Millie changes for Brad

The scalding fluid rushed down Millie's gullet, settling in her belly like a drop of lava. The pain was instant and magnificent, blanking her vision so that she was **** to stumble blindly. This only worked in the idols favor as more jets of the boiling liquid fire splattered her skin and clothes. Where it landed, it instantly seeped into the flesh. Millie sobbed as the agony mounted.

The pain, unfortunately, was only the beginning. Each jet of fluid seemed to strengthen and unwanted connection between Millie and something. That something had just been awakened after a millenia long slumber. It was angry and eager and Millie was its target.

Strange images flitted through Millie's brain. Moonlit rituals and vast bonfires. Dozens of young men, their bodies gawky and twiggy, offered themselves before the idol. Before it. They would emerge filled with size and strength, having become more than just men. Conquerors and gods, they marched across the jungle, decimating whole villages and then breeding new generations in the ashes.

_It _wiggled through Millie's brain, seeming to gobble up her thoughts and feelings like so much carrion meat. It filled with rage as it realized what she was. A female. A fertile young woman only suited for bearing children in her womb. _It _had never molded a girl before and it found the idea repulsive. _It _had come from primordial jungles where human stock was a severely limited resource; where fertile women were always in demand. Why waste a perfectly good female in the ritual?!

_It _dug deeper, sifting through Millie's memories. It saw Times Square, with millions of people darting about like ants. There were crowded school hallways and restaurants packed with people. This was a new era, one as alien to _it _as it was to poor Millie. In this time of plenty, a female was just as good of an offering as a male. Besides, _it _had little choice in the matter. This delicate young female was its only chance for survival after centuries of darkness.

Then it spoke, and its voice was horrible. Millie felt the entity spreading its nasty fingers through the folds of her brain.

Give yourself to me!

"No!" Millie choked out.

This had been a terrible mistake. She had played with forces beyond her understanding and now she was paying the ultimate price. Her mind filled with more images, these ones lewd and unspeakable. Naked female bodies slathered in sweat and filth, their curves and swells bouncing enticingly. None of it made sense to the very heterosexual Millie.

"I won't give in!"

It continued to dig into her brain. Her refusal enraged it, filling it with wrath and greater desire. Every new **** of sexual hallucinations failed as poorly as the previous.

Then _it _discovered Brad. A moment later, her mind was flooded with images of the boy. Horrible, disgusting, delicious images of the boy sprawled out naked in front of her. Immediately, she was filled with a new heat.

I can give you him...

"No! It's not right. I...I don't want this!"

You want him...

"I...yes...no! Stop it! Get out of my head!"

He can be yours, if you become mine!

"No! I shouldn't...it's so wrong...Besides, he doesn't like me...he wants something else!"

I can make you what he desires...

An image of Brad looking as beautiful as ever filled Millie's mind. He stood before her, clasping her palms in his own. His eyes were filled with love. He bent over and kissed her. It felt so real, just like she always imagined it. It was a perfect moment...almost perfect. If only it were real.

"Take me. Make me what he desires. If you do that, I'll be yours forever!"

Good, my son!

"Your...son??"

The entity immediately got to work, its fingers tearing apart and then restitching the gray matter of Millie's brain. New pathways emerged inside the girl's brain while others shrank or deadened completely. Her daydreams of Brad changed. They weren't kissing any longer. Now Brad was pinned to the ground while Millie explored his exposed body. She felt so hot and itchy touching him. There was something missing and she desperately needed to find it. Her fingers trailed down until they found exactly what she needed. What she felt more than anything as her fingers curled around the shaft, was envy.

The heat intensified, filling Millie's groin. Something hard and hot was pushing out, pressing against the soft fabric of the girl's panties. She stifled a scream and yanked her sweatpants down to reveal a growing bulge.

Immediately, Millie broke out of her trance as the horrible reality of her situation hit her. She had given herself over to this dark god and now he was remaking her in his image. There was nothing she could do -- this was her choice. Now she had to live with the consequences.

The sound of stretching flesh filled the air as Millie's little clitoris surged into a healthy she-shaft. Her panties strained at the seams.

Soon, cracking bones joined the tearing flesh. Millie's right leg surged upwards two inches, knocking her off kilter. The left leg, seeming to feel left out, rocketed up three inches. Millie stumbled forward, unable to catch her balance. She landed sooner than expected on arms that were already growing much longer.

An image of Brad chatting with Alicia flitted into Millie's mind. The thought of that big-titted bimbo taking up his attention filled her with rage, and that rage in-turn fueled her metamorphosis.

The she-shaft surged to the breaking point. _Shrip! _The fabric tore apart, the back half falling away as the front half rocketed upwards on a paling rod of flesh. Veins wiggled up the length of the growing meat stick like burrowing worms, carrying blood for future erections.

That stupid cunt Alicia, with her big, bouncy, jiggly breasts. Her plump, swaying ass. How dare she giggle with and tease Brad. She needed to be punished.

Stretch! Crack! Pop!

Millie's palms widened, then her delicate little fingers grew longer one-by-one. Her arms were now freakishly long, and her legs were catching up. Another series of cracks and pops stacked several inches of new height on the former pipsqueak.

The she-shaft now swung satisfyingly between Millie's legs. It was so heavy, throbbing with newborn lust. She could feel it changing as it grew, the inside hollowing, making way for new plumbing. The bulging lust-rod now eclipsed her pussy, which felt painfully tight. Her nether lips sealed together as the opening steadily closed.

What would it feel like to shove this thing inside Brad? The thought was so dirty and gross, yet so thrilling! What if he sucked it! Millie wondered if he would like that. Was her shaft enough for Brad?

"No...ugh...I need mo-oh-oh-ore!"

Five inches. Six inches. Seven, eight, nine, ten...

The newborn glans turned the color of a storm cloud while the pale shaft thickened into a fleshy fire hose. It was now truly monstrous, and still getting bigger.

What would this thing do to Alicia? Millie imagined the bosomy little blonde impaled on her new shaft. She imagined pumping in and out, filling to stupid cunt with her essence. The campus's queen bee needed to be humbled, and what better way to do that than to fill her with boiling spunk?

Millie suddenly felt empty, as if she were missing something profound.

"More! Give me more! Make me like you! Make me like him!"

Millie's new god answered her pleas with a massive surge of transformation, this one bigger than all the others combined. Her frame stretched and stretched. Her muscles twitched and tore and shredded before reforming in a configuration far denser than that of a normal human being.

"Gah! Something's coming!"

Two large masses pressed against Millie's belly before her swelling abs rippled ****, obscuring the unholy surprise. With agonizing slowness, the masses slid down the girl's mutated birth canal, approaching a vagina that had been prepared to contain them. The changes to Millie's body accelerated as the masses approached their final resting place.

First Millie's triceps, then her biceps expanded like meaty water balloons. Her thighs thickened like tree trunks growing in fast forward. Her whole body was bigger and thicker and stronger.

"They're coming! Almost there...yes! More!"

_They _suddenly emerged like a bear from its cave, marking the end of Millie's life as a girl. The two massive testicles plummeted, stretching the skin of her sealed labia into a proper scrotum as they did so. Millie realized the gravity of what just happened in an instant. It came as a revelation. There would be no more periods, nor would there be any risk of pregnancy scares, or yeast infections, or any of the other small miseries of being a woman. That hollow, **** place in her center had been replaced with two bulging round superchargers. A blush of intense strength washed over her.

Her arms bulged until they put male bodybuilders to shame. Her pectorals rose like loaves of bread before being eclipsed by her tits, which super sized in an instant. Millie's new god was having fun with her.

The muscle growth rippled upwards like a tsunami. Millie's neck surged outwards and her vocal cords thickened, dropping her bubbly girl voice into dark new depths. Meanwhile, the bones of her face strained and swelled against her pale skin.

"Oh...my...God!"

Millie suddenly reached her climax, and what a climax it was. She bellowed in her new deep voice as the first jet of glowing sperm rocketed up the length of her new manhood. Her hips bucked in utter male pleasure. This was so wrong. So right. This was what Brad felt. She was like him now, and the thought was unbelievably delicious.

Flesh sizzled as a strange, arcane symbol formed above the newly transformed shemale's massive cock. It marked Millie Maywood as one of the Adzuki. A son of Oonok.