Symbiotic - TG

Strawberry glanced around the corner, puckering her lips a little bit in anticipation.  Her arm was already drooping, curving downward unnaturally as it slowly morphed into pink goop, clinging to the hair that clothed her; she was going to have to hurry before she was out of time.

She could hear her pray come around the corner. A messy girl with a drink, who had spent the night playing three men against each  other for a few extra sips of free alcohol. The drunken haze would make it easier to get in and out without any scars to the girls memory.

The footsteps came closer and she shot her hands out, gripping the top of a shirt and pulling to her. A gray shirt instead of a pink blouse, and a flat chest instead of round breasts; she growled in disgust.  "A male," she whispered. Her legs were pooling, goo sliding from her groin; no time. She brought his lips to her.

"Wh-What-"

"No time," she murmured, again, her tongue sliding inside his mouth, and moving down his throat. It melted into slime as he tried to shout, sliding down his throat. His hands passed through her, hair swallowing his flesh whole when he tried to push her away. She hated it when they were sober.

He was muttering something. Trying to say something through her flesh, even as she crept down his throat.  She couldn't stop to hear it. She had to slide faster, instead, moving slowly down him until his eyes rolled back and his knees collapsed, slipping the last drop of herself down into his body and working her way through his veins.

His body jerked on the floor, the flesh pulling itself inwards. It jerked again, light purple liquid leaking from the flesh. It glistened against his skin, sensitizing it until he wreathed on the floor. Lying on the ground hurt. Staying in his clothes hurt. He pulled at them, the cloth scratching agony across his skin as his shifting form ripped and healed, bones sliding into lace inside. He couldn't breathe. He had no need to breathe.

His body arched, the sidewalk biting into the naked skin of his arms for a moment as he pushed himself up. His pants slid to the ground in a heat, digging into his flesh hard enough to make him scream; the air felt like cold knives slicing at him.

His body bulged, purple liquid leaking from his nipples as the flesh shifted. He gasped, his head thrown back as the waves of brown hair crept down his flesh. It felt good. It felt wonderful, a solid shield against the wind that slid delicately across his form. He shivered beneath the makeshift blanket, feeling it bounce up and down against his breast with shudder after shudder.

His sides caved in with a hiss of pain, his hips and bottom expanding as his face twisted. He stumbled again, shorter than he had been. He stumbled again trying to stay on his feet as the wooziness of his groin being inverted passed. He could feel the flesh inside him, melting away into something new. A long finger pointed inwards towards his groin, and then pulled out.

A pain rippled across his body as first the tail, and then the two wings spread across his form, spreading. He moaned as split, a soft sound that rolled across his tongue and filled the blankness of his mind. His eyes closed back to enjoy the feel of it, the hair sliding across his skin as he tossed his back, his fingers clutching against his skin to absorb the luscious sensations. He breathed in, and then out.

The first thought broke the miasma with a startled "ow." More came, in a flood, the facial features shifting as Strawberry's began to shine through. She stretched a little, trying not to twitch too much when the breasts pushed further out, groaning a little at the feel of them moving up and down. She rubbed a hand against one lightly, wincing. "Next time, I'm taking the clothes off of them first…"

She stretched a little, pushing her bottom up in the air to test the feel of it as she searched his mind for a suitable name to give the new form. "Strawberry Cheesecake," she muttered after  a moment, holding back a giggle.

The last thing he had said. She checked that, too, smiling when she came across his girlfriend's name. She rubbed her breast lightly with a hand, smiling softly on the off chance some part of him could hear her. "Don't worry; I just need a host for four hours; so let's go find missus drunk and have some fun, 'kay?"