Another Soul A New Nightmare
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Authors note: A short story I thought I'd write, heavily sex themed
and transformative, not too dissimilar to any of the other works I
write. Hopefully it's enjoyable.
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THE NIGHTMARE
Jon had been having a lot of recurring nightmares lately. To the point
whereby he'd not wanted to go to bed any more. It had gotten to the
point where he'd had to take sick leave from his job, unpaid at this
point as he'd already been off, but how could he go to sleep? It was
the same story every time.
His therapist told him he was imagining things, that his dreams were
nothing but his unconscious self pushing their way in, a way for his
brain to unpack and resort all the experiences of his life together.
The therapist said this in response, mainly, to the subject of Jon's
dreams, specifically the figure within them - a man, always, waiting
and watching from the shadows and the feelings that elicited from Jon.
He understood WHY the therapist went down that line of reasoning, sure.
And he'd have thought that himself of anyone who told him that he was
dreaming about some sort of guy watching him. He shuddered thinking
about it - the only feeling he felt in the daytime was horror, but at
night, in his dreams - the subconscious self, whatever (Jon actually
rolled his eyes now thinking about it) built arousal from it. And not
a normal level of arousal, because despite Jon's vague sleeping dread,
he always awoke with a mess to clean up. Disgusting as that was,
luckily, he lived alone and partner-less for the time being.
He'd had a few girlfriends, how could he ever find someone else, with
all this going on? How could he live even a part normal life? He'd
tried sleeping pills, alcohol, he'd tried sleeping during the daytime,
and now - he'd just resigned himself to staying awake as long as he
POSSIBLY could. But staying awake for longer than 24 hours does weird
things to your mind. You start seeing things at the corner of your
vision.
So now he'd gone to bed, resigning himself to another weird and woeful
night. Naked except for his boxer shorts, crow-eyed, and with no book
or anything to read, he simply collapsed and slept, and entered slumber
within seconds.
To find almost instantly, that figure, a shadowy silhouette he'd
started seeing during the day, already present and watching. But not
waiting, tonight. Tonight, somehow, the figure had moved closer.
Perhaps waiting for Jon's extra tiredness, because now, in his slumber,
despite his closed eyes and dulled senses, Jon was completely aware of
him, and completely aware of his inability to wake his body now.
Which gave the shadowy figure its chance.
It moved in closer to Jon, who's awareness now was coming to - the
impossible happening, a waking nightmare. It shifted its body over his
and enveloped him in total shade. And brought him in to its embrace.
And that embrace was momentary ecstasy. Through his closed eyes, Jon
felt his body change, strange and subtle at first, then enlarged. He
could not see, of course, but it was clear what was happening -
beginning at the feet, shifted upwards and shortened, his legs, also
shifted - remaining wide but losing muscle and mass somehow. And his
genitalia - a pressure and a pleasure that brought a scream from Jon.
Through his hips, now curved wide, to his stomach, pushed in and
tightened, to his new mounds formed and pushed through, and finally his
neck and face, which brought a great deal of pain as their fine details
were being morphed.
And now he felt a kiss from the shade to celebrate its victory. More
than a kiss, he felt its excitement and a new weight formed atop his
new dream-body. Jon could not breathe through his mouth, even in the
real world it seemed, and thus his nostrils flared and through the
nightmare he heard the breathe enter and escape through there - but it
sounded different even through the shade.
And speaking of different as the shade released its mouth, so too could
Jon now breathe through his mouth once more, but it was different. A
new sound, from a new mouth.
Which didn't last long. Jon opened his eyes to a hazy translucence
around his room. But that did not last as his eyes were closed once
more, and that new mouth was filled with something. It was not
unpleasant - like skin, but fragranced with something intangible,
addictive. And in the dreamlike state there was no escaping the
compulsion that now filled his mind, this dream person after all was
NOT Jon at all, but someone or something else. So he sucked. And
despite his distance from the real, he found himself enjoying it. The
pulsing sensation, and something building within. An eroticism he had
never felt in his previous being. And some minutes passed of this, a
building pleasure that brought an ache to Jon that could not be filled
by the dream.
And wait, a previous being? But this wasn't real, was it. Somehow,
through sheer will, his eyes were forced open and slanted toward the
corner mirror of his room, and a glimpse - only a glimpse - of
something impossible there. Someone on top of him, and him no longer a
him at all, but a her.
And in that simultaneous moment of realisation, a number of things
happened. The covers she once was wearing, blown off now, letting air
rush off her new body. Over the two mounds on her chest, her flared
hips, her curved hourglass body and unblemished skin - it was new, and
had no damage from the sun, or anything else in the world, after all.
Excepting the man- if it was a man - with her, that now pressed upon
her, and that air that had pressed over her pussy, which was soon
filled, bringing gasps of fear and pleasure and a hundred other
impossible sensations. Whatever Jon was was gone in the moment, after
being filled by the man-thing on top of her, and the myriad of
questions and sensations that were simply swept aside by the crest of a
wave that was building still, even from before. A bite on a nipple, a
twist of her arm, a pull of her hair that stopped anything from that
before time impeding the transformation to the moment.
And as the man-thing pumped and waves of pleasure built, Jon didn't
care. She squealed in utter pleasure as her body was taken to
rapturous levels of joy, and shuddered with the new alien sensations it
had never before felt, as the shade ended its time with her in some
spirited spurt.
And then, as soon as it had come upon her, it was gone. And Jon opened
her eyes to find the waking dream had somehow become her reality.
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