Based on a series of images done for me by the always amazing Rivalmit. https://sfw.furaffinity.net/user/rivalmit

These images come from a series of stories from me. Give them a look! Please?
A New Purpose: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28061365/
Relentless Waves: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42312457/

“Mother hen!” Luna shouted in the reedy sing-song voice produced by her neck after slamming her head into the ceiling of the shared cabin once more to the racket of cracking plaster. She needed to ask the blank gold eyed aliens to make the rooms larger again. You would think they would know what size was needed by now when some of the others who’d been in the camp months longer were taller than the trees of the island homebase.

She shifted her weight on her huge stompy feet and bent over to free the crushed spines growing from the sides of her head and curve of her neck from the ceiling. The hybrid woman winced as plaster fell into her eye and dusted the lengthening cheekbone jutting out from the dog mouth thing her nose was shrinking into.

At least she didn’t have to feel her woe-be-gone pinky toe signal its death cries any longer. The bones and tendons had finally reshaped just as her hands had. Down one digit on each. But that sense of dissolution had now been replaced with the increasing push of her body’s frame outward in every direction.
Her spine felt like it was being pulled in both directions by tow trucks, and every day or so, she was graced by the sensation of her vertebrae multiplying. Often with a sudden and complete loss of muscle control as new bundles of nerves were added to her spinal cord. It was also not uncommon at this point for Luna to be decimeters taller and hundreds of kilograms heavier after each day.

Too much pineapple and Spam on the seven extra-large pizzas she ate every day, maybe. Or maybe it was the thirteen gallons of alcohol she drank per diem. Or the forty pounds of Ahi she had just had between her last two pizzas.

Anyway, something that certainly was not growing any larger, after another brief burst to keep up with her size, were her melons! All the fat was draining out of them! And, with whatever the hell it was that happened between her legs, she was certainly feeling less and less a mammal with each new day. Trying to hold her makeshift dressings up on her body were starting to become a pointless exercise.

She didn’t know where the dividing line between needing to be clothed or not lay. The half-woman half-leviathan suspected somewhere in the twilight zone. Or, perhaps, she needed to stop speaking and start squeaking like the winged dragons before the censors would back off. Luna the Lunatic was about tired of conforming to others’ ideas of right or wrong. She was inclined to believe that social arbiters would lose interest in her anatomy when men no longer felt arousal at her image. But she certainly had thoughts on that! Did the Amazons care about their proud breasts being shown? Hell no!

And it’s not like she’s compatible with humans anymore either. She had checked and been thoroughly disappointed by the size and shape of the confused but willing man she had chosen because he looked somewhat cute with a blowhole on the back of his head and no nose. Before his teeth had turned into baleen and he’d rushed to the water’s edge to turn into a humpback whale or something, anyway. She didn’t know, really, as the last thing she’d ever seen of him, other than his graying naked ass and flailing pectoral fins running for the water, was a widespread tail fluke slapping the ocean before slipping beneath the surface.

At least he could enjoy somewhat cleaner water around the island. Her pet project of organizing the other sea serpents to skim the trash and clean the reefs was beginning to bear fruit. The aliens had even shown her how to compress any collected plastic into new forms using space lasers that they swore humanity was capable of building within twenty years!