Heading Home After Work

Ever since the mysterious clouds arrived, along with their transformative black gloss that frequently spewed from within, the local populace had barely emerged from the relative safety of their homes. For some, the isolation became so overwhelming that they went out willingly, only to be transformed by the black gloss into luscious, rubbery femme or trans versions of their former selves.

Simon had witnessed many of the arousing transformations from the relative safety of his home and office. So far, he has managed to avoid sharing the fate of many others by being over-cautious and meticulous when checking the dubious weather day in and day out. Now, the end of the day was rapidly approaching, and Simon was aware of an encroaching storm. He wanted to be home before it hit the city, and all traffic was temporarily halted.

Sat at his desk, Simon's eyes flickered over the corner of his screen as the digits slowly changed from 16:49 to 16:50. His shift was due to finish at 17:00, while the bus was due at 17:10. The storm arrived at precisely 17:15, so if he were on the bus by then, all would be well. Simon felt the anxiety run through his mind as time seemed to slow down, the clock sitting on 16:59 for an excruciatingly long time until it finally ticked over to 17:00.

Grabbing his stuff, Simon moved out the door before hurrying down the stairs and onto the street. Cautiously, he glanced up to see the darkening sky above. Not wishing to get distracted, Simon quickened his pace and headed toward the bus stop. Heavy droplets of obsidian latex splattered against the ground as he eyed the bus stop ahead and broke into a run toward it.