A Swann's Life For Me(Elizabeth Swann Tg)

Billy the Boar was true to his name, aggressive and brutish, no crew able to handle his foul nature nor his foul stench after enough weeks in close quarters. Now that he was getting on in years, his only chance of retiring would be either through getting lucky, or getting strung up on a rope, and it was the former he was after any curses be damned as he rowed his stolen dinghy over to the island, looking for a shore and finding none. He only had time to copy the rough area it was at while he was working under another pirate, sneaking peeks between clean up and ferrying items for the overly confident captain. He was possessive of that damn map even if he'd never use it, saying there was a fearsome curse on it, but Billy was a boar not a chicken and he wasn't the type to back down off some superstitious hogwash.

He circled the skull shaped island three times before realizing there was no spot to land, the cove more of an entrance than a place to drop anchor and explore. It certainly lived up to its name, Isla De Muerta, though he figured plenty of old rocks looked like skulls due to chance after enough time. What really mattered was the smell that grew as he rowed into the dingy entrance, metallic and sharp and rich. Gold, and lots of it, his excitement building as he entered a massive chamber. It was more treasure than he could even imagine, more than ten lifetimes of depravity could make a dent in as every spare inch of it was covered in coins, bars, jewels. There were a few footprints preserved that were frantic, a few bullets carved into the walls from some fight in the past, but that barely mattered. They were likely dead on the seafloor, victims of betrayals or what have you. That's why he preferred to work alone, the only time he knew for sure he wouldn't be screwed over. As he hit land, Billy's eyes immediately landed on the central altar, a great golden box at the center of the horde of treasure with the lid ajar.

He had never had the honor of losing his footing on too much gold, but it was the rare time he felt glad to have such shaky balance, the box lid heavy, but easy enough to move over for a big guy like him as he stared down at the shine of gold coins, nearly bursting from the box. Some of them had blood flecks on them that almost looked fresh, though that was impossible, even the newest footprints years if not decades faded in the cavern. Yet it felt fitting for blood money, the center of this treasure pit and he couldn't help but squeal like a kiddie at the sight of all his dreams coming true. There was always something moneylenders and rich folk did he always wanted to emulate, but never had money to try. Pulling out one of the cleaner ones, but not noticing the vibrant red on the bottom, he put it in his mouth and bit down hard, unsure of why they did that, but if he was going to be rich from now on, he ought to learn to-

CRRCK

"GAAHH! AGH FAAH MAH TOOF!"

The playful bite had cracked one of his molars, pain racing through his mouth as his tongue flicked out, his finger letting go as it popped in like a candy. Despite the grievous mouth wound as he spit out the two cracked halves of his molar, it was shockingly bloodless, his tongue fondling the new gap, sliding between to find a nub of something growing in the beds of his exposed gum. At that moment the coin in his mouth decided to melt, mixing with the blood on them as it slid down his gullet, the metallic tang similar enough to blood to make him assume it was a delayed spurt of some as he coughed, swallowing more than he spat. His gum was sore at the spot, the tiny nub of tooth now a solid dish, his tongue probing and tapping as he realized a new one was growing in, faster than when he lost his baby teeth, and in a manner different than its neighbors. His teeth were stained with nicotine and wore down from years of chewing marrow from bone, yet this new one felt not only full, but healthy.

"What in the 'ell is this th-NNGH!" The rest of his jaw trembled, the pain of the first tooth now afflicting its neighbors, his teeth clenching tight as each unhealthy specimen in his mouth was crumbling, cracked and yellowed chunks raining from his mouth. Each one was turning loose in turn, spreading from the bite, fracturing and making room for similar nubs as the first healthy tooth regrew. His tongue was running along his rising pearlies, noticing an odd gap between them, as if his mouth was too large for the new ones coming-

CRUNCH

"GRAAAH!"

His jaw seemed to agree, the pain making him stumble, a tumble of coins sliding in the wake of his fall as the top of his double chin collapsed, his gums bleeding as they lost years of gingivitis, compressing into healthier pink bases, the touch of scurvy and heavy drinking removed. His lips recessed for a bit under the growing teeth, his mouth still half empty as bottom and top filled in. He ended up teasing his bottom lip, all the swelling in his gums seemingly transferred to it as it plumped, sun burn scarring and fleshy dead ends pulled down into a thick, pillowy bottom to his now significantly reduced jaw.

Billy had landed on a golden dish in his fall, clocking him on a cheek as the force made it pop, his jaw hanging slackly as he squinted in the light to see what the hell was happening to his face. Black oily hair hung in dirty rat tails from his scalp, his skin scarred and burnt into a leathery tan from years on the ocean. His left eye was clouded over with some affliction from the last few years and true to his name he was a large man if you measured him from the waist instead of from head to toe. His body had degraded over the years from hard, unprincipled living and now it all seemed to be reversing, forcing it on him as his body detoxed from his lips outwards, the leathery skin peeling back to reveal skin that gleamed in the light, but not half as much as his perfect set of chompers, white and pure.

All the bones around were popping into shape, the skin loosening as he grunted, the pain lessening as more of his old self peeled away like an onion shedding its top layer, his left cheek caving in to a matching hollow as the new skin revealed was smooth and unblemished, with a rosy tint that stirred him, reminding Billy of his favorite whores back in Tortuga. His messy rat tails were growing, sweat dripping down to clear away their greasy coloring and reveal a new color, the gold he had swallowed peeking out in the roots and spreading as fleas died, clumps untangled, tickling his ears as the lobes pierced. His groans took on a strange timber as the peel reached his second chin, his nose similarly strangled as the latter deflated, the loose skin sagging before peeling off to reveal his new dainty one, his eyes tearing up as the changes squeezed his forehead and neck.

"GLRRGGG CHHHK CHHK!"

Fat was slamming down, jiggling as his body tried to correct his second chin, his gurgles sounding like they were echoing from the bottom of the ocean as they bubbled up through fat. His eyes felt like spoiled grapes for a second, running as the sockets widened, his old face drooping off like a mask as the intensity reached its climax above his temples, a pained groan rising into a pleased whine as his forehead compressed, golden locks streaming down his face as they strained out the top of his skull. There was an amazing rush as it felt like pain was turned off, only pleasure left as his old face fell down to the floor, his new one comely and joined with a high sonorous squeal as the fat and girth of his neck was swallowed, rushing down into his ripe belly as it bubbled inside, but those changes would come soon enough. For now he was enjoying the budding ecstasy filling his body as he moaned like a harlot in a rowdy bar.

Despite how good it felt, he was distrustful by nature of something this good, and the face moaning back at him was either the prettiest man he'd ever laid eyes on or a fetching lass. Already it was hard to think through the pleasure, but there was a further squeeze going on, his thoughts trembling as the first snatches of a privileged life rumbled in his head. This had to be the curse they talked of, one that no man came back from unchanged. The gold, he had to return the... wait where was-

"NNGH! Oooh oooh what's h-AHHHH~!"

His cock was pitching a tent in his pants, the swallowed fat fizzing inside his stomach something fierce as his jiggly core trembled like a sea in the middle of a storm, rolls of fat crashing like waves as sweat poured like a faucet out the pores of his skin. Said skin was declogging itself of dirt, patches peeling away as the fresh, youthful skin bore down on his meat like he was an overstuffed sausage, threatening to burst. It was a bizarre kind of ecstasy, the new skin's sensitivity cranked to the point where it felt like his whole body was as tender as the tip of his cock, self masturbating as it squeezed against his own girth. He was certain something was going to burst as he scrabbled up towards the chest, patting himself for the coin he took, accidentally grabbing onto his cock as he reached in his pants, something bursting with a loud lustful screech.

His cock spurted out cum like it was a pump being primed, the releases scattershot and messy with a force strong enough to tear the stitching of his pants open. White smears covered the legs of his pants, meshing in with the rough fabric and softening it up. Billy felt like his cock had been replaced with a shotgun and his balls were depleted from just that one blast, shrunken down, pressing. With a squeal they shoved inside, tubes and innards twisting as fluids poured from the gap they left just a tad under the base of his cock as he felt it shove up into his stomach with a gurgle.

It felt like something was fondling his balls roughly, their shapes distending inside as the tubes slotted directly into his bulging fat, the ceaseless waves turning to a whirlpool as the pressure found release in his cock. Right as his balls finished their inwards thrust into ovaries, the first load was cramming its way into his shaft, bulging it outwards as the first pounds began to pour out his cock. He was a fat man and all of it was trying to escape out his cock, feeling like something was fucking him from the insides, thoroughly pounding his cock from the base out as it squirted out in violent spasms from his beleaguered body. He collapsed then, moaning as his hands scrabbled against the gold laden ground, their thick fingers thinning before his eyes as the creases and cracks in the nails flattened to the pampered prettiness only a rich girl could afford.

It was more than just fat leaving him, years pouring out his shrinking frame, his contortions bending his spine as the slight forwards lurch he had gained from years of swabbing the decks fixed itself the other direction. Each pop was given its own orgasmic release, the weight of his belly shrinking with every squirt of thick release raining down on his body. His tattered sundrenched clothing was losing its poverty, the cum painting it white as soft linens and silk caressed his tender body, urging the changes onwards as a tight fabricy spine formed, the bones of a corset ready to clench once his potbelly shrank enough to hug. He was shrinking, shifting, groaning as his hips clattered against the ground, his boots flinging off shrinking feet as toe jam and calluses were ripped off the slender things, his heels scraped smooth and slim as the same feminine curvature spread to his calves and shoulders. How could he fight such overwhelming power? Such insistent pleasure? He was no pirate of great resolve, but the pampered rich Elizabilly the... boar? No that didn't feel, didn't feel-

"GAAAAAWD~!"

There was a snap like a chicken bone being gnawed on too hard, his spine rising, making his short ovular body shape stretch further, an additional foot making that singular bulge gain more dips in the shape, his pudginess giving way to the start of splendid curves. His legs were the prototype of what would happen to his body, pockets of fat hardening, some muscle weaving its way in to firm the curvaceous shapes emerging as he came out another ten pounds, ten more following as his calves slimmed down to hug that tender, shapely inner leg just begging to strut itself. His arms were similarly feminized, hulking waves of biceps jettisoned out into slim, felxible limbs, his shoulders trembling at the sockets like rocks causing a riptide before crushing inwards to round out his broadness and give a refined border to his body's shape.

His thighs clapped together, not the sexiest feeling as their rolls still had saggy pockets and a level of thickness that was appalling instead of appealing. Yet as he rolled his cock between them he could feel the girth gushing out, causing a loop where he couldn't tell if his thighs were draining his cock or vice versa. In the dizzying ecstasy etiquette and manners were imprinting on the brutish pirate's brain, years of resentment and frivolous work fading into the joys of privilege, his sword handling never all that good to begin with, but his soup spoon movement was impeccable, and there so many joys in being a lady that made one want to-

"YEEESSSS~! OHH FUUUUCK ME! TAKE IT YOU PAGAN F-HUUUGH!"

There came in his thighs, the excess all coating the gold and his frilling clothes, meat more succulent than any chicken he'd ever eaten devouring his shaft in their plushness, his ass wobbling as it shed what few hairs remained to pop out as when his flabby cheeks deflated, what remained bounced with a firm cushiness that turned him on the harder he bounced on its heft, Billy ready to unbury the treasures hidden on his chest.

Nails pinched into his sagging chest, gripping the loose flesh and tearing at  the nipple, a gush of fat and waste filled sinew dripping down his much reduced abdomen, the old leathery pecs now milky and smooth, a new sea of ecstasy opening for him to drown in as he enjoyed the small, yet perky lumps that lay glistening. They hardened at a touch, sparking louder moans as his cock's seemingly endless releases finally began to peter out, the bones of the corset now a proper skeleton as it clasped around his pot belly, a bone white dress hugging his now lanky contours as it was determined to right any imbalances to his current form, cupping his body like a dance partner as it swayed him closer to womanhood.

At some point in the changes he had learned to read and write, how to calculate figures, how to run an estate for his husband... Her husband? There was a thought, the only breasts he found himself caring for his own as he groped them, a lusty squeal accenting the sudden tightening of the corset as his chest surged into large, plush breasts. The rest rounded his hips further, Elizabethy rolling over to paw at his crotch, erotic fantasies of what other noblemen could do to him enticing, or better yet a rogue dashing pirate-

"OHHH~! Ohhh taake it please. I'm not som p-HIIIG n-nor some common waterf-HOOOWL~ but a, a SWAAAAAN~!"

The only remnants of her old skin was the flesh of her cock, pullin in on itself as it peeled away, her tender shaft bloated and spent after ejecting such a large amount of fat and its flesh was pink and pearl like the innards of a clam. Without thinking, she stuck a finger inside the widened tip, knowing just what she needed as she thrust inside, the base stiffening some as her shed skin coalesced into lips, giving her cock a swallow as she moaned with satisfaction, fitting in another finger, then another, each one sending her shaft deeper into the bowels of a cavern of her own.

Everything was cumming out as she fingered herself, an entire lifetime of wasted avarice pooled on gold she no longer cared about. It was impressive yes, but it was old and dead unlike the thriving businesses she was heir to, all that power her birthright as she found her pussy oddly tight, another finger wriggling inside to further shove what was little more than an erect clitoris at this point deep inside her throbbing nethers. She forgot why she even came there, thoughts of the map and treasure nothing compared to the treasure between her thighs, something thickening against her fingers as she probed the velvety folds, something stubbornly resisting as she thrusted with an annoyed look on her face.

"Just fall in line you bothersome-"

SQUISH

"NNGH! OOOH OOOOH YESSSS~!"

Completion, her cock fully shoved, her body cloaked in a white dress and little else, Elizabeth came over a bath of riches, her rebirth momentous as she recollected herself, wondering just what she was doing here. She remembered vaguely being kidnapped, but it felt so long ago and the palm of her hand was unblemished without a trace of a cut to be found. Looking around though, no one was around, only her as she picked up a pirate hat from one of the skeletons and a pistol with wet gunpowder near the shore as she got back into the boat, an odd familiarity with the ship as she planned to row back home by herself.

Of course a storm had come by, running her aground a familiar island, a restocked store of rum keeping her company that seemed far more aged than the date suggested. She drank a bit every now and then, saving most of it for a signal fire. Whichever kind of ship came across her would set her path. Either she would return to her comfy life as an English noblewoman or became a pirate queen at Tortuga. She certainly had enough gold hidden from the caverns. It was only a matter of which road she'd take, and hopefully, the rum would last till fate decided.