With one last huff I force the door open, lurching inside the dark room before slamming the door behind me with my back against it. With a sigh of relief I slowly slide down with my back against the wooden door, my body dropping onto the hardwood floor as I catch my breath.
The image of the test in the back of my car and the sight of my mother upstairs makes my skin crawl, my breath catching in my chest as I slowly try to crawl to my feet.
"This is so... fucking wrong..." I cough, my mind reeling as I try to comprehend what was about to happen or even what I might look like once all was said and done.
Slapping my hand around I soon find the smooth plastic of the light switch, my fingers glancing over it as the room is suddenly flooded with painfully bright warm light. In reality, the light was more cozy than anything else, my pounding headache and fever leaving my eyes far more sensitive to the sudden shift.
The ever so slightly off-white walls glow almost golden under the soft light of the bulb above, the messy and sweat soaked bed in the back of the room appearing more like a void of sodden blankets under the poor lighting. Bags sit at the foot of the bed, my clothes barely unpacked since my arrival and my sudden illness.
The bed itself rests in a small alcove, the wall wrapping around it as a new space is formed on it's left. The open door reveals the dim and dank modern bathroom beyond, a simple sink and toilet taking up hafl the room before a large shower takes up the rest. The living space is split between a tiny living room that had been cobbled together last minute for my arrival, a simple couch and coffee table playing home to my laptop, while a galley kitchen runs along the left wall.
The humming of the fridge nearly makes me want to vomit, the mere thought of food making my stomach churning violently as I feel something foul fill it despite my lack of breakfast. Coughing slightly I stagger forwards, tumbling onto the sofa as a burp abruptly.
Meat
The scent and flavor of some raw and visceral fill my mouth as I feel the color drain from my face. My breath clings to my tongue as I retch, lipids riding on the air grasping at me and coating my mouth as my body rapidly sheds excess fat in any way it can.
As I roll over on the couch I feel my skin pull tightly against my ribs, a yelp of pain squeaking out of my lips as I feel my right side pinch and strain against the larger bones inside of me. Panting with shallow breath I feel sweat run down my face, the droplets tumbling to the wooden varnished floor with a pitter-patter as they leave behind small sparkling deposits of minerals.
Reaching down, my joints popping like bubble wrap with every inch, I pull up my shirt. As the bottom hem rising I let out a gasp, my gaze falling to the loose disembodied hairs fluttering freely from within while the right side of my chest and torso appears all but smooth and hairless. The skin compresses itself against my floating rib, the smooth curved bone poking out painfully with each poorly thought out movement.
"Fuck... fuck..." I whimper, rolling slightly as I try to give the taut flesh as much slack as I can. "It's not... not happening all at once..." I pant, my voice so hoarse and scratchy that I can hardly hear it drop and octave.
Flopping down on my side, curling slightly to prevent a repeat with my right side, I feel something tickle at the back of my neck. With a shaking hand I reach up, my fingers soon running through a matted mess of thick sweat covered strands. The patch is messy and uneven, each growing at its own radically different pace, but regardless the implication was the same.
Laying on the sofa I listen as the sound of the wind and mounting rain batters against the walls of my makeshift home, the soothing sound punctuated by the occasional crackling of my bones and horrid gurgling in my stomach. My eyes flutter shut, my shivering form barely slipping into sleep as I feel something truly foul rumble up from my stomach and past my lips.
The sound of thunder forces my out of my slumber, the flashing crackle of lightning filling the bathroom through the skylight above. The room smells of sweat and rotting meat, the scent leaving my stomach on the verge of upending itself once again.
However, as I gag and splutter at both the scent in the room and the flavors coating my mouth I'm soon met with a far more pressing set of needs. The sweat coating my body feels largely dry, as is my mouth and tongue along with it as dehydration wracks me to an intense degree. Not only that, but a painful pressure builds between my legs as my ball feel fit to burst and the skin tugs against the bloated contents within.
Tears fill my eyes as I squirm on the couch, my hands reaching down as I weakly pull down and kick my way out of my now seemingly baggy jeans. Hairs cascade out and float to the floor, some landing in the pile of pink and yellow viscera I had unceremoniously left dribbling down the side of the sofa and o the floor beneath.
"Water..." I wheeze, my voice breaking in a pitchy manner with each syllable. My legs tremble as I slowly slide them over the end of my seat, one landing disconcertingly earlier than the other. My left foot feels less supportive than my right, smaller and with far less mass to balance on as I slowly heave myself up.
I nearly crash down into my vomit as I stand, my left leg feeling at least an inch shorter than the right and with far less muscle and bone inside it. I'm forced to brace myself against the arm of the couch, the sudden movement leaving me wincing as I feel the tension in my crotch reach a fever pitch.
Blubber at this point I begin to inch my way around the couch, my feet sliding along the ground as I stagger towards the kitchen. The pain and discomfort in intense, my breath catching in my throat with each and every movement as my balls beg for me to simply stop. However, the need for water was simply too hard to ignore, the desperate cries from my dying body silencing all opposition as I take an unsteady step out and away from the support of the couch.
The room fills with a wet sickening pop, the sound of a fleshy water balloon bursting as the painful pressure between my legs suddenly vanishes. As the pain quickly disappears I'm met with the feeling of something warm and sticky clinging to the inside of my legs and coating my feet. Opening my mouth not even a cry of terror can come out, my eyes staring ahead in shock as my jaw hangs agape at the realization of what had just occurred.
Reaching down with my hands I feel the split sack now forming a set of loose hanging lips, the sensitive skin now feeling almost relieved without the constant strain of my cum. Try as I might I can't quite seem to find my actual balls, my fingers glancing over smooth sealed flesh where they would have once hung from.
The urge to vomit soon reemerges, my eyes darting to the sink as I lurch forward and heave up another mouth load of muscle fibers from somewhere deep inside of me. I barely have a chance to look at it before I frantically turn on the tap, the water washing away the mess in the sink as I begin to suck on the faucet like a baby animal suckling on a teat.
More and more water fills my stomach, my deep primal desire of hydration quickly being sated as I feel my abdomen distend and bulge with each subsequent gulp. With the water still running I slump down to my knees, my stomach aching under the weight of the water but the urge to sleep and recover being all too great to ignore.
I awake with a gasp, my body prone and sprawled out on the floor as the heady scent of cum lingers far too close to my head. My whole body feels wrong, my skin taut and tight in some places while loose and dangling in others. My bones feel at once too big and too small for my body, each one struggling to really fit with its neighbors as they grind and pop against one another.
A knocking raps out from the front door, my groggy mind barely aware of where I was let alone able to really work out who would be at the door.
Groaning loudly, my voice sounding more like a pre-teen boy than my own, I slowly heave myself to my knees. A cascade of hair tumbles around my ears and shoulders, the strands seemingly evening out slightly though still lacking any uniform cohesion across my scalp. Wobbling up to my feet I feel loose skin droop and hang over my right pectoral, an empty sack of flesh just waiting to be filled with something softer to the tough.
"God damn..." I whimper, limping my way to the door as I feel my body scream and fight me the whole way. Each step hurts in some way or another, too much weight being put on an irregular joint or an overly shrunken tendon twinging as it's forced to extend.
Reaching the door I creak it open slightly, not wanting to let anyone see inside or let any of the disease of scent from within out. Looking outside I'm met with the sight of...
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