Message-ID: <13045eli$9807151642@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Abrahamsohn Family" Subject: {ASSM} Genesis [ScFi F exhib mc transform.] (3/100) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "Abrahamsohn Family" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bdaf73$cff54720$e79c22c4@ala.icon.co.za> Disclaimer and Copyright Notice: This story is intended to be viewed by adult audiences who are over the age of 21 years and who wish to view explicit and/or alternative modes or forms of sexuality or sexual activity detailed and described. If this does NOT describe you or if this kind of material is illegal in your jurisdiction or offensive to you, then DO NOT READ FURTHER AND DELETE THE CONTENTS OF THIS MESSAGE immediately. You have been warned ! 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This story/message may not be sold, or placed on a commercial site, nor on a site for which a person has to pay to gain access. All of this is subject to the condition that this story may not be distributed, archived, placed on a web-page or in any way or manner disseminated, displayed in/on or stored in any data storage device or form of communication/media in an incomplete or altered manner, save for reasonable grammatical changes and changes of format, or without this disclaimer and copyright notice being prominently displayed as part of this communication. It is expressly forbidden to use or communicate this message in a manner which would intentionally contravene the terms of the Disclaimer. Copyright © (1998) JL Abrahamsohn Chapter 1, Day 0, Henan Province, The Peoples’ Republic of China Ellie-May dreamt. Her mind filled with images of pornographic magazines, videos, video booths, peep shows, ladies of the night and popular films masturbated to. The leaves of pages with their photo and cartoon images fluttered past her consciousness, until it alighted on an image which was seized and enlarged, and enlarged until it filled her entire mind’s eye. The sub-title read "Manon des Sources". The image was that of a young European woman whose face was one of striking beauty. Then it faded away and there was nothing left except darkness. Ellie May awoke with a start, and remembering the previous night’s events with some alarm, looked around. The exquisite young Han woman was nowhere to be seen. Around her she felt others stirring and moving. She brought her hand up to her face, to brush away the long strawberry blonde strands that covered her eyes. Then she remembered that she had never had strawberry blonde strands of hair in her life. With a shriek she leapt to her feet and ran out of the room careering into, and bouncing off the door frame as she went through the doorway. On her way out she glimpsed the flowing black and blonde hair of two women she had never seen, until then. Scrambling to unearth the long mirror behind the door to her room, where it lay propped against a mudbrick wall, she gazed at her image with profound uncomprehending shock. Staring back at her was the profoundly puzzled expression of a young woman who looked similar to Emmanuelle Beart, the young French actress who had played the part of Manon in Manon Des Sources, yet at the same time the face was distinguishably different. What stared back at her was a far more beautiful woman whose physiognomy was basically structured along those lines, but whose features were upgraded into an almost ahumanly perfect design which served to "pack" more beauty into them than any human "Manon" could ever hope to achieve with mere DNA/RNA. Therefore to say that she looked like "Manon" would be inaccurate. The face staring back at her was a different face for which "Manon’s" beauty was the crude prototype in comparison. Wide round turquoise blue eyes set in a perfectly proportioned high-cheek-boned face, with its elegant arches, contours, eyebrows, exquisitely crafted chin, ears and nose stared back at her with a look of gaping astonishment. The high perfectly proportional forehead was crowned by the most lusciously beautiful mane of strawberry blonde hair Ellie-May had ever seen. It glowed its radiant silky health even in the dim gray daylight of a peasant village deep in the hinterland of China. The body was no less perfect, perfect to the point never encountered in human DNA, fantasised only about in cartoon drawings or "perfect" computer modellings by human minds. The flawless perfection of her body revealed itself to her numb mind, as she slowly passed the mirror over her frame. She had increased in height from 5’4" to 5"10" and her body had achieved a perfect balance between flesh and muscle, leaving her willowy, voluptuous but simultaneously trim and taut, with lightly muscled sinews shimmering under the flawless glowingly perfect creamy-peach smooth skin and lightly cushioning flesh. Her arms were slender and perfectly formed with elegant curvatures and smoothly proportional flesh. In any movement, nothing bulged, it was all taut perfection. The elegant tracery of her collar bone structure gave way to gently rounded shoulders and the graceful plain of smooth unblemished creamy chest, which curved neatly upwards to form the perfect roundels of her 38D sized breasts. Her perfectly rounded breast works tapered flawlessly towards upwardly pointing cones, at an altitude of 45° to the horizontal. They looked as though they were yearning to escape the gravitational bounds of her earth, in that they jutted out in an anti-gravitational escape vector, the direction of which seemed as though they were being pulled skyward at that 45° angle by precisely placed invisible skyhooks. Atop these upwardly-pointed, taut cones, her twin cherry-brown nipples seemed to probe forward in the same direction, sitting on the thick inverted convex baseplates of their aureoles atop the cones, like thick stubby Heavy Lift rockets straining into the air at the same 45° angle from the horizontal as the cones upon which they rested. Her nipples and aureole were quite thick, certainly far more thicker and durable than any human woman’s. The looked like they could hose down a fire in a chemical factory, and the rounded nubbin of the nipple filled the centre of her palm, as Ellie-May cupped these breasts, so different to her former holdings. The splendid undercurves of her breasts gave way to the flat ovoid concave plain of her belly, flatter, than a salt pan in the Australian outback. Her proportionally larger upper body tapered to a waist, the width of which was to her eyes 25" (it was actually 24"). Her ribcage did not show as the shapely curvature of her sides rounded her body under her breasts and then dipped gracefully into the concave plain of her belly area. The taut waist then flared out into well-rounded, tight, child-bearing hips, with their cushioning yet firm fleshy voluptuousness. At the centre of her womaness lay her pussy, but the mound here was far more prominent, the lips fair more thicker and rubbery than any human woman’s. This quim was made for industrial level fucking. Yet in all its fleshiness, its exquisitely crafted perfection was quite evident. If her body and face seemed as if it had been crafted by a master sculptor, then the splendidly crafted architecture of her venereal architecture looked as though it had been crafted by the jewelers of the gods themselves. Every lip, every curve, every texture was perfect in its silkily velvet smoothness, the sculpted majestic lips, nubbin, and cavities and graceful mons, looking like the rendition of the kind of beauteous fountain tracery that would grace the spring of eternal life. This monumental carnal ode to ecstacy stood atop two statuesque, smooth, lightly muscled thighs which tapered in tandem towards delicate kneecaps and then flared slightly past perfectly proportional well-turned calves to exquisitely formed soft pink feet. Turning her statuesque body around in a graceful movement that was not her own, she saw that the twin butterball mounds of her buttocks were no less perfectly sculpted or aligned as the rest of her; with their soft muscular tightness, plunging down from her divinely butter-smooth fall of back. Except for the slight bumps of her shoulder blades and the soft indent marking the length of her spine, her back was perfectly proportionally snowfield smooth. She noticed that her hair fell down to just where her delicate small of back was located. In a movement which surprised her, she suddenly bent down, her finely-spun golden-red tresses sweeping the floor, and pulled her gleamingly unblemished buttocks apart with two finely crafted long-fingered and gracefully proportioned hands. Something in her mind made her want to look at her asshole. Nestling in the splendid valley between her buttcheeks, she saw an delicately hued light purply brown asshole which looked like a tightly engineered eye-valve, similar to a human’s asshole except that this anus completely occupied the centre of a rubbery-rimmed crater, which was higher by a millimeter or two than the surrounding surface area of the gluteal valley. Pulling her cheeks apart further raised the crater and the lower surrounding valley surface until the edge of the purple-brown hued crater and the muscular anus within it were level with the surface of her buttocks. It crossed Ellie-May’s mind that, perhaps, this was to ensure that no cock, tongue or other instrument could be prevented by the usual gluteal barrier of rounded ass from plunging all the way in to the very hilt. The anus looked powerful enough to take a firehose, hold it, chew it up and then spit out as steel shards and hose threads. "Hmmm, wonder why I need that", thought Ellie-May, in bemused wonder. After surveying her powerful fundament, her eyes glanced towards her aesthetically perfect pussy. The tendrils of her thick lips were flexing and clenching as the muscular barrel of her vagina pulsed open and closed, the entrance surrounded by a thick muscular rubbery rim. "Mmmm, not as powerful as my quim, but I don’t imagine anyone will get out of there in a hurry", she mused. Her clitoris was the size of a medium sized pearl. She noticed with surprise that there was no clitoral hood. Neither, for that matter was there any pubic hair, except for a light patch of curly blonde hair, the colour of lightly burnt caramel, resplendent in a tight cornered "V" shaped patch which lay millimeters away in a perfectly straight-line from the apex of her outer pussy lips. Other than that and her glorious mane of head hair, her entire body was perfectly hairless, smooth and exquisitely unblemished with a skin a creamy-peach in colour. She stood up and promptly had a panic attack. "My God, what has happened to me", she thought, "how will I live like this ? Who will recognise me ? How did this happen ?" The panic unleashed by her visible transformation led Ellie-May to grab her suitcase and begin packing in a blind rush to escape her surroundings. "Good morning, Ellie-May ?" The voice with its perfectly modulated English tones caused her to spin around in fear. What met her eyes was a woman’s whose face and physique was no less abnormally stunning as her own, but whose face was different, whose hair was golden blonde and whose twinkling blue-green eyes held a note of exasperation. "Who are you ?", Ellie-May screeched at this apparition. "I am…I think at least that was what I formerly was…that is Mr Lijun", the lovely figure answered, her eyebrows knitting in a graceful curlicue of puzzlement. "But now I am a European woman. I do not understand what has happened, some dark magic, I do not doubt. The magic has affected my wife, and it seems both my sons. Anyway, we cannot stay here. The village will be awake already and we can no longer live among them, as they would not recognise us, but think that we are demons…which we may be.." The blonde’s dulcet tones trailed away, and Ellie-May noticed that her voice appeared inside her own mind even though the blonde woman’s lips were moving. It only appeared as though she was making sound. "But where can we go ?", Ellie-May asked, a note of quiet desperation creeping into her "voice". "I do not know", the blonde hybrid answered, "but my family and I are leaving now to make our way into the hinterlands and to escape our the torment of our village. I suggest you put on some clothes and pack your backpack and be gone, not long after we leave. Someone will knock on our door, I am sure, when midmorning comes. They will want to know why we are not yet in the fields." "Can I come with you ?", Ellie-May asked, hopefully. The blonde nymph shook her head. "I do not think that would be wise. We are running for the deep hinterland of China, the wilderness where Russia meets China. You are still an American. You must try and get back to America." "But what do I have there ?", Ellie-May asked in despair, "No one will recognise me". It suddenly dawned on her that her husband was coming to pick her up in two weeks time, and that he would certainly not recognise her or what she had become. Indeed he would believe, like the transformed Chinese peasant in front of her, that she had been possessed by the devil and had taken on the form of a demon, a succubus from the look of what she had materialised into. She, herself, would not rule out that possibility as her mind roiled with the consequences of what she had altered into. She could not even pass through customs. She looked nothing like the photograph on her current passport. This meant that she was effectively stateless. "Thats it !" she thought, "I must leave immediately for Hong Kong by foot". The prospect of the long arduous journey ahead caused her lower lip to tremble in dread. "But what will I eat ?" she worried. "I don’t really need to worry", she thought, "there are plenty of trucks and trains going in that direction. They will give me a lift, and I am sure I will be able to find some food." "I am sure that I will find my way to a US Embassy in Shanghai quite quickly. My luggage will just slow me down. I need to be gone before Luke gets here, and to try and get rid of the demon possessing my soul. Then I can return to the states and resume my life", she mentally calculated. Coming out of her reverie she noticed that the blonde and, it seemed, everyone else in the house had left. She quickly dressed in a long dress which now hung loosely on her tauter frame. This problem was solved by the use of a scarf as a belt. None of her underwear fit her anymore. Looking critically at herself in the mirror, it did not seem to Ellie-May that her breasts with their disgustingly large nipples and obscenely sized prominence, showed at all. "Mmmm, I don’t need that T-shirt after all", she thought. "I don’t think I’ll feel cold at this time of year during the day, maybe not even at night. By then, I will have found shelter", she mused silently to herself as she tucked her dollar travelers cheques and passport into her dress pocket with one slim hand. With this accomplished, she set off, sneaking out of the village, with the loud barking of the mangy village hounds bidding her farewell. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----