The fertility goddess

When Mark's vision finally returned and the overwhelming dizzying sensations of his transformation subsided he found himself on all fours, panting to catch his breath. He quickly realised his body felt different, very different - his chest was heavy and his muscles weak. Just holding himself in this position was becoming painful and he quickly, yet awkwardly rose to his feet then took a moment to try to gather himself.

Herself... it slowly dawned upon Mark, his large breasts and wide hips enough for it to be obvious that he now bore a female form.

She was naked, she realised, her smooth skin tingling against the cool subterranean air. She had to bend forward to look down over her breasts to confirm her complete lack of manhood, too scared to explore by touch and even once confirmed, filled more with fear than any sense of arousal.

This was odd for Mark, he was a red blooded straight man after all. A dream, especially one so vivid, in which he could fully manipulate such a perfect specimen of the female form would normally have him staining his sheets.

Yet now, in this moment she only felt fear and anxiety. In fact, Mark had never felt so vulnerable and when a loud shuffling sound startled her out of her reverie she quickly scurried into a shadowy corner where less of the glowing fungus grew. She crept behind a pile of rocks and tried to stay out of sight as a shadowy form began to emerge, moving slowly as if looking for something. Her breath caught in her throat - looking for her, she realised.