Blog Flash: Jessica

Disclaimer: This fictional story is meant for adults only: 18+. It contains highly sexual themes, many of which may not even be possible. For adults, enjoy!

Author’s Note: This blog flash also serves as a prequel to Latexica, which was inspired by the Blog Flash Shiny Black. Elements of this were also inspired by another story by the author Eight88. Enjoy!

 

Blog Flash: Jessica

 

Looking at myself in my bathroom mirror, I finally felt no conflict toward what I yearned to do. It’s hard to explain in any rational way. How could any Human explain a total renunciation of their humanity?

I fell to this path be sheer chance, accident. After waking up from a half remembered dream not long after dressing myself in this Full Body Latexica Suit, I had an incredible urge to learn what this suit could really do. It told me without question: The Full Body Suit by Latexica, inc, is capable of changing the user’s physical form, including DNA, with limitations including gender change. In continued with a warning: If the user opts to change physical form, including DNA, beyond simple muscle enhancement, the suit must never be removed, because DNA alteration requires fusion with the users skin, thereby ensuring the user’s circulatory system is connected with the Latexica. Genetic alteration is irreversible.

I then asked it if others had done such changes. It again answered without question. The suit even showed me where many of those others were.

Though still uncertain after the queries, I worked to design what could be my future self. I knew where I wanted to go; I had a general idea of the form. It took some negotiation, due to the suits limitations, but I soon came upon an image I would accept.

Now that I was certain, I bought myself a one way ticket to Brazil. I didn’t even tell anyone I was going. I just not longer cared. Someone will soon file a missing persons report, likely learning my of my plane ticket, but they will never know exactly where I went, let alone what I am about to do to myself.

Once I went through customs, without luggage to their confusion, I rented an old Jeep in cash. I drove to the edge of the rainforest. I walked out of the Jeep. I had on no clothing since I left, but that was culturally accepted, when one wore Latexica. My nipples were currently hidden, as were my asshole and vagina. The color I set was a pale green to subtly tease myself until I did the deed.

As part of the transformation program I created, I ensured that the process will be slow, memorable, and not painful. I needed to remember every detail clearly of my renouncing of humanity. I even had a small mirror!

Standing before the rainforest next to the car, I called up the transformation sequence. The suit automatically gave me the expected warning, which I accepted.

First, the suit’s color darkened, while developing darker stripes along my body, giving me natural camouflage. The covering of my nipples faded, showing my full breasts as they truly are. Then, I started to feel the suit tighten, for lack of better words. I could almost feel it fuse with my skin, and my blood invisibly start to flow through it. For a brief second, my breathing was heavy and erratic, but the suit quickly eased my respiration, while it began to rewrite my DNA with my blood flowing through it.

I suddenly dropped my mirror. My hands started to feel strange, and I brought them to my face. My hands grew slightly longer and more slender in appearance, while nails grew to become long, tough, sharp, gray claws. I could then see and feel my arm and shoulder muscles became far more developed and efficient.

My hips then felt very strange. Feeling and seeing the growing muscle mass, the suit compelled me to go to all fours. I did so without second thought, positioning my face over the mirror. My fingers curled inward impulsively, while I leaned on my palms. On my knees, I looked back to see and feel my feet almost but not quite follow suit with my hands. While my big toes did not become thumbs, all my elongating toes with their growing claws became far more prehensile. On impulse, I shifted my weight to the elongated toes, and let my knees naturally position themselves above my waist. I could walk and run faster than any Human on all fours, while I could still easily walk on two legs if necessary. There were still alterations to come, which would ensure my special movement.

My suit almost put me into a state of pure orgasmic bliss to ensure the next part was painless. My neck and body began to stretch, elongate, while blatant muscles began to form along. I repositioned my hands as necessary. Extra vertebrae began to form to accommodate the increased length, while extra sets of ribs formed for the same reason. Then, my tailbone began to separate into further vertebrae, capable of supporting a real tail. The moment the change was complete, a large, prehensile tale began to form, growing vertebrae within it. I looked back to witness my striped tail’s growth with a large smile. I swung it back and forth happily the moment it was fully formed.

I could then feel my head and mouth and eyes feel strange. Looking into the mirror, I could already see that my brown eyes were completing their color shift to turquoise, while my vision improved to far better than twenty-ten acuity. My hair fell away, before I brushed it off the mirror with my partly reptilian hands. This allowed me to better see my ears grow and become pointy in shape, while my hearing improved as dramatically as my vision. While my teeth sharpened (developing more as well), my face began to lengthen almost around my nose, developing into a long, proud snout with two slits for nostrils. Breathing deep through them, I found myself capable of smelling long distances, and a greater sensitivity and understanding of all the scent I could acquire. At the same time, my tongue lengthened considerably.

I breathed a long, satisfied smile, my physical transformation being complete. After stretching my elongated body (opening my pussy), I began to masturbate wildly in celebration. I flipped my tail up toward me to worship the new, thick appendage. At the same, the final part of the transformation programed initiated. While not necessarily suppressing my Human memories and emotions, all the proper, more animalistic instincts were enhanced and clarified. My thoughts became simpler, cleaner, more vivid. Impulsively, I sucked off the end of my tail, and with my spit as lube, I swung it around, and shoved it into my dripping pussy. I moved it in and out as much as I could, while I wiggled it wildly within me. My G-spot was the focus. I moaned and cooed widely, digging my claws deep into the dirt.

While not the intention consciously, the program made me fall in love with myself. I saw no problem with it, especially through how I could fuck myself with my own tail! Besides, there was nothing else like me. That was the point. In perfect acceptance and understanding of what I became, I screamed in squirting orgasm all over my tail, and blacked out …

I eventually awoke. It was still day, barely. A distinct hunger hit me. Sniffing mindfully, a feast was not far away. I stood up on all fours, and excitedly ran into the mysterious rainforest …

The Haunted Detective

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“So, how are you feeling today, Detective Sundry?” The pleasant, attractive clinical psychologist asked. I met her before. She often worked with police officers for both therapy and consulting.

“All right, I suppose,” I answered. There was a feeling of confusion and even loss. “I feel like I’ve lost something. Not quite sure how to describe it … How long have I been here?”

“Four months tomorrow. Now, could you elaborate on that feeling?”

‘Four months?’ I thought to myself. I almost couldn’t believe I was in a sanitarium for four months! “I’m having trouble remembering why I’m here. It’s like a part of my life has become a giant blur. I seem to remember some missing persons case; I remember something about getting soaked in a river, I think; I even just barely remember coming here.” I felt comfortable with her, and I was sure we talked in some capacity since I arrived.

“Yes, one of the reasons you are here has to do with memory issues,” she said calmly. “However, that issue has evolved. This is the most lucid you have been since you first came here. It is not surprising that you feel a degree of confusion. Now that you are capable of these normal sessions, we will work to recover what we can, before we get to the the real reason you are here.”

“Why am I here?” I asked, feeling a great discomfort.

“One step at a time, Detective Sundry,” she stated with a hint of worry, while brushing her black hair from her face. “I know your instincts as a detective are pushing you to the core of the matter, but we must be careful. You do not want a relapse.”

She was being very direct with me, and knew that directness was something I respected. I nodded in agreement.

Reality Manipulator 1

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“Reality Manipulator? What that hell did I get myself into, Dr. Reynolds?” professional photographer Jack Milano asked almost lightly.

“You asked for a new edge in your work, Jack, and I obliged!” Dr. Tony Reynolds replied matter-of-factly. “But, I must warn you that there are variables. To make this thing for you and Arripio Photographic, I tapped into powers no layman fully understands. It’s science, but Cosmic Power relating to the digital seems very loose somehow, while overall Cosmic Power is highly bound.”

“What do you mean? How did you learn how to apply that ‘science’?”

“My sources asked they not be named, and I don’t think I’ll be experimenting with their science again. It’s too much for me to grasp fully without going in further, which I am unwilling to do. I was lucky to succeed with this one Camera.”

Jack sighed, and asked, “Have you tested it yet?”

“Not to its fullest extent. I can assure you that it will make the most advanced pictures anyone will see for decades. However, I’m not, well, objective enough to test it fully. You came by at the right time, right place at that conference on photography, so it will be you to be the first to see what this thing can really do …”

Request Accepted

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Dr. Andre Jackson
Brenham College of New Hampshire
Library and Archives Department
Brookbridge, NH

Dear Zane Mallords

Your request to borrow the Liber Lubidinum for your doctoral research is a difficult one. The book has not been removed from its case for several years, and our archives are normally for reference purposes only, unless under special circumstances. I did personally examine the book, and came to the conclusion that it is in sufficient condition for travel. It is inexplicably in better shape than anything else in our archive. It is university policy that if a book or document is borrowed from the archive that the borrower must take it themselves. There is also documentation that must be signed in person on the same day. I look forward to seeing you, Mr Mallords.

Sincerely,

Dr. Andre Jackson
Archives Director
Brenham College Library and Archives Department