Chapter #5Certain Things Are More Apparent In The Rain... by: Unknown It took time for your mind to process anything other than the overwhelming desire to run. As you panted, catching your energy back after the initial sprint, you began to recognize a strange buzzing noise. Not long after that, you began to feel a soft drop of water hit your nose before another fell on your arm and two on your head. When you exited your apartment building earlier, it didn't occur to you that the sky above you was overcast, filled with dark, billowing shapes, while the air you were running through was cold and chilly. It wouldn't have been difficult to predict that the heavens would soon burst open with this information, but you were too busy trying to run as fast as you could to burn off the fatty tissue that had magically formed on your frame to notice.
And even if you had taken the time to be even remotely aware of your environment, to be fair, you still wouldn't have thought it would rain. It was summer, the city was in a water shortage because of the drought plaguing the land, and for the past week, not even a single cloud floated to offer shade. But in an event as unanticipated as you waking up to find you somehow put on 80 lbs, the sky was now filled with them. Cold water cascaded down through the unseasonably brisk air around you like ethereal bullets, forming limpid pools around your shoes. Despite now being cold and wet, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips - usually, you hated this dreary weather, but in the aftermath of a jog that had left you sweaty and hot, it was a welcome reprieve.
For a moment, you were content to stand there on the mortar and limestone, the rain giving you an impromptu soak in nature's shower - but as you raised your arms over your head to stretch in warm-up for the next leg of your run, you realized that only your clothes were wet. Your face and the exposed skin on your arms and hands were miraculously dry, despite you knowing it was getting hit with falling water pellets. You lowered your right forearm to be level with your line of sight - a raindrop landed on the back of your hand, leaving a small driblet of water before it suddenly retreated out of existence - no, into your skin. However, even though that was something that should be investigated, you weren't too concerned with your body now absorbing whatever water it comes in contact with. No, you were too busy being concerned about the increasing tightness your thighs and posterior were feeling in the no-longer baggy yoga pants you left your apartment in.
Moving your attention away from your forearm to your general lower half confirmed your fears. Not only was your round, shapely ass now significantly more prominent and visible in the formerly-loose clothing, but it was also getting fatter. Before your eyes, the two rounded spheres trapped in black cotton and polyester inflated, and to confirm that you weren't in some nightmare, you lowered a hand down to grope one of the burgeoning ass cheeks and felt it expand into your palm. As you instinctively propelled that hand away from your ass in shock, it felt sticky. Inspecting the palm your backside ballooned into revealed a thick coat of viscous green slime.
The slime could also be found on your arms and the torso underneath your tightening shirt and face. Your flesh was secreting it - also, your flesh was losing its hair, becoming smoother, and taking on a light purpling sheen. "Wh…what…" You explain to yourself, no longer able to contain all the shock that had been building inside of you from everything this morning. "What the Hell is happening?!" You scream out - pedestrians on the sidewalk you were on and some on the other side of the road paused and noted your hysterics with appropriate levels of confusion and shock. In a panic to escape the prying eyes, you desperately swivel your head around, surveying your surroundings, before your eyes lock onto a dark alley.
Then you ran - faster than you were running earlier. Faster than you had ever run in your entire life. You dashed more quickly than what was typically expected for a human male of your age into the dingy crevice between the two buildings. You ran so fast that it was already too late to prevent imminent impact when you saw that you were running into a brick wall. The collision, however, didn't hurt - well, it did, but not nearly as much as you thought it would. Your body just sort of...bounced off, with a distinctive 'SPLATT' sound as well. The same green slime soaking your body was present on the wide gash you left on the brickwork.
Another distinctive sound immediately followed this up - a series of long, drawn-out tearing sounds emanating from your hindquarters. The rain continued to beat down on you even in the urban canyon you had taken shelter in. Your ass (and your entire body, but really, your ASS) continued to grow bigger...and bigger...until the yoga pants finally gave up and surrendered to its will, disintegrating into torn fabric on the wet ground. You would have screamed again, but you found yourself too frozen to formulate words.
Because you sure as fuck don't remember having a tail.
And yet, there it was. Resting atop the still-inflating balls of ass-fat you sported was a large, thick-as-a-tree-trunk tail protruding from where your spine ended, wagging oast the growing circumferences of your cheeks with a curled tip adorned with three green spots. You blinked, bringing your hands down to feel it - it was packed with just as much wobbly adipose tissue as your butt and smooth as silk. And...it felt natural. It felt like it was always supposed to be there, and you were only now noticing this appendage that has been with you your entire life.
Your pelvis lengthened horizontally to support the broad tail extending from your back, forcing your stance to become more expansive. It hurt as much as getting pinched, but not much more, and you couldn't tell whether or not that was concerning. That same pinching feeling was found in your feet before your shoes exploded to reveal lizard-like paws with only two digits. As soon as they made themselves known, they retreated from your sight as your stomach violently bloated outwards, the fabric of your shirt following its yoga pants kin as it broke down to slime-soaked shreds. Your stomach had also changed tones, but it was a deeper shade of purple than the rest of your new flesh.
Then, the pinching feeling could be felt in your skull, and, with worry, you drifted your eyesight to a nearby puddle that the rain had formed. In the reflection of the water was the face you always had. You blinked, and your hair fell off your head in wet clumps. You blinked again, and your eyes had changed color to a brilliant shade of green as two wispy antennae sprouted out of your naked scalp like ivy to flow down to your neck, which had incidentally elongated. You didn't need the reflection to know that the structure of your face was adjusting to conform to the shape of a short muzzle, as you could see your nose melt into your expanding lacrimal bone. The visage you had grown up with, along with your body and possibly your entire humanity, was gone.
As if the weather could sense your transformation into whatever the Hell you were now, the rain began to slow to a crawl before it stopped altogether. Shortly after that, the fat accumulation on your alien body also ceased. You were silent, unmoving, just trying to register…everything for a while. Then, with a trembling hand ( or paw, you didn't know the terminology), you touched your transmogrified face and began exploring this new you. Your cheeks had ballooned to baseball size, wobbling softly as your digits caressed its smooth surfaces. You grabbed at the appendages extending from your skull - the horn-antennas filling in for your lost hair tickled as you felt them up, though you weren't in the mood for laughing.
"…okay. So I'm…this, now." You conversed with your reflection. You weren't sure what to feel. Despair? Disgust? Anger? Anything other than confusion? "N-now what?"
You received no answer from the image in the water, other than the mouthings of the question you gave it. You took a deep breath of air before letting out a long sigh, letting your thickened legs fall backward onto the concrete ground. Mhmm, actually, the cushioning that your newly enlarged backside now sported felt nice - it was almost like sinking into your own personal sofa. But even if you decided to take a run three times around the earth, you had little confidence in the notion it would burn an ounce of the pudge you carried or turn your body back to normal.
...you probably just need to go to the pharmacy and get some pills to treat this totally real allergy you had. Yeah, that was a good idea.
Choice 1: Suddenly, one of the doors that could be found in the alley opens up. "Uh...hi. Do you like, er...need an ambulance?"
Choice 2: Your stomach growls. Oh, that's right, you never had breakfast this morning. Well...you can't think of a single reason why you shouldn't visit your favorite diner!
Choice 3: The lull in the rainstorm ends, and as the rain picks back up, so does your growth. But the longer it goes on, the better it feels, and your personality starts to change as well...
Choice 4: A scream goes out on the street you just fled from. Turns out, you're not the only one in your neighborhood affected by these...allergies...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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