Island Perfect Pt. 1 - TG Caption

I was shipwrecked. I couldn't believe it, but at least I’d found this tiny string of islands, though I had no idea how. They didn't appear on any map. I should still be days from land. Exploring the main island at first gave me some relief. There was a spring, fruit trees, a surprising amount of wildlife. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. So why the feeling of unease? Why not be happy that I had apparently stumbled upon an ideal spot to wait out eventual rescue?

It far too perfect. The spring was on an upraised rocky part of the island with a ring around it, forming a natural basin of sorts before flowing into a stream and irrigating fields on it's way to the ocean. The animals all formed pairs, and I didn't see more than two of anything... except for the little ones. Every single pair of animals was accompanied by a small retinue of minis. Perfect little families. Every. Single. One.

From around a bend, I saw a man emerge. He was tall and dark olive-skinned, obviously tanned from the island sun. His hair was long and black, and he wore a short beard... a short beard, and nothing else. I got a flash of his stupidly impressive manhood before quickly turning away, oddly shy at the sight of him. I was similarly nude, having lost my clothes in the wreck, but I was no slouch myself. Still, I turned away in embarrassment, wanting to run but strangely unable to do so. I instead walked to the edge of the beach, staring at the setting sun.

My breath grew short, and my skin prickled. What was happening to me? I kept having alternating flashes of hot and cold even as my mind turned back to the man I had just seen, to what was between his legs. Why was I so stuck on that? Disturbingly, I grew hard at the mental vision. I had little time to worry about what that meant as the growth between my legs was followed by growth elsewhere. First my nipples, then the chest supporting them began to expand. I reached up to do... something, try to stop whatever this was, try to push them back in... I don't know. Any attempt, no matter how irrational ended as soon as I made contact with my nascent breasts an---NNNAAAAHHHHH!!!!

I dropped to my knees, still convulsing, now squeezing my ever-expanding chest. The nipples grew longer, hard and hot against my palms. Looking down, I watched my thighs smooth over, the hair dropping away. Muscle was quickly swallowed by feminine fat when they rounded and plumped.  My achingly hard cock seemed to shrink between their buttery bulk until I realized it actually was shrinking. Losing none of it's rigidity, it continued to retreat until apparently finishing nestled under a bit of skin. Tearing one hand away from it’s new happy place, I tried and failed to grasp my balls. Instead, they were pulled up into my abdomen, part of a new set of organs already forming. Questing fingers finally encountered the junction between my legs, a very wet, very feminine slit. Almost against my will, I ran a single digit down the center, feeling new lips slide stickily apart. Toward the bottom I reached a tiny fissure and pressed inside. Muscles low in my belly rippled in response and a second finger soon followed. Before I knew it, I was knuckles deep, stroking in and out, in and out, while still kneading my left breast without conscious thought.

I breathed deeply, nostrils flaring as I lavished in the island’s smells of sea salt and powdery sand. Hair crawled down my back even as my thoughts began to turn. There was another scent on the breeze, one that was getting stronger by the minute, a musky, sharp smell that was doing... things to my body beyond the transformation, making me want, making me think of-  I shook my head, trying to dislodge the thought but it was hopeless. Babies. I needed babies. That's what this form was for. That's what the island wanted. It wanted me to be… I wanted to be BRED! A third finger joined in the deliciously distracting fun down below, the rhythmic wet 'slosh, slosh' audible even over the gently lapping waves and approaching footsteps...