Caught in the Auto-Closet - Part Two

"Oh wow..." mutters the stranger, my hazy vision slowly struggling to see them towering over me. After a short moment they snap into view as I find myself staring up at Margaret, the pudgy blonde newly-wed florist with wiry blonde hair and a subtle tan.

The doughy and pudgy blonde appears like a giant, her soft and lightly tan form appearing more as a mountain than a person. She adjusts a small set of rectangular spectacles on the bridge of her nose, placing a hand at her back as she leans down to inspect me.

Her sizeable and sagging flabby rack begins to hang from her chest, the soft and supple flesh hanging and resting inside her green and yellow sundress and her dirt smeared apron. Sweat clings to her skin, the reward for a days work out on her balcony garden and at her little florists.

Her blonde hair frizzes out in a dry mess, without a headband or scrunchie to hold it all back it's simply left to puff out as it hangs between her shoulder blades at its lowest. A set of dirty jeans are slung over her arm, leaving her bare feet and just a hint of her legs visible as she shuffles ever closer.

Job-Bod - Part Four

"Give her a round of applause folks, I'm sure you'll see her out and about pouring drinks soon enough" she states, the audience applauding as I begin to nervously shuffle away and drag my heavy boots towards the stairs.

As I slip from sight, slumping over as my muscles sting and my skin aches, I try and catch my breathe as I hear the blonde begin to announce the next girl. "Everyone give a round of applause for the lovely little Digital Artist! Isn't she just soooooo cute!?"

Trying to steady my breathing I shuffle towards the curtain, pulling up the jacket and zipping it up as I push my way out into the convention once again.

Caught in the Auto-Closet - Part One

A dull warmth wraps around me like a soothing coat, the low hums and thumps of machinery reverberating from somewhere nearby. They sound odd, drowned out and muffled as the noises struggle to make it through the walls of wherever I was.

I try to remember exactly what had happened to me, what I had been doing and most importantly where I was.

Thinking feels almost painful, the sluggish response making finding each thought feel like walking uphill in an intense and overbearing heatwave. It takes me far to long to notice the lack of light, and even longer to notice the fact I can't move or even feel my arms or legs.

A slow and creeping panic slips into my dulled mind, the lack of my limbs soon becoming punctuated by another more terrifying thought.

"I can't breathe" I groan inside my head, the panic building more and more as begin to try and focus on my missing body. "I... my heart.. it's..." I continue, the realization that I can't feel my heartbeat any more washing over me like icy wave.

Suddenly I hear a little chime, the cheery tone echoing through the warm and cozy space easily over the low mechanical hum. The chime is definitely familiar, having heard it every time I went to the laundry these past few months.

It was the telltale greeting of the Auto-Closet.

The Replacements - Part Four

"Come on dumplin'" the man chuckles, grabbing me and practically tossing me into the back seat. "Need to get home 'fore the missus gets wise to her missin' husband" he continues, a phone buzzing in the front seat as he's sent a message.

As I land in the large vehicle he slams the door shut, walking around to the driver's seat as he talks inaudibly to the broker. She barely looks up from her phone, giving him short responses as she texts and reads from her phone.

Turning to sit my tiny frame properly in the seat, my bare pert behind rubbing against the dirty crumb-filled fabric as the cheap black panties slip between my cheeks, I feel my leg knock against something. Looking down I'm forced to hold my glasses, my hand shooting up as I feel the large frames begin to slide off my nose.

Sitting on the floor is a large set of plastic bags, each one bulging with a hodge-podge of seemingly random items. From massive tubs of baby formula to white chocolate melts and large jars of spicy pickles, the bags practically scream late night cravings run.

Godly Vessel - Part Two

A gurgling howl escapes my lips, the air spluttering past the wriggling mass as forces it's way down my throat. One by one it's tendrils detach from my arms, slurping up into my gullet as it tries to pull itself deeper and deeper.

Little did I know what I had found, and what I had unleashed back into the world. The tiny idol not just having been some long lost relic or piece of art, but having been made as a vessel for a long lost god of motherhood and fertility.

The heat of a sun fills my gullet, the powerful light shining through my flesh as it seeps down into my chest cavity. My whole body pulses as it seems to touch my heat, my head ringing and swimming as the beating in my chest slows.

Tendrils seem to break from the central mass, the two wrapped around my wrists suddenly being left on their own. One more slips around my neck, holding my throat tightly as though to hold the bulging mass of liquid gold inside.

The heat inside me quickly seems to sooth out, the searing blaze turning to a warm day beneath the summer sun. My heart beat soon becomes erratic, the firm drum shifting to short fluttering beats like a butterflies wings.

"Thank you my child..." coos a voice inside my head, the gentle and soothing tone making any tension in my body slip and vanish in an instant. "You've done your task, now just..." the voice continues, pausing as it waits for something.

Skin Walker - Part Four

Panting heavily, partially blinded my the curtain of hair, I'm forced to wait as the suit destroys me from the outside in. Tears fill my eyes with each loud crunch, every snap of sinew, and every low gurgling of fat as my paralyzed form slowly takes shape.

As I lay there, locked inside the skin prison, I'm forced to watch as my former body races over with a broad grin spread across it's face. My heart freezes, my blood running cold as Christine reaches down to the writhing and mewling kitten in the box.

I croak and gasp, each utterance sending my body spasming inside the tight skin-like prison. The tiny cat seems to writhe and bulge, a force inside trying to break out on the cramped confines. As each bulbous internal growth is compressed down, finally admitting defeat, a burst of black fur erupts outwards in its place.

Godly Vessel - Part One

Sitting in my tiny cramped office I lean back, the fake leather of my chair squeaking beneath me as the metal frame creaks and clicks. I tap at my lips with my pencil, pondering as I glance down at my hastily scrawled notes.

"Maybe it's..." I mutter, ending in a sigh as I begin to scribble out a few lines of text. "No no, that doesn't seem right..."

I lean forward, the chair lurching with a loud clunk. My desk rocks as I place my arm on it, my hand shooting out to catch the small hardened mud idol before it can fall to the floor. I let out a little sigh of relief, my gentle grip holding the human-like figurine lightly in order to not break the fragile surface.

"Almost lost you there" I chuckle, propping it back up onto the desk as I turn to look over it once again in search for something new or that I had missed.

The Replacements - Part Three

My eyes snap wide open as I feel the bindings, the sudden surge of panic waking me up more than enough to break free from the dullness gripping my body. I immediately catch the sight of the Latina, my broker, as she stands in front of me.

For a second I feel my mind skip a beat, watching as she massages someone across from me while feeling her rub my own shoulders. A smirk spreads across her lips as she catches some hint of my confusion, her eyes darting to the right slightly from behind her rose colored glasses. Glancing over I notice a large black slender section of wood, a cheap and flimsy frame for a cheap and flimsy mirror.

My jaw drop and a squeak escaping my lips as I drink in the reflection of a petite but stacked adorable Japanese woman.

Edible Essence - Part Ten

"So Sage, darling..." the redhead coos, the way she says darling sending my heart aflutter. "Why don't you take a seat and let those kick in, I'll work out dinner for the two of us" she urges, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips as her tongue eagerly slips past the pillow cushions and into my mouth. I can't help but moan as she pulls me close, my breasts squishing against her chest as a dreadful heat builds inside my panties.

She soon breaks the kiss, leaving me panting desperately for more affection and attention. "It's the least I can do for my little breadwinner." she chuckles, stroking my cheek as I watch as a sliver of essence wriggles up her nose.

I let out a gasp, watching as the mauve and silvery strand worms up her nostril. Reaching up to my face I realize the lack of pressure inside my sinus, the sneaky little thing having snuck out mid-kiss. Michelle doesn't seem to notice though, merely flaring her nostril as though about to sniffle and sneeze as the tail end of the thing slithers up.

She reaches up, rubbing her nose a little before cocking an eyebrow.

"You okay babe?" she asks, taking my hand as her thumb traces little circles around it. "Come on, let's just sit for a second and..." she begins to coo softly, her eye twitching as she pauses.

Re: Job-Bod - Part Three

The roles keep flickering between each other for a while longer, holding for more and more time on each as it seems to grow more certain with it's decision. The crowd grows quiet, the sound of the band setting up in the Rent-a-Bod space and the shouts of those in the 'Innovation Center' being all that reverberates through the central hall.

Finally, the text seems to stop. The crowd along with blonde and myself waiting on baited breath for it to turn over one last time. As it sits on the role on screen longer and longer the crowd begins to cheer, the blonde soon taking her que, to gesture down at me.

"Let's hear it for the brand new TEACHER!" the blonde calls out, the crowd that had formed behind me cheering and hollering with excitement. I turn to face them, finding myself face to face with a sea of people, all eagerly looking between me and the image projected on the walls around us.

"If you'd just come this way" the blonde states, leaning down a little to speak to me directly. The blonde gestures to the side of the stage, towards a door leading off to what appears to be a back wing of the 'Innovation Center'.

"Uh..." I begin to mutter, squirm under the gaze of the woman above me and the audience behind me. "Wasn't this just a..." I continue, swallowing hard before croaking the finish. "A demonstration?"

The blonde chortles slightly in response, giving me a look of confusion and amusement.

"That's right..." she says slowly, cocking an eyebrow before looking at the computer. "A demonstration of, hopefully, our new process. The end of that process involves... you know..." the blonde continues, slowing down waiting for me to catch the drift without her outright saying it.

The crowd begins to murmur, muttering of confusion and frustration soon rumbling out.

The Replacements - Part Two

As reach the outskirts of the suburbs I finally spy my destination, a now largely defunct strip of big box stores with only a scant few lights on inside the looming long buildings. As I approach, easily finding a parking space right near the building marked as number twelve.

In the darkness I squint, looking out as I spot my broker, the woman lowering her glasses as she gives me a look before sending a text.

The leggy Latina in her late twenties stands by a dimly lit doorway, her leather mini skirt clad legs crossed as she stands in a pair of painfully high stilettos. Her thick and wavy hair shimmers in the faint lighting of the parking lot, sweat causing it to cling to her skin. Fake eyelashes flutter from behind a large set of bright pink glasses as she taps out a message on her phone, her long pointed nails clicking at the screen.

Her rack is tightly bound in a moss green long-sleeve tie top, a hint of some foreign language tattooed on her collar bone just barely peeking out from behind the fabric.

Job-Bod - Part Three

The roles keep flickering between each other for a while longer, holding for more and more time on each as it seems to grow more certain with it's decision. The crowd grows quiet, the sound of the band setting up in the Rent-a-Bod space and the shouts of those in the 'Innovation Center' being all that reverberates through the central hall.

Finally, the text seems to stop. The crowd along with blonde and myself waiting on baited breath for it to turn over one last time. As it sits on the role on screen longer and longer the crowd begins to cheer, the blonde soon taking her que, to gesture down at me.

"Let's hear it for the brand new Bartender!" the blonde calls out, the crowd that had formed behind me cheering and hollering with excitement. I turn to face them, finding myself face to face with a sea of people, all eagerly looking between me and the image projected on the walls around us.

Skin Walker - Part Three

Christie look at my reflection in the mirror, pouting as they stare at my wriggling form in the wet towel. "The fuck am I meant to do with..." they sigh, firming up their grip as I feel my bones and organs shift beneath the gargantuan force. "Do I ... like... leave..." they mutter, pouting and furrowing their brow in concentration before finally muttering.

"Oh, I know juuuuuuust the bitch who deserves this" they practically purr, the joy in their voice coming out in more of a gravelly growl. My former lips quickly shift from a pout to a smirk, slowly but surely inching into a devilish grin.

The Replacements - Part One

The screeching of my alarm clock cuts through the quiet night air. I quickly turn it off however, having been relatively prepared for it to go off as I sit at the edge of my bed. Despite the hour being closer to the middle of the night that the next morning I'm wide awake, fully clothed and filled with anxious anticipation.

Hopping to my feet I try to shake out my nerves, giving my arms and legs a quick jostle inside the black hoodies and jeans I had decided to wear for the coming events. No matter how much I try though, I can shake the deep and unabiding tension that grips me from with as my mind wanders to my phone in my left pocket.

With hurried steps I begin to walk out of my apartment, keeping my head low in case I run into one of my neighbors. Thankfully, I'm able to climb down the stairs without incident with not a hint of another person being around at this hour on a Sunday night turning Monday morning.

As I slip into the garage I pause, a thought hitting me as I creep through the eerie space.

Witness Relocation - Part Six

Before I can even start my search I find my notification bar practically overflowing with messages. It's almost overwhelming, the idea of searching through them all while I sit in the car seeming all to daunting. However, I quickly notice the most recent message being only a few minutes old and decide to start there.

Tapping at the screen I quickly open the latest message finding it a part of a long an emoji laden string of excited texts back and forth. Focusing up I hold the phone up, avoiding glare as I read the text from ' <3 Mea-Bae <3'

 

<3 Mae-Bae <3:  On our way 2 the lakehouse... BONFIRE BIRTHDAY 4 MY FAV GIRL

Edible Essence - Part Nine

As I shift in my prone position I hear another creaking and plastic crackle beneath me, my eyes shooting wide as the fear grips me once again.

"Shit..." I wheeze under my breath, the thought of the Essence inside the jar and it's safety immediately waking me back up. I lurch up, my body on fire and painfully aroused from the teasing I had just undergone. Despite it all I fiddle with the cushion beside me, pulling it up as I spot the jar hiding inside the frame of the sofa.

Reaching down I pull the jar free, noticing the dented lid and cracked siding. With a hiss I screw of the cap, opening it only to find broken pills leaking at the top, the essence suddenly lunging at me. For a brief moment I spy the top two tablets resting atop of the pile in the jar ooze with a viscous mauve and silvery liquid, the two distinct colors pushing and pulling against each other but never blending together.

My heart freezes in my chest as the mauve goo lightly touches my hand, the memory of how I ended up as 'Ella' still fresh in my mind. Before I can react the moody purple goo launches up into my face, the silver shimmering ooze soon following along with the more eager essence.

Skin Walker - Part Two

As the skin fills out more and more, bulging and constricting over and over as though to pump the fleshy innards throughout the loose suit, my former mouth opens as it croaks "Oh! My! Gawd! This is... Like soooooo fucked" as it sprouts dyed blonde hair.

I stagger backwards, my legs slipping out from under my diminished form as I soon find myself laying down and staring up at the writhing hissing figure in front of me. I watch as the chest seems to strain beneath my old top, my former skin stretching as the figure arches their back in a painful manner. Suddenly there are two loud pops, the overly inflated chest suddenly deflating as though two balloons beneath my old hairy chest had been popped.

The rest of the skin seems to fill out a little more as the mass that had been beneath the chest is shift about, the fingers and toes seeming more full while the skin still largely sags from the smaller frame inside. With the somewhat renewed fingers I watch as the figure reaches up to it's stolen face, grabbing at the sagging flesh as it tries to fight back loud sobs with each poke and prod.

Job-Bod - Part Two

"Better get going..." I mutter, blowing on the coffee in an attempt to cool it down. I chug the hot coffee as I wander towards the front door, snatching up my wallet and keys from the coffee table before leaving the empty mug behind.

With keys in hand I open the door, creeping out as I creep down the hallway on my way to go to a 'Jobs Fair' to try and get assigned a new job and Job-Bod. As I pace my way towards the stairs and down towards the parking lot beneath the building I pull my phone from my pocket once more, checking the email in the hopes of getting the address for my GPS.

Job-Bod Fair! Come down to see live demonstration and discuss your future.

  Come down to the South Road Exhibition Center to find out what the Job-Bod program can do for you.

Meet members of the program and learn about their experiences.

See the latest and at times experimental technologies being brought to the program first hand.

New-U-niform and Rent-a-Bod will be on-site to handle all your needs.

Join us next weekend, and find your future

Job-Bod - Part One

 The loud screeching of my alarm blares from beside my bed, the high pitched whine being the only way I knew I would wake up at this hour of the morning. The sky is still dark out, the dark blue cloudless space only barely starting to change as the sun begins to rise far on the horizon.

I slap around weakly, struggling to find the source of the ear-piercing noise in the din of my bedroom. Squinting, my eyes filled with sleep, I try to find my phone via the glowing light of the screen. The sound only grows louder by the second, a feature of the alarm to force me out of bed as I frantically slap my hand around out of a worry that I'd wake the neighbors.

Finally I spot it, my hand sliding across the squat bedside table clumsily as I send the phone to the floor.

"Shit..." I groan in frustration, my voice coming out in a low whisper. I'm forced to roll about in the bed, hanging off the edge as I pat the clothing riddled floor in search of the small yet terribly loud device.

After no small amount of effort I feel my fingers tap the plastic case of the phone, my hand moving to snatch it up as hastily as I can. I quickly unlock the screen, turning off the alarm as I spy the reminder at the top of the screen.

DO NOT FORGET: Job-Bod

Skin Walker - Part One

Laying on the couch I sit in silence, propped up on my arm as I stare down at the tiny creature stumbling and sliding about on my slick hardwood floor. The floofy ball of matted muddy hair slips and slides, the small kitten seemingly unsteady on it's own legs.

"Must be fairly young" I muse, the small dirty cat twisting to look up at me as water drips from it's filthy fur. "Aren't you buddy? Or maybe it's just the floors..." I continue, looking at the muddy paw prints that smear their way from the kitchen window to where the confused kitten struggles to stand.

Planar Shift - Part Four

"Are you still needing more Mistress Ira?" the elf asks, looking down at my sweaty form and leaning in slightly for a better look. I watch as her nostrils flare, her eyelids fluttering a little at my scent as though it on it's own was pushing her over the edge.

She bites at her lip, struggling with some inner turmoil as her eyes roam over me.

"I am... very sorry Mistress..." she barely manages to croak out, the elf standing up as she clasps her hands in front of her and takes on a more prim and proper pose. "I... do not think I have it in me to give you any more of my..." she states with a shuddering breath.

"Your?..." I begin to wheeze, rolling over a little in the bed as I feel the muscly tail extending from just above my plump ass force my hips to raise themselves up naturally.

"I can still help Mistress" the elf states, the desperation oozing from her light and airy voice with each word. "I can fetch Catharus the Bull, I've even been letting him around the milking stock to get him pent up" she coos, wriggling her slender hips excitedly as her cheeks begin to grow a bright red. "I... bound him up of course, he hasn't had a chance to..." she begins to explain breathlessly, her gaze drifting to my crotch before she cuts herself off.

Before I can really respond she quickly hops in place, pivoting about face as she power walks out the nearby double doors with overt purpose. Her stride quickness as she shoves her way past the towers dark wooden door, soon leaving her racing out of sight as the sound of her feet steps quickly fade from earshot.

Planar Shift - Part Three

Darkness slowly begins to envelope my vision, the gaze locked to the melted stone that once seemed to hold the shimmering oval the horned woman had emerged from. I hear as a door slams open, the sound soon being followed by rapid footfalls and a panicked voice.

"Mistress Ira?" cries the sweet and warm tones of some young woman beyond my sight. "Mistress Ir...!" she screams, her words falling short as I fade from consciousness.

Planar Shift - Part Two

My jaw drops I watch the light dissipate into tiny wisps, the shreds dancing in the air for a moment before turning to a dull gray dust after only a few moments away from the disc before me. The image on the other side solidifies, my gaze locking to a slender horned woman with pale purple skin.

Planar Shift - Part One

Snow laps at the windows of my apartment as the wind outside rattles the glass in its frame. Outside is illuminated only via the light of street lamps and passing cars, the clouds over head blocking any sight of the moon or the stars.

It was a shame really, the first 'blood moon' in quite some time and it was meant to be well and truly a sight to behold if not for the horrendous cloud cover.

Not daring to brave the harsh winter winds to find some better viewing point I merely decided to remain at home, rugged up on the couch under a mountain of cozy blankets and snack foods. Dim light creeps into the living area from the bedroom hallway, the small light being the easiest way to balance between the harsh overheads and wanting to still have some illumination while watching my movie.

As always, my heart races in my chest as I watch the horses race down into the Pelennor Fields, the speech stirring me to action despite the obviously sedentary state I planned to remain in. Still, during the action to come I wanted something to distract myself with as my thoughts turned to the kitchen.

As I clamber to my feet, the blankets giving way and tumbling to the floor, I feel something prick at my nostrils. It is hard to describe, like the air around me was filled with some dull sense of static.