Oceanic Amazons [Party Girls to Warrior Women TF]

Tier Reward for Cyndra

Three beautiful, exotic women find themselves magically transformed into Amazonian women while exploring an uncharted island.

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It was a perfect day in the South Pacific, a luxury yacht cut through the water, carrying three college women with more time than direction on its deck. 

"¡Coño!" snapped Sofia Delgado, watching as her designer sunglasses slipped into the depths.

Her golden hair whipped in the salty wind, as she leaned overboard and debated whether or not to dive in after them for a moment before shrugging and deciding just to buy another pair. She was the daughter of a Miami real estate mogul and looked the part, except when she cursed like a sailor.

"Language," mumbled her companion, Kimi Takanawa. 

She was barefoot, sprawled out under the warm sun, exposing her dark olive skin to the sky. Despite her looks and name, Kimi was as American as they came, having been born in the States and lived there with her mother her whole life, not wanting to commute back and forth to Tokyo like her father. Waif thin, a classic oriental beauty, she was a stark contrast to the third member of their trio. 

Tamara Tiller was sprawled across a beanbag chair with a bottle of vodka soda. Round, curvy and utterly radiant, she relaxed on a beanbag chair, with her head cushioned by her thick afro as she sipped at the drink, watching Sofia’s distress with amusement. 

Tamara wasn't sure where her fortune came from; her parents owned so many companies that it was hard to keep track. It had been her idea for them all to come out here on a gap year, sailing the blue ocean in luxury. It had sounded exciting, and it was, for the first few weeks, but now things were starting to get dull. There was only so much to do on a boat, even if every day was picture-perfect weather. 

“I’m so bored.” Tamara announced, “I can only rink and sunbathe for so long, you know.”

“She’s right.” Sofia huffed, “We need to do something exciting, are there any ports ‘round here? I could do with a nice nightclub and maybe a fella.”

She giggled and Kimi rolled her eyes, knowing Sofia, three ‘fellas’ wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her. She checked the GPS and frowned.

“Nothing in a day's sail.”

Sofia pouted. 

“Hey, it was your idea to go off the beaten track.” Tamara groaned, “You said uncharted islands would be exciting.”

“They would be, if we were exploring them!” Sofia replied.

“With all those bugs? No guide, no resort? You’d be back on the ship in five minutes flat.”

“Like you’d last any longer.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Kimi watched her two friends grinning at each other and sighed; it was only a matter of time before they were heading toward an island, picked at random, to see which of them would win this little bet. Kimi eyed Tamara’s flip flops and Sofia’s heels; she didn’t bother grabbing any shoes herself, this wouldn’t take long. 

They stepped onto the white sand of the island and eyed the thick, tropical jungle ahead of them. Kimi smirked, watching both Tamara and Sofia look to each other, obviously hoping the other would chicken out. 

“Ladies first, then,” Sofia said, flicking her hair over her shoulder and wobbling her way across the sand in her heels.

“Why are you in the lead, then?” Tamara giggled, following on after. 

The three of them got about five minutes into the jungle before their pace slowed to a crawl. The place was thick with vines that had them all tripping and stumbling. Kimi watched from the back, hoping that one of them would cave soon when a tropical bird fluttered past her head with a squawk and sent her reeling. She fell, ripping a wall of vines as she went, and landing heavily against the hard ground, ass in the air, much to Tamara and Sofia’s delight. 

“Ow! You guys suck!”

Kimi rubbed her head and knees. There were much better ways to get bruised knees than to go traipsing through the jungle. That club and a few guys were sounding better by the minute. Kimi pushed herself up, expecting the click of Sofia’s phone taking photos but instead the two other women were staring at something behind her.

“Oh God, is there some sort of snake?” Kimi whimpered, turning with dread only to find a stone wall. 

Not a plain wall though; something was engraved on it, a crude image of women with giant spears chasing what looked like a group of sailors into the sea. The paint was faded, but Kimi could still make out a few chips of colour where the mural had once been painted. 

“Woah! It’s like, an ancient picture.” Sofia gasped, “Do you think we’ll be famous? What if this is some sort of lost civilisation!”

“If discovering a lost civilisation doesn’t get us an instant pass in history, I don't know what will.” Tamra nodded, “We should look for more!”
“But it's so gross out here,” Kimi whined, “Can’t we just go back to the boat and call somebody else to discover this? It’s probably not even real. Some kids' idea of a joke.”

“Look at this place, nobody has been here in forever.” Tamara replied, “Come on, let’s just go a little deeper into the jungle, it’s not like we can get lost, eventually we’ll hit the other side of the island.”

“Unless,” Sofia grinned, “You’re scared.”

Kimi pouted, she could already imagine the torture of being stuck on their yacht for another few months with Tamara and Sofia teasing her about being a baby. No, thank you.

“I’m not scared. I’m just... cautious. There’s a difference.”

Sofia just blew a raspberry at her and continued to strut through the jungle.

“Come on, babe.” Said Tamara, “What’s the worst that could happen? We find some cool rocks and take a few selfies.”

Kimi rolled her eyes and dusted herself off before following; no way was she missing out. They followed the mossy wall, winding along what might have once been a stone pathway. Tamra continued poking at walls and lifting vines, revealing yet more murals. 

They depicted tall, muscular women with wild hair and fierce eyes, almost always in battle. In one carving, a group of them were riding enormous jaguar-like beasts. In another, they were standing atop a cliff, watching a burning ship sink into a stormy sea.

“They’re like, Amazons,” Sofia whispered. 

“They can't be,” Tamara replied, “Amazons are from, y’know, the Amazon? Not the Pacific.”

“Maybe this was like, a splinter tribe or something?” Sofia offered. “Like, they took a wrong turn and just... settled here?”

“Sure,” Kimi said sarcastically. “Just casually sailed all the way here from Brazil.”

Sofia looked like she was about to argue when they turned a corner and they all fell silent. There, nestled in the green of the jungle, was a temple, flanked by cracked statues of warrior women with jewels for eyes. 

“Oooh I bet those are worth a fortune,” Sofia whispered. 

“We have to be the first people here in forever, or those would be gone. Okay... this is officially insane,” Tamara said, “Do we... go in?”

Sofia’s eyes glittered. “Duh.”

“Nope. No way. Absolutely not,” Kimi said, backing up. “This is how horror movies start. First, we find something ancient and spooky. Then, we touch something we’re not supposed to and boom—ghost curse, ancient death goddess, or we get possessed. Point is, right now a whole cinema would be yelling at us to turn around and go back to the boat.”

“Oh my god, do you ever relax?” Sofia laughed.

Tamara squinted toward the entrance. “Guys… do you feel that?”

They all stopped for a second, they could. A strange thumping, like the bass from a club. It was faint, but the rhythmic sound of drums beating was echoing up from the open door to the temple. Kimi’s eyes widened. 

“Nope. Nu-uh. This is the part where I leave you two idiots to die.”

But even she had to admit there was something entrancing about that sound. Without even meaning to, she started to walk forward, and the three of them descended into the temple. Inside, the temple walls were cool and damp, and moss clung to every surface. And at the heart of it, past a collapsed hallway, was a large room with an altar. A perfectly round dais rose from the centre of the room. Upon it sat a stone orb, made of pure black stone, engraved with gold. The drumming sound seemed to somehow be emanating from it. 

The murals on the walls seemed clearer to closer the group got, despite the darkness. It was like invisible fire was lighting up the room, bathing the images of the powerful warrior women in a warm orange glow. Deep down, they all knew what was happening was wrong, but those drums were so entrancing they couldn’t move away. 

“What is it?” Kimi whispered, looking at the orb.
“I don’t know…But I bet it’s worth a lot!” Sofia grinned, and before either of the other women could stop her, she picked it up.

“No!”

They both screamed and flinched only for…nothing to happen. Sofia threw back her head and laughed.

“Oh my God! Your faces! It’s just a pretty rock guys. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I dunno, you released an evil spirit or something.” Tamara blushed, “It’s a spooky artefact in an ancient temple!”

“This isn’t Indiana Jones.” Sofia rolled her eyes. “I am gonna get so much money for this!”

She did a little dance of delight, holding up the orb above her head with a wide grin, only to freeze. Kimi and Tamara looked at her in concern. 

“Sofia?”

“What is it?”

“The orb is…shaking?”

It was, the black stone that seemed to be vibrating in Sofia’s fingers, making her hands tingle. Just as she was about to drop it, a light formed at the orb's centre and exploded outwards, dazzling them all. They all blinked, and Sofia lowered the orb, balancing it on her hip so she could rub her eyes with a free hand. When her vision cleared, she screamed.

“It’s a rock!”

Tamara scoffed, blinking away the glare. 

“It was always a Rock you-Oh.”

Sofia was right; what had been polished black a moment ago was now nothing more than a regular rock. Grey, and rough. 

“Oh no! What happened! This is so unfair!”

“Uh…Sofia?”

“I was gonna be rich! Well, richer.”

“Sofia…”

“Ugh, nothing ever goes my way!”
“Sofia!”

“Oh my God, Tamara, what?”
“...Your…butt.”

“My butt? What about it-ahhhHH!”

Sofia dropped the rock and slapped both palms against her swelling ass cheeks. They were getting bigger, but also harder and more muscular. Her hips clicked as they stretched further outwards, and her thighs began to thicken. The light olive of her skin slowly darkened as her legs stretched, making her grow to almost seven feet in height. Her bikini didn't stand a chance; it ripped at the seams, falling off her in pieces. 

“What’s happening?” She cried.

“I don’t know!” Tamara groaned, “But I think it’s happening to me too…”

Tamara’s already ample bust was swelling to truly huge proportions, far bigger than even her curvy frame could support. She cupped the huge orbs growing from her chest and groaned; it felt oddly satisfying feeling them stretch and swell. Even if her back was starting to protest, and her bra snapped. She tried in vain to cover herself, but her tank top didn’t fare any better. It tore, and Tamara clutched the largest pieces of fabric to her chest to try and keep her hardening nipples covered. Then, thankfully, the rest of her body started to respond; she grew taller, her frame wider, and her arms thickened and turned muscular. 

Even Kimi was feeling it now. Her waif-like, thin frame thickened, muscles bulging, and her skin darkened further, and she bulked up. All of them were getting taller and buff. Muscles bulged as the three party girls slowly transformed into busty, beautiful Amazonian warrior women. 

Kimi moaned, feeling her pert, pretty ass turn taut with muscle and double in size. Her thighs bulged as they thickened, and she was forced to lean over, bracing her hands on her legs. That only made her newly heavy breasts more noticeable as they hung from her chest, and she blushed. The others were changing just as much, but that didn’t make things less embarrassing. They were all struggling to hold back their moans; the pain of muscles stretching, followed by the strange pleasure of their new bodies, was so confusing. 

“Kimi’s straight hair began to curl, and Sofia’s blond locks turned dark. Kimi flipped back her hair, feeling the curly tresses cascade down her now bare back. Her clothing was in shreds on the floor. 

Now naked, the three women stumbled back; each of them now standing at almost seven feet tall, with muscular, curvaceous builds, dark olive skin and dark wavy hair. Kimi was still the smallest, with a build closer to that of a gymnast. Tamara still had the biggest curves and thighs that could make any man blush, and Sofia, once a blonde bombshell, was now the epitome of a South Pacific beauty who spent every day at the gym. 

“Oh my God…” Sofia gasped, “We’re…how?”

“We’re just like them.” Tamara gaped, looking at the women painted on the walls.

Kimi turned on her heels, examining her new body with fascination.

“I feel so strong…this feels great!”

None of them felt any shame at being naked; if anything, they all felt empowered. These beautiful bodies didn't need to be hidden from the world. Carefully, Sofia picked up the now plain stone orb and put it back on the pedestal. She still didn’t quite know what it did, but it felt important. 

“Do we…go back to the ship?” She said finally.

Tamara shrugged, her great shoulders rising and falling like stone slabs. 

“I guess.”

As they stepped out of the temple, though, the wind blew through their hair, and all three of them stopped. As the sun dipped behind the treeline, casting the temple in a golden glow, the weathered old stone looked almost beautiful. For a moment, it was easy to imagine how grand it had once been here. Kimi flexed her fingers as if they were still new to her. 

“I used to be afraid of breaking a nail. Now? I think I could bend steel.”

“We could bend steel,” Sofia grinned, “All of us. Feels kinda…wrong to go sunbathing on that puny yacht when we look like this.”

Tamara looked up at the temple behind them with an oddly contemplative look on her face. 

“Do you guys feel it too? Like we were meant to be here... like this?”

The other two nodded, and Kimi spoke. 

“What if we didn’t go back? What if this is our life now?”

A heavy silence fell between them, not of doubt, but recognition. The choice had already been made. The temple had awakened something ancient in them. Something primal and almost…divine. It didn’t feel right to abandon it now. 

“We can start over,” Sofia grinned. “We’ll make a new tribe to protect this place. Honour it. We can grow something wild and beautiful here.”

Tamara grinned. “Warrior queens?”

“No,” Sofia shook her head, “Warrior sisters.”

As if sensing their decision, the stone carvings shimmered under the setting sun, years of dirt and grime magically fading away as the temple began to restore itself. The island had found its first new daughters. 

But they wouldn’t be the last.