On the surface, Cecil was your run-of-the-mill, mild-mannered guy: kind, respected and well-liked… but that wasn’t what he strived for. Regardless of such feelings, he lived in a small town, and no matter how unfair, he lived and died by how the tight-knit community viewed him. Cecil wasn’t afraid of a little partying, getting drunk in public- DUIs were practically a badge of honor were he came from- but there were certain traditional expectations he needed to abide by that prevented him from fully letting loose, even at the cost of truly being himself. That’s where the Medallion came in- to finally free him. By utter happenstance, he had unearthed the Medallion of Zulo while trekking out in the woods with his metal detector, and it only took a few minutes for Cecil to discover the full extent of power he now wielded. Medallion still in hand, he reached down to pick up another detected trinket- a simple chain necklace- and was unexpectedly given a small jolt for his troubles. Not enough to hurt, but what came next was rather shocking: inspecting the necklace, he suddenly dropped it back onto the dirt, noticing how his tanned, sturdy hands had become slim, daresay dainty. He wiggled them in disbelief. This was was not a trick of the light… Cecil’s hands were unmistakably those of a woman…

*CRACK* Cecil, distracted by his smaller hands, allowed the rest of his transformation to go unnoticed, at least until now. The feeling of his bones shifting and reshaping was unexpected, and he doubled over in surprise, a tangle of auburn hair now crowding his sight-line. His skull shrunk, yet his eyes grew a bit larger, now able to see much clearer, colors appearing more vibrant. Ribs and collarbone collapsed inward as his hips flared out (and out. And out.), giving him a distinct hourglass figure. Finally, with a mortifying slurp, Cecil’s manhood was gone. Just like that, he was now a fully biological woman.

In the aftershocks of his transformation, Cecil’s shirt had stretched out, a tear or two at most, but it was elastic enough to accommodate the insane bust staring him right in the face. The same could not be said about what was occurring in his lower half. Gaining such a such an impressive bubble butt in such little time was too much for Cecil’s jeans to handle. The denim was beginning to pinch at his sensitive skin- the only pain he had felt during this whole experience- so he had no choice but to pull them down to his ankles before his butt expanded further.

Understandably overwhelmed by the ordeal, Cecil slumped onto a nearby rock for support. Staring out into the horizon, giant ass exposed to the cool, wild air, he took stock of his situation. This wasn’t what he expected when he went out hiking that day, but perhaps this was exactly what Cecil needed.