Luna

A bright pulse of pinkish-purple light marked the final transformation of the young woman that had once been Luna Monroe. Sparks of energy radiated outward, smashing branches and kicking up dust and rocks. Within a small crater at the heart of the blast zone lay a figure curled into a fetal position.

Several minutes passed and the figure did not move. Finally, after the arrival of a particularly harsh breeze, the figure stirred slightly, batting a slightly glowing, intricately patterned hand at the wind.

Luna Monroe was naked as the day she was born. Her skin was even paler now than it had been before, but it was a healthy pallor like polished marble. Against this snowy white weaved strange markings and swirls that glowed with violet light.

The girl rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. For a girl that had spent her life as nothing more than skin and bones, what Luna saw shocked her.

Two perky, massive orbs dominated Luna’s view. At the tip of each was a fat nipple each the color of storm clouds. Luna instinctively seized her newly developed breasts one in each hand and gasped as pleasure rocketed through her body like a bolt of lightning. They were very sensitive.

“Holy crap!” Luna cried out.

She sat up, feeling her large breasts jiggle. This new feeling was going to take a lot of getting used to.

As Luna inspected the rest of her body, a growing sense of shock and unreality settled over her. Her skin was unnaturally pale and clear. Her body was so curvy that she easily could have been a model or a porn star.

The boobs were the most shocking part. A girl that was used to wearing training bras even at eighteen, Luna couldn’t handle having so much of herself to touch and play with. She kept bringing her hands up to her massive chest and feeling the flesh for a second only to be overwhelmed by the unnatural pleasure it gave her.

“What is this? This is amazing!” Luna said.

An image appeared in Luna’s mind of her openings filled with tentacles of energetic magic. Then she remembered the book, the worm, everything.

Luna looked down, suddenly panicked and found the book on the ground, or at least what remained of it. It was now nothing more than a charred heap of ash and burnt leather.

“No! Oh shit, you can’t be ruined,” Luna said.

All of a sudden, she felt a second presence make itself known in her mind. It didn’t communicate with words, but rather pure thought. Luna recognized it immediately.

“Wait a minute, you’re inside me?”

The book’s presence confirmed this.

“Okay,” Luna said. “I have so many questions. Primarily, how did these happen?”

Luna grabbed her breasts and hefted them up, feeling their increased weight.

The book indicated that her physical changes were from the sheer amount of magical energy her body absorbed.

“Got it, so lots of magic equals late stage puberty. That makes sense, I guess.”

Luna stood up on legs that had thickened with muscle. She felt so powerful and light, as if she could jump up and soar through the sky.

She stepped over to the lazy creek and stared at her reflection in the water, gasping at what she saw.

Luna Monroe was now almost inhumanly beautiful. Her lank brown hair had grown into a wild black mane of curls. In the pale twilight, Luna could see luminous forks of purple and pink in her locks as well.

Her pale, curvaceous body was covered in strange tattoos that let out a soft violet light. Her eyes also glowed with this light.

“Am I even human anymore?” Luna asked.

Not quite was the answer the book gave her.

“Is this permanent?”

Luna wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to hear.

Some of it was, some of it wasn’t. The book claimed it used her as a temporary vessel to survive, but that the bonding had tied them closer than it expected.

“Okay, well I guess I’ll have to get used to these puppies,” Luna said. “So what happens now?”