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Chapter 1, Day 0, Henan Province, The Peoples’ Republic of China

Ellie-May dreamt. Her mind filled with images of pornographic magazines,
videos, video booths, peep shows, ladies of the night and popular films
masturbated to. The leaves of pages with their photo and cartoon images
fluttered past her consciousness, until it alighted on an image which was
seized and  enlarged, and enlarged until it filled her entire mind’s eye.
The sub-title read "Manon des Sources".

The image was that of a young European woman whose face was one of striking
beauty. Then it faded away and there was nothing left except darkness.
Ellie May awoke with a start, and remembering the previous night’s events
with some alarm, looked around. The exquisite young Han woman was nowhere to
be seen. Around her she felt others stirring and moving. She brought her
hand up to her face, to brush away the long strawberry blonde strands that
covered her eyes. Then she remembered that she had never had strawberry
blonde strands of hair in her life. With a shriek she leapt to her feet and
ran out of the room careering into, and bouncing off the door frame as she
went through the doorway. On her way out she glimpsed the flowing black and
blonde hair of two women she had never seen, until then. Scrambling to
unearth the long mirror behind the door to her room, where it lay propped
against a mudbrick wall, she gazed at her image with profound
uncomprehending shock. Staring back at her was the profoundly puzzled
expression of a young woman who looked similar to Emmanuelle Beart, the
young French actress who had played the part of Manon in Manon Des Sources,
yet at the same time the face was distinguishably different. What stared
back at her was a far more beautiful woman whose physiognomy was basically
structured along those lines, but whose features were upgraded into an
almost ahumanly perfect design which served  to "pack" more beauty into them
than any human "Manon" could ever hope to achieve with mere DNA/RNA.
Therefore to say that she looked like "Manon" would be inaccurate. The face
staring back at her was a different face for which "Manon’s" beauty was the
crude prototype in comparison.

Wide round turquoise blue eyes set in a perfectly proportioned
high-cheek-boned face, with its elegant arches, contours, eyebrows,
exquisitely crafted chin, ears and nose stared back at her with a look of
gaping astonishment. The high perfectly proportional forehead was crowned by
the most lusciously beautiful mane of strawberry blonde hair Ellie-May had
ever seen. It glowed its radiant silky health even in the dim gray daylight
of a peasant village deep in the hinterland of China. The body was no less
perfect, perfect to the point never encountered in human DNA, fantasised
only about in cartoon drawings or "perfect" computer modellings by human
minds. The flawless perfection of her body revealed itself to her numb mind,
as she slowly passed the mirror over her frame.

She had increased in height from 5’4" to 5"10" and her body had achieved a
perfect balance between flesh and muscle, leaving her willowy, voluptuous
but simultaneously trim and taut, with lightly muscled sinews shimmering
under the flawless glowingly perfect creamy-peach smooth skin and lightly
cushioning flesh. Her arms were slender and perfectly formed with elegant
curvatures and smoothly proportional flesh. In any movement, nothing bulged,
it was all taut perfection. The elegant tracery of her collar bone structure
gave way to gently rounded shoulders and the graceful plain of smooth
unblemished creamy chest, which curved neatly upwards to form the perfect
roundels of her 38D sized breasts. Her perfectly rounded breast works
tapered flawlessly towards upwardly pointing cones, at an altitude of 45° to
the horizontal.

They looked as though they were yearning to escape the gravitational bounds
of her earth, in that they jutted out in an anti-gravitational escape
vector, the direction of which seemed as though they were being pulled
skyward at that  45° angle by precisely placed invisible skyhooks.

Atop these upwardly-pointed, taut cones, her twin cherry-brown nipples
seemed to probe forward in the same direction, sitting on the thick inverted
convex baseplates of their aureoles atop the cones, like thick stubby Heavy
Lift rockets straining into the air at the same 45° angle from the
horizontal as the cones upon which they rested. Her nipples and aureole were
quite thick, certainly far more thicker and durable than any human woman’s.
The looked like they could hose down a fire in a chemical factory, and the
rounded nubbin of the nipple filled the centre of her palm, as Ellie-May
cupped these breasts, so different to her former holdings.

The splendid undercurves of her breasts gave way to the flat ovoid concave
plain of her belly, flatter, than a salt pan in the Australian outback. Her
proportionally larger upper body tapered to a waist, the width of which was
to her eyes 25" (it was actually 24"). Her ribcage did not show as the
shapely curvature of her sides rounded her body under her breasts and then
dipped gracefully into the concave plain of her belly area. The taut waist
then flared out into well-rounded, tight, child-bearing hips, with their
cushioning yet firm fleshy voluptuousness. At the centre of her womaness lay
her pussy, but the mound here was far more prominent, the lips fair more
thicker and rubbery than any human woman’s. This quim was made for
industrial level fucking. Yet in all its fleshiness, its exquisitely crafted
perfection was quite evident. If her body and face seemed as if it had been
crafted by a master sculptor, then the splendidly crafted architecture of
her venereal architecture looked as though it had been crafted by the
jewelers of the gods themselves. Every lip, every curve, every texture was
perfect in its silkily velvet smoothness, the sculpted majestic lips,
nubbin, and cavities and graceful mons, looking like the rendition of the
kind of beauteous fountain tracery that would grace the spring of eternal
life.

This monumental carnal ode to ecstacy stood atop two statuesque, smooth,
lightly muscled thighs which tapered in tandem towards delicate kneecaps and
then flared slightly past perfectly proportional well-turned calves to
exquisitely formed soft pink feet. Turning her statuesque body around in a
graceful movement that was not her own, she saw that the twin butterball
mounds of her buttocks were no less perfectly sculpted or aligned as the
rest of her; with their soft muscular tightness, plunging down from her
divinely butter-smooth fall of back. Except for the slight bumps of her
shoulder blades and the soft indent marking the length of her spine, her
back was perfectly proportionally snowfield smooth. She noticed that her
hair fell down to just where her delicate small of back was located.

In a movement which surprised her, she suddenly bent down, her finely-spun
golden-red tresses sweeping the floor, and pulled her gleamingly unblemished
buttocks apart with two finely crafted long-fingered and gracefully
proportioned hands. Something in her mind made her want to look at her
asshole. Nestling in the splendid valley between her buttcheeks, she saw an
delicately hued light purply brown asshole which looked like a tightly
engineered eye-valve, similar to a human’s asshole except that this anus
completely occupied the centre of a rubbery-rimmed crater, which was higher
by a millimeter or two than the surrounding surface area of the gluteal
valley. Pulling her cheeks apart further raised the crater and the lower
surrounding valley surface until the edge of the purple-brown hued crater
and the muscular anus within it were level with the surface of her buttocks.
It crossed Ellie-May’s mind that, perhaps, this was to ensure that no cock,
tongue or other instrument could be prevented by the usual gluteal barrier
of rounded ass from plunging all the way in to the very hilt. The anus
looked powerful enough to take a firehose, hold it, chew it up and then spit
out as steel shards and hose threads. "Hmmm, wonder why I need that",
thought Ellie-May, in bemused wonder.

After surveying her powerful fundament, her eyes glanced towards her
aesthetically perfect pussy. The tendrils of her thick lips were flexing and
clenching as the muscular barrel of her vagina pulsed open and closed, the
entrance surrounded by a thick muscular rubbery rim. "Mmmm, not as powerful
as my quim, but I don’t imagine anyone will get out of there in a hurry",
she mused. Her clitoris was the size of a medium sized pearl. She noticed
with surprise that there was no clitoral hood.

Neither, for that matter was there any pubic hair, except for a light patch
of curly blonde hair, the colour of lightly burnt caramel, resplendent in a
tight cornered "V" shaped patch which lay millimeters away in a perfectly
straight-line from the apex of her outer pussy lips. Other than that and her
glorious mane of head hair, her entire body was perfectly hairless, smooth
and exquisitely unblemished with a skin a creamy-peach in colour. She stood
up and promptly had a panic attack. "My God, what has happened to me", she
thought, "how will I live like this ? Who will recognise me ? How did this
happen ?"

The panic unleashed by her visible transformation led Ellie-May to grab her
suitcase and begin packing in a blind rush to escape her surroundings. "Good
morning, Ellie-May ?" The voice with its perfectly modulated English tones
caused her to spin around in fear. What met her eyes was a woman’s whose
face and physique was no less abnormally stunning as her own, but whose face
was different, whose hair was golden blonde and whose twinkling blue-green
eyes held a note of exasperation.

"Who are you ?", Ellie-May screeched at this apparition.

"I am…I think at least that was what I formerly was…that is Mr Lijun", the
lovely figure answered, her eyebrows knitting in a graceful curlicue of
puzzlement. "But now I am a European woman. I do not understand what has
happened, some dark magic, I do not doubt. The magic has affected my wife,
and it seems both my sons. Anyway, we cannot stay here. The village will be
awake already and we can no longer live among them, as they would not
recognise us, but think that we are demons…which we may be.." The blonde’s
dulcet tones trailed away, and Ellie-May noticed that her voice appeared
inside her own mind even though the blonde woman’s lips were moving. It only
appeared as though she was making sound.

"But where can we go ?", Ellie-May asked, a note of quiet desperation
creeping into her "voice". "I do not know", the blonde hybrid answered, "but
my family and I are leaving now to make our way into the hinterlands and to
escape our the torment of our village. I suggest you put on some clothes and
pack your backpack and be gone, not long after we leave. Someone will knock
on our door, I am sure, when midmorning comes. They will want to know why we
are not yet in the fields."

"Can I come with you ?", Ellie-May asked, hopefully. The blonde nymph shook
her head. "I do not think that would be wise. We are running for the deep
hinterland of China, the wilderness where Russia meets China. You are still
an American. You must try and get back to America."

"But what do I have there ?", Ellie-May asked in despair, "No one will
recognise me". It suddenly dawned on her that her husband was coming to pick
her up in two weeks time, and that he would certainly not recognise her or
what she had become. Indeed he would believe, like the transformed Chinese
peasant in front of her, that she had been possessed by the devil and had
taken on the form of a demon, a succubus from the look of what she had
materialised into. She, herself, would not rule out that possibility as her
mind roiled with the consequences of what she had altered into. She could
not even pass through customs. She looked nothing like the photograph on her
current passport. This meant that she was effectively stateless. <You must
leave immediately, and head by foot for Hong Kong>

"Thats it !" she thought, "I must leave immediately for Hong Kong by foot".
The prospect of the long arduous journey ahead caused her lower lip to
tremble in dread. "But what will I eat ?" she worried. <You need not worry,
you can hitch lifts on trucks and trains traveling in that direction. You
will have the means to pay your way, and you will not go hungry for long>

"I don’t really need to worry", she thought, "there are plenty of trucks and
trains going in that direction. They will give me a lift, and I am sure I
will be able to find some food." <Leave your suitcase behind and just take
your papers and money, and the clothes you will wear during the day> "I am
sure that I will find my way to a US Embassy in Shanghai quite quickly. My
luggage will just slow me down. I need to be gone before Luke gets here, and
to try and get rid of the demon possessing my soul. Then I can return to the
states and resume my life", she mentally calculated.

Coming out of her reverie she noticed that the blonde and, it seemed,
everyone else in the house had left. She quickly dressed in a long dress
which now hung loosely on her tauter frame. This problem was solved by the
use of a scarf as a belt. None of her underwear fit her anymore. <Do not
worry, you do not need any more clothes. Your breasts do not show. You do
not need to put on that Mickey Mouse T-shirt to hide anything. You know, the
shirt you and Luke bought at Disney World before they let those gay people
in, and you in submission to your husband’s servant leadership refused to
return to.>

Looking critically at herself in the mirror, it did not seem to Ellie-May
that her breasts with their disgustingly large nipples and obscenely sized
prominence, showed at all. "Mmmm, I don’t need that T-shirt after all", she
thought. <you will not feel any cold> "I don’t think I’ll feel cold at this
time of year during the day, maybe not even at night. By then, I will have
found shelter", she mused silently to herself as she tucked her dollar
travelers cheques and passport into her dress pocket with one slim hand.
With this accomplished, she set off, sneaking out of the village, with the
loud barking of the mangy village hounds bidding her farewell.




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