When the hot tub was complete, Mario thought of calling for Peach. He decided he should try it out himself first. The water might be too hot for Peaches delicate skin, and it wouldn’t do to have her jump right in.
Mario removed his clothes, dawning a blue swimsuit with little orange polka dots. He also grabbed a snorkel, scuba mask, and inner tube. Mario had no idea what people do in hot tubs.
He got into the water and relaxed his sore muscles.
The water was as hot as bearable, yet somehow just right. He wondered if it would be right for Peach. It would surely be nice on cold nights. Though perfect for himself, Mario considered turning it down a notch for Peach. She does have delicate skin after all. He tried to get up and adjust he heat. Mario found that he just didn’t want to get up. The water was too perfect.
He positioned himself so that an air jet was massaging his back. It felt good. As Mario drifted off a bit, dream and reality blended, and the air jet felt less like air, more like a pair of strong hands working out the knots in his tense back muscles.
‘Peach would love this. I’ve got to bring Peach here.’ Mario thought.
There was a crack. It hurt only for a moment as Mario’s ribcage realigned. A wave of soothing comfort rushed in to compensate for the moment of pain, and soon it was forgotten.
Mario gained some height, his body becoming less stout as it happened. It reached a point were he would be at eye level with his beloved Peach.
His trademark moustache receded, revealing pouty lips and higher cheekbones then you might expect.
He massaged his scalp, feeling hair growing in-between the cracks of his now slender feminine finger digits.
Soon he wasn’t a he anymore as another adjustment occurred in the area between ‘her’ legs.
The inner tube deflated and wrapped around her chest. It didn’t shrink, rather the bosom grew out to meet with the new tube top. It felt as though she was sitting on a comfy pillow, when her butt expanded, only to have the swimsuit ride into her cheeks as it reformed into a thong.
She lifted up her scuba googles and sighed in contentment. The scuba goggles became a ribbon, tying a ponytale to hold back her volumes cascade of raven coloured curls. She also had a flower ornament pinned to the right side. As she leaned her head back, an invisible artist painted her face, with lipstick, blush and eyeshadow. The colours were dark, well suited for the mediterranean complexion of this Italian firebrand. A gold necklace, arm band, and bracelet adorned her now fetching body.
“I’ve got to bring Peach here. She repeated.”
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