Encounter 1 - Discovery

 

    It had gone unspoken by now that Rebecca would be staying the night. As I was watching the film on the screen in front of me, I pondered over what happened earlier, maybe it was just a trick of the light? But then why did she gradually get heavier on me? And why was she so embarrassed getting up? Oh, wait, she was probably internally flustered at how she hurt my thigh. Even then, how did her ass literally retract? What the hell is going on?

    I finally got the gut to ask her the question, as stupid as it may have sounded. “Rebecca, did your, um, butt get bigger while you were sitting on me? I-I swear it was like twice as big when you got up off my lap.”

    “Uh, n-no...? Why would you think that?” she retorted, laughing nervously.

    “But... but how were you so heavy? And it like shrank again when you got up, I promise honey, it did! I watched it recede into you! Call me crazy...” I started, but don’t exactly have the words or the case to finish my thought.

 

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    Jesus Christ... I can’t do this anymore.  If I’m gonna be with him, he’s gonna be with me. The real me, I concluded internally. “Mark...” I began, pausing the movie and turning the lights back on. “It... did. I-I do that sometimes... it’s getting easier to manage but I still have to work on it...”

    “Wait, this is... normal?” He asked with both concern and curiosity in his voice. “Is it... is it painful at all?”

    “No, no no not in any way. I-it’s actually kinda pleasurable, if I’m being honest.” I sighed. “Look Mark, that happens when I get horny but...”

    “But what Rebecca? I’m right here.” He looked into my eyes with the most humble and trustworthy face.

    “But I can do a lot more with my body... I’m becoming more skilled with my abilities but I think I’ve still got a long road ahead of me.” I stopped speaking, allowing my words to sink into my boyfriend’s brain. Then I exhaled and let the cat out of the bag: “I... I’m s-sort of... a-a shapeshifter...”

 

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    “Wait... really?! No way! That... that’s amazing! How do you shapeshift? What can you turn into? How does it all work? Oh my god Rebecca... I can’t even put my excitement into words!” I slowly encroached and hugged her, should she have been feeling uncomfortable. She let me in with a smile and I could feel all her anxiety and apprehensiveness evaporate into the air. When she leaned back, I kissed her lips passionately, and I feel the same amount of vigor on mine.

    She backed out of my embrace and sat down on her side of the sofa, switching positions as to lay on her stomach longways about the couch. She rested her arms on the armrests and looked up at me. “Well, as for how it works... all I know is that I can imitate the chemical structures of animals, plants and really any of the members of life’s kingdoms. But when I want to become anything nonliving... it just happens. And I don’t have a clue as to how or why.”

    “Nonliving? So you can transform into like inanimate objects and whatnot?” I asked her, intrigue rife in my pupils.

    “Yeah, in fact being inorganic is very calming. It can be like like, hm, like a lucid dream. I don’t have any sense but touch and thought, so I sometimes just create my own reality, make a sprite for myself, and play around in there. It’s a great time-killer and relaxer.”

    “Hey, now that you mention it I’ve had some lucid dreams where I’ve turned into objects. It... it felt  nearly the same way once the changes were complete, like a dream within a dream,” I pointed out.

    “Heh. Sounds about right. But some objects are harder to turn into than others, and I have a group that just... scare me or gross me out. I don’t know... an example would be the notion of becoming something like an insect. I hate bugs, so it’s frightening.”

    “Well sweetheart, if you ever need a transformation coach, you’re looking right at one,” I said to her with a smile.

    “I guess I’ll have to be your one-member team then,” she joked. “Here, let’s start with something simple.”

    Rebecca, out of nowhere, got up and took off all her clothes, proudly displaying her nude body in front of my enthralled eyes. She curled herself up as tight as she could on the carpeted floor, and I watched in amazement as she shrank. Her skin took a black and white geometric pattern as she smoothed it all out, becoming spherical in the process. Once Rebecca reached her preferred size, her human features melted away into the ball, inadvertently softening it. But she seemed to be aware of this as she promptly firmed herself up. Her black hair was distributed all around her body as it turned to thread, and the thread delicately stitched itself to the sphere, guided by the difference in color. Rebecca shuddered one last time and stopped moving. My girlfriend was now...

 

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    A soccer ball. In all the time I’ve been shapeshifting, I’ve only taken this form once. Life was still for the next thirty seconds, black and silent, until a warm sensation is felt on some of my polyester faces. I still couldn’t see or hear but I sensed Mark’s hands gently picking me up and rotating me on all three axes, probably examining me in great detail. I internally shuddered in pleasure as I detected a finger slide down a line of my stitching. Then I’m tossed and caught a couple times. Ooh, haha! Mark this is really jarring! Oh man, whaAAH!

    With an increase of thrust I was barreled down the hallway like a bowling ball but promptly halted by the closed door at the end. Oof! Then I’m lifted again and met with a much bumpier situation as I found myself rolling down the stairs. I bounced off the landing once I completed the first staircase, but the front door only helped to guide me to the second. I stumbled down yet another flight before coming to rest in the lower hallway. AaAaWhH... I mentally exhaled, birds chirping in circles around my nonexistent head.

 

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    I had followed Rebecca to her stoppage point where I gently lifted her into my hands once again. I petted her leathery surface as I’d pet a cat; allowing my fingertips to soothe her after that bumpy ride.

    “If you can hear me, Rebecca, I-I want you to know that this is by far one of the best... best days of my life...” I sputtered, nearly finding myself choked up over this. It was as if my girlfriend’s ability satisfied a desire I never even knew I had, in perfect compatibility like a goalie and a soccer net.

    Hugging her for a few more seconds I then eased her to the ground. From here I watched with wide, enthralled eyes as her black and white coloration swirled about and lightened up to her native peachy complexion, her spherical shape deflating into a sort of blob. I had to bungee my weasel at this point; something about the fluidity of Rebecca’s reversion really rared me... that blob’s shape was so dynamic... it already created hips and the beginnings of a head, arms and breasts...

 

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    It’s a very bouncy sensation in feeling my boobies bubble up into my torso... if he were ever to talk about it with me, I must admit that I would fully understand Mark’s arousal at my shapeshifting if that was in fact how he felt; not only because dudes have some weird turn-ons but because changing forms always causes some spike in sex drive for me. By now my arms, becoming something more than limp tentacles off my shoulders, have sculpted themselves into form with hardened elbows and dainty, womanly silhouettes. The little points where my wrists would be have grown palms, knuckles and fingers, each one with a fingernail as they should have.

    The oddly shaped mass that will soon become my neck and head reared back with an inexplicable feeling of sexual pleasure as my jawline defined itself and my neck took on its proper shape. Traps and collarbones developed while hair cascaded from my scalp, causing yet another jump in libido. The growth of my hair ceased maybe a half a foot past the base of my neck, leaving my ends in contact with my shoulder blades. It’s now that my head as a whole tilted down to angle straight, not knowing I was faced right at Mark.

 

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    This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, I thought as my unbreakable gaze locked into her flat, featureless head. But this, just like the rest of Rebecca, changed too: the first alteration being the opening of a mouth that grew teeth and emerged feminine lips around the edges. As its size calibrated to normalcy, my girlfriend moaned in such a loud volume I would have joked that she could awaken the neighbors. Lucky her ears quickly peaked from the sides of her skull next, booting up to functionality.

    Next came her nose, peering out like a gopher from its subterranean tunnel. Once she created nostrils she moved on to the most astounding part of her facial reconstruction: her eyes. It started with two bulges flanking the bridge of her nose, fine hairs growing overtop of them, then even finer hairs across. Slits were incised across the bulges as Rebecca’s eyeballs and optical muscles returned, meaning that once those slits parted her hypnotizing, alluring irises were revealed. “Hellooo gorgeous...!” I complimented, my words’ tone sideswiped by my drunken attraction to her beautiful visage.

 

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    I was oddly surprised at how Mark’s enthralled stare didn’t deviate to my nether region... as I returned his muse with a simple “Hiii!” I buckled at my base, succumbing to the pleasure of my perfectly tight, wet pussy unzipping beneath my abdomen. I immediately found myself moistening up; orgasmic pleasure overtaking my thoughts and actions, causing me to moan once again.

    Mark stepped closer, seeming as though he sought to comfort me. But he also noticed my ecstatic smile which led him to laying off. He didn’t even want to talk, or rather, he was too starstruck to form a sentence let alone a soothing one. My wide grin meets his eyes once more as I lift my chin, displaying my pearly white teeth and reassuring him that “I’m just fine.”

    At this statement he backed up as my reversion concluded. My base split down the middle from my crotch to the floor. I closed my eyes as the semi-loose masses of flesh holding me up filled out and sculpted themselves in the same manner as my arms, my petite feet forming at the very ends. I slowly opened my eyes back up and took three deep breaths, then at the sight of Mark’s sluggishly blossoming grin, I opened my arms wide to let him in for a tender embrace.