Chapter #4Sounds interesting. by: Unknown Helen Hathaway placed her feet gingerly on the ground as she began to climb out of bed. She rubbed her headful of beautiful black hair as she nursed a small headache and brushed the sleep from her eyes. Night had descended on her small farmhouse on the outskirts of town, and so the room was filled with darkness. She glanced over at her husband Walter, his ample beer belly rising and falling rhythmically as he snored.
Helen shook her head again. She had not slept well, not for a number of nights now, really. Recurring dreams seemed to mock her attempts at slumber. The dreams were strange too. Each time, Helen found herself standing in an maternity aisle at work. She was going about her daily routine--making her way slowly and methodically down the aisle as she made sure that all the week's sale tags had been properly placed and the old ones properly removed. Such work was mundane but quite important, as an improper tag would give customers the impression that the item they had bought was once price, when it was, in fact, another.
Helen's dream had her going normally and predictably about her work, clad in her ordinary work attire. As she trudged through the job, she would come to some item. It was different items different times--sometimes it was a box of diapers, other times a set of pajama pants adjusted in the front for a big, pregnant belly, and still other times it would be extra stretchy yoga clothes as expectant mothers might wear when trying to keep their bulging bodies in shape. Anyway, Helen would then be grabbed on the arm by a woman who seemed at once nervous and very excited. Helen could never remember this woman's face for some strange reason, but (presumably for an equally strange reason), her eyes glowed a bright and vibrant red every time. But like clockwork, she would run up and grab Helen by the arm, and Helen would look up with a start. "You're the one!" the woman would exclaim happily. Helen always reacted with surprise. "What?" she would ask. "It's you! You will prepare the way for me," the woman insisted, "I'll send one into you first," she would say, as if revealing some great and exciting truth.
Helen would step back a bit in the dream, startled a bit by the woman's strange behavior. She would look the woman up and down a couple times, expecting to find her attired in a white straightjacket like an escapee from the nuthouse. But that's never what happened. The woman was actually quite beautiful and well-dressed. Helen could never see the face, but the rest of her body was the sort of thing that many a man would love to stare at. The woman was attired usually in a red dress. Judging from this woman's body in general, she seemed to be anywhere from 35 to 45 years old. She was--how to put this--voluptuous. That was probably the best word. The woman was not young and toned and perfect with flat-as-a-board abs; instead, she had curves, beautiful ones. Her legs were long and beefy, shown off by a form-fitting dress that began a chunk of the way up her beautiful thighs. From there, she wore a set of wide, child-bearing hips and probably an ass that would make any man stare. The dress hugged her every luscious curve as it wound its way up her sexy body. The woman seemed to have put on just a few spare pounds over the years, but just enough to make her jiggle in all the right places, for the most part. The most notable thing Helen always remembered of the woman was her belly--it seemed to have a basketball inside it, which is to say the woman was anywhere from seven to eight months pregnant. Farther up, a beautiful set of boobs peeked out the top of the red dress from a perch shoved up just under the woman's chin. But this beautiful body was attached to a face Helen could never remember, no matter how many times she tried.
"You--starts with you," the woman would say, "they'll send one of them into you," she would say. And just like that, Helen's eyes would shoot open as the strange visions of her dream continued to dance about in her mind. That same dream had haunted Helen for the last several nights. She was not sure what it meant. Dreams were supposed to mean something, or so she had read.
Helen glanced over at the clock. It read 11:02 PM in big red numbers. See, Helen worked the night shift at a store called Wilkos, a store that sold a lot of hardware but, like many stores in small English towns, sold a bit of everything despite its specialty Specializing too much was the kiss of death in a small place with a limited pool of customers to be had. Thus, Helen awoke late at night to prepare herself for a shift that began at midnight.
The timing left a bit to be desired, but Helen liked her work in general.
She stood and made her way groggily into the bathroom, closing the door and flipping on a small light. Helen shielded her eyes from the brightness for a few seconds as her eyes adjusted. Then she looked herself over. Helen was a woman of 45 years with long black hair cascading down from her head. Standing at about five feet seven inches, she was a bit tall for a woman. She had a nice smile and pleasant voice, both of which remained despite her smoking habit, which she had been trying to kick. Helen had put on a bit of weight as the years progressed, but she was not fat by any means. She was just--well, curvy. She had curves and was damn proud of them. Helen's breasts were wondrous, D-cup, jello-like mounds that shook and jiggled with her every sexy step. Farther down, Helen's belly was full, as she carried a wee bit of extra weight around her middle--just enough to be cute. A set of wide, child-bearing hips swayed back and forth as she walked, and her legs were long and sexy, but there was a blessed absence of any thigh gap. Helen smiled at her curvy, sexy figure just a little bit in the mirror, proud of having maintained it into her mid-40s. Her wonderful tits strained against a lacy black bra straining to contain them. Her panties hugged her hips tightly. Atop this, Helen wore a white silky nightgown that hung open in the front and went down only to her mid-thigh. Her husband Walter had stopped giving a damn about his bloated body years ago, but Helen would make no such concession.
As Helen looked herself over, she heard a loud whirling sound from outside as a great gust of wind blew about the outside of her small home. Lightening cracked the sky, and the loud clap of thunder shook the house. Helen jumped, while her overweight slob of a husband slumbered away blissfully. The sexy woman stood and listened as the howl of the wind became more constant. The persistent, rhythmic hum of big drops of rain welled up as the sudden downpour struck the roof of the small house. The lightbulb in the bathroom dimmed for a few seconds. Helen tilted her head as she looked around.
Helen liked storms. She found them to be strange, dangerous, and powerful things of raw beauty. Helen walked out into the blackness of the night as the storm came up. She opened the door of the house and stepped out into the late night. The trees blew like rag dolls in the howling wind. The rain began to come down harder, caressing Helen's curvy body with tiny droplets of water that reflected the wee bit of light the curtain of night permitted. She smiled. After a few minutes of enjoying the rainstorm, Hellen knew work would come soon, and she turned around to head back into the house. As she neared the door, she stopped, startled because it looked as though something had darted in front of her. Whatever it was moved very quickly and came very close. It seemed black and near Helen's eye level. She suddenly stopped and looked about, her pulse quickened by fear at whatever it was that had come so close.
"Wha--" she began, "who's there!?" she called out, "Walter, stop fucking around! I'm in no mood for it right now," she said sternly. She took a couple more steps only to see the wispy black thing dart before her yet again. And again she stopped. "Dammit! I said leave me be!" she called out, scared now, really scared. Suddenly, a giant expanse of lightening ripped across the sky just as Helen looked up. She saw what had scared her, but it defied her every notion of what was possible. It wasn't an animal at all, and it sure as hell wasn't anything Walter could have managed. It was a writhing, swirling mass of black smoke and dust floating a few feet above Helen's head. A deep, sinister laugh seemed to come from the thing, whatever it was. The rain was pouring down now, and Helen opened her mouth to scream at the top of her lungs. All that did was give the creature the opening it needed. Suddenly, the mass of smoke darted down toward Helen, forcing its wispy, swirling essence into Helen's opened mouth and down her throat--into her body. Water poured down upon her as she gagged and gargled and choked, trying to keep the thing out but having no chance. The rain poured on as Helen's boobs jiggled about as she tried to resist, but the black mist filled every crevice and every curve of her body as her own soul lost control. Her body spasmed and jerked about as the last gasps and screams of the desperate woman ended in mere whimpers.
Suddenly, all that stopped. Helen's body stood still in the darkness and the pouring rain. She was dripping wet as she slowly looked up, her eyes an ink-like black as a sick smile spread across her face. Helen's mouth hung open as her hands came up and caressed her jello-like boobs and felt about her curvy exterior. Still and in the rain she stood for a few more minutes. Her black hair was drenched and sticking to her head. Her silky nightgown clung to her skin. Helen, or the thing now in control of her body, began the slow walk back into the house as the rain poured down upon her. "Haven't had a body in centuries . . . " Helen said as she reached for the door.
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