Living in the Past

Magic is real, but forgotten.  That was the reality Peter was living in.  Peter lived in a world that had once been steeped in magic and wonder, but had now moved past such things.  Becoming a developed technological society, magic and the practices of old had been pushed to the wayside and practically forgotten to superstition.  Peter was someone who longed for those older days where magic was alive and prominent in the world; where Wyverns were a major form of transportation (now long extinct) and people lived off the fruits of the land.  This fascination with the past caused him to read mountains of books about ancient society and obsess over any artifact that had ties to that fantastical era.  He had managed to get his hands one of those said artifacts just the other day at an auction.

Peter was a somewhat lonely individual, not very social and bored of his rather average life.  This is probably why he fantasized about the past and the almost otherworldly aura it held.  He thought maybe having a girlfriend would brighten his life up, yet he never had much luck with women.  He wasn’t much of a looker but certainly not ugly either, it was more he had picky standards and was never too outgoing in seeking a significant other.  Peter was a decently fit young man with a little bit of a gut, around 6’2”, mocha skinned with black hair in a short bowl cut.  He wore a tan short sleeve shirt with dark brown stripes lined across the upper part of the shirt and some generic blue jeans and black-white sneakers.  His face was a little pudgy and average looking, again not much of a looker. 

Pondering the downpoints of his life quickly faded from mind as Peter arrived at his apartment with the artifact he had bought.  

The artifact was a large open-caged pauldron that, judging with his extensive knowledge of apparel from the time, Peter determined belonged to a Wyvern Rider Knight.  The Pauldron was definitely worn and dirty and had a noticeable inward curve.  He spent quite a while polishing it up before noticing it was very late at night.  Feeling exhausted Peter desperately wanted to continue indulging in the artifact and tried to power through it, but eventually succumbed to his body’s exhaustion and fell asleep, head resting on the table he was working on.  

After a few minutes a warm amber light began emanating from the pauldron still held in Peter’s hands.  The light eventually connected to his body, surrounding him completely after a few moments.  Peter’s body is suddenly whisked away from reality, the pauldron remaining behind; its glow starting to fade.  

Peter’s body was now floating in a multi-colored tunnel in void less space.  Colors were firing past him at high speeds, whether it was his body that was moving or the streaks of colors in this tunnel it was hard to tell.  Some magic had clearly awakened and had plans for Peter.  His body began to spasm a bit, trembling while Peter’s mind still remained in the realm of sleep.  The muscles all around Peter’s body started pulsating as fat was slowly lifted from his frame that was now flying about naked in this foreign space.  His limbs went lighter and softer; the excess mass lifting from is body through rumbling fits to his stomach, back, and other bodily areas where the fat rested in large amounts.  

Peter’s sleep was now disturbed; his eyes began moving rapidly under shut lids as he felt the discomfort of the changes.  His limp straight posture was held firm as he flew about within the strange space, but his hands and head began to toss and turn.  You could tell he was trying to wake himself up. Muffled moans and grunts broke forth from Peter as he felt his body vibrating intensely.  His gut plunged inward in one large movement as nearly all the fat from it vanished.  This caused a loud cloaked moan to fill the empty noiseless space Peter was flying through, his mouth he could still not force open.  All of Peter’s limbs in unison vibrated as the bloat to his body faded, leaving behind a slim but healthy young man. 

A noticeable boner was now present on Peter as in his mind the changes were filling him with a dab of pleasure that continued rising, despite the shock of the situation.  He could not see what was happening to him, only feel it which caused conflictions within his mind about exactly what to make of the situation.

A prominent heat began to bubble to the surface inside Peter, building the agitation in his groin and causing further twitching across his body which was now aching for some form of release.  He was about to receive that and so much more. 

A spike of pain fired throughout Peter’s entire skeleton as he felt his bones snap and break in several spots.  “Mgghhh!!! Ghhhmmm!!” Peter screamed through shut lips as he felt the pain take him over completely for a few moments.  

His split bones reformed as they took on more length in his limbs, Peter’s hips cracked wide bringing more width below his waist.  As Peter’s hips shifted wider and wider his upper legs curved with the motions, bringing a more feminine shape to his lower body.  The bones in his elbows popped and adjsuted bringing further feminine curves to the positions of his arms.  Peter’s fingers snapped at the joints, one after another, as they reshaped into a more sensual boney form; the cartilage cracking and popping as his hand changed shape. 

“Mmmmm, mghhmmmmhh!!”  Peter let out as his spine shifted slightly bringing more of a curve to his backside, his ribs puffing outward along with his upper body.  

At that same moment his shoulders cracked and slid downward towards a female slope, his neck thinning out.  His clavicle appeared more prominent as the changes to his upper skeleton continued to take shape; Peter had the body of a very feminine looking man now.  His skull felt like it crushed in a quick instance, becoming smaller in size and more elegant in its shape.  The bridge of his nose popped as it shrunk upward, the nostrils growing smaller and the shape of the nose more pointed with the tip of it shooting outward rather prominently (it was unique but had a look of beauty to it).  Peter’s jaw danced about as the bones in his cheeks and around his jaw reshaped toward a more pointed feminine look.  His ears gained a more rounded shape and shrunk along the side of his face.  His skeletal make-up was very much a woman’s now.

His muscles had all but receded when he felt them rethink their journey and suddenly burst with activity again.  Muscles resurfaced where they had once disappeared, but returned with a more womanly visage.  Peter’s legs which had just finished snapping about, bones elongating and feet reshaping towards tantalizing form, gained more mass as muscle and fat packed themselves tight onto his thighs, and lower legs.  

Finally Peter’s mouth broke open and with it a stream of uncomfortable moans.  “Hyoooh gaawd, hyuh! Ohhh what is this!?? Hah, haa my body! AHHHH!!”  Peter cried out.  

Peter’s dick was throbbing as his body relished in what his mind did not.  He couldn’t believe this was real and his mind fluttered about in a haze as the sensations took over his consciousness.  

“Hyuuuh, uuhhh ooohohh gaaahh!!” Peter let out in a fit of gasps and moans.  

His arms gained a lean slender appearance from the mass rebuilt on them and his hips widened with increasing girth.  Peter’s back began to arch a bit as his bodily movements were able to reach more extremes the further along the changes progressed.  His eyes were starting to roll in the back of his head as Peter’s mind went blank with otherworldly pleasure.  The tunnel of lights he was traveling through’s movements seemed to pick up their speed.  

Peter’s limbs suddenly bloated in size, his thighs greatly so, bringing a soft smacking sound as his two thighs met each other in the middle just below his groin.  His calves rose and packed with toned muscle, every part of Peter’s body was twitching with excitement. 

Peter’s mid-section started to spasm rapidly bringing Peter back from the brink.  “Hyohh, oohh what is happening!? Oh god, fuuuck!!”  He yelled as his mid-section collapsed in, his spine snapping once again.

Peter keeled forward with the change as his guts compacted in with the collapse, his hips looking even wider now below his now slim feminine core.  Peter re-arched his back as he felt the muscles shifting in his abdominals.  Slight tonnage came to his stomach as a u-shaped ridge indented itself around his naval, a small hill puffing up with powerful pulsations (a very feint 4-pack of abs appeared).  

“Uhhh, awhh so good…This can’t be! Auuuhh!!!” Peter released in clashing pleasure as not only the muscles at his core reshaped, but those in his back as well.  

Individual pockets of muscle twitched and tugged as they formed a slender but powerful masterpiece of flesh on Peter’s backside.  Well defined ridges formed a diamond shape on his back, an alluring sight of healthy muscle.  Through this process the manly body hair covering Peter slowly pulled back into his body until most of his form was left bare and smooth, doused in slick sweat.  Peter’s skin gradually took on a different coloration; his mocha skin growing brighter until it reached a white creamy vibrancy.

Peter had the look of an athletic woman, a body tremoring with pleasure at its new form.  

Changes continued as Peter let out, “Guh, oohh hyuhh!”  His ass lifted and the cheeks pressed hard together as a surge of muscle and fat swelled up within them.  

Peter’s fingers twitched about; they desperately wished to grab his firm cheeks and feel the explosion of power coursing through them.  His vulnerable mind was succumbing to the pleasure. 

“Gyahh yess oohhhoh!! Peter moaned as a large release of cum finally spilled out from his throbbing dick.  “Mmmmm so good, it feels so good, uuhhh noooo, ooohh….” 

His ass expanded bringing a heart shaped look to Peter’s backside, the cheeks widening and rising backwards as they gained a sizeable presence below his back.  A tight shapely butt was born, a lovely sight to behold.  Another final rumbling fit brought his ass bloating to its final size and forced a bit of left over cum to fire out of Peter’s dick.  

“Shit, ahyaah!!” Peter forced out with the unexpected brief climax.  In his mind he thought the pleasure might finally cease, but the heat spreading through his body then focused on its next target.  “No, what now!? Wha huyuh huh ooohh!!”  Peter said as he felt his chest billow with heat. 

Drool was trickling from his mouth now, the colored tunnel surrounding him speeding by ever faster.  

His right nipple shot out in a hardened state followed by his left soon after.  A warm liquid slowly began to fill in large amounts inside Peter’s chest, his pectorals starting to sag as they filled up.  In his mind he knew he was growing breasts and though it felt wrong that same conflicting pleasure from before caused the unexpected to break forth from his mouth.  

His areolas gradually widened and rose as they grew, firing his hardened nipples further out as Peter delivered, “Mmm  aaahhh yessss, yessss oohohoooh my.  So warm…hyah!” 

A vibrating thrust launched his growing tits up with a booming motion and they exploded in size.  They had suddenly blasted from almost nothing to a large b-cup.  The trembling started again as Peter anticipated the next expansion to his floaty lifting tits.  

“Oh hoh, here it comes-aahh!!”  His breasts rumbled and exploded in size again, shaking relentlessly as they did causing small traces of milk to spill from Peter’s stimulated nipples (some pre-cum was trickling from the head of his dick as well).  

The muscles around Peter’s breasts tugged and pulled as they adjusted to the growing masses of flesh in order to keep them propped in a pleasing manner.  A slight widening of Peter’s upper torso bestowed upon his body better means to carry the weight of his new bodily additions.  Beads of sweat traveled down the slopes of his creamy white peaks sometimes lodging onto his pink erect nipples; some flying off the surface of the skin as the growing tits occasionally jiggled in their growth.  With some slow final pulsations Peter’s new breasts settled at a perky well sized c-cup; an elongated moan from Peter topped off the change. 

“Mmmmm hoooooooohhhh   uhmmmm…hoh! Augh yes! Yes! Uhyah!”  Peter let out in a pleasing manner, his dick firing out small loads after the sensations in his breasts reached a peak.  At this point he was basically thinking of his ordeal as a satisfying wet dream and indulging in it. 

Suddenly a flood of thoughts that were not Peter’s burrowed into his mind hard and fast.  His eyes went open wide and his mouth agape as the rush of thoughts overwhelmed him. 

“Huuuuh ohhhhhh whaaaaahh!!  WHa-wha is thiss!! Hyaaahh MY! Who!?! Aggghh!!”  Peter let out in gasping breaths as the tunnel of colors brightened towards a blinding light.  

Peter felt himself phasing into a new space, fresh air materializing around him and free movement returning to his body.  He fell to the ground which was a rough earthy texture.  Peter felt grass against the exposed skin on his arms.  He could tell he was clothed once again, but everything felt off as he tried regaining his senses, the bright light fading from his vision.  He rose with a hand to his face, eyes half closed trying to readjust his sight to the new illumination of light around him which was of a much different intensity than the one in the tunnel that took him here; wherever HERE was. 

A wash of foreign thoughts and personal elements Peter had never felt before were bubbling in his subconscious gently pushing to the forefront of his mind.  Initially once his sight returned to him and Peter looked around he couldn’t make out at all where he was.  It looked like a homestead in the country near some wooded land.  There was a country house a bit off in the distance and some very large stables not far from him.  A fenced off section of land to the right of Peter held several different lines of crops.  It was all so confusing to Peter until the strange memories and thoughts reached more prominence in his mind. 

“I’m back in Valm…back? Wait how do I know that?”  Peter was a bit shaken in the knees as he tried holding his stance.  

Peter then remembered the changes that took place moments ago and snapped his neck quickly downward to look at his body.  Yes he had changed, into a beautiful young woman, though he still retained his dick.  He was also clothed in odd apparel, at least for him.  He had plated gauntlets, Pauldrons, hip guards, and boots locked above navy blue undergarments with a lined pattern.  The garments below the armor left a huge opening to his backside bestowing its awesome sight to the world, as well as openings in the upper thighs.  At the top of Peter’s chest plate there was an armored chin strap that broke out into metal appendages that had the appearance of dragon wings.  Peter knew what this was as he had studied the history of his world thoroughly. 

“Valm…” Peter said.  “That was the name of a continent in ancient times, back when magic was…and these clothes!  They’re what Wyvern riders of the time wore.  This means I was, I was sent back-“ 

“Auggh!” An assault of strange thoughts and visions pelted Peter’s mind once more.  “What is this!?”  Peter stated in distress. 

Memories and flashes from a life that weren’t his own were mixing in with images of his own life.  The vision of a girl taming a Wyvern and troubled times as a vassal for the House of Virion, as well as a love for sewing all swelled in Peter’s thoughts.  

“Hyagh my head! Whats going on!”  Peter said as his eyes went wide and he stared around the premises.  

The foreign thoughts began to settle and as he calmed Peter started walking towards the stables.  

“Yes I remember, the Wyvern I tamed as a child.  Minvera.  She should be in there.” Peter stated.

Sliding open the large wooden doors of the stable (which had large wood beams shooting up from the roof with perches attached; most likely for the Wyverns) Minverva was revealed to him.  Minerva was a large imposing dark skinned Wyvern, whom once seeing Peter, stared at him with adoration. 

“Minvera it is you! I-“  As Peter started to lean forward to place a hand on Minvera he stopped and said, “I, wait, no…Who is, what is this?  Need to get out of here.”  Peter said as he groaned and stumbled his way back out into the fields. 

Again the assault of memories and emotions hit as Peter fell to his knees once more.  

“Noo, oh god my head!”  He let out.  A blurred vision of a person was starting to root itself in Peter’s mind.  “Who is this, who am I?”  He looked at the country house in the distance and said, “It’s probably time for supper, need to get home and cook or wait…the stables, or no I’m Peter! I need to get back home.  Is this my home? My Apartment? Someone, Please!” 

Peter brought both hands to his face as the thoughts overwhelmed him.  He felt the nails on his hand lengthen towards a feminine state and poke the skin he was grasping on his face.  His hair began to lengthen, the texture of it gently tickling his exposed back as it crawled its way downward halting in length just above his plump ass.  The hair gradually gained a bright pink coat as it grew. 

“hyuuh, mmmmmm  uhhhh someone…these images! They won’t stop.”  Peter continued to fret. 

His eyelashes lengthened and took on a batty look as his eye’s slit a bit on the outer sides, yet the rest seemed to retain their general shape.  This gave a very unique and captivating allure to Peter’s changed face. 

Peter brought his hands down as his thoughts settled once more and he said, “I don’t even know what’s real anymore.  Where is…where is he?” 

Peter was referring to a man who now appeared quite clearly in his mind and who brought conflicting waves of emotions to him.  He was a dashingly dressed man with very proper mannerisms and confidence.  Thin and lean in body with a gorgeous face and lengthy teal hair that fell past his shoulders.  Peter was blushing a bit thinking about him and said, “My…my husband Vi-“

Just then a voice called out to Peter in a name that wasn’t his, yet he instinctively reacted.  “Cherche!!” The voice yelled out. 

The vison of the man came in clearer than ever within Peter’s mind and he raised his head and rose from the ground to stare in the direction of the voice and responded with, “Vir-Virion!?”  

That’s when Peter noticed that his voice had changed as well.  A soft toned woman now spoke for him.

Virion approached peter with worry on his face and said, “Cherche it is you, you’re back!”  Virion then hugged Peter bringing a wave of confusing arousal to peter’s mind.  “Where have you been? I was so worried, you were gone for weeks without word.  Was it something I did?  Did I push you away?” 

Peter responded, “Virion no, no I! It wasn’t anything…uhhh”  

Peter couldn’t comprehend the fondness he was feeling for this man, his…husband.  No the husband of this other person that was plaguing his mind.  Peter couldn’t let this continue, these emotions were too strong and he felt he’d lose himself if he indulged in thoughts of this life he had been dropped into any longer.  

“Virion I’m, I’m sorry I can’t!” Peter cried as he ran off from Virion towards the breach of the woods nearby.  

Tears were falling from Peter’s eyes and he felt an aching in his heart as he collapsed to the ground once more.  

Peter was lost in thought, “Virion he and I, we’ve been friends for so long.  Why am I running from the man I love? No that’s not me, who is this!?  I mean I know these feelings are genuine but I, I know I’m someone else…Yet these feelings, I’ve longed for them, for someone I know who cares for me.  I’d always been so alone and lived an existence headed nowhere.  Yes this is a gift isn’t it?  But is that the real me or is, Who am I?  Peter or Cherche, whose the real me!!”

Suddenly a high pitched yelp came from Peter’s mouth as he felt a tug on his dick which had gone hard from the feelings for Virion brought forth.  

“hah, huh, no, no, no  yaah!” Peter cried out as he knew what was coming.  

The overcoming mesh of thought between two lives continued as Peter’s dick tugged over and over, growing smaller in size, as it crept its way into his body.  His balls fired up inside him and exploded and through that a new womb took shape and Peter’s hips slightly widened further to accommodate. 

“Gyahh hooh god!”  Peter let out in a pleasing tone.  Peter’s mind was awash with thoughts of, “This can’t be real.  This life its, my dream, my no! My other life, but this!? So confused! How can I feel so happy!!”  

Just then Peter’s dick, which was now a small nub resting firmly on the skin between his legs, erupted with stimulation as a large slit opened beneath it and enveloped it inside a pair of womanly vaginal lips.  His former dick now became the clitoris to his newly created vagina. 

Liquids spilled from the new opening and a rush of uncontrollable emotions caused a break in Peter’s mind as SHE let out, “Hyuuuhhh aahhhhh gaaawwddd, hoh hoh nooohooh uhhhhh…..”  

A heavy blush beamed across Peter’s face as the pleasing sensation of a female orgasm took her.  Peter kneeled shivering for a while as her thoughts focused on Virion.  Peter’s mind was growing more accustomed to the idea of being with this man, this man who cared for her deeply.  

Peter thought, “No, maybe this isn’t bad.  Virion is so, has been so kind to me.  I mean of course he has, he is my husband.  No the husband of this Cherche…?” 

“Cherche!” Virion called out as he caught up to his wife.  

This time peter, or maybe now more so Cherche, had a longing look on her face.  “Virion, I’m so-“ Before she could finish Virion embraced Cherche and planted a loving kiss on her.  The heat between their mouths caused a spark in Cherche as she had always longed for this sort of moment as Peter.  

Cherche closed her eyes and let the moment take her.  She truly felt wanted and happy for the first time in a long time.  She was ready to give herself to this life and that’s what she did. 

Peter now thinking of herself as Cherche thought, “My old life, there’s nothing there for me.  This feels right; this man is someone I can be happy with.  Something I could never have as my old self.”

The thoughts of her former life slowly became more of a blur, still there in her memories, but at the same time mixed with the happier ones of her new life.  She felt as if she were Cherche, though knowing she was different…that she had been different at a point in her past.  But none of that mattered to her now. 

Their lips unlocked and Cherche in a full blush gazed into her husband’s eyes and said, “I need you to prove to me. Prove to me that you truly love me.”  

Virion responded, “Cherche I’ll never make you feel unwanted again.  I will commit by body and soul to you completely.” 

Cherche smiled with a playful smirk and said, “Well, I know of one way you can prove your bark matches your bite. Hee hee.”  

As they both strolled home Virion thought that something felt slightly different about Cherche.  He noticed his returning wife was brimming with more confidence and surety than before and had a more playful feel to her.  This was confirmed for him as once they arrived home Cherche frolicked about everything she came across in the house as if it were something she had always longed for despite having already possessed it.  Virion felt terrible deep down thinking he was the one that’d drove her away.  He was ready to prove himself to her though.  Virion grabbed Cherche’s ass with a tight grip and began to kiss her neck. 

“Hoh! Virion you….mmmmm shall we, move to the bedroom?” Cherche wantingly asked.  

Cherche released her breast plate which fell with a thud to the ground and began to loosen her Gauntlets when Virion walked up and said, “No, let me unwrap you my lady.  I wish to gaze upon what I have missed for so many weeks.  I’ll try to not disappoint you again.” 

Cherche had a look of concern cross her face and said, “Oh, Virion do not trouble your mind.  You’re my husband and you always will be.  I’m sorry if I’ve made you think otherwise.  I’m here now though and we both will prove just how deeply our love runs.”  

A reassuring smile crossed Virion’s face as he replied, “Yes Cherche, we will.”  

Virion with great patience declothed his wife, sliding her leg stockings down with tantalizing grace.  The feeling of the fabric’s slow crawl off of her legs made Cherche wet between her vaginal lips.  She was ready for him.  She did the same for her husband, declothed him, and both were ready for each other and embraced on the bed.  Cherche was on top of Virion, something he certainly never experienced her do before.  They both locked lips passionately and grinded each other for some moments.  Then both took the time to feel each other’s bodily contours with an occasional grab of Virions dick and an occasional suckle to Cherche’s breast.  They had worked each other towards the perfect moment when Virion flipped Cherche onto her back and prepared himself for entry.  He slowly slid his erect dick into Cherche’s folds.  She went red like a beat as she felt the hardened rod slip its way deep inside her.  

“Hmmm  oohohh yes! Aaauhhh! Virion!”  Cherche let out as her slit clamped down hard onto Virions dick in excitement.  

They went at it for a while bucking and thrusting, their hips were moving in a wild dance.  

Eventually Cherche forced Virion off of her and said, “Virion please…I know it may seem unsightly of me to ask this, but.  Could you fuck me like a Wyvern in heat!?”  A lust filled gaze was plastered across Cherche’s face. 

Virion was completely taken off guard.  Whatever had changed with his wife he certainly adored it.  He felt even more wanted then ever as if his wife knew everything he had to give and wanted their passion to reach new heights.  They both stared into each other’s eyes and visually agreed.  This consummation was for their future happiness and for a marriage reborn.  

Cherche anticipated the arrival of Virions dick from behind her as she lifted her backside upwards.  Virion was awe-struck by Cherche’s lovely ass which he had never beheld with such perspective before.  

“Do it, fuck me!  Mark me as yours!”  Cherche said as what was probably the wilder more modern side of her former self Peter coming to the forefront.  

Virion obliged and plunged deep into Cherche.  

“Hyaahggh yess! Ohh hyooh, fuck, fuck, hyaaah, ahhnn, aahh!!” Cherche yelled in ecstasy as Virion thrusted again and again into her, slamming her inner walls.  “I can feel it! Deep inside! Ohh Virion, Virion yes! I feel you!” 

Drool flew from Cherche’s open sex crazed maw with each thrust, both her and Virons bodies gleaming with sweat.  After a few minutes of intense intercourse Virion released his final thrusts into Cherche, his body smacking against her thick ass over and over as he finished inside her.  

Cherche yelled with pleasure, “Mffff! OOhhh auuhhh!! Uhhhh…. Mmmmmhyaaahh!! Virion….Virion….”  

Cherche’s mind was now completely awash with thoughts on how this all felt so right.  This was what she had always wanted in her former life.  The ideas of a past life now seemed distant to her to the point that they felt like a faraway dream.  But nothing of that mattered to her.  All she knew is that she was happy here, with her husband.  Yes this was right…this was her home.

Years later Cherche and Virion were still happily married.  Cherche had given birth to a child Gerome and had taught him the ways of a Wyvern rider.  Some of the traits from Cherche’s old life, one of them being a love of books, (all those years reading about and studying the past which she was now living in) enticed her to take up her earlier pursuits of magical training and studied many tomes and the magical arts.  She ended up becoming a widely successful Sage. 

Cherche grew to remember less of her old life over the years, it all was so pushed from her mind at this point and she rarely dwelled on it.  And why would she; She was a changed woman who had forged a strong family and gained the lasting love and wondrous life she had always longed for.