Entry: Permanent Vacation

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“AAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEE!!!! SAVEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Edgar had thought he was lucky when his boss invited him on that three-day yacht trip held to celebrate the latest acquisition made by their company… and even when the executives seemed to think his role was to fetch stuff and pour drinks for them, he couldn't really complain about spending a few days on a yacht he probably couldn’t afford with a few lifetimes’ salaries. It had all been going pretty well… but then.

Finding a moment to himself on the last day of the trip, Edgar had borrowed a kayak from the yacht’s storeroom and set out on his own, wanting to get rid of the smell of booze and vomit stuck in his nostrils, when… BOOM!!! The yacht exploded behind him. “What the fuck-!?” Just managing to keep his kayak from capsizing as it was rocked from the shockwaves of the explosion, Edgar sighed in relief - but then realized that he didn't know where they had sailed to, and that all he had to survive was this tiny kayak.

With no other choice, Edgar had paddled and paddled, looking out for anything that could be his salvation, when… something nudged his kayak. From right below it. Heart hammering in his chest, he peered over the edge… “A.” What else could he say? Right below the hapless man… was a shark. In the frenzied mess of screaming, paddling, and panicking, Edgar didn’t even notice that he had blacked out.

Consciousness returned slowly to him. Edgar heard the sound of crashing waves as he sat up, rubbing his eyes - but they widened immediately at the sight in front of him. At the… person in front of him. “Who… who are you?” “Shouldn’t I be asking that question?” Sitting on a rock, her arms crossed imperiously, was a woman. A woman with long blonde hair glittering gold in the sunlight, piercing turquoise eyes, a toned and muscular body… and a massive pair of breasts, only barely hidden by the golden bikini that wrapped around them.

“I-I just washed up here…” Had he somehow managed to travel back in time to when Amazonian goddesses like her could still exist? Was he about to die of a crushed pelvis? Edgar glanced around him awkwardly - they seemed to be the only two people around. “Haha… hahahah!!!!” Strangely though, it seemed the woman was happier about this situation than he was. “I can't believe it… I'm finally free!” Huh…? Edgar didn't know how to respond as the woman threw her muscular arms around him, those melons on her chest squishing right up against his body. S-soft…

“I don't know how I saved you, but e-everything will be okay…” Edgar laughed awkwardly for a moment, but that changed to an expression of shock as he saw that her eyes were… glowing. “Oh, you don’t need to do anything.” The woman grinned, running a hand through his hair - and Edgar gasped as he felt strands of hair tickle the back of his neck, his head growing heavier with the weight… was his hair getting longer? “Just relax, and let it all happen…”

“Ah-!?” A moan escaped Edgar’s throat, his voice suddenly cracking and shifting to a higher pitch. He tried to struggle, caught in the vice grip of the woman’s embrace, but there was nothing his slender arms and legs could do, even as they too began to thicken, and grow stronger… “It feels good, doesn’t it?” There was something different about the woman’s voice as she whispered in his ear, sounding deeper and lower… and more familiar by the moment. Did she sound like… him?

“For so many years I’ve waited for this…” Letting go and taking a few steps back, the woman grinned, speaking in what was unmistakably Edgar’s voice as she grasped her chest, those prodigious breasts shrinking and leaving behind a flat surface - and Edgar moaned and squirmed, his own chest pushing and forcing outwards in the shape of two huge, sensitive mounds. “I thought I’d never be free of that stupid god’s curse - but now you'll be the one stuck here!”

Even as a part of Edgar thought that there was nothing good about him being turned into a woman, forced to live alone on this desert island… another part of him couldn’t deny that it felt good. He felt stronger, the thickening muscles across his body giving him the perfect body he had just been admiring - and yet there was still nothing he could do to resist the advances of the woman before him who was now shorter and weaker, the bodacious curves of her body shifted into Edgar's more slender, masculine physique.

“Ah-!” All thoughts scattered from his mind, a thunderbolt of pleasure struck right through Edgar as the woman wrapped one hand around the stiffening shaft between his legs, the other reaching further down… and finding a slit that was already beginning to open up. “I’ve had this body for so, so long… I know exactly where it feels good. Don’t you agree?” “Aaaaaaa-aaa…” He couldn’t muster the strength to respond, no match for the ecstasy running wild within him as the woman’s fingers went even deeper, deeper, deeper… And as Edgar finally came, the manhood between his legs finally disappeared, leaving behind the slit that now marked her as a girl.

“Phew!” Lying on the sand, weak and panting for breath, Edgar watched as the man who had taken her body smiled, and stretched his arms towards the sky. “Time to leave this forsaken place behind… good thing I know the way!” Edgar only half-heard him. She could almost feel the pulse of the island running through her, as naturally as the knowledge that she would never again unless she managed to transfer it to another. But, that also gave her an idea. Maybe she could…

“W-wait…” “Hm?” The man turned towards Edgar carelessly, confident that he already had her beat - too confident. “What did you say- AH!!” Right as he stepped closer she leapt off the ground, grabbing his arm in her own - and of course, she knew that he wouldn’t be able to break free. Edgar didn’t need to transfer the entirety of the curse to the one who had stolen her body, but if she did just a little… “Wh-what…!!” A grin spread over Edgar’s face as she heard the sound of bones cracking and reforming, watching the body she had once possessed changing again, just like she had…

“N-no… how could you!?” Grasping her chest (smaller than Edgar's, of course), the girl gave her a tearful glance… but as their lips met her eyes glazed over with pleasure, falling under the curse's spell once more. So what if Edgar could never leave this island again? A permanent vacation wasn't half bad, especially if she had a cute girl by her side… “Oh?” But then, she heard something. Edgar turned her gaze towards the ocean, where a few people were struggling on a small lifeboat towards the island - the executives who had been on the yacht.

She smiled, and got ready to greet them. They would love it so much here… even if it might take a little persuading.