Carnivale Dreams

"You are ready, my dear." Kala says proudly. "Now it is my turn to change." She leaves you to your reflection, letting your feminine pride blossom as you watch yourself. You see the curves of your new form and the idea of moving to the music excites you more than it did the day before. Yesterday you were just a simple man learning the rhythm, but this new body was made to sway to the beat of drums. You don't know how long you stand there, but eventually Kala comes to stand next to you, her own silver and blue outfit just as dazzling as yours. "It's time for the queens to take the parade by storm!" She declares. You silently agree, ready for whatever the day brings you.

Chapter 3

When you and Kala walk downstairs to the street, there is a sleek black SUV waiting in front of her building. A man wearing a tailored black pinstripe suit holds the door. Kala kisses his cheek and you blush at the thought of doing the same. You decide against it, but watch as she slides into the car and swings her creamy legs in behind her. You follow her example and note how natural it feels, then notice that the driver steals a glance at your luscious curves. Your heart thumps with excitement and you catch his eye just before he closes the door.

"To the parade, Ladrillo." Kala commands him, crossing her legs. He simply nods puts the car in gear. Kala glances over at you, her sultry eyes dancing with mischief. You smile back at her, tasting the gloss on your lips as you do. You glance down at her legs and instinctively cross yours, and Kala gives your hand a squeeze in approval. Feeling the warm tingle of pleasure wash down your spine, you glance out the car and watch the buildings fly by.

Eventually, the streets fill up with more and more people. Ladrillo slows down as the crowd grows thick, and people try to peek into the car to see what is going on. People press against the window and shout when they realize two carnivale beauties are riding along to the parade. Finally, your driver moves past the crowd onto a blocked off street. The car drives on until the street stops at a gated area and Ladrillo pulls over. He helps you both out and this time you follow Kala's example and kiss the man's cheek. You try not to blush, but you find the way he responds to you exhilarating. The eyes of the two men manning the gate follow both of you as you walk past and you put a extra sway in your hips as you enter.

Behind the fence is a dazzling display of glitz and color as people bustle about with props and elaborate costumes. Kala leads you through the crowd to one of the larger floats. As you both approach, she warmly greets a handsome man wearing glasses. He makes a big production of her appearance and Kala does a little turn to give him a look at the full package.

"You are as fierce and beautiful as always, but where is this girl you promised me? I trusted your word because you never let me down." Kala pulls you over by the arm and smiles as the young man's eyes bulge out at the sight of you.

"This is . . . Larissa," she says, exchanges glances with you. The name rings in your ears and the blissful tingle warms you again. You extend your hand to him and nod, accepting this new identity to go with your new body.

"Pleased to meet you," you say in a sultry alto. He takes your hand and kisses it, but he doesn't take his eyes off your body. You can feel them slowly burning into your skin, trying to memorize every curve. As he does, the magic tingle gathers between your legs and shrinks your manhood away. Your thong settles flat over your femininity as is forms, replacing the last vestige of your masculinity. As you feel it vanish, you giggle, suddenly overcome with a feeling of emptiness. . . an emptiness that aches for fulfillment.

"Kala, you didn't disappoint. She is just as glamorous as you. Let's hurry and get you both up on the platform." He escorts you both up a set of stairs, and you both end up standing on the tallest platform on the floral float. You both stand there, the sound of music beginning in the distance telling you the parade is about to begin. You sway back and forth to the distant drums, now anxious to dance.

The float starts moving and the sound of music gets closer. Your heart pounds with excitement as people start waving. You wave back, still swinging your lush ass back and forth as the sound of the drums grow stronger. The float moves ahead and soon the music is right next to you. By now, Kala is in in full swing and you join her. The float comes to life and all the moving parts come to life. Fireworks go off as the float drives through the crowd.

The floats are a riot of color and sound, gold and silver and multi colored. Confetti and streamers waft in the wind, and sometimes silvery particles of tinsel drift down like magic snow on the onlookers, or smoke swirls in the air from effects laden vehicles. The onlookers laugh and cheer their favorites, and you are pleased to hear wolf whistles and whoops of delight as your float glides past. The rhythm of the music under your dance sweeping out and around, tempting those listening to join in with the bass of it's lusty heartbeat, thumping under the music in seductive waves of sound.

You sway with the music pulsing around you, loving the sensations, your voluptuous curves making each gesture an erotic delight. There is a new grace in your movements, a fluidity your old body never possessed. You swing over to your Carnivale sister and caress her hips softly. Her own succulent body is as much a temptation as yours and the thought that men will lust after you in the same way they do her makes you purr.

The shouts of the parade watchers draw you back from you dance-induced haze, and you realize that they are watching you both. Lights flash off your cocoa gold skin as cameras take your picture. Kala grinds her ass against you and you move with her, matching her passion and lust. Sweat beads up on your breasts as you pant from breathing, shaking your ass and enjoying the way it jiggles.

The energy of the crowd licks at your bronze skin like tendrils, feeding your excitement. They cheer for you! Some for the spectacle of celebration but many are in a frenzy of lust and desire. YOU are the focal point of that desire - some see your erotic dance and imagine you performing for them in their beds. . . This thought warms the slit between your thighs and makes you ache for something to fill it.

Every so often the float stops and you pose for the cameras. Your eyes tease and flirt while use your hands to draw attention to your curves. The thong between your thighs grows wetter as the parade goes on and eventually you soak it so much that it nearly vanishes against your skin. The carnal display of your body makes you mew next to Kala, and the warmth of your arousal spreads from your moist folds to the rest of your body. Drums thunder with a pulsing bass and you caress your body as it sways to the pounding rhythm. A hand slides down between your legs and a spark ignites from within. Only Kala hears your moan, and she turns to see you experience your first moment of pure feminine bliss. Your body shivers and you have to lean against the platform rail to recover, breasts heaving as you catch your breath.

"That was only the beginning, Larissa." She whispers as she helps you walk down from the platform. "The parade is over, but the night is young. I'm not done dancing, are you?"

"N-no!" you pant. "I want more!" Kala smiles at your response, and she leads you down the street to a hotel. Inside you the lobby, other parade participants mingle while more music thumps from inside one of the ballrooms. Kala makes a beeline for the room leading you past the doors and into a posh party. You both head over to the bar and you see Kala's old friend pouring drinks for the party goers. You both hug him this time and he gives you a knowing smile. You don't hesitate when he hands you a Pink Festival. You giggle as you sip the glowing drink, loving the delicious buzz you got from drinking them last night. "Oh that was perfect, Kala! Tell me we get to do that again!"

"It's a long festival, girl. The party sometimes feels like it will never stop." She pats your hand and sips her own drink, and you ponder the idea of an endless celebration where you get to dance forever while people lust over you. Kala takes your hand and draws you out to the dance floor and you squeal with delight. Your bronze legs move to the DJ's sexy mix of music, and you lose yourself to it. The songs blur together as you fly around the dance floor, yet you are pulled out of your spell when you feel someone move against your ass. The smell of a spicy musk touches your nostrils as you look behind you, and you find yourself staring into the face of a handsome, strapping young man. His crotch grinds his arousal against your lush ass and you fan yourself with your hand. Sweat runs into your cleavage from the heat and your movements fall into harmony with his. Together you form a sensual rhythm to the music, and you moan as his delicious cock grows harder against your ass.

"I saw you on the float" your new partner says in a Caribbean accent. "You were giving everyone with a pulse a hard on"

"I'm glad my performance stoked your passions." You tell him with a purr as you push your lush curves against his masculine frame. "The music and dance always draws out the rawest of my desires," You confess as you move against him. "I see it does the same for you," you say, voice husky with need as you turn to face him to stroke his hard, muscular chest. You admire the differences between you both; his sculpted powerful frame a gratifyingly sharp contrast to your voluptuous soft curves. The old you was never such a specimen of masculinity, but wrapped within this delicious body of pliant flesh you are his equal. You imagine your nubile body being overridden by his powerful demands, a slave to his erotic delights. The fantasy makes your pussy grown moist, and you moan with need as his hand wraps around your waist to draw you closer.

"We should share some of that passion, yes?" he murmurs in a strong, magnetic baritone. "Let it build together and see what happens." His hand sinks into your tender ass-flesh and you grind your crotch against the thick staff inside his pants. Giving yourself to him? To a man? It should frighten you. However, the idea only inflames your arousal. Kala winks at you over his shoulder, and you make your decision.

"Take me," you beg him. "Share your lust with me and show me how I made you feel when you watched me dance," your hot breath tickles his ear as you give him a passionate request no man could resist. He slides his hand down between you both and feels your arousal for him. The experience of the parade, the dancing, your meeting with Kala - all of it has led to this moment. The thrum of your heartbeat thumping as he looks into your eyes and see your longing for him to fill your empty void. He takes your hand and leads you to a dark corner of the club, letting it disguise your true intentions. You feel him hold you up and trap you between him and the wall, tucked away just out of reach of the crowd. His hands untie your thong and then you feel his thick, dark shaft press against your slick slit. You moan into his shoulder, feeling how hard the bulbous pole is for you. It slowly sinks into your wanton heat and fills you like the lusty creature you now are. His powerful arms hold you with little effort as his hard body presses into your soft curves and forces you yield to him. Your pussy welcomes his invasion and receives his cock. This is perfect, this is bliss. This is what it means to be a woman!

Soft yields to hard as he takes you in the darkness and makes you whimper with lustful joy. Your plush breasts press against his hard chest and you revel in the feeling. How can such power be so graceful and smooth? Why does it melt you so? The more his sweet velvet shaft fills you, the more your body craves it. You moan for more pleasure as he stretches your walls with this new carnal dance, eager to learn more from your Carnivale sex god.

"That's it. So good. So strong. So powerful inside me, bless me again and again!" you moan in encouragement of each thrust. He grunts as his muscles tense, hands gripping your ass. Your curves cushion his thrusts and absorb much of the power. You are his conduit of lust now. This is your new purpose; why you were made - to be a hedonistic lust goddess. You laugh fondly at your own enthusiasm for his cock, marveling at the way it softens and fills you. Your new lover sees you passion building from the way you shudder in his arms and he skillfully draws it out slowly with his power. His methodic fucking melts you until you finally explode, your screams lost in the music.

Your body tightens around his and you draw your jeweled talons down his back as your pussy clamps down over his thick shaft. He kisses your cheek as you come down and you coo in appreciation. Your fingers lightly caress his wondrous body and you murmur thanks as you feel him entering orgasmic bliss.

"Do it, lover." you demand. "Fill your Carnival queen." Your fingers stroke his chest as he pumps you, trying to draw out his own needs. It is then you realize that YOU are doing this to HIM. Your beauty and sensual heat ignited his lust and drawn his passions to the surface. You can do this to any man now. You WILL do this to any man now.

Finally, your lover growls and presses into you at his moment of highest desire. You feel his warm cream flood you and a final bit of magical energy tingles under your skin. You know this is the last of the festival's magic working on you, sealing you as the beauty you've become. You sigh as your pussy clenches your lover's cock and you moan as he leans against you. This transcendent moment lights your body with pleasure, making you feel like a Goddess astride Brazil, the city of Rio itself thrusting into you. When you return from your sensual journey, you bask in contentment, the soul now matching the physical.

When your lover recovers, he carries you out of the party and up to his hotel room. You both share a night of sensual, slow passion that lasts well into the sunrise. Even after you both rest, your festival god awakens you with his tongue lapping up your treasure. You let him enjoy your body's delights, knowing it is but a preview of what the weekend holds. Through you, a Carnivale doll is born. The spirit of the festival lives in her and she will carry on it's passion even when the holiday is done for the year. . . but she will return to Rio again, ready to lose herself to the festival and all the pleasures it provides.