Mother of the Stars

--artwork by vengarsolarblade-- “There’s another one! Wow… look at the tail on it.”

Max stood alone on his college room balcony stargazing through his prized, very expensive telescope. He was never one to miss a clear night like this. It was a prime condition for scanning the stars. One of the main reasons he chose this campus was for its location. It was tucked away from civilization, out in the wilderness on an open plot of land with few trees. Max was very close to finishing his tenure in the college’s renowned Astrology program.

He couldn’t wait to be doing stuff like this every night, examining the stars and planets dotting the dark canvas above. Tonight possessed one of the most brilliant skies he had ever witnessed. There were far more falling stars streaking across the sky than usual. Needless to say, Max was entranced.

“Wow! Look at the size of that one!” Max yelled out ecstatically to no one but himself.

An unnaturally big and brilliant light caught his eye low in the sky. It didn’t take him long to notice that it was not above the Earth’s atmosphere. No, this was unlike anything he’d ever seen. This was falling towards earth, heading right for him! Max panicked and began to step back as the blinding light sped toward him. The closer it got, the smaller it appeared. Eventually it came to an instant halt in front of his balcony.

Still frightened, but more assure of his safety now, he slowly focused onto the bright object in front of him. The glow around the object began to dim, revealing a surprising sight. Max was immediately in awe of what he saw. A yellow star shaped creature with large, pure black, oval shaped eyes—whose pointed star shaped appendages seemed to move around like limbs—gently hovered in the air staring him down. Both he and the creature stood silent watching each other.

The creature seemed really intrigued with Max as if it’d never seen anything like him before. Max was certainly nothing special. He was rather mundane looking—shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight tan to his skin. He wasn’t in poor physical shape, but nothing extraordinary either. He wasn’t one to stand out from any average student at his college. So just what did this thing find so fascinating about him? Max reasoned the creature was unfamiliar with humans, considering it seems to originate from out in space.

Done contemplating, he was first to break the silence and said, “W-who, uh… what are you?”

The creature quickly replied, “My name is Luma! Have you seen my mother?”

Well this thing seems quick to the point, Max thought. Such a fascinating phenomenon. What could be the cause of this? So many questions! He approached the creature called Luma with care, slowly extending out a hand to touch it. Luma quickly zipped away to another side of Max.

“I need to find my mother; otherwise more and more of us will fall and die.”

“That’s… horrible.”

Max quickly connected the dots.

“So the falling stars. Those are you? Things like you? And you say there are more of you falling than usual?

Luma darted towards the front of Max’s face, causing him to stumble a bit backwards. The creature’s tone conveyed a twinge of sadness, but emotion didn’t seem to be something it displayed in any explicit sense. He couldn’t even read any sort of emotion off its face, or lack of one—eyes being the only expressive tools at its disposal.

“So many of mother’s children are dying. We need her magic to sustain ourselves, and the stars. If something isn’t done, galaxies will begin to crumble. I’m so worried; she has been gone so long.”

Well that’s quite a bomb you just dropped on me. Frightening to think of a whole galaxy going caput. Max thought. He surmised that these creatures must act like stabilizers for solar systems, or something of the sort.

“What does your mother look like?” Max asked.

Luma suddenly bounced around excitedly around him and said, “She is tall, and radiant like the stars. Sparkling hair falls from her head that glistens like the stars. Her eyes twinkle like the light of the stars. She has a pure love for the stars, a love like no other. The star-“

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Max cut off. “She is really all about those stars, heh. Sounds like me and her would get along. I was actually looking up at the stars myself before you dropped in.”

Luma went silent for a few moments before asking, “Are you my mother?”

“Huh, what? Haha. Do I look like your mother? Let’s be real here.”

“But you said you love the stars right?” Luma questioned, forcing its gaze ever closer to Max’s face. “The only one I know who loves the stars is mother Rosalina.”

“Well down here plenty of people love the-“

Max was quickly cut off by a suddenly excited Luma.

“Oh you must be in disguise, that’s it! Did you wish to take a break mother? I know you work so hard, but please you have to come back to us!”

“Woah, slow down a minute!”

“Are you sick mother? Oh dear, you don’t remember us?”

Max was feeling a tad nervous and slowly started to make for his balcony door. He tried weaseling his way out of the conversation.

“Look, its late, I think a good rest would do us both good, to clear our heads.”

Luma quickly blocked Max’s path to the door and said, “Oh mother you must remember me! I was the one you trusted a piece of your magic to remember?

“Can I please… just go inside!?”

“Your magic…” Luma pondered aloud. “Of course! If I return your magic to you that may spark your memory. Don’t worry mother, I got this!”

Luma quickly circled around the nervous Max, sprinkling a sandy, glittering substance around him. His eyes went a tad heavy as he felt his senses begin to swirl. He stumbled forward and grabbed onto the balcony railing.

“Wha… What did you do? I feel so… warm… uhn.”

“Don’t worry Rosalina. This’ll bring you back to your senses. Oh, it’s starting!”

Max was confused by what Luma meant until he noticed his hair lengthening on the side of his face. It was growing quite fast, crawling down his backside. It was becoming very thick as well, the weight of it evident against his back. A swath of hair fell over the right side of his face, covering his eye, while on the other side the hair curved upwards and out in a stylish manner. Splotches of blond color began to cover the length of his new extravagant hair, taking little time to paint it entirely.

“Ah, what the hell!?” Max cried out. He raised his hands, feeling them shake uncontrollably. It wasn’t his uneasiness causing it though; something was shivering deep within his body.

“Wh-what’s, g-going on? Uhn!”

Max felt his fingers pop and crack at the joints and watched them reshape. His fingers became long and slender, delicate and refined—like the hands of royalty. The fingernails on his hands lengthened and soon looked well-manicured. What invisible force could possibly be the cause of this he was unsure. He clenched his hands and keeled over in discomfort as his whole body was rocked with the same trembling sensation.

The gold dust Luma was tossing around him seemed to stick like a veil over his body, hovering in place around the contours of his form. Slowly but surely his body began to contort and change. It was more odd and discomforting than painful at least, Max thought, trying to cling to any sort of hope in his current predicament. He was terrified though. Body shifting about against his will, his arms grasped at his waist as he felt it tightening. All his limbs were thinning out and his bones creaking and groaning as they reformed. Suddenly the tensing in his core gave way and all came crashing inward—a tight, unnaturally slim waistline remained.

Max screamed out, back arched and chest heaving forward. His ass began to inflate like a rising loaf of bread constantly expanding. He grabbed hold of the railing once more and leaned forward as his ass billowed outward, rounding out into large, firm spheres. The distress was quickly turning to pleasure as a flood of strange emotion began to wash over the fearful man.

“S-stop this! Uhn. No… oh fuck... Ahn, My body!”

He had the undeniable curves of a woman now. Max was able to look upon his changed body for only a moment before his face was barraged with an intense throbbing assault. His nose snapped at the bridge and shrunk down towards an adorable size. His brow crackled and slimmed down; eyebrows thinning out as well. His jaw became more pointed and his lips more pronounced, full and curled. He began grasping for air as his throat condensed inward, becoming slender. A female voice broke free from Max’s quivering mouth as his eyes bulged and shot open, revealing very large turquoise pupils dominating the eye space. They were much larger than a normal human’s pupils, and they sparkled intensely like diamonds.

Hearing its mother’s voice, Luma cried out with the most joy it had yet shown, “Mother! It is you! I knew it, I knew it!”

“Luma… Stop this! H-help me! Oh god my head! Ahn, Help me!”

Confused, Luma replied, “But mother Rosalina, I am helping you.”

There was nothing Max could do to stop the ringing in his head. Visions pelted his psyche—images of the beautiful queen of the stars Rosalina. Memories of her time among the stars and her family of Luma-like creatures poured in. Max was beginning to lose grip on whose memories were real. It all meshed into one huge blur that he began to wonder if maybe he had been both Rosalina and Max, one in the same. Was Luma right?

“No. No! I’m not your mother! I’m, uhn…. I’m. Ahh!”

“That’s it mother, remember who you are!”

Suddenly Max’s clothing began to fade from existence into a golden glow around his body. This illumination moved like a silky slime across his body, changing its shape into a more fitting garment. A long, bare-shouldered turquoise dress, with white decorative frills and an open slit on one side, took shape on his feminine body.

The new clothes signified a change in Max’s thinking. He was beginning to accept what he was becoming. The magic of his change was now purely controlled by his own whims.

Max… I’m max, he desperately clung to in thought. The stars…. Oh! So brilliant. They’re dying. I must… no I’m, uhn. I must! Reflections of the brilliant stars paraded in his mind. Max did love the stars so much and he was right that he and Rosalina would likely get along. Perhaps this made the fusion of thoughts easier, the fact that they shared such a similar love. Then something snapped on like a lightbulb in his mind and what was once Max was gone. Rosalina, yes… I’m the only one who can save them. I must help my children!

A blush came across Rosalina’s face as she moaned out, “Ahn, Luma. Don’t look at me! Uhn, so shameful.” Rosalina was clearly embarrassed by the admittedly erotic state she was in and didn’t want her child to see her like this.

Luma panicked and used its chubby star shaped arms to cover its eyes.

Rosalina’s body hit a sudden growth spurt in more than one way. Not only was her body shooting upwards in size—limbs loudly popping at the joints as it did—but her chest began to finally reclaim its motherly glory. Soft, ample breasts began to push against the clingy top part of her dress. Vivid indentions of her growing melons appeared against the garb, pulling up on it and causing creases to form around the waist as it clung tighter to her form. They felt heavy but at home on her body. The dress seemed to grow with her, carefully keeping its shape to match Rosalina’s otherworldly beauty. The taller she grew, the more meat packed onto her womanly features. Her ass grew thicker, filling up as much space as it could beneath the gown of her dress, and her breasts swelled larger—both tits pressing firm but comfortably together to create a mighty sight of cleavage well-suited for a queen.

“I feel it, the power of the galaxies returning to me. Ohhh…”

Once she eclipsed 7 feet, her growth seemed to stop. Rosalina panted as she awaited the final change to come.

“Whatever you do Luma, don’t look at meyaah!”

She felt a tug on her dick, which still existed beneath the embrace of her new panties. Rosalina gripped tightly to the railing and hunched over, lost in rapture, trying her best not to scream out in pleasure—each tug of her dick firing out tiny spurts of cum. A slit opened up between her legs and her dick began retracting into it like an erect worm burrowing its way inside. Her balls shot up inside her and she gave out a loud moan that she was unable to contain. Luma continued to obey its mother, and kept its eyes shut from the unsightly situation.

“Hah, oh, oh… Yes, yes! Ahn, oh my. Oh my ahhh!”

Her hips shot out even wider, as did her stance, as a new womb formed within her. Finally, Rosalina’s motherhood had returned. Her shriveled up cock tucked itself inside her folds, disappearing for good. Her pussy quivered as it reached its final state, causing Rosalina’s entire body to shake in excitement.

Wet juices spilled out from between her legs, trailing down her smooth thighs, as she cried out, “Ohhh! Mmm… Oh my stars!” As she came, images of the brilliant stars she once again held dominion over flashed brilliantly in her mind, further getting her off. It was a sort of power-trip for her. “Hyahh! Oh… yeah! Ohhh… my stars… mmmm…”

Rosalina took a while to compose herself, breathing heavily as her grip on the railing loosened. She stood up, eyes closed, and with a hand on her chest to ease her breathing. Her huge tits rose magnificently with each breath.

Luma slowly opened its eyes and was in awe at the sight of its mother in full form again. The elegant dress fit her so perfectly; the large open sleeves lavishly falling down her arms as she raised them to stroke her golden, flowing hair. Rosalina opened her eyes and stared at Luma with their brilliance.

A tender smile crossed her face and she said, “Luma my dear child. Thank you for finding me.”

“You… you are mother right? I didn’t make a mistake did I!?”

Luma swirled about nervously in the air, before Rosalina assured, “Heh, yes dear. It’s me. Granted I do clearly remember this… other me. But it’s of no consequence. The stars have always been my purpose and nothing has changed in that. You may put your mind at ease.”

A somber look crossed Rosalina’s face.

“Too many of my children are dying. We must hurry back.”

“Right away mother! Say… mother?”

Rosalina was about to take off into the sky before halting at the Luma asking for her attention.

“Why did you disguise yourself and come to this planet? Were you…”

“Enough Luma. Like I said, the stars are my purpose, which will never change. As for why, well… I’m not sure.” She took a moment to ponder, was that boy truly a disguise, or am I a mere copy of myself. I can’t remember anything of when I suddenly disappeared.

“Hm… It doesn’t matter.” Rosalina calmingly spoke as she caressed Luma’s body. “I trusted you with that magic of mine and you used it well. I am back now, and I promise… this time I won’t be leaving.”

Both she and Luma took off into the sky as a star-tipped wand materialized in Rosalina’s hand, as well as a small, silver, gem-incrusted crown appeared on her head—a clear sign of her standing as queen of the stars.

“I will not leave,” she softly spoke again. “I love the stars far too much.”