Tourists (Patreon)

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The tourists were warned every year. Signs were posted enumerating the myriad dangers posed by the cave systems and their connected mineshafts. Yet every year, tourists ventured into them, often wearing inadequate clothing, and assuming the risks were overstated or overblown. Every year, tourists vanished in the cave complexes, never to be seen again.

The woman began to think better of her choices as the changes ramped into full swing. When they first began, deep in the cave, she thought it was merely the result of stale air, the smell of bat guano, or her own nervousness. She turned around when the ears had begun to grow from her head, their presence unnerving in a way the girl could not describe; far behind the fact that her body was changing and growing, the presence of the wars brought new sounds, sensations, and…awareness…to her that brought her simultaneously back to reality and sent her mind plummeting into confusion and fear. She scrambled back down the pathway toward the entrance, seeking the slight, certain that everything would be ok if she could just make it out of the caves. As she scrambled she felt the changes continue - her legs swelling and becoming toned with muscle, her abdomen tightening with fear…as well as arousal. Her ass swelled against the tight fabric of her shorts, growing damp with the humid air and the sweat of her exertion. She felt her face contort, the ears on her head continuing to grow and to assault her with a cacophony of sounds. Her breasts felt tender, sensitive, and…swollen. She felt them growing larger, her nipples rubbing uncomfortably against the rough fabric of her tank top. On vacation she never wore a bra, delighting in the feeling of freedom that provided. Now, as her breasts surged forward and threatened to escape the confines of her shirt entirely, the sensation of her unrestrained breasts brought forth different emotions. Her arousal grew as the flesh of her breasts continued to expand, surging in unison until the woman was nearly overcome. She watched as her friend sprinted from the mouth of the cave, hoping to escape the fate now befalling her friend. The woman slowed, her mind clouded and overcome. She turned back toward the cave, sounds from the deep echoing up toward her, sounds that now felt safe, comfortable, and familiar. Her changes continued to assault her body, and as her arousal and enjoyment grew, she stepped deeper into the cave again, abandoning the light…”