Relieving the Pain

The pain and chills I'd been feeling had begun to fade as I lifted myself from the ground. Below me lay the delivery girl, her body hollow and flat. My heart started racing as I looked at her in that state, only I wasn't feeling panic... No I was feeling... excitement...

Her form seemed to call out to me like a siren's song. Along with that, the words of the creature that assaulted me rang in my head.

"You see, I’m what they call a skinwalker. A creature that jumps from person to person indulging in the pleasures of their lives before leaving them behind, none the wiser. And now, you’re blessed with the same powers. To indulge in a new life, to play with the memories of your prey, develop your own unique evolutions to push your powers further... Because now you can take whatever you want~”

I looked down at the empty eyes of the girl, a sight that should have horrified me, but instead caused my excitement to grow.

Take. Whatever. You. Want.

I looked at my own hand, watching it shake, I flexed my fingers. Thinking about it, I tried to replicate what had happened a few moments ago, and without hassle I watched as bony claws extended from my hand.

I looked on mesmerized, retracting and extending the claws as the reality of the situation was settling in.

"I'm now... like that thing... that creature..."

The empty flesh of the girl laying before me, the claws, it was all coming together what that thing had done to me.

"I'm... a skinwalker..."

I observed my surroundings, eyes darting from my driveway to the trees that obscured my front yard from the road. Looking back down at the girl, I snatched her up and took her out of her clothing.

Why do I feel such a strong urge to be this girl? Is it because she's my only option to alleviate these new urges?

Pushing that aside for now, something inside me was telling me I could slither into her skin through any hole... or I could even make my own. So I dug my fingers into her back and pulled, fleshy sinews coming undone to reveal a smooth, flesh red interior. I then let the skin repair itself, watching the husk stich itself together; looking no different than when I tore it open.

"Freaky..."

Ignoring the fact I was out in the open, treeline blocking view regardless, I quickly undressed in the yard and tore the husk back open, sliding my own leg into hers.

If I'm really some sort of flesh stealing monster, this should work.

My own flesh began to reshape to match hers. I looked down and wiggled her painted toenails, seeing her form adhere to my mental commands as my own toes would.

This is so wrong... But this is probably the only way to get the pain and chills to go away. Damn that creature.

Continuing to pull her up like a pair of waders, I finally had reached her waist when I felt an orgasmic feeling. I could feel my privates inverting up into my pelvis as her slit became wet with the arousal I felt while adorning her.

Fuck me. Why does this have to feel so good?

Catching my breath, I continued to pull her up, sliding my arms into hers like gloves, flexing her fingers and admiring her painted nails. Her chest adhered to my own, her breasts inflating back to their original size as I fondled them a bit. Having a pair of boobs was so different. Weighty, but soft and, admittedly, fun to handle. I could also feel the sinews sealing along my back, locking me into this new form, and then finally I pulled her head over mine. Pressure and tightness, then relief as her head became my own.

"Damn..."

Settling in, I could see her memories clearly, feel how to act has her, my stance falling into her own slump as I became

"Vicky."

Victoria, or as she preferred, Vicky was a single girl living in a house she inherited from her grandparents. Her own parents having moved on when she was a lot younger, leaving her to be raised by her grandparents. She only got to see her birth parents again when she had to bury her grandparents. The couple had thrown her aside to go about gambling in Vegas, and on cruises. Having won the lottery, they took to abusing their new fortune and had decided Vicky would be nothing more than a ball & chain to their fun new lives.

"What a couple of pieces of shit."

Her own malice mixing with mine as I learned more about who I wore. My new voice dripping in discontent.

"At least my parents gave me a choice to live here when they moved. You got dumped like a piece of trash...."

I felt bad for her, but... something inside me started to repress those feelings.

Seems she isn't too fond of reliving that part of her life. I'm not to keen on delving into that either, so I'll leave it be.

Now fully inside Vicky, I started to dress in her clothes. Her plain cotton undergarments I put on with a practiced precision I never had.

That must also come with being someone new...

Slipping on her plain white t-shirt and then sliding into her tight leather pants, I couldn't help but love how the smooth material felt hugging her curves.

I could certainly get used to this.

Throwing on her leather jacket, then boots, and finally gloves, I picked up the delivery bag and was now indistinguishable from when she'd arrived on my property. Looking over at my scattered clothes, I reached into her bag and placed my order down.

"I'll just chalk this up to another weirdo. Sigh. And I doubt he'll leave a tip."

I smirked, my heart skipped a beat, I was completely in character. And honestly, it felt great.

I walked over to my bike and put on my helmet before starting up the motorcycle. I pulled out my phone and marked the order off in the delivery app as "Delivered," slipped the phone into a jacket pocket, and headed out.