Rebirth

     Will grunted miserably to himself as he hiked through the woods. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy hiking; it was his favorite hobby, and he spent part of a day every weekend hiking through some woods near his home. He had a usual route he stuck to, but this weekend he decided to explore a bit. He was careful to bring a map, compass, cell phone, GPS unit, and practically any other piece of technological assistance he could think of with him save a laptop computer. He also had standard supplies -- rations, water, a change of clothes in case of emergency, and some essentials should he decide to camp somewhere for the night. He only had camped in the woods once, and that was why he strayed from his usual path. He loved it when he tried it, and off his usual route he could have sworn he saw a small clearing that would be perfect for camping in the direction of the mountain range the forest lay at the foothills.

     But now Will was lost. Hopelessly lost. He had found the clearing that first night, and did indeed thoroughly enjoy his night of camping there. After packing up and setting off to go back home the next morning, he found himself unable to find his usual path back home through the woods. Try as he might, he just got more and more lost as the day went on. His compass was acting strangely, and he couldn’t receive any sorts of signals for his electronic equipment. He tried to go by the positioning of the sun to guide him, but the dense tree cover above him foiled that for the most part. He thankfully still had some extra food and water, and managed to make that stretch out over the second day and night.

     But now he was completely out. It was late morning of the third day, a little before noon according to his watch. He didn’t know what he was going to do if he didn’t find his way out of the woods. Would he starve to death? Or dehydrate first? He was so preoccupied with predicting how he would perish that he almost failed to notice something in the distance through the trees. He wondered if he could have possibly been hallucinating, but it was indeed what he thought it was. There was a small wooden cabin in the distance, further in the directions of the mountains. It was his only chance of surviving, and Will wasted no time making his way to the cabin.

     As Will approached the cabin, he found it was quite tiny. It was built in a tiny clearing, the mountains beginning just beyond a small patch of forest beyond the cabin’s clearing. He walked up to the door, banging loudly on it. “Hello!” he shouted. “I’m lost, and I have no food or water! Is anybody home? Hello?!” He waited for a response, but heard nothing other than a slight ringing in his ears after all the shouting and pounding. He waited at least a minute, and tried pounding on the door one more time. Upon receiving no answer again, he tried the knob, and the door opened before him.

     Will was ecstatic. He didn’t care who or what might have lived in this cabin, all he knew is that he had a chance to survive. He ran through the living room without a second thought, entering the kitchen. It was a small kitchen, and there was something odd about it, Will thought to himself. Ignoring that for the moment, he began to raid the cupboards -- there was no refrigerator or freezer -- and found them stocked full of non-perishable and canned food. He checked the sink, finding as he turned it on cold, clear water flowed out of the nozzle. “I’m saved!” Will shouted to no one in particular as he cupped his hands under the faucet, drinking until he could scarcely drink any more.

     After eating some of the food, Will decided to explore the cabin. He figured he’d wait there for a while, and could pay whoever lived there for the food he ate and for inconveniencing them. He started by taking a closer look around the kitchen. It was very simply decorated. Everything in the room was made out of wood and metal. There were no outlets -- he guessed the cabin had no electricity, since there were obviously no power lines outside -- so the kitchen had pantries, cupboards, and an icebox as its main storage units. There was also a large metal wood-burning stove, but that was it. As he looked through the cabinets in the kitchen, he realized what was so strange about it. Other than the fully stocked food pantry, there was nothing else. The icebox was empty, there was no firewood for the stove, no plates, no glasses, no silverware... nothing.

     Will walked back out into the living room. It, too, was eerily devoid of objects. Aside from the two simple wooden chairs, the wooden coffee table, and the stone fireplace inset into the wall, there was nothing else in the room. There were no pictures, no papers, no books or magazines, nothing. It was as if nobody lived there. But Will knew someone had to live there; besides the presence of food in the kitchen, there was running water which meant someone must have been paying a water bill. The entire cabin so far was also immaculate, not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere (except for where Will had tracked some dirt in through the front door).

     There were only two other rooms left in the cabin Will had not looked in yet; both were separated from the living room by closed doors. Will first knocked on both, shouting “Hello? Is anybody home?” After receiving no response, he opened the first door. It was a bathroom, so Will guessed the remaining room would be a bedroom. The bathroom, like the rest of the house, was very simple and very small. All the fixtures in the bathroom -- the toilet, sink, and a bathtub with a shower head in it -- were made of metal. Other than a fresh bar of soap laying on the wooden windowsill in the shower, the rest of the bathroom was empty. Will decided to take the opportunity to clean himself up, taking a shower and shaving; he hated to be scruffy, which the last three days without a chance to freshen up had left him. He had to make do with the bar of soap in the windowsill, as there was no shampoo. Will’s light blond hair was very short, though, so it wasn’t too hard to clean.

     Upon finishing his shower, he remembered there were no towels, and his own towel was filthy after the use it had received over the past days. Instead, Will just remained naked to let himself dry, hoping the bedroom would at least have a sheet on the bed he could use to dry off if nothing else. He left the bathroom, and opened the bedroom door. As he did, however, his jaw dropped. Unlike the rest of the simply decorated wooden cabin, the bedroom was completely furnished and beautifully decorated. There was plush red carpeting on the floor and the walls were covered in wallpaper. Small candleholders adorned the walls, each with a small candle inside. There was a huge ornate looking bed made with beautiful, soft-looking sheets. The rest of the furniture was wooden, like that of the rest of the house, but the furniture in this room had been finished and had a smooth, glossy appearance to it. There were shelves, a wardrobe, a bureau, and the closet door was even covered by a full-length mirror.

     Will was stunned. He had never seen a bedroom that looked quite this nice. He went into the living room where he had laid down his things, taking his lighter out of his bag, and lit all the candles in the bedroom. Even though there was only a single window in the room, all the candles lit up the room better than an electric light could. Will’s eyes kept wandering to the bed. He was exhausted, but his curiosity overtook him, and he began to snoop through the bedroom. He was not surprised to find that all the drawers and shelves were empty, along with the closet. But as he opened the wardrobe’s doors, he was shocked to find it contained quite a few things inside.

     The first thing he noticed was also the largest and definitely the most eye-catching. It was a large, white, rubbery looking folded up object. He picked it up and unfolded it, blushing as he looked upon a large costume of a female dragon. It was entirely made out of rubber, and was white except for a silver stripe that started at the front of the neck and went down the front of the dragon’s body expanding over both its breasts, narrowing as it went down the stomach, and curving down around the vaginal opening down the underside of the tail. The costume also had large wings, also white except for their thin silver wing membranes. The costume had an attached head, whose female face was emphasized as such with painted-on makeup as part of the suit, and long false eyelashes right above the holes the wearer’s eyes would see through. It gave Will a seductive, yet cunning grin. To Will’s surprise, he found he had a grin of his own on his face, and quickly coughed, embarrassed for no particular reason. He laid the costume carefully out on the bed, and went back to looking through the wardrobe.

     Behind where the main bodysuit laid were some other folded up garments. The next one Will picked up and unfolded was a flesh-colored spandex bodysuit. It had an open-faced hood, but covered the rest of the body except for the hands and feet, as the suit ended at the wrist and ankle openings. It also had sewn-in padding in some places; mainly the front of the chest, Will realized. He laid it out as well next to the suit, and went back to the wardrobe. The next object was a flesh-colored bra, which was heavily padded. He laid that out on the bed next to the previous garments, and examined the final piece in the wardrobe -- a pair of flesh colored panties. These panties, however, were also padded heavily in the crotch, but also had a small tube leading down the front and some elastic and velcro straps inside. After a moment of thought, Will realized the panties were designed to hide male genetalia.

     Will was intrigued, to say the least. How could he pass up the chance to try something so weird, so kinky, and yet... so strangely erotic, he thought? Will had dried off from his shower by now, and since he was still naked, didn’t really require much preparation. “Will they fit?” Will thought to himself as he first picked up the panties. He stepped into them, pulling them up his legs to find they were indeed a perfect fit. He pulled them down slightly, and after a bit of experimentation found that he had to insert his limp member into the tube in the panties, which pulled it down and back. By pushing slightly and holding it (and the padding helping to keep it there) in place with the velcro straps inside, his male anatomy was neatly tucked away. There was only the slightest bulge left; without close examination, anyone looking at him at that moment would never have known he even had a cock or balls.

     The next piece to go on was the bra. It was much easier to put on; Will simply fastened it in the back around his chest, and the padding rested comfortably against his own chest, making it look like there was not padding but rather breasts of his own held inside. He shifted his weight up and down quickly, as sort of a small hop that didn’t leave the ground. His “breasts” jiggled. They were not very big, but they were certainly not small, either. Will wasn’t exactly skilled at women’s bust size estimating, but he figured they were about a C cup.

     The next piece Will picked up was the spandex bodysuit. It had a zipper -- also flesh-toned, to blend in with the suit -- in the back of the suit, from the middle of the back of his head to about waist level. Will fully unzipped it, and placed one his right foot into the opening of the right leg hole of the suit. He slowly and carefully pulled it up; while it was a bit tight, the spandex stretched slightly to accommodate his entire leg. He pulled it all the way up until his foot came out the hole at the bottom, then inserted his left foot and slowly pulled the suit up over his other foot. He pulled the suit up to his waist, adjusting it and smoothing out all the wrinkles. So far it looked as if, like the rest of the clothing, it was a perfect fit. His legs, he noticed, looked a bit trimmer than they normally were due to the tightness of the spandex. Will had a very slim build as it was; he was healthy and athletic, and while his muscles were well-toned they were not bulky.

     Will continued to pull the suit up, the suit now up to his shoulders. He inserted his own arms in the suit’s arms, pulling them all the way through. While it was tight, like the legs of the suit, it was still comfortable. He could fully bend his knees and elbows with no hindrance. He noticed that the chest area of the suit would have been too loose for him normally; in fact, it fit perfectly over the padded bra he was wearing underneath, as if it was made either for that purpose or for a female. “Not surprising,” he thought to himself, trying to rationalize the fact that he was standing there wearing a bra and panties, “since it’s a female costume. This is probably all just padding underneath to keep the costume’s shape.”

     Will finished by pulling the hood up over his head. His face stuck out, but the facial opening of the hood came down to about where his eyebrows were. As he zipped the spandex suit up the back, all the wrinkles and looseness of the suit tightened up. He stepped over to the mirror to look at his progress so far, and gasped at the sight. With the flawless flesh-tone spandex suit over the padded bra and panties hiding his maleness (which would have been bulging heavily against the suit if it could have been), Will would have sworn he was looking at a female with his own face. He almost looked like a naked mannequin; the hood covered all his hair, his eyebrows included, and the suit’s color was very similar to his own skin. He rubbed his hands over himself, moaning softly at the pleasurable sensation of the tightly stretched spandex rubbing against his skin underneath. He stopped himself as he almost felt he had to finish what he started, going back over to the bed and picking up the dragon costume.

     He unzipped the costume in the back, and again started by inserting his left foot into the suit’s left leg. He was by now not surprised to find this suit fit him perfectly just as all the others had, sliding easily up his spandex-covered leg. His foot settled comfortably in the costume’s foot, his own toes finding small niches in the dragon’s toes to rest in. Each toe had a soft rubber claw attached to it, and they were painted a shiny red color to emulate nail polish. As he wiggled his toes, the dragon’s toes wiggled as well. He smiled, and continued, sliding his right leg into the costume as well. As he pulled the costume up to his waist, the dragon suit’s tail hung behind him, just barely touching the floor, bobbing slightly with his movements. He was (pleasantly) surprised to find he’d forgotten the suit had female genetalia built in. He chuckled as he continued to pull the costume up, wishing he hadn’t put the panties on so that he could just pull his cock through the slit and thoroughly enjoy the costume. He’d come this far, though, so he pressed on. He put his left arm into the suit, pulling it all the way in. His fingers slid neatly into the suit’s fingers; they had long, soft rubber claws as well, and they too were painted a glossy red to mimic nail polish like the toenails were. He pulled his other arm into the suit, and pulled it up to his neck, the wings sticking out behind him, hanging limply.

     He looked at himself in the mirror one last time, grinning like an idiot at his exploit. Here he was, a grown man, standing in a rubber dragon costume -- a female one no less! -- and yet not only did it feel great, he was totally aroused by the situation. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to last in the suit before he would have to pull it off to sexually relieve himself. “I’ll just stay in it for a little while, then I’ll take everything off, and put it on again. Without these silly panties,” he thought with a chuckle.

     There was but one last thing to do, and he pulled the dragon’s head over his own. He adjusted it into place, finding it fit snugly and smoothly against his own face. He opened his mouth slightly, and was a bit surprised to find an elastic strap that fit under his chin opened the suit’s mouth slightly as well. He made sure the suit was completely adjusted so that his eyes matched up to the holes in the suit perfectly. As he looked at himself in the mirror, it looked as if his eyes were actually part of the suit’s instead of behind it. He felt around back of the suit, finding the zipper on this suit started at the mid-back of his head. He zipped it down, having to maneuver his arms around the wings, to just above the base of the tail in the suit. A rubber flap covered the fully closed zipper, hiding it from view. When Will zipped the suit shut, the suit got even tighter, conforming to his femininely-shaped body without a flaw. After adjusting the suit in a few places, Will looked up to the mirror this time to find a perfect female dragon standing there, his own dark blue eyes also serving as hers, staring back at him.

     Will was absolutely amazed. He knew the suit was great even while he was putting it on, but to have it completely on and looking at himself wearing it... it was too much for him. He ran his rubber clawed hands over his whole body, and could feel it easily through the snug suit. Will suddenly had an idea; a stupid one, he thought to himself, but he couldn’t resist the urge no matter how silly he thought it was. He quickly ran over to the bed, laying down on the extremely soft, comfortable mattress. He continued to just feel himself all over, savoring the sensation, as a clawed finger subconsciously managed its way down to his vaginal slit, entering it. Will gasped; he didn’t know how, but it felt as if someone had just lightly stroked his cock, which was trying desperately to get fully erect through its tight container. He let another finger enter, and felt the same sensation. It didn’t take him long to figure out the mechanics of how females pleased themselves, as he continued vigorously massaging his pussy with one hand while he began to play with various other parts of his body with his other. He traced a finger lightly along his sides, his belly, his breasts, tickling his nipples with a claw... “Wait a minute!” Will thought frantically, unable to stop in fear of losing out on the sensation, “How in the hell do I have nipples?!” The thought quickly vanished from his mind, however, as his entire body tensed, an orgasm imminent. It felt to him like there should have been gallons of cum shooting out of his member, at least some of it coming out of his female opening, but there was no mess made. Another thought he didn’t give much credit to as he laid back, still reeling from the powerful sensation he just felt, his eyes drifting shut and the poor, exhausted -- but very satisfied -- Will falling fast asleep in ecstasy.

     Will groggily awoke some time later. How long had it been? Hours? Days? It sure felt like days; he tried to sit up but found his entire body was very stiff. Memories suddenly came shooting back into his mind as he remembered... he was still in the cabin! He was still in the dragon costume! He quickly sat up in a panic, but was confused to find himself instead laying on the ground in the middle of the small clearing of the forest, the one where he could have sworn the cabin was. There was still daylight outside. Perhaps it was all just a fantasy, had he just passed out from exhaustion and the whole thing was just a strange dream? It took but one look at himself to know it wasn’t -- he was indeed still in the costume. But it looked different than before. Now, instead of looking like rubber, it instead looked like rubbery scales. Will reached around to unzip the costume, but found no flap or zipper on his back. He stood up, confused. “Maybe my arms are just stiff and still asleep?” he silently hoped as he yawned and stretched his arms, his wings spreading to their full wingspan behind him. He felt the new muscles working, and shrieked in surprise, only to hear a female shriek escape his throat. “My voice!” he cried in a somewhat low pitched but assuredly female voice as he fell to his knees, sobbing. “What happened to my voice? What happened to me?!”

     Unbeknownst to Will, two large muscular male dragons -- both also white, like Will’s new appearance, with the same silver markings -- waited silently in the shadows of the forest, watching. They knew it would just be a matter of time before an human wandered into their illusionary forest and put on the enchanted suit they had left for them. They looked at each other, both grinning, the same thoughts going through both their minds as they lustfully looked over Will’s naked new body; his long slender tail, his powerful wings, his beautiful appearance, and his shapely curves: their brand new, voluptuous addition to the clan would certainly be a welcome one to them and the rest of the horny dragons like them...


Aug 07 2004
By Prometheus
Prometheus's Cave
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