Veronica's Fantasy - Nat's Destiny

When the duo of archaeologists entered the central structure of the acropolis, it swiftly became apparent it was once a palace. Great crumbling pillars lined the audience hall, leading up to an ancient, broken throne set at its end. While Veronica investigated (or perhaps simply couldn't pry her horny gaze from,) the faded frescos that adorned the walls of the long hallway, Nat approached the ruined throne. As he did, he felt the same calling that he had felt before, the one that had drawn him to this part of the Amazonian city in the first place, and now, he had found its source. The throne before before him had been calling to him. But how? Why? It felt almost like magic, but it couldn't be. Magic wasn't real... was it? The tunnel, the Amazons, the city... it all felt something out of a myth or a novel. Was magic being real even farfetched after all that had happened that day? It would fit right in... He had to believe it, magic was real. With a sigh that became a resigned laugh, Nat turned around and sat on the throne. After all, why else would a magical calling have lead him to an ancient throne in a fantastical city once inhabited by a mythical people?

Moments after he sat down on the throne, Nat felt a spasm pierce the entirety of his body back-to-front, as if the throne had sent a wave of energy through him. The **** of it jolted him from his seat and nearly sent him sprawling face first onto the floor. As he regained his balance and composure, he felt a strange tingling sensation across his body, like the hair along his limbs was standing on end. He looked to his arm to confirm whether that was the source of the feeling, and the hair along it was not only stark upright, but was quickly vanishing! Baffled by the sight, Nat removed his vest and unbuttoned his shirt to see if the rest of his body hair was joining in on the disappearing act, and indeed, it was. Soon enough, all of his hair below the neck was gone, as was the trace amount of stubble on his face. But the hair on his head wouldn't be neglected by the magic coursing through him, for as Nat felt tingling migrate to his scalp, his thinning, graying brown mop was replaced by a thick, lustrous, night-black mane that cascaded down his shoulders and back.

With that, the sensation changed, now more of a faint pressure than a tingle. It felt most concentrated in his hands and face, and he watched in ever-growing confusion as his hands became slender and feminine before his eyes. Touching his face, it felt distinctly feminine as well, and while he couldn't see his new visage himself, what he felt painted the picture of a stunning young woman with chiseled cheekbones, full lips and a strong yet feminine jawline... Wait, young? The skin on his face felt smooth and taught, a far cry from how he had known it to be before. Looking at his hands, he noticed that they too appeared young, and upon further inspection, it wasn't just his hands and face, all of his skin had taken on a youthful, feminine look and light olive tone. Taking in the perplexing changings the throne's magic had wrought, Nat realized that he not only looked younger, he felt younger, barely half of his 43 years. But he was swiftly snapped from his awe at his restored youth by a rapidly intensifying pressure in chest, ass and hips. Looking down, he saw a pair of squishy mounds swelling behind his nipples, and felt as his body fat was redistributed to his ass, hips and thighs. As his new breasts stopped growing at modest C-cups, Nat felt a short but intense burst of pleasure behind his scrotum, one that made him release a moan that sounded far more feminine than his voice had before.

That very moan shook Veronica from her lewd contemplation of the murals on the wall before her, and while she knew from the timbre that it couldn't be Nat, it still abruptly reminded her that she'd lost track of her companion. She turned and began running toward the source of the sultry sound, but quickly stopped in her tracks as she took in the sight of the woman standing in front of the time-worn throne. She was gorgeous. She had the face of a Goddess, and the spectacle of her tits, average though they were, exposed by her partially buttoned shirt made her all the more attractive to Veronica. But wait... that shirt, her clothes... They were Nat's! "Nat...? What happened to you? You look like a woman!" Veronica said after a moment of anxious silence. "I... I don't exactly know..." Nat said. "I sat down on the throne after... apparently being called to it, and it... the magic turned me into a woman." "Magic?" Veronica asked. "Yes, Veronica... Magic is real. It has to be, or else none of this could be real." Nat told his- no, her companion. "And... I think I feel another wave of it coming..." she said as she began twitching slightly.

Nat felt like her body was stretching, and her rising perspective confirmed that this was more than a simple sensation. After perhaps a quarter of a minute, the stretching ceased, and Nat stood a towering 7' tall. She'd grown proportionally as well, judging by how uncomfortably tight her clothes were. "Veronica, I hope you don't mind, I really need to take these off." "No, no- Go right ahead." Veronica replied, a bit too enthusiastically. Something lit up inside Veronica when Nat pulled down her pants and revealed that she still had a cock, and as she finished disrobing, something lit up inside Nat as well. It was a heat, a fire. It felt strangely pleasant to her as she felt it spread through her muscles. It built as it spread, and soon Nat found herself breathing heavily and felt her heart racing. Combined with the burning in her muscles, it made her feel like she was doing the most intense full-body workout in existence. It felt good... And it was showing results. The two archaeologists watched in awe (and in Veronica's case, growing lust) as the muscles all over Nat's body began to swell and tone. Her arms bulged beyond any female bodybuilder's wildest dreams, and her shoulders and back became stronger and broader than any man could hope to match. Her legs grew to a thickness that would give Chun-Li and run for her money. Placing a hand on her stomach, Nat felt as it tightened into a set of rock-hard eight-pack abs. Her glutes received a particularly sizable growth spurt, giving her an ass that would make even the most squat-obsessed gym bunny jealous. The burning then migrated to her tits and cock. Supported by her strong pectorals, her breasts ballooned into heavenly H-cups, complete with thumb tip sized nipples. Her cock flooded with pleasure as both it and her balls began to grow. Longer, girthier… Bigger, fuller... It felt so good! Nat nearly came as her cock stopped growing. It was over a foot long, almost as thick as Veronica's wrist, and complimented by a heavy, grapefruit-sized ballsack.

Nat stood now stood as more than any woman had been in centuries. Stronger than any man could ever be. She stood an Amazon. She stood the Queen of the Amazons.