CHAPTER 4
Nate's eyes creak open a sliver as the sun peeking through the blinds makes itself unignorable. He turns over onto the cool side of his pillow where the sun would leave him be and tries to slip back into sleep, but there's a slight discomfort keeping his mind present, an errant itch in his groin that won't go away.
Nate groggily flops onto his back and reaches down to alleviate himself, not content with his afternoon nap ending so soon, but the second his finger makes contact with the source, he feels something that certainly doesn't belong. It's a texture that's certainly out of place, sleek and soft like the tip of a paintbrush, but delicate, like a fine silk. He gives it a gentle pull, hoping to hold it up to his eyes to see what it is, but all he gets is a sharp, unpleasant tugging sensation on what he now realizes doesn't feel at all like his dick.
"Mmngh... Ah, my hair...? What was that for?"
"Oh shit, Alice?! You're still down there?" Nate says as his eyes snap wide open. Feeling further down the shaft his fingers encounter a miniscule pair of bumps that are certainly Alice's tits, sending a shiver through her body so strong he feels it through his own member. "I'm so sorry hon, you looked so comfortable down there and I figured you'd change back yourself at some point while I was conked out, and-"
"Alice...? Is that... Oh right... Yeah, me, Alice. That was wild, last night... I genuinely think you fucked my brains out a little bit there. Uh, can you...?"
"R-right, sorry, I'll, uh, get you... off." Nate hurriedly stammers as he scrambles out of the sheets. His hand is still wrapped around Alice, but less like he'd typically handle his merchandise and more like he's cupping a priceless figurine, Alice's miniscule form delicately resting face-down in his palm like it were a reclining pillow. She's significantly more Alice-shaped now at least, he notes.
"Just a few more minutes maybe..." she mumbles, trying to turn over but failing miserably. "Wait, Alice, your arms!"
"Hmm?" Alice groggily hummed, still clearly shaking off her sopor. "What about them?" "Uh, they're gone? You didn't notice?"
"Mmgh..." Alice shimmied back and forth a little, her body little more than a head and torso. She lazily tried to get a look at where her arms should be and noticed nothing more than the bump of a shoulder, completely smoothed off at the end. "Mmm... that's weeeeeird..."
"Are you... okay? You seem kind of out of it still." Nate elevated her a bit, feeling a little weird having to hunch over so much to talk to his wife. Alice responded with another hum, and simply closed her eyes and shifted around a bit, trying to get comfortable.
Getting more concerned about her non-responsiveness, Nate wraps his hand around her and starts to gently tug her upward to dislodge her from his member, but she doesn't budge. He gives another little tug, this one with a little more effort, but this time all he manages to do is make her back pop and send a strange sensation through his penis.
"Unh... babe..." Alice coos as she starts to wriggle in his grip a bit.
"Fuck, sorry. Jeez, you're really stuck on there good. He introduces his other hand to the equation now and starts feeling around the base to try and wedge it between himself and her body, but he can't for the life of him find a seam. As he works his way around to the front, his finger finds her still-engorged clit and a shock of sensation shoots through him like a bolt of lightning, his hands recoiling in reaction as if he had just touched a live wire. Alice falls face-first and flops over onto his testicles, her oversized ass now shown in full display and revealing just how much had changed overnight.
Too shocked for words, Nate just stares at the sight below as Alice grumbles and shifts around, trying not to suffocate on his nuts. Her body, though exceptionally bottom-heavy and armless, looks fairly normal until her hips, at which point her ass juts out behind her and blends cleanly into the skin of his own groin, which he notes is perfectly hairless now despite his lack of manscaping. He hesitantly reaches a finger down and traces the crease that once was her ass, up her spine to her neck, and realizes that the odd sensations he felt earlier weren't his dick being squeezed and vibrated INSIDE her, but coming directly from her skin itself!
"Alice! Holy shit! You're my dick!"
"Mmphpgbb?" Alice mumbles in confusion, still face-down in his balls. Nate lifts her up again and tries to twist her a bit to talk face-to-face, but one of his fingers presses firmly across her chest giving him an alien sensation that makes him take a sharp breath.
"No way... I can feel your..." Nate trails off as he takes one of her tits, barely the size of a blueberry now, and gently rolls it back and forth slightly with his thumb and index finger. His body's reaction is immediate, and he finally feels something familiar downstairs, a straining feeling in the base of his cock as his body starts pumping blood into where a cock SHOULD be.
"WwwwwHOAHAHA!" Alice suddenly springs to life and stands straight up without Nate's support, her eyes wide and alert. "Hohohohooooly fuck, THAT's new!"
As Nate's pulse quickens and his "dick" gets harder, Alice starts to bob back and forth in time with his heartbeat, and she starts taking rigid and uneven breaths interrupted by little grunts and
whimpers. Nate can only stare, with his hands hovering mere centimeters from his penis... er, her body... with a dumbfounded expression he's glad she can't see from her awkward angle.
"Nate... I-I-I... don't... I d-don't..."
*DING-DONG*
The sound of the doorbell makes the room go dead quietl. Neither says or does anything for several moments, too afraid to even disturb the air.
*DING-DONG*
Suddenly coming to grips with the reality of the situation, Nate starts to get out of bed. "Wh-whoever's here is probably looking for you..." he says in a hushed voice.
"D-don't... don't answer... Nate... don't..."
"Oh, you think?!" Nate shoots back in a sharp whisper. "Just hold on. I'll look through the peephole."
He rushes out of the bedroom while clumsily hopping into a pair of pajama pants that went unused all of last night, the movement of which only forces Alice to bob up and down more, adding more unwanted stimulation. She yelps as Nate forces her under the loose waistband, her face pressing uncomfortably into the fabric and stretching it out into an obscene tent, one with the barest impression of her face and chest in a visage that might be goofy if the situation weren't so awkward.
Nate sneaks up to the door which had rung a couple more times at this point and peeks through the peephole. Through the dirty warped glass he sees a woman with dark wavy hair tied back in a loose low ponytail, her eyes obscured with shades and her body far less obscured, in a sundress with a couple more windows in the fabric than most could get away with. Her glossed lower lip is wedged between her teeth in an obviously urgent and concerned expression.
"It's Katya." Nate whispers to his bodymate as he backs up from the door. He looks down, waiting for some input, but realizes all he's going to get from her is her hot breath pushing through the soft fabric of his pajamas. "Dammit, she's not going to go away without talking to one of us. Her dad used to work at the station, right? They definitely told her you're back, she's going to want this to be a long visit..."
"Hold on, I'm coming!" he shouts, placating the frantic ringing of the doorbell for now.
He heads back to the bedroom and with frantic speed tries to find a way to hide his wife's obvious presence. He puts on a tight pair of briefs he rarely wears and tucks her up through the waistband, her head and tits poking over it and held firmly in place. She wobbles around and
whines slightly, clearly uncomfortable, but Nate just shushes her and puts on the first loose shirt he finds, covering her completely. "You need to be quiet, honey, please! I'll try to get rid of her as quickly as possible, just concentrate on staying calm and... not moving around too much." That last part was as much for his benefit as hers. Her rhythmic bouncing was starting to get to him, too.
He takes a deep breath, walks back to the front door, and cracks it open, only enough for Katya to see his face. "Uhh... Hey, Katya, this really isn't a great--"
His objections went completely unheard as Katya pushed her way in, the door nearly knocking Nate onto the ground, and fully compressing Alice between the door his lower stomach for just a moment. Nate lets out a noise from the sensation, but Katya doesn't seem to notice as she's already made it halfway into the house.
"Alice?! Hey! It's me! Where are you?!" she calls out, her outwardly cool demeanor not hiding the desperation in her voice. After peeking into a couple of rooms while Nate stammers out several objections, she spins on the heels of her open-toed sandals and stomps up to him. "Where is she?! My dad said he heard from the captain that she showed up yesterday and she's 'resting at home'." she said, in a tone that could be read almost accusingly.
"Uh, listen... she's at her mom's right now, okay? They're worried too. So... she needs time with them, uh..." Nate says, with very little confidence backing up his words. Katya had always intimidated him a bit. She and Alice had been close since they roomed together in freshman year of college, and seven years later Katya still acted like they shared a home, showing up at their front door whenever the whim struck her. He had known her back then too, when he and Alice were first dating, and Katya's outward sexuality around him had always been a little uncomfortable. He had expressed this to Alice on an occasion or two, but all she would give him is a snide grin and a "don't worry about it, that's just Katya."
Katya whips off her shades and gives him a punishing look. "Her mom's. You're saying she got on a plane and went to SEATTLE, this MORNING, right after getting home from
WHO-KNOWS-WHERE for the last few WEEKS." Katya clearly wasn't buying his story, and worse yet, he was struggling greatly with the signals his sex-brained wife's bizarre form was forcing through his body. He had never felt like this around Katya before, but now he was doing everything in his power not to let his eyes drift down from her face to the cleavage on full display down below through the window of her dress.
"No, no! She didn't! Um, she didn't get on a plane, her mom came out here as soon as she heard and she's, she's staying in a motel nearby. I uh, I didn't get the address though, so don't ask!"
Nate barely yelps out the end of his sentence, his eyes wide as pancakes as his will to hold eye contact is reaching its breaking point. Katya holds her stern expression as she's bent over slightly with her fists on her hips as a very uncomfortable moment passes. Suddenly, a subtle
change happens on her face, and her lip starts to quiver. She falls into Nate's chest and wraps her arms around him as she lets out a quiet sob. Realizing she's fully pressing into Alice, Nate strategically pulls his hips back a bit and gently returns the hug, patting her on the back in a clumsy attempt to be comforting.
"Yeah, I know... it was scary. But she's back now."
Katya goes quiet and holds the hug for a bit, before backing up and now looking far more sheepish than before. "Sorry..."
"It's... okay." Nate offers back. In his pants, Alice is squirming around like a wild animal caught in a trap now. Katya... Alice thinks to herself in a haze. Sooooooo hot... hottie... Katya... She's all over him... I want to feel...
"So, um..." Nate starts, trying to find a delicate way to kick Katya out as fast as possible.
"I should go." she offers for him. "This was probably really hard for you, and I'm... I'm sorry we didn't talk about it while she was gone. I should've been... I should've... Well, it would've been..." Katya seems to be searching for words to describe something tricky, but she falls short. "I'll go. Just please tell her to call me when she gets back."
"Y-yeah... Will do. Bye, Katya."
She rushes out of the door so fast he barely sees her leave, but the second the door clicks shut he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He lifts up the bottom of his shirt to reveal Alice's face, now beet red, and her mouth distended like she's about to be sick.
"Whoa, are you okay?" he says not a moment before she opens her mouth and lets out an absolute gush of milky clear goo. "Bluhh..." she groans as she sticks out her tongue, pushing even more out and creating a large wet spot onto his pants. The sensation sends a shudder up his spine. He can FEEL her tongue shifting around. It's like all the extra blood has made him even more aware of every little movement and sensation she feels. He reaches down and tries to wipe off some of what is becoming obvious to him as pre-cum before it fully drips down and stains his clothing. The second a finger gets within her reach, Alice shifts over and starts rubbing her whole face all over it, delighting in the squishy sensation of being coated in his pre.
"Mmmmmmmmm, sheeeee liiiiiikes youuuu..." Alice mumbles out, blowing tiny bubbles in the viscous mess as a grin crawls across her face from ear to ear.
"Wh-what? What do you mean?"
"She tooooold me... once... Unmpffff... Mmmmmm... Katya's soooooo sexy... And she thinks youuuuuuuUUU're so sexxxy... soooo lucky..."
Nate is stunned for a moment as Alice starts passionately kissing his thumb, licking it up and down and sucking some of his pre back into her mouth, just to let it ooze back out again.
"Mmmmhehehhhh... You should have told her to... mmmblblbl... to stayyy..."
Those last few words break down Nate's last walls of resistance and he takes his wife in a firm grip, her tits being gently squeezed between two fingers as he balls his hand around her tiny torso and starts to clumsily stroke her up and down.
"Oh fuuuuck yeahhh... Mbbbll..." Alice spurts out some more lubricant, which Nate quickly smears into his hand to gel up her body even more. Her current shape isn't ideal for this, with her wild curves and her tits creating an uneven terrain, but every time his hand passes over her lubed-up chest it's like a couple of little pleasure bumps, eliciting a grunt from Alice at as loud as volume as she can muster at this size. Nate relishes in the sensation as well, this alien feature feeling more and more natural to him by the second.
"Mbbbllph... those tiiiitsh... I coulbd... be right betweemb themb... right nowwmm..."
His legs start to feel weak, the pleasure emanating from his crotch proving far more powerful than anything he'd felt while jerking off before, and he stumbles over to the couch before he collapses under his own weight and ruins the moment. Laying fully on his back, he looks down and takes a moment to appreciate the shape of his wife's silhouette as his hand glides up and down, her hair stickied to her neck and back and almost giving the illusion of what his dick's tip ought to look like.
He speeds up his pace even more, Alice's groans shaking now as he's handling his body rougher. He catches himself in concern for a second, but she seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself, so he continues.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-I-I-I-I-I'm-m-m... c-c-l-l-o-o-o-o-s-e" Alice manages to get out, pre-cum splattering off into multiple directions as her head bobs up and down. Nate can feel it too, just a few more strokes... a couple more... almost there, and... almost... almost...
THERE! Nate throws his head back as his whole body tenses up, his hand fastening a vice-like grip around Alice as she goes hard as steel, arching back and pulling her head back as she erupts like a volcano. She feels white hot spunk shoot up through her torso, up into her chest, her neck, and past her gaping mouth, spurting up into the air and raining back down onto the two of them. A glob splatters onto Nate's hand and her upper head, forcing her to reflexively close her eyes as the heat of her orgasm makes every part of her feel flushed, like her very core is melting into red hot magma. It pushes her further and further, the pressure continuing to build up in her head as it feels like it could pop, until suddenly -- lights out.
* * *
The world started to come back into focus as Alice felt herself upside-down. She blinked some of the gunk out of her eyes and saw a stringy trail of cum hanging from her mouth, dangling around halfway down to the floor, between Nate's giant legs as he walked around their home. The realization hits her now, just how cold she feels. If she could, she'd wrap her arms around her body, but instead she's left to dangle, as nothing more than a limp, spent member.
"Hhck--" Alice tries to speak to get Nate's attention, but her voice comes out hoarse, almost completely lost. Her "throat" feels swollen now, like she has a cold, but without the pain. She can barely open her eyes past a squint, but she can tell that Nate is hard at work now cleaning up the mess she made.
"It'd be nice if you were able to help, hon." Nate says, clearly aware somehow that she had stirred back to life. "It's a little hard to aim my shots when you're going crazy like that," he says with a chuckle. "Any chance you could, uh... you know... go back to... you?"
Alice tries to squeak out a response, but she quickly resigns herself to her voice being out of commission for the time being. She shivers, once again surprised at just how much of a toll the orgasm took on her. Her still-sodden hair flops loose and whips around in her face a bit, and she runs her hands through it, smearing it back in an attempt to gain back some level of control.
Wait... hands?
She holds her hands in front of her face. Her vision's still a bit bleary, but those are pretty unmistakably hers. She grasps at her shoulders, feeling a sense of relief that she's at least a step closer to human. But... wow! I didn't even feel it happen this time. That... should probably worry me a little, but... she wiggles her fingers in front of herself and a big messy grin creeps through.
All right, arms are back. Now let's see if I can get the rest of me back... Alice tries to calm her mind and focus on making the tingles, but the fact that Nate's movements are flopping her to and fro is really making it difficult to tune out distractions.
"Okay, all done. Well, until we find a wet spot I missed on the couch next week, but we'll worry about that when it happens." He walks into the bathroom and stands in front of the mirror so he can look Alice in the eyes. "Hey... how you doing down there? You've been pretty quiet."
Nate props up his wife-shaped cock in his hands again and is surprised to see her holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers with a smile on her face. That gives him some relief, until she holds her hands to her neck and nods her head 'no'.
"Lost your voice? Yikes. Uh, okay, we should definitely get you back to normal, pronto. I didn't want to say this earlier, but sooner or later I'm gonna need to... go. To... the bathroom. Can you focus if I just kinda... hold you up like this?"
He tries to find a comfortable and gentle way to hold Alice up and she nods her head enthusiastically. "Okay. Then I guess I'll just stand here? Until you figure that out." He chuckles at their situation a little, then his smile disappears just as quickly. "Oh, and we should, uh... probably talk about that Katya stuff... once you're back to normal." The silence is deafening. "Uh, okay. I'll let you, uh. Do your thing."
Alice huffs, not looking forward to dealing with all that. Getting all too used to this routine at this point, she closes her eyes and tries to clear her mind. Focus on a single need. What do I want that will change me back? I want... I want to be big enough to look my husband in the eyes without having to use a mirror. Make me me-sized. Bigger... human... no more waistbands...
The familiar tingles start to inch up and down her body, a sensation that she is growing used to but is still almost overwhelmingly pleasant. This time though, Nate starts to feel those tingles creep through their shared skin into his own crotch, and creeping its way down to the floor. He doesn't want to interrupt her, so instead he shuts his eyes tight and tries to ignore it the best he can.
Bigger... bigger... Alice feels herself lurch forward. Nate's hands are feeling smaller and smaller against her body, and he starts to struggle to hold her weight. Suddenly she tips forward, barely catching herself with her hands on the edge of the bathroom sink, and she opens her eyes in a startle.
Looking into the mirror, she sees herself, face still an absolute mess, but more importantly over her shoulder she can see the face of her beloved husband, his face wrenched tight into an expression of discomfort. She whips her head around and wraps her arms around his side. "Nate!"
His eyes whip open as both of their balance is thrown completely off, sending the two tumbling onto the tile floor with a thud. Nate groans and rubs his head, and when he opens his eyes he sees Alice laying on her side on top of him, looking into his eyes with alarm.
"Ungh... what? Did it work?"
"Uhhh... not exactly. And... I just felt your head hurting."
Nate looks down to see the couple's bodies pressed together, Alice looking very naked but othewise completely normal, up until the point where their waists meet. Just like before, the skin of her ass blends seamlessly into his waist, but looking further down he sees their legs have changed shape in a subtle but very meaningful way. They look a little less like his legs, a little more like hers. Somewhere in the middle. He lifts one up and wiggles the toes, and Alice falls
flat into his chest, Nate reflexively wrapping his arms around her as he feels the strain on her back go away from returning to a more natural position.
Then she wiggles his toes, too.
"This isn't right!" Nate says, making the most obvious statement possible in that moment.
He sees her arm move downward and feels her cold hand grip his dick, causing BOTH of them to flinch. Did she really feel that?
"Well, it looks like SOMETHING's back to normal, at least." Alice offers, to no relief on either of their parts. She gives it a couple errant strokes, but refocuses herself and returns her hand to her side. "I'll, uh... try again."
"Please do."
"Can we get somewhere more comfortable though? This tile is pretty cold."
Nate starts to prop himself up with his arms, causing Alice's torso to fall forward a bit. She catches herself and holds herself up on their front end, and the two clumsily start scrabbling their legs around in an uncoordinated shuffle. "Okay, you do the legs," Alice says, exasperated. They start to push themselves up from front and back and Nate gets them on their feet. He once again wraps his arms around Alice's body, securing the two of them together as their now very top-heavy body struggles to stay upright.
One step after another, they slowly trod their way to the bedroom, when at the second-to-last step Alice loses her patience and sends them into a full-on leap onto the bed, smushing her beneath Nate's weight until they flop onto their sides, their legs loosely hanging over the side.
"Ngh... good enough." Alice grumbles. "All right... can you wrap your arms around me again? That was really working for me last time."
Nate complies, and Alice hums quietly, enjoying his warmth for a moment and sinking into his embrace. She closes her eyes and tries to find her peace again, and the tingles come even faster than before. This time it feels less like massaging it out of her, and more like turning up a dimmer. The feeling flows all the way through her body as she feels Nate tremble behind her. He must be getting a bit of this too. I'll try to make it fast.
Alice concentrates on a much more simple and direct idea this time: JUST NORMAL ALICE. She repeats it in her mind over and over, as if it were her mantra, and focuses specifically on the spot the two of them are joined at, determined not to stop until she can feel her own backside again.
Suddenly, the tingles begin to make a more defined shape in her awareness, the curves of her backside becoming more and more defined in her mind's eye as nerve endings return to their proper locations and everything starts to feel back in order. She begins frantically patting down every inch of herself, making sure nothing abnormal, cock-shaped, or sopping wet is somewhere it shouldn't be.
Content with her check-up, she sits up and giggles, giving herself a little fist-pump of celebration as she opens her eyes.
Her mouth opens and her vocal chords vibrate, letting out a single word from her lips through stolen breath.
"Alice?"
The smile wipes off of her face and her hands fly to her mouth, covering it. That wasn't her saying that. Was it? It sure felt like it, but...
Her hands suddenly fly away from her mouth and grabs her tits frantically. Okay, that DEFINITELY isn't me.
What isn't you?
A voice rings out in her head. Nate's voice. Alice looks to her side, where Nate OUGHT to be lying after their split, but he was nowhere to be found. One of the hands furiously groping her tits reaches up and grabs at her hair, while the other flops down between her legs, and her mouth moves again without her permission.
"Oh no... I'm... you?"
Her mouth goes slack and control returns to her. "Nate... I think... WE'RE me."