With how long he had waited to take this trip abroad, Sam couldn’t imagine ever being bored. But even in Greece, the summer heat was stifling, leaving him largely stuck inside. Why he had bothered to come here at this time of year escaped even him, though in truth it was cheaper and best he could afford. Yet, at least with the fast pace of his normal life, there was still some solace in staying indoors, even if all he could think to do was catch up on some reading, which he could do at home!
Being a fan of classic literature, Sam had wanted to see some of the history firsthand, and even in the heat, made efforts to go on local tours and the like. But with recommendations to stay indoors during otherwise peak hours, he was left largely exploring the villa around his rental house, sampling the shops and cuisine. It wasn’t the vacation he was hoping for, but it was at least something that gave him inspiration for his fantasies based on some famous works of fiction.
Of all the stories that had his fancy, Sam was most focused on the Odyssey, wondering what it would be like to embark on such a journey. Resisting the song from the Sirens, evading the Cyclops, and ignoring the temptations of Circe. Though that last one might not be so bad, he found himself figuring, just not to be turned into a pig. Something perhaps that could stand the heat, though it was a silly wish when the heat wave would pass in a week or two. Still, it didn’t give him any reprieve, knowing he wouldn’t be here any longer when it did!
That was perhaps why he was so fascinated with the tortoise he spotted on the way back to the room. A marginated tortoise, indigenous to the region, her pattern made it obvious she was a female. And with how slow she was moving, Sam had the silly idea to stroke it, figuring she wouldn’t resist and having never touched a tortoise shell before. What he could not have expected was for her to pull back quickly, biting his finger with the speed of a snake. Sam yelped out, her beak surprisingly sharp and causing a drop of blood to fall to the ground. With that, he decided it was best to leave the animal alone, heading back to the cottage and trying not to lament his foolishness.
Washing his small wound, Sam found himself wondering if there was any risk of infection. Surely a reptile wouldn’t likely pass anything on to him, and a quick search online seemed to confirm this. Still, there was no denying the note of worry that he couldn’t quite shake, especially when the pain didn’t go away. That, and the heat plaguing his body, seemed to worsen, prompting Sam to turn in early to bed.
While he couldn’t recall much about that night, Sam was at least aware his sleep was fleeting and fitful. While he had started out overheating, not bothering to don any blankets, throughout the night, he began to feel colder. Barely having the energy to turn off the AC, Sam still ended up shivering in bed, until even that ability seemed robbed from him. He woke up around dawn, seemingly drained of all his energy. Not a bit of sweat stained his clothing or bedsheets, something bizarre in and of itself. Yet, it was given little regard, with how weak he felt, shivering and cold and sluggish. Nothing he could think of could alleviate the discomfort, save for a strange craving to lie in the sun. All he could think to do was head outside, clad in only his underwear as the warm sun hit his skin.
Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else in view, and his cabin had a short fence giving him a slight bit of privacy. It mattered little to him with the slight surge of excitement that being in the sun seemed to elicit. Part of him knew it was dangerous and harmful to his skin if he didn’t wear any sunscreen. But with how good it felt, Sam couldn’t be bothered. And he still seemed drained, cold, and weak without any desire to do anything but lie on his stomach and feel the warmth collecting on his back.
As relaxed as he had been with little to do, nothing about the trip could hold a candle to feeling the sun’s rays on his back as he readily absorbed them. It was beyond pleasant, filling him with satisfaction that nothing he could recall had brought him before. The sun was still low, and only a few rays were hitting him from this angle. He did have the energy to move into the beam a little, though he was still rather cold and sluggish. Still, the sun was beginning to warm him just slightly, as though imbuing him with energy. Sam couldn’t think of anything else he would rather do than lie here, thoughts drifting to more pleasant pursuits.
As he did so, the warmth seemed to intensify, as though his skin was slowly becoming somewhat more absorbent. Sam couldn’t think of why, only focused on how pleasant it felt and how much warmer he was getting. It was not enough to energize him into getting up, though, even with the risk of getting caught, Sam found he didn’t want to move. There was simply something so divine about sunbathing that made him wonder why he had never tried it. It was dangerous, to be sure, but what was the risk for such comfort?
Yet, it was soon obvious that something was off. His back had gradually become stiff, so much so that his attempts to move were made troublesome. A part of him was panicked, though it was hard for him to muster the level of alarm he should have felt. Eventually, he reached back, finding the skin seemed alarmingly off. More like he was touching bone rather than the flesh he was accustomed to. Surely, the sun rays couldn’t have caused that, yet there was no denying the strange texture. And to his shock, it had spread further over his back than he was expecting. All the way to the center, where a surge in his spine left him to think it was pushing through the skin. What the hell was going on?!
Trying to get up, Sam was met with a further surge of aches in his spine, preventing him from managing. His spine really did seem to be protruding from the skin, spreading over his back and leaving it stiff and unresponsive. The texture reminded him more of keratin than anything, though no ailment he could think of would explain why it was spreading over him. While he couldn’t turn his neck all the way around to see what was happening, he could still feel the stiffening skin spread to the edges of his back. A series of loud cracks pushed his back toward a more oblong shape, leaving Sam functionally paralyzed. It seemed the spread of keratin gradually worked its way down, stopping right above his tailbone and forming a distinct edge. The lower ridge took on a saw-like formation that flared outward like a bell, though the shape meant little to him. The horror of the process left him wishing he could call out for help, though no words escaped his lips. It was as though he was in a dream, some sleep paralysis before a demon encroached upon him. Yet, the warm sun on his back was so real, there was no doubt of his fate. It simply felt amazing against his skin…warmed his sluggish body…just like a reptile…
Thankfully, it didn’t hurt to feel his skin changing composition, the layers fusing with his spine in the center. The stiffness was almost maddening, especially as the new flesh bulked up to form a complete carapace of sorts. The skin was mostly black, though yellow highlights accented a series of plates in distinctive patterns. Eyes widening in alarm, the patterns appeared familiar yet different, all the same. Not quite like the tortoise he had tried to pet the day before, but perhaps like the opposite sex he had seen on his phone….
Worse, perhaps, a similar sensation began playing down his chest and stomach. The lean flesh of his belly tightened as a firm layer of keratin worked its way from under the surface. It soon rippled up his chest, removing any trace of his belly button, nipples, and human definition. All that remained was a series of reptilian scutes, likely not as firm as the ones on his back. As much as it scared him, curiosity won out, and he rubbed his hands over it, experimenting with the firmness of his lighter-colored covering. It seemed to be comprised of backward-facing triangles, and as the edges swelled out past his sides, Sam was left to feel two patches stretching toward each other. Eventually, they formed a bridge as the cool tingling of scale growth moved over his sides.
Trapped within his own skin as he was, Sam could only suffer as his tailbone started to separate, pushing out into a noticeable lump. He no longer possessed the ability to turn around to see his growth, torso largely frozen in place. However, he could certainly feel it, the lower parts of his spine expanding along with the muscles within. The familiar warmth playing over the growth was a sign it was covered with dry scales as well, cracking and popping as he discovered his ability to articulate it. That did little to alleviate his fear, however, knowing he possessed such an animalistic appendage and there was still so much more to come.
The truth of the matter, while slow for him to admit, was more than obvious by now. Like he was bewitched by Circe herself, he was turning into a marginated tortoise, like the one that had bitten him the day before. How or why was a mystery, but there was little denying his fate as the changes continued to encroach over him. Sam was functionally trapped, and not just within his shell, part of him now and making it impossible to get up or seek help. And what could someone possibly do to spare him this fate, anyway?
Yet, despite the panic, it was harder for him to deny how pleasant he found the warmth still playing through his body. The sun was still being absorbed by his shell, raising his energy and sending a flush of arousal through his body. Much to his shock, his penis soon swelled to attention, and Sam was at least able to raise up and prevent it from rubbing against the ground through his underwear. Within moments, he was leaking, testicles being squeezed by his altered form. He wanted to stroke it, though the moment his hand touched his shaft, he was hit with an uncomfortable wave of release. Testicles throbbed intently, spilling far more cum than he was expecting. Sam wanted to moan, though he forgot his voice had been oddly robbed from him.
For Sam, the release went on far too long, expelling what seemed like his entire reservoir of semen onto the ground. Wanting to rub his testicles, Sam was shocked when they seemed to deflate, as though being pulled within him. He gasped reflexively, though no sound came out, feeling his maleness inverting as though being reoriented. They were not gone, per se, as best he could tell. But they were much smaller, settled above his flaccid penis. The swelling within him was powerfully uncomfortable, though small in the midst of his overall change.
It was then that Sam became aware that the fence around him was growing, as though a massive castle had formed to protect him. It took some moments for the change in viewpoint to become clear, not that it was expanding, but Sam himself was shrinking. Part of his mind chided himself for not thinking it through, that the tortoise from before was much smaller than his human self. He was really changing, becoming a non-human entity as though cursed by the gods themselves. And he was powerless to stop it!
The sensations rapidly grew uncomfortable around his sex as though invisible hands were reaching to pull his plumbing inward. An intense tingling around his anus caused great annoyance. Sam was thankful he did not have to experience the true agony that such a transformation should elicit. It was of little reprieve as his rectum was pulled forward, forcing his penis close to touch it as well. Confusion rushed through his mind before creating a popping sensation that left him to squirm as best he could. It was as though his penis was being merged with his asshole, left to sit within as best as he could tell. The urge to touch the space was powerful, though perhaps came with more disgust than he was comfortable with.
No sooner did the tingling from his new orifice cease than another surge of arousal played through him, causing his cock to swell. The discomfort prompted him to move forward, discovering his body had shrunk enough to walk clear of his underwear. Sam could hardly be brought to care, more curious about the sensations from his groin. Despite having just cum, it seemed his altered anatomy was ready to go again, and soon it was slapping against his plastron. While he couldn’t quite detect the touch against his former stomach, the length at which he was able to perceive from his penis was almost startling. Even though he was shrinking, his dick was lengthening in relation to his body, and Sam had to look under himself in curiosity and terror at what was happening.
Much to his surprise, the edge of his foreskin began to push forward, encompassing his leaking head as Sam’s fingers brushed against the tip. Shivering from pleasure, Sam was barely aware that the base was beginning to thin, extending from a point just within what he was beginning to perceive as a cloaca. It was the head that had his most attention as his foreskin stretched to form what he perceived as a concave hood. It continued to flare impossibly compared to his body, looking more akin to a radar dish and stretching longer as he watched, almost reaching his former pecs. A part of him wondered if it would need to be this long for his new species to mate, but it was shocking to sense nonetheless.
Unable to resist his curiosity, Sam reached down to rub it, finding the texture strange but surprisingly sensitive. Mouth opening to call out once more, this time his throat made a hocking-like noise. Sounding hollow and resonating somewhat, Sam had to wonder if that was a tortoise mating call. It mattered little when Sam was more shocked that it was the only sound he could make. Further efforts to make noise were for naught, and Sam was left feeling helpless in the face of such bizarre circumstances.
Yet, no amount of fear could dissuade him from the physical pleasure that playing with his penis could provide. Much too quickly, Sam felt his end nearing, though with a dizzying sensation at how much blood it needed in relation to his body. Still, as though the spell itself was highly erotic, Sam felt his orgasm washing over him, unable to resist. It was a small oasis in the desert of bizarre changes, and he allowed himself to fall into the bliss of release. He was somewhat shocked at the sheer amount of cum his internal reservoir could provide, collecting in a puddle under his shrinking body.
Panting, Sam was a little taken aback by the force of release as he looked around, once more trying to acclimate to his surroundings. It was crazy how fast he was shrinking, perhaps made worse by the fact that it was happening so uniformly. He should have been dizzy, though, to his dismay, it seemed his new proportions were more natural. And as much as he should have been afraid, the warm sun still beating on his black shell made it hard to lament his fate. It was a powerful conflict in his mind, Sam knowing he needed to fight for his humanity, yet was caught in the contentment that came with sunbathing. And the longer he sat there, the clearer it was that his efforts to resist would be futile. So, then, why would he not try to enjoy it…?
Yet, the panic returned all at once with a sudden stiffness in his fingers. Looking down with some alarm, Sam could see the digits twitching, cracking as they diminished into his twitching palms. The bones within his hand seemed to be popping out of joint as well, leaving only his wrists able to move. Much to his dismay, the skin began to erupt with patches of brown scales, something Sam longed to rub. It was obvious, as his fingers were left little more than stubs, they would no longer have that ability. He was helpless as the fingers were reduced to nothing, leaving only the nails as scaled skin worked its way between each. The phantom sensation of former digits was maddening, leaving Sam to bellow out in that hollow, resonating way that now made up his tortoise communication.
Soon, all that remained of his hands were flat stubs, thick skin moving to cover the gaps and giving him trunk-like front legs to balance on. Worse was the shifting in his arms as his shoulders cracked forward within his shell. Unable to rotate them in the ways that he once took for granted, Sam was left to suffer, needing them on the ground to hold him up. He couldn’t even turn them around to look at their bottoms, barely able to perceive the ground under them. Just as alarming was the relentless march of brownish scales spreading up his arms, moving over his sides in a sign they would coat him from head to toe. For better or for worse, this was to be his fate now.
Of course, the same was to befall his toes, though Sam was left to lament their loss, knowing there was no point in struggling to maintain them. It was somewhat interesting to discover a single nail had pushed out from where his pointer finger once sat, and a similar one had developed from his big toes as well. Still, he was forced onto the balls of his feet as his ankles shifted and feet and toes were subsumed into a pair of pillars. As his pelvis shifted and his stance settled, Sam was shocked to discover his arms and legs were sitting under his shell, and tentatively, he found he was able to move forward. It was painfully slow, though worse was the inclination that he did not need to move far. Despite it all, he was fine to sit here and sunbathe, regardless of how much he had changed.
An itching over his scalp caused him to attempt to reach up, though he was quick to lament that he no longer had the ability to do so. His hair was falling out, making him wish to view his bald visage for the last time. However, he was simply forced to feel the follicles falling away, dissolving into the air rather than collecting on the ground. In their place were a spread of thick brown scales, smaller than those on his legs. The tingling was relentless, having covered his limbs, sides, and tail. And now crawling up his neck, soon to take all his human skin, possibly forever.
A series of cracks forced his face to rise, and for a moment, Sam wondered if he was growing again. Yet, he was disturbed to discover his neck was elongating, the bones of his spinal column pushing it upward. It was shocking to feel as warm scales covered the surface, and Sam was perplexed by his efforts to flex out the kinks. With ease, he found he was able to push it into an S shape, able to view his changed body properly for the first time. Yet, the sight was more horrific than he had expected. Sam was made privy to his massive black shell, his tail swishing in irritation, and his thick limbs holding him up. With his body having shrunk toward the proportions of a tortoise, there was so little left to denote he was ever human!
Despite the contentment that came with being in the sun, Sam was no longer able to quell the fear of change. Reflexively, he felt his long neck condensing, the skin of his upper chest surprisingly loose. It took him a few moments to discover his neck was retreating somewhat. Allowing it to happen, Sam soon found his human head was sitting just inside his shell, along with his tail. It was bizarre trying to perceive his body with such flexibility, buried in the fleshy skin and his shell. But there was no denying the feeling of safety, alleviating the fear of the change in a way that left him perplexed.
Eventually, Sam felt his confidence rising enough that he could push his head out, though it was only in time to discover the remaining changes to his face. Gums felt mushy, and Sam was shocked to feel his teeth loosening in their sockets. It was the fulfillment of every nightmare, losing his teeth as though overcome with some illness. Like his hair, they would not land on the ground, Sam trying to spit them away, though unable. It was bizarre, leaving him moaning in his hollow tone from the sheer terror of it all. Exploring the fleshy gums, Sam was slowly aware of how thick and flexible his tongue was becoming, though hardly worth the trade-off.
Unsure how he would eat going forward, Sam was shocked to feel his lips hardening, pushing out into a pointed growth as the skin around his mouth started to firm into scales. It was almost heavy at the end of his face, larger than his mouth, as its horny edge continued to expand. The force of its growth was enough to take his nose with it, the bridge flattening, and his nostrils remaining only as a pair of holes. As they flattened within his new beak, Sam was thankful his ability to breathe was not robbed from him. As much as he didn’t want to be a tortoise, nor did he want to die in the process of becoming one!
Yet, as a steady crack resonated from his skull, Sam felt a shiver run through him. As much as being changed into an animal was horrifying, it was possible for things to be worse. If his skull and his brain were to change, would he lose all human thoughts and memories? Such would be akin to dying, and even his efforts to focus on himself would likely not save him. The back of his head was gradually compressing, not as rounded against his neck. And thankfully, for now, he didn’t seem to be losing himself, at least still aware of the changes.
The force of his head compressing caused his eyes to narrow somewhat, and to his surprise, a new lens started to blink in reflex. It was bizarre, leaving him confused as his eyes were forced somewhat forward. Almost reaching the space where his former nose sat, Sam was made painfully aware of how small his head was becoming in relation to his body. With his head reshaping the way it was, Sam was annoyed as his eyes seemed to rotate to the sides, robbing him of the precise vision he enjoyed as a human. His field of view was greater than he was used to, though the trade-off was hardly worth it. Colors were washed out somewhat, though surprisingly present, something Sam had not thought to entertain before now. But it was something he might have to live with, having no idea what the endpoint of the changes would be.
While it was harder to realize in the heat of change, Sam was just now becoming aware he had no external ears. They had shrunk to almost nothing, though Sam was thankful that he could still hear, perhaps just as well as before. It was hard to perceive where the sounds were entering, though eventually, he determined there was a hole behind his eyes and above his jaw, perhaps hidden by a scale. At least he had internal ears, the hidden canal opening to his inner ear and drum. Either way, his hearing wasn’t much impeded, a small solace in the grand scope of his predicament.
The heat that had been working over his body seemed to cement his form, and Sam realized with some certainty he was done. He had become a marginated tortoise, a common sight in this part of the world. He still had his human mind, as best he could tell. There were stirrings of instinct beneath, as much as he had thought them to be his own. With them came a strong desire to sunbathe, though that had abated as though his internal temperature finally matched the outside. And despite all the implications of his change, Sam saw it fit to leave his cottage, not sure what else to do.
With all the time in the world to think, Sam couldn’t help but wonder about the myriad of reasons he might have been transformed. It seemed likely he might stay this way, especially without knowing why a bite had done this. Surely it was a curse or the like, given his location around the origins of Greek mythology. Hell, it could even be a virus, but nothing he knew of science could achieve such a mix of human intelligence in the body of an animal. As he walked, albeit slowly, it was clear his mind was to maintain itself, though he had no confirmation for the long run. And in the end, all he had was to speculate, with no obvious reason to reveal itself.
Regardless of what his life would be like going forward, a few things immediately stood out. He needed to find a habitat of his own, preferably away from people. Being a tortoise in the wild was perhaps better than being captured and taken as a pet. While it took him some time to find a place that suited his instincts, Sam found he wasn’t too stressed as he searched. Life was likely to maintain a slow, steady pace, and there was no denying the irony in that. He had been looking for a way out of the rat race, struggling to pay for apartments, bills, and loans, and seeking a job to provide all that. And now? A new habitat was not too far away, Sam’s new instincts assuring him that he had made the right choice for his new species. There was no hurry, and no cost associated with finding one, save for sharing it with potential rivals.
As the day waned and Sam was forced to sleep and rise the next morning, it seemed more and more likely he would not be changing back. And there was no denying how wonderful it was to crawl on a rock, feeling the warm sun on his shell and rejuvenating him to begin his day. Starving as he was, Sam was surprised to discover the wide variety of local greens that tasted decent. Some he found from his own trial and error, though others he discovered while watching his new contemporaries. Lacking teeth was not a deterrent, as his horny bill was able to pull enough away so that his stomach could slowly grind things up. He was a little disgusted to learn the use of a cloaca, that all his waste passed through the singular vent. With his digestion significantly slower than a mammal, it was not a constant concern. But it was still alarming how little control he had over his bodily functions, something that took him some days to get used to.
Still, it was easy to fall into the daily pattern of his new life, something that once he might have assumed would be rather boring. Waking each morning, he would make his way to a rock before the other members of his species, knowing the most efficient ways to beat them. Then he would spend two to three hours under the sun, his black shell absorbing a fair amount of heat to get him going. The rest of the morning, he would spend grazing, finding the most succulent green treats with a speed and intelligence that gave him an advantage over the other tortoises in the area. When the heat grew too much, he would seek shelter, generally under the same rock that made his bed. And there was still time for him to go about his business in the evening, before falling asleep and dreaming of the life he had lost. Yet, by the time he awoke, the dreams were fleeting, Sam unable to recall exactly what facets of his human life he was recalling. And it was getting harder and harder for him to care, no longer interested in the life that he had left behind.
As the days passed, some thoughts were spared occasionally for the deities or experiments that might have bestowed this fate and body upon him. No sign of their presence made itself known, no being intent on teaching him a lesson, or a scientist searching for their experiment. While it was obvious he wouldn’t be changing back anytime soon, Sam had found a certain peace with that. There was little pressure other than to live in the moment, soaking in the sun and relaxing in a way that had been lost to his human self. Even in the scope of the animal kingdom, he was not pursued by predators or competition, able to live as his species was designed to do. His small corner of the world was surprisingly dynamic, not only with his new kin but with dozens of animal species and a variety of individuals no human would be subject to see. He was perhaps alone with his thoughts too often, but as time passed, such things felt fleeting enough that he was content to let them be.
While it was hard for him to determine how long since his change had occurred, the change in seasons could not be ignored. The weather was getting colder, and Sam found himself needing more time to sunbathe before starting his day. His hunger, too, seemed to become insatiable, even though daylight hours were shorter and his energy reserves were diminished. While a part of him wasn’t sure what the endgame was, Sam allowed himself to fall into his instincts. Food was starting to become scarce, and it seemed almost like a competition of sorts to try and eat as much as possible, putting on significant weight for what was coming. All Sam understood was a sense of urgency, not stressful, per se, but enough to keep his constant focus.
Of greatest importance, he had been seeking a more permanent residence to call his own, a depression by a lake significantly deeper than his previous home. Yet, Sam was still surprised when one morning, his body simply had no desire to leave. Thoughts were muddied, though he had to wonder if his new body was entering something akin to hibernation. Having no idea of what that might entail, he simply allowed it to happen, staying submerged as his body naturally prepared itself. He wasn’t hungry, even as the days passed, though on occasion he roused to drink water. For the most part, he was inclined to rest, with few periods of wakefulness sparse at best.
Sam had no idea how long he had spent in his current state. Days had little meaning to him, and his body needed little that required him to rouse. Thankfully, there were only a few occasions where he maintained enough awareness to contemplate his situation. Yet, there was no denying the peace that came with it. Even if he didn’t change back, it was OK to sleep here and wait for what would come. In those brief periods of wakefulness, Sam maintained some memories of the dreams that had largely eluded him. Yet, the more he fixated on them, the harder it was to find things he truly missed. Surely, his friends and family were concerned, and it was hard knowing he had left things unsaid and done. While he loved his new life, he wished he could impart to them that he was OK. But such was not always guaranteed even for humans, and it was something he was coming to make peace with.
Still, there was something missing that he couldn’t quite place, a hole that was reminiscent of something from his humanity. It was hard to place, especially with his brief time having awareness during his winter sleep. But it was persistent enough that Sam found himself fixated on figuring out what it was as the days warmed and his periods of wakefulness grew longer.
There was a part of him that wanted to head out into the world soon, knowing spring was coming and he could return to the pattern of his daily life. It was all he had to wait until his instincts told him to leave. After all, he knew there would be brief periods of winter returning, and it wouldn’t do for him to get stuck outside with no food. But the day was getting closer and closer, and Sam felt his excitement growing. When last he saw the world, it was dismal, dying as winter fell over the land. But the world that awaited him promised a vibrant landscape of new life and hope. When Sam could wait no longer, he crawled from his home, the world awash in life that the likes of his human self had never paid attention to. With all the time in the world to drink in life as it was, Sam felt a sense of elation that passed even his acceptance of his new species. And the sight of the world coming alive within the first few days of his arrival was almost worth the loss of his humanity alone. Blooming flowers, buzzing insects, chirping birds, and dozens of things he had never appreciated were his to enjoy with newfound respect.
One new feeling persisted all the while, something that Sam met with particular annoyance. A stirring in his loins caused his penis to swell frequently from his cloaca, often bobbing against the center of his plastron. Having not felt arousal since he had changed, the sensation was welcome at first. Yet, it was soon obvious that there was no way to get off the way his body was. He could undulate his cock somewhat, able to slap it against his shell. And it felt good, certainly, sending pleasant shivers through his entire body. Masturbating became a pastime of sorts, in the spare time not sleeping, sunbathing, or eating. But much to his dismay, Sam’s efforts were never enough to bring him to climax. He came close several times, though a combination of the blood required to fuel his penis and the time he needed to sit under the sun’s rays, he never stuck the landing. And it left him rather sexually frustrated, hoping his new species’ mating drive would soon pass, and he could return to the monotony of his new life.
Of course, the obvious implication came rather quickly that he wanted to mate with a female of his new species. They were certainly plentiful, and the sounds of his rival males seeking mates were becoming more frequent with each passing day. But how could he do such a thing? Surely, he was simply an animal now, and animals did what they did. His body certainly wanted to mate, despite his human hesitance. But with the very real fact that he would remain a tortoise for the rest of his life, his reasons for resisting were wearing thin.
Soon, much to his surprise, fate had something particular in store for him. Sam could not have expected to find her again or even identify her among the dozens of his kind that passed his awareness every day. But the way she approached him one afternoon was unlike the movements of his kin, and even his dim eyesight caught a glimmer of recognition from the pattern in her shell. Her own eyes seemed to carry a spark within them that caused him to wonder. Was she like him, once? Subject to a curse, or perhaps one of the gods themselves that had taken on this form? Such was common in mythology, after all, a god or mortal forced into an animal form at the whims of more powerful beings. Whatever the cause, the intelligence in her demeanor could not be denied, and Sam watched her with expectation.
A series of strange urges came to his mind just then, and Sam had no recourse but to act in the heat of the moment. He slowly started to walk around her, reaching out with his beaked mouth to begin nipping at her. All the while, Sam felt his throat engorge and began bellowing in a strange tone that made little sense. Much to his delight, the female tortoise made the same noise, one that sent a shiver of lust through his cock. Having been used to feeling it bobbing up and down persistently over the past few days, Sam hadn’t noticed it at first. But with each noise she made, Sam felt his ache grow and slowly gained an understanding of what his body desired to do.
Knowing he eventually wanted to mount, Sam moved his way behind the female, whose long neck had her gaze fixated on him the entire time. A brief glance at her backside had him concerned he wouldn’t be able to reach her cloaca, even with the length of his cock. Yet, he was delighted to discover a part of her plastron was slightly concave, helping line up his penis and serving as a guidepost of sorts. And once he was in place, it did not take him long for his slimy cock tip to find her entrance. Any human notions of disgust were soon erased as his penis sank home, and all he could do was push in, reveling in the physical pleasures.
Without thinking, Sam felt his mouth opening, showing off his red tongue and making loud, sobbing sounds. It was haunting to his human recollections, though it made some sense as though he was making a mating cry. It was perhaps something he had heard before, but never from his own mouth. To his surprise, the female’s head raised up and to the side, as though judging each of his actions. Even in the heat of rut, Sam felt a modicum of shame, unsure if he was performing adequately. Still, he was a little shocked to discover that the female was bobbing her head in rhythm to his cries. Compelled to continue, the two of them danced in concert, Sam thrusting his hips gently all the while.
As slow as he was, Sam found it didn’t take him long to reach release. There was little point in holding back, and like most of his life recently, he allowed it to happen as it would. The load pent up within was so much that Sam could feel it gushing through his lengthy cock. Its force was so much that he nearly whited out from the pleasure, all-consuming in the heat of the moment. And he allowed himself to pant, overheated from the release as he held firm, ensuring his mate took it all.
It took what felt like a long time for him to dismount, dizzy from what he had done. Beyond the physical pleasure was a sense of satisfaction that surpassed his expectations. It was as though he’d achieved a deeply spiritual act, something fulfilling and satisfying, the source of whatever had been eluding him all these months. It was hard to put into human words, though, as his penis slowly retreated within his cloaca, all he was able to fixate on was the desire to do it again. And as he spent the next few hours with this female, he was able to do just that, seeing her present and climbing on her back whenever his cock was ready.
It was several more times during that day and the next until the urges finally subsided and Sam was sure his new species would normally move to seek out another female. Yet, even after his sexual needs were satisfied, something else persisted in his mind, and Sam saw it fit to follow her as she left. It wasn’t something normal for their species, males mating and leaving their mates to lay their brood. Yet, Sam seemed compelled to follow her, not from a tortoise instinct but one from his humanity. And it wouldn’t be long before her purpose was to be seen through.
Finding a spot some distance away from the mating frenzy of their peers, the female began slowly digging, fixated on a particular patch of mud. While Sam understood on an intellectual level what she was doing, the tortoise he was cared little for it. Yet, with little else for him to do, he was fine with watching, even as long as it took her. She was painfully slow, perhaps more so than any other tortoise activity. The human within him longed to help her, though he knew this was her task alone. While it took her more than a few hours, soon, her new claws had made a significant indentation, one that could be covered up when she was done.
Moving to the other side, Sam forced himself to watch as her cloaca throbbed with the distention of something within. It seemed to pain her, though she made no noise, not wanting to attract anything that might bring harm to her brood. But it had to be uncomfortable as a large, spherical object forced itself to the apex, her sex pulsating to void it from her body. With some relief, the new moist egg rolled into the indentation, and the female was left panting from the effort. If Sam could take some of the burden from her, he would, though he could only be an observer, having done his task already. And so Sam stood there, watching as another egg started to slide from her opening, the pain seemingly ebbed from the first egg. And with her efforts, soon a dozen or so lined the hole, lying on their siblings as the female moved to kick dirt over them once more.
Though the female had finished some moments ago, both stayed there, looking at the sum of their mating and offspring. It seemed to confirm the fact that the female was once like him, a human given a new life and body. And despite the fact that it was so removed from his old one…did he really miss the hustle that came with humanity? It seemed to feel so far away, especially as the pair sat down to watch over their clutch. Being a parent meant little to a tortoise, but for him, it was a small consolation, taking pride in what they had created and wanting to see their birth through…