The Scariest Place               by: Vanessa Singer

 

I’d been hitchhiking across the country for almost two weeks when it happened. I knew that, in today’s world, hitchhiking was probably not the best idea, but I’d heard old hippies tell stories of the exciting adventures and amazing people they’d met ‘on the road,’ so my better judgment got clouded. Anyhow, I’d already traveled nearly a thousand miles when my last ride dropped me off at a small campground.

Having slept through most of that day’s travels, I didn’t even know what state I was in. But, not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I decided to take advantage of the situation. It had been almost three days since I’d had a good hot shower, so I snuck into the campground. In the back of the huge facility, amongst the scariest woods I’d ever walked through, I came across a small building that doubled as a rest-room and shower. It was well after midnight when I stepped into the old brick building with it’s yellow tile and creaky screen door.

The hot water felt so good against my weary muscles that I lost track of time. I stood like a statue, my head resting against the tiled wall, breathing in the steam and dreaming of sleeping in a warm, soft bed. This whole hitchhiking thing was beginning to lose it’s luster, and I was seriously contemplating going home. I could get another job. Maybe rekindle that relationship with Claudia. The one that I’d so carelessly let die nearly a year ago. As I dreamt of self-improvement, I heard the squeaky door open and slam shut again. I looked up and saw him.

The boy strolled in from outside wearing nothing but a green towel. He opened the door, letting some of the steam that filled the room escape into the night air. I looked up and saw him enter, but said nothing. The kid couldn’t have been more than 18 years old, with blonde hair down to his shoulders and piercing green eyes. He was a little skinny for his age, and his chest was covered with a number of strangely geometric tattoos. As he approached the large table in the center of the room, he whipped off his towel, exposing himself to me with a smile. He was particularly well-endowed for someone of his size, thicker and longer than myself or anyone else I’d ever seen.

"Nice night, huh?" The young man asked as he walked into the stall next to mine and turned on the water. I nodded, trying to keep my mind off of that massive cock. I had never felt that way about a guy before, but the sheer size of it had surprised and, well, shocked me. As I glanced back over the yellow tile wall that separated us, I noticed the charm for the first time. It was small and black, composed of a complex series of triangles and squares intertwined across the chain around his neck.

The young man hummed a strange tune to himself as he soaped himself. I could feel his eyes staring at me, tearing into me like some kind of predator. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible was about to happen. To look at him, I was sure that if things got physical, I would be able to beat him. But, there was something about him that petrified me. I built up my courage and turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around my hips and starting over to the table where my things were strewn.

"Be careful…" A voice came from behind me as the knot in my towel slipped open, dropping it to the floor and leaving me naked. As I bent over to pick up the towel, my cheeks flushed, I heard his shower stop running and the sound of wet feet coming up from behind. I stood up and looked him in the eye.

"Uh…thanks…for, you know, warning me." I said, and he smiled. I tried to turn, to break the eye-contact and get on with my life, but found I could not. My hand, defying me, released my towel, letting it flutter to the floor again and leaving me open for all to see. The young man stepped from behind me, fingering his necklace as his eyes moved across my body. The black metal triangles that made up the necklace began to glow, casting a soft blue light against his skin. He made three complete orbits before stopping behind me.

"To thank me, why don’t you go over to that table and bend over?"

I started to turn, to curse out the little fag for propositioning me, but found myself instead walking over to the old table and bending down across it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop myself. Part of me felt compelled to obey the young man’s words.

"Very good," He said, walking over and spreading my legs. He cradled my balls in his hand and made a disapproving ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’ sound.

"That’s no good at all. Where am I supposed to fuck you, pretty baby?" He asked with a chuckle. As his amusement grew, he began to squeeze my testicles. Hard.

I wanted to scream, to tell him to go fuck himself, but no words came. Instead, I felt a warm tingle jump from the boy’s hand into my testicles and penis. Slowly but steadily, my balls shrank while my penis withered away. I felt myself moaning as my sex contorted, vanishing between my legs and being replaced by a pair of thick, moist lips. The slit between the lips opened quickly, tightening as the young man touched it. A slow, but steady, drip of fluid came as my new opening began lubricating itself.

"Much better," he said before taking his imposing organ and sliding it into the new hole between my legs. The thick cock tore into my virgin sex, causing me to cry out in pain. He laughed as I moaned softly, my voice cracking as the stranger fucked me doggy-style.

"Mmmm…that’s a damn tight little pussy you’ve got there, babe. But, the rest of you is just too…manly. Let’s do something about that," he said with a playful voice as he continued to pump himself inside of me. As the words echoed in my ears, I felt the power flowing inside of me, forcing me to do as he wished.

A tingling sensation began beneath my nipples, and I looked down to see the flesh softening and puffing out slightly. Lifting my chest from the table, I could see a pair of small conical breasts were forming beneath my nipples, growing rapidly out as the flesh swelled and smoothed. In seconds, my chest was no longer hairy and muscular, but soft and spongy like a woman’s. A very voluptuous woman.

"What’s…happening…to…me?" I asked in hushed, agonizing breaths. My nipples were growing both harder and larger as my breasts continued to grow, causing a pair of dull aches across my chest. I noticed that, as my chest swelled, the skin over my entire body lightened, taking on a peaches-and-cream complexion that replaced the rough, uneven tan I’d developed on my journey.

"Quiet, babe. Someone might hear..." He said, violently grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and squeezing them. As if they were responding to his commands, I felt my buttocks swelling, giving me a nicely rounded rear that bubbled up from my changing form. His hands moved slowly up my ass, along my sides, increasing the pressure as his fingers tightened around my waist, forcing it to contract even further. I felt as if the wind were being pressed out of my body, though the sensation quickly faded.

My legs suddenly felt strained, and I could barely feel the floor beneath them. I realized that I was shrinking, being forced to support myself on tip-toes as my waist was bent across the table. My thighs and calves were on fire as the young man changed them into long, sleek legs. My arms were changing as well, taking on a slimmer, more toned appearance as my hands grew smaller. I could actually see my fingernails growing out, becoming longer and more manicured until they were almost three inches long.

"Mmmm, you’re a hot little bitch. I love fucking…hot…little…bitches…" He sneered, fucking me in time with his words.

"Please…stop…" I cried, but as I spoke, he thrust harder into me, forcing my words to break up into a nonsensical series of moans.

I let out a soft squeal as the boy grabbed my hair suddenly and pulled it. Hard. But instead of having my head jerk back, I felt my hair grow out at a phenomenal rate. His hand pulled back almost to my ass, dragging long strands of silky brown hair with it. More grew behind it, spilling down over my back and shoulders as I lay there helplessly. My face went numb as it twisted and contorted. I couldn’t see it, but I knew that it was becoming lovelier and more feminine. The room started to spin as the changes continued inside of me, changing my brain and organs to match the body that now surrounded them. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to die, but I could do nothing to alleviate my anguish.

"Oh…yeah…" The boy said, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my slick folds. Part of me screamed in horror at what had been done to me, but my body, unwillingly twisted and transformed, betrayed me. It wanted his touch; it needed to feel him inside of me, and wouldn’t let me stop him. He thrust into me harder and harder, speeding up as the excitement overwhelmed him. Suddenly, I felt that monstrous cock burst with a stream of white-hot fluid, filling every crevice of my transformed body.

He pulled out abruptly, spilling some of his seed on my legs and onto the floor behind me. I fell down onto the sticky, wet tile, trying to cover myself with my arms. My breasts were so large that I had trouble concealing them, and my raw, sore sex was so foreign that I barely wanted to touch it. The boy looked down at me with a smile, his still-hard penis pointing directly at my face.

"Yeah, that’s better," he said, dripping some cum on my leg. "Now, you look like a decent fuck…"

"What…what did you do to me?" I asked in a pathetically girlish voice.

"I needed to get laid," He said with an indifferent shrug. "There weren’t any babes around, so I just used you." He walked over to the other side of the table silently as I stood up and glanced at the semi-fogged mirror across the room. "You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it…"

 

In the mirror, with her wet skin and hair, the young stranger I had become looked as if she’d just been born. I was now no taller than 5’3" and weighed much less than before. I had thin, graceful limbs and an adorable face. Waves of thick brown hair fell down my back, ending just above my swollen buttocks. Sitting upon my chest, the breasts that had been forced upon me were large. I figured I had a pair of full D-cups, which looked very large on my shrunken frame. He had effectively turned back the clock, reducing me almost ten years and returning me to the body of a teenager. On the outside of my left ankle, I noticed a strange marking. It was the same insignia as the strange necklace the boy was wearing, but instead of being a tattoo, it looked like a very precisely formed birthmark.

I turned to the boy, who stood with his arms crossed and a defiant smile on his face. I screamed and ran toward him, my small hands balled into fists. I wanted to beat him to death, but as I approached, he casually waved his hand and my mind caught fire. I let out a scream as I grabbed the sides of my head, tears dripping down my face.

"What the hell was that, you simple little…?" He said, grabbing my hair and jerking me to my feet. I looked up with my new brown eyes, begging in short sobs for him to make the pain go away. His icy green eyes stared back into mine, revealing a cold, evil heart. The necklace began to glow again, casting it’s eerie blue light across my face, and I broke down, squealing and crying like a baby.

"You pathetic little bitch… I should change you again. Into something really unpleasant." He mused, still holding me by the hair. I wanted to resist, but knew the price of opposition could be very high.

"Please…no…I’ll be good…" I whimpered pitifully. He sneered at me, and threw me hard against the floor. I narrowly missed slamming my head into the wall, and when I rose to confront him again, he was gone. There were no wet footprints walking off into the night, no squeaking of the screen door. Also gone were my clothes, my money and the small bag which had held the meager possessions I’d carried on my journey. All gone, along with the young man. They had simply vanished from the room, leaving me stranded in a stranger’s body, thousands of miles from home and without a cent or an identity. I slumped down against the wall and began to sob softly. The world had suddenly become a much larger, much scarier place.

 

To be continued?

 

 

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