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William hummed as he picked up the small jar, shaking it gently as he watched the purple substance jiggle slightly. “Interesting.. after resting in a ratio of one part Remnant solution to three parts grape, the solids seem to have taken on a consistency similar to grape jelly or fruit spread, though the weight had increased from 20 grams to 32 despite the chill the basement already offers.. if it's left here it could break its container…” he nodded to himself and turned towards the stairs. “I'll have to keep it in stasis for the time being. The refrigerator should suffice.”
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Mike huffed as he entered through the front door, before sitting his jacket down on the coat rack. He listened closely to the sound of the house, only to find silence. His father must have gone to bed already. He let out a soft sigh of relief, glad he won't have to listen to another evening of nagging about getting a job at the company. That whole brand was going in the toilet, and Mike would rather not be part of it when it finally got flushed.
He made his way towards the kitchen as his stomach growled, making him grimace. “Fuck, I'm starving..'' Once he reached the fridge he tugged it open, eyes shifting around the food before landing on some jelly. He shrugs, deciding a pb&j or two should be good enough till morning. He didn't feel like cooking after the day he had.. so, Mike scooped the jelly out of the fridge and let it shut, before going around to gather bread, peanut butter, and a paper plate.
He scooped a nice glob of jelly and peanut butter onto opposite slices before spreading them around into nice layers and pressing them together he hummed in approval before taking a bite. He was shocked by how sweet the jelly was, which sounded dumb and obvious, of course jelly was sweet, but it was shockingly sweet. It overpowered the peanut butter completely, but Mike couldn't bring himself to care, it was delicious all the same. And, before he knew it, the sandwich was completely gone.
He huffed and reached towards the bread to make another one, but paused as he realized he suddenly felt completely full . Mike let out a breath and rubbed his stomach gently. “Damn, that was one filling sandwich, heh..”
As strange as it was, he just shrugged and blamed it on stress for making him think he was hungrier than he was. He then put everything away, and started towards his room. Strangely, an odd warmth began to build in his stomach, and by the time he stepped through his door, he felt even fuller than before, to the point his stomach was starting to hurt from how stuffed he was. He needed to lay down, so he tossed his pants away, leaving him in his tank top and boxers as he moved over to his bed. When he climbed in, he couldn't help making a sound of discomfort as his stomach sloshed, feeling like when you drink a little too much water at once, only worse. It settled once he was down on his back, but even with it stilled he felt far too full than he should.
Mike started to rub his stomach to try and ease some of the discomfort, only to jerk his hand away a moment later. The surface was weirdly squishy, in a way that no other part of him was, if he had to compare it to something, he'd call it like Jeremy's water bed, but if the water was thicker than the tap water it was full of. But that wasn't what caused him to pull away from fear. No, what scared him was that not only did his stomach feel to be sticking out more than it's meant to, but he felt it expanding, the surface pressed into his palm like the squishy flesh wanted to meet it.
Quickly, he bolted up, the movement of sitting up causing his stomach to slosh again, and he could almost see feint ripples from where it was starting to press against his previously well fitting shirt, wobbling slowly as it followed gravity. He watched with horror as his ex-flat stomach slowly swelled like he was rapidly putting on weight he never could have thanks to the high metabolism he got from his mom. Both his hands found their way to his stomach, pressing into it carefully and making his stomach flip as his fingers sunk into the flesh effortlessly, and offering no resistance as it just grew into the gaps between his fingers. “wh-what the fuck is happening to me?...” He asks with a shaky and terrified voice.
But, that apparently was only the beginning. As he watched his stomach grow bit by bit, the warmth he had all but forgotten about steadily began to spread. Mike made his hands fallow as they shook. One hand traveled down, following the warmth that began to spread from his stomach, to his hips, then to his thigh and wrapping around to his butt. He felt his skin begin to soften like butter against his finger tips, and his boxers begin to grow slightly tighter. But, while his thighs and butt began to swell slowly like his stomach, the warmth dissipated before too much longer. Once it was gone, his lower half matched his new pudge, but overall didn't change too drastically, other than now feeling similar to putty rather than human skin.
Meanwhile, his other hand trailed up, following the warmth as it spread from his stomach, to his chest, and his upper arms. Though, he didn't pay much attention to his arms as they put on some soft girth, being much more focused on how the warmth began to affect his chest. It took only a second for him to feel something soft beginning to appear on his chest, and instantly Mike knew what was happening. “No, no no no no no!!! ” Both hands moved to his chest and pressed against the building mounds, squishing them flat as if trying to press them back into his chest to disappear. And it appeared to work. Though he could still feel the odd whatever it was building in his chest, it was being spread flat with very little resistance, making his flesh puff around his hands, but not seeming to give the effect it was clearly aiming for. And once it too had gone cold, Mike let out a breath of relief, glad to have stopped one change at least..
However, he seemed to have relaxed too quickly, as once he let his hands drop his chest bounced right into place, making Mike look down horrified. They weren't big at least, not by any means, if anything he was almost as flat as he had always been. But that's the word. Almost. They were just big enough to be visible through the fabric of his shirt, making it sit strangely over the two rounded bumps that now adorned his previously flat chest.
Mike stared down at himself, horrified as all the unnatural warmth disappeared completely, leaving him alone with what it did.. slowly, Mike pulled his shirt up, needing to see the damages for himself without his now snug shirt to protect him.
His hands were shaky as he slowly revealed his new pudge, watching it slosh slightly as it was left without the shirt to compress it even the miniscule amount that it did from him growing into it. It wasn't horrible, he wouldn't call himself fat by any means, but when compared to his otherwise slim form it stuck out like a sore thumb. He didn't eat much, so with his high metabolism he was always stick thin. He supposed this was closer to what you would call being at a “healthy” weight would look like. The only freakish part of it was just how fluid the supposed new “fat” was, jiggling effortlessly with the smallest motions. He groaped it carefully, feeling how malleable it was, squishing like a water balloon between his fingers before wiggling like a half set jello mold when he let it drop back down unceremoniously, watching as it fell against his thigh before bouncing back into place like rubber.
He let his shirt just sit there over his freshly grown belly for a bit, not wanting to pull it up anymore. However, he has to eventually. So, Mike squeezed his eyes shut, and pulled his shirt over his head. He hesitates for several seconds, before finally prying his eyes open and looking down. There, on his chest, were two small breasts, sitting perked up and round, as if they had been there all this time.
Mike… furrowed his brow, as a wave of strange emotions struck him like a freight train.. slowly he stood out of bed, feeling his body give feint jiggles everywhere the warmth had reached with each step, though mostly unnoticeable to anyone but Mike.
Soon, he's standing in front of the wall mounted mirror he has in his room, looking intently at himself, eyes scrutinizing every visible inch he could see. He noticed that his hips looked slightly wider than they were, giving him a bit more shape than the rectangle he typically considered himself as. One hand reached up and gently gave his hip a squeeze, and Mike watched his fingers sink in easily before finding a stopping point where he thinks his hip used to be. Using his other hand, Mike pressed into his stomach, watching as his fingers sunk even further there than his hips. He almost felt like he was squeezing a stress ball..
Then, Mike let his eyes trail up, stopping at his chest. And right where they logically shouldn't be, were two small round breasts, just as he'd seen moments ago. If Mike didn't know any better, he'd almost say his nipples looked to have a faint purple tint to them, but luckily he did know better and focused on the elephant in the room. Why wasn't he horrified? .. don't get him wrong, this was strange , and abnormal, and he was freaked the fuck out . … But.. and maybe he was crazy… but Mike didn't hate it?.. his body was changed against his will, and he hated that, and he was terrified of what that could mean. …. But he didn't hate the changes, strangely enough..
He ran his hands down his body, before slowly running them back up again, feeling his strangely smooth skin, and his oddly squishy new curves, the way he jiggled with the slightest effort or squished without trying at all. Finally, he cupped one of his small breasts. They weren't big, he didn't know anything about bra sizes but if he had to guess then he'd assume it was one of the smaller sizes. Maybe an A or B cup? He couldn't be sure, but they were there.
Mike's brows furrowed deeper, does this mean he'll have to buy a bra like a woman would?.. and why did that thought send a faint trill of excitement through him instead of dread?..
His hand then moved up to his hair, gently brushing his fingers through it as he thought. He ended up with a slightly fluffy side part with the back flaring out a little more than usual. He stared at himself for a moment before giving a slight chuckle. “huh.. I almost look like a-” Mike snapped his mouth closed as he forced a smile away. Quickly he ruffled his hair back up and turned away from the mirror, biting his tongue as he felt himself jiggle again from the movement.
He returned to his bed and turned off his light.
She decided not to think about this anymore tonight..
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The next morning, when Mike woke up, all the changes were still there exactly as they had been last night. Same for the next day, and the day after. And, once again, he found himself in front of the mirror. Staring at her changes. Now that the shock and fear of suddenly growing in different areas was gone, and he was just left with the results, he thought he looked kinda good.. for the first time ever, despite the oddities, or perhaps because of them, he kinda liked his reflection, in a strange way..
She turned this way and that to get a good look at herself, taking in his altered body, and deciding his opinions. It shouldn't, but Mike couldn't fight that this felt strangely right, like a puzzle piece falling into place when you didn't even know it was missing. It was.. so great. One thing's for sure, other than his face she didn't look too much like his dad anymore. The resemblance was still there, of course, but maybe he won't get mistaken for him anymore?.. … nah, that's wishful thinking…
He heard a car outside start and drive away, indicating that his father had left for the day. That was good.. maybe she could take a break from job hunting today, and instead do a little experimenting. Mike smiled to herself, then stepped over to his closet. He opened it up and grabbed some baggy sweatpants, as well as another loser tank top than he had on the other day. It sat strangely on her body, but that was to be expected after all those changes.
Mike then left the room, glancing around carefully to make sure his father was nowhere to be seen, then made his way downstairs before quickly reaching the kitchen. From there, he brought out everything he used to make his pb&j. The bread, the peanut butter, and the jelly. Mike stared at the ingredients as they sat on the counter, thinking carefully. He wasn't sure what caused her change, exactly. But considering the timing and where it started, his sandwich was the best place to start. He took out a slice of bread, then ate it. She waited a few seconds, but when nothing happened she grabbed a spoon and ate some peanut butter. Once the sticky substance was down he once again waited for any sign of effect, but got nothing.
Then, she took a spoonful of the jelly. The jar was small, so that night and this scoop together totaled about half of it. He stared at the jiggly purple for a few hesitant seconds, wondering if he was really going to do this… then, she shoved the spoon into her mouth and swallowed. A couple seconds passed without seemingly any effect, but just when she was about to get disappointed, her stomach suddenly felt too full. And instantly Mike recognized the feeling from then.
She leaned against the counter as the process began, and this time Mike wanted to watch, so she quickly pulled her shirt up above the pudge she grew the other day and let it sit as she watched with fascination. It started with the uncomfortably full feeling, and he saw her stomach bloat slightly from the expanding jelly pressing against her walls. Then, the warmth appeared, softening the round bloat into a more natural shape as her belly slowly expanded into gentle curves, this time reaching the point of gravity starting to fully pull on it, letting the bottom of her stomach sink slightly over the waistband of his sweatpants.
Once again the warmth began to spread through his body, causing more curves to grow on her. The warmth spread down, wrapping around his lower body and causing him to plumpin, her ass began to press into the counter he was leaning on, feeling tight in his boxers as her thighs grew too much for the garments, from this angle she could even he his hips widening with them, and from how her stomach sat over his pants mike could feel the drawstring being slowly pulled into his pants from her growth stretching the fabric slowly. She's sure that if this was the normal way of gaining weight, his pants would be a lot tighter than they are, but she assumes her extra amount of squish combined with the stretchy fabric is what's saving her from discomfort.
And same as last night, as the warmth went down it also spread up, even reaching her neck and jaw this time. As she could feel her upper arms thicken and her neck follow suit, she could also feel the warmth that built in her chest. And looking down, she was met with slow and gentle swelling. The small bumps her breasts had been were growing and rounding out all the more, jumping up in size quite a bit more than she was expecting. Eventually making it so she didn't even have to hold her shirt up anymore, as it sat comfortably under the extra jiggly mounds.
There was no doubt about it. Mike was going to need a bra if she wanted these to stay still even a little. She bit her tongue as anxiety and excitement mingled in her.
Once the warmth finally vanished, the changes stopped, and looking down, Mike was a little weirded out by all this, of course he knew nothing about this was normal. Jelly that turned you into a girl? Really?? But.. then again.. at the same time, Mike has never been happier with her appearance. It was a split opinion, that's for sure. But only one thing was certain. She absolutely could not eat anymore. This much change was already going to be tough to hide until she's able to move out, the only reason she possibly could is because her father barely saw him. He's barely seen Mike at all since….
He shuttered, looking down at the floor in shame. What was he doing.. he doesn't deserve this.. why should he be able to screw with his body and change it when his brother never even got to grow into his?.. why should he get to look like a woman when his sister had exactly this stolen from her?...
Mike sighed and put the lid back on the jelly and the peanut butter, then returned everything to its rightful place. Then, Mike went back upstairs for a long nap..
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William opened the fridge to check that his experiment hadn't exploded, but was met with a whole new discovery. His experiment, while not exploding with glass everywhere, was moved . Having gone from the bottom shelf behind the milk, to the top shelf front and center. Not only that, but the jar was just under half empty.
Now, this could mean one of two things. One; Michael had moved the jar to grab something behind it, and his experiment had shrunk from the cold. Or, option two, Michael was idiotic enough to eat the one thing in the fridge he needed to not eat. And had in fact eaten half of it!
.. William was willing to bet on the dumber of the two options.. he huffed in annoyance and frustration, before taking a moment to think. If Michael has eaten the experiment, then that means it's now inside him. Doing something to him.. he supposed it's his job to figure out wha, both as a father and a scientist. After all, who would he be if he turned down a volunteer for human testing?
He's going to have to keep a much closer eye on his son, it would seem~
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The next morning when Mike woke up, she just felt tired at first, exhausted from reoccurring nightmares and bad memories.. but then, she sat up, and was quickly reminded of the new weights on her chest and the way her stomach looked like she wasn't starving herself, and Mike couldn't stop the small smile that appeared on her lips.
She decided that today she wanted to take her new body out for a test drive. A look in the mirror showed her that yesterday's go had softened her jaw line, and even her lips looked a little fuller than they were, even if they had the same faint purple tink her nipples seem to have.. But it's fine, a small price to pay for a body she kinda doesn't want to shove in a jacket and ignore!
Mike climbed out of bed and walked over to her closet to look around for something to wear. She had plenty of clothes she liked perfectly well, but nothing she knew would fit her new body right.. her tank tops would reveal too much, her t shirts would sit awkwardly around her stomach, she wasn't sure if her jeans would fit, basketball shorts would look just bad, sweatpants would cover everything up-
Mike blinked, before chuckling to herself. “Heh.. I've never cared this much about what I wore before.” Though, she supposed that makes sense. Why season broccoli if you weren't gonna eat it?
Eventually, she decided on a thin sweater and some jeans that were too big for her before. They fit a little snug around her thighs and hips, but looking in the mirror she couldn't help but like what she saw. The jeans were clearly full, but she didn't look like she was trying to overstuff a sausage, which she figures she can once again thank her extra squish for, the extra flash being moved to a soft muffin top. And the same thing goes for the sweater, she clearly filled it out, but thanks to her body seeming inclined to follow its container, it didn't look too bad. It was very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra whenever she moved, however.
Maybe she could see about finding one when she was out?.. Mike nodded to herself, and snagged her wallet from her bedside, then stuck it in her pocket. She began to make her way to the door of her room when she paused. Suddenly she realized she hadn't heard her father drive off yet, so she stepped over to the window that had a view of the driveway and, sure enough, his car was still right there.
That was strange, he's usually gone by now, it sure took her a while to get ready.. Maybe he had today off for some reason? Everyone got sick, she supposed… Mike sighed, she didn't want to take her outfit off and give up, but she couldn't let him see her like this. He couldn't see her looking so.. womanly , too many questions she wouldn't have answers for... She needed a solution.. then, Mike remembered a hoodie she still had from a couple years ago! It should still fit, she got it more than a couple sizes too big.
So, Mike returned to the closet, and quickly pulled out the XL hoodie she had gotten as a gift. She put it on and, while a bit more snug than she was expecting, looking in the mirror it was tough to tell where the hoodie ended and she began, making it perfect for hiding her shape. Her thighs might still be a risk, but if she's quick about it then he might not notice. And if he does, she'll just say she put on a little weight. Perfectly human thing to do.
Thus with that settled, she hurried out of her room and down the stairs. William was on the couch, but she didn't pay him any mind, as usual, and started towards the door- “Michael.” -only to be stopped in her tracks…
She took a slow breath and turned around to look at her father. “Yes?”
His eyes traveled over her, narrowed and investigative. As he quirks a brow Mike feels her anxiety skyrocket. “Something's different about you.”
Mike swallowed. “Really? I hadn't noticed.”
“Hm.. I'm sure you haven't..” she was confused by what that could mean, but then William returned to his paper with a contemplative look. “Carry on.”
Not willing to turn down the out, Mike quickly turned and left the house, sighing in relief once she was free.
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Mike returned home as the sun began to set. She made sure to put her hoodie back on but the day was great! She doesn't think anyone recognized her, and everyone treated her like a woman. Strange at first, but she's never been happier. She also bought herself some stuff to better compliment her new body. First thing she got, of course, was her very first bra. She was wearing it right now and she couldn't believe how well it held her chest. They didn't move around as much and it kept her nipples from poking out in the thin fabric of her sweater. Definitely a win. She hadn't changed into any other of her new clothes, but she was excited to wear some tomorrow when her father was out of the house again.
She had just started going towards the stairs when she heard her name be called from the kitchen. Mike sighed and looked around for a moment, before hiding the bag behind the couch, then made her way slowly towards the kitchen, where she saw her father in front of a pot. “Yes, father? You wanted to see me?”
He held a large spoon out to her without looking, his eyes staying on whatever was in the pot. “Try this for me, tell me what you think.”
Mike blinked, surprised. “You're.. cooking?”
“Of course I'm cooking, Michael, what else would I be doing? Pissing in the pot? Try the damn soup.”
She stiffened slightly at the annoyance in his voice, but quickly came over and took a sip from the spoon. The texture was thick like mucus and the taste was- Mike's eyes widened as she recognized the very distinct sweetness. She tried to pull away, but before she could William had tipped the spoon back, sliding the rest of it into her mouth. Instantly the jelly began to expand, so she had to swallow to keep from choking on it. “Wh-what did you-” she made a sound of discomfort as her stomach rolled, filling past its limits in an instant. that was far more jelly than she's ever eaten in one go, looking at the counter showed her exactly why. Next to the pot was the jar, completely clean of jelly. And, now that she's actually paying attention, she saw that the pot was empty.
William couldn't help but chuckle at her shock. “What's with the surprise? It's my right to know what my experiment does, after all. Especially since you've already had the honor. Now,” he reached forward and grabbed the bottom of her hoodie before jerking it up. “Take this blasted thing off so I can see.”
Mike shouted in shock as her stomach sloshed out of its confines, straining the sweater as she began to expand once more. When she saw a crazed look appear on his face, fear struck her. “G- get away from me !!'' Then, she struck him. Mike punched her father off of her, causing him to tumble to the ground as she quickly turned and ran to her room, locking the door tightly behind her. Mike was breathing heavily as she hugged her stomach to try and stop it's expansion, not used to running with all her new weight, and still that weight was now growing as her efforts were nul.
She felt her clothes becoming increasingly uncomfortable as the warmth spread over her faster and farther than ever, reaching from her head to her toes in a matter of seconds. Quickly she pulled her hoodie and sweater off, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the layers. Once her torso was bare, she could see her stomach already a good bit later than she had been this morning. And her chest was rapidly overfilling her new bra.. She reached back, searching for the clamps to let it go, but thanks to her lack of practice it took a good bit before she could get it.
Her breasts were starting to ooze over the top, straining the straps and making them dig into her softening shoulders. Eventually she got it free, letting her breasts balloon out in front of her and causing her to stumble as it all suddenly popped into place. they looked fake from how large and perky they were, no longer looking like your typical boob but now looking stuffed full of whatever that jelly truely was to the point they could support their own weight.
She stared horrified for a second as even still they swelled, before she was brought back to reality as her pants suddenly pinched at her legs. Quickly she reached down, feeling the way her hips were spilling over the waistband like a stress ball, she had to hold her still growing stomach up and out of the way just to reach the button, letting her feel how heavy it alone was growing. She finally did get it unclasped, sending an instant wave of relief as her hips were let to spread. She pulled them down as quick as she could, her thighs puffing up every step of the way as they too were freed from the confines.
Eventually, Mike was left naked, and helpless to stop her expansion, not for lack of trying of course. She pressed and squeezed, and shoved everything she could as she tried to make it stop or calm down. But it was all useless. She was so squishy that not an ounce of resistance even registered to her growing mass.. She looked over to the mirror, unable to do anything but watch as she became a caricature of the body she had finally found herself happy to have. Her breasts were impossible, her hips were far too wide, her butt looked impossible, her thighs were too thick, her stomach was more than she ever wanted, moving well out of what could be considered healthy to cary around... every part of her was just too much.. She looked like she had a whole second person inside of her and it didn't seem to be stopping…
The first sign that something entirely new was going horribly wrong was when her body started to ache. Despite the drastic changes she's had, it's never hurt outside the initial pain of her stomach. Now though, her skin itself felt too tight, stretched far too thin. It hurt, it hurts a lot!! Mike began to shake from the strain, tears building in her eyes before slowly oozing down. They were purple instead of clear like tears should be, and they stuck to her cheeks like glue. As she sobbed, the tears grew thicker, building a layer of purple on her face, and eventually Mike could feel that same sickening sweetness filling her mouth. She tried to keep it shut, pressing her hands to her lips to seal them closed, but as the goo began to seep from her nose she couldn't hold back a fit of coughs, sending what felt like warm jelly all over her hands and face.
She collapsed to her knees looking at her hands as they shook, the sticky substance still expanding over her swelling fingers and sleeping down her arm. No matter how much she tried to get it off, it wouldn't work. Then, her coughing got so bad that she gagged, and soon a large glob of jelly was forced out of her throat. The pain was immeasurable, Mike screamed before hacking up another large glob, each bit that came feeling like it was shredding her insides to pieces.
Mike then felt some heavy pressure break from her chest, the sudden relief a welcome distraction from her new state of painful hacks. But, looking down, she realized what had happened was her chest became too full, a split had appeared just barely in her eyeline, and from it the jelly was leaking out in heavy globs, plopping onto the ground with splats. Mike screamed again, horrified that she couldn't even feel the break in her skin.
.. actually, now that she thought about it, other than the horrible shredding she felt as she caught up globs of jelly, she couldn't feel.. anything.. the only sensation she could gather was how tight and compressed she felt in her own body… that's… thats bad , right? She should be feeling her body reaching its limits, the pain of her skin splitting.. but all she felt was relief as her thigh split open into a long gash, letting the jelly leak out of her even faster.
She couldn't feel anything , her body was completely numb .. “wh-what's ha-app-ppening to m-me?....” Mike asked in a shaky terrified voice. Looking over at her reflection, she could see that as the puddle under her grew, she started to shrink. She was almost relieved to see that, though she'd miss the body she had for only a couple days, she'd rather be a scrawny man than an overblown caricature of what a woman actually looks like.
But, then, her vision started to blur, and her head suddenly felt as sloshy as the rest of her, like the jelly was trying to find refuge in there, or like it had settled there already and she just didn't notice until now, before it too slowly started to drain from her skull. Mike had only a second before black encompassed her, and she passed out.
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She isn't sure how long she was out, weather it be hours or only a moment, all she knows is a heavy thump is what woke her back up. She tried to look around, but Mike couldn't see anything. A world emptier than pitch black surrounded her, and all she knew was that she felt like she was floating. She tried moving her arm, and it felt like swimming in gelatin. She searched sightlessly for something, anything that would illuminate the world around her.
Reaching out, Mike soon found something solid. She felt the cold surface, discovering it to be an odd shape. Then, she felt her hand sink into it, finding two holes with something in them. She carefully pulled the items out, and an odd sensation of connection settled into her as she held them. After a few seconds, the black began to lighten and lift.
The first thing Mike saw was her own face, her eyes gouged out of their sockets and purple streaking her features like blood. With a scream, Mike jolted back, falling against the floor with an audible splat as she looked at her own body, empty and flat as it lay sprawled out like an abandoned costume. She couldn't look away, the sight was horrible, purple blood covering her skin..
…. Then, she noticed more purple in her peripheral, so quickly she snapped her head over and screamed again from fear. There, right next to her, was some kind of.. alien? Monster?? She wasn't sure. All she knew was the purple matched the jelly that had been pouring out of her moments ago. It was almost featureless, looking more like a blob taking an approximate image of a human but without anything more to identify it. No hair, no face, just blobby limbs and two icy blue eyes floating in its goop.
She froze. Mike recognized those eyes instantly. They were hers ! But, if she could see, then why would that thing have her eyes? How?? She shrank back a bit, only to see the creature do the same, it's skin jiggling with the movement. Mike blinked, confused, and the creature did the same. She let her vision move from the monster, and instantly realized she was looking at her mirror… her . Mirror….. Mike lifted her arm, and watched the creature do the same. Then, slowly, Mike looked down at herself. Seeing nothing but purple and blobbines instead of skin or natural human proportions. She didn't even have any genitals, leaving her akin to a ken doll.
There wasn't a shred of human left visible on her. Except for her eyes, which she's starting to realize she had gouged out of her own scull without even realizing… she shuttered, feeling her gelatinous body ripple as Mike began to grow sick…
Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, there was suddenly banging at her door, still locked, fallowed closely by angry yelling. “Michael you bastard! Open this door right now before I have you skinned!!! ”
Despite being a little late with the threat, fear quivered through Mike anyways, making her shuffle back slightly. The yelling grew louder and the banging harder, and she was sure he would break the door down to get to her. And she was terrified.. before, she would be scared of him beating her, of withholding food, any punishment under the sun that a parent could give their child, name it and Mike's probably experienced it. But now?.. now Mike was a freak , a monster . And he was the one who did this to her.
She just wanted to exist with the bit she had, was that too much to ask?? Sure her body wasn't perfect, she was still getting used to having all those extra curves and parts, but it was just a fact that she loved it more than how she used to look. Even if she didn't have the why before, her mind too set in the fact she was born a boy and that could never change, she hated how flat every part of her was. She envied the girls at school who would complain about their stomachs and their thighs, always hated how they would whine about their newest diet but kept starving themselves just to match models that Mike genuinely couldn't find the hype over. As someone who was naturally thin, it wasn't anything to write home about, and just made her clothes look baggy in an uncool way. All she ever wanted was-
Mike was startled out of her thoughts as the head of an ax bashed through her door, and quickly decided now wasn't the time to lament about gender and the pricks she went to school with.
She pushed herself up onto shaky legs, feeling as unstable as she probably would standing on water. She took a second to steady herself, but as the ax hit again she knew she didn't have time to fully adjust if she didn't want to be some kind of science experiment. Mike looked over at her window before turning fully towards it. She stumbled as she walked, moving as fast as she could without falling as another strike hit her door, she was shoving her window up, but of course it had to get stuck after only a couple inches. “No no please! Come on!” She begged in a whisper, pleading as the ax broke through more and more by the second.
Then, there was an especially loud slam, and Mike turned to find half her door on the ground. William stepped in with dried blood on the side of his sweaty face. Slowly, he looked down at Mike's body, then over to her trembling from. And he grinned.. “well.. this is quite the unexpected sight, innit? Fascinating, truly. My experiment given new life, who would have expected this?”
Mike pressed herself against the window sill, feeling the wood press into her as she shook. “st-stay away..”
At that, William snickered, then chuckled, then broke into a full laugh, making her drip (quite literally) with fear. “Oh no, Michael, I don't think I will! Now, be a good little experiment and come with me, or maybe I'll just put you into a few jars if you insist on disobeying me any more!”
She was terrified, so Mike threw her common sense to the wind and started trying to slip through the inch wide crack, and to her surprise it was almost effortless as her body squished through.
Before she could get far though, there was a hand on her ankle. “Oh no you don't!” a second hand grabbed her calf and started slowly pulling her back in, careful not to let her limb pull off from her body despite her struggles. “You're not going anywhere . You belong to me! I- ” as he was about to speak again, Mike's free foot kicked him in the mouth sending him stumbling back as she finally slipped free of the window.
As Mike rolled down the slanted roof and landed on the driveway with a splat, William simply watched from the window with a glare of pure fury, seeing her shakily reform and stand again before shambling off. He wants to follow her, to hunt her down and capture her. But he can't.
As a sickening sweetness fills his mouth, and his stomach becomes horribly full.
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Epilogue
Mike had been missing for a few weeks, and all Jeremy could do was wait.. the house was completely empty and the door was locked, like everyone had just left for the day and never came back. Didn't stop him from checking every chance he had.
He just pushed through the motions of the day. Check the house in the morning, go to work, check again, go home, sleep, repeat and try not to feel too much regret..
They haven't been as close the past couple years as they were before, the bite scattered their entire friend group until only him and Mike were left. And now he was alone.. he never got to tell Mike that he-
Knock knock knock.
Jeremy looked up from the microwave meal he was eating and glanced over to the door. He was confused for a moment, who would be knocking this late at night? And during a storm no less.. he almost ignored it, but something told him that would be a mistake. So, he stood, sitting the plastic tray on the coffee table and going to answer the door. The person on the other side just filled him with more questions. They were wearing a trench coat and a hat, like the outfit you'd see in cartoons if someone suspicious was trying to disguise themselves, then for shoes they had on rain boots. That made sense considering the weather, at least.
They stood in silence for a moment before Jeremy broke it hesitantly. “Um…can I help you?”
The stranger remained silent, like they didn't know what to say, before finally speaking. “Jeremy.. I-i need help…”
His eyes widened in instant recognition. He knew that voice perfectly, even if it sounded like he had just swallowed a jar of honey before speaking. “M-mike?..” a grin broke out on his face as he gave his friend a hug “dude where the hell have you been!?! I've been worried sick what-” he paused as his hug sank into the fabric like there was almost nothing underneath, even though of course there has to be.. right?..
“Jeremy..” Mike's hands left his pockets and gripped Jeremy's shoulders, gently pulling the hug off, but what caught his attention was the strange feeling of the touch, almost like the fingers weren't all solid like they should be. He looked at the hand, seeing it reflecting the dim light of the TV in the living room. And it didn't look like skin. He looked to Mike confused, but still couldn't see his friends face. “Jeremy. I know, nothing makes sense, but I swear i'll explain more i just.. please . I need to come in..” his voice trailed off, but Jeremy thinks he said something about puddles?
He was confused, and concerned, and admittedly a little scared. But he nodded and stepped back into the house. “Uh, y-yes, yeah, of course man. Come in..”
Mike stiffened slightly, but before Jeremy could ask he followed him into the dry house, standing in the entryway once the door was shut.
They stood there for a second before Jeremy pointed to the coat rack and shoe mat. “Um, you can sit your stuff there, if you want.”
He hesitates, then Mike shook his head. “Um, n-no, i'd rather keep it on… for now, at least.”
“Um, alright…” another beat of silence sat between them before Jeremy huffed. “Mike, what are you doing?.. what happened to you? Where have you been?? It's been, like, a month? Maybe less but pretty much a month! Where did you go? Do you know how worried I was!?”
“I-i know, I know, I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry Jeremy, I-i never wanted you to worry.. I just..”
“Just what , Mike!?! Where were you!?!!”
“I-i had to leave! I couldn't stay there anymore, h-he-”
“You could have come here!” Jeremy takes a step towards him. “Mike, I've told you a hundred times you could live here to get away from that asshole!”
“I couldn't , I-i couldn't let him come for you too!”
“What do you mean? If he thinks he's going to do anything to me then the police will tell him otherwise.”
“The police can't do anything Jeremy! No one can!!”
“Mike-”
“Stop! Stop, stop it just -” Jeremy hears him take a shuddering breath, but it sounds off, like he's trying to breathe through fluid.
“Dude.. that doesn't sound good, you need to go to the hospital..”
“I can't go to a doctor, Jeremy… I'm just water logged, i-i'll be fine if I stay dry for a few hours..”
“What do you mean? Mike none of this makes any sense!”
“I know, Jeremy.. I know none of this makes sense, I-i don't know how to make it make sense! I-i'm just… I don't know… where do I even start..”
Jeremy stares at him for a second, before reaching out and grabbing onto his sleeve. Mike flinches, but he keeps holding. “How about we start with a deep breath, and sitting on the couch..”
Mike looked over at the couch before looking back to Jeremy. “But I'll make a mess..”
“I know. Let's start with the couch, then move on to the beginning. I want to know everything.”
Mike stared at him for a few long seconds, before slowly nodding. “Okay..”