Encounter 16 - Wild

 

    “Hungry yet?” I asked Rebecca from the kitchen. Peering back around the fridge and to the couch, I watched her reversion end by her hands clutching her pudgy gut and packing all the fat back into her abdomen. That was... oddly arousing.

    “Mmm, no,” she replied, looking back up at me now that she’d resumed her normal appearance. I began to feel as if our cuddling together flipped a switch in my brain, igniting my sudden desires for Rebecca’s transformations. That or I have a shapeshifting fetish now. Both were plausible. “I will be later though. Need me for anything in the meantime?”

    “Well, not really. But it is quite the nice evening, so should we play some frisbee before dinner?”

    “Yeah, I’m down. Let’s go.” Rebecca rubbed her chin as if to make sure she’d eliminated all the unnecessary cellulite, proceeding to materialize leather sandals on her feet the same way I’d seen her materialize lingerie the other night. Seeing this I clenched my jaw and flexed my biceps, making sure to do so subtly — I didn’t want to stand up at full mast here!

    I cleared my mind soon enough, cruising downstairs and into the garage to pull out a frisbee. Rebecca was behind me, in human form rather than goo, a detail that compelled me to smile lightly at her as we stepped outside and onto my driveway. Rebecca opened her hands. “No cheating, I promise. You ever gonna change clothes there, Mark?”

    “After my shower, sure, I’ll put on a new outfit. This one probably smells like bug spray anyway.”

    “Can confirm; I rubbed my cat nose on your ankle.”

    “Cats can’t talk.”

    “Mrrrow.”

 

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    The both of us shared a laugh, then Mark gave the disc a toss. With each catch we stepped further and further apart, our skills so evenly matched in such a simple game that we were forced to not only turn perpendicular to the house, we could no longer increase the distance between us because we were soon to tread on Mark’s neighbors’ lawns.

    Choosing to remain in place for a few more throws, we later opted to pick another way to kill time. Mark told me he wanted to go for a jog, so I took him up on the offer, and with a fling of the frisbee back inside the garage we were off.

    We didn’t talk much during the jog as we’d been using all our breath to power our muscles, or in my case, my... call it goo. I have hypotheses on why my near-limitless body still requires oxygen but maybe I’ll bring that topic up another time. For now I only desired to take in the evening, burn some fuel, and do so with my boyfriend.

    Returning home, Mark noticed the small garden of bushes and flowers beside his house could use some watering. “I gotcha,” I said. “But don’t turn the hose on yet, I wanna try one thing...”

 

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    Rebecca helped me unreel the coiled hose from its retainer on the house’s exterior. Once she neared the garden however, she began to do something... peculiar. Pressing her nose to the nozzle she forced her face, then head, shoulders, arms, torso, and legs in. The hose falling to the grass beneath me, it laid still.

    Snapping me out of my bewildered trance was a voice from within the rubbery tube: “Aim at the house, then turn ‘er on!” I did as she told and within seconds a finger-length skin-tone pill flew out from the nozzle, bouncing off the siding and onto my neighbor’s roof...!

    “Oh SHIT!” I whispered through clenched teeth, watching my girlfriend roll into the gutter. Tense moments passed as I wondered how she’d fare with her predicament, but my eyes were soon caught by a puddle of grassy green slime flowing from the downspout.

    Exhaling a sigh of relief I let Rebecca take her course. Following her to the backyard she stretched into her human form, smiling and reaffirming me that her ‘gutter run’ caused her no pain and was actually quite the thrill. “Now should I go further, or are you getting hungry?”

    “Go further,” I insisted with a wry grin.

 

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    “As you wish,” I cooed, eyeing Mark’s roofline rather than his neighbor’s. Ensuring nobody could see me with a quick 360° head sweep, I spanned my entire body to a height so tall I could reach the roof. Flexing myself into the house’s profile I allowed myself to adhere to it, then I started to change in a more drastic fashion.

    My whole body went very flat. Not paper flat but one could get the point. I twisted my legs together and merged them, slimming my now-2mm wide figure from toe to head. I let the twisting force ascend, eliciting meek whimpers of pleasure from me especially as my breasts squeezed themselves out of existence. My colors fading to a single ruddy brown, I worked my body into this slender two-toned cordlike structure up to my head.

    My hair shrank away and my facial features dissolved as I reshaped everything above my neck into a prominent green leaf. Extending offshoots from my stalk I grew more leaves on their ends, with a few inches of space between each one until I’d reached the ground. I could relax now, my semi-synthesized textures meaning I could hold the siding with little to no effort in my newest form: that of an ivy vine.

 

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    Positively starstruck, I drifted back down to earth once Rebecca stopped moving. I neared her and eventually touched her — I knew this sort of plant wouldn’t do any harm to my skin even if she really was able to become exactly like it down to the genetic code. It was here though that I felt a pang of genuine anguish mingling so... so fluidly and effortlessly with my happiness to be with Rebecca and witness her changing body. As grateful a man as I am... I couldn’t wrench the suddenly blazing, crackling desire to shift like I just observed her. Hanging my head, all I wanted right then was to stretch my fingers to the gutter, slip into a vine form like Rebecca’s, and intertwine with her. But I couldn’t... and it’s foreseeable I wouldn’t get, or even earn, the chance.

    “Maybe that’s how she burns fuel?” I mumbled, pacing around the lawn. “Maybe she’s a vine so she can pass the time between now and when her hunger hits? How does her digestive system work anyway?” Catching myself on the brink of a tizzy I took a breath. Keying in the passcode on the back door, I stepped inside after scuffing off my boots over the back porch.

    I recalled the ‘yoga’ I did not too long ago. As I sat myself down on the soft floor of the game room, I tried to bring myself back to that tranquility, that near-liquid state of mind. Easing my back to the floor and outstretching my legs I let my eyes fall shut, though I did not sleep. I was very much awake within my own unmoving body.

 

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    Time passed. My body spread along the siding, creating the optical illusion that I was many vines instead of a single vine split into a fork of shoots at the top. Since I was essentially imitating a flattened shrub adhering to Mark’s house, I decided to change into a vertical garden.

    Using my knowledge of flowers and packed with practice on replicating them, I spawned many roses among my greenery as well as daisies, zinnias and blue tulips that hung from the bases of some of my leaves. Once again I relaxed, confident that Mark was liking what he was seeing.

    Next I twirled together into a single strand as wide as the vertical garden itself, but instead of being flat I became very much rounded. My leaves transformed into scales as a serpentine head slid out from a cover of reptilian skin. Hope only he’s seeing this, I thought as I grew and grew and grew into an absolutely massive anaconda, about 7 meters long and a half-meter wide.

    I felt amazing, and in my transformation-induced dopamine rush it had slipped my mind that Mark was absent. Winding carelessly across the yard I didn’t dare lift myself above the fence, though in my following form I felt a much stronger temptation to. That following form was one of a supersized crow, at least two meters in height with a wingspan of... some stupidly high figure. As I pondered whether or not a takeoff was possible if I wanted to do so, it crossed my mind that Mark had left the yard.

 

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    In a state of zen, I felt as though my mental center of gravity was beginning to spread across my body. It was warm and vibrating, like ice melting into water. Soon enough I’d taken to idly manipulating my hypnagogic, mentally-pictured self from simple changes of clothes to full-on impersonations of other humans. At one point, I found myself trying to assimilate into the form of my fantasy crush... which was Tracer, the Overwatch character... causing a spike in erotic sentiments. From there I mentally reshaped into Rebecca, turning me on even more, and in Rebecca’s body my imaginary self stretched and flowed across the den in an ever-expanding fashion.

    Snapping out of it soon enough, I eased myself back into wake, feeling refreshed as much as aroused. My tent was only further pitched my the sight of a huge black bird outside, shifting and reworking itself into my girlfriend... god... if there’s ever been a time I’d wanted her put to her fullest potential, it was now.

 

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    “...a wooden woman, a BBW, and Tracer? Like the Overwatch character? You’ve got quite the list of fantasies Mark, did you have like an epiphany or something in regards to my powers?”

    “Yeah maybe, but oh my GOD, I want you all over me this evening, in any or all those forms, and hell, throw in some of your own ideas too.” He encroached my shoulders and got real close to my ear, whispering “I know you have shapes you’ve just been longing to try out in bed with me.”

At this I shuddered, feeling a jolt of lust.

    “Y-yes...” I pecked Mark’s cheek and smiled as he leaned in. “I’d love that...”

    “After dinner then. You, and I, and all the forms we want...”

    Some minutes later...

    “Mark, you really shouldn’t be cooking. Come on, it’s Sunday, let’s head somewhere nice,” I offered as I exited the restroom, peering into the kitchen to see my boyfriend setting out ingredients for a pizza.

    “No no I’m good here. We can talk, please, I insist.”

    “Yes, but we can talk more if we just drive to a pizza restaurant and keep talking while we wait for our food.”

    “But Rebecca, man you know I love to cook, especially for you...”

    “I know you do... here, and just to show you how much I appreciate your cooking, how about we go out for some dinner, return here for some fun and after that I’ll let you make dessert. Okay sweetie?”

    Mark sighed. “Okay... but can we at least go to Flame Craft?” At the question I gave a slight chuckle, grinning.

    “Yes Mark, we can go to Flame Craft. My tab.”

 

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    Awaiting a table for two, Rebecca and I spoke about what I’d done while she was shifting into a giant crow. “I tried to do it mentally,” I admitted, gulping. “I... I at least wanted to trick myself into feeling like I was undergoing a change from one form to another... I just kinda... well you know, fantasy crushes and all that... if it makes you feel any better, I tried to be you too.”

    She and I then sat down. We cradled each other’s hands, my own fingertips contacting both Rebecca’s jeans and her copper bracelet, both elements of her outfit having been created using her abilities. “I... Mark I wish I knew how to respond but...”

    “I... you don’t need to I just... I want to change in more ways than one, but I need you. You’ve done just so much a-and ever since you revealed yourself to me, your every facet... I feel as lustful and envious as I feel amorous and maybe even indebted. You turned my life around... I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

    Rebecca’s head was turned to her right side, slightly tilted downward. Her facial expression was cycling through and altering but we were both silent, likely pondering my own words as well as the entire weekend. We remained in thought until my girlfriend was tapped on the shoulder by a waitress.

    Escorting us to stools at a bar overlooking the kitchen and its massive brick oven, I requested only water to drink while Rebecca asked for a lemonade. “Mark...” she started once the waitress made her way on. “I... need you too.”

 

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    Our lemonade had arrived around five minutes ago and we’d placed our order. Mark agreed with me to hold the deeper conversation topics until after our meal, concurring to exchange these schematics of talk for more lighthearted themes. “I got to work on a manual Honda Accord coupe the other day,” he began. “If you didn’t know, such a car is on the rarer side now a days, even for 2014 models like the one I fixed up. Had to change the oil and rotate the tires.”

    “Sounds like fun. Did the owner let you in?”

    “Yeah I got to sit inside. Felt like any other EX-L coupe from that generation except for the shift knob of course.”

    “Before we met I was actually able to sit in a Jaguar XE, and... to be honest it was kinda underwhelming. Not only that, hearing it’ll only get transmission problems down the road... doesn’t sound great. Not for Jaguar money.”

    “Heh, I’d like to see you design a car maybe, and... ooh,” He leaned in close. “Could you be one...?”

    “Probably a semi-functioning model...” I responded quietly.

    “That’s so damn cool.” Mark started to toy with my hair. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Hey, we should camp again sometime, maybe go RVing? I had fun yesterday.”

    “You kidding? Yesterday was a blast! I’d be stoked to do all that again with you. Or maybe we fly somewhere? Take a flying lesson, even?”

    “You and I can do anything together.”