At any other time, the lush island would have been an ideal place for a vacation, but getting lost in the jungle had dampened the pair’s spirit.

“She said she would be back Narusegawa,” Keitaro offered as he was dragged through the foliage.

“We don’t need her help, it only took ten minutes to walk to the beach!” Naru insisted, already in a foul mood. “Probably fell asleep somewhere anyway,” She muttered.

“I think we’ve been walking longer than that,” Keitaro mumbled to himself. Visiting Mutsumi’s home had been a great way for a cheap vacation. She had taken them out to a nearby beach, winding them through the dense jungle. Keitaro had a feeling Mutsumi had left them alone on purpose, using the promise of returning with a picnic lunch as an excuse. It had been going great too, until he said the wrong thing and gotten Naru mad at him. “Maybe we should go back to the beach and just wait for her. I’m sure she’ll be back,” He suggested delicately.

“It’s fine! I’m following the trail back the same way we came,” She bit out, coming to a stop under the draping leaves of a palm.

“I don’t see any trail...” Keitaro whispered a little too loudly.

“You don’t think I can do that either?” Naru grumbled angrily, spinning to face him.

“No no, I didn’t mean that,” Keitaro apologized. Already he was regretting the argument back on the beach.

“The house is right past that tree, anyone could follow this trail,” Naru declared, turning to tramp off. A she tried to take a step away something pulled her up short, and she found herself stumbling backward into Keitaro. “Let go idiot!” She growled, pushing at his chest.

“I’m not...” He started. Something felt strange. He felt a little dizzy.

“What is...” Naru looked down in surprise. The softness under her hand was growing. Her eyes widened as she watched Keitaro’s chest push out. She looked up at him. His features were smoothing out, becoming more slender. Naru stepped back in surprise, pulling her hand away from the soft bump.

Keitaro looked over his new curves as they developed. They didn’t quite fit into his clothes, tightening in all the right areas. A spot on his back itched a little as his figure filled out. He looked down in worry as his breasts thrust out. His tank-top did nothing to hide the generous cleavage that was getting deeper by the moment. Staggering a little, he moaned girlishly at a flush of heat rushing through him. The source had been obvious, even though the space between his legs seemed quite empty now. Blinking slowly, he looked over his new, well-rounded female form. His confused look really did make him Mutsumi’s spitting image. “I...” He couldn’t figure out what to say.

“Y-you’re a girl!” Narusegawa sputtered, finishing his thought.

Too anxious to even touch himself, Keitaro stood still for a moment in the flickering shadows of the tropical forest. Suddenly something tugged him from behind, slowly but steadily lifting him by the seat of his now ill fitting pants. He waved his arms, grabbing at anything he could. Failing to get a hold of anything he swung back and forth just slightly.

“What are you-EEEP!” Naru began to comment, before being hoisted up just inches off the jungle floor. Her arms pin-wheeled as she fell forward. She could feel tension below the small of her back, and craned her neck to see what held her up. Right at the base of her tailbone was a brownish-green vine. “What the hell is this?!” She tried to swipe at it, but just couldn’t get any leverage from her hanging position. For her efforts she swung herself solidly right into a nearby tree trunk. Shaking off the daze from the impact, she muttered angrily,  “Do something Keitaro!”

“What am I suppose to do?” The new girl exclaimed helplessly, breasts jiggling to and fro from her struggles, clearly unrestricted.

“This is all your fault!” Naru spat as they were drawn slowly higher.

Keitaro’s clothes seemed to be getting looser, and it was getting harder to move. The two girls found themselves bent further into their doubled-over state. Naru continued to fight even as their skin began to darken into a wooden shade. She stopped for a moment, blushing as she realized her clothes were starting to slip off her body. She tried to keep hold of them, keeping her legs together. Fighting against her stiffening neck, she looked over at Keitaro. Immediately her blush darkened, seeing the other girl had completely failed and now hung completely bare. “What kind of perverted tree is this?!” She shouted at the empty jungle.

The girls squirmed, curling up tightly. Naru gave little grunts of effort from her struggle, gasping when her clothes finally fell to the ground. Keitaro only gave a little moan. Naru reddened at the position she hung in. Her only consolation was that Keitaro couldn’t see how her backside stuck out, her petite lips peeking out from between her firmly closed legs. Limbs began to lose their definition, melding into the girls’ bodies as they lost mass.

Suddenly, Naru felt warm flesh pressing against her back. “G-get off!” She cried weakly, renewing her struggle against her unwitting partner. Keitaro only whimpered as the two were pressed into each other. Summoning up the last of her waning strength, Naru bucked against Keitaro as hard as she could. “I SAID GET-MM!” Naru’s eyes popped wide open as her momentum brought her straight back at her partner, their lips coming together at just the right angle. Her blush was so dark it was obvious even on her newly dark, wooden complexion. She stared into Keitaro’s equally frightened eyes, suddenly far more distressed at the kiss than the unusual changes flowing through them both. Their tense lips started to soften. Naru hesitantly gave in, and their awkward contact slowly grew more intimate. She sighed imperceptibly in contentment, as the kiss grew deeper.

The palm urged them together slowly, and soon the two girls began to grow into one complete pair. They began to lose their shape in earnest, and with it most of their senses. What little was left of Naru would have bit her lip at the warm jungle breeze teasing her exposed sex. The girls mirrored each other as any sign of their bodies disappeared between their joined forms. Their wiggling came to an end, as they were pulled high into the jungle canopy. They hardened up, unable to move anymore as the tree fully accepted its new elements. All that was left of the two was a simple palm nut, slightly different from the rest hanging around them. Each side sported the curved shape of a feminine behind and just a hint of thighs, surrounding a tender slit.

***

Time was hard to tell, but in reality it was not very long at all before there was movement in the jungle.

Mutsumi stepped out of the bush, looking just a little tired. She yawned, looking around the small clearing. She’d been on her way back to the beach when she thought she had heard Naru’s voice. Instead she found their clothes, still lying where they’d fallen. “Oh my! Urashima-kun...” She blushed, assuming the obvious.

However her first thought was quickly chased away as she felt something. Reaching behind her back, she pulled up a vine. Looking at it for a moment, her eyes widened in realization. She looked up in the tree, squinting a little. Quickly she spied its new addition. She clapped her hands together with a warm smile. “You’ve found your own place on the island, that’s wonderful!” Mutsumi beamed. Putting down the bundle of food, she began to climb the tree. Joining the new piece of palm fruit up in the canopy, she ran a hand along their smooth, resilient curves. Slipping a finger down Naru’s valley, she could tell the girl’s frustration was cooled by the affectionate touch. She rubbed gently along the firm lips for quite awhile. Soon the pliable spot began to soften. She worked her finger between them gradually. It was very tight, but loosened a little under Mutsumi’s smooth touch. With a grin, she leaned over to give just a tiny lick. She could taste Naru’s unmistakable fiery attitude mixed with the sweet palm. Though there was no outward sign, the pleasure ran through the former girl, along with an entirely new sensation leaking over into Keitaro’s mind.

She was sure to pay thorough attention to Naru, but it wasn’t too long before her hand finally trailed around to Keitaro’s side. “This must be even newer for you,” She giggled at the nut, her hand roaming teasingly around its round shape. She felt a certain familiarity as she found the taut lips at the center. “I wonder if that’s how I look...” She mused to the palm nut. If they could have heard her, they might have wondered where her apparent experience came from. She nearly lost track of time as she played with Keitaro, delighting at the sensations each touch caused. It took almost no time at all to coax her open, but Mutsumi still took her time exploring the soft white fold. She was rewarded with a much more silky flavor, savoring Keitaro’s kind and tender nature. It was Naru’s turn to feel the echo of their blended feelings. In her own way, she was able to taste Keitaro’s bliss. The flavorful emotions flowed into her as Mutsumi continued to enjoy the sweet, milky lips. Every tiny flood presented Naru with more about her new permanent companion than she ever would have considered.

Eventually Mutsumi was broken out of her daze by something. She reached back, holding up the vine again. “Now now, I can’t spend any time with you now. I’ll have to be around to take care of my friends,” She patted the vine gently. It hung limply from the tree as she let go.

Mutsumi slid down carefully, licking her lips at the lingering taste of her friends. She smiled back up at them as she gathered their clothes. “Don’t worry, I’ll come by every day. Sooner or later you’ll be ripe enough to harvest, and then we can plant you!” She waved, disappearing back the way she came. She couldn’t wait to come back.

The palm nut couldn’t hear her leave. All they knew was the warm sensation gradually spreading through them from the girl’s intimate attention. In fact, it would be the only thing they’d know for a long time, and they wouldn’t complain, even if they could.