For several minutes, I just laid there. The adrenaline spike I had suffered combined with far too little sleep, far too little food, and far too much unexplained bullshit had triggered a state of thoughtless limbo.
Sometimes, the world just gets to be too much and my brain will switch off for a few minutes. I will stare at a random corner of a table, apparently deep in thought, but really I am just letting my eyes focus and unfocus to play with the double images. It can be therapeutic.
I have heard it’s exclusively a guy thing, though it seems weird to me that a woman should not be able to. I suppose I could have eventually asked Jax, but she would not have appreciated the question. Whether through delusion or mind-fuckery, she had severe difficulty in remembering her former sex, and arguments otherwise only caused her unnecessary distress.
In any case, I was currently stuck to the ceiling and all but immobile. Again. So it was a good opportunity for a little mental relaxation. Even if I was finding breathing to be a bit of a struggle. I just hoped that no giant insects showed up with an appetite and an ax to grind.
However, it was not a vengeful beetle that first disturbed my rest.
“Well, that was exciting,” Mia said, popping into view once more.
I immediately noticed that she had somehow managed to find some clothes, though not the white from before. This was a lovely black dress with bell sleeves. It sort of reminded me of something Morticia Addams might have worn, however it was cut down the middle almost to her naval to reveal a captivating amount of skin. Not quite Elvira territory, but still. I would call it tastefully provocative.
On the other hand, I tended to hang out with nudists, so… take that for what you will.
She seemed to preen a bit at my attention and angled herself so as to allow me a better look at her profile. “Do you like it? I found it a moment ago in my new bedroom.”
I quirked an eyebrow, and with some effort, I managed to grunt “It’s… very nice, I’m sure. You have a bedroom now?”
She shivered slightly at the question and bit at her lower lip as she rubbed at her forearms, consequently pressing her breasts together enticingly. Then she looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes and murmured in a hungry and low tone of voice, “Mmm~ I want your cum on my tits…”
She froze. Slowly, a trace of pink began to color her cheeks. But she did not say anything. She just looked at me.
I clicked my tongue, well used to her tics by now, even if this one was a bit more… extreme than usual. So, I decided to have a little fun with it. “Normally, I’d be all about it, Mia, but as you can see, I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
A shy smile began to curl at the corner of her lips, but before she could speak, Lynnria cut in with a clipped and labored sort of cadence.
“Does… she… have any ideas? This isn’t… exactly comfortable, and I’m starting to get this weird cramp in my a—“ She paused. “Backside.”
I smirked at her, though turning my head was an effort. “Really? I’ve got a literal swear generator camped in my brain, and you balk at ‘ass?’”
She grunted like an old woman getting up from the couch just in trying to face me, and I had to suppress a grin when her head flopped over. Her cheek was being pulled to the floor… or ceiling, I guess, comically distorting her face. Though from the feel of it, I had to assume mine looked much the same.
“You look… ridiculous,” she reported, confirming my suspicions. “And Mia’s issues ha… have nothing to do with it. You should not swear in polite company. It’s vulgar.”
I just snorted—though I had to take a moment to recover the breath. “Considering the amount of times we’ve swapped saliva, I’d hardly consider us polite company anymore.”
She assumed an incredulous look. However, with the way her face was being pulled askew, it was not working quite like she intended.
“Considering the amount of times you’ve rebuffed me, I wonder at that. Honestly, what am I supposed to think? Here I am, your betrothed by vow, yet kept at arms length by your hangups and now these frankly ridiculous stories about transformations and… and losing myself. All of which I might begin to content myself with if I did not also have to contend with you melting my very bones with such k-k-kiss…”
Abruptly, her face contorted as though from pain, and she drew her lips back over her teeth. For a brief moment, a set of animal-like and very sharp fangs extended out. However, as the episode passed, so too did they, disappearing as though they had never been.
“Ridiculous stories, huh?” I murmured, but she did not appear to have heard me. She was still working at her jaw as though she had just experienced an unexplained spasm.
I had not considered that she might not have believed me, but in hindsight, it did help in explaining her apparent lackadaisical attitude toward the whole thing. And it was hard to blame her. She knew I had been trying to get rid of her, so it was easy to imagine I would make up something to scare her off.
However, this confirmed it. I most certainly was not. Something was going on, and not in the way it should have been.
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For several minutes, I just laid there. The adrenaline spike I had suffered combined with far too little sleep, far too little food, and far too much unexplained bullshit had triggered a state of thoughtless limbo.
Sometimes, the world just gets to be too much and my brain will switch off for a few minutes. I will stare at a random corner of a table, apparently deep in thought, but really I am just letting my eyes focus and unfocus to play with the double images. It can be therapeutic.
I have heard it’s exclusively a guy thing, though it seems weird to me that a woman should not be able to. I suppose I could have eventually asked Jax, but she would not have appreciated the question. Whether through delusion or mind-fuckery, she had severe difficulty in remembering her former sex, and arguments otherwise only caused her unnecessary distress.
In any case, I was currently stuck to the ceiling and all but immobile. Again. So it was a good opportunity for a little mental relaxation. Even if I was finding breathing to be a bit of a struggle. I just hoped that no giant insects showed up with an appetite and an ax to grind.
However, it was not a vengeful beetle that first disturbed my rest.
“Well, that was exciting,” Mia said, popping into view once more.
I immediately noticed that she had somehow managed to find some clothes, though not the white from before. This was a lovely black dress with bell sleeves. It sort of reminded me of something Morticia Addams might have worn, however it was cut down the middle almost to her naval to reveal a captivating amount of skin. Not quite Elvira territory, but still. I would call it tastefully provocative.
On the other hand, I tended to hang out with nudists, so… take that for what you will.
She seemed to preen a bit at my attention and angled herself so as to allow me a better look at her profile. “Do you like it? I found it a moment ago in my new bedroom.”
I quirked an eyebrow, and with some effort, I managed to grunt “It’s… very nice, I’m sure. You have a bedroom now?”
She shivered slightly at the question and bit at her lower lip as she rubbed at her forearms, consequently pressing her breasts together enticingly. Then she looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes and murmured in a hungry and low tone of voice, “Mmm~ I want your cum on my tits…”
She froze. Slowly, a trace of pink began to color her cheeks. But she did not say anything. She just looked at me.
I clicked my tongue, well used to her tics by now, even if this one was a bit more… extreme than usual. So, I decided to have a little fun with it. “Normally, I’d be all about it, Mia, but as you can see, I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
A shy smile began to curl at the corner of her lips, but before she could speak, Lynnria cut in with a clipped and labored sort of cadence.
“Does… she… have any ideas? This isn’t… exactly comfortable, and I’m starting to get this weird cramp in my a—“ She paused. “Backside.”
I smirked at her, though turning my head was an effort. “Really? I’ve got a literal swear generator camped in my brain, and you balk at ‘ass?’”
She grunted like an old woman getting up from the couch just in trying to face me, and I had to suppress a grin when her head flopped over. Her cheek was being pulled to the floor… or ceiling, I guess, comically distorting her face. Though from the feel of it, I had to assume mine looked much the same.
“You look… ridiculous,” she reported, confirming my suspicions. “And Mia’s issues ha… have nothing to do with it. You should not swear in polite company. It’s vulgar.”
I just snorted—though I had to take a moment to recover the breath. “Considering the amount of times we’ve swapped saliva, I’d hardly consider us polite company anymore.”
She assumed an incredulous look. However, with the way her face was being pulled askew, it was not working quite like she intended.
“Considering the amount of times you’ve rebuffed me, I wonder at that. Honestly, what am I supposed to think? Here I am, your betrothed by vow, yet kept at arms length by your hangups and now these frankly ridiculous stories about transformations and… and losing myself. All of which I might begin to content myself with if I did not also have to contend with you melting my very bones with such k-k-kiss…”
Abruptly, her face contorted as though from pain, and she drew her lips back over her teeth. For a brief moment, a set of animal-like and very sharp fangs extended out. However, as the episode passed, so too did they, disappearing as though they had never been.
“Ridiculous stories, huh?” I murmured, but she did not appear to have heard me. She was still working at her jaw as though she had just experienced an unexplained spasm.
I had not considered that she might not have believed me, but in hindsight, it did help in explaining her apparent lackadaisical attitude toward the whole thing. And it was hard to blame her. She knew I had been trying to get rid of her, so it was easy to imagine I would make up something to scare her off.
However, this confirmed it. I most certainly was not. Something was going on, and not in the way it should have been.
Seleroan
Hey there, gentle reader.
Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
Each chapter is now being personalized with some... passable chapter-inspired AI generated art. I try. But it gives things a bit of color. And you can read ahead!
Come on down! We'd love to see you.
