Island Girls - TG Caption

"I'm so very pleased you signed up to be a member of our island's Native Repopulation Program, Martin. It’s a decision you won’t regret. I guarantee it!"

"Yeah, well, I've been wanting to relocate for a while now and your group's offer was too good to pass up. But how is a, uhh... very pale guy such as myself supposed to help repopulate the island's native people?" Martin stole an opportunity to check out his guide's undeniably incredible booty. Damn, he loved island girls. "And what happens now?"

"Now?" his personal island guide responded. "Now, you get the answer to your question. This is the best part. Watch."

So Martin watched, and witnessed the exact moment his changes began. First, he noticed his arms thinning slightly. He was no bodybuilder, but he had some natural bulk. Bulk, which was diminishing. Beyond that, the thick, wiry, blonde hair that covered his arms fell out at an alarming rate, leaving an itchy sensation. As he scratched his arms the rest cleared away, leaving darker, wispier hairs behind.

"Don’t worry," she said. "You’ll still have plenty of strength to carry and care for all your future babies."

As he met her eyes with incredulity, his site-line dropped. He went from staring down at her, to meeting her gaze evenly, to looking up into a widely smiling face and mischievous eyes, and it wasn’t just height he lost. His body thinned overall even as it continued to shrink. That mass had to go somewhere and Martin could feel it shifting and repositioning in a general direction towards his middle.  It made him feel willowy and frail.

Something began to tickle at his shoulders, and he reached for it, pulling dark, slightly coarser hair than he was used to into view. He realized then it wasn’t just his hair that had darkened. The skin on his arms had already moved past tan and was edging towards dusky.

Muscle cramps in his legs redirected Martin’s attention down, and he observed the changes as they took place. His skinnier calves reshaped slightly, but that was nothing compared to the difference in his rapidly thickening thighs. As the muscle and fat continued to gather his hips began spreading, providing ever more room that was quickly filled in. With loud pops from realigned hip joint, his stance shifted, permanently altering his gait toward the feminine.

"Please, you have to stop this. I’m not supposed to be a woman or a... a mother!"

"Oh? Are you certain, Martin? Hmm.. perhaps Martina? Just think how it would feel to hold your new little one in your arms. To nourish them with the milk from your own breast."

Martin couldn’t respond. The guides suggestion sparked a fire in his chest. His nipples stung like they were being pinched by thick, invisible fingers before they heated and started to swell. The process repeated in an erotic rhythm, pinch then throb, pinch then throb, and continued to grow. They weren’t alone. Two hard lumps of tissue formed behind each, pushing them further out into the world, demanding attention as they continued to expand. His skin hadn’t stopped changing either, growing darker by the minute, but the now huge nipples were almost entirely black and aching with a need to be pinched again.

More changes occurred. Martin’s legs settled into a new, rounder shape. The extra pooch at the top was set off by a tiny, incongruous thigh gap which contained the last bastion of his former, now much dwindled masculinity. As distracting as that was, it couldn't compare to the changes occurring opposite his once proud member. His formerly flat and pale backside changed dramatically, doubling in size and giving no indication of stopping anytime soon. Much of his displaced mass ended up there, though that still left a heavy, concentrated lump in his belly that he didn’t understand.

Taking a shuffling step forward, Martin tried to accustom himself to the changes. Any movement caused vibrations to echo through his hefty bottom and expanded chest. Reaching back with tiny, dark hands, he grabbed a hold in a doomed attempt to stop the jiggling, given his new ass-to-hand ratio. As one returned to the front, it brushed the sensitive nub that was once his penis, and Martin nearly collapsed from the overwhelming sensation before he was steadied by his ever present and helpful guide.

Martin rested there a moment but pulled away when his belly started to rumble worryingly. He felt a hot, bloated sensation low down that quickly grew uncomfortable. He couldn't help but groan and clutch at his stomach, but the pain vanished just as suddenly when the skin around Martin's recently shrunken waist began to stretch. At the same time, the remnants of his scrotum, pulled tight against his flat crotch and the skin split, separating and blooming into multiple layers of pink folds. He...She was conscious of changes in her face as well. Her nose crunched and reduced in size while her lips seemed to blow up nearly as much as her ass, but her stomach dwarfed them all.

Between her new vagina and massively expanded belly, Martin’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She reached out, subconsciously looking for something to hold onto. A hand clutched hers and she was pulled into a hug made awkward by her very big, very pregnant belly. Within moments, Martin’s breath slowed and her guide stepped back, taking the new woman in.

"Wow, you turned out beautifully! Now, just one final thing. We need to put on your suit and get a group shot of you and your fellow inductees before your new husband comes to pick you up!"

"My new what?!?"

"Don’t worry, you’ll love him. I guarantee it! Now, say cheese!"