Left and Right
By: TheDeceptiveDuck
Rachael walked through the campus to her next class. It had gotten cloudy all of a sudden. It was very disconcerting but she had a class to get to. She saw movement in the corner of her eye. The lights in a nearby window flicker. A warm wind blew over her checks. “Oh no,” Rachael thought as she began to walk faster.
Rachael stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal. She could feel the energy in the air. Something powerful was coming.
There was a flash and a bang. The street lights cut out and the cars stalled. For a moment, there was silence as the thunder echoed through the campus. Then, the alarms sounded. A Chaos Storm had begun.
The innovation behind the alarm system captivated Rachael. Because Chaos Storms stopped electronics, engineers had to think outside of the box. They had devised a low-tech solution that ran entirely on compressed air. If the alarm system was without power for more than 5 seconds, a pneumatic trigger was sprung and the alarm sounded. This system was not perfect, but it did its job.
People got out of their cars. Some panicked, some ran for shelter, while other just stood there in either shock or indifference. Rachael was is the later category. Chaos Storms had already given her their worst. She couldn’t care less if she was struck again. But, since class was now canceled and she had nothing better to do, Rachael, nonetheless, made her way to the Chaos Storm Shelter.
The Chaos Storm Shelters or the CSS were little more than a front. An act by the government to pretend they had things under control. Little evidence was given that proved that they actually worked. It didn’t matter what was over your head. Be it wood, cement, or the plain, open sky, if a Chaos strike was coming for you, there was no way to stop it.
Rachael’s walk to the campus CSS was interrupted by a loud and thunderous crash nearby. Now, the lightning didn’t always hit a human target, but this one did. A female student had just been touched by the Chaos Storm. She was pure and uncorrupted but that was soon to change. Her scream was brief and cut short as her head quickly sunk into her shoulders. Both of the woman’s hands felt the area where her head had just disappeared. A bulge was quickly forming in the woman's jeans. The tightening grew to much for her and she undid her belt.
“So that’s where her head went,” Rachael silently thought.
The transforming woman pulled off her pants and underwear. Her lovely head now hung upside-down between her thighs. In her shock, the woman began to stumble. She fell backwards onto her ass, bonking her newly relocated head in the process. She was out like a light.
Rachael waved for help but was interrupted again as another lightning bolt struck. She watched as the victim changed right before her butt-mounted eyes. This time, the storm had chosen a man. He drew his arms close to his stomach before a sudden growth pushed out from him. His flimsy shirt ripped in two as two breasts appeared on his chest and grew to inhuman proportions. The man felt his basketball sized pair of man-titties. He seemed to enjoy the storms blessings as he dropped his stuff to play with giant boobs.
The ass-faced Rachael continued walking. A little faster now that she had just seen two people be transformed by the storm. Suddenly, her vision flashed white.
Oh no, not again.
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I hate my creative process.