Night had fallen... and most were asleep. In one house, the whims of chaos unleashed by the stone had begun its work. No longer contained by the energy of wishes, it simply did its own thing. There was no reasoning to it.. it was just magic unleashed with no will or desire other then to foster new patterns in existence.
Mike shivered a little as he was left alone. For a moment, a soft smile crept on his lips in his room - well Tim's guest room... Tim didn't clean up this place at all giving Michael his space. It was a guest room after all, and Mike had it pretty much as he liked it. It wasn't quite as disorganised in here, with some old socks, and T-shirts that have yet to go to the wash.. his friend/host was nice enough to remove the cups now and then that accumulated in his usual tidy-up. Just.. not today. Mike laid down, not aware of his hair starting to lengthen, trickling down the back of his neck in a subtle wave tickling his skin. He closed his eyes, thinking back on that vision in the kitchen... he tried to send himself there again... to explore this new confidence and revelation. As he slept he must have gone straight to that dream.
The sky.. was orange. No.. Gold. Looking up, Mike saw an amazing sight as he stood on some kind of grassy field. The sky was filled with an incredible huge fox-like creature, filling up space as far as the horizon. He stared at it in wonder. He felt so.. small compared to Her, yet he certainly didn't feel lesser. Indeed it felt more like this.. entity? Goddess? (How did he even know it was female?) Well... Whatever it was... it felt important. Somehow part of his new existence. Her huge tails filled the sky, for she has thousands of tails.. absolutely thousands. The divine being didn't seem to notice Mike at first, as he was standing on the grass.. a small man in a big world that was all Hers. He felt an instinct to call out to the being...
"Hey... uh... excuse me..." he whispered in a slightly cracked voice. Even with his new found confidence he wasn't quite prepared for a sight like this.
Somehow, the entity with a head the size of the moon, turned to look at him in response. He had her attention... her expression looked akin to desiring to 'play' with a new child. One of her tails fell from the sky towards him, somehow grabbing his small body with static cling on his clothes as he was hoisted to join her in the sky. Mike felt himself picked up in Her embrace... fox tails everywhere. This place was fractal in nature with tails upon tails, yet was somehow not as horrific as it sounded. They felt so soft... he grabbed at the fur as he was gently pushed and pulsed by the multitude appendages of the thousand tailed fox. A desire filled him... that new found confidence surfaced again. Yes, this place was strange, but he didn't have to react to it... he could act instead.. All he has to do was reach out, and take it. If he knew what 'it' was. Right now he wanted to touch one of those tails...
He growled a little, buffeted and shaken by the very tails he desired... but which one? So many different tails with curious colours... then he saw one that was different then all the others, with its strange hue of blue against the red and orange backdrop. This one was his... he felt it... he grabbed it. And felt a shock of divine power! Magic! It felt odd as he pulled on it. It felt.. like it was now connected to him? Reaching down amongst the tendrils he could see that this tail had indeed connected to the base of his spine, somewhere under his clothes..
"Earth..." Echoed a voice
Was that the power he now had? He was really starting to like this dream...with a gentle cradle and a push, he could reshape matter as if it were clay... if that was what one tail could do.. would he try to get another tail? He knew he had to try...
Mike was quick to dive once again, into the many tendrils of strange tails of the huge Mother Fox. The creature for whatever reason didn't react, as She danced in the sky. Now Michael was a lot more focused. With his new tail, he felt a lot more nimble too. It flowed behind him, in this strange sea of divine energy sending its own wake of magic across his field of vision. Finally he found what he was looking for.. another tail, blue with distinct fur patterns on it. He touched it and was prepared for the new energy it invoked.
"Fire," said the booming voice.
Mike gasped. It was like he had absorbed the very nature of fire. The power to create from destruction.. Energy was equivalent to Mass Squared... through fire came destruction. The image of that forest came into his mind as he saw new life spring from destroying.. everything. That from fire came purity, conversion, destruction but also warmth, light, and even.. hope. It felt awe inspiring to behold such power as it nestled deep into his body like a miniature sun, joining the Earth he also wielded.. it was like 'being' a planet dancing with a star...
This was a wonderful dream!
In reality and on his bed, Michael felt a slight.. tingle across his skin. His body hair fell off, almost instantly, becoming as dust on the covers. His hair, which had already lengthened became even longer changing colour from black to a light whitish blue. Wrapping his head to the side, he could feel it being soft and luxurious, though this simply translated to more imagery for his dream. Leaning a bit into it at the side, his legs started to thin as muscles were lost yet.. certainly not becoming any less strong. Soon he was left with sturdy feminine legs. His hips expanded and his waist narrowed very gently. The warmth in the pit of his stomach never faded, as fully female organs formed replacing his male configuration. Soon.. a perfectly normal vagina was present between his.. or rather her legs. Her chest started to tingle; the nipples first enlarged followed by breast tissue, pushing ever outward. Soon they.. collided with each other, giving a rather generous C-cup size... at the sudden weight, mike shifted his position again on the bed. His shoulders began to narrow... Mike looked the very picture of his own sister, with hair running to her shoulders. It was quite a strange colour, an almost shiny silver with streaks of pink. The colour of mother of pearl, or Pearlecent. It felt very soft...
Mike's new girlish form lost just a few inches in height. Not much, but just a bit. Though she could not see it, her eyes had now become a lovely shining blue in colour. It certainly matched her hair in a curious way. Her facial features were starting to change, which had looked a bit strange until this point. Her nose became a little smaller, and her chin started to soften.. A rather fetching and beautiful face with an alluring beauty and high cheek bones, with not a trace of hair on it. It was almost crystal in its perfection. Her teeth started to shift a bit in her mouth, straightening out a touch, as her tongue might feel them moving..
The new woman slept in her bed... but changes were not yet over. A similar change was happening in Tim's bedroom too.
Tim, like his friend, found himself in a strange dream. He floated, amongst a deep, black void. There was nothing but stillness, emptiness and... silence. Perfect stifling order filled his vision and his existence. This was... nice. This was the place he felt he had longed for, a little peace from the world. This place was safe, predictable and unchanging. He didn't know for how long he floated there. The cool, comforting embrace of the stable nothingness held him like a mother to a child. There was nothing to mark time with even. Time was change after all, and this world remained perfectly, unceasingly, unchanging.
Then something began to stir within his chest, some Emotion. It was so 'human' to want something when presented with pure nothingness, but the definition of that feeling was difficult to pin down exactly. It was comprised of so many things all stacked together. Fear boredom, and yearning... exhilaration and joy, sorrow and love, even hate and Chaos. The storm grew within him, building and building upon itself "“ Growing stronger, and stronger until he could barely contain it
He could not contain it any further.
In an explosion of sensation, as if dropped into the fabric of space-time, the chaotic storm surged from deep within his body. Light streaked across the cosmos as life filled the void. There were burning fires at incomprehensible temperatures now called stars, with matter and debris collecting around it by gravity clumping then orbiting. Everything was in motion, everything was a dance. Every movement Tim made caused a shift, a change in the universe. He didn't have to do anything, but simply exist to make anything happen. Their ramifications were impossible to calculate. Anything could exist to him.. anything. Colour, sound and life filled the nothingness of before with unpredictability tearing the safety of the former world to shreds.
Lost within the dance, Tim could do nothing but simply experience the wonder, the awesome and awful nature of the dangerous, deadly beauty before and around him.
As Tim dreamed, his body slowly began to shift around him. His body hair, already thinning from before his dream began, starts to shiver. His skin tingling again as it simply Un-grew, as if time reversed locally. The skin left behind was smooth, soft, and sensitive "“ The coarse fabrics of his sleeping wear were somewhat irritating him. His hips are next to twinge, creaking slightly as they began to grow outwards. His pelvis reconfigured, widening at the center. At the same time, a slight compressive force started to build. Firming and tightening around his waist, his shoulders; slowly causing them to migrate inwards. The broad shoulders of the mechanic were soon replaced by a more slender pair, flexible and soft. He now had new gentle curves from his growing hips up towards the remainder of his body. And all the while, he slept "“ tossing and turning at the changes, lost in his dream of chaos... not entirely enjoying it but not disliking it either.
Back within the dream Tim was in motion again, past the center of creation, viewing the universe from a distant place... further and further away, even the specks of void left behind in their dance were gone. Tim sighed, relaxing back into it, so lost in the wondrous dream. It was like he found the centre of the universe- from the outside? Strange cylinders shapes that no mortal had ever seen flew past him. Empty spaces that yearned to.. become something. As he brushed past them, so did his presence evoke change...
The universe continues to grow farther away, the strange patterns becoming clearer and clearer as Tim watched the fading lights. A glimmering, colossal cylinder took shape of brilliant colour... of every colour.... And then It shifted, moving like a ship. He caught the glimpse of something else A shape with five protrusions, each ending in a sharper digits. four digits. Four giant digits attached to a paw, attached to a leg. And in front of him swept an impossibly huge tail, buffeting him back further and faster "“ The star-creature he'd been unknowingly watching came into full view at last. It was not what he expected...strange rodent-like features turned to regard him with interest, galaxy spanning ears twitching lightly with stars circling it's eyes.
Tim had a fairly 'normal' reaction when presented with the unknown... He had to get away from this!
Run! Get away! Move! Was this thing going to eat him? Why was it looking at him like that! He just wanted to go home! But with nothing to grip onto, nothing to steer himself, Tim's efforts were in vain. Even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to tell where he needed to go in the infinite reaches of the cosmos to find his home. The familiar, unchanging surroundings seemed so very very far as the creature moved towards him, One clawed paw came down, stars burning within it as it approaches him, the creature looking over at him implacably. And then Contact.
The claw of its foot touched his chest, and a fire began to burn inside. Soon, he saw his body reshape in the dream, matching his half changed body in the real world. He actually 'felt' the changes between his legs and hips now... what was going on? 'This isn't real though...' it was a dream.. a dream... wasn't it? Why did it feel like this was really happening to him... Slowly, the force of change began to to concentrate on his chest. Each nipple swelled and perked up as the sensations danced within them. Her chest followed suit, swelling out. A moan emerged from her lips, the sound higher and feminine. She stared wide eyed at her newly minted female body. "Wh-What did you do to me?" He- well- she called to the starry being as it just stood there. Did it even notice her now? All it did was play in the cosmos, scurrying and running...
Then another surge shocked through Tim, like a physical blow "“ her hair fell outwards, spilling down her back. It changed into a fiery crimson colour. Yet another surge hit, and her scream- more of shock then of pain is soon lost in the flaming pleasure of her reshaping face. Facial hair burned away as hard lines are forcibly softened into smooth curves. Her lips swelled up slightly as her nose diminished. Her eyelashes soon extended outwards even as her eyes ever so softly widened.
"No more..." she whispered. She couldn't take this dream any more...
And yet, still the power burned, as one final surge pulses through her. Her body began to compress downwards. Inch after inch of height lost as the implacable being turned for a moment watching again. Finally Tim was now almost an entire foot shorter than she had begun, her chest protruding out into a modest, but certainly eye-catching B-cup bust line; her hips widen and waist narrow. She was a woman... in all but mind.
"But... why?" she stuttered, staring down at her body. At least.. it was over... right?
There was no answer. With a final, almost derisive flick, the being sent her flying away, catapulting through space and time. The dizzying spin of the cosmos soon overwhelmed her as the dream ended...
