His Shapeshifting Girlfriend Ch. 02
At first her presence had been unnerving for him. He'd felt for a while that he was being watched and pursued by some malignant entity and things would often be moved around his dorm that shouldn't have been. He'd felt unsafe, until the day she outed herself to him. Aiyana had been pretty safe in revealing her secrets, after all, who would believe somebody claiming to have met a shape-shifter? Such things were in the realm of Bigfoot and Jewish space lasers. Even if somebody did believe, they'd never be able to catch her.
It was the weekend, and Jacob and Aiyana had nothing to do. She didn't really have a home to go back to since she didn't particularly need one, so she stayed with him. Crickets chirped from the bushes and gardens below like some alarm, softened to background noise by the distance. It was unbearably humid. Three fans blew on maximum to make up for the lack of air conditioning in the dorms while the dirty window only opened halfway. The building was in a dire need of an upgrade, but all the money spent on tuition and rent would never make its way to being put to bettering the campus when there were investors to enrich.
"Jacob." She began, laying on the bed in a loose-fitting crop top and tight leggings. She held a book above her face, a rather heavy tome labelled 'Shock Doctrine' that he'd been given by one of his professors. With a clap she closed it. "Let's do something."
He swung about in his computer chair, neglecting the paper he was writing about tectonic energies. "What do you have in mind?" He knew she wouldn't pick a restaurant since she no longer required food, but he wondered what she could be thinking.
"I don't know -- something." She muttered indistinctly. "I'm so booooored." As she said this, she flopped her arms down across the side of the bed and let her body ooze and drip as a display of just how very bored she was. He paused as he ran through things in his mind, before deciding to list them off for her to choose from.
"Mmm... a walk around campus?"
"No."
"How about a movie?"
"Nah."
"The beach? It might be nice to get into the water to cool off."
She thought about that one, before dismissing it. "Nope."
"... video games?"
She didn't even justify that one with a reply, but with a glowering stare.
"Well, I don't know... farmer's market? The zoo?"
That suggestion caused her to raise an eyebrow. "You know you have a zoo right here." He didn't quite follow. Seeing his puzzled look, she rolled her eyes and dropped her form into a puddle of pinkish flesh, her clothes dissipating with her. The surface of her flesh bubbled and ruptured into a small, oval shape until peaks and troughs formed as she took shape once more. The pink tinge dimmed to a pure white in areas and darkened to a black in others, forming a crisp line as they solidified their shades until the very image of a penguin stood atop his bed.
She quacked at him and ruffled her feathers before hopping off the bed. Instead of landing, her body splashed to the ground into another puddle and a corona of goo that reassembled itself into the form of a meercat. "Is this any better?" She asked, her voice high and squeaky.
Jacob looked on at this incredible display and clapped his hands. He'd seen her change into all manner of things but it never ceased to impress him. He didn't think he could ever get bored of seeing her change from one thing to another.
She stood up on her back feet and her body stretched out, swelling bigger and bigger like a balloon until she practically engulfed the whole space of the bedroom. A large ruff of fur appeared at her neck and her mouth expanded into a huge maw. Her two massive front paws landed as she snapped into the shape of a lion, giving off a powerful roar that shook the coffee cup on his desk.
"Shh -- quiet! I'll get reported if you're too loud." He protested, motioning with his hands for her to chill. She gave a low, rumbling giggle and turned back to the bed, changing her shape back to her preferred form half-way and remaining as half human, half lioness. It was an odd sight to see in real life.
Jacob still watched on as she adopted a comfortable position. "Huh. So you can do that too. You should go to a furry convention like that. They'd love you." She tittered and gave a big, toothy smile that showed off her long-pointed fangs.
"You know, I meant to ask." He started asking but paused, unsure of if the question would be considered rude or not.
"Ask what?" Her tail flicked lazily in the air.
"Eh... you don't have to answer it if you don't want to, I don't know..." Jacob mumbled.
"Go ahead."
"It's just... I know you can take on any form. That bit's cool. But I was wondering what your real form is. I want to see the real you."
"... Oh." She mumbled. The eye contact she held with him was lost as her gaze drifted off to the side. The toothy grin gave way to a muted despondence. "Well..." she sighed.
"No, it's ok. You don't have to answer that." He quickly interjected, trying to avoid hurting her.
"It's not that -- it's... more that I don't really know." She stared back into his eyes. He could see in her expression something different now, something deeper than what they'd shared so far. It was as if there was a barricade that she'd opened for him, just for him, that he might understand more.
There was a brief silence between them as they shared unspoken sympathies. "Have you always been able to do this? Change form, I mean. Did you ever have a form of your own? You must have, right?" He wanted to ask so much but held himself back from being too pushy on topics that could be sensitive.
She flopped back onto the bed. The tail and ears receded back into her and the fur gave way to pink skin. She was small, taking on the appearance of a child with sleek black hair similar in form to her preferred shape. There were a few minor differences, skin blemishes had been removed in her usual form and her face wasn't quite as round, it was as though the form she normally chose was a 'perfected' adult version of this child self that she'd once known.
"This is what I used to look like." She replied, sitting up on the bed. "I memorised it from a photo from when I was a kid, I think I was ten or so -- my parents separated. My dad worked in a lab as a materials scientist, trying to make piezoelectric polymers... Of course I didn't know that at the time. My mother was working in the same lab as a biochemist. There was an incident that left her brain dead..." Her voice became quiet and shaky as she recanted what she remembered. "He couldn't deal with caring for the both of us, so he left her family to look after her and he took me. We went to visit her on weekends, but it wasn't her anymore."
Jacob felt like he'd pressed the wrong button. He wanted to go back and stop himself from opening this old wound back up, but she still went on sharing. All he could do was look on and listen. Her being in the form of her childhood self made it all the harder to hear, knowing that she would have been that small and innocent when it was all happening to her.
"One day..." she sighed "he took me into the basement, where he had a makeshift lab set up at home. I wasn't normally allowed in there, so I thought it was kind of strange. He gave me something, this milky, rubbery kind of liquid and got me to drink it. It didn't taste like anything, but he forced me to drink all of it." Her face changed more now as the memories pained her.
"It hurt. It felt like my bones were on fire -- I couldn't stand anymore, and then I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, taste, anything. I could only feel. He would... scoop me up and try to mould me into a shape, or pour me into a glass or a tube, or a box." Her story was weird, Jacob would freely admit, but frightening. He imagined himself going through that, blind, unable to move or sense the world around you. Alone with your thoughts like that, it must have been terrifying.
"Then he tried electrocution -- figured that I'd try and move away from the stimulus, get me to move on my own and change my shape. It wasn't a big current, just enough to give me a jolt. I started to be able to move again. He taught me to be able to see again by turning lights on and off so that I could sense the difference between illumination and darkness."
"Holy shit Aiyana, I had no idea." Jacob whispered, rising out of his seat to go and sit on the bed with her. He placed a comforting arm around her and held her close.
"I was so angry at him for what he'd done to me and for leaving my mother like that, even if it wasn't her anymore. I was angry for both of us."
Jacob began to stroke her hair in a comforting manner as he held her.
"I... got him to drink the liquid too. I figured he should have been the one to go through it first, not me. I made him soup -- it was a terrible soup, but he still had it. I shouldn't really have been playing around on the stove at ten anyway, but he was always too busy in the basement to care what I was doing."
"What happened to him?"
"I don't know. I saw him... deflate? He was a puddle in the kitchen and... I just ran." She shook her head. "I just ran away." There were no tears running down her cheeks, but he could tell she was crying on the inside. He planted a kiss on her forehead and continued to console her.
Her body returned to her standard shape, elongating and filling out. Her hips and breasts expanded as if she was going through years of puberty in a few seconds. She looked up at him with a thankful glint in her eye and a weak smile.
"Thanks for listening." She whispered, raising a hand to his cheek. "You know, I've never told anybody that before."
The mood seemed right. Jacob leaned in and kissed her gently at first, feeling her smooth lips on his own. Her hand trailed down his face and traced the line of his jaw as his face stuck planted to hers. They both opened their eyes afterwards and looked at each other for a brief second before going in for more. It wasn't long until they were fully making out, swapping saliva and twisting their tongues together.
Jacob ran his hands down the sides of her body, feeling the curves of her breasts and following her torso down to her hips. At the tingling feeling elicited by his fingers on her sensitive skin she began to huff out little moans of pleasure that spurred him on and roused excitation within him. She wanted to be closer still, to be part of him, to be one with him. She'd never come to trust someone so deeply so quickly, and while the sudden feelings that were developing within her were thrilling and empowering, she couldn't help but fear the weakness and vulnerability that they instilled at the same time.
Without warning, she began to melt around his face and droop across his body. The ooze that now covered him seemed to be pulsing, throbbing, in a manner like a moving snail. Wave after wave of peristaltic motion ran across him as if she was trying to soothe him, but the sensations soon changed.
Jacob felt the pressure of the goo girl's slimy shell around him tighten around his cock in blasts of rhythmic force as it rose up to press against her. Each powerful drilling vibration through him was followed by a second of nothing to allow him to feel his nerves tingle and ignite like flash paper.
Within the mound of her body she could feel his responding with thankful twitches and shudders. His moans were cut off by her flesh but she could feel the vibrations coming from his throat. The sensations closing around his body were entirely new -- he'd had blowjobs before and been ridden, that was the closest two things he could compare this to -- but this was different on an entirely other level. From what he could see there wasn't even a girl there, but a glossy, semi-transparent pile of goo around him.
She wanted to try something else with him, something that she hadn't really done before yet either. It took no thought, rather it just came to her in the moment. With no air between them she started to compress the portion of her body around his dick and pull away from it to create a deep suction the likes of which no human girl could ever provide. As she pulled deeper and deeper his head sank back further and his hands began trying to grasp against the sheets in wild clawing motions. His moans grew more fierce at the insane sensations rippling through him and his hips started to turn and thrust of their own volition in time with her sucks.
She could feel precum dribbling from his engulfed cock lubricating her actions and taste the salty bitterness through her dermis. He was already getting close so soon, maybe this was too good. She decided to cool it down a bit and reconstitute her body into something else entirely.
The mass of flesh that lay around him sucked itself up into a tall funnel above his dick, the base of which rested on the bed. She was going to try something else with him, having fun exploring all the things she could make her body do. She began to use as much force as she could to shift her body within the funnel down across his cock and as her pearly flesh flowed with force across it for the first time he took a sharp, deep breath. It was so intense that it bordered on painful, but he wanted it to never stop. The feeling was debilitating, robbing from him his ability to control his body and move. Even his breaths had been taken, instead gasping out whatever air it could command between her motions as the liquids shifted around him.
She changed it up again, not yet satisfied until he was. Going from long, heavy pulsing slams down onto him she moved into a constant flowing circulation around his glans, first from above, shifting and circulating her innards with convection to make a ceaseless sensation of pleasure that he simply couldn't handle. His body jerked around violently on its own as if he was having a seizure and his moans grew guttural rasps that bubbled with uncontrolled spit bubbling from inside his throat.
She went in for the kill, changing that fluid motion vertically to a horizontal ring around the ridge of his glans. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his back arched up completely, pressing against the shifting fluids inside her. He could take no more and let out a tight crackling wheeze as his cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting heavy blasts of cum inside the goo girl. Finally happy, she shifted her form back to her usual and sat upright on the bed, watching as he trembled and jerked around before her as though he'd just been hit with lightning.
"So, how was that?" She smirked from above him, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to give her an answer. For a brief second she was worried that she might have broken him as he quavered, his face flinching and twitching aggressively. It took him a good five minutes to finally recover, but even then he could barely find words heavy enough to impress upon her just how crazy that was.
He had to get some water after it was all done, and made himself some instant noodles to recover a little energy. He wouldn't shut up about how good it was, how incredible all of that felt, but she didn't mind. She felt accomplished, satisfied with the knowledge that she was the one to have done that to him. His life was changed forever, and he'd never be able to go back to a regular girl after experiencing that.
Once he was finally ready to move again the decided to take that walk around the campus after all. He hadn't given her a proper tour, but she'd gotten an idea of where things vaguely were from following him around. They started from the dorm and worked their way around through the hallways and corridors as he pointed out classrooms and labs, sneaking into one to show her how some of the cooler equipment worked. He pointed out an old oscilloscope and explained that the earliest video game was programmed for one of those, he showed her a Van de Graaff generator and toyed around with magnets for a little bit, explaining degaussing on old CRT monitors and getting giddy over the possibility to explain his passions to somebody who was actually willing to listen.
They continued on into the green grounds, walking past the domed rotunda and admiring its columns while a few students tossed a ball around. On they went to a little cafeteria on campus with giggling girls sipping away at glasses of fresh lemonade and milkshakes, dining on crusty sandwiches laden with meat and cheese. It was a wonderful day for everyone to be out, and he was glad they'd made it out too.
They were passing one of the parking lots hand in hand when the thunderous roar of an engine approached at speed. It was a shiny maroon F-350, the kind of pickup truck that wouldn't fit into a parking space properly and was only ever bought by people who didn't actually need a vehicle that large. It was a vehicle that was so large it attempted to compensate for other things that might be a little too small.
It sped past them, narrowly avoiding Aiyana and Jacob but managing to coat them in a fine layer of dust form the carpark. Jacob spluttered as it screeched around into a parking spot, looking on with anger as two young men lazily stepped out in baseball caps turned the wrong way around and lettered jackets. He knew instantly who the driver was; Craig Schafer, one of the attackers on the basketball team. His blonde hair had been shaved down into a perfect fade and he'd taken a line out of one eyebrow for a confusing fashion statement. From one ear hung a crystal stud, and a douchey beard that was far too well trimmed clung to his face like sandpaper.
He gave them an upward nod, apparently seeing nothing wrong with his conduct as he pulled a basketball from the pristine back of the pickup. All that room, all that torque and horsepower, and this was what he was hauling. There was no evidence of dirt or scratches of things being loaded and unloaded, so Jacob knew full well that he was just driving it for show.
Jacob didn't want to cause any trouble. He was just going to let it go and try to enjoy the rest of his day with Aiyana. She had other ideas. "Remember you said I should do some good with my abilities?" She whispered to him, staring at the douchebags. He dropped her a puzzling glance. "Yeah?"
"I think I found my opportunity." She gripped his hand tight and pulled him along, following Craig and his friend down to the basketball courts. She'd begun a skirmish, practicing against each other and taking it in turns to swap the defending and attacking role. They both watched for a moment, Jacob breaking down the forces and angles involved as the ball bounced around and rolled through the hoop.
"You're going to beat them. Both of them... at the same time." Aiyana told him with a glitter in her eyes.
"What, how the hell am I supposed to beat them?" He knew she was up to something. Her lips curled into a sneering grin and her head began to turn a yellow brown, swelling up into a perfect sphere. It sank down onto the rest of her body and soaked it up until there was nothing left but an ordinary looking basketball. "Like this." Said the basketball. He leant down and picked her up, carrying her under one arm. "Just go in there and be real douche, make them look like little girls in comparison."
He had never tried to flaunt dominance over other people before, especially not on purpose like this. His legs trembled and his fingers flickered as his body filled itself with adrenaline at the anticipation and fear of what was to come. "What do I say?" he hissed at Aiyana.r"
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