Coming to in the Office

Groggily, I woke up in a pained stupor as my consciousness returned. I’d hoped what had happened hours before had been a nightmare, but the pain across my body said otherwise. I felt like I had a body-wide sunburn that someone had splashed hot oil on. It was agonizing.

Struggling to my feet, I hobbled to the door to find it locked and the door handle torn clean off, nowhere to be seen. That monster seriously intended for me to go out the window. Wandering to the otherside of the room, I looked out the window to see an empty lot and dark woods crowned by the night sky. I turn and look for a clock to figure out the time, as I’d forgotten my phone in my truck.

5:48.

It wasn’t nighttime… it was early morning. With a pained sigh, I climb out the window and onto the pavement. The early morning air was crisp and refreshing and contrasted with the stinging ache I felt across my body. Hurrying to the front, I found my lone Tacoma sitting in front of the factory complex with its tires slashed. Begrudgingly, I wandered out of the complex and onto the road. The surrounding woods creaked as a gentle breeze blew by. The occasional cry of a bird would break the silence, the lights of downtown just at the horizon as I lumbered on. What would be a 10 minute drive following the speed limit was now a 30+ minute walk.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally arrived in town. I plopped down and sat against the brick building which was both painful from the fill body rash, and comforting as the cool brick felt great. I was out of breath, and a total mess. My rash had begun to blister in spots along my arms, showing the venom that twisted creature injected me with was doing a number on me. My pained breaths were raspy as I sat there. The quaint town was mostly quiet as most people were in their dwellings either asleep or preparing for the day’s work.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Any rest I’d had on the office floor no longer fueled me with energy. I was hungry, tired, and wracked with an ache that mirrored the days I’d lay in bed with the flu.

Then I heard it. The soft, yet sharp pat of running shoes. I peeked through barely open slits to see a raven haired girl jogging along on the opposite sidewalk. Her hair tied up in a ponytail that bounded with each step, dressed in gray leggings and a black hoodie that was stylized with a reflective yellow material. She came to a stop at the edge of town to catch her breath, and in that moment something inside me stirred. An animalistic drive to rush at her. To turn her into a skin like that monster had done to Ririka. To find relief in a body that could mask the growing pain I felt. In an instant I felt something slide from my fingertips. Most likely the spines of a skinwalker, a final sign that what had happened was really no dream.

I rose to my feet and was filled with adrenaline, sprinting at the girl with tremendous and inhuman speed. Before she could face me, I plunged my spines into her lower back, slipping the spines under her hoodie to meet her smooth skin. She responded with a startled gasp before beginning to deflate on the spot. Grabbing her quickly collapsing form, I rushed into an ally and tossed her clothes and mine aside. I tore her back open hungrily and began stuffing myself into her like she was some full-body costume. The cursed powers I had been granted allowed me to conform to her physique as her petite feet became my own. Juicy, full thighs blossoming up as they wrapped my untoned, masculine ones. An alien, erotic spike following what I believed to be her womb taking its place within me while collapsing my own genitalia. Feeling the wet heat between my legs driving me wild as I rushed to stuff my arms into her’s. Slim, beautiful limbs now replacing mine, and my chest now ballooning to fill her glorious breasts escalating my growing arousal as the juices of the pussy I had leaked down my new thigh.

Finally stuffing my head into her’s I began cooling down a bit. The animalistic drive to wear her was fading as I began to realize what had just happened. I was now that girl. I had lost control and assaulted her like a beast, and donned her flesh like a suit. A swelling pain began to wrack my head as memories flooded into my mind. Growing up on a small family farm, nights camping with my girl scout troop, crushing on the hottest guy in high school but never having the courage to ask him out, settling on pursuing a nursing degree at the local community college… it all felt so surreal. Like I had lived those experiences. Not like viewing someone else’s life story, no it all seemed like it was my own experience.

Looking down I saw the bosom that now occupied what once was my flat chest. A mix of emotions and thoughts were swirling in my head. A snowball of confusion as I wrestled with the idea that I now had breasts, and the nagging thought as to why I was questioning something I had always had. The whirlwind of thoughts only broken by the realization that I was standing naked in the alleyway.

Letting out an embarrassed squeal, I set to reclothing myself in the workout clothes the girl had been wearing. Or, I had been wearing… I’d need to get my thoughts straightened out as it felt like my mind was busy wrestling with conflicting memories and views.

Now fully clothed, I sat out to jog back to the girl’s apartment downtown in hopes that I could figure out what all was going on. Along the way I was appreciating the subtle jiggles that came with this body, and just how good these leggings felt hugging the meaty thighs I now had. If anything, all these new emotions spurred me on to return to her apartment quicker so I wouldn’t lose myself in the comfort of this girl’s skin. I really needed a private space away from prying eyes to unmask and collect myself after all that had just happened.