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“-gh.”
“l-” Someone was saying something in her dream. She barely recognized it, too busy standing behind the counter, looking for someone whose name and face had been scrubbed clean. Her eyes kept flicking to the clock, expecting them to show up, but the minute hand refused to move. Typical.
“-EIGH.”
Whatever they were saying kind of sounded like her name. It didn’t sound like the person she’d gone and forgotten though, so she ignored it.
“LEIGH!”
Leigh surfaced gracelessly from her sleep, faintly aware of the cooling drool on her face, the world around her swimming into view in splotches. She felt touch, and just as quickly it was gone, probably just a feeble attempt to rouse her. She yawned, stretching her limbs unnaturally wide, before rolling over in her makeshift floor bed. Sam was looking at her with their disgustingly doe eyes, looking even more on edge than they normally did.
“whaizzit?” The question sludged into a barrage of sound, but was still understood, judging by the way Sam's face pinched in response.
“Hellen’s gone and barricaded herself in one of the apartments. Do you think you could use the beast to bust a door open?”
Leigh had been expecting the bother to be something more to the tune of, “watch this kid”, “i saw something weird so watch out”, or some other equally banal request/comment which she’d ignore in favor of saying something cryptic and going right back to sleep. She sat up quickly in her little nest, scaring Sam with how fast she put them nose-to-nose.
“What? Whaaat??” she giggled darkly.
“Fuck did you say to her to make her that mad?”
She’d meant it more as a joke, but her giggles ramped up into snorts as Sam's face darkened, eyes darting away from her own piercing gaze.
“N-Nothing! I don’t- well.” they rubbed the back of their neck sheepishly.
“So you did do something.”
“No!” Sam spoke loudly, before looking around the quiet room full of sleeping bodies, and consequently adjusting their volume in their embarrassment.
“No, I just. Don’t think I should talk about it.”
“Aw what, too pussy to go chase after your pet attack dog?”
Their face twisted, tone dropping into a hiss.
“I’m not. Cursed.”
Ouch.
“Fucks that supposed to mean.” She spit right back. her smile was strained.
“That’s what she told me before she left, when I was trying to figure out what was wrong.”
A couple of gears clicked in her head.
“Aww, so ms mean got a little butthurt about some of her changes, huh? Don’t worry Sammy, I'll make sure she's not wasting away in whatever hole she's crawled into, heh heh.”
“Wait, Leigh-”
It seemed Sam was correctly sensing that Leigh was about to take a hammer to a situation that needed a pencil at best, but she knew they were much too chicken to try stopping her, nor go out alone at this time of night. In no time at all she’d gotten out into the hall, and was checking doorknobs. Memory told her that she was probably holed up in the ex-party animals place, and sure enough, the doorframe had been quickly barricaded. It looked like Hellen had dragged the fridge in front of the door, and had no doubt stacked some other ridiculously heavy bullshit to ward off any potential snoops.
She giggled at the audacity. As if that would ever stop the beast from getting in. She dropped to all fours. Her shoulders sank first, bowing to the floor with the weight of new limbs, arms leading out to hands which blossomed grinning orifices. Her spine and pelvis twisted next, moving up and outward to allow it to expand, become sturdier to support the weight of her new form. She panted, the noise growing louder as more mouths bloomed open, grinning and letting their tongues loll out in turn. Transforming turned thinking into a struggle, but she managed to hone in enough to limit the size in which she grew, only barely stopping from bashing her head into the ceiling. The awkward half state still gave her decent power, and it enabled her to topple over the fridge, couch and dishwasher blocking the doorframe. The halfway state was also easier to slide free from, and as she packed her lopsided form back into the unnerving little shell she loved so much, she grinned. She wanted to be fully cognizant as she teased Hellen for scaring Sam, all because she wanted to go and act like a little baby. Being cursed was the shit, and leagues better than being a human to boot - so what was there to fuss about?
In the apartment, what struck her as slightly odd was the lack of sound. It made sense, technically, since they did wipe the floor with the small fry that'd been holed up here, but after noisily unblocking the living space, there was nothing. No admonishment, no yelling, not even a peep coming from the woman who'd barricaded herself in.
She didn’t feel worried though. The motherfucker was too tough to go and die on them.
“Anyone hoooome?” She called, tone mocking and juvenile. Leigh stalked through the kitchen, into the living room. Glass shards crunched under her feet, her limbs toughened to the point where it just crushed the debris into dust. She wandered past the broken tv, near where all the bedrooms were, excited to bust some doors down and maybe even get the jump on the maniac.
“I know your iiiiin heeeere.”
Somewhere within the apartment, came the telltale noise of shattering glass. Leigh's hand had just been hovering over the knob to the bedroom door, when the bathroom door flung open with enough force to embed the knob in the wall with a harsh CRUNCH.
She flinched (old lame human habits died hard) and felt her soul nearly leave her body as Hellen loomed in the doorframe, her own cursed status not sparing her from the weird aura Hellen radiated.
Her nudity only set her more on edge, unclothed body screaming POWER in every crease, every line of her form. The woman was naked as the day she was born save for her mask and boots. a string of jealousy and arousal threaded through her, and when she finally scrambled to look Hellen in the eyes, all she could see was rage. She maintained eye contact until a flicker of movement near Hellens crotch caught her gaze.
Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head at the sight - the seams and spirals that dotted the maniac's body hadn’t spared her pussy. The normal lips had been replaced with a crevice, dotted at the top with a very thick clit. Around, the flesh had darkened to nearly black, both sets of labia having merged into dark gums, which butted together to give the illusion of a set of teeth. The way they fit together was jagged, and some smaller eyes sprouted from the gums. It kind of reminded her of a zipper. An intense wave of jealousy flooded through her - she had just gotten a normal mouth, Hellen’s set up was so much more interesting. She prayed that she had some kind of lame-ass tongue, so she could at least get that high ground.
Kind of caught up in the moment, her mouth ran before her brain could catch up.
“You have one too? Lucky, I was getting nervous I was the only one.”
Her usual teasing tone was lost in confusion and slight glee. Under her pants, she licked her chops. down, girl, she thought.
While Hellen couldn't narrow her eyes anymore, jittering tended to mean the same thing. It was like her eyes' natural rotating movement was being stalled, representing a type of tension and annoyance. many many arguments had clued Leigh in on this, and she recognized the movement as the larger woman stared her down.
“...What.”
It seemed she might have actually said the right thing, considering that Hellen hadn't whipped out her cleaver to do her in yet. stifling down the creeping terror that came with Hellens presence, Leigh shuffled forward slightly. She doubted Hellen would just accept what she said at face value, so she resolved to make them both even.
“I’m not lying, look!”
Cramming down her arousal, she yanked her pants off and hiked her shirt up, making Hellen and her slightly more equal in the nudity department. The larger woman did not object, and allowed her eyes to linger on Leigh's form the same way that Leigh had been ogling her prior.
Her cunt had been changed - the lips had morphed, permanently grinning to expose the teeth that had replaced her labia minora. The surrounding area had changed color as well, taking on more of a navy color with areas of bright blue, as opposed to the darker brown it had been before.
Leigh giggled at Hellens concentrated face.
“That's not even the best part. Check this out.”
With a little bit of effort, she stuck her tongue out. The muscle tapered off into a prehensile, if slightly skinny hand, which she used to flip Hellen off. Her chuckles petered off into a gasp as Hellens pussy spiralled open, a tendril flashing out to flick at Leigh's hand. The action must have been reflexive, as Hellen jerked back, a hand going to cover her crotch and block the offending limb from doing anything else. It almost hurt with how turned on it made Leigh, and she swallowed a disgusting amount of spit in order to scramble back some scraps of her dignity.
“Heh, excited huh?” she croaked, shooting for bravado but coming off as nothing but deliriously horny.
Hellen's head jerked up from where she’d been studying her own crotch, no doubt confused by the new structure, how it was acting on its own.
“Aw, don’t be shy. I can handle a bit of roughhousing - if your game, of course.” She hurriedly added, trying to make sense of this encounter, if show and tell was the only thing on the table. Hellen stared at Leigh silently, before dropping her hand from where it'd been covering her crotch. She approached Leigh, keeping eye contact as they both stumbled until the back of Leigh's knees hit the abandoned bed. Leigh sprawled over it, and Hellen climbed on it after her, the frame groaning ominously. Her heart raced as her pussy drooled incessantly, tongue now lolling out to pant hot air against Hellens stomach, their size difference even more apparent now that the woman was draping herself over her. The part of her brain that wanted to be the biggest and the baddest was getting ignored in favor of reveling in the moment, lust winning out as she sniffed and licked the woman in front of her, nosing into her neck to bite at the spiralling flesh. Her fingers slipped into Hellens seams that lined her arms, her torso, thumbing around eye sockets and into gums frantically. Hellens mask was still on, but the sound of haggard panting was barely muffled as the whole of her large body strained with the brunt of its lust. Her seams bit at Leigh as well, and she giggled and moaned in equal turn as her own bites were matched, deep marks blooming across her body. Hellen had boxed her in, her large chest pressed up against her flatter one, but kept her crotch just out of reach, kneeling to keep them from coming into contact. Leigh felt her mind go hazy with touch, almost high on the pleasure and pain being given to her.
Eventually, Hellen let up her onslaught, peeling back to sit in between Leigh's legs to admire her handiwork. spiralling patterns of teethmarks bloomed across her body, trailing around and along her curves like rope burn. Her shockingly blue clit had become engorged, standing to attention as her pussy drooled below it, making quite a mess of her own crotch as the tongue reached out, twisting on itself for any form of contact. It begged for touch, since Leigh herself could only pant and whine, beyond words at this point.
Hellen smoothed a hand onto her inner thigh, thumbing along a particularly harsh bite before going to grip her hips. Her grip was firm and unyielding, an unspoken reminder that she was in charge as she pressed her mouth against Leighs, her large clit bullying Leighs own. Her pussy's throat swallowed reflexively from the pleasure, temporarily closing from reflex. She struggled to rest on her arms to get a better look, and couldn't help a giggle at the sight of Hellen staring intently at where they were pressed together, drool dripping from underneath her mask like a leaky faucet. Hellens crotch was also stained with her own drool, her own mouth-crease-hybrid situation straining with arousal. Before she could make a quip or urge Hellen to get on with things before she bust like a teenager, the same tendril from before made an appearance, joined now by two others. They curled against each other, slotting in an odd way until something clicked in Leigh's mind. Hellen hadn't spontaneously grown cool freaky tentacles, like she thought - no, her tongue had just spiralled into pieces, like the rest of her body. The muscle was now segmented and lined with teeth, but seemed to be able to coalesce back into a whole if Hellen willed it. She would have mused further, if That was the reason why she'd run off in the first place, or was naked or some other shit, but that train of thought got horrifically derailed as Hellens tongue lapped at her clit, pushing her thick hood back. She let out a pathetic whine hiccup giggle combo at that, and Hellens eyes snapped to her (surprised, nervous like she had been before?) and Leigh grabbed encouragingly at her before she could retreat, fearing herself yet again. Tentatively, Hellen used her tongue to feel Leigh out, warming herself up to the motions and driving Leigh slightly mad, before dipping into her mouth proper. Leigh took it as a sign to go ahead, and used what little restraint she had to not shove her own tongue down Hellens seam thing at the first chance she got.
Still, she wasn't exactly famous for her restraint nor stellar behaviour, and with a bit of mischievous glee she used her tongue to pick at the seams in Hellens own, wedging her fingers between crevices lined with sharp teeth until she threatened to bleed. Hellen stilled as Leigh explored, trying to keep a handle on herself as she trembled, her panting and drooling growing under her ministrations. The reflexive clenching caused her teeth to gently bite at Leigh's exploring hand, inadvertent little nips which she giggled at. Hellens hold had loosened, and she scooted forward.
“Cmon’, don’t tell me you're too chicken to give me a kiss?” she goaded, wrapping her legs around Hellens waist as she pursed all her sets of lips to make exaggerated kissy noises at the woman, smirking at the way her eyes oscillated in her skull. She didn’t have the upper hand for long, yelping as Hellen yanked her closer, so fast that their teeth clinked together. The taller woman huffed, the press of their mouths strange but electrifying, much more sensitive than it was when she hadn’t been cursed. Leigh's tongue-hand groped her teeth and gums, feeling around the transformed flesh with interest. She hesitated before going any deeper than surface level touching, until Hellen snuck her own hand down, pinching the tiny digits to lead it into her. In turn, Hellens thick tongue slid into Leigh, the teeth sometimes scraping against her walls in a way that made her toes curl, especially when up against the one spot under her clit. Her hips rolled into the onslaught, and she struggled to work to please Hellen in turn.
She found that nudging at the spongy spot within Hellen didn't do much besides get her to huff just a little. Hellen reacted better the deeper she went, huffs turning into little stifled moans and jerks of her hips if she stroked at her cervix, the walls around it. It was fun to toy with her, tease all of what made her tick right out of her. It was uniquely satisfying, feeling the way their bodies pressed into each other, hearing the wet smack as they pressed and licked, basking in all the ways they'd been changed. Her grin wobbled as Hellen began to trace patterns into her sweet spot with her tongue, experience winning out over the learning curve of having new equipment. That alone could have easily brought her to the edge, but when Hellen snuck some fingers to her clit, a hand to cup under her still clothed breast, she was done for, her own tongue retreating to her mouth. She felt but didn't register her teeth sinking in, chattering in time with her walls fluttering and a wave of drool spilling out.
Where most may have run away screaming at getting bit after their partner orgasmed, Leigh felt Hellens grip get tighter, her hips canting INTO the pain as opposed to away from it, the woman panting so hard into her mask Leigh nearly had half the mind to rip it off her so she didn't pass out.
Once Leigh regained her bearings, her tongue slipped out again, hand wrapping around Hellens sizeable clit. She giggled lazily as she pushed back the other woman's hood, flicking at the throbbing length with no small amount of playfulness, more than entertained by the way the larger woman panted under her touch. The hand was small enough to wrap around the clit, and properly jerk the oversized body part, a fact which Hellen enjoyed if her rolling eyes were anything to go by. The noises were sickeningly slick, and despite having just came Leigh could feel her own clit throbbing, eager to go again. She ignored it, intent on one upping Hellen or at least getting them even, since the other woman managed to get the drop on her. She focused on the way Hellen felt, Hellen tasted under her, allowing the sensation to carry her into doing a good job. She liked how hard Hellen was for her, how much she was throbbing and looking at her. She wanted to reach down and bite her so badly. She wanted to be bitten into a pulp, until she could barely be knit back together. She wanted to know if Hellen would squirt for her, since her urethra was still intact (her own had clumped together, somewhere) wanted to see if she could coax it out of her or if Hellen would let her wring it out, let her drive her to edge until she couldn't take it.
Instead of any of that, she pulled her lower mouth free, tucking her head between Hellens thighs instead. Hellen groaned with impatience, but sunk a hand into her hair quickly, nearly tearing at her scalp with the force in which she was stuffed into her crotch. She smelled like salt and earth, fresh yet slightly stale at the same time. Her original mouth had the best sense of taste out of all of them, and the taste was even better than the smell. she moaned around Hellens clit, hands raking lines of red into her thick bulging thighs. Hellens hands grabbed at her even harder at that, almost bruising her skull, nose threatening to crunch where it was smothered into her delightfully squishy pubis. She giggled around her mouthful, delighted at how desperate Hellen was. She sucked around the throbbing length a little longer, before it ocurred to her what would really seal the deal for freak she was fucking. Her teeth worried the edge of Hellens hood, front teeth pinching at her exposed clit with force. Her nose really did break as Hellen face fucked her, hips pushing and grinding in until a sickening POP echoed out, the woman refusing to let up until she stopped throbbing and drooling. It made Leigh giddy and excited, the feeling of warm blood on her face, the bloom of pain and the satisfaction of giving causing her own crotch to tighten, clenching around a tiny orgasm of her own. When Hellen pulled her away she felt lightheaded, as the streaking of blood gave the illusion she actually had bit her up, got the go ahead to tear and gnaw on her most tender spot.
It made her shiver with delight, as the warm stream dripped through the loose neck of her shirt, down her small chest and into the mouths her nipples had become. Hellen was enraptured by the sight of blood - her pupils had bloomed to the size of dinner plates, and if she had a tail Leigh was certain it would have been thump thump thumping away into the bed. She roughly snickered, before pulling up her shirt to tease the maniac more, the glistening blood framing her chest nicely.
“Got some more in you, freak?”
The force in which Hellen snatched her collar tore her shirt into further ribbons, and they spent the next few hours pleasurably mauling each other.