Craig accidentally absorbs the pizza delivery girl

Previously:

Hank was a jock and a bully before the Merge Necklace left him in a futanari body. She now goes by Red, but her previous actions have been catching up with her. She and Craig have joined forces to find Lily after she was magically mind-controlled by someone mistaking her for Red. Their dick-measuring contest was just interrupted by a pizza delivery.

Craig

“Another sausage lover’s for ya, Craig!”

A young woman in a “Luigi’s” polo shirt and khaki shorts strolled in with a pizza box, oblivious to the scene before her. Her shirt buttons were undone, revealing a tattoo on her chest of an iridescent blue butterfly with pierced wings. Craig and Red were frozen in place, both bottomless, with Craig on his knees and Red’s cock in his hands.

Maybe if I don’t move, she won’t see me.

The delivery girl had her blond hair dyed bright blue and in a wolf cut, framing a youthful, freckled face. Her innate cuteness was tempered by an intentional edge in her accessories: a spiked collar, combat boots, and seemingly endless piercings.

She nodded her head and swung her prominent hips to the beat of a song playing in her head. She turned and dropped the pizza on Craig’s desk in a practiced motion.

She continued by rote, “Tip charged to card. Thank you for your order.”

She walked back across the room and reached out again for the doorknob.

Almost there…

A hairsbreadth away from the metal, her hand stopped. She blinked rapidly, her brain processing before turning slowly to the frozen pair. Her light blue eyes, accentuated by heavy eyeliner, widened. For a moment, her mask of boredom fell away. Only for a moment, though. She quickly recovered, settling on a scowl.

“I don’t know what kind of circle-jerk I walked into, but I’m not some kinda porno pizza delivery girl.”

“No, you didn’t… this isn’t…” Craig tried to explain, but only earned himself a dismissive eyeballing of his rapidly flagging manhood.

“Imma hang back,” Red insisted, slowly backing up and lowering her hands to cover her junk. “You got this, dog.”

Craig shot her a betrayed look before lunging for the pile of his clothes on the floor. His first step propelled him toward his target, but his second landed in Red’s clothes and slipped out from under him. Craig’s arms pinwheeled as he tried to regain his balance, the motion flinging the Merge Necklace on its chain still around his neck.

“I’m so sorry!” Craig called out, humiliated as his momentum carried him inexorably toward the delivery girl. Time seemed to slow down as he reached out his arms to stop himself. He was acutely aware that he was still freeballing and that his hands, at their current trajectory, were about to grab her breasts to keep from falling. He was momentarily distracted by the subtle shadow of barbell piercings pressing against her shirt when time decided to restart.

Craig’s hands had only a moment to experience the contrast of hard metal and soft flesh before he was blinded by an eruption of green light. Gravity brought him crashing into the ground unimpeded.

Oh no.

Craig felt his body buzz, crackling with arcane energy. He felt around as his vision returned after the blinding flash of light, but found no trace of the delivery girl.

“Red,” Craig called out frantically, afraid of the answer, “where did she go?”

“Fuck,” Red whispered in awe, “she got sucked into you, dude. She’s inside you.”

Craig rose shakily to his feet, but he could feel the energy inside him build. The emerald resting on his chest thrummed with an eerie light. Green-hued electricity crackled across his body as he tried to contain what he could only assume was a whole other person within him.

Feeling full to bursting, Craig hit his breaking point. The release was like the final relaxation of a painfully cramped muscle. A pulse of energy blew his hair back and his legs failed under a wave of pleasure.

Falling, Craig felt his body shift, his skin crawling. He let out an involuntary moan that was disconcertingly high-pitched and breathy. A staccato series of *pings* announced the materialization of piercings.

The floor was unexpectedly padded when Craig fell into a sitting position, his legs folded underneath him. He gasped for breath as his body was flooded with new sensations. His fingers gingerly followed an unfamiliar tugging on his hard nipples and recoiled at the feel of warm metal. He couldn’t stop another girlish whimper from escaping his throat.

Craig examined a lock of his hair, now shoulder-length, and his original brown fading to blue at the ends. His examination was interrupted by Red’s voice.

“Hey there,” she said soothingly, crouching down next to Craig. “It’s Red, remember me? What should I call you? Crye?”

Craig blinked.

Don’t laugh.

“Crye?” he asked, struggling to keep the incredulity from his voice.

“Yeah, you know… Craig plus Skye.”

Don’t laugh. Don’t let her know how ridiculous her names are. If she gets self-conscious, she’ll stop trying.

“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s still just Craig.”

Red stared into his eyes, searching for something. He was starting to feel uncomfortable and nervously ran his fingers along the Merge Necklace.

“Yeah, that’s still you, bud,” Red concluded, gently slapping him on the shoulder. “Your eyes are the same.”

“That’s a relief, I guess. It feels like everything else is different.”

He could still feel the novel weight of metal in his ears, nose, and nipples. His hands looked dainty and were capped with black nail polish.

“It’s weird to see the necklace work from this side,” Red confided. “So… what kinda situation you got goin’ on down there?”

Craig’s eyes widened and his hands flew down to his crotch. His dick and balls were still in place, but he held his breath as his fingers gently probed the space underneath to find… nothing. Just the expected taint.

“Still a guy,” Craig announced, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Oh. Cool. Great.”

“You okay?” Craig asked, having seen Red’s face fall.

“I just,” Red started before pausing, “When I first saw the new you, I wondered if you might be like me. It’s stupid, don’t sweat it.”

I never thought about it, but it must be lonely to be one of a kind.

“Hey, maybe next time,” Craig said, trying to reassure her.

“Whatever. So, how’s it feel to be a femboy?” She asked, changing the subject.

Craig jumped up to take a better look at himself and was surprised by the jiggle that his momentum carried into his backside. He turned to find his wide hips were just the appetizer to a delicious dump truck ass.

“What the fuck?” he asked, grabbing a double handful incredulously.

“Yeah, Skye has an amazing ass. Easily her best feature,” Red said, nonchalantly checking out Craig during his exploration.

Craig made his way back to the mirror and gasped at his new reflection. His face was recognizable, but only barely.

“Femboy…” he whispered to himself.

While not as youthful as Skye's, his new face was much more feminine than the one he was used to. A sprinkling of freckles accentuated a small, button nose. His eyes were still brown, but now appeared larger and were still ringed with heavy eyeliner.

His hands, unbidden, squeezed deeper into the soft globes of his new ass. He had to suppress a moan from the pleasure radiating from his backside. His girly face in the mirror took on a half-lidded pout.

This is dangerous. Looks like the necklace’s arousal enhancement is still in effect.

Skye’s spiked collar had transformed into a pair of cat-ear headphones resting around his neck. Craig pulled down the top of his shirt to reveal a new tattoo. Skye’s butterfly had become a tattoo of his shell necklace. Craig’s heart throbbed at the memory of Lily’s loss.

Meanwhile, a thought tickled at the back of his mind.

Skye, her name is Skye.

“Red, how did you know her name is Skye?”

“Shit. Uh, let’s say I knew her from when I was Hank,” she replied evasively, grimacing and rubbing the back of her neck.

Hank…

Craig staggered as he was hit by an avalanche of memories. Going to watch the basketball team practice. The giddy thrill when Hank asked her out. Shame at being ghosted and having rumors spread about her sexual conquest. Despair at seeing Malik avert his gaze and walk the other way whenever she sees him. A burning ember of hatred for Hank.

“Red! How could you?”

“I know!” Red moaned, hiding her face behind her hands. “I was a fucking asshole. I ruined everything. That’s why I couldn’t be Hank anymore.”

“Shit, she hates you. Like, really hates you.”

“I know,” Red said, more quietly. She plopped herself down on Craig’s bed, her head hanging to let her hair cover her still-hidden face.

“You never even apologized?” Craig asked incredulously, an indignant anger rising from somewhere inside him.

“Like what? ‘Oh, my bad for ruining your reputation. Bee Tee Dubs, the guy you should have ended up with likes you too, and you’d be great together. Oops!’ How the fuck do you make up for that? What good is an apology?”

“It means you know it was wrong. It means you’re trying to change.”

“I’m sorry. I am.” Despite her muscular frame, Red looked small. She pulled her knees up to her chest as though trying to disappear.

Craig looked down to see that his hands were clenched into fists and had to consciously try to relax.

“I know you are,” Craig said, shaking out his hands. “I think it’s Skye, she’s… affecting me. I want to try to let her out.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“Then you can apologize to her in person.”

“What?” Red asked, her eyes wide. “She doesn’t even know I was Hank.”

“Then you have to tell her. I know you’re not Hank anymore, but you still have to take responsibility for what you did.” Craig had to suppress the urge to yell at the clearly remorseful Red.

“Fine. You’re right. Go ahead and, um, un-merge.”

“…”

“…”

“And how do I do that?”

“Dude! You’re the expert. I thought you were deciphering this shit,” Red exclaimed, throwing up her hands.

“It didn’t come with a fucking manual,” Craig responded, defensive.

“But you’re the archaeologist guy.”

“And you’re the only one here who’s actually unmerged before. So why don’t you tell me how you did it?”

“Well,” Red said, looking uncomfortable, “it was Lily who took control and shattered that rock against the bathroom sink. But I wouldn’t try that unless you want to stay in that body.”

Craig rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Fine,” he said after cooking himself down. “We’ll have to experiment, then.”

“Good shit! What’s first?”

Red's excitement was infectious.

She’s actually a great hype man. How does she always know how to make me feel better?

“Well, I can try thinking about doing it in my mind.” Craig focused on separating from Skye, then on pushing her out. His thin arms trembled with the effort, but nothing happened.

“Fine, next up.”

“How about taking off the necklace?”

Craig carefully lifted the necklace over his head by its chain.

“Still nothing.”

“No sweat, you got this.”

Craig looked at the green gem set in the necklace’s centerpiece. It seemed almost alive, thrumming with its own will. He put his hand around the gem and felt something tugging at his mind.

“Oh, I feel her now. She’s inside me. I can just…”

He concentrated on where Skye dwelt within him and pushed. The gem in his hand surged with power and Craig felt his body twist.

After a moment of disorientation, Craig was back to himself with an **** Skye lying at his feet.

“Fuck yeah! You did it!”

“I did it… now what?”

“Now we put on some pants. Whatever happens when she wakes up, pants will help.”