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Skin

By: Lycandope



CHAPTER 1: MONDAY

"So then I said, 'Darlin, if you want to see the whole thing, you'll need to take a bus to the next city'!" The man's sudden braying laughter startled the couple at the table next to him. His face was flushed from the martinis and he seemed to have no idea how loud he was talking. The clear liquid of his drink sloshed over the glass and onto the table while he tried to catch his breath.

Victoria had to run the last bit of the conversation in her head a few times to get the joke. Weren't they just talking about his money? No, his wallet. So then what...? Oh. Huh. He was trying to make a joke about his dick, wasn't he? Some feeble attempt at sexual innuendo. She spared an apologetic glance at the man and woman next to their table. The lady gave her a look of commiseration back.

The man's laughter died down to chortles before his eyes focused on his drink again. He took a loud slurp before talking. "What kinda name is Victoria Resta, anyway? Is it Eye-talion?" His eyes wandered from his drink to stare openly at Victoria's chest, as if he could see through the cream colored button-down shirt she was wearing.

"No, it's not Italian." She took a breath, wanting to end this. "My..."

"Can I call ya 'Vicky'?" He slurred, spilling the rest of his drink on their table.

"I don't think so. Look, John, I appreciate the dinner but I'm going back up to my room now. I can't say it's been a great evening." Victoria stood, gathering her small clutch purse in her hand.

"Well, hey! Hey, wait! Don't just..." He stood and grabbed at her wrist. "Don't just leave me here, dammit. Have a drink. Talk with me." Victoria could see the broken veins in his nose and cheeks. He wasn't even forty years old yet but he was well on his way to drinking himself into a grave.

Victoria brought her eyes slowly down to the man's hand on her sleeve. This was her favorite shirt. Silk. She saved up to buy it. The man looked down after a moment and he stared at his own hand, stupidly not understanding the problem.

Thankfully, their waiter seemed to sense the mood and drifted over to their table. He was well dressed in his white shirt and black pants with his hair cut short. "Is there anything I can help with?" He asked, politely. He was trained too well to make a scene in the restaurant and John had thirty pounds and five inches on him. Of course, the extra weight wasn't muscle but it still made a small difference.

"No, thank you. I was just leaving. John here will take care of the bill." She placed her hand on John's hand. He looked back up at her, still not comprehending. Victoria sighed and tugged his hand off of her. She almost screamed when she saw a faint smear of steak sauce on the cuff. 

Barely controlling her anger, she turned and stalked off. She received a few approving glances from the men around her as she left. She wasn't a beauty but she was attractive and her heels showed the nice definition in her calf muscles. Unlike a lot of the scarecrow women around her, she seemed to gain weight quite easily so she worked hard at her shape by jogging daily. She swore her hips laughed at her attempts to stay lean. Her mother told her they were good "child bearing hips" and Victoria reminded her every time that this wasn't the 1900s. Being five feet, three inches didn't help her self image, either. She always wanted to be taller even though quite a few guys told her she was beautiful the way she was. They all say that. It's easy for them to say. 

The restaurant was attached to the hotel she was staying in so the walk back to her room was brief. Her heels came off her feet as soon as she was inside her room. She appreciated what they did for her legs but her toes wept every time she wore them. After making sure the curtains were shut, she stripped down to her panties and bra - sensible, inexpensive, comfortable and black.

She padded into the small bathroom with her shirt in one hand. The hotel used liquid face soap, so she filled the sink with hot water and mixed in some soap, swirling it around. She gently laid her shirt on the counter to let the sleeve soak in the water. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh, Victoria. What are you doing?" She asked herself. At 28 years old she was showing small wrinkles at the corners of her large, dark brown eyes. Her curly hair hung loose behind her and she pulled back some strands from her face. She prided herself on her thick, dark red curls. Her hair was almost brown but when the light caught her right, the red came through like dark copper. Her heart-shaped face stared back at her, lips full and dark brown from the lipstick. She fingered the small cross on her necklace as she studied herself.

 It was Monday night, the first night of the conference. She worked in a real estate office in Arizona and her company had sent her to Seattle for a conference on the housing market and its future. She'd done well supporting the real estate agents so they were prepping her to take over a junior member's accounts. It was a great opportunity for her and she hoped it'd help her afford more than ramen noodles every night.

Being in a strange city threw her off. What was there to do in the evenings in a city she didn't know? She couldn't get over how cold and dark it was, even at 4 pm when the conference ended for the day. And the rain. Dear God, the rain. Didn't the city know it was January? She wondered. What started as a drizzle in the morning turned into a steady rain of fat raindrops. It wasn't even respectable hard driving rain like you'd get in a rainstorm. No, this was a lazy rain that seemed like it could go on forever.

Victoria sighed and grabbed her toothbrush. She scrubbed gently at the spot on her sleeve to try and get it out.

She didn't have the energy to go out in this dark, dreary rain so she'd haunted the hotel bar. When John offered to buy her a drink, she'd accepted. He seemed okay at the time and was dressed well enough. She let him buy her dinner because her per diem was small and prices were crazy. Also, McDonalds didn't deliver and packs of noodles took up a surprising amount of suitcase space so she didn't take food with her.

Hah. The stain was coming out a little. That was a small victory, at least. She told herself.

She had thought maybe it'd be fun to live a little by meeting a stranger in a bar for a drink. She'd been shy growing up so she mostly kept to herself. Now that she was in a new place for a short time why shouldn't she meet some guys and let them pay for her dinner? She wasn't dumb enough to get drunk or sleep with them and it beat just staying in her hotel room the entire time. Unless they were all like this John guy, of course.

When she finished with the sleeve she could barely see the stain. The damn shirt had cost her over $300. She had to save up several paychecks just to make sure she could afford it with her bills. She was immensely glad her mother taught her how to take care of herself; dry cleaning was absolutely out of the question with her income. She laid out the shirt with the cuff on a hand towel to dry.

While she washed off her toothbrush she noticed some dry skin on her right hand. How in the world did she go from Arizona to a wet city like Seattle and get dried out? She wondered. The dryness started near her thumb, ran up to her index finger and around the side of it. She made a mental note to buy some cheap lotion on her lunch break tomorrow. The TSA had confiscated several of her containers at the airport in Phoenix even though she was sure they were the right size.

She stopped herself from scratching at her hand and worked at removing her makeup. She shook her head. What a waste. I might as well have gone without makeup for all the good it did me tonight. I even used my good lipstick. She tsked at herself.

Finally, she brushed her teeth with the complimentary tooth paste. It still tasted like soap but even soapy breath was better than having pieces of salad stuck between her teeth. At least, that's what she told herself.

For a reason she could never quite figure out, she hated sleeping in just a bra and panties in bed. The hotel bed was no different -- she wore a plain t-shirt over her bra. She tucked herself in bed and tried to arrange the pillows to work better. All of them were much harder than she liked but they would work. She propped herself up to watch some television but it was mostly crap. Even HBO was just showing some old Adam Sandler movie. She tolerated it a bit before clicking it off.

Victoria turned off the bedside lamp and laid her necklace near the alarm clock. Lying down, she pushed the blankets down to her thighs. She'd need to shave again, she thought. Her legs felt a little rough and she really wanted to try out some miniskirts tomorrow.

Victoria pulled her panties down a little to expose the smooth, shaved skin of her crotch. She reached her fingers down and gently played with her labia and clit. There was another dry area on the skin of her left thigh, running close to her pussy.

She ignored the dry sking and rubbed herself slowly - it was early and she wasn't in any hurry. She brought her shirt up over her breasts - nice c-cups with big fat nipples. She'd been teased about them when she was a young girl but her breasts filled out and now they matched her shape. She caressed her left breast with her left hand, trailing a finger over the nipple and around the aureole. The nipple stiffened lazily.

She could feel her own arousal and she teased herself by dipping two fingers inside the warm wetness between her legs. She bit her lip and twisted her feet against the feeling. The heel of her hand settled against her clit and she rubbed it up and down as she brought her fingers slowly in and out of herself. The rough, dried skin on her right hand actually made the feeling more intense and she found herself rubbing the side of her index finger against her pussy lips. She wasn't quite as wet as she liked but the roughness felt different to her -- different in a way she liked.

Her breathing quickened. She pinched and rolled her nipple, kneading the soft flesh of her breast over and over. She brought her right hand to her mouth and sucked on the fingers, wetting them and tasting herself. She pulled her nipple hard and moaned, stretching her feet. Her right hand found her pussy lips again and she almost didn't need to use her mouth on her fingers. At first she rubbed the lips gently in circles but her speed increased and soon she was rubbing faster and faster, pressing hard against herself. Every time she rubbed her clit, a jolt of pleasure shot down her left leg.

She twisted on the bed, pulling, squeezing her own breast and rubbing herself furiously. Close, so close! Her fingertips worked inside her and she could feel the orgasm building. She turned her hand so the rough skin pressed into her and worked it up and down inside her cunt. She conjured up the image of a faceless man fucking her - biting and sucking on her nipples. Minutes later the orgasm hit and she turned her head to shriek into her pillow while her legs and hips bucked. The hand that was torturing her nipple grabbed a handful of bed sheet as her body shook.

Maybe there's an upside to all of this crappy weather, she thought. That was one of my best orgasms outside of sex with a guy.

CHAPTER 2: TUESDAY

Her dreams were dark and she woke up several times during the night with a general sense of dread. All she could remember in the morning were pitch black shapes shifting and rolling over and over and something almost like speech but then it was gone. It left her feeling uneasy.

Just as she was about to shower, she noticed the dry patch on her hand was worse. It now covered the top of her right hand and even her left hand had a small spot of dryness. Her left thigh was half covered and now her right thigh had a patch of dry skin as well. Even her belly was itching. The skin wasn't red and she didn't see any bumps or anything to make her think it was a rash. It was just... the skin was thicker and itched fiercely when she paid it attention. Twice she had to stop herself from scratching.

The hot water from the shower was luxurious. Normally she was fast in the shower but since she didn't have to pay for the water, she enjoyed herself. A part of her felt like she'd been out in the cold a long time; as if she'd always been cold. The hot water soaked down into her core. She spent at least 10 minutes just standing under the water and steam, turning this way and that.

The hotel soap was substandard but worked well enough. She made a lather with her hand and rubbed herself down. Her breasts were especially soft and she made sure to clean them well. She rubbed slowly over her nipples, around the sides and under the breasts, lifting them up as she did. They seemed heavier this morning and it felt like a nerve ran directly from her nipple to her crotch and then her toe every time her hand rubbed one of her nipples.

She worked her stomach next, sliding her soapy hands around her body. She was pleased to find that all the crunches she'd been doing at the gym might finally be paying off - she could feel some muscle under a thin layer of fat. She made a mental note to try out the little gym downstairs later today to keep it up. She'd only ever been able to get muscle tone in her legs before. Well, her ass did okay too but she could still stand to lose a bit there.

Victoria found another rough patch of skin on the bottom of her left ass cheek. When she let the water run over it, the skin felt a little softer. She added another mental note for a soak in the bath before bed.

She gave extra attention to her left leg and the combination of the heat, water and soap felt good against the rough spots of skin. The urge to scratch her skin was insane so she finished as quickly as possible.

After she washed the soap from her body, she leaned back against the wall of the shower with her legs spread. She teased the lips of her pussy with one hand while another massaged her breast. Victoria rubbed herself slowly with her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her rough fingers against the smooth skin of her pussy. When her legs shook a little from the intense feelings, she stopped. She thought briefly of continuing but she knew she'd never be able to stay standing up once she really got into it.

 After drying off, she found a nice dark brown blouse that went well with her hair. Her skirt was out since the rough patch of skin went down to her knee so she picked out some simple slacks and a pair of dark red flat shoes. She put on some light makeup and a dab of perfume, just in case.

The meeting room was half full of people and Victoria was feeling self-conscious about the rash so she sat in the back. She knew almost everything she needed, anyway. One of the reasons they were promoting her was because she paid attention and learned fast. She took some notes in the class but day dreamed most of the time. She snapped out of it a little before noon when she found herself making long scratches up and down her left leg. Good Lord, she thought. Next I'll be sticking my hand down my pants to scratch my crotch like some hick. Although... it is feeling a little itchy down there.

To distract herself from scratching she tried to focus on the meeting. That went fine until her mind wandered and she found herself rubbing the base of her hand on the edge of the table in front of her, over and over. Thankfully, it was almost lunchtime so she snuck out of the back of the room early.

A quick stop at her room allowed her to drop off her notes and then she left to find the nearest drug store. She told herself that there had to be something to help.

The rain had actually stopped last night so she was treated to an overcast day rather than just rain. She missed the sun - she felt sluggish and cold without it. How did these people live here without going crazy?

A Rite Aid store happened to be the closest one so she stopped in to find some products. She wandered around slowly until she finally found the lotions. An elderly store employee asked if she needed help as Victoria looked through the different brands. Figures, she thought. Just as I found what I was looking for. She told the lady, 'no' politely and went back to digging through the bottles. She found one and popped the top to smell it.

"Oh, honey. You don't want to taste that." The old lady was at her side again.

Victoria snapped her eyes open and noticed her tongue was out, inches away from the top of the lotion's cap. "I... what? No, of course I wouldn't." The lady opened her mouth as if to say something else but finally walked away without another word.

Checking a few more products, she found the first one was the best - or at least it didn't smell as strongly as the others. The last thing she wanted was to smell like a chemical factory.

"There needs to be better truth in advertising." Victoria told the checkout girl. "I just noticed this thing says unscented on the label but here try it, it smells like someone ran a bouquet of flowers through a blender."

The girl sniffed at the bottle but swore she couldn't smell anything. Victoria was not surprised - with all this rain people probably walked around with a perpetual cold. And it was cold. She wished she had a larger coat but who needs one in Arizona? What started as a shiver turned into her scratching her left arm and it took a few seconds for her to notice. It just felt so good to scratch the dry skin. This lotion better work, she thought.

She ate a light meal at a nearby Subway, being sure to keep the receipt for her expense report. She started with a six inch sandwich but bought another one when she was done. Hungrier than I thought. She told herself. I'm definitely going to hit the gym tonight and work this food off on their cheap treadmill.

By the time she was finished with lunch, she still had twenty more minutes before the conference resumed. Victoria made time to stop in her room and put some of the lotion on. In the brief time since this morning, the rash had spread to cover her right thigh, her left calf and her left hand. Her left hip and part of her ass was also rougher to the touch. She used nearly a quarter of the bottle to cover herself.

While she worked the lotion on her skin, she sat next to the heater and turned up the heat. She was definitely staying inside the rest of the trip. Of course, it'd be her luck if it was something in the room making her break out. That would be great - caught between freezing to death outside or breaking out in hives inside.

Victoria sat in the back of the conference room again when the meeting started. The lotion helped somewhat but the rest of the meeting crawled. She found herself doodling squiggly lines all over her notebook. Sometimes they were thin lines, sometimes thicker and filled in. She had no idea she'd even been drawing anything.

She was the first out of the room at four when they were done for the day. She longed for the heater in her room. The coordinator for the conference had refused to turn up the heat in their meeting area. He'd taken a poll and everyone else said they were warm enough. 

Back in her own room she stripped to her underwear and crawled under the blankets. She twisted and turned under the covers, enjoying the way the sheets rubbed against her skin. When she realized she was basically scratching herself with her blankets, she stopped and tried to take a nap. It didn't take long - the warmth from the heater and blankets put her out quickly.

She had the same kind of dream again - indistinct figures moving against each other and all of them trying to talk at once, except she couldn't hear them. Their strange voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a roaring in her ears and it startled her awake. She was clutching her hands to her head as if to cover her ears.


Skin



Her head hurt but not from a headache - the skin itself hurt. She tsked at herself when she looked at her hand. She had pulled out some of her hair while she was sleeping. Not much - just a fistful of strands - but more than she'd like. No wonder her head hurt. There were even some hairs on her pillow. The deep, dark red of her hair looked nearly black without the lights on. She grimaced. She was really proud of her hair.

A look at the clock told her it was almost 6:30 pm - she'd been asleep for nearly two hours. And hungry. Again. Maybe she'd have better luck tonight at the bar. 

She grabbed her brush and sat at the edge of the bed to fix her hair. After a few strokes she had to actually pick the hair from the bristles before she could continue. She ran her fingers through her hair and was happy to feel it as thick and strong as it ever was. She'd have to call her mother tonight and ask if being allergic to something could cause hair to come out.

The rash was growing. Both legs were completely covered by it and both hands as well. She ran her hand down her left side and felt the rough skin on her hip and ass. The right side was still mostly fine. The strange thing was, it didn't hurt. And it didn't look bad, really. In the right light it still looked like her skin. You could even see the freckles on the top. That seemed odd to her but she'd never had a rash before so maybe it was normal.

She turned from the mirror to grab her clothes and then stopped. Her back was red. Well, the area around her spine and shoulders was. It looked almost inflamed. She reached a hand around and made an experimental scratch. She jumped when she did it - it almost felt like when she played with her nipples. She scratched again and got the same reaction - a small lightning bolt that arced from her back to her leg, passing through her pussy on the way down. She felt herself grow wet from the sensation. Unbelievable, she thought.

Was there time to masturbate? What if...? She walked over to the edge of the wall next to her and turned her back against it. Gently, she leaned back so the edge aligned with her spine. She rubbed herself up the wall and her body shook in response. It was like the hand of God Himself was on her cunt, rubbing her. It was almost like masturbating but so much more alien - better in some ways. She didn't even stop to think of what she must look like. She unhooked her bra and let it dangle in front of her. Her breasts sighed in relief and she didn't notice thin lines where the wire of the bra pressed hard against the sides of her breasts.

Victoria brought her hands up above her head to hold on to the edge of the wall. She dropped her hips and then brought herself up and back, rubbing the cheap wallpaper against her back. Her legs twitched and her toes made little fists in the cheap carpet. She turned her head and moaned into the soft white flesh of her arm. Her tongue flicked out, as if on its own and licked her arm. She dragged herself down and had to hold on tight to the wall to keep from dropping to her knees. She could feel her pussy juice running down her thighs. Up and down, she moved slightly side to side to let the edge rub against her spine and the sides of it as well.

She whimpered as she dragged her back up and down. Her panties caught on the wall and were pulled down slightly, the edge of the wall digging between her ass cheeks. Her juice ran down her legs to her knees. She's never been one to self lubricate much and even when she did, it was usually just enough for sex. The feeling was incredible.

Up and down, up and down. She was having a hard time controlling her legs now. She gripped the wall and moved faster, not caring or even thinking about what this was doing to her back. Up and down, up and down. She grabbed her left tit and pulled it up to her mouth. Her slightly longer tongue flicked out to roll over and wrap around her stiff nipple. Her hips bucked against the wall, slamming it hard as her orgasm tore through her body. Her back felt like it was on fire and she could barely move because of all the twitching.

Only now did she realize what she'd just done. She felt ashamed and terrified. She dragged herself up to the full length mirror in the bathroom to look at her back, almost crying when she saw how red her back was. It looked like someone raked their fingernails up and down her back and ass. There was no blood but it looked bad and she could feel it throbbing with her heartbeat.

Victoria crawled back into bed, crying quietly. She tried to think of what she should do but nothing sounded right. Call her mother? What would she tell her - that she had sex with the hotel wall? Call the emergency room? She couldn't afford it even with her crappy insurance.

Eventually her back stopped throbbing. It still felt hot but not nearly like it did while she was rubbing it before. Her stomach decides things - she needs to eat. Victoria very gently clothed herself, cautious of the skin on her back. She grunted, working to get her bra latched again as the material bites into her flesh.

Victoria dug out her favorite lipstick again. It's a small comfort but she felt like even something as simple as that will help to calm her. As she brought the lipstick up to her mouth, she noticed something - she's missing the fingernail from her right pinky finger. It's gone. There's just a mound of flesh where the fingernail used to be. With everything else that's happened, her mind can't seem to grasp the significance of this. Her fingernail was gone. Just. Gone. She tried to think if it happened earlier with the wall or with the scratching but can't remember. Maybe she scratched herself too hard and it came out? She couldn't remember if fingernails grew back but she told herself they had to. If they get longer then they must grow back, she thought. A part of her feels like she should be more scared than she is but it's a small part that she can't seem to hear.

Thankfully, she doesn't normally paint her fingernails so the missing nail is barely noticeable. She keeps a small cache of band aids in her purse and one of them hides the missing nail quite easily. Better than nothing, she tells herself. She runs her hands through her hair again before leaving and isn't pleased to find more hair coming out in her hands. She tells herself that if she's still losing hair like this tomorrow then she'll leave and beg the money for the flight from her parents.

She looked herself over in the mirror one last time, frowning as she does. Her shirt is nice but it doesn't show anything. Normally she hides behind her clothes but why should she? She brings her hands up to the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together. Maybe that was her problem last night - nobody saw what she really looked like so she ended up with a guy like John. If she showed herself off more, then maybe she'd find someone she liked. Somebody more substantial.

She did have one shirt she'd been saving - it was cut low and she never wore it but she brought it just in case. It's a simple cotton shirt but well made and she's amazed at the effect it has on her when she tries it on. She looked completely different. Whereas she was attractive but a little mousey before, now she looked powerful and sexy. She dug her hands into her bra to pull her breasts into a more comfortable position. She didn't spare a thought as to why her bra is feeling too tight. She's hypnotized by her figure - a true hourglass shape with her hips flaring out and her chest threatening to pop out of her shirt. Thankfully, the rash hasn't made its way to her chest.

The restaurant's bar is fairly packed but there are a couple stools open. She picked one and sat, eyeing the crowd. There are several handsome men around but only a few unattached. She boldly eyed two men sitting in a corner booth and smiled when one of them looked over at her. It takes several more glances and several more smiles before he gets the hint but he finally does. She watched the man excuse himself from his friend as he made his way over to her. She has never felt so self confident before - it's as if she was seized by some crazy, manic energy.

The man is dressed in a classic suit - black pants, white shirt and a silk black tie. His dark jacket draped over his arm. His hair is short and slicked back over his head. She wondered if he was a senator or a president of some company. A glint caught her eye and she glanced down at his sleeves to note he was even wearing cufflinks.

"Hi. Mind if I sit down?" He asked her.

She looked him up and down boldly. "My feelings would be hurt if you didn't." She told him. "I was just about to think of dinner but the thought of eating alone seemed too sad." Her heart was racing and her mind felt like it was going a million miles a minute. She almost felt drugged - here but not present.

"What a coincidence. I haven't eaten yet. My name's Rob." He reached out his right hand towards her.

"Victoria." She said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

They made their way to a booth and ordered drinks. Rob ordered a whiskey and Victoria surprised herself when she asked for the same. Rob raised an eye at her but made no comment.

Victoria smiled coyly at the man sitting across from her. She found herself leaning forward slightly to show off her ample cleavage. The man's eyes flicked down and then back up to her eyes.

"So, Rob, what do you do?" She asked.

"Oh. Uh. Investments. California." He grimaced and took a swallow of his drink. "I have a small company in California and a group of clients I work with. Investments, primarily. I'm just in town visiting some family and thought I'd see about expanding my business a little. Seattle has some amazing companies and my family knows a few important people that might help me win some business. And if I can help companies do better while making a little extra money for myself then I feel happy." He smiled and Victoria found herself warming to this handsome young man. She had no doubt that brilliant smile won him a few clients. That, she thought. And he even smells nice.

When their food finally arrived, her steak was undercooked. Victoria poked at it experimentally while the waiter peppered Rob's salad.

Rob watched pink juice pool out from Victoria's steak. "Oh, excuse me waiter but I think the lady ordered her steak well done." 

Victoria waved the water away. "No, no. It's fine. I'll still eat it. I'm starving and it's still good. I don't' think I can live off of bread rolls while waiting for another steak. It's still good." She'd always been grossed out by her friends ordering rare steaks but found that she didn't care right now. She was pleasantly surprised to find it was actually delicious. They ate without speaking, enjoying the quiet of their little booth.

"Don't take this the wrong way but how in the world can you eat that without chewing?" Rob asked.

Victoria paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. "I..." She stopped, thinking back to what she was just doing. Oh my god. I haven't been chewing at all. Just swallowing each bite. She chuckled nervously. "Oh, I've been chewing. I'm just careful about it. Manners, you know." She brought another small piece of steak to her mouth and purposefully chewed it. It somehow felt odd on her teeth.

With dinner done and the plates taken away, they both sat, sipping their drinks. Victoria was utterly relaxed listening to Rob talk about the beaches in California when he stopped to ask if she was okay.

"I'm more than okay. It's wonderful listening to someone that can think beyond their dick." As soon as she said it, she wished she could take it back. She's never been crude before and certainly not in public. She doesn't even know why she said it - she's not drunk or even tipsy.

Rob tilted his head slightly, as if not knowing how to take the comment. He finally decided it was an odd compliment. "I meant your hand. You've been scratching it for the last several minutes and I think you drew a little blood." He told her.

She looked down and immediately hid her hands under the table. She scratched through the dry skin on her left hand without noticing it. That's not what scared her, however. The quick glance she had told her there's not new pink skin underneath - there's something hard and shiny. She looked again but there wasn't enough lighting to see properly. Whatever it was, it was dark and smooth to the touch. While feeling around the area, her finger caught on the edge of the skin. With a small pull, more of her skin came away revealing the same smooth material underneath.

"I think... I think I'm going to be sick." Victoria staggered upright and nearly ran to the bathroom.

Rob stood with her, a look of concern on his face. "Should I...?" Victoria gave him no time to offer help or anything else; she ran to the restrooms while hiding her hand under her armpit.

In the bathroom (thankfully empty) she grabbed a stall, closing the door behind her. She dry heaved into the toilet over and over. Her hands shook against the side of the toilet. She looked at her hand in the harsh fluorescent light. Scales. There's nothing else to call the new skin other than scales. Pure black snake scales. She dry heaved again and still nothing came out.

With a cry she tore at the skin on her hand and it came away easily, exposing more and more of the scales beneath. She beat her hands against the toilet seat while sobbing, chest heaving. When she could see through the tears, she saw her pinky finger band aid in the toilet. Floating along with it was a thick clump of her hair. Victoria brought her hand gingerly up to her head, feeling around her scalp. When she looked at her hand, her eyes widened in fear.

 Her pinky finger was no longer missing a fingernail. Or, more precisely, there was now a thick, black talon growing out of the tip of her pinky finger. Victoria wavered and nearly passed out before catching herself.

"Away. I have to get away from here." She pulled herself up and walked to the door, bumping into the wall. She felt feverish and the room swayed dangerously in front of her. She left the bathroom, walking straight for the exit, not even glancing toward the booth she had shared with Rob. Unfortunately, he was waiting for her at the doors leading out of the restaurant. Victoria clutched her left hand in her right armpit, hiding it from him.

"Hey, Victoria! Are you okay? You worried me there. I'm not so ugly that you'd have to run from me, am I?" He chuckled but his face betrayed his emotions -- he was worried for her. Victoria didn't look at him.

"I've... I'm okay. I just... I just have to go." She tried to go around him but he blocked her.

"Are you sure? You don't look good. Here, let me at least give you my card. If you need anything, you call. Don't worry about the time or anything. Just call me, okay?" He put his card out and Victoria grabbed it blindly before shouldering past him. She couldn't breathe and everything was going crazy around her. When she passed close to Rob, she noticed his cologne but there was an undercurrent to the smell, something she never noticed and can't even begin to identify. Her tongue flicks out of her mouth twice, tasting the air.

"Go. I've got to go. Thank you." She mumbled. Nothing made sense and her head was buzzing.

She didn't remember the trip to her room. She has brief memories of people walking past her and looking at her strangely but she doesn't care. She barely remembered to lock the door behind her before she collapsed to the ground.

Victoria twisted on the cheap short pile carpet. Her body jerked as the muscles in her stomach clenched and unclenched over and over. Her nipples dragged against the floor, stiffening against the tight fitting shirt. She rubbed her arms on the ground as her body involuntarily twisted. There was an itch deep in her body that she couldn't seem to scratch and it was driving her crazy. She rolled from her stomach to her back and back again, pushing and rubbing against the ground. Her body was on fire.

She rubbed her hands down her stomach and sides, down over her ass and into her shirt. The muscles in her arm suddenly tightened and she ripped her shirt down the middle. Her breasts were overflowing the bra -- they were larger now and the bra was cutting deep into her skin. It took her three tugs to break the bra down the front. Her shirt hung loose on her shoulders and back.

 Victoria felt an itch deep in the center of her brain. Her hands reached up, fingers running through her thick hair but she couldn't reach the itch. Her fingers clenched, digging and pulling into her scalp. Her hands came away with her thick red curls between the fingers. The itch was flaring - hissing and talking and screaming at her. Her hair came out freely as she rubbed her head in the ground and pulled her hair. She felt bumps all over her head - tiny bumps bulging out from her scalp.

Victoria writhed on the ground. Her hands shook against the button of her pants but she couldn't control what she was doing. Hard black claws grew from her fingers, cutting her short, clear fingernails in half. The claws lengthened into short, thick talons with razor points. She tried again to pull at her pants but ended up ripping them into ribbons instead. She couldn't remember how to pull her pants off anymore. Her new claws cut ribbons of dead flesh from her hips and ass as she tore through the pants. Her talons made a sound like steel scratching against steel but the scales underneath her skin were unmarked.

She felt hot, so hot - like someone poured molten steel down her back. She screamed, tearing at her spine with her bare hands, shredding her shirt. The red skin around her spine broke apart, bleeding little trails down her back. Small pink scales lined her spine from her ass to the back of her neck in a bloody trail. Within seconds, the older pink scales darkened to a blood red color and grew larger, covering a six inch span along the length of her spine. She was on her stomach, her back arched with her head pulled back in a silent scream. Her canine teeth lengthened as the teeth next to them fell out to be replaced by smaller sharp teeth. Her tongue elongated, losing some of its girth in the process. At three inches of extra length, the tongue stopped, splitting down the middle, separating the very tip into two parts of pink flesh.

Her vision blurred as her pupils reshaped themselves into vertical slits, her eye color changing to a dark jade green.

 Victoria was on her back again, desperately trying to rub the new flesh of her back against something rough. She tore at the flesh of her arms, cutting bloody grooves in her biceps and tearing dead skin from her forearms, revealing more blackened scales. The cuts in her biceps slowly healed over while she trashed.

There was movement on her head but she barely noticed. Whatever it was, it was jerking her head in different directions. She still couldn't focus because of the screaming in her brain and the pain she felt all over her body. Her upper body thickened, retaining her same proportions but growing larger. Her breasts hung full and heavy to her side, the nipples even larger than before. Her shirt and bra lay in tatters on the floor around her.

Suddenly, there came a burning around her cunt. Without conscious thought she tried again to push her pants off but she couldn't move her arms properly. Instead, she contented herself with trying to scratch the impossible itch inside her body. Dead white skin came off easily around her ass and crotch as she scratched. The pitch black scales beneath the old skin started just below her belly button and disappeared into her pants, hidden under dying skin. She can almost feel them growing up her body - it felt like someone has grabbed a handful of her nerve endings and are pulling over and over. The scales came up and cradled her belly in an arc, from the top of her left hip, down just touching her belly button and up again to the top of her other hip.




Skin



With a loud crack, her pelvis broke and reshaped, moving her vagina to the front of her body. Small, pale scales grew down from her belly to cover her labia, turning black and hardening as they developed. Her pussy lips pulled into her body leaving a wet slit behind. The bones of her pelvis segmented into pieces.

She felt a pain in her spine, as if someone was slamming her spine with a sledgehammer. The bones fracture and reform, thinner but wider and stronger. If she could move, she'd find that she could bend her body to bring her head between her legs while laying down. Her ribs shift and grow joints along their lengths to accommodate her new flexibility.

There's a sickening popping sound as the bones in her legs and feet break apart and dissolve. The burning in her pussy moves up her back and she feels something on her ass, as if a drunken surgeon is stitching the skin around her ass shut with a burning hot needle. Her upper body shakes against the pain. The feeling moves slowly down her body. She can feel her pants moving against the skin of her legs.

A line of skin grew from her spine, pulling her two legs together. As her legs join together, they push against her clothes, forcefully sliding them down her body. Where her legs are joined together, the old skin is pulled off leaving large midnight black scales in their place. She felt something tugging against her spine as her legs fuse, inch by inch.

When her knees are joined together, the pain in her body starts to lessen.

 Victoria almost screamed when she heard voices, loud and strong as if someone were talking directly into her brain.

"...Girl...Ssssleeep...girl... giiirrll... Ssssssssleeep girl..." The voices talk over each other endlessly. It's the last conscious thought she has before blacking out.

While she slept, her legs continued to pull together until her feet have melded. There's a pause as her body prepares itself. Finally, a new growth extends past where her toes used to be. Her spinal column grows a new segment and is quickly swallowed by muscle, veins, curved bones and a light, translucent skin. Bit by bit her new tail grows longer and longer. Eventually, the new skin hardens into black, shiny scales.

CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY

In her dreams, Victoria sat before a huge blazing red fire over a mountain of black coals. It warmed her and comforted her but she couldn't say why. She felt so cold in the dark. Behind her, monstrous shapes shifted and moaned but didn't dare to approach her. She lay down as close as she could to the fire and slept peacefully.

When she woke, she felt the coarse carpet against her skin. Her body felt heavy and sluggish, as if she was suddenly woken from a particularly short nap. Grey light filtered through her curtains. She couldn't remember why she was on the floor - specifically why she was naked on the floor. Well, wearing pants it felt like.

She pushed herself up and tried to bring her left knee under her to stand. What happened instead was a sudden swift movement and her head slammed into the ceiling with a loud crack. She immediately fell forward with her eyes closed, putting her hands out to shield herself from falling on the floor. When she didn't feel the impact from the ground, she opened her eyes. She was hovering three feet off of the ground, breasts dangling heavy below her. Her hair slid under hair, dangling in the air.

Victoria stared at the ground below her. She couldn't make sense of it. It felt like her toes were caught on something, holding her up. As if with just the muscles in her lower leg she was able to keep herself at a crazy angle. When she was a child she used to play a game where she would lean forward as far as she could without falling over. This felt exactly the same, except that she was completely horizontal. And her damn hair kept getting in her eyes.

Out of a habit born from years of dealing with unbound long hair, Victoria reached to brush her hair behind her ears. Her fingers froze. This was not her thick, soft hair. Her fingers touched something cool and smooth, almost like marble but with little indentations. She pulled one of the things around to look at it and shrieked when her eyes focused enough to see what it was - a thin, pure black snake.

"...told... sooon... you... tooo soon... told you.. told youuuu... too soon... toooold you... too soon... sleeep... told youuuu... sssssleeep... no... ssshee neeeeds to ssssseeee..." The voices came at her from both sides and she couldn't shut them out, not even with her hands clamped to her ears. A loud WHOMP WHOMP CRASH WHOMP! sound echoed around the room.

"... calm! ... girl ... calm! Peacccceeee... girl! be caaaalmmmm...." The voices rasped at her.

Victoria opened her eyes again to see a massive black tail whipping around the room, crushing whatever it hit. Her bed was flattened and pieces of furniture littered the room.

She could feel it. She could feel this tail moving. She felt the tugging on her spine and the impact of the tail against whatever it struck. It was huge, impossible to know how long but at least four feet in thickness. She was still screaming.

Suddenly, a single blinding, pure command hit her.

STOP.

And, she did. This time she did fall to the ground and she felt her tail crash to the floor with her.

"... weak... heavy... her... can't... sssstilll too heavy... weak... can't command... her... weakenssss ussss..." The voices were more quiet in her head, as if from a great distance.

Victoria tried to move but it was difficult. She was still breathing fast and her heart hammered in her ears. Rather than trying to move again, she looked at herself in the mirror on the bathroom door. Her hair, her beautiful hair was all gone. There was a mass of pure black snakes covering her head, except for a streak of blood red ones down the middle. They hung limply around her, barely moving. With everything else, that was what struck her the hardest - she always loved her hair.

Her arms were in front of her and she could see where the black scales covered the tops of her hands and her whole forearm on both arms. Her fingernails were gone, replaced by thick black claws. She flexed her hand and watched the scales ripple down her forearms as the muscles contracted. She looked stronger. She had actual biceps now where she only had plain arms before.

As she watched, her tongue flicked out three times, curling up to touch her nose on the third time out. It was forked and rasped against the skin of her nose when it touched her.

She could see part of her back -- it was mostly still her skin except for a wide patch of blood red scales running down her neck to her ass. Or, where her ass used to be. There were no ass cheeks or bulge to signify where they once were. She hadn't even been particularly proud of her ass but at least she had one. Now... now there were only smooth black scales in its place. From there, the tail began. She could see it coiled behind her.

Victoria wailed.

The voices whispered in her ears. "Calm... good... be... be calm girl... be... girl... calm... be calm... be good..." Over and over. They were louder than before but still weak.

Her breath hitched as she tried to talk. "I... I don't... I don't know what's hap...happening!" She sobbed over and over.

"Fooolissshhhh... coming... they are... are... they... coming... will come... foolisssshhhh..." Now there was a sense of urgency in the voices.

Victoria wiped the tears from her face. "Who? Who is coming?"

"Sssss... loud... tooooo loud... you were... come... they will come... coming now... thingsssss... you... find you... breaking thingsssss..." They told her. She could feel the snakes moving against her and each other. She could actually feel them touching each other. They weren't just separate creatures attached to her - she could feel what they felt.

She looked around the destroyed room. They were right. She was surprised the police weren't knocking on her door right now. She tried to push herself up and found she could, slowly. She wriggled what used to be her toes and watched as her tail unwrapped itself, sliding around and over. She felt the scales against each other but she could only feel the pressure and the coolness of them. When she thought of herself as kneeling, the part of her tail directly under where her ass used to be picked her up so her torso was vertical. Her tail coiled behind her and the floor creaked under its weight.

What could she do? She would be shot or worse if she tried to leave. She would never survive.

The snakes on her head writhed against each other. "Him...him... caaaall him... the man... man... callll..."

Rob. She could call Rob. He said he would help. He said he would. He could do something. He'd understand. He would do something.

Rob's card lay on the ground in front of the door. When she thought about walking, the length of tail below her torso pivoted and unraveled, sliding back and forth to bring her to the door. In her own mind she felt herself walking, felt her feet moving and walking to the door. She stood at least seven feet tall with just a bit of her tail holding her up. So much of her tail was still coiled behind her.

She grabbed the card and dialed the hotel phone. At least she could still talk properly.

Rob answered on the fourth ring. "Hello?"

Victoria almost cried when she heard his voice. "Rob?" She asked tremulously.

His voice was cautious in reply. "This is he. May I ask who is calling?"

"It's... it's Victoria. From last night? Do you remember the restaurant?" She asked, daring to hope.

"Victoria! Of course I remember! Are you okay? Are you feeling better?" He sounded genuinely concerned for her and she loved him in that instant. Her whole world had collapsed but he still cared.

"No... I... listen... could you come to my room? I need help. Room 322. Please hurry." She hung up quickly, not daring herself to talk more.

Victoria moved (she refused to think of it as slithering) back to the main part of the room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror again. Her torso was larger, stronger. She had a six pack for her abs and her shoulder muscles were huge. Her tits were definitely bigger and lay full against her chest. The snakes were unmoving on her head. In bad light she'd almost look like she had dreadlocks. Pure black dreadlocks with a strip or red color down the middle of her head.

In a sudden panic she looked for her vagina. How would she pee?! She found a small slit roughly where her pussy would be if she were still human. Her scales were so smooth and cool to her fingers. She got closer to the mirror and looked at the area, touching herself over and over.

 As she did, a muscle she never had before worked and the slit grew, opening up. To her shame, she felt aroused. Her pussy was still there, bigger but still her pussy. Even the lips were there. She rubbed herself and felt her own juices. She felt warm and she was still soft inside. Soft and wet. Out of morbid curiosity she tasted herself and found that was the same - stronger smelling but still basically the same taste. Her new tongue flicked at her fingers eagerly.

She reached a hand around herself to feel where her ass used to be but her body automatically rotated itself ninety degrees to help. There was a similar slit where her asshole used to be so she assumed it still basically worked.

She touched her pussy again, fascinated by it. The feeling was different. Just the touch brought feelings of pleasure down her spine to the tip of her tail. The tip of her tail flicked in response.

"Monster." She told herself out loud. "I'm a monster." She stared at herself and watched as her tongue flicked out, as if under its own control.

She grabbed the hotel telephone, ripping it from the wall and threw it at the mirror. "MONSTER!" She screamed at herself.

Victoria beat her hands against the scales below her belly. It was like pounding on steel and she could only feel the force of her hands and nothing else. Her hand opened and she brought a talon against one of scales. Screaming wordlessly she tried to pry the scale off. It hurt badly as she flexed it, straining her muscles. The pain was similar to a dentist finding a nerve ending with a drill.

"Girl! ... sssstttuuu... giiirrlll.... sssstupid girl... girl ... girl ... stupid girl... ssssstupid!" The voices hissed at her. Her hair was alive and furious. She felt them sliding and moving against each other.

A loud knocking at her door stopped her. "Victoria?!" Came the yell.

"I can't." She whispered to herself. "I can't let him see this."

"Trussssstt.... he ... truuuusstt... usssss... fine... trussssttt... he will be ... truuuuustttt ... fiiine...." The snakes rubbed against her face, as if to calm her. She shook her head and they settled down against her.

"I'm... I'm coming!" She told him as she made her way to the door.

She hesitated with her hand at the latch. She couldn't do it. He'd run. He'd scream and that would be the end of her.

A sudden peace descended on her and she felt like she was in a dream. She saw her hand reach for and undo the latch. She watched herself pull the door open completely. Rob stood in the doorway, his shirt half-buttoned. Her hair was moving again, facing the man and weaving in an intricate pattern.

"Man.... come... sssson of man.... man... ssssson... come... come to usssss..." The voice was coming from her own throat now. Somehow she was repeating the voices she heard in her head.

"Wha...?" Victoria watched in a daze as Rob's eyes grew to pinpoints and his mouth hung open. He took a shambling step inside her room. Victoria's traitorous body moved back to allow him entrance.

The snakes suddenly hissed in surprise when a woman came around the corner. The woman glanced in the room and stopped, her eyes taking on a far away look.

"Too ssssstrong... sssssssstrong... too... tooo... ssstroooong... sssstrong...." Victoria felt herself say. The woman followed Rob into the room and Victoria's body closed the door behind them. They both followed her into the bedroom.

Victoria suddenly felt her control return and the snakes slumped against her head. "What did you do to them?!" She screamed.

The snakes lifted slightly from her. "Controoool... yoursssssss... control... yoursssss to control... yourssssss... command..."

Rob and the woman both stared at Victoria with no expression. They seemed small next to her. She wanted to cry or scream but who would listen? She picked up Rob's hand and he offered no resistance. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'll put you back when I can. I..." But she didn't know what else to say. She hugged him to her, his head just coming to her belly button.

"Victoria..." He whispered, but his voice was without emotion. He rubbed his head against her and she felt the heat from his face and hands against her scales. He seemed so warm compared to her. His hands slid over her body and she found the sensation erotic in a way she couldn't explain. His warm flesh slid and caught against her as he moved. She felt a small contraction below her as her muscles opened her up to him.

"Victoria..." He said again as he brought his mouth down to her opening.

She was shocked at what was happening. This wasn't what she wanted! "No, Rob, wait!" But his mouth was on her, licking the hot, wet opening. The pleasure was intense and she arched her back with her mouth open. No sound came out. His fingers pulled the sides of her pussy open further and he sucked on her lips. Victoria grabbed his hair and held him against her. Her tail coiled endlessly against itself as Rob sucked on her.

The unnamed woman dropped her mini skirt to the ground when she unzipped it. She was a tall pretty blonde girl with a fake tan. Her breasts seemed small and perky under her shirt. Her panties followed the skirt to the floor. The woman walked over to Victoria and hugged the side of her tail, rubbing herself on it. Her right hand rubbed the dark red scales of Victoria's back while her left hand found Victoria's cunt. She dipped her fingers inside.

"Nooooo..." Victoria moaned. She couldn't help herself. When the woman put her fingers inside her, a shockwave raged down her pussy to the tip of her tail. She rocked back and forth on her tail, biting her lip. Her left hand massaged her tit, tweaking the nipple.

Rob was trying to push her down to the ground but she was beyond strong; her tail was pure muscle and she herself was bigger than him. She flexed and brought herself down, pulling Rob gently down with her. The snakes on her head fanned themselves out on the carpet. Rob grabbed her right breast, holding it while he bit at the nipple of her left breast. Victoria moaned. The woman came over and presented herself to Victoria, offering her pussy for Victoria's pleasure. Victoria grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down against her mouth. Her tongue flicked up and into the woman. Even through the strange deadness of them both the woman couldn't stop herself from rocking her hips. A small moan even escaped her lips. "Mistress..." the woman whispered. Victoria kneaded the woman's ass with her talons, drawing blood.

Rob worked his way down Victoria's body, kissing her stomach, her belly button and the scales above her pussy. His mouth felt so hot against the cold black scales. He stopped to take his shirt off, calmly unbuttoning himself with no hurry. His pants followed and he sat astride her, naked. She basked in the warmth of his flesh. He pulled himself down and his dick rubbed against her pussy. Victoria shivered. She felt the snakes stirring against her head but paid them no mind.

Rob gripped Victoria around her hip with one hand and guided himself into her with the other. He was well endowed and thick but had no problems entering her. He hissed out quietly as she took his full length. Victoria's tail tried to tie itself in knots from the pleasure of it. Now he held onto her with both hands and leaned forward, wrapping his legs around her tail. Victoria never felt like this in her entire life. Her whole cunt felt like it was wired with electricity. She could barely lie still as he started thrusting into her. Her own tongue darted in and out of the woman above her, drinking the warm juices flowing from the woman's pussy.

Three of the snake heads caressed themselves against the woman's thigh, sliding over her smooth skin. One of them, a red one, opened its mouth and sunk its small fangs into the woman's flesh. The woman screamed in sudden orgasm, her legs and hips jerking against Victoria. Two small lines of blood trailed from the snake's mouth.

 Victoria was distracted, not noticing what her own snakes were doing. She couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. All she knew was the building pressure in her cunt. Her entire tail felt like it was building an orgasm. She threw the woman off of her and grabbed Rob, pulling him close. He sped up and bit hard into the nipple of her right tit. She felt his mouth pulling and sucking at her nipple as he slammed into her again and again. He came first, his sperm jetting into her over and over but he didn't stop pounding her. "Victoria..." He whispered, close to her ear. Victoria's snakes were sliding over him, rubbing on him.

And, suddenly, her own orgasm slammed into her. Her tail whipped out, crushing the entertainment center, blowing it into pieces. Her tail wrapped itself in knots and flexed, rubbing against itself. Victoria shrieked and dug her hands into the ground, cutting into the floor with her claws. She couldn't remember anything after she came until she saw Rob standing near her, staring at her with his dead eyes. His dick hung limp, crusted over with his sperm and her juice. She would fix what happened to him. Whatever it took.

When she could move again, she pulled herself up. Her pussy had closed itself back into a slit but a trail of liquids oozed out of it. Rob fetched a hand towel without asking and wiped her off. Her slit opened to him again and he carefully cleaned her. She pushed him back when it looked like he might start again.




Skin



"Rob. I ... I need help. I need to get out of here." She told him, pulling his head up to look at her.

He didn't talk. He simply walked over to his pants and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed a number and spoke to the person that answered. His voice was back to the way it was before he came to her room but his eyes were still dead flat. "Hi! This is Rob Poole. Listen, I need access to the freight elevator to bring some presentation material up to my room. Yeah, just the code for it is great. Uh-huh. 5166. Right, got it."

He knelt before Victoria, bowing his head. "I have a van in the parking garage, mistress. I will take everything out of it and you can lie there comfortably. I will bring you to California and do whatever you need me to do."

"Rob, don't... Rob, stand up. It's 'Victoria', not 'mistress'. And..." But a cry stopped her and she looked over at the woman. She'd forgotten her.

The skin on the woman's face was cracking. Raw, red flesh showed through the cracks. Victoria could only watch in shocked silence. Rob glanced over without emotion.

One by one, the woman's fingernails popped off. She was curling into a ball and uncurling, her face a snarl of pain. The was a small cracking sound and then faint 'tic' noises as her teeth fell out. The woman swallowed some and spit the others out. Her bloody gums healed over quickly, leaving her toothless. Her eyebrows rubbed off when the woman turned over to rub her face against the carpet. When she turned back to her side, pale white skin had grown from small holes above her eyes. Her face elongated with a small 'pop!' sound. When she opened her mouth, her tongue unrolled out of it. A small cut on the tip of her tongue split it in two while it flattened.

The woman was rubbing her head over and over on the carpet. As she did, she left curls of her blond hair behind. She tried to bring her hands up to scratch or pull or do something but the skin from her armpit was grown down the side of her body, keeping her arms to her side. There were patches of skin showing through her hair and Victoria watched as the rest fell out when the woman's face flattened slightly.

Another line of skin grew down from her pussy, pulling her naked legs together. Her pussy lips are pulled out and up before being closed over. The woman thrashed and jumped as the line of skin locked her knees together. Mottled white skin grew in patches between the splits in her skin. It looked pebbled and pale in the light.

There were more cracking noises. The woman's head was thrown back, rotated ninety degrees on her neck to stare straight up. Her tongue was darting out ceaselessly. From the cracked, raw skin on her head, small scales were growing and now they were growing all over her body. The line of skin from her arms pulled and ripped the woman's shirt down the side as it connected both arms to her sides. Her bra strained and broke against the pressure. The webbing between her fingers grew out to seal the fingers together into one solid lump.

Victoria watched as lumps shifted below the woman's skin. Lumps where there used to be solid bones. The lumps moved and the skin of her arms and hands suddenly hung limp against her, turning her skin a deathly shade of white. The woman vomited blood and there were small bits of bone in the mess.

Now her whole body was connected as one piece, down to her toes. Thin white rubbery looking skin was growing from the cracks in her skin, growing to cover her body. The woman lay still, moving only slightly from side to side. She closed her eyes and when they opened again, they were amber with a black slit running vertically where her round pupil used to be. Small, baby fangs broke through the gums on the top of her mouth, dotted with clear liquid. They grew slowly as other tiny teeth grew along the gums.

The woman's bra hung limp against her chest, empty now. The fabric of her shirt made scratching noises against the growth of new skin.

In the sudden quiet there comes a noise like stretching rubber mixed with small rocks breaking. The woman's body stretched, her shoulders popping and pulled into her body. Patches of raw red skin are quickly covered in a milky white paper thin covering. There was more popping and the woman's slim hips broke, the skin hanging loose before being pulled as her feet stretch out. Her old shirt and bra settled against her shrinking chest.

More popping sounds were followed by a sound like thick liquid being poured and the woman's body stretched into a perfect tube shape, her feet coming to a single point. Her eyes closed but her tongue continued to flick in and out. Her lips puffed out around her mouth, pulling her limp and boneless nose flat against her face. Her face stretched, moving her eyes and nostrils toward the front of her face. The snake that used to be a woman opened her mouth to stretch her jaw.

There was no more cracking sounds but the woman continued to grow, pulling into herself as she did. From five feet thick, to two and then one foot thick. Her body convulsed in a wave from her head to her tail and then again the other way. Slowly, she slithered out from under her old clothes, curling herself in a stack near the heater. Her smaller eyes watched Victoria while her tongue darted from her mouth.

Victoria went to her, her eyes brimming with tears. She couldn't trust herself to talk so she reached her arm out to the snake. It raised its head to rub itself against her hand with its eyes closed.

"Mistress, we must go." Rob clothed himself, not caring what was happening with the other woman.

The snake uncoiled and slid next to Victoria, pressing against her. "Damn you." Victoria whispered but her own snakes are silent.

Rob left, walking to the end of the hallway. Victoria watched him type in the freight elevator password. When the large doors were completely open, Victoria took a deep breath and then, ran for it. At least, in her own mind she was running. In reality her tail undulated and she was lightning fast -- she crashed into the side of the elevator before she realized what she'd done. The huge snake followed her but more slowly.

The freight elevator groaned under their weight and began its ponderous descent. Victoria could feel herself getting more and more nervous the longer it took. So many things could go wrong between here and the van Rob had waiting for her. Her tail thumped against the side of the elevator as she grew more agitated.

When the elevator stopped, Victoria pressed herself in the corner as much as she could. Rob took a step out and then walked around the elevator, checking for other people. When he was satisfied, he found his van and backed it up to the large double doors. 

Victoria watched as Rob opened the back doors of the van. He stooped down and stepped in, tossing out boxes and expensive equipment. When the back was empty, he held the doors open for Victoria.

Victoria glanced out of the elevator and moved carefully. She was halfway to the van when she heard a sudden voice. "Hey! What the fu...!" She whipped her head around and her snakes were instantly up. She felt a pulse of... something and the man froze. He started a scream but it died on his lips as his skin turns from tan to light grey and then the dark grey of concrete.

"...usssss.... Ssssscared ussss..... know... ssssscared... didn't.... ssssssscared ... know... usssssssss..." Her snakes told her frantically.

She didn't even know who this man was.

"GODDAMMIT!" She yelled, loudly. The man was ten feet away but Victoria whipped her tail at him, catching him with the middle of her length. He shattered into a million pieces and her tail crumpled the car next to where the man stood. The car alarm beeped once before falling silent.

The snake that used to be a woman coiled itself in the back of the van. Victoria said a silent prayer for the unknown man before pulling herself in as well. It was a cargo van so there's thankfully enough room for her and no windows in the back. She asked Rob to turn on the heater after the engine roared to life.

Nobody challenged them as they leave.

It will be a long drive to California but Victoria doesn't mind. She needs the time for some soul searching. If this was her life now then, so be it. But, she would learn to control this. She would find a way to bring back Rob and, if she could, to help the poor nameless woman. She may look like a monster but she'd be damned if she'd become one.

BEHIND THE SCENES

Welcome behind the scenes!

This is something new I'm trying where I show the sketches from the fabulous Bruno:

http://arqueart.deviantart.com/

The story started at on The Process Transformation Forum. I asked for short story ideas while I was waiting for Bruno to finish the illustrations for The Change. Quite a few people wanted a gorgon or a snake so I obliged. I had to make it up as I went because I'd never read any snake transformations and the only thing I knew was Medusa from movies and mythology.

A little after the story was done, I decided to bring Victoria into the universe behind The Change and she's in a sequel titled Unchained that brings her closer to that world.

When I work with Bruno, I will pick out scenes from the story and give him details on how I'd like it to work. He'll typically sketch it and then we'll go back and forth until it's how I imagined it. I'm a little picky but, thankfully, he's great to work with. I asked for 9 scenes and the cover in this story.

So! On to the sketches.

The first round of sketches. Here were my thoughts after receiving this:

1. Make her more chubby. Victoria was never meant to be the typical skinny girl. I wanted her to have a little meat on her bones with a nice ass and thighs. Not fat but not skinny, either.

2. Again -- make her more chubby. She's supposed to be in slightly better shape than the first illustration as the changes take place but not so much immediately. I also requested a more clear shot of her vagina. Fan service. Hah. But smaller boobs. They're growing but not so fast.

3. Smaller boobs again. I wanted them straining against her shirt but still with room to grow. And also a better angle for the toilet.

4. Nothing to add here. I asked for the boobs to be noticeably large against her upper body so that her upper body still had room to grow into her new size.

5. Also a really, really good first shot. Asked for the boobs to be larger to match scene 4. And more muscular as her body grows larger. I really liked how her stomach looked.

Initial drawing for her face. Here I asked that she be more fleshed out with a less defined chin. Looked kind of like Amelia from The Change. For the gorgon part, no scales on the head at all. I know that's probably not classical gorgon shape but my gorgon I wanted to be a little more human. I also wanted her to have actual human ears, some normal teeth and a thicker tongue. I also wanted the snakes to be skinnier -- more like dread locks than large snakes. And eyebrows. I wanted her to have eyebrows.

So here's the next version of the face. Fuller on both the human and gorgon side. She just looks more ... lovable? Less a monster and more a woman inflicted with a curse. The snakes are also less creepy when they're smaller. In my weird, twisted mind anyway. 

Scene 1 take 2. More plump. Only I felt bad because I remembered that she was washing her shirt at this point so she needed an actual hotel sink and not this standalone thing. I felt like a jerk mentioning it to him after he already put it in like this.

Shower scene take 2. Smaller boobs and visible vagina. I thought the shampoo and conditioner were a nice touch.

And then scene three. Kind of an awkward angle still but that's my fault. You can now see the hair and bandaid in the toilet and her boobs are larger but not as huge. Had him remove the necklace here. I asked for the claw to be shorter and the left hand needed to be covered in scales.

Nothing to add at this point. I really liked it.

For this one I reminded him the scales ended at the elbow. I still really, really liked the pose. Her head made me sad, though. She looks kind of... I dunno. Bad. But, again, that's my fault for how it happened. The snakes haven't grown out yet. Her boobs are fantastic.

The last half of the sketches. I had more to say about these.

6. I wanted her hands around her crotch as if she was pulling away dead skin from thighs and crotch. Also, she still was supposed to have pants on (partially shredded) and her vagina hadn't changed. I also wanted her upper body to be physically larger. 

7. Here I wanted her on her back to show her stomach. Her legs should be joined from hips to knees and the pants should be pushed down as the legs join together. Her upper body should be completely muscular.

8. I liked the sketch but I wanted a shot of her from behind while she looked into a full length mirror. This way we could see her back and her front in one shot.

9. I kind of didn't want to do this scene but I figured why not. Also, I wanted a subtle little reminder of what's about to happen to the other woman with a little snake bite. I had to remind him to put it in. Also asked that Victoria be noticeably larger than either of the two. Oh, and I thought I wanted to show them more from the side so you could see the front of the other woman so I asked for that.

I didn't have anything to add here. Just amazing to see how he takes it from the one to the other with something like the sink.

Only one small thing here -- that the pants shouldn't be completely destroyed.

Bruno's test covers. I had wanted more of a sexy but serious shot. The typical shot of the woman from behind, looking over her shoulder at the reader. So, these didn't fit but it's amazing to see how he went from this to the final cover.

Changes in the later scenes.

6. I wanted her more on her back and for her pants to still mostly be there. I know some people have a certain fetish with exploding or ripping clothes so I wanted a bit of that for them.

7. Again, ripped pants but still there. In this case they should be pushed down below her knees. I also asked for the slit for her vagina to be hidden. My theory is that it's moved in front but her scales keep it hidden. Same for her ass.

8. I didn't have anything to ask for at this point. It was exactly how I was hoping it'd look.

9. Turned out I didn't like this position, either. I had to ask him to go back to the original one but show the snake biting the lady's thigh. 

I had absolutely nothing to change for these. They're really close to how the final images turned out.

This was perfect for me. Took a bit to explain how the pants should work but he finally got it.

Really, really close to the final image. Only thing I asked for here was to show the legs as separate below the knee.

Here I asked for the scales on her back to be more flat. Otherwise, perfect. Definitely how I envisioned it, down to how the scales dip down on her hips.

Nothing to change again. I like how she is very noticeably larger than the two. Not just muscular but actually larger because of the transformation.

His newer cover sketches. I told him that I liked B but I wanted her turned a little more towards the viewer. A mix between A & B. Unlike The Change, I wanted actual nipples and stuff to be visible on the cover.

So this is what he came up with. I only had two things -- no "butt crack" and to not forget the scales on her as well as the fancy back scales.



Skin



There's something about that moment when you catch my eye across the club. We'd planned it this way because the anticipation of meeting is usually better than the actual event. Some silly "he loved me... now he doesn't" song is playing when you walk in. As you get closer, the smile on your face spreads. 

When you're close enough to touch, I smile, "Damn, you are taller than me."

Your eyebrow arches just slightly when you dip your head and whisper in my ear, "Is that a problem?"

I smile against your neck and shake my head just a bit, "Nah, everyone's taller than me."

"God, you smell good." You laugh a little and it tickles my neck, making me break out in chills. You know my neck is a weak spot for me and you plan to use it to your advantage. Bending a bit more and touching me nowhere else, you very lightly brush your lips against the curve of my neck.

"Shit," I sigh. I take a deep breath of you and say in your ear, "You smell edible."

"Then that makes two of us," you smirk.

"Question is," I grin, "who's going to take the first taste?"

You pull away from me just far enough to look into my face, "Good question." Studying my face, you swallow hard, "I was horribly mistaken."

Completely confused, I ask, "About what?"

"I thought I'd take one look into your eyes and know exactly what I want or feel or think but honestly, I'm not thinking," sliding your arms around my waist, you pull me in for a hug. "But I am wanting and feeling."

Shaking my head a little and smiling from ear to ear, I wrap my arms around your neck, "Wanting what? And what are you feeling?" When I put my head on your shoulder, I can hear your heartbeat vaguely. I notice that it's racing in spite of how calm you seem to be. I know mine's racing, but I'm not pretending to be cool as a cucumber!

Right in my ear, and giving me a full-body shiver, you almost moan, "Wanting and feeling the same thing... you."

Chuckling, I lean back and look in your eyes, "You are laying it on thick! What's gotten into you?"

Flashing a sexy smile, you wiggle your eyebrows, "Nothing yet, but maybe later you will."

When I throw my head back and laugh, you watch me. I look into your face again and nod, "You think you can handle that?"

Pretending to think about it, you purse your lips, "Hmmm." Then you smile, "Honestly, I don't know. But I do know this: I'd like to try, if you're willing."

Testing you, I let my smile fade and study your face. Slowly, as if distracted by them, I trace your lips with a fingertip. You kiss my finger lightly and I smile before capturing my bottom lip with my teeth. I know you're watching me. I can see the artery in your neck pulsing hard and fast. When I lick my lips, I drag my eyes from your lips to your eyes, "Fuck yeah, I'm willing. Whenever you're ready, I'm yours." My eyes soften, my body sort of melts into you, and I sound for all the world like I'm moments from breathing your name in a climax, "But please, please, baby, make it soon."

The look on your face, one of utter awe and shock, can't be faked with all the acting talent in the world. When you find your voice, it's weak but still audible, "Jesus." You shake your head slightly but quickly as if to shake the images out, "You got me all fuzzy now, damn!" The laugh you let out is nervous and adorable.

I decide to give you a break and step away from you, "Turn around and let me see you."

"No," you counter, "you first. You told me you picked this just for me and I want to enjoy the whole thing."

"Fine," I smile and hold my arms out as I turn slowly. The blouse is black, cut low in the front, and flairs to a flirty hem just below the waist of the shiny black skirt. The black platform shoes and understated silver jewelry complete a look I hope makes me look as sexy as I feel.

As if you read my mind, you hold out your arms, "Damn." Looking at the ceiling, you point at me, "That is one fantastic masterpiece. Thank you for bringing it to see me."

Smirking, I know I'm blushing but I pretend to not care, "Okay, turn."

"Wait," you step forward and slide your hand against the back of my neck and up into my hair, burying your fingers in it. Pressing your cheek against mine and planting a hand on my back to hold me against you, you whisper, "You are very, very beautiful. Don't doubt that for a minute. And I am damn glad you haven't noticed that every chick in this place is jealous of me and hoping I fuck up."

With a little backbone from nowhere, I hold your ear next to my mouth, "Wait til they know for sure you had a piece of me. Then they'll really be jealous."

If hearts made a sound when they stopped, yours would be the loudest in the place. It takes a moment to get your senses to start back up but when they do, you sigh, "Fuck. You really say that shit out loud, huh?"

"Oh," I giggle in your ear and you shiver, "was I a bit too honest?"

You step back with a deep breath, "I'm gonna show you my outfit now so I can put my pride back together." I look you over as you turn slowly. You look so good it almost hurts. Your tank top is tucked into a pair of fashionably baggy jeans and covered by a short-sleeved button down shirt. With your hair pulled back and boots on, you're the physical manifestation of every dream I've ever had about you...all the good ones, anyway. The sexiest thing about you, though, is that you know you hit the nail on the head with the outfit. There's also a gleam in your eye that I'm not sure about.

Tilting my head to the side, I ask, "What?"

Looking at me like I'm an entrée, you motion with your finger, "Come here."

"What," I ask again, walking towards you. When your arms circle my waist, mine go back around your neck.

The song that starts playing is "Skin" by Rhianna. I know the song too well to not think about all the things I'd rather be doing with you while this song plays. When you whisper in my ear, though, my brain shuts off entirely, "I'm wearing something under this that's just as important as the part of my outfit you can see."

Swallowing hard, I ask, "You mean...you took me up on my dare?"

Wanting to illicit a response, you flick my earlobe with your tongue, "I win."

"No losers, remember?" Taking a cue from you, I moan in your ear, "No one loses, baby." When you shiver just a little, I smile and press against you and move to the beat of the song. Half singing along, I whisper in your ear, "Come here baby, all I wanna see you in is just skin."

"Oh, shit," you sigh and hold me closer. "You keep that up, and I won't wait til we leave here."

I scoff and challenge you, "Bullshit. You don't have the guts to take me here." I grind against you, causing your body to move against me, too. The friction just makes us hotter. Knowing what you've got under those jeans does something to me I hadn't thought it would. We've been in each others arms less than 15 minutes and we already want to devour each other. But I don't think we honestly thought anything less than this would happen. We're too much alike to not be attracted and too much the same to know what that actually makes us to each other. And most of the time, it doesn't matter.

You work your thigh between mine and pull my hips against yours. Kissing my neck softly, you forget everyone's watching. You ignore all the things you said you wouldn't and don't do. Letting go and just feeling the moment, it makes you even hotter to know my body is on fire and it's your fault. You can feel the heat even through your jeans. Grabbing my ass, you pull me harder against you. Grunting, you ask in my ear, "Are you wearing anything under this skirt?"

"Nope." I delight in the shiver that overtakes you. The noise you make causes me to smile wickedly and imagine what it'd be like if you did take me here. Maybe there's a dark corner...

"Shit. Oh my God." Your eyes, frantic almost, look over my shoulder for something. When you look back down at me, you seem frazzled, "I.." you search my face. "I want..." You sigh, frustrated, and then take a sharp breath. Holding the back of my head, you capture my lips in a deep, hard, and passionate kiss. With a bite of my bottom lip at the end, I get your message loud and clear.

"More," I nod.

You nod back, "All of it."

"Bathroom," I smile.

"Brilliant!"

I grab your hand and pull you through the crowd. There's no time to get nervous or worried or self-conscious. The bathroom is mercifully empty and surprisingly small. Before either of us chickens out, we're kissing again, hands frantically trying to find flesh, and bodies screaming, "FINALLY!"

Pressing me against the sink, you slide your hands under my blouse and unclasp my bra with ease. As you kiss a blazing trail from my lips down my neck, I breathe, "Damn, you're good at that!" Untucking your tank top, I finally touch your skin and it's as hot as mine, "Take this off."

Kissing me wildly, you peel the button-down off. When you toss it over the doorknob, I bite your neck and suck gently, making you moan. I decide I like that noise a lot and bite your bottom lip as your hand slides up the outside of my thigh under my skirt. As we kiss, your hand teases my hip and my thumbs tempt your nipples. With a bit of a groan, you tear away from my lips, "God, I'm burning up!"

When I grab your hand, you look at me questioningly. Your face melts into one of lust when I press it against my wetness, "So am I." Gasping, I shiver when your thumb brushes my clit, "Shit."

"Mmm," you breathe in my ear, "come on and open up for me, baby." I put one foot on the toilet beside the sink, spreading my legs for your hand. As your finger slides into me, I close my eyes and drop my head back. You press your mouth against my throat, "Shit, you feel so fucking good."

"Oh my god," I whimper, moving my hips in time with your finger. I'm so wet you add a finger without me even realizing it right off. But when you pull out and push them back in, I shudder against you, "God damn, yes."

Not knowing why or how, you realize you suddenly want to be inside me in a different way. Slowly removing your fingers, you kiss me deep and unbutton your jeans. You worried about what to do before tonight but now, with me against the sink, wanting you like I do, you suddenly have no doubts. Sliding the tip of the toy into me, you watch my face.

"Yes," I gasp and open my eyes. I smile at you, "Slow and all the way in." As you sink into me, I shiver, "You feel so good. Oh god, so good."

Feeling my body clamping down on the toy makes you feel powerful in a way you can't quite explain. You almost want to growl, "Mine," as you pull out and plunge back into me over and over. The sink is too low so you wrap my legs around your waist and I wrap my arms around your neck as you press me against the bathroom wall, "Mmm that's much better." Your hips grind into mine and you grit your teeth when you feel my thighs tighten around your waist, "God, I can't get close enough."

Claiming your lips with mine, I whimper every time you slam into me. Pressing my back into the wall, I grind my hips against you. Your lips kiss down my neck and you bite me, making me even wetter, "Fuck yes."

Growling, you thrust harder, "You want it hard?"

"Yes," I shiver and claw at you, "fuck me hard."

"Look at me," you demand.

Dragging my eyes open, I stare into your eyes, "Fuck me."

You arch your back, making me insane, and I bend to bite your neck again. This time when I suck, though, it's not soft. You know it's going to leave a mark and that creates a deliciously wicked feeling in you, "That's it, baby. Mark me."

As your hips slam into mine, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, I rake my nails up your back and groan in your ear, "Mine." You shiver a little and I add, "All mine...and I'm all yours."

"Mmm Mine," you grunt and dig into me with your hips.

"Fuck yes. All yours."

Unbelievably, you know you're going to cum when I do. The idea of claiming me like this turns you on more than you thought you would be and now you're just as close as I am, "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to make me cum," I groan. "Please, baby. Please make me cum. I'm so close. Make me take it."

Sliding your hand into my hair again, you take a handful and pull my head back, biting my neck repeatedly, "Take it." You rock into me over and over, harder every time, "Take it all."

Spreading my legs as far as they'll go, I take the entire length in over and over, each time getting closer and closer to going over the edge, "Fuck me." When you bend your head down and bite the swell of my breast and suck hard, I careen over the edge with a deep, guttural noise, "Yessss."

When I start trembling in my orgasm, it's too much for you and you bury the toy inside me, pinning me against the wall as your body slams into an orgasm, "God yesss." You move just slightly against me, prolonging the pleasure just as much as you can, "Mmmm God."

Breathing hard, I smile, "Damn."

Smiling at me, you mutter, "God damn we're good." You step back and slowly lower me to the ground on my own two feet, "Are you okay?"

"Aw," I reach up and touch your cheek, "I'm fine. But thank you for making sure. Are you okay?"

"Hell yeah!" You laugh, "I feel like a million bucks!" A loud bang startles us both, "What the hell was that?"

My jaw drops and I laugh, "I think someone needs the bathroom!"

We giggle and quickly straighten our clothes. When you're done, you help me with my bra, kissing my neck just to see what it does to me. When you see the chills, you catch my eye in the mirror above the sink. Smiling, you whisper in my ear, "I already want you again."

Teasing you, I press my ass against your hips and your smile goes away quickly. I smile, "Mmmm me too. And it'd be so easy to just flip that skirt up, wouldn't it?"

Without much thought you look down and notice that it would be very easy, "Just flip it up and bend you over a little more." Lost in the images in your head, you move your hips against me, simulating what you'd do if you could.

I bend over and press hard against you, knowing this is going to drive you crazy, "And just fuck me hard."

Something in you breaks or melts or just gives up totally and you sigh, shaking the images from your mind's eye, "Damn woman. We have to get out of here before we never leave."

Turning around and kissing you, I laugh, "Plenty of time for more." My smile fades and I add, "And I will have more. I will."

With a serious nod, you reply, "Yes, you will."



Skin



There is no comparing you, this place we've built together, to anything else. A place made out of bed sheets and comforters that turn into caves to explore until we could find each others skin again. So that we could kiss and hold each other in a way the movies can never show. We are close, skin on skin, and the seamless press of our bodies to another is the best part of every day. 

I have put ten thousand bruises on your skin here. Mostly with the tips of my fingers when I grabbed you too hard and held you as close as I could. But also when I slapped your ass with the whole of my palm or gripped your hips to pull you into me so I could slide into you as deep as I am allowed. The small marks of my teeth after they held your tender skin between them. And sometimes marks that seemed to come from nowhere at all after nights of tussled hair and sweat-soaked laughter.

Making you mine has is the greatest achievement of my life. 

But this is a journey that never ends. There's always another step for us. Some other place for us to go. And that's why I have to take you out of this room that we've made an extension of us. Why I take you outside your comfort zone and into the brisk, night air of the city. 

It's after two drinks at the mid-range bar that I see that familiar look in your eyes. The one that lights up your cheeks and says your entire body is feeling empty and hot. There was a time where I would have played it out, asked for your panties on the way back from the bathroom or a hundred other power-trips. And some other night, I will. But tonight we celebrate how long we've been together and the very idea of it makes me want you as soon as I can.

You cheeks are even redder against the backdrop of light snow flurries that don't quite stick to the ground and your hair is a magic trick. And although I am so much taller than you, you feel like the size of the world. I know that I stare at you too long when you purse your lips and laugh, beg me to look away. We get lost in memories, swim through recollections as we do through the streets. 

Each laugh of yours reminds me how lucky I am.

When we stumble upon the small park, dead and absent and dark in the middle of our city, then I pull you by the wrist. We make our way down the path leaving barely visible footprints around the sculptures and trees. It's only when we stumble on the large oak that I know why we are here. 

I take you by the wrists and push them together over your head, a sliver of your stomach appearing, and hold it them to the tree. I tap them to make certain you know to hold them in place. Then I kneel down before you, kiss the scant skin while holding your hips, pushing you against the tree.

You start offering token resistance and as my tongue and lips find new parts of you, your words become louder. More urgent. Every second we are here is another chance to be found, something you hope to never happen—one of your greater fears.

Most times I respect the schism of who we are behind closed doors and the public face we put on things. You never want to be forced into explaining bruises and bite marks. Collars or costumes. And I do my best to make certain that you never, ever have to. That we are secret in the day as much as we are silent in the dead of night. But right now...

Right now I want you so badly I can't hold it. I hear you, I understand your nos, but I do not listen. I could pretend. Say I was in some trance. That something had taken a hold of me and I had no idea what I was doing. But it would be such a silly, easy lie. I know exactly where I am. I am in absolute control over my actions. I hear your protests. Your pleas, your pleases-your stops. And hearing them all I chose to ignore them. I unfasten your slacks and press my cold thumbs into the warm flesh under your ribs. And why?

Because I need you.

You're so much more silent when I rise to my full height, when I'm staring down at you again. You ask to stop all the same, but with much less emphasis than before. As I take the base of your left ear into my mouth I can feel the nos become more vocal, more proud, until I release your flesh and look at you again. 

How many times are you going to say no tonight? How many times are you going to make me push through it? We've known each other too long for me to think the word has any power to it anymore but here you use it, over and over again, like an incantation. Like it would stop me. But we also know what it would sound like if you were really objecting and not just afraid. How hard you could fight me. How you could make me try within an ounce of my energy just to pin you down if you gave it your all. I am so much more powerful than you, but if you really wanted to say no, you could make me strain for every inch.

I push my tongue into your mouth as I slide a finger down your panties and into your pussy. I take you both places at once to silence you, placate you, take you. There is the further want in me, need I have, to feel you be open to me after so many whispered nos. A thousand denials can be made whole just by a single swish of your tongue, a single clenching around my finger. 

Whatever strength I have melts when I know you'll be my perfect little toy.

I bob my head back and forth with the same slow, deliberate speed as I push my finger into you, so you are invaded in both places at once. So I can feel the moan from my fingers in my tongue and the pleasure of my mouth in your wetness. 

We break both intrusions. I put my finger to your mouth. You suck It clean while making eye contact, an act you know drives me wild. It is a soft, peaceful moment in the cold, sterile world. Then you tell me that we can't.

I push your head against the tree. "We can't?" I repeat. "Would you like to use another word? Try again?"

You compose yourself, your thoughts, but there's no reason to make it easier on you. So I tighten my grasp on you, lean down to kiss your shoulder, then the base of your neck and back up to your ear which I suck gently and flick around with my tongue. Then I nibble you, hold your flesh between my teeth and pull it from your body. I love this moment, where your life feels fragile in mine and I can feel the beat of your heart in my mouth. 

I release the bite, only to take in more flesh from you shoulder. Then your neck again. Then your ear. I lick the whole of it. Then after that delicate tracing, I bite you again.

My mouth becomes the way we're connected. I need more. So I switch to the other side and repeat the process. It's only when your neck sways in the other direction, that you give me access, in which I know for certain that you'll stop this silly game of denying me. 

"I have to have you," I whisper in your freshly bitten ear. "Who's fault is that?" I wait until you confess. "Now tell me you're sorry." You do. "Tell me again," I ask as I take apart the top three buttons of your blouse. You say it over and over again as I lean down, kiss the top of your breasts over the fabric and move my hands beneath the waistband of your panties and slacks.

It's only when we touch skin-to-skin that I realize how cold you are. How pliant. What you are sacrificing to offer yourself to me.

I slam the clothing to your ankles and demand that you get out of them. You step, naked from the waste down except for your shoes, into fresh snow as I hang them onto a branch. You shiver, but it's only for a moment. Only until I take your hands and spin you around so that you face the tree and place your palms against it. Then I step behind you, shield you from the light wind as I take off my over-sized coat and wrap it around your shoulders. 

It's sizable enough that I have to lift it to make my way back into your pussy with the single finger while I pull my cock out.

I push your face into the tree as I slide inside you. I keep it there as a reminder that you do no want to say no again, however tempted you might be.

The cold has made your pussy tighter, made it feel even hotter than normal. I laugh before I sink my teeth into your shoulder through the many layers of fabric. 

When you ask why I'm laughing I push your head into the tree with renewed vigor. You're mine, you're a toy for my pleasure and you do not ask me why I do anything. You simply serve me, to the best of your ability, until I tell you otherwise. 

Hunched over you, I grab your waist with both hands so that I have the power to push all the way in and out with long, simple strokes. Your body conforms to them quickly, bending over further, giving me more access despite the elements, your suffering. Then you begin to pant before I've started to ramp up. Some of it is the cold. Some the fear of getting caught. But there's also the pleasure I can feel you. The desire to look back on this night and say you came while being used in the park.

You become slicker as I move harder, grip more of your skin between my fingers. There is a perfect stillness to the air and I can feel small snowflakes on my skin. It spurs me on, the contrast of the cold and the heat you offer.

I start to fuck you faster. Drive harder. Roll my hips up with each trust so you can feel even more of my cock. So I feel and open every part of you that I can from this position. 

We fall into a rhythm, you knowing just when to clench to strain that last bit of my cock as it exits you, the move that drives me wild. And it works. I start growling, grunting, pushing into your skin with the same vulgar strength that I push into your pussy.

"More" I find myself saying aloud, as if you can give it, as if I had anything left to give. But you surprise me still. You arch up on your toes, you shift your body, you give me even more access into you through. It electrifies me. Makes me take my free hand from your face to your neck to squeeze you as I begin to rocket in and out as fast as I can.

Faster, harder, a slow scream emitting from me, rising out into the night. You join me as we get closer and closer to the edge. 

I go from the rocketing in and out of you to single, hard pushes. From jack-hammering to contained bursts within you, as long and deep as I can go. The kind of fucking I could never do with any girl besides you.

You cry out, your scream tickling my hand around your throat. Your pussy cumming around my cock. It's only a few more pushes in before I can't take anymore, the sound of your whimpers pushing me over the edge. 

I cum inside you.

A moment to recover.

The cold makes it easier to think, revive. Then I pull out of you, help steady you against the tree and help support you with my bod so we can dress you again quickly as possible. We trap my cum inside you, hide your marks away and, just like you were a half hour ago, you're a normal, beautiful girl that nobody would suspect.

You offer me the jacket back and, although I am cold, I demand you keep it.

We walk, in silence with a small smile on our faces.

At the corner near our place I demand that you stop and when you begin to fight me I demand it again. You take a step away from me, turn, look me in the eyes and say it again with more strength. There's fear, reservation, in every flex of your body. This is a hard no. When I take step towards you, you back away. 

"Stand still," I demand as I move forward. You only take half a step back, then plant your feet and allow me to move up to you, to bend down and whisper in your ear. "Put your back against the wall. Trust me."

You hesitate. I watch the wheels turn before you take a deep breath and position yourself against it

This is normally a much more crowded area, and someone could walk by any moment. There's fear, concern, and just barely chained defiance all over your face as I approach you. 

"Tell me I can do anything I want with you. Here. Now. Anywhere." 

When you agree through grit teeth I kiss you, long and slow, on the lips. Nothing more and nothing eager. Just to show you that I love you. 

We kiss for a moment before I take you by the hand. And just like that we are walking again, moving again, free again.

We stroll through the street, back through our front door and into the living room where I take you into my lap.

Then we kiss. And kiss. And kiss.



Skin



The drink was cool and refreshing, the tingling sensation of the alcohol crept through your veins. 

"Bullshit!" You chuckle before taking a sip of your drink. 

The smile didn't not disappear from his face. He just stood with his hands on his hips and shook his head. 

"I'm telling you the truth. She's afraid of it. So guys like me have a hard time finding any girl who's willing to take one on."

"Alright then," you glance around the pool area. No one around yet and even if someone did come around the corner they were well hidden behind some large plant pots. 

"Show me." You sat your glass down and swung your legs around and say up on the lawn chair. Daring him with your eyes to pull out his cock and finally show you what he's been bragging about. 

His smile was instantly gone then, almost making you believe you had called him on his bullshit. But then he shrugged his shoulders and reached down to his swim shorts and yanked them down and let them fall down around his ankles. 

A gasp escape your lips loudly. Your eyes widened at the sight and you suddenly felt yourself blushing in embarrassment at your own reaction. 

"As you can see for yourself I wasn't bullshitting you. My cock is a big cock and no girl has been able to take this fucker more than 5 inches." He grabbed the thick heavy looking black meat stick and jerked a few times in front of you. 

Your pussy was almost instantly wet. A feeling of wanting to be fucked by him washed over you, but also the fear that his monster cock would destroy you as well. 

You shift around on the chair and stare at his cock. The massive tool had to be the biggest you had ever seen. How could it be possible that a young man like that was lugging around a giant tool like that? The thin itself wasn't even erect at all. Still soft but thick. The words at first failed to escape your lips but eventually they came out. 

"So... It is rather big." Clearing your throat. You adjust yourself on the chair. 

"It's not even hard yet. You should see it at full length." He held the base in the palm of his hand and let the rest of the it hang over. 

Impressive as it was, the cock was black. Something you had never been much into. Even though the wetness in your pussy at the moment said otherwise you scoff it off to being overly horny do to the lack of sex over the last few months. 

Your good for nothing boyfriend was upstairs after all. Sleeping his useless ass through the vacation you had originally planned for just yourself but in the end he had somewhere managed to guilt you into taking him along. At your cost as well. 

Thinking about it brought up the anger again. Instead of being shy and reserved about this younger man dangling his fuckstick right in front of your face you suddenly have a change of heart and the imagine of his full erect cock could not escape your mind. 

"Show it to me," you demanded of him, "show me how it is at full length. Does it even work? Or are you full of shit?"

The boy was taken aback by your eager and brashness. He hesitated for a moment then began to tug at his large sausage. 

"I...I might need a bit of help," he almost stuttered. 

You glanced up from his cock at his eyes and quarto ones him, "Help? Like what kind of help?"

He didn't say anything but rather nods his head towards your breasts. He wanted to see them, out of their bikini top. 

"You don't have much of an imagination if you need to the my tits. And I thought young guys could get it up so easily. I guess you must be older than you look."

"I'm 23, and I can get it hard no problem. But if you want to see it at it's hardest then your tits will so just that thing and far quicker too." He said. 

"Fine then," with a sigh you glance around the pool area again to see if anyone is watching. No one still. Then you reach up to top of your bikini and slip your fingers underneath the fabric. 

You look back up at him to see his eyes glued to your breasts. Watching and waiting for them to be exposed. 

Slowly you pull the top down over your nipples. Letting them pop out into the cool morning air. Eventually they were exposed and you could almost see the sudden change in him. 

His hand stroking his cock in front of you grew more firm around the base. The blood in his veins began to also fill the enormous dark meat and soon it was rock hard in all its glory.

"Jesus!" You almost reach out for it, stopping yourself. "How big is it now?"

He smiled proudly before answering. "14 inches."

It last minute or so seemed to be all a daze in your mind, possibly due to the lack of oxygen and first the first time having so much cock being shoved down your throat. You had felt his hands pull your mouth off his cock and your eyes opened up to the site of his enormousness staring right back at you. 

A few strands of your saliva still hung from your lips to his cock. The massive meat was almost entirely covered in it and looked impressive, making your pussy tingle. 

"Are you alright there?" He asked, waving his cock in front of your face and still his hands were holding into the back of your head, holding your hair back. 

It made you suddenly feel dirty, like a bitch in heat, willing to do just about anything he asked.

Normally that wouldn't do, you would stand up and slap him across the face, but you had never had a cock like his before. Something about it was making you want it more and do things and feeling things you had never felt before. 

After catching your breath you gaze up into his dark eyes as he slowly pulls your mouth back onto his far cock. Shoving almost half the length of it down your throat in one fluid motion, you feel your body already bending to his will. 

Pumping his hips gently he drives more of his meat further into your mouth, keeping a good part of it covered in your spit.

Your tongue maneuvering around the enormous base that slid back and forth over it. You kept licking the underside, playing with it as much as you could. Hearing him groan loudly within seconds. 

The first thick stream of cum shot to the back of your throat as you felt his meat expand even more and his balls tightened in your hand. 

A thick vein from the bare of his cock to the head was clearly visible as his load continued to shoot into your mouth. Your throat gulping each stream of cum easily. 

The boy not only had an impressive cock, but his load was just as equally so as you found yourself dying for air after 30 seconds of him cumming into your mouth. 

Not able to take anymore you pull the fat cock out of your mouth with a pop and close your eyes. The stream kept up for the next 10 or so seconds. Covering your face and your breasts. 

By the time he want finally done exploding his impressive load he sat himself back against the oversized plant pots that had concealed your act, grabbing a towel is tosses it to you.

"Girl, that was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had. You really know what you're doing with that mouth of yours." He said. 

"Mmm thank you," you say.

*****

To Be Continued...