Soulless and Sentient - Part Three

I begin to shiver in the cold night air and the rain, the tight and revealing clothes leaving me with little to combat the cold. My mouth hangs open, whimpering half words slipping out from my lips as I try to comprehend just what was happening.

I watch as the hands flutter about once more, patting over my body as if to take stock before pulling a phone from my top and typing.

'Spare key under mat, go home'

 I feel a shiver run down my spine, the feeling of the petite hand plunging unto the cavernous cleavage inside the tight teal top only acting as a part of the strange sensations wracking my rebellious body. The feeling of the hot and sweat-soaked phone clinging to the soft and supple fatty flesh bound inside the top, the device causing my skin to catch and cling thanks to the warm moisture, causing my mind to reel.

Covering the phone screen with one hand, fighting to keep the rain away from the already sweat coated device, my body rapidly begins to type out yet another message in a clumsy frenzy with the other hand.

'Please, I help'

'Promise'

Soulless and Sentient - Part Two

"Perfect..." drones a tired disinterested voice, a set of hands clutching at my collar.

In the faint light of the side street, the street lamps from the main road doing their best to try and illuminate the shadowy alley, I find myself freezing up as I look at one of the girls I had lingered on during my walk home.

My mind struggles to snap from the mixture of shock and the heady haze of liquor as she tugs herself closer to me, my eyes darting over her in the dim light as I finally find myself recognizing her from inside the gym.

Rain and sweat soak her teal top, the tight spandex struggling to restrain the immense bust beneath. Her rack rises and falls rhythmically with her heavy breathing, the race to catch up to me leaving her panting after her vigorous workout. Strands of shimmering platinum blonde hair cling to her vacant face, her plush lips twitching slightly as they struggle to even weakly smile up at me.

I stare into her unfocused hazel eyes, her long lashes fluttering on occasion due to the drizzling rain. The heady scent of built-up sweat blends with the chemical yet floral smell of women's deodorant, the latter seeming to have been poorly or lazily applied before her workout.

Soulless and Sentient - Part One

However, seeing was believing. My world turning upside down when I came face to face, lips to lips, with one of these poor creatures as I stumbled home drunk one night.

A slight drizzle comes down outside in a misty haze, the window by my seat fogging up as the warmth inside the bar clashes with the frigid cold outside. The whole place is abuzz, my usual nerdy haunt hosting an afterparty for a local convention, with people in various costumes and cosplay staggering about with new friends and acquaintances.

Soulless and Sentient - Prologue

They shamble through life, the not-quite-walking dead. Their eyes glazed over and unfocused without that certain vital spark behind them. Grunting and mumbling out one-word answers through strained tones they shuffle about as though on rails, looking for something.

While many move about this way, life getting them down or simply due to a rough night's sleep, there are some with some greater issue. These scant few can only grow in number, though their affliction is normally simply spread.

The lack of one's soul.

Com-Bin-Her - Part Three

​"What...the...fuck..." I squeak as I stare down at myself, my voice crackling slightly like it was undergoing puberty once more.

As I slump against the door I feel my chest tug at me, the hefty weights wobbling and shaking along with my heartbeat and breath as well as something more worrying.

The massive mounds sag rather dramatically, resting fairly far down my chest in a heavily drooping teardrop. The thick nipples stand at attention in the frigid open air, the tingling stick of the freezing metal rings through each of them only making my thick eraser-like nipples firmer and more sensitive.

My smaller pectorals, hidden beneath the voluminous fatty sacs bound to my chest, shudders and shakes against my will. It is as though the muscles are trying to escape my body, achingly tugging away from me as they cause the immense mounds to wobble with each movement.

Com-Bin-Her - Part Two

Rolling my eyes a little I make a quick selection before pressing

[Combine]

The screen itself quickly locks up, a spinning wheel covering my own image as new text lips up beneath it.

       Combining
     Jordan Hughes
           &
Margaret Richards - Breasts
  Gracie Douglas - Pussy

Com-Bin-Her - Part One

As I stumble into my apartment I quickly try to shake the rain from my lanky form. It had only been drizzling when I had left to go get my weekly groceries, but the wintery weather had soon turned violent and soaked me to my core on the way back.

Dropping the sodden bags to the floor by the door I quickly try to disrobe, my loose woolen sweater feeling five times as heavy thanks to all the water soaked into the usually warm material.

Piece after piece of clothing is tossed to the wooden floor with a series of loud wet slaps, a grown pool of water leaking out from underneath them. Before long I'm left shivering in my boxers, rubbing at my slender arms with my hands as I try to warm up.

I quickly begin to move to my bedroom, eager to fetch some dry clothes. However, as I step over the dripping set of black jeans my eyes go wide.

"My phone!" I cry, realizing I had left the worryingly delicate device in my pocket despite the heavy downpour outside.

Bodyy Balm - Part Three

After no small amount of thought, the morning soon turning to afternoon as I fumble and fiddle with the canister in my hands, I finally make a decision. I swallow hard, pushing the box of spare Bodyy Balm under my sofa as I race out the front door and downstairs to set a trap for Emily, the bitchy gym bunny.

As I rush down the stairs I think back to the times she had made life hell for those of us around the building, the stolen packages, the dumped and stolen laundry, and the changing clothes in public places with constant threats to go to her grandmother if we didn't apologize to her over it all. Always with that smirk on those cock sucking lips and a sneer on her delicate and innocent-looking face.

I could understand how her grandmother bent to her every whim, looking so sweet otherwise it would not take much for her to manipulate people especially someone as doting as a grandmother eager to see her grandchildren.

"She's in need of an attitude adjustment" I justify to myself, panting and sweating more profusely as I rush through the humid and warm stairwell. 'My attitude specifically" I think with a low chuckle escaping my lips.

Bodyy Balm - Part Two

I continue around the room for a bit, my eyes darting between the box, the balm in my hand, and the apartment at large. With a deep breath I finally make my decision, I'll make someone a suit, stealing their life permanently.

My gaze flits through my apartment, the degrees hanging in the wall and the books in the shelves all of which I had spent tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars to amass. For what? To be fired out the gate and to struggle to find anything worth my time and education afterward? To live in an overheating little shoe box of an apartment, to be cooked inside my own skin?

With each passing thought my drive to follow through with the sick plan grows. It'd just take a single canister of Bodyy Balm, dumping it into an unattended load of washing and then BAM. They didn't even need to know I did it, I could just be helping them live a normal life afterwards, a real good Samaritan filled with self-sacrifice.

Bodyy Balm - Part One

Most people though only knew the stories, having never gotten aboard the hype train or being able to find the scant few supplies before they left the shelves. However, beyond the illicit market some boxes of the stuff keep turning up. From old warehouses shipping the wrong stock they missed to garage sales including old half-used ointments.

It was from one of these that I found myself embroiled in the terrible and awe-inspiring substance. With me finding a crate of Bodyy Balm.

Fusion Therapy - Part Three

 "The bubbly young blonde in the fifth row, you weren't afraid to jump the bidding a few steps were you."

The crowd murmurs and parts slightly, attempting as best as they can to make way for the young winner of the auction. From my low position in the stage, sloshing around in the large glass vessel, I can only see the front few rows and even then they're just heads.

It isn't until she reaches the stairs that I see the auction winner, the seemingly gargantuan blonde flouncing up the steps with an immensely giddy grin spread across her face though something seems off or vacant behind it all.

Fusion Therapy - Part Two

"Going once, going twice...sold"

As the last word leaves the salesman's lips he taps something beside the dazed and drooling redhead, the padded metal sheet she is strapped to humming to life as arcs of blue plasma begins to run along her back. The what little padding behind her begins to peel away, the cheap foam of what I can only assume was a repurposed bed searing and vaporizing as each wriggling arch of light bridges out from the frame.

Despite the painful-looking scene the redhead doesn't appear to even notice, her head tilting up weakly to look into the crowd. The crowd soon turns from cheering and sighs of defeat to screams of terror and concerned shouting as one of the blue rivulets of plasma finally burrows through the redhead's abdomen before twisting back in on itself.

Fusion Therapy - Part One

Harsh and overpowering light bombards my eyes as I stir and claw my way to consciousness. As my eyes flutter open I'm forced to immediately close them again more tightly than before as what feels almost like a spotlight shines in my face. My head pounds painfully as I become more and more aware of the world around me, the whole process feeling awfully slow thanks to a heavy fog filling my mind.

The room around me is filled with a general hum of different voices, the collection of individuals softly chatting to each other building to be greater than the sum of its parts. I try my best to focus on any of the conversations in the hopes of working out where I was, however, I find what little snippets I can find slipping through my mental fingers like grains of sand.