Transformation (01~03)

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First

, you wake from a deep sleep to find yourself in a low, arched ceiling made of rough linen, so close
you can almost feel its roughness. The animal-skin blanket beneath you and the fur
coat ensure you won't freeze to death, but the pungent smell makes your throat itch.

"A strange sky… wait, something's wrong, where am I?" Strange thoughts churn in your mind
, then are replaced by confusion.

You try to think, trying to clear your sluggish brain of the aftereffects of your deep sleep, but to your
horror, you can't remember anything!

A wave of immense fear washes over you as you try to sit up, forgetting the cramped space you're in
.

A sharp "crack!" sounds as if your head has broken off something, and then the linen blankets
come crashing down on you.

===

...

A wooden chest, with scattered grains of grain in the corner, was probably used to store food, but
now it only contained a butcher's knife and a fire-starting kit.

Then there was your clothing, a sturdy cloth garment; of course, you could also consider
the embers of the campfire in front of you as your possessions.

"Gurgle, gurgle." Having not eaten since waking up and expending considerable energy cleaning up
, it was perfectly normal to be hungry.

You put on your equipment; the heavy feeling brought you a slight sense of peace, and for a woman,
not feeling strained was already quite an achievement.

"Wait, a woman?" a small voice whispered in your mind, but quickly fell silent.

Using the shadows of the sunlight to roughly determine your direction, you
slashed a deep gash in the trunk of a large tree next to the camp (if you could even call it a camp) and headed east.

＝＝＝＝＝＝Exploring the Forest＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

"wryyyyyyyyy" A sharp screech came from above.

You only had time to raise your small round shield to protect your head before feeling a tremendous
impact on your left arm, followed by a sudden lightness.

When you regained your balance, you found yourself facing a red, humanoid creature with bent legs and bared
fangs, its limbs covered in sharp, bony claws; the piercing noise from your shield hinted at their sharpness.

You naturally assumed a fighting stance, your armor giving you confidence, but you weren't
complacent .

The small monster charged at you menacingly, its speed not slow, but within your manageable range.

You decided to take the charge head-on.

As you expected, the monster's impact wasn't as great as the fall from the sky. You easily
blocked the attack with your small round shield, and with a swift swing of your right longsword, you slashed a gash in the monster's back.

The monster seemed oblivious, turning its head and charging at you without hesitation.

After a few easy exchanges, you successfully slammed it to the ground with your shield and then slit its
neck with your longsword.

Blood gushed violently from the little monster's neck veins. You carefully avoided most of it,
but a few drops still splashed onto your lips.

You licked your lips with your pink tongue, a strong metallic taste mixed with a salty, metallic tang
filling your mouth. 　　Watching

the blood still flowing, you waited until there were no obvious signs of bleeding before
carefully sheathing your longsword
. You lifted the little monster's corpse with both hands, 　　trying to avoid staining your armor with blood , and then headed towards your camp.

=== ... 　　You couldn't find much dry firewood nearby, so you had to make do. The only kindling you had was dried fungus crushed from tree trunks. It was a pity you didn't find a bird's nest; otherwise, starting a fire would have been much easier. "This forest seems rather lifeless?" You suppressed your doubts and diligently flung sparks at the tinder in the shallow pit. After trying forever, a wisp of white smoke rose. The hissing sound of the flames engulfing the fungus was like heavenly music to you. You bent down, carefully filling your lungs with air, and gently channeled the oxygen into the small fire. Then you slowly added precious dry branches, but the moisture-laden branches made the flames flicker and emit thick white smoke. You could only continue to breathe steadily through the choking smoke. 　　With your efforts, the fire finally stabilized, and you began preparing tonight's food . You 　　tossed most of the offal and scraps onto the edge of the fire pit, discarding the small, useless bones. The long, sturdy bones were used to anchor the meat to branches and prop it open. The skull and large bones containing marrow were set aside . The meat was spread as thickly as possible with its own fat. There was no salt, no spices; you had no 　　choice but to roast it as is. 　　　　　=== ...

After estimating that you were almost done, you cut off a strip of meat with a knife. Hesitating for a moment, the rumbling in your stomach
ultimately compelled you to put the food in your mouth and begin chewing.

The meat was surprisingly tender, despite being grilled over the flames. Unfortunately, this only advantage was
masked by the greasiness of the fat and the salty, fishy taste of the remaining blood.

"At least I won't faint from lack of salt..." you could only console yourself with this thought.

Hunger made you try to forget the terrible taste, but without fresh water, you couldn't force yourself to swallow it
. You could only chew resentfully, trying to replenish your depleted energy.

Soon, all the meat was swallowed, and your sense of taste became
numb from the cruel torture. But you were only about five or six tenths full. Slightly disappointed, you glanced at the charred
remains and began to look at the femur, ribs, and spine lying to the side.

The sword hilt wasn't thick enough, and the shield was rather flimsy,
so you had to leave the camp to find a suitable rock. Luckily, just a short distance from where you could still see the campfire, you found a rock the size of a cartwheel,
with . Although the rock's surface was uneven, it was enough to withstand a powerful impact. You
piled the bones beside the rock, picked out a suitable-sized stone, grabbed a rib, and began to
smash the rock against it for the sake of your other half.

"Crack!" After several violent impacts, the rib finally succumbed to the impact and cracked. A
viscous liquid began to seep from the cracks. You didn't care about anything else and tried your best to cover the largest
cracks suck them out.

It seemed to have the same "flavor" of being oily and salty, but thicker and heavier. Your sense of taste
recovered slightly after being stimulated by this, but it refused to work for you again. The thick liquid did offer a brief respite to your parched throat, but the moistness quickly vanished .
Finding you couldn't suck anything out ,　　you
tossed the rib aside. Your dry lips , having just experienced a little moisture, felt even worse . You quickly moved on to the next bone. 　　　　　　　=====Dessert= ... 　　　　　　　=== 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　 === ...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Your iron boots were covered in mud and leaves, and your iron gloves were stained with dried blood, but fortunately, your knuckles 　　still moved freely, so you were unharmed. "　　It's the second day," you thought, picking up a vine from beside the fire pit and carving　　 a second mark 　　on the tree 　　from yesterday before heading 　　　　　　　 out of the camp . 　　=====Exploring the Forest= ... Dehydration left you weakly leaning against the tree. Dark spots still flashed before your eyes as you stared blankly at your fallen enemy, watching the blood gushing from its body like a pool of crimson water… spring… spring… spring… water… water… water! Water!! Water!! 　　Your heart roared with fury, but the terrible memories of yesterday and the remnants of reason struggled against the seemingly tempting yet utterly evil method. 　　The heat in your throat seemed to spread to your brain; you swallowed, only to find your muscles stiff and aching. 　　Water!! There's water!! 　　You realized your reason couldn't overcome your physical urges; animal instincts began to drive your body slowly away from the tree trunk, slowly moving towards the crimson spring. 　　But your exhaustion and distraction prevented you from noticing the ground—a raised…

A tree root tripped you hard, sending you sprawling face-first into the mud. The violent impact and pain made your vision go
black, but it also seemed to shatter your last shred of reason. Driven by your last remaining survival instinct, you frantically
crawled towards the water you craved.

Finally, you approached the spring you'd been dreaming of, your trembling lips, split and bleeding, pressed against
the touched the crimson liquid, your entire body shuddered violently. A salty, foul
stench mixed with the taste of rust filled your mouth once more, but a surge of wild joy welled up within you. Was it the
relief that life had finally been extended, or the taste of decadent sweetness you were experiencing for the first time in this act of crossing the line?

You greedily sucked in the life-giving nectar, your tongue deftly licking clean every drop of the dark
nectar . The repulsive taste, mixed with painful guilt, brought you a strange joy.

But soon the spring dried up; not a single drop of liquid flowed out, and no matter how hard you tried
to suck ,　　 it refused to provide any service. A tremendous panic instantly filled your heart; the joy that had just lifted you to the clouds seemed to instantly transform 　　into a fatal cliff plunging you
into an abyss.

No! No! No!! No!! Not enough ... Your mouth is filled with fragments of organs, and your tongue is slashed by sharp bone pieces, making you mistakenly believe that there is more . You spit out the mouthful of fragments, adjust your body position, and use your filthy hands to hold this spring, continuing to frantically bite. But the wound on your tongue heals quickly, and the feeling of the liquid disappearing from your mouth makes you more anxious, prompting you to speed up your movements. 　　After spitting out the fifth piece of flesh, it's as if you suddenly bit through the skin of a large peach; a stream of liquid rushes into your mouth, slightly satisfying your seemingly endless thirst. But this liquid is fleeting, making you even angrier. You want to continue biting inward, but find that your face is blocked by the upper muscle tissue, unable to move forward even an inch. You dare not remove your lips, which have become full and soft again with blood, from this fleshy spring. You can only hold the corpse in one hand and use the other hand to reach under the wound to try to remove the organ. 　　You reach into the soft internal tissue, encircling the organ with your entire hand. You discover its outer layer is full of muscular texture. Just as you apply pressure, a small stream of liquid rushes into your mouth, the sweet, metallic taste once again permeating your senses. A thought strikes you. You adjust the position of your lips and hands, and begin rhythmically squeezing with the hand holding the organ. Soon, small streams of honey-like fluid seep into your lips, which you savor with your tongue. Unfortunately, this blissful moment is short-lived. After a few squeezes, this last spring of fluid is exhausted , but your mind begins to calm down. 　　You regain your senses; reason and feeling return to your brain. First, you feel touch. You quickly realize your entire cheek is wet, and there seem to be a few scratches. Your lips are finally moist and elastic, no longer dry and cracked. Your limbs ache terribly, and your buttocks are painfully sore. One hand felt the texture of the muscles on the surface of the organs and the slippery feel of the viscera . The other hand seemed to have some liquid in its palm, slowly dripping from the back of its hand. The burning sensation in its throat was slightly relieved by the hydration. 　　Then came the taste: a thick, bloody flavor filled its mouth, and the gaps between its teeth seemed to hold fragments of internal organs . Its tongue seemed to retain the slippery, strange taste of the organs. 　　Finally, its brain began to interpret the new signals from its eyes. It found itself holding a corpse whose abdomen had been , and its other hand reaching into the chest cavity through a wound on the back of the corpse. The corpse's chest was swollen from its grip, its legs spread apart on the ground, and one of its iron boots was missing. 　　You slowly withdrew your hand from your chest cavity and used it to pick up the corpse, tossing it aside. Then, your lifeless eyes stared at a small patch of bright red liquid in the palm of your other hand. The shimmering surface seemed to reflect your image. As you stared at the liquid, a strange joy suddenly welled up inside you. This joy made your lips curl into a blood-stained arc, this joy made your body tremble with excitement, this joy filled you with anticipation for the life . 　　You carefully raised your hands, extended your tongue, and licked the blood. Your pink tongue, now covered in bright red, looked exceptionally alluring. After licking the blood from your palms, you look at your bloodstained hands and smile as you insert each slender finger into your mouth, kissing and enveloping every inch of skin with your tongue. You feel the salty tingle of blood and sweat on your tongue and the tender skin of your fingers, a tingling pleasure spreading from your fingers throughout your body, seemingly masking the unpleasant smell. You carefully tend to each finger, coating these slender, delicate shafts with layer after layer of saliva. You suck on finger after finger, the added moisture causing your saliva to increase, still thick and viscous. Each tender finger is pulled from your moist mouth, leaving behind sticky strands before reluctantly breaking free. 　　You gaze at your hands, now white again, covered in a thick liquid that glistens , and you seem intoxicated by their beauty. But you quickly come to your senses, because your body tells you… 　　you need more water, or rather, more blood! 　　You laugh at your previous foolishness. This forest is full of fresh, hot springs; all you have to do is find them, and then 　　… eat them. 　　You feel full of energy now, whether from the replenishment of water or a change in mindset, you don't know. You pick up your equipment scattered around, deftly chop off the poor little thing's limbs, look at the limp lower limbs, and finally only secure the upper limbs with vines, then gleefully set off to find your next unfortunate prey. 　　　　　＝＝＝＝＝＝＝Lucky Check＝＝＝＝＝＝

"Bang!" You slammed your shield down hard on the unfortunate creature's head, and it collapsed to the ground, dazed.

You raised your longsword and slashed fiercely at its neck. "Crack!" The sword cut through the skin and severed
the muscle , but the hard bone held it firmly in place. So you stomped on the poor wretch
's lower body with your iron boot, feeling the struggle under your shoe. A surge of pleasure welled up inside you, as if to release psychological pressure
. You ground the poor creature's flesh with even greater force, and with a powerful screech of your right hand,
you pulled the sword out and slashed again!

The poor spine finally couldn't withstand the terrible impact and snapped. The poor thing's head flew off
into the distance , and blood gushed out like a fountain. Ignoring the blood splattered all over your upper body and face,
you open your lips, thirsting for this red holy water, and take the poor creature's thin, emaciated neck
into your mouth. Feeling the liquid surge through your mouth, you swallow mouthful after mouthful of the sweet liquid with relish. The taste you once resisted now seems
like a stimulating spice, making this divinely bestowed beverage even more delicious. As the impact of the blood fountain gradually subsides, you
begin to suckle vigorously, continuing to enjoy the vibrant water and the pleasure emanating from your tongue.

When this spring gradually dries up, you stop sucking; after all, you are far from
hunger . Looking at the slightly shriveled corpse, you simply wrap it around your waist and
walk happily towards the camp.

＝＝＝＝＝Back in Progress＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

You are processing today's harvest by the fire pit when an unpleasant feeling of fullness rises in your lower abdomen. You secure
the half- corpse with a branch and walk out of the camp.

You pull down your trousers and cloth underwear, which are covered in dried, hardened blood clots, and squat down on a slightly flat patch of ground.
The moment your genitals are exposed to the air, the cold air feels like a tiny lightning bolt striking your sensitive vulva
, sending a tingling pleasure through you. "Ugh~" Your newly moistened vocal cords let out a low
moan.

You feel the blissful yet annoying fullness of your bladder, reaffirming the correctness of your actions today.
Of course, you still feel ashamed of your beastly behavior, and perhaps a tiny bit of
liberating pleasure. The swelling in your genitals pulls your thoughts back. You release control of your sphincter, feeling urine gushing
out of your bladder. The rushing water fills your urethra, which is dry from lack of moisture, and
the impact of this liquid causes a slight stinging sensation, yet also a sense of satisfaction.

A gushing stream of water gushed out, wetting the ground between your legs. You felt this small, release-like
pleasure , a series of subtle electric currents spreading from your urethra throughout your body. The sound of the water gradually faded, and you jolted
back to reality, snapping out of your brief reverie.

But when you tried to stand up, the wetness reminded you that you had no paper
or cloth to wipe yourself with, let alone silk.

You squatted there awkwardly, with no extra fabric on you, unless…

the rough linen rubbing against your delicate vulva caused waves of discomfort but also a slight
pleasure . You had a few pieces of silk in one of your pockets, which was all your underwear could do. Besides
feeling apologetic for your underwear, the emptiness between your legs made you blush, but you had no other choice.

Back at camp, you continued the unfinished food processing work.

Perhaps it was because you'd replenished your fluids, but today's barbecue wasn't as hard to swallow as yesterday's. Maybe
the blood had also provided some energy. After finishing the barbecue, you felt full, so you threw the bones and
leftover food scraps into the fire, hoping the flames would help you get rid of the waste.

Feeling (not quite) satisfied, you lay by the fire pit, gazing at the starry night sky, reflecting on
the dramatic events of the day. You didn't know what you were thinking, but in the warmth of the flames, you drifted
off .

＝＝＝＝＝＝＝A Dreamless Sleep＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

You were awakened by the heat. You thought it was because you'd added too much firewood and the fire was burning too brightly, but looking at the few
embers in the fire pit and your sweat-soaked clothes, you suddenly realized with a start. You touched your forehead with the back of your hand; the temperature was indeed
a little higher than yesterday, but there was no sign of a fever. Moreover, you were full of energy and showed no
signs ; your condition was much better than yesterday, but the heat was unbearable, and sweat was still pouring down your body.

"The temperature must be rising," you thought to yourself.

With no other option, you unbuttoned a few buttons on your clothes, rolled up your sleeves and trousers, trying to
expose to the air to alleviate the unbearable climate change.

You quickly composed yourself and your gear, only to find that the rolled-up sleeves and trousers couldn't be properly tucked into your armor. Although 　　　　　　　 your
calves and forearms were exposed, you could still feel the unbearable heat, sweat pouring down your face. You
gritted your teeth, used your dagger to cut off half of your sleeves and trousers, and finally managed to put on your armor. Making a third cut on the same large tree 　　, you left the camp and headed further away. === ... 　　The friction between your genitals and the linen brought a lingering pleasure. You gradually grew accustomed to this gentle caress, and the intimate contact between your genitals and the air made you enjoy this liberating pleasure you had never imagined before. 　　Suddenly, you noticed a hill ahead, about twenty meters high. This was the first landmark you found in the forest! You quickened your pace, heading towards the low hill. 　　Reaching the hill, you realized it seemed to cover quite a large area. So you found two branches and stuck them in the ground in front of you as a makeshift marker, then began to explore the hill from the right. 　　　　　　　　＝＝＝＝＝＝Circling the Hill＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝　　You discovered a cave! 　　A pitch-black cave, sunlight only illuminating the entrance, which was quite large, about four or five meters high. The sunlight only illuminated a portion of the stone floor at the entrance… the floor? You examined it closely and discovered the entrance…

There were obvious but rough signs of repair on both the ground and the ground. There were other people here!

You were overjoyed at this discovery, but before you could excitedly rush over, doubt crept back into
your mind . What if it wasn't done by humans? After all, those poor creatures you ate at least had a semblance of human form. So you
calmed down, hesitated for a moment, roughly memorized the surrounding environment, and returned to your starting point.

After some time, you saw the markings you had made earlier again. You decided not to leave
these obvious traces, but only to roughly remember the location of the hill by the shadow of the sun. After all 　　, in
you prepared to return to camp and
start preparing your dinner.

=== ... The fire crackled and popped. Because of the rising temperature and the exceptionally bright starlight and moonlight tonight, the campfire was mostly covered in ash after your dinner, with only small flames dancing on the wood. 　　Whether it was your imagination or not, you felt the temperature subtly rising again after only lying on the animal skin blanket for a short while. Sweat gradually covered your entire body, and the skin on your calves and arms was no . You felt you needed something to make you feel cooler. 　　Although you were used to being naked from the waist down, you hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning your shirt. *Plop!* Two bouncy little peaches sprang out, their pink tips becoming exceptionally firm due to the stimulation of the air or something else. The flowing air gently covered your breasts, and you were slightly intoxicated by the pleasure of exposure. 　　You picked up the dagger and began cutting away more fabric from your shirt. The collar was shaved off, revealing a large V-shape. A long section of the hem was cut off, and the sleeves were removed entirely. However, while working on the other sleeve, the shoulder strap was also cut off. You could only grit your teeth and turn the original tank top into a slightly longer bralette . 　　For some inexplicable reason, you didn't immediately put on the modified shirt. Instead, with a sliver of anticipation, you took off your knee-length trousers. Your entire body was now completely exposed. The sudden surge of psychological liberation and the overwhelming sense of shame sent a shiver through you. A thrill spread from your heart like ripples throughout your body. "Ha," you exhaled a low breath, calming yourself and trying not to revel in the unbridled , focusing instead on your work. You first cut the trouser legs a few centimeters above the knee. After a moment's thought, with a sinful pleasure akin to committing a wicked act, you shortened the legs to the top of your thighs. 　　After finishing your work, a gentle breeze caressed you, a soft touch spreading throughout your body, as if countless tiny hands were gently stroking you. "Mmm~" A barely audible groan escaped your throat. You glanced around, seemingly oblivious to the danger, but ultimately straightened your clothes and lay naked on the blanket. Exposed to the cool air, the unbearable heat transformed into a pleasant warmth. You stretched , allowing more of your body to bask in the night breeze's caress. Amidst subtle yet distinct shivers of pleasure, you drifted off to sleep. 　　　　　　　　　=======Wild======= 　　"Ugh." This was the first time you'd woken up naturally in days. Upon waking, you remembered that you had indeed slept naked all night, meaning you were still feeling the warm caress of the sun on your skin. Though , your body naturally stretched, moving your slightly stiff muscles, enjoying the fresh air and vibrant sunlight. 　　Of course, with a touch of reluctance, you finally put on the clothes you'd cut the night before. Naturally , large expanses of your fair skin were still exposed. The linen tube top tightly bound your breasts, creating a perfect curve, and the V-neckline revealed a considerable cleavage. Your slender yet shapely displayed their allure. Hot pants that reached your thighs hugged your firm , pert buttocks, and your two long, straight, and powerful legs were sure to catch everyone's eye. " It's a pity only some lowly... pathetic creatures can witness my charm," you thought with a mixture of pride and a little disappointment. 　　Donning your armor, feeling the cold metal against your skin, a fiery urge surged in your lower abdomen. Suppressing this excitement, you finished adjusting your gear, drew your longsword, and slashed fiercely at the still-spirited tree , releasing some of your inexplicable anxiety. Remembering it was day four, you left the camp full of energy.

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