Second Skin, Second Life - Part Four

Skipping and yelping as my feet pound the wet cold pavement I soon find myself navigating the familiar building and paths of my old stomping ground. While the dorms were different and strange, the campus itself was all too familiar after years spent studying and working here.

Panting and wheezing for breath, my muscles burning and my skin soon dripping with sweat, I curse under my breath at my sudden lack of fitness. As I find myself leaving the campus and navigating my way into the still flooded city streets I try to map out the path in my head.

"Left at... at Andrews... then a right... I think... at Kingston..." I pant heavily, my stride slowly to a power walk and then a limp shuffle as exhaustion grips me. "They'll get her off me and... and..." I wheeze, looking into the bin and at my partially buried manhood as I try to work out just what they could do about that.

My mind races with panicked thoughts, the rushed walk barely even registering with me as I soon spot the colorful awning once again. With my heart leaping into my throat I race up to the door before barreling inside, a confused worker holding up my old pants jumping with shock as she recognizes my new face.

RE: Second Skin, Second Life - Part Three

Bleary eyed I slowly feel myself coming to, my muddled and hazy mind struggling as my skull painfully throbs along with my heart beat. I sway slightly, my skin and muscles tensing as if to fight my subtle movements while I slowly come to.

"Why..." I blurt out, my lips slamming shut against my will as I find myself struggling to do much of anything beyond struggle back to a semi-wakeful state.

Suddenly, it all comes back to me in a rush. The rain, the lobby, the thing, and then the fall all as my head begins to pound and ache worse and worse by the second. Blinking rapidly I try to focus, clearing my vision as I feel my eyelids grow heavy and defiant.

As I come to my senses I find myself at my front door as a set of delicate fingers fumble with my keys, curly blonde hair and a massive weight on my chest shifting with each movement. I feel my hands trembling in the cold, delicate and slender fingers fumbling with the set of keys as they try to line it up with lock.

My other hand holds something against my bulging abdomen, wet and sodden fabric pressing firmly against the achingly distended flesh.

In the haze my haze I quickly force the key into the lock, turning it with a loud click as a squeak slips from my lips that is not of my making. As the door slowly opens I feel my heart quickly begin to hammer in my chest, the pounding force growing loud in my ears as I realize just how much bigger my apartment looks.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part Three

Bleary eyed I slowly feel myself coming to, my muddled and hazy mind struggling as my skull painfully throbs along with my heart beat. I sway slightly, my skin and muscles tensing as if to fight my subtle movements while I slowly come to.

"Why..." I blurt out, my lips slamming shut against my will as I find myself struggling to do much of anything beyond struggle back to a semi-wakeful state.

Suddenly, it all comes back to me in a rush. The rain, the lobby, the thing, and then the fall all as my head begins to pound and ache worse and worse by the second. Blinking rapidly I try to focus, clearing my vision as I feel my eyelids grow heavy and defiant.

As I come to my senses I find myself curled up in a large gaming chair, my eyes stinging due to the bright of the screen and my body begging for sleep. Soothing chiptunes fill the room, a set of speakers either side of the massive TV turned computer screen blasting the music straight at me. The bright and vibrant colors on the screen catch the thin panes of glass sitting right before my eyes, the glare leaving my eyes struggling to adjust.

I feel my fingers clutch at a plastic controller, the rumbling device feeling far larger than it otherwise should in my grasp. My fingers twitch and jitter against my will, the tendons struggling to move as if they had a mind of their own. My body feel terrible, my skin coated in a faint damp sensation while my stomach churns and aches with an odd sense of bloating.

"Huh..." I groan, gagging slightly as I feel my tongue lap at the foul taste in my mouth. Sickly sweet and highly artificial flavor of some caffeinated beverage coating the inside of my mouth and lingering in a disgusting manner.

"St... op..." I find myself croaking, my fingers twitching as the guttural wheeze blurts out against my will. "I... can't... ause..." it stammers out again, my jaw aching as I feel it clutch and shift weakly.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part Two

The sound of the rain hammering against the sheet metal roof is soon replaced with the loud screech of straining metal. I'm barely able to through myself back out into the freezing deluge as the thin flimsy metal roof buckles and breaks inwards, rusted fragments soon spraying downwards along with a flooding tide of filthy water.

Scrambling against the stream of water racing down the street I stumble to my feet, my footfalls sloshing through the ankle deep waters as I stagger into the pelting storm around me. I try to whip my head around, desperate to find some sort of shelter from the rain as I practically wonder why I was even out and about in this damned weather.

Suddenly I spot it, a flapping awning stretching out over the street even so slightly with a door right beneath it. With the rain pouring down I stagger into the dark and closed building, finding the door unlocked as I seek shelter from the pelting rain.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part One

Slipping down the street I stagger and stumble under the heavy downpour around me. Even the light of the street lamps are dimmed in the thick haze of water, the sheets of icy cold droplets obscuring practically everything not directly in front of me.

I clutch at my navy blue sweater, tugging the collar up and over my head as I try to protect myself from the piercing impacts of the stinging rain. Glancing down I almost tumble over, the sight of the seemingly shifting sidewalk sending my off balance as the running water overflows the nearby gutter.

With a loud crack I slam into a strange sign, the siding of the bus stop glowing faintly with a flickering florescent light. With the hopeful reprieve I dive under the thin metal roof, the sound of the rain almost deafening me as I shiver and shudder in the thankfully mostly dry shelter.

Wiping the water from my face, my whole body quivering as I feel the cold creep through to my bones, I glance at the signage I had run into as I fee la warm trickle of blood begin to drip from my nose.

The image of a middle-aged woman stands side on, her tan Mediterranean complexion baring more than it's fair share of wrinkles and blemishes. She appears to be naked, though not much of anything is shown as much of her body below the next appears coated in an embrace of flowing pale skin. A younger woman's face, also in profile along with the older woman's, appears smiling and content as her body appears to break apart and flow around the woman behind her.

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Body-Boutique Protection Program - Part Two

With a loud groan the door swings open once again, the older woman reaching for her belt and beneath her jacket before slowly easing her hand down to her side.

"Agent Miller" she states, her eyes narrowing towards the figure beyond the darkened doorway. "You're early, are you that eager to get back to desk duty?" she chuckles softly, trying to ease the sudden burst of tension that had overcome her.

With straining vision I try to focus on the door frame, the flickering hypnotic lights doing little to help me see into the dim space beyond the room. Sitting stunned by the machine I watch as a skinny and top heavy young Chinese woman in her early twenties racing in, her massive bust jostling in her tight top as she looks at the machines with relief.

Body-Boutique Protection Program - Part One

Sitting in the dark damp room, the concrete walls around me faintly illuminated by two small lamps on the floor, I can't help but shiver nervously. My blood runs cold as I grip the metal bed beneath me, the memory of what had led me hear playing in my head over and over again.

Alleyway

Shouting

Gun

Bang

Over and over that night plays in my head, the sight of the dead man laying in the alley beside the entrance to my apartments god damn garage. The sirens, the interviews, and the threats all raced through my mind, a cold sweat building and leaving the cloying damp air around me feeling all the more disgusting.

I lurch up from my seat at the foot of the metal gurney as the nearby door swings open on its rusty hinges, a doughy yet well dressed stocky woman in her mid-fifties pacing into the room as she waves her hand in an attempt to settle me down.

"Calm down now Mr Hughes" she coos softly, her voice hushed as though others were listening. Glancing up at me from beneath a set of small reading glasses, her pale green eyes look be over along with the hodgepodge series of machines sitting at the far side of the room.

The soft dark haired woman, adorned in a rather expensive albeit it poorly fitted black suit, slowly plods her way towards me as she quickly checks her watch. 

"Agent Miller should be here shortly" she huffs, walking up beside the cold steel bed before slapping at the head of the uncomfortable seat with her pudgy hand. Glancing back I stare at the metal cage resting right where a pillow or something far more soft and inviting would normally be sitting, the flickering lights covering the frightening frame blinking and pulsing in an almost hypnotic fashion.

"Come now Hr Hughes" the older woman chirps, once again patting her hand beside the intimidating metal cage. "This is just standard procedure for the Body-Boutique Protection Program."