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.

I watch in horror, my crushed and cramped heart pounding into the triple digits, as with each snapping tug of the skin it seems to take shape. Tears fill the looming creatures closed eyes, their hands shivering as they feel their familiar looking cheek. Blonde hairs quickly begin to sprout where the skin lines up with my former jawline, the prickly sensation causing more tears and more fiddling in an effort to try and find something beyond my understanding.

It's head lurches forward, the blonde hair atop it's head stopping to mirror my old shirt trimmed hair-do. Their eyes snap open, a ripple shuddering through their face as it tightens up to mirror my own with a pained and terrified expression. The nose still hangs loose though, the dangling skin seemingly not lining up right. They reach up, touching the disgusting hanging skin before giving it a little pull as they wince. As they let go it snaps back, forming into a cute button nose far from my own larger and wider facial feature.

"I'm... oh like... this is soooo gross..." the figure croaks, clutching it's neck as that too soon fills itself out under the body thief's touch. The sudden grab seems to cause another ripple effect, broadening their shoulders and filling out the upper arms.

With each heaving sobbing breath my former body takes shape, the thief's jaw dropping as they feel something shift inside their new pants. Another sob rings out through the apartment, my former voice sounding downright pathetic as it reaches down into my sweatpants. 

A mixture of intrigue, anger and sadness spread across the stolen face I once called my own as they feel the ten inch cock resting between their legs. "This is..." they whine, stroking a little as their lower half seems to balloon out to the appropriate size. "Unfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair..." the thief continues, slumping down in defeat with their hands still into their pants.

As the disgusting transformation comes to an end I wriggle against the floor, the sopping wet fur making it nearly impossible to get back to my feet. I feel awful, cold and frozen to my core while also being cramped inside a space that made every moment feel like a prison. My skin aches, the internal pressure basically demanding to be freed despite how horrid that situation would be.

The blonde haired doppelganger slowly looks over at me, their reddened tear filled hazel eyes locking to my tiny struggling form with a mixture of anger and something softer.

"You total fucking..." they grumble, stumbling and clamber up to their feet as they soon begin to tower over my in a manner I can only describe as terrible and awe inspiring. Suddenly I feel a hand grab the back of my neck, the skin suddenly pulling loose as I'm lifted into a dangling state. The blonde stops as they spot my eye, freezing up and biting at their lip in frustration before carrying me to the kitchen they had come in through.

"This is... like... a fucking nightmare" they grumble, my old voice sounding like it's being used by some dim party girl. "Why the fuck did I pat that stupid..." they huff, reaching the sink and turning on the tap. Slowly adjusting the temperate they grab the hand soap as well, holding it over my dangling limp form as I hang from her grasp.

As I glance up I try to say something, a weak mewling escaping my mouth as my vocal chords fight against my attempt at human speech. I watch as the thief lines up to pour soap on me, only pausing for a moment to warn me.

"Do. Not. Eat this shit" they huff, pouting at me in frustration. "I dunno if you're, like, this dude in their or like a magic cat but you'll fucking die so... ya know... Don't!" they explain, causing me to meow back in confusion at the fact they seemed just as bewildered as I am.

Suddenly I'm brought down into the sink, the warm water soothing me for a moment as my impossibly tight and compressed muscles get some sense of relief. The freezing chill that gripped me soon eases up, the water beneath me turning brown wit mud as the blonde weakly ruffles at the fur and kneads in the soap.

I simply focus on standing, my tiny legs shaking as I'm find myself almost comfortable on all fours. Before long I feel a hand scoop me up from my stomach, my whole form practically filling my former body's palm. My fur is rinsed off beneath the tap, a curtain of hair soon flopping in front of my eyes.

I can barely see as I'm held up again, the blonde in my body bringing me to eye level.

"Like, so... where's the bathroom?" they ask, tilting their head back and forth in an attempt to gauge the response. "Oh Em... Do NOT tell me it's like...out in the hall or..."

I weakly raise my left arm, a loud high pitched squeal soon following as I spot a paw covered in my old light brown hair now seemingly fur. The blonde pulls me away from their face, the loud feline shriek seeming to much for them.

"Shit... Fuck you're..." they squeak, my former voice sounding downright devastated as they turn to race down the side hallway to. "Stupid Christie" they huff, their lip quivering as they carry me to the two doors either side of the short stubby hall. "You just, like, trapped some rando guy in..."

As they open the right hand door they stumble into the bathroom, quickly snatching up the nearby towel and wrapping me in it. They quickly rub and pat at my tiny form, rapidly drying me as I simply lay limp in their powerful grasp.

I squeal and yowl as I spot the sight of us in the bathroom mirror, the tiny brown kitten wrapped in the navy blue towel mirroring my every motion. A large set of bright blue eyes rest locked staring into my own through the reflection, the reality sinking in as I look up at the blonde and the familiar set of hazel eyes that had once resting inside the cat's very skull.

"Sorry... But like..." the blonde hisses, ruffling the towel around my head as I feel my large pointed ears for the first time and start to wriggling in their grasp. "I couldn't just... stay as... like... a fucking cat" they whine, slumping as bit as they just hold me steady.

They seem to think about something, the gears turning strangely slowly behind their hazel eyes. Suddenly they throw back their head, groaning loudly. "Stupid fucking Christie" the sigh, exhaling loudly. "You shoulda just found Hailey or Jen, they coulda help and you wouldn't be some gross old guy..."

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...