Vanity's Treasure

--artwork by fou zi-- She was a grimy spot on the winding, golden sands. Becky found nothing but beauty on her trip to these ancient, lavish shores, and it only lead to infuriate her. She proved nothing to herself or to others by coming here. It only reinforced her poor opinion of herself.

She was ugly, and she was not meant to walk this beach dressed like someone worthy of showing off skin.

It mattered not what people told her, Becky’s poor opinion of herself was a vice that refused to let go. When she was young, she was the prettiest girl in her school. She adored that feeling of superiority and craved the attention. Having lived with it for so long, she naturally developed a grand and misguided view of herself. Her looks were a gift and so she never felt the need to maintain her image. Her laziness over time took its toll, and while most insisted that she was far from hideous and that she was overreacting, her pride was at rock bottom whenever gazing at herself in the mirror.

This trip to a beachside resort was a last ditch effort by Becky to recapture that spark. She gripped her flabby belly that pushed out as a noticeable gut and frowned. She just couldn’t find that confidence within her anymore, not looking like this. There was unfortunately nothing much to hide with her revealing two piece, striped, side-tie bikini. Dragging one foot after the other, she began the long, arduous walk of shame back to her hotel.

Scanning over her body, clutching parts of it in shame, Becky couldn’t help but feel as if a mass of eyes were focused on her despite there being very few people around. She knew better though. She knew that they were mocking her chubby, chicken leg thighs and chuckling at her saggy, undesirable breasts. She had even forgotten to style her long blonde hair—which she considered her beast feature—leaving it a bed-hair ridden mess.

While on the verge of tears, a young child and his grandpa on the beach caught her attention. Her tears retreated, the word “beautiful” perking her up. Alas, they were not speaking of her, but of a sparkling red gem that the kid had spotted half revealed from the sand.

“Don’t touch that my boy.” The older man insisted, with a stern tone and a yank to the boy’s arm. “That is likely a part of that cursed treasure. Let the sea take it.”

Before the old man could lead the small boy away, Becky approached him and began pelting him with questions of curiosity.

“Well young lady, it is no secret that centuries ago many rich nobles ruled this island.” The old man told her. “They had amassed a vast treasure. Waves and mountains of gems and gold they say. Sometimes pieces of that treasure rise up from the sands.”

Becky wondered why this was a bad thing. Why not claim some of the treasure for himself?

“Silly girl,” The old Man cautioned. “There is a reason this treasure is named Vanity’s treasure. It is cursed. Those who hoarded it became greedy people focused only on their own self-worth. Their vanity cursed that treasure, breeding a dark power within it. It twisted their bodies and minds into beings of pure arrogance. They were no longer themselves, but slaves to their own hubris.”

Becky broke out in laughter over the man’s theatrics.

“Talk about a show old man, aha ha ha! You believe such a silly child’s tale?”

The old man simply shook his head in disappointment and began to walk home with the young child.

Becky laughed for a good minute before noticing the man was gone. She was now alone on this stretch of the beach. Looking down, she saw the beautiful red gem the old man and kid had passed on.

“Well I’m not so stupid as to pass on something as gorgeous as this, hee hee.” Becky boasted as she picked up the gem from the sand and dusted it off.

“Cursed treasure huh?” She questioned while examining the gem, its reflection glimmering in her eyes. “I bet those people had it made back then. Beautiful I’m sure! Oh what I wouldn’t give to be like them. Why can’t things be like they were before…”

Becky gripped the red gem tightly.

“Why can’t I be beautiful again!?” she cried out in frustration.

Suddenly, an intense heat filled her hands. The heat strengthened rapidly until it was scorching. She let go of the red gem and witnessed it melting into the sand.

Becky shook her hands in pain from the heat, but it quickly faded and turned into pleasant warmth. This warmth began to spread through her entire body. She felt weak in the knees. It wasn’t like her strength was being sapped, but more like her whole body was being numbed into a heightened state of relaxation.

“This feels… kind of nice.” Becky grumbled, her legs buckling, sending her to the ground in a daze, landing on her butt.

Her arms felt limp, but she managed to use them to keep herself relatively stable within her sitting position. It became hard for her to breathe, her heart racing while a pleasurable current began to build in her loins and flow outward through her body. Becky fidgeted her legs, rubbing her thighs together as the pleasure captured her.

“What is... hah, g-going on?” Becky worried. With her legs quivering, beads of sweat began to fall over her, wetting her skin as if she had been playing in the ocean.

Moments later, a thunderous force shook her body from the inside. It sent her flying onto her back, her upper body resting in the path of the waves coming ashore. Becky was completely stunned by the pleasure violently coursing through her. The sensations were so intense she could hardly feel the bones in her hands breaking apart and reforming into more slender shapes. The ecstasy numbed Becky’s body, readying it for a fierce metamorphosis.

Vanity’s treasure had answered her heart’s call.

“UWAAAHHH!!!”

Becky arched her back as waves of mind-numbing ecstasy overcame her. Her fingers dug into the soft ground and her toes kicked up sand like a shovel digging through the earth. A collection of holes appeared around her squirming legs, the earth providing no stronghold for her to brace herself from the onslaught.

The changes moved quickly, her hands and arms cracking and popping, each of her fingers contorting in freakish ways. Her legs quickly followed, the bones snapping and fragmenting while they contemplated what they would become. Becky knew—even within the holds of her crazed rapture—that only the thinnest, most delicate of arms would do, and that she couldn’t bear to be seen with anything but lean, refined legs.

The beat of her thundering heart pumped a torrent of blood throughout her body, carrying her desires with it to help spur the changes forward. The muscles within her body throbbed with a maddening pace. Much of the bulbous fat that Becky so despised was eaten alive, expanding and contracting as it did—replaced with lean muscle and a healthier balance of fat. It was as if air was being pumped into her body—inflating her ever so briefly—then releasing and deflating her before starting the process over again. Each time this happened she became thinner, the pudgy contours of her body eroding.

Becky stared in a panic down at her stomach, seeing her rounded gut moving like rolling waves. All of her body was jiggling excitedly like a gelatin.

Barely able to keep her head elevated, she arched backwards, her head denting the wet sand. The waves sliding beneath her on the beach would briefly cool her hot and bothered body, though the relief was short lived whenever the waves receded.

Tears poured down Becky’s face as she moaned in conflicted agony. Words had escaped her, trapped by the crushing grip of pleasure within her mind that was gradually drowning out all of her objections. Everything had happened so suddenly that she barely had time to process what was happening to her. All she could think about was pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure! But something else was rising to the surface as well. She felt her pride returning, her arrogance soaring to the heights of a bird, and sweet, sweet vanity returning to her. It was starting to become clearer now, that she was regaining what was rightfully hers.

She was regaining her beauty.

Becky’s eyes had nearly rolled into the back of her head and her tongue was soaked with saliva, panting and shifting wildly outside her mouth. Her transformation hurried along, as if her body knew what it wanted and just wished to be over with it already. The pain of what came next—the dramatic destruction of her body into something purely of her own selfish desires—meant little to Becky. Her mind was solely focused on what she was becoming, dissoluteness dominating her.

Violent cracks echoed against the sounds of crashing waves as her spine broke nearly in half, jolting out to the right before reforming and snapping in the same manner towards the left. Once finished, her spine then pushed itself forward, breaking once more and forcing Becky’s ribcage dramatically upwards. Her screams of joyful anguish ended with a loud grunt as her spine re-fused and realigned itself properly within her body, bringing her back down to the earth with a thud.

Her arms and legs suddenly halted their throbbing and settled into place. Most of the fat in her limbs had completely disappeared, a loud slurping sound indicating their departure. Becky’s new, refined looking skin had a glistening smoothness to it. Her arms and legs were graceful wonders possessing a captivating illusion that made them appear longer than they were. Her slender thighs smacked together in rejoice and felt the fabric of Becky’s swimsuit dampen with waters released from her body. She stuck a hand down her swimwear to encourage her soaked cavern to unleash more.

Becky moaned in sweet release, her eyes and cheeks wet with the tears of one who had experienced nirvana. She felt the fat in her belly collapse and start slithering up and down her body. Much of it disappeared completely, but remnants made their way to other parts of her—filling out her now vastly slimmer body. Her back fat scrunched itself in around her midsection as it caved in, giving her abdomen and hips some healthy pudge. Her navel formed an enticing ridge along her tummy, a crown jewel for her new, extreme hourglass shape—it was hard to picture her organs fitting within. The fat from her thighs relocated into her ass that had been flattened by the drainage. Some of its volume returning, it settled on a smaller, firmer size than before. Most of the fat however, rolled like a mountain of dough up into her chest, which had been depleted greatly by the loss of fat. Her misshapen breasts were soon filled with copious amounts of flab, but this time they were to be made into a far more alluring form.

The thrashing woman retracted her hand from her folds and brought it up to her mouth. Becky jammed a few fingers inside, tasting her fluids, but then pulled out and left only a single finger that she could furiously lick, bite and suck upon. Her other hand seized one of her growing boobs, and she was immediately awash with pride over what she felt. Her nipples had plumped in their size and looked like small hills. Her tits were swirling about and vibrating with occasional ferocity as they grew. They began to sag heavily like before but now possessed a much fuller, voluptuous form that didn’t flatten. Both fleshy orbs grew like hefty water balloons, thwacking off her body and bursting her swimsuit’s top. They had grown so much that her torso was starting to look a little undersized by comparison to the monstrosities on her chest.

Becky quickly came once again, both hands now grasping her melons like stress balls. They finally stopped growing before they completely devoured her chest. Becky was more than satisfied with the results, squishing her massive bosom with glee. It was everything she could’ve hoped for. At last, she was returning to her former glory. No, she was becoming better than before!

As her vanity grew like a parasite in her mind, her face began to change. Her mouth opened wide and her chubby cheeks were sucked out of existence. Her chin became more pointed like a dagger and her nose shrunk down until it was but a dainty bridge upon her face. Her complexion became creamier and her eyes turned jade green. She looked more prettied up, her lashes styled and her eyebrows thin and arching. The woman’s already long hair grew even longer and its blonde color was made even more vibrant. Her hair was magically tied into a pair of twin-tails that waded elegantly in the water caressing the back of her head.

One final eruption of bliss spilled out from Becky’s folds, as she felt her neck thin out and heard a new, polished, lighter toned voice scream out from the pits of her soul. She fell gently onto the sand, basking in the aftermath of her liberation. Her eyes fluttered and she sat up to take a good look at herself. She wiggled her delicate toes and took a hand on a journey over her new legs and up to her hips. It wasn’t long before both hands were groping her enormous boobs once more, her nipples nearly as large as her palms.

Becky turned around to stare at her reflection in the water. She saw the most beautiful thing alive staring back. A beauty neither chiseled from marble nor born from the heavens but from something far greater. She was something the universe had never before and would never again match.

“I am… perfect!”

She rose to her feet, a bit weak in the legs, with a smile of absolute, self-centered satisfaction. Becky was beyond a goddess in her own eyes. She had no equal. She lived to be adored and pampered. She was a living, breathing treasure to be coveted by all of humanity.

Becky had fallen prey to her own vanity. It had consumed her completely and birthed a beautiful abomination.

The haughty woman brought a hand below her mouth and held it vertically in a refined gesture. Then, as if laughing at the world itself, her hubris spilled forth.

“OHHHHHH-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!”