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Dan's Distortion
.* * * Part 1: Notes from Nobody * * *.
Distortion [n]: deformity; falsification
"What a horrible fucking day!" declared a handsome man in a soggy coat,
as he made his way across the four lane road. Things were not going so
well for Dan Miles today, a story that could be told simply by the scowl
on his face. The morning started with a note from his fiance, declaring
that she was leaving him for his best friend Carl. He didn't understand
it, she never even showed interest in Carl before! In fact, he was sure
they hated eachother until today.
Then finding himself distracted by the whole affair, he made a huge
mistake that could potentially cost his company millions, and in turn
his job. To make matters worse, he had just put a down payment on a
brand new car. He was thinking about how much he'd hate to lose it due
to layoff, when he watched it leave the garage without him.
Yelling out his frustration, he chased it down a few blocks before
pausing to clutch the stitch in his side. He fought the pain as he
slowly hobbled after it, unwilling to lose something else today. It was
long gone before he finally gave up, pausing before a crosswalk as he
struggled to catch his breath.
He was reflecting on how things couldn't get any worse, when a garbage
truck passed directly in front of him. Water from a nearby puddle
drenching him for good measure. Hanging his sopping head in defeat, he
continued to sulk his way home on foot. The only up side being that his
apartment was in walking distance from here.
It was a short while later when his eyes finally left the ground. He was
outside a vanity store and the reflection in the glass caught his
attention. The dreary sky helped sharpen the image, but he still leaned
in as he observed himself.
He was a mess, this was no shape for Dan Miles to be in, no sir. He was
always at the top of his game. The best damn broker in New York! He
could have any woman he wanted, any job he wanted, any THING he wanted.
He couldn't let something as simple as a bad day get him down.
"The world is yours Dan, you will come back from this better and
stronger than before!" he declared to himself, fixing his hair and
brushing his coat off. He admired himself again, this time altering his
posture back to the strutting, confidant man he had always been. After a
few more moments of self encouragement he made to turn away. That's when
he noticed a piece of parchment, taped carefully to the window. Normally
he would dismiss such things, but the oddly familiar handwriting toyed
with his curiosity.
After looking around for the possible messenger, he carefully peeled the
letter from the window, trying not to rip it during the extraction. The
small note read: "You're such a petite little guy Dan. It must be really
emasculating for you."
He had no idea what the letter meant, but it was obviously someone's
idea of a joke. He looked around as he pocketed it, smirking slightly at
the jest. Odd as this message was, it at least gave him cause to smile
today, and that was worth something. He was thinking about people at
work with this kind of humor, when his reflection caught his eye again.
Was it his imagination or did his coat seem a little baggier than usual?
He shrugged the thought away as he turned to make his way home. His mind
was obviously playing tricks on him, probably a side effect of being so
stressed.
As he rounded the last block before his apartment, he stumbled into a
tree, hugging it with one arm to prevent from falling. "What the... "
was his only response as he looked down, discovering that the obsticle
was nothing more than his right pant leg, tucked under his shoe. His
jacket sleeves brushing his knuckles as he made to free it. Before he
could pull himself up, a man's voice from behind asked "Miss, are you
okay?"
"Oh sorry, thought you were a... Dan is that you?" bumbled a tall dark
man, which Dan immediately recognized as his neighbor. "Yeah Pete,
thanks" was all he manage, as his friend helped him back to his feet.
"Hey man you look like you could use a good meal or something, why not
come over for the game tonight and..." began Pete before Dan cut him
off. "No thanks man, feeling a little under the weather. Need to go lie
down, you know..."
"You sure man? Cuz my son's out of town and I have the place to myself."
"Yeah Pete. I'm sure. Thanks."
The dark man shrugged and bellowed a goodbye before he was back inside.
Something was wrong here, and Dan had a nagging suspicion. Looking
around, he reached into his pants pocket and unfolded the note he took
from the window earlier. To his surprise a new message greeted him:
"Just look at that huge heart-shaped ass of yours and those hips!!! How
do you even manage?"
Horrified, he tore the letter up and threw the pieces into the road.
Hiking up his pants, he bolted for his apartment a few doors down, crazy
thoughts going through his head. As he reached the doorway, he struggled
to withdraw the key from his pants pocket. It felt like a chinese finger
trap, where the more he tried to reach the keys, the tighter his pocket
became.
It took a moment, but he was finally able to free his hand with the
keys. "What the hell is going on!?" he croaked as he clumsily fumbled
the right key into the lock, then hesitated as he noticed how big it
looked in his tiny fingers. "What the hell was on that paper?" he
barked, recalling stories about kids tattoos and mind-altering drugs.
After unlocking the door and bolting through the threshold, he stumbled
again. His feet slipping out of his office shoes. This time he landed
hard on the carpeted floor, but kept moving as he fought off his wet
pants. Crawling his way to the phone, he dialed a number he never
thought he'd have to, but he needed help and she was all he could think
of.
Riiiiing... ... Riiing... ... Riiiii-*click* "Hello this is Doctor
Pratt's office, how may I direct your call?"
After a moment's hesitation Dan replied "Hey... um... c-can you c-
connect me to Becky please?" he was shaking all over.
"Dr. Pratt is with a patient right now, but if you'd like to leave-"
"Damn it, it's a-a m-mergency! T-Tell her that I'm Dan Miles."
"But sir I was instructed to-"
"DAN MILES! Tell her please."
Rebecca Pratt was Dan's ex girlfriend from years back, but she was also
the greatest psychiatrist he knew. He was on hold for a while, his mind
wandering from being drugged, to somehow reflecting on their past
relationship.
Everything was great when they first started dating, until she openly
dreamed of settling down. Always talking about kids, and marriage, and
the future, when all Dan cared about was the fun. She had such a
gorgeous body, which made up for the mediocre sex, but she was so
average and that wasn't him. He was the best trader in the city, he
deserved something a little wilder.
His mind then wandered to another woman. A busty, beautiful, blond
bombshell of a woman. She really helped him through his relationshep
sexually. Always dressing to please, not afraid to do anything in bed...
He was getting hard from his nostolgia, when a sharp tone snapped him
out of his daydream: "What is it Daniel? I'm in the middle of something
here."
Until he heard her voice, he had almost forgotten about the last few
hours. The memories of Daisy Lynn in her single-bedroom trailer... but
he shook his head as he observed the tiny fingers gripping the phone.
"Hey Beck, it's me." A little more confidence in his voice.
"I know it is, can you tell me what this is about? I have a full
schedule today." She sounded annoyed but he had to see her, she was the
only one who could make any sense of this trip he was on.
He took a deep breath and then explained his day, a little more
thoroughly than he had planned. He told her about everything, well aware
of her lack of interest as he proceeded. It wasn't until he brought up
the strange note, that she showed any interest. Asking him to continue
with a noticible change in her tone.
"That sounds like something pretty serious Dan. I'll be working late
tonight or I'd come over."
"Any chance I can come there?"
"Can you make it to my office around seven? I can clear a block for you,
and that should give whatever's in your system time to wind down."
He agreed and without even a goodbye, she hung up on him. He felt
slightly relieved, but mostly for a different reason. Becky never found
out about Daisy. He smirked as he admired his own cunning, a smirk that
diminished as he found his reflection in the flat screen T.V.
He swept his hands down his torso to his hips, feeling the slight pear
shape he now had. He even noticed that his thighs had thickened and when
he turned to the side, how far his ass stuck out. It was like looking in
a funhouse mirror. He took a calming breath before openly declaring:
"Well I always wondered what tripping felt like... never again."
For the next hour he accomplished very little. He stood in the shower,
lost in thought until the water went cold, then attempted to find
something in the house that he could wear. He wasn't sure how the
changes in his head made the clothes fit wrong, but he knew that the
mind was a powerful thing. He always thought himself smarter than
everyone else, so it only made sense that his hallucinations had that
level of detail.
He eventually discovered a baby blue sweat suit that fit. It was a
womans size but it shouldn't stand out. Discovering a pair of Jessica's
clothes reignited the anger he felt earler, and after declaring how much
he didn't need a whore like her, he made his way back into the den. He
could always find someone better anyway, he only proposed to her to make
his parents shut up in the first place.
"Fuck her and fuck Carl!" he declared as he entered the foyer, pausing
abruptly as the front door swung open. An overweight postman stepped
over the discarded clothes that kept the door ajar, carefully making his
way inside without even a knock.
"Oh sorry ma'am, the door was open and I have a package for a Mr. Daniel
Miles."
Frustrated, Dan replied: "I am MISTER Dan Miles and I'll take that
package if you don't mind!"
"Oh I'm sorry sir I just thought... eer nevermind here you go, and I'll
be on my way."
The postman was barely outside, when as the door was pushed closed, his
eyes on Dan's hips the whole time. Dan was annoyed and didn't bother to
read who the bubble envelope was from, when he tore the seal and shook
out the contents. The only thing that fell into his hand was a very
seductive picture of Daisy, how ironic was this? The sight of her
cleavage quickly lifted his spirits.
He admired it for a moment, smirking as he realized how poorly his
memory served him. This woman was far sexier than he remembered. This
picture could only mean one thing, maybe Daisy was looking to hook back
up. "Who could blame her?" mouthed Dan to himself as he flipped the
picture over, looking for a potential love note. After all, it has been
over a year since their last session.
Yep, there was the note! He began to read it confidently when his smile
turned into an open-mouthed gape. "Remember my soft, glowing skin? My
long, curly hair? Well manicured nails and the look of my thin, feminine
eyebrows? Well now you have all of those things too, don't you sweetie?"
He gripped the picture tightly as he processed what he just read. In a
panic, he dropped it and grabbed for the padded envelope, searching for
some return address. There was none.
He was trying to tell himself that this was someone's idea of a sick
joke, until he felt the slight burning and itching all over his body.
Was he breaking out in hives or was this...
Without hesitation he grabbed his keys and slipped his feet into shoes
that were too large for him, before making his way outside. He needed to
see Rebecca now. He was falling deeper into whatever madness he was in,
and he needed to be reassured that it was just his mind playing tricks
on him. After all, people don't just change by reading something,
someone simply drugged him and his imagination was going wild. Some
medication and rest, and he would be back to normal right?
He was a few blocks down when he spotted it. A familiar convertible
parked on the opposite side of the road. As quickly as he could, he made
his way over, feeling that things may finally be looking up today. As he
got closer he noticed something about the car that made him pause, and
he had to reread the license plates to make sure that it was really his.
The plate was definitely his and after looking around, he got in the
drivers side hoping to find the spare key he hid under the front seat.
The key was there as was his address book, this was definitely his car
and as he started it, he observed the changes that were made in his
absence.
The car itself was a silver convertable, but someone took the liberty to
not only put a pink playboy bunny decal on the hood, but also cover the
seats and steering wheel with similar designs. It looked as if he was
the victim of some sort of "pimp my ride" prank, but simply assumed the
thief tried to disguise the car. They obviously didn't know who they
were dealing with.
"I can call the cops and remove all of this shit later," he said to
himself as he started the car, not wanting to detract from the happiness
of having his new toy back. Without a glance backward, he sped off to
meet up with Rebecca and hopefully find some answers.
It wasn't until he reached the glass doorway to her office building that
he noticed something new. He observed his reflection cautiously, absent-
mindedly brushing back a few strands of curly brown hair. Wait, did he
just brush back a bunch of hair? He grabbed two handfuls and pulled, the
sudden pain letting him know that something else was going on here.
Something beyond being accidentally drugged.
After letting go of his hair he fell to his knees and began to study his
palms. There were small cumps of hair that he managed to pull out, each
one longer than his entire hand. He also noticed how hairless and silky
his wrists looked now... Could all of this actually be happening to him?
Looking back up at his reflection, he could only imagine what others
would think.
"I look like one of those queers on hormones," he gasped to himself. He
couldn't be seen like this, especially by Rebecca. He would go home, he
would cut his hair and then... what? Work out and eat like crazy to gain
mass? He didn't know how to body build. His frame had always been
naturally perfect. The only time he ever worked out was that one
semester in college, but he only did that to hook up with some red-head.
After looking around carefully, he got up and turned to make his way
back to the car. As he did he heard the heavy door open behind him.
"Excuse me miss, have you seen... Dan!?"
The look on her face when he turned around had him sold. If he was
drugged, there would be no way that she could see his changes too. He
had no idea what was going on, but he had never been so humiliated in
his life.
"Dan, is that... is that really you? You look... different." She
attempted to hide her smirk, but she was obviously amused by this.
"I don't know what's happening Becky. I can't be seen like this. You
gotta help me!"
Without another word she led him up a flight of stairs to her office. He
couldn't help watching her walk. Noticing how confident she looked
compared to the old, submissive Becky he knew from his past. After
leading him through a thick wooden door with a plaque that read "Rebecca
L. Pratt PsyD," she motioned for him to have a seat before rounding her
desk.
"So Daniel, please explain to me what you think is going on. How this is
happening and please be as detailed as possible."
He explained everything to her. Beginning with the first note he found
and the corresponding changes. Throwing around words like "voodoo" and
"impossible" as he went on. Often brushing back long strands of hair and
reassuring her that he didn't deserve this. He was just about to get to
Daisy's picture when he paused. No matter the situation, he couldn't let
her find out about that.
"Sooo let me get this straight. You found a magical handwritten note
that made you short and petite? Then when you read it again it changed,
giving you that eerm..." She gestured to his ass and he only nodded as
she continued, having to once-again brush his hair back. "And what about
those long curls? I assume growing your hair out and plucking your
eyebrows wasn't your decision. Even your skin looks soft and delicate."
He paused for a moment, cleared his throat and then stated: "It was on
the back of a picture."
"What kind of picture? Was it someone that had those features? Someone
you know?"
He gave her a searching look as she questioned him, wondering why she
suddenly sounded anxious. She deflated back into her chair a little as
she caught his eyes, apparently ashamed of her own excitement.
"I need to know these details in order to help you. I may be able to
form a hypothesis as to who is doing this, and maybe even how, so long
as you're completely honest with me."
"It was a... some girl. She had curly hair... and nice skin, but... but
I have no idea who she is or why someone would be doing this! How is
this even possible!?"
He furiously brushed back his hair as it fell into his face, unsure of
what would happen next. She studied him quietly for a moment, a strange
look on her face that he couldn't read. Was that dissapointment? Perhaps
she didn't believe him, and why would she? None of this made any sense.
She reached into her drawer and pulled out a rubber band, before walking
around her desk to come behind him. He felt a painful tug on his scalp
as his hair was pulled back, but he continued to look forward. Simply
waiting for a response.
"I... I believe you Daniel. The only thing I can say is it seems like
someone has something planned for you, something you obviously feel like
you don't deserve. And magic is just science we don't understand yet,
isn't it?"
She was helping herself back into her chair as she spoke, and he noticed
that she wasn't making eye contact. Her attention devoted to her
fingernails. He wasn't sure why, but he needed her to believe him. She
was all he had right now.
"Can you help me Beck?"
"What would you like me to do? All I can suggest is that you backtrack,
try to find people you may have scorned and then maybe you can find who
is doing this. Maybe track down whoever is on that picture. If someone
can change you, then they can probably change you back."
"B-but..."
"But nothing Daniel, there isn't anything else we can do tonight. Go
home and try to get some rest, and tomorrow I would suggest thinking
really, really hard about why someone would do this to you. Here -" she
declared picking up a tiny note pad"- I'll write you a small
perscription for valium to help you sleep tonight." She finished by
tearing the note off and handing it to him.
He watched her for another moment before realizing that she was right.
Without a word he nodded in her direction and got up to leave. He was
almost through the door when she proclaimed: "And Daniel. Do be sure to
let me know if anything else changes. I would hate to see you go through
this alone."
He was going to say something to her but stopped, watching her turn her
back on him. His only hope being a dead end, he walked out a defeated
man. He didn't even hear the final words she spoke, as he closed the
door behind him.
* * *
His dreams were a blur of colors and images. Memories of all the lies
he's told, of all the people he'd manipulated and betrayed. His dick-
hardening evenings with Daisy Lynn, his friendship with Becky that
wasn't enough for her, his introduction to Jessica by his wealthy
father. All of these things were webbed together by lies, by his own
distortions of reality to get what he wanted out of life, regardless of
how it affected others.
Then he had other dreams, the most wonderful dreams a man could have. In
these fabrications, he was alone with the most beautiful woman he'd ever
seen. The way she dressed let him know that she was made for sex, and
that body! He loved the way she moved, her wide hips waving with her
hands in the air as she approached him. Her face and hair were done like
a professional porn star, but he couldn't take his eyes off her enormous
cleavage.
He'd never seen a pair so large in person, and the way the fabric
outlined her curves... He needed to be inside her, his cock was
demanding it of him. She was almost on top of him when their eyes met,
and a strange sensation of familiarity washed over him. Had he known
this woman before? Surely if he'd been with someone this sexy he'd have
remembered. He knew he'd definitely remember the feel of these tits,
because his hands were all over them.
Even in his dream they felt heavy, his mouth bringing the engorged
nipples to his mouth in turn, as he circled them with his tongue. He
felt her tugging on his cock as he did this, and the pleasure was unlike
no other. She was definitely squeezing a little too hard, but he wasn't
about to turn her away, even if the pressure was spreading to his
stomach. He'd let her be rough, so long as she gave him what she wanted
in the end.
They continued like this for some time before the pressure was getting
too uncomfortable. He let the left nipple spill from his mouth as he
backed off slightly, preparing to take some control of the situation.
Before he could make another move however, she had lunged at him,
forcefully pressing her soft lips into his as they fell backward. Her
massive chest mashing against his as she mounted him.
When she took him inside of her, he felt that she was extremely hot and
surprisingly tight, given the way she moved and responded. This was a
girl with obvious experience, but he had never felt someone so tight
before. It hurt more than her hand job, but at the same time it was the
best pleasure he had ever experienced.
He continued to make out with her, noticing more and more the weight of
her tits on his chest as she rode him. They stayed in this position for
what felt like an eternity, his pride forcing him to give this beautiful
slut the best fuck of her life. He didn't care about the tightness or
the weight on his chest, or how forcefully she was kissing him. He
didn't care about how sore his body felt, all the way down to his bones.
He had to give her a reason to remember him, to know that Dan Miles was
the greatest fuck in the city.
And then it happened. His entire body locked up as he came unexpectedly,
torrents upon torrents shot from him as he experienced pleasure beyond
anything he thought possible. He was errupting so much that even balls
were starting to hurt. He barely felt the tightness, the weight or the
pressure anymore. He only felt the satisfying pain that usually follows
an entire day of great sex.
Afterward, he simply laid there in a sore ecstacy, within this dream
that felt so real. He even heard the sounds of a woman's sigh as the
surroundings lost focus. He turned his head to look upon the beauty that
just gave him the best ride of his life. Even in a blur she was
gorgeous, her colorful features fading in and out even more as this
dream mixed with the last. He was watching this beautiful-yet-familiar
woman look upon him as the images of his past came back to haunt him. He
never felt the slightest bit of remorse as the images darkened. He only
felt pride in his cunning and ability to manipulate others, and a sense
of satisfaction at the beauty in front of him.
But her eyes... there was something about her eyes...
He felt extremely groggy as his familiar bedroom came into focus, his
eyes slowly adjusting to the rays of stabbing sunshine that crept in
from between the blinds. Sitting up and rubbing his face with his soft
hands, he looked around for his phone to see what time it was.
"Shit! It's already noon!" he hissed to himself, followed by a strange
sense of foreboding. He tried to think for a moment before simply
shaking it off and standing up.
He wasn't sure when the valium kicked in, as the events of last night
were all a blur. One thing he could recall to his satisfaction however,
was using his clippers to remove the offending curly hair. It was a bit
painful but well worth it. With a victorious smirk, he reached up to
comfort himself with the smoothness of his scalp, eyes suddenly widened
in terror. This was impossible, he was sure that he had cut it the night
before! How could this much hair simply grow back in one night?
He still had no idea how any of this could happen, but the realization
of being powerless against the changes made him nervous. How could
someone have this kind of control over reality?
Instead of dwelling on the events of yesterday though, he decided that
the next best move would be to take Rebecca's advice, and find out who
was behind this. Bladder full and body sore from his hibernation, he
made to get up and stretch before walking to the bathroom.
"That must've been one hell of a dose" he croaked, stopping for a moment
with another feeling that something was wrong. This made him shake his
head in amusement as he lumbered off to the bathroom. Of course
something was wrong, he went from being a handsome stockbroker to a tiny
pear-shaped Fabio in less than 24 hours. He nervously laughed to himself
as he crossed the tiled floor, trying to ignore the painful pressure on
his bladder. He reached the toilet and without hesitation, dropped his
baby blue sweats. Stretching as he began to relieve himself.
"What the?" was his only response, as a warm sensation trickled down his
inner-thigh, but that wasn't what made his heart skip a beat. Everything
was wrong, he sounded like... Turning to look in the mirror almost made
him lose it. Looking back at him was a young woman who oddly resembled
him, tiny hands hanging shakily above her exposed pussy. It took a
moment to realize that there were words on the mirror as his knees began
to give out.
The warm sensation reached his ankles as he buckled. Trying to focus on
what the words in the mirror said, but the room would not stop spinning.
He had the strangest feeling of deja vu, but was only able to pick out
words such as "you" and "woman" before the floor rushed up to meet him.
[To be Continued...]
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Note from the Author:
Hey everyone, thanks for taking the time to read this! This story is the
first part of three that I had mapped out, so stay tuned for the next
part in the very near future.
"Notes from Nobody" tells the introductory story of our main protagonist
and gives a little insight into how he sees the world, as these changes
continue to happen to him. While my stories are generally a little more
spicey, I wanted to take my time with this and properly introduce the
main characters in play.
The next two parts will have a bit more action to them as things
continue to spiral downward for Dan, and hopefully ending up in a place
that my average readers will enjoy. Also, if you're one of those folks
(like I am sometimes) that simply wants an erotic "quickie," then no
worries! I have one of those coming down the pipeline as well.
I really hope this introduction was done well enough to merit the entire
tale. My biggest issue with putting out content, is how much of a critic
I am on myself. This was initially going to be one story, but through
reading it over a thousand or so times to tweak it, I found that it had
grown too large for anyone to enjoy in one sitting. I spent weeks simply
rereading and editing this thing to my approval, and I still have more
to come. I will do my best to keep these released in a timely fashion
though, I'm not a huge fan of lengthy cliffhangers.
As always, any feedback is welcome! Positive feedback always keeps me
moving forward, and negative feedback (when done constructively) can
really help me grow as a writer. So please fuel my ego.
-- T.N
Dani
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