Why don't Succubi have orgasms?
*Vanessa Tuesday 2:00 PM.
When I woke up, I realized that the new pair of jeans was just a dream. I was on my x-ray table with an IV in me; at least I think it was me. I pulled the IV out and looked at myself a little. I couldn't let people see me this way, or at least those who knew me, because when I hopped off the table, I was bigger, a lot bigger because the wall light fixture that I always had to get on my tip-toes to switch on, was now below my eye level. I knew I was a lot stronger because when I hopped up to a standing position, I hit the sixteen foot high ceiling.
My shoes were torn apart and over next to where I had been reading the x-rays. They'd never fit me now, even if they weren't all ripped apart. My hair was a lot longer, down past my new nicely shaped tushy. My baggy clothes were no longer baggy. My knee length baggy skirt looked like a stretchy, short mini skirt, and felt a little damp. I thought I had a nice bust line before, but now? I couldn't put my arms out straight, I had to bend my elbows a little to the side because I now had a basketball, cut in half, and connected to my chest, I was massive, and sensitive. My blouse had ripped the buttons off. I had to take the two blouse ends and tie them together to even begin to cover my big bust line.
I finally spotted a mirror and saw that my face still looked enough like my old face, but now about twenty years old instead of almost forty. I looked buffed up, but not muscle bound.
What happened to me? The last thing I remembered was feeling tingly all over and hearing something behind me, turning, I must have passed out.
Something happened to me and I needed to find out. One minute I'm reading the x-rays from the python and the next, I find myself jumping off the x-ray table, bumping my head on the ceiling and finding myself in what seems to be a new or at least vastly improved body.
Let me think a minute, I remember reading those x-rays around 9:30 and then waking up around two in the afternoon. That's over four hours missing.
I noticed an extra set of x-rays still lying in the developer. They looked strange. From the chest up, things looked normal, big but normal for a person. The spine looked like a double exposure. The hip area was strange in that it looked like two superimposed shots of a hip and a snake's large head. Then the shots of the legs looked out of focus. What was going on here?
Medical techs had to have been here because of the IV, but where were they? And where was my python? And why did I have a craving for live rabbit?
I seemed to have memories that were not my own. Memories where I can see myself, from some other view point, of tasting my own feet and finding them tasty, swallowing then and working my way up my body. Then a sharp pain in what feels like the back of my neck and that's where that memory ends.
I shook in fear and revulsion, then almost screamed over that memory of something eating me, and Where was that python anyway. The python was big enough to have easily swallowed me whole, over thirty feet long, and a head over two and a half feet wide. How and why did I become different?
I needed to get out of here, and fast, before someone who knows me comes in.
I scooped up the strange x-rays and ducked into the empty animal hospital room next door and hid in its small broom closet, or at least it was small to me now. I heard people going into the room I just left, and they were yelling about where I was, calling my name, and wanting to know where the snake was.
Did they see my new me or my old me? I stayed hid until it got quiet. About five in the afternoon, I left and did my best to walk out like a normal visitor. I came towards the tiger's cage. The trainer, if he left on time, went home back at three. Out of habit I looked and didn't see the tiger, but I did see a foot of someone lying down mostly behind a barricade. I unlocked the cage and went in to find a yellow haired woman built like me and just as big.
I woke her up. I talked with her, asking questions about who she was, and how she came to be here and no clothing on. She knew about her past, but a strange version. She knew about India and hunting like some African tribesman would. She had a collar on that had TRISHA stamped in it and PROPERTY OF ZOO.
I walked to the side and she followed me, on all fours, like any four legged would try to. She said that that was how she always walked, and then wanted to know where her tail was and that her rear legs bent the wrong way.
She stared at her arm and then asked what happened to her. Said that she use to have light orange and white fur all over her old body, and to her this was a new body. She must have hit her head or something because she sounded just a touch off.
I was getting a crazy idea, could she be Trisha the tiger? After seeing my new body and now her, her description of her old body, a multitude of questions were coming to mind, starting with body changes, her language, and knowledge that she, as a tiger wouldn't have, like color. Then she said that she saw her mate in the form of a man, and mated with him. I asked her to describe the guy, and she described a human, White hair, mature, and caring, sounded like the computer tech.
I told her that I knew who her mate was and that we had to get out of here. I found the trainer's baggy coveralls and calling Trisha by name, asked her to stand up and put them on. She answered to Trisha. She said, "I remember the man who wore these, stood this way and walked this way." For the first time she stood up on two legs, and took a few testing steps towards me.
She took the coveralls, looked at them and said, "How do I put these on my different body? Wait, Wait, I remember how feeder put these on." Trisha did a lot of wiggling and finally got into them. They were so tight that they looked painted on, with the front zipper only up just above her navel barely covering her brown skin around the nipple. I'm glad she had big puffy nipples. It helped hold the coveralls from totally exposing her breasts. I was almost in the same problem with my blouse.
I'm different and so was Trisha. That computer tech was involved with both of us. As Trisha would call it, he mated with both of us. I needed to find him, and for more than just answers because the more I thought about him, the more my pussy was itching to have him in me again.
Trisha was saying that she needed her mate. She said she found something with his smell on it. She said that she saw her mate, the white haired man, give this to her feeder. She handed me a business card. It had the name of Jerry Edwards with a home address on it.