Encounter 17 - The Last Few Things - Finale.
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Rebecca smiled so wide I wondered if she’d achieved the effect by means of her elasticity. She then changed the subject to our dinner: “So this’ll be my first time having banana peppers on a pizza. What should I expect?”
“No kick just a constant burst of spice that hits your tongue as fast as it dissipates. That’s as best I can put it.”
“Ah.”
“Now what about the pineapple thing?”
“Ummm... well the pineapples get a little sweeter and softer, but the ham compliments it because, well you know, ham’s salty.”
“Yeah yeah that makes sense. Do you have an overall favorite topping combo on pizza?”
“I think pineapple and ham is my fave. You?”
“Either banana pepper and mushroom or jalapeño and pepperoni. Can’t decide which is better to be honest.”
“Well you’re a pretty honest man, so...” Rebecca giggled.
“Awww shoot. Hey uhhh...” My heart began to sink. “Can I be honest with you again? I... wow I can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually felt some... sadness today... from not being a shifter like you... or at least mild anguish... I was afraid to tell you because you’re touchy with the experiments you do, rightfully so, but then again I just couldn’t crush that desire, that possibility...”
“Mark I really don’t know how I feel about giving you that kind of—“
“I know, I-I know. But I don’t want our relationship to suffer.”
“Ideally, it wouldn’t suffer... but then... look, what makes you want these abilities so bad?”
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Mark’s hands clasped together as he began to fidget with his fingers. “I... Rebecca I don’t know and I really wish I did. It’s just... something about not being Mark 24/7/365 is super appealing, just to have a break from...” He gestured at his sitting body. “...this. And being something totally different and gaining their properties, like the power to fly, or slip through spaces no human ever could, or hide in plain sight... I want that so bad but I don’t have any idea how to... how to get there...!” he concluded, seemingly in despair as he turned away from me, hiding his face behind a shaky hand.
“If you had—” I cut myself off, knowing that that response could only spin guilt into the mix. “Uh— *cough* h-honey, I...” Mark nodded his head. “Would you want to learn?” I asked, immediately regretting the question.
“What’s the point of learning if I don’t have the body equipped. It would be—” That time, I interrupted Mark. “I mean... if I went forward with this... would you let
me teach you how to... how to shift? It will take years, Mark, and I know you’re not the most patient person... I was hesitant because I don’t know if you’d be the right person for—“
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I left the table and sped to the bathroom. Locking myself into a stall I started sobbing uncontrollably, my head literally hitting the wall as I came to terms with the fact that I can’t be a good shapeshifter in my girlfriend’s eyes because I don’t have the right attitude, the right outlook. Maybe not even the right personality. I’m so flawed, and here I am with a perfect girlfriend who spent years on years achieving her dream and finding success. And what am I? A mechanic with a few friends, a nice house, and good money? A woman who loves me, maybe? Are we even right for each other?
My bout of anguish lasted for only under a minute. I sat down on the toilet, pants and everything still on, and wiped my face with TP as I tried once again to rationalize.
Minutes passed. If she’s so perfect and I’m so weak and flawed then she would have found someone else. So I can’t be dragging down the relationship, I figured internally. What are some things I’ve been impatient about? Learning to lucid dream, maybe? No... uhhh... learning to read between the lines... have I been poor counsel? ... No... I understood Rebecca when she finally came out to me about her powers... it was because of me that she trusted me with seeing them... it was because of me that she trusted me with seeing them...
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With a cleansed face and much more confidence in his step, Mark returned to the table to find our pizza waiting. “You know, Rebecca, I think I’m not as impatient as I may seem,” he started, eagerly pulling a piece of Hawaiian pizza onto his plate. “I think I’m just not good at understanding new concepts — concepts I’m interested in but don’t know much about.”
I paused, raising an eyebrow. “...like?”
“Like lucid dreaming. Remember back when I was telling you about my friend that has lucid dreams like every night? Well it was because he didn’t shut up about it that I felt pressure to do it myself. I tried diving in and only found myself upset, but I also did not want to take it slow because the fear of having to work so hard only to run into failure gripped me like a chokehold... only to find out I wasn’t truly interested back then, I was just doing something because it seemed like the cool thing to do...” He raised a finger. “... and that led to my impatience but only on the topic of learning to lucid dream. Maybe... just maybe... since shapeshifting is something that I am truly interested in, and because I trust you more than I trust that friend... we can make something work.”
My boyfriend and I were in our own heads for the rest of that meal, save for the occasional ‘mmm’ that went with tasting the others’ pizza variation. “You know,” I said between bites. “Maybe we can make this work somehow... if you trust in me to mentor you...”
Silently agreeing, Mark nodded as he finished a slice.
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When we arrived back home my mood was much more stable and I was ready to prepare a nice dessert for myself and my lady friend. Rebecca did her thing as I got cooking, cleverly reducing herself into her ottoman form and, with four malleable legs, trotted to my bedroom. Had that occurred an hour or so ago I would have felt a bit depressed to see that, but after a nice meal with Rebecca and a good chat I found myself chuckling at the sight of sentient, moving furniture.
I started by lining a stockpot with vegetable oil and setting it on the stove’s largest burner. Next came a quarter cup of popcorn, ready to get popping as the oil heated up. I closed the pot and headed to the pantry to pull out a bag of white chocolate chips, and from the fridge a grabbed turtle chocolate syrup. Pouring some chips into a large bowl I placed it in the microwave to melt the chips, adding water to the bowl once the chips were melted and stirring it in to achieve the proper consistency.
As I prepared our dessert I began to ponder what I’d do if and when I get shapeshifting powers. “I’ll probably end up melting like this chocolate,” I muttered to myself, proceeding to laugh it off as I finalized a zebra popcorn treat for myself and Rebecca, swiping off any chocolate syrup left on the nozzle of the bottle and licking it off my finger.
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While Mark got himself situated in the kitchen I prepared to squeeze more shifting out of my system. From the ottoman form I transformed into a cardboard box by sliding my legs into my stuffed base, hollowing my body out, and ridding myself of the internal structure of a footrest while changing my materials to cardboard and some tape to hold myself in a rectangular prism shape.
Then I got an idea. I shrank a little to guide the process of filling myself with faux soil, using my ability to imitate wood, foam and plant matter to create a heterogeneous mixture of ‘dirt’ which I then moistened. Around the false soil I thickened the walls of my box, their color fading from tan into a burnt shade of sienna. Widening the box just a little more at the top, I opened up, but my flaps fell into my body as tulips sprouted from the dirt which was now surrounded by a terra cotta flowerpot.
I wasn’t ready to stop there. Next, the flowerpot cracked in a jagged fashion down the vertical center. Soil and flowers spilling onto the floor, the two parts sorted themselves out; the former becoming a yellowish, slimy liquid while the latter clumped together into a squishy yellow lump that split into two. Each lump got its own puddle of slime. The halves of the flowerpot softened, one half encapsulating each puddle. Once the mess was cleared up the malleable terra cotta smoothed out and washed itself white, the pieces becoming much more thin, delicate, and roundly shaped... finally I’d morphed into two farm fresh eggs.
Forming an ear hole at the top of one of the eggs I could still hear Mark cooking. Last one, I said to myself, not wanting time to run thin. Moving most of my focus into the sensory egg I closed its ear and copied it, softening drastically and forcing another egg from my own shell. They split soon enough, rendering me across three bodies. Rolling ourselves into a line, the central egg started to stretch. Its color faded to black as it rose upward, forming four legs for support at its base, and finally creating a large wooden disc at the very top. It grew thick and sturdy while the other two eggs rose in similar fashion. These would have round bases with puck-like rubber feet beneath them and leathery ergonomic cushions at their top. But the one furthest from the door... well, it’d have to wait for Mark to find me.
Which he just did.
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“Whoooa Rebecca!” I cheered, placing the bowl of popcorn on the table she shifted up. I watched, mesmerized, as the back end of one of her accompanying stools formed her human upper half. “Which one of these should I sit on?” Smirking I strutted closer, rubbing against the stitching of one stool with my fingertips, then caressing Rebecca’s hips once I got closer to her humanoid version.
“Hmhm,” she chittered, expanding her cushions. “I should be able to hold you up. Come on sweetie, sit right here and let me eat up your fancy treat.”
I placed the popcorn bowl on my lap, allowing Rebecca to reach it. “You’re so clever honey. And hey, I’m sorry for leaving the table earlier at Flame Craft. That...” I exhaled. “...was really uncalled for.”
“Apology accepted sweetie. I understand.”
“I’ll try to be more composed around your powers.”
“I hope you still have your energy to lose your composure later tonight, you lanky beast,” she teased. I reached back and groped the underside of her leather cushion. “Ooh! Hnnnh...”
“What did you do in here while I was making this?” I asked, eating up a good-sized handful.
“Well, yunno, just shifting around.”
“Intriguing. I suspect you were inanimate objects again?”
“Several, ending with this contemporary dining setup.”
“Sexy,” I cooed.
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Finished with the popcorn, at least for now, I rested it on my table part then requested Mark get off of me for the sake of a comfortable shift back. Once he did so I made myself human once again, as did the second stool. Watching us intently Mark got to witness my clone press herself into my body with more and more pressure until her defining characteristics fused with my own, eventually sucking herself into my body.
Mark cracked a wry grin and I was quick to spot the tent in his pants. My elastic arms encircling his lithe body I shuffled up to him and pressed his chest onto mine, adding height so he’d hit just the right spot, as he blushed all the while. Finally he let out an adorable whimper and threw his lips onto my own. Retracting my arms I caressed his face with the touch of an angel as his fingers ran through my fine hair like sunrays through clouds.
I accidentally-on-purpose swept us onto the bed, my body feeling warm and ready to change. Recalling a transformation I performed earlier today when we were just cuddling I flattened up again, all over my body, but I took things a step further.
First, I gained extra weight. My belly spilling over my panties by now and my breasts at... sheesh... maybe an h-cup... I slowed my weight gain so Mark could get off on the feeling of my enlarging frame, plus there was likely some bonus points for him in that my clothes would automatically tailor to my increasing size.
Next would be an ethnicity change. My skin yellowed a little as I darkened my straight hair to jet black. My eyes became much more almond-like in shape as I thinned out my brows and nose, even taking a few breaths as I have myself a very thin but noticeable Japanese accent.
Now for clothing. With barely a thought, every garment on me came together at either my chest or crotch and rematerialized. A mix of red and black fabrics wove into lacy, dainty lingerie. “I’d say this makes for a good start, darling... now would you please get those pants off? My elastic tongue needs to lick some fresh Rosen cock...”
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“Oooh calling me by my last name now? How very...” I unzipped and stripped myself of my pants, allowing the newly shifted woman in front of me to do the true honors. “...oriental.”
She rubbed my member through the nylon in my Reebok underwear and then threw it off down to my knees, causing my dick to bounce a little before she grabbed it and started licking it at the head, the look in her Asian eyes reflecting her temporary persona as a big beautiful slut.
“Yeahhh, there you go Rebecca, you know you wanna just suck all my sticky cum out don’t you?”
“This... *mMmMmh...* I’m such an unfit woman, Mark, for your body and my own... why is it me you choose to *mM-mM-mM* grace with such a d-divine feature?” she asked in a pleading manner, her voice now even more delicate and dainty even as she torqued my rod.
“It’s your reward for being such an obedient servant of mine, always shaping your inferior body into whatever I ch-...” She licked and worked a little harder. “...choose. In fact, shapeshift right now for your master. I’d better see Tracer on my cock within seconds.”
Just like that Rebecca’s fat practically evaporated as her Asian skin tone repainted to a creamy white. Her black haircut morphed into a short brown do while her eyes enlarged to those of a Brit, her lips becoming plumper as the last of her unnecessary fat dematerialized into her toned core and jawline. As a finishing touch she created the Overwatch character’s trademark white and orange goggles, also giving herself an accent.
All of that as she continued sucking me off.
“So privileged to feel you along my lips...” said Rebecca wistfully before going back at it. I leaned back and allowed some moans to escape me, increasing her arousal.
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“You’re more than just an ordinary, good-for-nothing housekeep, Rebecca, *gasp* so if you shift for me once more I will reward you again.”
“Mmmuuuh, yes, your h-humble servant craves rewards...”
“Then g-h-get on your back. Now. And turn into a Latina. Oh, and give her a wooden waist like a violin.”
Rebecca complied eagerly, disengaging her lips and rolling onto her back, allowing me to take the top. I watched her midsection start to change first; the area turning glossy and pale orange before the altered reflections of light against her signaled she had changed her abdomen into wood.
Then an exotic bronze spread across her whole figure, except for her core. When it reached her neck her voice changed to become full and husky, developing a South American accent. When it hit her face it softened up her lips and widened her eyes. She didn’t need to change her hair; Rebecca’s classic style of jet black waves worked for a Latina disguise.
Finally her hips crunched inward and formed two crescent shapes on her sides as her goggles vanished. Then all of a sudden she stretched her arms and spun me onto the bed beside her, returning to normal proportions but this time she was overtop of me, her body, movements and attitude casting her as an ambassador of devilish ecstasy.
“Why should I serve you anyway?” asked a newly Latin American Rebecca.
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“I thought I was the one with power here. Now eat me out. Stat. Your mistress shouldn’t have a dry pussy, not around you.”
“Y-yes ma’am!” he replied as I bent my hips forward to put my pliable sex right in his face. Instantly he began licking it up, down, around and through— it always felt so good for the both of us. I started to moan as he lapped me up nonstop.
“Mmmph, ooh, you owe your mistress many licks and bites... how about you try my ass next?”
Mark let off with a shudder. “Your servant will cheerfully obey! It’s such a pleasure and a privilege to even touch you, my dear Rebecca! All your curves are worthy of so much praise!” And with that I pushed his mouth off my snatch and twisted 180° at the chest, my tits ending up on the sides of my torso near my armpits. Seeing that, the unaltered condition of her violin abdomen, and my demeaning attitude likely had Mark shaken but his actions and energy lead me to believe that he was also really aroused.
My booty flexed out and up to his mouth. He enthusiastically went to town on it, relishing my moans of pleasure as his tongue drew loops around my asshole. Mark would bite my buttocks without warning sometimes which would cause me to yelp in elation and a gush of cum would spray out of my pussy. “Yaaamawh, oHhOhA!”
“MmMmMmMm...” whined Mark, never one to give easily. Holy fuck, so good... okay maybe one or two more...
“Mark... stop. No more of my sSsweet ass for yh-you...” I barked limply, catching my breath and pulling my butt away from my boyfriend. “Next you will milk me. Your mistress has become quite engorged. I have no use for all this breast milk. Thankfully for me, I have a little plaything at my disposal.” I thickened up my nipples as my face began to stretch at the nose and mouth. “You’re going to be my personal drinker,” I teased, bringing Mark on top of me again with an ankle sweep once my vio-Latina form was restored to normal proportions, except for my visage.
My nose enlarged and widened as it joined up with my mouth and continued to move forward as one. A black coat of fur dressed my face with the occasional white splatter. My ears became floppy and cupped, hanging at the sides of my head. Horns grew out from my forehead as my human hair slipped under the hide. My eyes migrated to the sides of my head as my eyebrows disappeared, my teeth widening as my nose turned completely blank with my muzzle now at its full length. Now I had the head of a cow. Let’s see how you fare, Mark, I thought as I mooed quietly.
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What the fuck is going on?!?! I whimpered internally, wrapped in the eye of a hurricane of sexual euphoria. I couldn’t believe I was liking this to such an extent! And seeing Rebecca’s face reshape so radically — I was never even remotely into cows or bovine transformations — just had me so throttled! And now, it seems, she’s filling up her breasts with milk, probably dairy milk!
“Do your job my servant, I’m so milky I feel like a cow.”
Latching onto a now-gigantic tit, I opened her valve and let the sweet cream flow into me. Sure enough it was cow’s milk. To keep Rebecca going I whined and moaned as her right nipple got torqued endlessly. She was feeling incredible; I could sense it!
When I switched boobs I felt a sudden squeeze on my hard cock. It felt like a tendril. I moaned out and went back to helping Rebecca lactate, but that pseudopod on my dick wouldn’t let up. It felt like a constant shower of warm water all around my rocket. Ohhh my GOD!!! “GAAAGH!”
I rolled my eyes all the way up. My girlfriend’s face looked half-human, half cow at this point, with the animal parts phasing and shifting out. After a few seconds she shook her head about and morphed it into the Latina’s visage, but then her whole body returned to her native form. She then gave me a clear instruction: “Get off my tit, insert, and rip my pussy apart.”
That I made sure to do. I rammed her with all my might, restraining her shoulder movement with forearms as steady as skyscrapers. She cried out in utter joy as I slid in and out and in and out, cum flying from her crotch. “Oh, yeeeAAA, AAAGH, OOOAHHH!!!” I shouted as I finally blew my load right into Rebecca’s perfect shapeshifter box. She screamed out too; we must have finished at the same time. I slumped forward and down, ending up beside her.
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Minutes passed of silence and exhaustion, the burning cloud of passion and energy above us fading away leaving only a precipitation of tranquility.
“That was... so... so... unbelievable...” I finally said to Mark, whose head rolled in my direction.
“Yeah... oh my god... it’s crazy that I get to... fuck a shapeshifter... eh-heh-heh...”
We both started giggling awkwardly as if in a dazed trance, our bodies staring out despite the soaking of lewd liquids.
Some minutes later...
Mark loaded the sheets into the washer as I went to his room to grab my phone and wallet, not forgetting to reabsorb the table I’d created back into my body. Choosing to leave the bowl of zebra popcorn on the floor, I took a deep breath and cleaned myself off by absorbing any fluid and proceeding to metabolize what I could from it, leaving the rest up to my digestive system. Soon enough my energy was regained.
A satisfied yet burnt-out Mark Rosen ascended the stairs a few moments later, meeting me at the top and giving me the tightest hug I’ve ever felt. We looked into each other’s eyes, Mark’s showing the beginnings of tears despite his closed smile, and we kissed passionately. And then again and again. As we always do when we’re alone together.
“I’m gonna miss you honey.”
“Me too. I cannot wait to do this again sometime. You’re fantastic... b-beyond *sniffle* words... Rebecca.”
“And you too... my life would never be the same without you, Mark. I’m sorry about what I said at dinner... I... I think you’d make a great shapeshifter. And I mean it.”
Mark only smiled, offering me a ride home. I politely declined, only asking that he drop my phone and wallet off at my house before work tomorrow.
He opened the front door. Guiding myself to my hands and feet, I shrank down into a small quadcopter, creating an LED headlight below my camera. My props fired up. Lifting off, I turned the headlight on, tilted forward, and disappeared into the night.