- Hell, maybe even that pervert Equius. With a smirk and giggle, she laughs to herself at the thought of Equius doing ballet. Oh well, to continue on.
This is stupid. Time to take it off-
Grabbing it and trying to move it down back to her legs, she found out that it wasn't budging. "hm?" Aradia tugs at it more, but despite it having been easy to put on, it now seems impossible to take off. Megido goes into trying to tear at it with her fists, but she cannot even get a simple rip in it. "what the...?" she starts to try and find something on the tutu that would be an easier way of removing it, but still nothing. A deep regret is born, already feeling its nails drag across the inside of the stomach as this tutu girl realises that this isn't coming off. FUCK! What will everyone think now? She's no fancy-pants dancing girl! Beads of sweat slid down her forehead in embarrassment and anxiety, something new happens. Something... Certainly new. The vile feeling of regret perished- morphed into a different emotion that took up a much larger spot in the gut. It was like a whole bouquet blooming inside: an indescribable, unique one Megido had not felt before. Weighing her down with the weight of big dumbbells. This, of course, did NOT bode well with that hot flash and sweat- Aradia felt as if something very wrong was happening, yet somehow, didn't want to stop it. "wha- what the HELL?"
The room suddenly begins to spin, and the air around Aradia grows thick with extreme arousal, a sickly suffocating invisible fog that would not let her go from its iron grip. This new ballerina's nipples harden, pushing against the bra- at the same time, areolae grew bigger and took a darker shade. With a stifled moan Aradia quickly takes her shirt off as its become a sweaty mess, letting her expanding breasts breathe. With each growth spurt a surge of lust corrodes this new slut's mind further which in turn causes Megido's pussy to drench itself- sensitivity shooting through the roof. "n-no! why does this feel sooooooOOOO GOOD!" STRETCHING the bra further, it began to dig into the skin "AH-! OUCH!" she quickly tears it off and lets her fresh floppy tit-pillows. With wide eyes Megido watches in real time as the flesh pounded on her, widening those boobs before it started to "lift"- the melon mounds stood up as if they were fake, balloon ones instead of what they used to be: sagging bell clappers. "uuughhhh... bouncy boobies..." Lightly bouncing them up and down, Aradia was amazed by how huge yet floaty those chest pendulums were now; it moved as if filled with air yet still felt all natural, her nipples now sticking out a LOT more far than they were before waved up and down like a windsock. "gawd... my nipples are so CUTE!" with a laugh Aradia plays with her new assets.
This isn't finished as Megido's butt started to swell; now those asscheeks were becoming more rounded and thicker, same as the thighs too, feeling the weight increase, but not to sag, but to jut out like someone placed to huge bowls on that butt. Aradia had become fine pottery art and more clay was being added to Aradia's body as she was moulded into the sexy girl who was becoming. The skirt began to fleet against this straining force- her panties already gone too thin and SNAPPED against the monstrous cake. The tutu tightens around Megido, strapping the bulging sex appeal in and thinning this bimbos waist; allowing the new, perfect stomach to slender down and forcing Aradia to be more womanly and sexy. The transformation doesn't stop there as the hair on that lays on Aradia's head lengthens, straightens out and becomes more sleek, the polar opposite to the previous unkempt frizzy hair style. Soon, the feeling in her tummy started to float, pass across the bouncy boner-inducing breasts, up a wet throat and into the skull. A disgusting humid cloud of sin began to melt her brain and turn it into a gooey mush- despite it draining all intelligence, Aradia never felt better in her entire life. "hhhhnghhhhh-" a deeply lustful moan escapes from her hot breath.
Standing there trying to balance this new weight scaling, the metamorphosis was not yet at its end: by pure magic Megido's clothes already began its own change to better suit this whore. It starts with the colour of her dress as it moved from a black to a cutesy pink, then out of nowhere becomes skin-tight: a new pair of tights. Aradia's shoes became dancing shoes, pointed and all. Despite having taken off her shirt, a leotard covered over the naked tits- with the balloon boobs it still shoved off a lot of cleavage. At its end, Aradia Megido now stood in this cave in full pink ballerina clothes, an ass and thighs that were enough to crush watermelons, and breasts that could give at LEAST 5 dicks a boobjob at once. To top it all off, her lips turned a cherry red and plumped up thicker and juicier, a glossy sheen coated them as a new horny hunger was made a primary emotion.
Aradia had been made perfect. A beautiful and busty girl who only thinks about who else she needs to satisfy.
"ooooohhh~ now i just need to get my hands on some FAT DICKED STUDS~"