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“Sir please come back on the path! I’m gonna have to call security!” The skinny tour guide, Dennis, yelled to the retreating back of Frank as he awkwardly hopped over the guard rail that separated the walking path from the historical landmarks. Oh why did he always get the rowdy groups!?

“Quit whining! I paid for this tour, I want to see the good stuff up close!” The overweight, and over 60 year old tourist grumbled as he waded through the scrub bushes and red colored rocks.

Frank was from the cold American Northeast, and for his retirement he had decided to visit the Southwest for the first time. Specifically New Mexico and Arizona, due to the Breaking Bad show and the nearby Grand Canyon, and the hot air and higher elevation had certainly been a nice change. On this particular tour though, the group was visiting an ancient Native American ritual location called Maiden Rock, something to do with fertility in times of hardship or whatever, Frank hadn’t really been listening. But damnit, he paid to see actual sights, not just dink around squinting at something in the distance! To hell with what that scrawny kid had said, Frank was going to get his money’s worth! The balding old man was sweating through his t-shirt by the time he’d climbed up the sharp incline, but he’d made it! So where was this so called ‘Maiden Rock’?

“Sir! Please come back to the trail!” The voice of the tour guide called up to him, and Frank saw the scrawny boy struggling to make his way through the bushes after him. Behind the guide, still on the path, was the tour group, all of them staring up at Frank through their sunglasses. Frank rolled his eyes and turned back to the small plateau beneath the sandstone bluff, his eyes scanning for the famous stone he’d paid money to come see.

“Damn, where is the blasted thing!?” He huffed, feeling a bit more winded now that his adrenaline was wearing off. He wasn’t an young man anymore, and he may have pushed his body a little too hard, but he wasn’t giving up. Frank wandered around the rock-strewn clearing as he searched for something, anything that might look fantastical, but there wasn’t much beyond a lumpy boulder surrounded by smaller ones, all looking like, well, rocks. “Goddamn ripoff!” Frank huffed, and he took a seat on the largest of the boulders, hearing the tour guide come closer and closer as his heart pounded heavily against his flabby chest.

But then, time seemed to slow down, with the world’s colors, the red rocks and the bright blue sky fading to gray. The sound of the wind through the bushes and the cleft of the rocks, the tour guide’s loud panting and even Frank’s own breathing seemed muted, distant. All Frank could do was feel his heart pounding against his chest, as the northeasterner brought his left hand ever so slowly in front of him as he felt a tingling begin. Frank dumbly wondered if this was what it was like to have a heart attack as the tingling spread across his body. He didn’t realize it, but with the tingles came changes, his body beginning to shimmer as if it was reflected in the desert heat radiating off the rocks. The first change was his flabby, shapeless rear, the thin pair of shorts crinkling away as the flesh beneath molded itself into a new form. Years of flab vanished which each new tingle, the fat, the acne, the liver spots and crooked greasy hairs boiling away until all that was left was a perfect, rounded butt connected to flared hips that had been buried beneath love handles. The changes didn’t stop there, as the thunderous thighs and calves, lumpy from years of disuse sitting in a security booth, tightened up as the wrinkles were stretched taut, revealing flawlessly smooth, clear skin. Lengthy, long legs traveled down to a pair of feet that seemed chiseled from the stone surrounding Frank, feet that would have been much too small for the sandals the man had been wearing before they had shimmered out of existence. Frank’s stomach growled and beneath the tingles he felt an emptiness, warm but cavernous open up between his new legs, a warmth that tingled all on it’s own as the sun, wind and desert heat lightly kissed the new lips that hid just behind a well trimmed garden of black hair.

Frank shuddered as his stomach growled even louder, and he blinked in slow motion as his large, sweaty, and hair beer gut sucked into itself, the sweaty t-shirt he had been wearing falling to nothingness. Rolls of fat rolled inwards, his insides churning and gurgling as the tingles flowed upwards, leaving a smooth and much thinner abdomen in their wake. A tiny stud planted itself in the shallow divot, the only flaw in the smooth skin, thin abdomen he now possessed. The formerly overweight former man shuddered as his slobbish man-breasts began burning, and his enlarging nipples stood erect as the wiry hairs fell away from the rounding masses of pleasantly shaped fat that now sat comfortably and proudly on top of his torso. A moan finally escaped Frank’s lips as the changes continued ever upwards, a deep growl that grew ever lighter and airy into a feminine moan as every trace of masculinity was stripped from it. His fat, piggish face ached as the bones rearranged themselves, cheeks raising, nose shrinking, lips puffing and tightening, and ears burning as they reshaped his features into something much more pleasing to the eye. Frank blinked as the world, once blurry beyond a certain distance, became perfectly clear once more as the onset of old age was washed away from his irises.

The final changes were swift. His shoulders and spine, crooked, hunched and once squared popped and cracked as they drew backwards, the back acne, greasy hairs and pallid skin twitching and tightening across Frank’s shrinking skeleton, leaving him arching forward, his new breasts on full display. The His arms, flabby but with the traces of heavy labor elongated and thinned, whatever muscles they contained growing smaller with each passing second until they more or less matched Frank’s new legs. His hands, meaty paws that ended in gnarled, leathery sausages, simmered with heat as the bones snapped and re-knit into far smaller, slender forms, the scars of a long, harder life fading into perfectly smooth skin. Longer pink nails replaced blunt, chipped keratin, and Frank slow-mo wiggled his new digits as the final change began. Frank’s skull had barely clung to the short blonde hair, now gray, hair of his youth. Patches of bald scalp in random spots had necessitated the wearing of a hat for most of the security guard’s life, but from the ruins came new life. Like wild, unkempt vines, dark black hair sprouted from a bald pate that was riddled with liver spots, falling in deep, lush groves down Frank’s womanly neck and past his sleek shoulders, blowing in the warm desert breeze as a burning filled Frank’s head and his eyes were covered with multicolored floaters, changing from a graying blue to warm, deep pools of brown.

Dennis finally reached the top of the incline, his lanky, out of shape form bent over as he gasped for air. The stupid old man, why did he have to go and leave the group!? Why couldn’t have security done this instead!? Dennis was a tour guide, not a manhandler, he wasn’t built for this! Pushing his glasses back up onto his nose, Dennis pulled himself back up to his full height and took a deep breath, holding a wavering finger out towards...Fuzziness filled his head as his tour guide apparel shifted as a shimmering breeze blew past him and into the bushes, fading away into the desert air. Dennis felt a weight attach to his neck and free hand as he blinked the sudden dizziness away.

“Mmm, baby, finish taking the pictures so we can get back to the hotel room! This rock is making me all warm and…well…” Felicity giggled, biting her lower lip as she shivered with delight in the warm desert air. This was, like, so exciting! She had done nude photo shoots before but they’d always been indoors or in someone’s backyard. This was a public shoot out in the desert! And best of all, her fiancée was her photographer! It all just turned Felicity on, despite him clearly not looking like her type. Sure he was a bit of a nerd, but he was HER nerd. And he could work…other things just as well as his camera. She couldn’t wait to start a family with him.

“Um, oh, uh yeah! Um, right!” Dennis stuttered, earning another giggle from his betrothed, not realizing he’d changed as well. Gone was his tour guide uniform, and instead it had been replaced with well ventilated hiking gear and, of course, a duffel bag that was full of Felicity’s clothes and his camera equipment. He was lucky enough that his old supervisor had let he and Felicity come here to take some rather risky pictures. Dennis cleared his throat, cleaned the lens of his camera of any dust, and began snapping pictures.

Felicity posed for all of them, arching her back, cupping her pillowy breasts, crossing her perfect legs and baring it all, not caring of the crowd just below them. It was just her and her man, caught in the moment. Every passing moment that she spent posing against the large boulder, her desire grew and she was straining to keep her passion bottled up within her. The heat of the desert rocks was nothing compared to what was burning within her own furnace! At last the final shot was taken, and Dennis had barely put his camera down before Felicity was pressed against him, wrapping her legs around his and kissing him deeply and passionately.

"Babe, I...We...the hotel..." Dennis gasped between each deep kiss, barely aware that Felicity was already undoing as much of his clothing as she could while straddling him. But the former tour guide couldn't deny the raging boner that was pressing painfully against his pants.

“Forget the hotel, let’s do it here!” She moaned, guiding Dennis around to the other side of the rock. Felicity couldn’t wait any longer, she needed Dennis to fuck her brains out and put a baby in her! It was, after all, what a fucking hot maiden like her deserved!

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“Sir please come back on the path! I’m gonna have to call security!” The skinny tour guide, Dennis, yelled to the retreating back of Frank as he awkwardly hopped over the guard rail that separated the walking path from the historical landmarks. Oh why did he always get the rowdy groups!?

“Quit whining! I paid for this tour, I want to see the good stuff up close!” The overweight, and over 60 year old tourist grumbled as he waded through the scrub bushes and red colored rocks.

Frank was from the cold American Northeast, and for his retirement he had decided to visit the Southwest for the first time. Specifically New Mexico and Arizona, due to the Breaking Bad show and the nearby Grand Canyon, and the hot air and higher elevation had certainly been a nice change. On this particular tour though, the group was visiting an ancient Native American ritual location called Maiden Rock, something to do with fertility in times of hardship or whatever, Frank hadn’t really been listening. But damnit, he paid to see actual sights, not just dink around squinting at something in the distance! To hell with what that scrawny kid had said, Frank was going to get his money’s worth! The balding old man was sweating through his t-shirt by the time he’d climbed up the sharp incline, but he’d made it! So where was this so called ‘Maiden Rock’?

“Sir! Please come back to the trail!” The voice of the tour guide called up to him, and Frank saw the scrawny boy struggling to make his way through the bushes after him. Behind the guide, still on the path, was the tour group, all of them staring up at Frank through their sunglasses. Frank rolled his eyes and turned back to the small plateau beneath the sandstone bluff, his eyes scanning for the famous stone he’d paid money to come see.

“Damn, where is the blasted thing!?” He huffed, feeling a bit more winded now that his adrenaline was wearing off. He wasn’t an young man anymore, and he may have pushed his body a little too hard, but he wasn’t giving up. Frank wandered around the rock-strewn clearing as he searched for something, anything that might look fantastical, but there wasn’t much beyond a lumpy boulder surrounded by smaller ones, all looking like, well, rocks. “Goddamn ripoff!” Frank huffed, and he took a seat on the largest of the boulders, hearing the tour guide come closer and closer as his heart pounded heavily against his flabby chest.

But then, time seemed to slow down, with the world’s colors, the red rocks and the bright blue sky fading to gray. The sound of the wind through the bushes and the cleft of the rocks, the tour guide’s loud panting and even Frank’s own breathing seemed muted, distant. All Frank could do was feel his heart pounding against his chest, as the northeasterner brought his left hand ever so slowly in front of him as he felt a tingling begin. Frank dumbly wondered if this was what it was like to have a heart attack as the tingling spread across his body. He didn’t realize it, but with the tingles came changes, his body beginning to shimmer as if it was reflected in the desert heat radiating off the rocks. The first change was his flabby, shapeless rear, the thin pair of shorts crinkling away as the flesh beneath molded itself into a new form. Years of flab vanished which each new tingle, the fat, the acne, the liver spots and crooked greasy hairs boiling away until all that was left was a perfect, rounded butt connected to flared hips that had been buried beneath love handles. The changes didn’t stop there, as the thunderous thighs and calves, lumpy from years of disuse sitting in a security booth, tightened up as the wrinkles were stretched taut, revealing flawlessly smooth, clear skin. Lengthy, long legs traveled down to a pair of feet that seemed chiseled from the stone surrounding Frank, feet that would have been much too small for the sandals the man had been wearing before they had shimmered out of existence. Frank’s stomach growled and beneath the tingles he felt an emptiness, warm but cavernous open up between his new legs, a warmth that tingled all on it’s own as the sun, wind and desert heat lightly kissed the new lips that hid just behind a well trimmed garden of black hair.

Frank shuddered as his stomach growled even louder, and he blinked in slow motion as his large, sweaty, and hair beer gut sucked into itself, the sweaty t-shirt he had been wearing falling to nothingness. Rolls of fat rolled inwards, his insides churning and gurgling as the tingles flowed upwards, leaving a smooth and much thinner abdomen in their wake. A tiny stud planted itself in the shallow divot, the only flaw in the smooth skin, thin abdomen he now possessed. The formerly overweight former man shuddered as his slobbish man-breasts began burning, and his enlarging nipples stood erect as the wiry hairs fell away from the rounding masses of pleasantly shaped fat that now sat comfortably and proudly on top of his torso. A moan finally escaped Frank’s lips as the changes continued ever upwards, a deep growl that grew ever lighter and airy into a feminine moan as every trace of masculinity was stripped from it. His fat, piggish face ached as the bones rearranged themselves, cheeks raising, nose shrinking, lips puffing and tightening, and ears burning as they reshaped his features into something much more pleasing to the eye. Frank blinked as the world, once blurry beyond a certain distance, became perfectly clear once more as the onset of old age was washed away from his irises.

The final changes were swift. His shoulders and spine, crooked, hunched and once squared popped and cracked as they drew backwards, the back acne, greasy hairs and pallid skin twitching and tightening across Frank’s shrinking skeleton, leaving him arching forward, his new breasts on full display. The His arms, flabby but with the traces of heavy labor elongated and thinned, whatever muscles they contained growing smaller with each passing second until they more or less matched Frank’s new legs. His hands, meaty paws that ended in gnarled, leathery sausages, simmered with heat as the bones snapped and re-knit into far smaller, slender forms, the scars of a long, harder life fading into perfectly smooth skin. Longer pink nails replaced blunt, chipped keratin, and Frank slow-mo wiggled his new digits as the final change began. Frank’s skull had barely clung to the short blonde hair, now gray, hair of his youth. Patches of bald scalp in random spots had necessitated the wearing of a hat for most of the security guard’s life, but from the ruins came new life. Like wild, unkempt vines, dark black hair sprouted from a bald pate that was riddled with liver spots, falling in deep, lush groves down Frank’s womanly neck and past his sleek shoulders, blowing in the warm desert breeze as a burning filled Frank’s head and his eyes were covered with multicolored floaters, changing from a graying blue to warm, deep pools of brown.

Dennis finally reached the top of the incline, his lanky, out of shape form bent over as he gasped for air. The stupid old man, why did he have to go and leave the group!? Why couldn’t have security done this instead!? Dennis was a tour guide, not a manhandler, he wasn’t built for this! Pushing his glasses back up onto his nose, Dennis pulled himself back up to his full height and took a deep breath, holding a wavering finger out towards...Fuzziness filled his head as his tour guide apparel shifted as a shimmering breeze blew past him and into the bushes, fading away into the desert air. Dennis felt a weight attach to his neck and free hand as he blinked the sudden dizziness away.

“Mmm, baby, finish taking the pictures so we can get back to the hotel room! This rock is making me all warm and…well…” Felicity giggled, biting her lower lip as she shivered with delight in the warm desert air. This was, like, so exciting! She had done nude photo shoots before but they’d always been indoors or in someone’s backyard. This was a public shoot out in the desert! And best of all, her fiancée was her photographer! It all just turned Felicity on, despite him clearly not looking like her type. Sure he was a bit of a nerd, but he was HER nerd. And he could work…other things just as well as his camera. She couldn’t wait to start a family with him.

“Um, oh, uh yeah! Um, right!” Dennis stuttered, earning another giggle from his betrothed, not realizing he’d changed as well. Gone was his tour guide uniform, and instead it had been replaced with well ventilated hiking gear and, of course, a duffel bag that was full of Felicity’s clothes and his camera equipment. He was lucky enough that his old supervisor had let he and Felicity come here to take some rather risky pictures. Dennis cleared his throat, cleaned the lens of his camera of any dust, and began snapping pictures.

Felicity posed for all of them, arching her back, cupping her pillowy breasts, crossing her perfect legs and baring it all, not caring of the crowd just below them. It was just her and her man, caught in the moment. Every passing moment that she spent posing against the large boulder, her desire grew and she was straining to keep her passion bottled up within her. The heat of the desert rocks was nothing compared to what was burning within her own furnace! At last the final shot was taken, and Dennis had barely put his camera down before Felicity was pressed against him, wrapping her legs around his and kissing him deeply and passionately.

"Babe, I...We...the hotel..." Dennis gasped between each deep kiss, barely aware that Felicity was already undoing as much of his clothing as she could while straddling him. But the former tour guide couldn't deny the raging boner that was pressing painfully against his pants.

“Forget the hotel, let’s do it here!” She moaned, guiding Dennis around to the other side of the rock. Felicity couldn’t wait any longer, she needed Dennis to fuck her brains out and put a baby in her! It was, after all, what a fucking hot maiden like her deserved!