It was definitely a mishap of circumstances that had led her to be at this dive at this hour. But Regina (no name needed when on the job… or even off of it most of the time) hadn’t exactly expected her contact to completely ditch her. And whoever had made off with some dinosaur DNA to either know she was on their tail or for this to have ended up just another wild goose chase. She should be grateful, as avoiding the contact high from the smell of cheap liquor was a far sight safer than most of the things she got involved in.
Really, she just needed to get out of here an back to her apartment before another of this drunken louts made a pass at her and she felt like knocking heads.
“Ugh, where did that come from?” She’d been feeling on edge for most of the evening, and this dive bar was absolutely lousy with rough and ready brawlers by the looks of it. Sure. she’d heard tales of Metro City’s more colorful past, but this seemed like even the most exaggerated ones might have been underselling it. It looked like a full on fight was liable to break out at any moment and she wanted no part of it.
Even if she knew she’d win.
She grimaced at the errant thought, tugging her trench coat tighter about her body. She’d worn a mix of civilian clothes and her skin tight infiltration gear. Thankfully the former hid the latter, and only her shockingly red hair really set her apart from most of the other regulars as she headed towards the exit. Deciding to slip out the back door, near the restrooms and not far from where her bike was parked so as to hopefully avoid any more attention on the off chance that her contact had been spooked by some unknown third party.
And wandered right into the wild pink haired embrace of destiny. The short-shorts wearing woman just outside the door knocked to the side, cursing under her breath as she tried not to drop a cellphone she’d been talking into. She whirled around, anger in her eyes but shifting into something else as she saw Regina’s outfit under her trench coat. The cargo pants doing little to hide how low the leotard went nor how her leggings must have merged into the whole of it for a combat catsuit.
Though to this woman’s eyes it looked like something else.
“I’ll call you back, the lady I’ve been waiting on finally decided to show herself.”
“Wait… is this my contact?” The thought arose in Regina’s mind even as she found it perplexingly unlikely. She’d been expecting some mousey accountant sort from what she’d been told. Not a… bold woman like this. Who’s fashion sense for nightlife was more libertine than even what Regina wore on the job going by the low cut and undercut shirt she managed to mostly cover her chest with.
“You sure took your sweet time showing up,” she said, glaring at Regina as she put the phone away and walked towards her. “I was about ready to call in a replacement.”
“I’m… sorry?” Regina said, feeling off put for some inexplicable reason. “I thought we were supposed to meet in the bar.”
“What, so you could settle your nerves with a few drinks.” She shook her head, even as Regina coughed, suddenly feeling a bitter scent on her breath and a slightly unsettled feeling in her stomach. “Fine, but you better not have drank too much.”
“B-but I didn’t drink anything?” Regina said, more to herself as she placed her hand before her mouth and smelled the unmistakable scent of cheap booze. While inside a rising panic was taking hold. “What’s happening… I know I didn’t touch a single beer the whole time I was in there!”
“Hope not, or at least you can handle it. Thought you’d be taller though,” she said, side eyeing Regina over her shoulder as she started walking towards the building across from the bar. “Seem kind of scrawny for this job.”
Regina bristled at that. Standing up straighter, and wincing as a crick in her back popped. Her clothes tightening as her body expanded ever so slightly, a smidge of height added on as she walked forward and followed this pink haired enigma.
“I am not scrawny!” Regina bit that out, far more angry than she expected it to sound. Shaking her head, she tried to fight down this surge of pressure and tension that was building within her before speaking again.
“If you say so, though I hope you’re not all talk.”
Not an easy task as this woman kept needling her without even seeming to notice. That tension building as Regina herself built up, muscles swelling and stretching at her clothing till it was simply too tight upon her. The slight pops and creaks of shifting bones and tightening cloth unheard as they moved deeper into this bodybuilding and loud pounding music came from above.
“Damn, the pre-show entertainment is almost done. You need to get-wow,” she said, turning to look up slightly at Regina. “I guess you do have some muscle on you, eh tall stuff.”
Regina smiled, though her confusion was growing as she suddenly realized that she hadn’t been able to look down on this woman back in the alley. “Yes, well-”
“Okay, so what’s your deal?”
“Deal… is she my contact… really?” Regina felt crazy for asking, crazier still for not panicking and running away… but for some reason she couldn’t stop herself from going along with this no matter how off everything was starting to feel.
“Well… I’m here about the dinosaur materials.”
She cocked her head to one side, looking Regina up and down once more but with even stronger interest. Before shaking her head and pointing towards a door further down the hall.
“Yeah, no. If you’re going for some kind of ‘Jungle-Gal, Dino Hunter’ gimmick you need a different costume.”
“But I… I do hunt dinosaurs,” Regina said, confusion mounting as she found the idea that this woman looked at her and didn’t see her as she knew she was somehow painfully important. As if it was a grievous insult to her very being not to be understood and known… at least to this woman.
Especially to this woman.
“Not looking like that you do. Maybe a grass skirt or something… though do you have the chest for it? Eh,” she grabbed Regina by the arm and showing more strength than she’d suspected pulled her into the dressing room, “I’m sure there’s something in here that will do.”
“What?!” Regina shouted out, her mind still stuck on the last part as she found herself in the haphazard backroom, outfits both reasonable and outlandish arranged about. She couldn’t tell if this was for a hair metal band, a theater group with provocative tastes, or some kind of sexy wrestling outfit given the sheer number of different styles on display. Before she could even think about the backhanded insult (“What, just because I don’t have huge tits like you?!”) she saw leopard print leotard tossed towards her out of a closet.
“I’m not wearing this,” Regina said. Irritation winning out over the confusion for a moment.
Only for her intended complaint to be totally missed by the other occupant as she ducked into an open dresser and started digging around. “Yeah, it’s too small for you, even if you’re lacking up top.”
“I’m no-aat… ah-ah!” Regina moaned out, the creaking of her jumpsuit quite audible to her as it stretched and struggled to contain the swelling mass of her own chest. Pressure building as the material went taut and beyond that. She winced as the tight compress of it all grew painfully so and found herself unable to keep it all contained. Her black leotard looked like she was smuggling grapefruits-
*creak*
-or perhaps ripe melons…
“Maybe this coconut bra… you up for an islander theme instead?”
Regina caught the garment and moaned out, disbelief of it all in her voice but her state ignored. “Too… too small.”
“Eh, if you say so. You didn’t look like a coconut sized girl-”
*ka-creak!*
“-but what do I know.”
Regina’s bit down on her lower lip, cupping her changing body, her swelling, twisting, perverting form as if she could somehow contain or redirect this grievous insult of her nature that was changing that very nature more and more. Her bosom was indeed too big for that coconut bra, each mound now equal in size and striving to exceed the comically large cups at her feet. It was too much…
It was simply too much.
For her outfit.
The jumpsuit tore open, spilling forth her massively enhanced bosom, each tit oversized and overly round as if the defiant growth simply didn’t care about nature or sense of any sort of decency she’d once possessed. Her hands cupping, failing to cover more than a fraction of each too large, too pale orb, and hide the shame of her truly shameless transformation.
“Well, I dunno what to tell you… you sure you even want a jungle theme? I mean with the pale skin and hair I think we could-”
“N-no, I’m… this is me,” Regina said, turning away to hide her body as she looked down in disbelief at what had happened. “I’m… I’m an agent for S.O.R.T. I hunt dinosaurs and-”
“Okay dinosaur hunter, but you should really get a tan or something… and bring your own outfit.”
As if goaded by her insult, Regina stared in shock as her skin began to bronze, nipple outward as her breasts went tanned, and slightly darker still. Spreading outward fast over her whole body as she pulled her hands away. The change making her skin too sensitive, her sex, thus far forgotten throbbign between her legs as she realzied just how tight her crotch had become as her body had expanded. While her hair darkened slightly, growing slightly more. Wilder, a wilder and unkempt mop of crimson atop her now bronzed features as she gazed at her reflection in a nearby mirror in stupified silence.
That was her.
“That’s… that’s not me.”
That was her.
And then the rest of it hit, as beneath her trench coat her clothing shifted. Pulling tighter and tighter still all while she moaned, her still too sensitive skin abused by this strange and torturous full body massage. Till at last the cloth ripped asunder, unable to contain her.
As it ceased to be cloth.
Veins and leaves of prehistoric plants made from latex and kevler, the fragments falling away and disintegrating at her feet. Her boots evaporating into flowers as woven cloth wrapped around her ankles and her naked sex was exposed to the chill air of the back room. Her knees shook as this sensation brought her low. Falling forward, hands away from her chest as it swayed too and fro with full and perverse abandon. She stared in shock as a necklace of T-rex fangs seemed to fall around her neck from nowhere, her bosom soon covered, if one could call it that, by colorful green and red cloth with cords made from the woven skin of a prehistoric beast she had laid low.
“No… no I… not like this!” Her mind rebelled, struggled to rebel against this. But it was too strong, this new identity, this new nature too great to contain. She cried out, a triumphiant, orgasmic sound as her body seemed to exalt in its corruption. Turning around just in time to see the pink haired woman from before staring at her.
“Do… do you see what’s-
“What’s happened to me?!”
“Damn,” she said, walking close, looking Regina up and down and pulling off her trenchcoat to get a better view. But whatever hope she had that this perverse nightmare was at its end was dashed by what she said next. As she punched her in the arm and smiling said, “Why didn’t you tell me you brought an outfit like that! And damn girl, those lights make you look pale as a ghost.”
“You… you don’t-”
“Yeah, I didn’t ask, whatever,” she said, waving off her efforts for acknowledgement, even the slightest awareness of her plight as if it didn’t matter. Instead looking at where her flowery skirt covered her crotch. “You going comando down there… like, I’m not saying you can’t show some stuff, but that might be a bit much. Man, you are some crazy cave girl. All Jungle-Jungle.”
“I… I am not a jungle-girl,” Regina said, anger coursing through her even as she felt her mind… changing. The memories from before, of hunting not with guns but spears, at her desire to best the beasts and not on orders, taking place in her now cramped and struggling mind. “What’s happening now?”
She felt forest green thong tossed into her hands, darker tiger stripes along it.
“There you go, that should do. One of mine, and it should fit even if you were packing something extra down there,” she said, turning around dismissively even as her statement set aflame lingering sensations that had been building throughout their conversation and Regina’s subsequent corruption into… this. The finishing words, as she turned and left the dressing room sealing the deal as it were. “But if you were, you must be tiny down there or something.”
“I-I am not-nngh!”
Her anger arose as something else did. Deep in her body, urged by her changing nature, changing hormones, the aggression she’d felt all the way back in the bar. Now at last given direction, given purpose, as profane and impossible as it might have been before. Her eyes closed as she pressed her lips tight and whimpered, the cruel and capricious hands of this new fate enclosing within her body, in previous parts deep and hidden. Clenching tight…
And pulling.
Her knees snapped shut as her clit, throbbing and larger from her body’s growth before shooting forward. Pink darkening to red and then violet as the wriggling length seemed to explode out of her core. While her gushing sex slide upon itself as her thighs tightened and she collapsed against the dressing room desk. Her mind, now attacked in pleasure and memory, collapsing against it all.
She was Regina, dinosaur hunting agent of the present…
No, she was Regina, dinosaur slayer of the past.
She was a modern woman…
No, she was a relic of the savage past… and woman? She was MORE than that!
Her sex tightened upon itself as her swelling length, growing member bulged out and took shape. Form and function following. As moments later her lower lips pressed firm agaisnt something from within. She felt pain, irritation and then with it growing anger. Her earlier fight against this falling away as now she could only remember how this was right, this was how it should be. The weak modern woman?
No, she wasn’t right. She… she just had to…
*pop*
Let it go…
Regina stood up, the swinging length of her not at all small cock between her legs. She reached down and cupped it, the weighty balls behind in their hairless sack. And further back the skin of her taint to ass…
“Oh… oh gods,” Regina said. The extent of it all hitting her… even as she found it hard to keep caring.
“Listen, are you ready to-wow!” The pink haired woman was back and staring at her. But not in shock or disgust but a quiet approval that made Regina’s mind sing. “Damn, I gues you were packing something. Well, tuck and roll Jungle-Gal, we gotta show to put on.”
Regina smiled, following her towards the exit after donning that gifted thong.
“Attention one and all of the Neo Might Metro Wrestling Federation… we’ve got a new contender here, straight from the prehistoric past and the hidden savage lands!”
Even as Regina heard those words she felt them become true, or truer still as her already twisted identity seemed ready to change to suit the needs before her. Or at least within reason. She wasn’t sure why she’d gotten a dick for one, but it seemed important so she allowed the contentment of it to take hold and silence the distant voice of old, boring, vagina-having Regina from an hour ago.
“Ready to rumble we have-”
She paused, stepping back, and whispering beneath the roar of the crowd, “Hey, what’s your name anyway?”
“Uh… Regina?”
“Seriously? Yeah, no, we’re changing that.”
Before she could even speak a word, even ask to at least keep her name, she heard her new friend/corrupter shout out;
“Presenting Rura, the Rumble in the Every Jungle, the Dino-Slaying Jungle Queen!”
And Rura, stepped forward, springing with joyous triumph towards the ring, not sure what would await her but certain that she was where she was meant to be.
Tue Feb 22 01:04:26 2022