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[Draft] Astraea TG 1 (Comm)
🕑 Added 2020-12-09 23:01:00 +0000 UTCPeter sighed as he moved small pictures onto the powerpoint slide, that would illustrate what he meant when he explained what the material was. Despite how long he had worked and done this, he still wasn’t quite as fast about it as he would have liked. From his time as a student and what his fellow professors had informed it was best not to put up a large amount of information on them. So, he did just that and focused more on pictures, that he could reference and show with only small lines of important information. Any other stuff he said would be useful, but not necessarily needed to know. For a moment he thought of just using pictures, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair, or work if something came up, even though it would make sure students were paying attention.
He had been going over his notes for his astronomy class and so far his students in there were doing excellent. He hadn’t had any problems he could think of with them, and so far it seemed like most of the class was going to pass. It made him happy he hadn’t made his class too difficult, and hopefully prepared them enough for their future courses. It was all he could do to hopefully help them in the next step.
Currently, he was preparing his next set of slides for his class. He had found the best way to make them was to put in some form of connection to his last week’s work so it would have some freshness. At times it was easier depending on the material. With stars like this, it was a little easier, then math could be at times.
In the corner of his eye he saw his phone and had to stop himself from picking it up. He had downloaded a book not too long ago and put it down when he decided he had a long enough break. He had been like this when he was younger, and had gotten better about it over the years. Still there were times where he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from going back and getting distracted by something.
It was an interesting subject that always had his attention, because of how interesting it was, partially because of the stories. Mythology had always been a point of interest for him, and had helped remember things when he was in college as a student. He would be able to make clues with a rhyme or pinpoint certain things in their stories that would help him differentiate things between them. It had been a method he had come up with when he started studying.
When he had first started studying astronomy, he had been more interested in the stories behind them rather than the stars himself. He would use his time learning more about what they were, how they came to be rather than how to use it for his school. It showed on his first test when he barely managed to scrape by with a low C, and made him decide he needed to settle for it, and actually study and focus on it.
It had been a challenge for him at first, trying to form the images they said were there in the night sky. No matter what hints he had tried, or advice he was given he just couldn’t get it to work. It was harder to look for them in the night sky in the city, around the university at times, due to the light pollution. For a moment he wondered if he had chosen the wrong material and should drop it before he wouldn’t be able to get out. Then one night, he had finally managed to make the lines needed to make the constellations. He kept practicing, trying to figure them out and felt satisfaction he was finally making it work.
Peter finished another slide, and looked over his notes. Currently, he was a little over halfway done with them. He sighed, feeling as if an invisible weight had been placed on his shoulders. He wanted to stop and take a rest, but he couldn’t and shouldn’t, until this was done. The moment it was he would be able to relax for the rest of the night doing what he pleased. The desire to pick it up screamed at him, and his fingers twitched as the feeling of wanting to grab his cell took over for a moment.
The professor stood up and breathed, flexing his fingers and cracking them. A little physical exercise and would stop the urge he had and hopefully let him focus. As he thought on other things and what his next class would be like, he mentally went over the speech he would give his students. It was something he had done when he was not playing around and focused on his work. It always helped him to organize his words so he could speak plainly and clearly without stuttering. It also made him prepare for any questions they might have, or the disappointment they would have if they didn’t.
Peter gasped as a sudden warmth came over him, as if the AC had broken. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, and started to breathe heavily.His mouth suddenly felt dry and he grabbed a bottle of water he had earlier and chugged it down, until there were only a few drops of liquid inside. He placed it down feeling slightly better than he did previously. He stood up to get some more water, licking his lips as he stepped into the kitchen. His body started to tingle as if He opened his fridge and pulled out a cold bottle of water.
As he did, he noticed something was off about them. He put the water on the counter and looked down at his hands, and noticed the hair on his knuckles and the back of his hands was strangely gone. He looked closer, trying to think of what might have happened to it. He touched them and blinked at the smoother skin he felt. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and froze when he saw the hair he had which had been there for years was gone.The skin on his forearms was clean of any moles and freckles he had gained over the years.
Peter started to breathe heavily as he tried to think of a logical answer for why the hair there was missing. Just a few short hours ago, what hair he had there was still there. He couldn’t think of any reason why it was gone. He breathed in and took stock, a level head was needed if he was going to figure this out. He gulped and pulled the front of his shirt, and blinked when he saw the hair on his chest was gone, and just as smooth and clean as his arms looked. His heart started to pound faster and didn’t like where this was going. He pulled the front of his pants and saw the hair he had there was gone as well.
Peter winced as he could feel his shoulders start to ache and his limbs start to burn. His shoulders crackled inward, letting out low disturbing cracks. He rubbed his shoulders and could they had become rounder narrower ones, which looked like they belonged on a woman. He looked around the room, and noticed the room was starting to get larger, and the clothes he wore were starting to get looser. It freaked him out as his hands started to shrink, along with the rest of his body. He stopped when he was a decent height, about 5’6 if he had to guess, and couldn't help but think it looked like he had slipped him on his older brother’s clothes with how loose they were. It filled him with embarrassment and made him want to crawl into a hole even though he was in his own place, but he was happy he didn’t have to worry about getting smaller until he was only half his original size or even smaller.
His legs felt like they were being pricked with needles, just like when they fell asleep. His toes felt like they were underwater, with sand around his feet. He winced as he felt a force exerting pressure on them, making him wince, but to his dismay didn’t see anything. He threw off his ill fitting shoes, which were feeling more off, and pulled off his socks, almost toppling over as it got harder to keep his balance. To his shock he saw he had smaller, daintier almost womanly feet.
The change traveled up his legs and made them grow thinner to match his transformed feet. The moment it reached his thighs, they started to swell up like balloons being filled. The transforming young man pressed down on them squeezing them in a panic. It was as if all the lost fat was returning on his thighs. They continued to swell larger, and larger, and they finally finished changing when he had thick thighs pressing against his masculinity on both sides like walls closing in. His thighs looked like they would have belonged on a playboy model with how juicy they were. He swayed and moved lightly and they wiggled in tune with his motions, something which would have turned him on normally.
Peter hissed lowly as his eyes started to burn as if they were under salt water. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, desperately trying to stop the pain he felt. He opened his eyes and unknown to him his muddy brown eyes had turned into a bright sapphire blue.
“Oww!” Peter cried as his face suddenly felt like someone slapped his cheeks and then started to roughly pinch. He held his cheeks and gently rubbed them ,trying to ease the sudden pain that came of him. This whole situation was just insane, and he had no idea what was happening. He thought he was getting younger, with how he was getting smaller and how his fingers looked.
His nose let out a crunching noise as it became numb and started to change he could feel it moving, turning as it continued to change to the power molding him. He grabbed his nose and could feel the nostrils of it getting smaller. He poked his fingers into the nostrils and as they did, trying to keep them up. Despite his best efforts, they continued to get smaller, and he was forced to stop, lest he hurt him. His nose finished changing a few moments later and he prodded it as the numbness passed and feeling returned to it.
His lips felt like he was drinking a milkshake as they started to change. He could feel the flesh there starting to swell by the second, as they continued to grow. He patted them down, pressing harder against them as they continued to grow larger. They didn’t hurt at all, despite how hard he pushed. When he finished he had larger feminine lips, which would have been perfect for kissing and a variety of other tasks.
When he closed one of his eyes he saw the shape of his nose looked different; it was now slightly and cutely upturned. The features he were so used to feeling felt foreign to him, as if he was touching a stranger instead of his own. The mole he had under his lip was replaced with soft smooth hairless skin, as if the former had never been there. It unnerved him and made his mouth feel as if he had been trying to drink sand.
He ran into the bathroom when the sensations finally stopped he breathed in and out, patting his face. The moment he stepped into the bathroom he was greeted to a foreign face instead of his masculine features. He couldn’t find a trace of his old features, or anything that resembled his family. His eyes which he had grown so used to seeing were completely different from what he was used to and unnerved him as if he was seeing some invisible spectre brought to life.
It was more like he was looking at a complete stranger’s rather than his own. It made his stomach turn and feel like it was going to force out everything he had eaten in the past three days. He worried if his own parents would be able to recognize them, and what he would say to them. He had a few stories he could call upon, like their family trips, or events only they would know about it. It was something and would hopefully be the proof he needed. If it didn’t work then he didn’t know what he could do, and that didn’t include the awkwardness afterwards.
As he reached out, Peter’s hair felt off, and shivered as his hair felt like it had been dunked into warm water. It mated down. He grabbed his hair and touched it, the moment he did he flinched from the softer, silky smooth feel to it. Strands of his longer brown hair and entered his vision as his bangs lengthed. It made him blink and his heart pound faster as he grabbed them. His hands shivered despite how soft and comforting the hair, a part of him wishing that he had a soft pillow of it. It finished growing when it reached down to the top of his bottom, tickling his back.
As the locks of hair grew longer he saw a faint dark red, almost blood colored, entering the tips of his hair. The small red dots went up his hair, as if someone had dipped his hair into scarlet paint and was holding the end. They used their other hand to get the paint at the end and went upward. Peter felt bile rise in his throat as he struggled to keep his breathing even. It was too much, too sudden, what was happening was to bizzare for him to keep calm.
Peter grabbed the longer hair and moved around, his hair following his movements as he moved. It made Peter gulp as he looked over his shoulder to study his new mane. It pulled on his head as if a weight had been tied to his head. It wasn’t painful, but it was noticeable and annoying. He never had long hair before in his life, the longest he had grown it was to the point his hair looked somewhat fluffy. He always admired long hair on girls and found it pretty, but he never wanted to be the one with long hair. If he found a pair of scissors or something he could make his new hair more manageable, even though it would be a waste.
“Owwwww!” Peter cried. The transforming young man felt as if he had banged his hips into the ends of the table and his pelvis felt like it was ringing. He rubbed the ends of his hips and tried to relax the strange tingling he felt, but it did nothing.
His eyes widened as a sudden snap from them made him hiss as a sudden sharp pain went through his body and grasp his hips tightly as he could. He grabbed them and moaned as he tried to end the pain, he went to the kitchen and pulled out a bag of peas and placed it on his hips. It did nothing to dull the increasing pain and he stumbled to the kitchen, wincing as he walked to a chair and sat down. He felt like he needed to stretch out and relax, and tried to do so, slowly doing so. When it was done he rested on his side, and felt better. He had wide striking hips, which would add a noticeable sway wherever he walked. If they were on anyone else, or even a woman he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from admiring them and burning the image of them into his brain along with the butt attached to them.
If he had any doubts he was going to turn into a girl, they were long gone now. His mind knew it was happening, but no matter how hard he tried to accept his mind just couldn’t accept it. He had no doubt this was only the first sign of the hourglass he had to come. The thought of actually having a big butt and a large bust filled him with terror.
Peter gasped as what felt like a corset had been suddenly wrapped around his waist. He brought his hands up to his waist and brought them down, trying to find what invisible force was causing the change. He gasped again as the invisible force started to tighten around his waist. He panicked and flailed around as he tried to fight it, to rip whatever was holding him down. No matter where he touched, he couldn’t feel anything like the top of clothing.
When the force on his midbody finally ceased he took a large gasp of air, filling his lungs. He breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh air he could get in him as the burning in his lungs ceased.
When he finally started to breath normally, his heart hitched as he waited for what was going to happen next. There wasn’t much left, aside from a pair of lumps on his, his manhood, and his buttocks.
Peter squealed as his junk felt like it was being pressed down on by someone wearing steel toe boots. He covered his crotch, hoping it would do something to ease the pain, but it did nothing as the feeling grew and could easily imagine the person pushing harder on him. A cold feeling went through him, as he realized what was going to happen next. The transforming young man grabbed the bottom of his balls, that wouldn’t cause him pain and braced himself for what was going to happen next.
He felt a pull on his scrotum and closed his eyes as he held tighter to his diminishing masculinity. In his mind, the image of his shrinking equipment flashed in front of him and made him whimper as a hole formed in his stomach. He could see his equipment shrinking, his diminishing penis reducing. He held tighter, and yet no matter how hard he held, it continued to go down his hands, as they got smaller. His balls started to hurt as the force pulling on his equipment kept pulling as he tightened his grip on them, the flesh around them feeling like they were being stretched. The effeminate young man refused to let go of what remained of his diminishing masculinity, no matter how much it hurt him. His eyes opened and a hiss escaped his mouth as his balls escaped his grasp and quickly rose higher to catch up with his shrinking junk.
He could feel the top nub of his junk start sliding into his body and opened the front of his pants to see it enter his body, making him pale, as he saw the opening it left behind. His balls were rising and his left ball was the first to reach the newly formed crevice his penis had left behind in its wake. The woman in all but name could only watch as his left nut tried to enter the formation and was slowly making progress. The other one rose up to it and started to enter as well, almost as if it was pushing it in. The moment his first nut had entered his body the other one started to slip through and it quickly followed his companion into him.
Peter toppled over and held his lower stomach as he could feel his insides shifting. Or rather her insides, she shamefully admitted to herself. She could feel what used to be her balls change into something else as her stomach let out a small gurgle. She could feel what her old equipment was changing inside of her, and had to swallow down a lump of bile that wanted to escape her mouth. When it finished changing she could still faintly feel the phantom sensation going on inside of her, as it was still there. She laid there as she patiently waited for it to pass.
When the awkward sensations finally passed she let out a relieved sigh, happy beyond measure it was finally over. She shakily stood up, her body feeling off and wrong, despite how much lighter she felt. The new woman gulped, her lips feeling dry and her throat parched as her mind scrambled to think of what she should do.
Peter squealed like a pig as the sudden feeling of something being shoved up her rectum made her squirm. She looked over her shoulder, expecting some forign invader or thing behind her, but didn’t see anyone. She looked down and saw her pants were pristine as they usually were, but the feeling of something shoved up her rectum was growing. She wasn’t sure what she should do, and if there was anything she could actually do. considering this transformation could only be mystical and she had not even the faintest clue of how it actually worked.
The former young man gulped as she looked at her boney rear and grabbed her behind.
As if it waited for her to respond, it started to push her hand out as it started to swell in size. She whimpered, biting her lip as it felt like whatever force had been shoved up her backside was spinning, vibrating, and worse growing larger. If her hand wasn’t holding her cheeks she would have completely forgotten about her growing behind. She got down on her knees and raised her butt in the air as her bottom cheeks continued to expand. She panted and mewled as the assault on her ass continued to grow, arousing her like crazy.
An audible rip filled the room and a breeze went over her butt. Peter shakily moved her hand over to where the cool breeze was and her face flushed more as her fingers slipped into a hole. She could feel her butt and blushed as she moved her fingers. She didn’t feel any hair, which had been there just the day before. Her fingers felt more ass flesh as the seconds passed and pulled her fingers away. The desire to squeeze them the more she felt came to her in a feeble attempt to wake herself up. She didn’t know what she would do if she started. The thought of getting lost in her lust, and squeezing herself scared her, about what she would be like afterwards.
She gasped when the feeling of something had been shoved up her bottom had stopped, as the growing of her behind slowed until it stopped. She forced herself up and almost toppled over. She looked at her ass and gasped at how massive it had become. Her butt stood out like a massive shelf behind her, which would have made everyone stop and stare. It was too large for her hands and looked like it belonged in most of the rap videos she had seen nowadays. She wiggled her hips and blushed as her butt bounced up and down, despite how tight her pants restrained the new globes she had.
Peter groaned as her chest felt off, she looked down her shirt and saw her nipples growing erect as the areola around them started to grow as well. Her face darkened to match her new hair as she slowly raised her hand and started to pat them in anxiety, mindful of her nipples.
Her chest warmed as she started to feel a small bud of pleasure went through her being. She stopped her patting and gently took her hands off as she could feel a pressure building up behind them. After a moment, the pressure reached a point and she could feel something pushing her chest out, forming the first signs for what would be a set of breasts. She could only watch her boobs growth in wonder and couldn’t look away no matter how nervous she became.
Her boobs became the size of softballs, and yet they still continued with their growth. As they continued to swell in size, Peter felt as if she was being dragged down by her boobs. It made her body continue to lean forward and it was growing harder not to do so. She blushed when a button flew off the top of her shirt, and gulped as she looked down at her still expanding bust line. Another button went flying off and she bit her lip as the pressure continued to grow. She wasn’t sure what she should do. The possibility of starting to unbutton her shirt came to her, but the fear of arousing herself even more was prevalent in her mind.
The former young man gulped as more worry filled her being as they grew to sizes she never thought she would see in person in her life. She wanted to move her eyes elsewhere, but it was as if they had some hypnotizing effect that made it impossible to do so. They pushed her shirt farther out as they grew to sizes she hadn’t thought naturally possibly. Considering what this was she wasn’t sure if this was natural or not. She doubted anyone would be able to fully contain them with both of their hands.
“Please...stop!” Peter pleased as she feebly pushed down on her bustline, praying this growth would end. Much to her satisfaction and relief, her breasts finally stopped growing when they were huge round spheres that if they were properly covered up would make people think she was hiding watermelons. The weight behind them certainly only added to the line of thinking she had as she struggled to remain standing upright.
“I’ll never be able to stand up straight ever again,” Peter moaned as she felt pain from her shoulders, no doubt due to the new massive weights she had now on her back. Her mind scrambled as she looked down at her bust. She had heard talks over the years of ‘bigger’ girls needing support and there was no doubt in her mind that she was a bigger girl. She could only imagine how big the cups of the bra would look, and wondered if she would need to get them custom made.
Peter stared at her new body as it finished transformation. She gulped and pulled at the collar of her shirt as it seemed to be getting tighter. She found it harder to breathe and started to pull at the shirt, trying to rip off the shirt. The buttons gave in and landed on the floor, but even so she didn’t feel better and took off the remains of her shirt. She tried to regain control of her breathing and started breathing in and out slowly. Her heart started to slow down but could hear her heart beating pound in her ears, like a drum. Her head started to feel lighter as she started to lose feeling in her body.
Stars entered the vision and she tried to remain calm, but it was getting increasingly difficult as her body kept freaking out. The new redhead leaned against the wall and slid down it as if someone had just knocked her flat. She wondered if she was having a panic attack or a dizzy spell brought on by this sudden change. It wouldn’t surprise her, and she bet it was some sort of panicked response her body was giving out. She looked around the room, pinching herself as blackness started to enter her vision. She looked around the room, but couldn’t feel her neck turning, and suddenly found herself facing the direction she went to. She glanced down at her hands and saw they were moving, but couldn't feel them doing so. In her mind she was able to put together she was going to pass out, something she hoped would lead her waking up in her old body.
The stars in her vision looked like they were emitting lines now and were starting to connect with another. It kept getting harder for her to keep her head up as the weightlessness continued to grow. Her eyes kept getting heavier, as the stars and lines she saw just kept multiplying. Soon it felt as if she was trying to fight against the inevitable. Her head tilted and her eyes closed. She managed to open her eyes for a moment, and saw she was now on her side, and wondered when she fell over. It made her glad she had chosen to go down when she did, if she had been walking around when this happened she could have hit her head on something.
Peter blinked and to her horror saw a stone roof instead of a white plaster roof. She got up and felt a bounce on her chest. She looked down and froze when she saw the breasts she had ‘dreamed’ about were here now, almost as if they were happily greeting her. The former man reached up and cupped her breasts again and shivered from the sensations that plagued her body and gulped. She breathed in and out trying to remain calm and quickly took her hands off of her new bust. She looked around the room, her mind reminding her of where she was.
“Where am I?” Peter wondered fearfully as her eyes darted around the room and saw she was in a medieval room. Light seeped into the room from the windows, and saw what looked like extinguished candles throughout the room. A chest was off to the side of the room along with a personal mirror and vanity. There was a fireplace on the other side of the room, with the blackened remains of what used to be wood chunks. There was a changing divider in the room that had ornate golden lines she could be behind. This room was such a change from what she was used to and looked for anything that indicated modern technology and comforts, but couldn't find anything that indicated such.
The door opened and a young woman around her age stepped inside. She wore a fancy green dress, like she had seen in fantasy shows or movies. She was pretty, with long chocolate brown hair and matching eyes. She wouldn't be winning any awards, but she was certainly eye catching. She looked around the room and moved with a practiced grace, Peter had only seen in a few women in her life.
“Good morning Princess Astraea,” the woman said cordially, as if she was mindful of what she might say. “Did you sleep well?”
Peter looked at her curiously, wondering who she was talking to. She looked around, half expecting to see another person suddenly enter the room from some hidden room, but no one else appeared. She didn’t know what to say, a multiple of questions running through her mind.
The woman turned to look at her, and seemed off put by her silence. She stepped closer to Peter, who couldn’t help but blush from the look of worry on her face.
“Princess Astraea are you alright?” the woman asked, looking at her.
In that moment, Peter’s mouth could only drop as her eyes bulged out of their sockets when she realized she was this princess the woman was talking about. She had a fascination with medieval life because of the history behind it, and knew what was expected of them. How was she going to act like this princess when she had no idea of where she was, or worse when she was. While at the same time, doing what was expected of her now to make people think she wasn’t possessed or something.
