Transformation World: Amazons

More in the transformation storyline. This time, a mousey nerd girl finds a Halloween costume that turns her into a 7 foot amazon warrior.

"So what do you think for the Halloween party? I was looking at 'sexy Frankenstein' this year."

"The monster or the doctor?"

"I don't know. Whichever was the green one with the stitched up boobs."

Jennifer and Laurie looked over the rack of costumes. It was getting near that time of year, and there was a public advisory for people to stay in the spirit and dress up this year. With the number of unexplained transformations and cursed individuals jumping up every few months, people were starting to wise up. Respecting the holidays was high on those trendy online lists of how to avoid being "morphed," because there were a number of vengeful spirits and mythical figures who would come down to teach you the true meaning of Christmas the hard way.

"I don't know," Jen answered. She pulled out the one marked "sexy jedi" and frowned at it. She was a small and mousey girl with glasses, and it was clearly built for a taller girl with more tits than she had. "Maybe something that doesn't have 'sexy' in the title. It's pretty offensive to choose a costume just to be objectified."

"Oh my gosh, Jenny. You need to turn off for once," Laurie groaned. She was tall, blonde and pretty, so of course she had no issues with that kind of thing. Jen felt like she had a lot more to be self-conscious about. "It's one night where everyone looks doofy. Who gives a shit? Ooh, 'sexy crayon' is on sale!"

"I just don't want to put on a bikini and say it's my costume," Jen objected more mildly. "And they don't really make a lot in my size..."

"Here! Perfect!" Laurie reached into the rack and pulled out a rather simple pair of cheetah print faux-furs. They resembled something a woman in a caveman movie or a Tarzan cover would be wearing. "Primal Amazon.' See? It doesn't even say 'sexy' on it anywhere."

Jen frowned at it as she took it from Laurie. It bare the midriff a little, but it was larger than she would have expected. It would still fit, but it also covered more than a lot of the other costumes would. "Well... it does look kind of Shanna the She-Devil..."

"Is she from Tarzan?" Laurie asked with a tilt of her head.

"No, Marvel comics. Doesn't matter. I'll try it on and we'll see."

"There you go!" Laurie encouraged her as Jen went into the fitting room. They were an odd pair of friends. Laurie met Jen early in college asking for help with her homework. Jen was ready to be bullied or bribed into writing papers for her, just to find that Laurie was genuinely interested in learning and doing it for herself. Laurie was a bit of a ditz, but entirely harmless and sweet in her socially pampered kind of way.

Jen got to the changing room and stripped down to her bra and panties. When she slid on the loincloth and fur bikini, it was actually quite comfortable. It covered a lot more skin than she thought, clearly a couple sizes up from her women's small. There was a plastic clasp that painted to look gold in the front, which Jen shuffled around until it fit her waist and then snapped into place. That was apparently the trigger to whatever magic worked the amazonian loincloth.

The first thing to kick in was Jen shot up in height. Her 5-foot nothing launched a foot straight into the air, stretching her legs and midsection taller and thicker. Her arms and legs tensed up, feeling like they were being forced to flex before Jen realized they were actually growing. Her shoulder broadened and her light brown hair shifted to a stark white as it grew longer and spilled over her face. The once loose clothing tightened around her as everything about her pushed out and up, adding a muscular but huge pair of breasts to go with her bulging biceps and thick hips.

"Jeeen? You okay in th-HOLY SHIT!" Laurie came to peek past the curtain, jumping back around the time Jen stretched the last few inches to reach seven feet tall. She grunted and panted like she was struggling with a lot of pain, but it felt... thrilling. It was so intense as everything about her grew and filled with strength she'd never imagined. She looked down at one of her broad, rough hands, tanned to a dark olive color like she had spent her entire life in the jungle. She looked up at Laurie, who nearly fell over under the gaze of the newly grown amazon.

"Are you safe?" she asked, hunching down to fit under the curtain rod and stepping out with her long, silvery hair rolling over her strong, bronzed shoulders.

"J-Jen?"

"Yes," she said simply, her voice thick and rough with her new vocal chords at work. She frowned and rubbed her throat as the primitive tone rumbled through her.

"Okay, cool. Could you do me a favor and stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"You look like you're going to eat me right now." Jen looked over at a mirror, seeing her piercing green eyes showing an intensely hawk-like glare. Her eyes softened as soon as she noticed, blinking as she became more self aware of just how she looked. Her new oversized figure left a lot less covered by the costume. At least it was tanned abs and bulging boobs rather than a flat and scrawny geek girl.

"Sorry. Sorry," she said, mousey despite her deep tone. "I just put it on and it... did this."

"So take it off?" Laurie offered. Jen ducked back inside and undid the buckle to remove the loincloth.

"It's... not turning off."

"Well... I guess you've got a hell of a Halloween costume, Jenny. Not bad for twenty bucks, right?"

"Wait, that one was magic?" the clerk behind them objected. "That's not for twenty!"

"She may be a giant magic amazon, but the price sticker still says twenty. Deal with it, buddy!"

Jen left the store with Laurie to her general embarrassment, even if people on the street looked at her with the same interest as they would someone with a cute dog or a man in makeup. A glance, then ignored. Transformation was just a way of life now. Jen's great-aunt had even been turned into a bear. It just happened, for whatever reason.

Laurie had ended up settling on Sexy Non-Licensed Mermaid Princess. Partly because she liked the seashell bra, and finalized it when she saw someone else try it on and not get turned into a mermaid or a princess. "Wouldn't that have been cool, though? Turning into a princess, I mean. I bet you'd be able to just tell people what to do."

"Not as fun as it sounds," Jen grumbled as she found herself returning to her hawk-like glare.

"Oh, come on. You can open pickle jars and reach the top shelf! It can't be that bad," Laurie assured her, but Jen still seemed annoyed, at least when the predatory stare wore off. Laurie treated her to some dinner at the buffet they liked to cheer her up, which oddly did the trick. Jen walked up to the food like she owned it and people instinctively got out of her (gigantic) way. Jen came back to the table with a pile of meats that she started to noisily eat with her hands, letting some of the juices stain her long and silvery hair like blood. It was as if she was daring anyone to try to take her food while eating it as fast as possible.

"Uh... feel better?" Laurie asked as she picked at her salad.

Jen looked up and flashed her a wolfish grin. "Much better. Thanks." She grabbed a fistful of napkins to wipe off her face and hands, her expression becoming more tame as she gave a more modest smirk and rested her hand on Laurie's. "Seriously. You're a good friend."

"Well duh," Laurie laughed. She was never much of a modest type. "But you too. Now you can just be an even bigger friend. Although..." She took another bite of her salad. "It looks the occasional splurge on meat does you a lot of good."

Campus life was, surprisingly, slightly easier for Jen after the changes. Being the tallest woman at the college (only shorter than a few of the transformed boys) made getting around easier. Nobody ever bumped into her, and her legs being almost twice as long made getting across the quad was ridiculously fast. The teachers didn't mind when the tall and muscular amazon answered for Jen in class, and it sure made her presentation a lot easier since everyone was paying so much attention to the taller, louder woman's report on modern economics.

The amazon didn't have any particular influence over Jen, especially when she kept up the high-protein diet that she kept craving. Laurie suspected it was all the muscle she was burning just by being so huge and powerful, like how those fighters who go through loads of chicken breast. Jen felt like it was more like an advisor. It encouraged her to eat more meat. She instinctively looked for spots of the room she was in that were the most defensible or climbable, and it kept making her consider leaping across rooftops or scaling trees for shortcuts. It told her what made the best weapons in the room and what squirrels in the quad would make the tastiest game to hunt. It never made her do anything, but she had to brush off these new little distractions.

There were the occasional downsides. The face instinctively went into this stony glare, but making herself smile at random times seemed to shrug that off pretty easily. She had to replace her wardrobe, of course, since her sweaters now barely went past her tits. Laurie tried to help out with picking up some new outfits during the week, but she kept feeling uncomfortable. She thought it was because they were too revealing or flashy for her liking, but she soon realized it was that they were too constricting. The amazon was restless with wearing something as tight as stretch pants or even bras.

"It's like... I keep thinking this phrase when it happens. 'Amazons wear no chains. We run free."

"That's so dope," Laurie replied with a shake of her head. "You do you then, girl."

Jen had decided to tap into the amazon side a little and see what would leave her comfortable. Apparently, Jen "doing her" was a lot of loose tank tops, long skirts, and actually a stop by the fabric store to make her own loose loincloths for when she was lounging around their dorm.

It was a strange couple weeks, but she had been looking forward to that coming weekend. Despite her mousey nature, she did have a boyfriend back in her hometown. They were both active online, usually, but she had been chatting less and less. The amazon instincts got antsy around any technology more advanced than a toaster, so she found herself going on walks or catching up on her reading rather than browsing the internet.

When Trevor showed up, he was his same old self. Pale, skinny, wearing a dark hoodie. Jen had thought he was one of those edgy kids before she actually talked to him on the bus. It turned out he had just been cursed by a vampire. He wasn't even an actual vampire, he just had the same urges. Avoid the sunlight, charm women, staying pale and skinny... biting a little when he kissed. Jen had been easily charmed by him and they had been dating for a year now, despite Trevor living in her hometown and only really spending time every couple months.

"Hey, Jen," he greeted, gladly taking the hoodie off his blonde hair once he was in the room. Laurie had insisted she had something else to do so she left the room for them to be alone. "So you really weren't kidding."

"Nope," Jen said, shrugging her muscular shoulders. She had worn one of her nicer muscle shirts for his visit, a pale blue one that brought out the dark colors of her tan, and a long brown leather skirt that went to her knees. She stayed barefoot, of course, since sandals were easier to get than size 14 men's shoes. "You look good, tough."

"Oh. Yea, thanks," Trevor said dismissively as he stayed standing. "So... weird, huh?"

"A little," Jen admitted. "But it's not all bad. I've got more curves, and the girls basketball team has been asking about me."

"Really? You're not thinking of joining, right?"

"Well... yea. It's easy when I'm almost as big as the basket. And I think I'm starting to like all the exercise and competition. Better than playing a lot of Space Crafters and stalking Facebook, right?"

"Yea, I guess." Trevor kept standing as he itched his nose until Jen spoke again firmly.

"Sit!" It was a more aggressive invitation than it was a command, but Trevor swiftly sat in the chair by her bed. She didn't like the uneasy look on his face. "So... Laurie's going to be out for a while. Did you want to... y'know. Try taking the new body for a test drive?" Jen's smile came off as mousey but she really was excited. The amazon wasn't especially horny, but the prospect of having a man around who was HERS was definitely an interest it shared with Jen.

"Yea, about that... you've been sort of distant lately..." Trevor started.

Jen blinked at him for a moment as her muscles visibly tensed. "Well... yea. I'm going through a lot of changes. Junior year's been crazy, and then the costume party. Not to mention growing two feet and gaining a hundred pounds of muscle..."

"Right... and that. You're definitely not the same girl I met in high school."

"What do you mean?" Jen's meek smile dropped completely as she looked at him with concern.

"Like, you were cute in this little geeky way that I loved. It might have been the distance or that part that really needed me, but now... look at you." He gestured at her, before pausing and gesturing a lot higher so it went towards her face. "You're tall, you're confident. You told me you're hunting deer with a homemade spear..."

"I said I was THINKING about hunting SQUIRRELS," she corrected firmly. "And the spear is just a project for Creative Woodshop."

"Right. That. And I dunno. Are you not feeling this anymore either?"

The giant, silver-haired amazon bit her lip. "I don't know what you mean. I missed you..." Her heart was racing, and something was pushing at the back of her mind. The amazon was picking up something, but it was something new. She was trying to sort it out.

"Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We were great. But I think the vampire in my liked when you were weak and vulnerable, and that was fun. Now... now you're all roided up and tan and trying out for sports... that's not you. The vampire side's just not liking it, so I don't know if I can keep-"

Jen was getting more flustered. She didn't know what to say or do, and she felt like tears were coming soon. The amazon, though... she was pounding on the walls inside her brain. She wanted something desperately. She knew something. It wasn't the urge to fight or hunt, because she knew that one. Without anything better to do, she shut her eyes and focused on the instincts.

"You're lying to me," Jen said, low and grim as the glare took over.

"Uh... what?" Trevor shifted in his seat.

"You lied. Your pulse changed and you smelled of fear when you mentioned the curse." Jen stood up to loom over him at her full height. "And you don't smell of vampire. Or curse."

"Jen, you're freaking out now..." Trevor warned, but he was visibly tensing.

"You're not even cursed! You were using that to hit on me and now you're using it to dump me!" Trevor looked terrified, but he was frozen under her glare rather than trying to run or lie his way out of it again. "You're a transform poser!? Are you SERIOUSLY so insensitive that you're going to try to break up with me because of my curse with your own made up curse!?"

"Jen, you kind of liked it when I first..."

Jen caught him by the collar of his hoodie and lifted him out of the chair. She pinned him against the wall as her muscles bulged with tensing veins. The amazon was on a rampage, and Jen was perfectly fine to let it go. She was feeling pretty satisfied to watch Trevor's (naturally) pale skin turn red as the hoodie suddenly fit too tight around his neck. The hawk eyes were staring right into him like they wanted to rip him apart.

"You listen to me, you pasty little sneak! I do NOT need you. We need no man! And you are a disgrace to your tribe if you are too cowardly to appreciate an amazon's beauty!"

"Uh... tribe?" Trevor managed to choke out.

"AT WHAT POINT DID I SOUND LIKE I WAS FINISHED!?" She boomed so loudly Trevor shut up on the spot. "I am a warrior and a woman, and you do not disrespect either of those things. The amazons wear no chains, and if you are so weak and worthless, then I have no reason to house any traitor in my den."

"I think you meant... dorm," Trevor grunted from his awkward position against the wall. Jen just opened the door and flung him out hard enough that he smacked into the far wall.

"I'll waste no more meat on you, rat-skinning runt!" Jen snapped with a stomp of her heavy foot. "Now flee and know that the next time I see you will be down the sights of my bow!" Trevor took a minute to get over his confusion at her choice of words before he blushed and scampered off. It was only then that Jen noticed a few other girls were in the halls staring at her. She cleared her throat as the original Jen took back over, the amazon seeming especially satisfied by the performance. Apparently, so was the crowd as her dorm-mates clapped and cheered for her.

Jen blushed harder and started back into her room when she saw Laurie come jogging down the hall after her. "Jen! Hey! You okay?" she asked with a wide smile on her face.

"Uh, yea," Jen mumbled, rubbing one of her powerful arms awkwardly. "I kind of broke up with Trevor. Or part of me did. I thought you were going to be busy."

"Jenny, I heard that from across campus with the 'shut thy mouth' talk!"

"Okay, I definitely didn't say that..."

"Still! Good for you! Twilight boy looked like he was having a heart attack when he went downstairs." Laurie gave her a light punch in the arm that didn't even leave a dent on Jen's muscles. "I think I like girl power Jenny better!"

Jen laughed and shrugged her muscular shoulders. "Yea, well... I think I might too." She wasn't exactly planning on letting the amazon take over very often, but she was definitely going to treat it to all the meat it could handle tonight.