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Tales of a slow mutation (Antonella's Origins)
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I remember. I was running on a street. I was exhausted. I must have been running for a long time. My heart was pounding. My body was hot. “Something’s wrong.” I thought. I stopped in the middle of the road but my body just kept getting hotter. My hands were sweaty. “How did I get here?” I thought. Everything was dark. I could only hear my heartbeat. I saw a shadowy figure in front of me. She was a girl, my height, but something was different. Her form was warped, mutated. I tried to look closer, but suddenly she started running at me. I screamed!
“AAAAH!” I woke up with a jolt in bed. “What a nightmare…” I said. I was drenched in sweat. I tried to take a deep breath and lie down again.
As soon as I took a breath, I felt a spasm rock my body. It was as if I pulled every muscle in my body. I quickly took my blouse off and saw them. Small lumps forming under my breasts. More lumps on my sides. “I… I’m starting to mutate!” I told myself. I knew it was coming. The doctors said it would happen any day now.
I got up and felt something tug at my panties. It was as if something was stretching them tight, pulling them from behind. I noticed a small lump on my backside. A tail? And are these lumps new breasts and arms? What was I becoming?
It was a slow process. I heard stories of girls suddenly bursting out of their skin as brand new mutants. That wasn’t the case for me. The lumps grew maybe an inch or two each second. I could hear the muscles slurp, the bones crack as they grew. It didn’t hurt. Maybe it was too slow to hurt. It felt… almost orgasmic really.
I saw the lumps start to balloon out, smaller lumps growing on them, fingers that would soon become hands. They twitched. It made me shiver. I watched the new arms grow out, snapping into new elbows, cracking as they formed new shoulders. The feeling of them first moving was a rush. I stayed on my knes enjoying the new sensations. Movement came very natural. It was as if my brain mutated before my body. Maybe that shadowy mutant in my dream was me…
My body felt so good I almost lost consciousness. I gripped tightly onto the sheets with my upper arms. My new fingers were almost fully formed. They cracked as they moved for the first time. I put them in front of my face, moving them with a silent awe.
I could hear slurps from behind me as my tail continued to grow. It wasn’t quite as natural, but I could feel it slithering down my leg. It felt good.
I turned my attention back to my four new arms. I tried to move the middle pair. It was hard. They didn’t want to move separately from my other arms at first, but I started to get used to it. I continued “practicing” with my new limbs. It felt so good to move them. I had never imagined that simply moving your arms could feel so good. They were just so sensitive.
I looked down to my chest. The new lumps had blossomed into full breasts, growing slightly bigger with each breath. New nipples formed with slight pinching sensations. I shakily moved my lower hands to cup a new pair. My god it felt amazing. The pleasure from simply touching them was unreal.
I wasted no time, tossing aside my bra. I arched my back and looked in the mirror. Six arms. Six breasts. I was a beauty of a mutant.
Then something peculiar happened at the end of my growing tail. It was as if a pressure grew, and with it a bulge. I found myself pushing, as it grew more and more. New eyes opened, a new mouth started breathing, even new hair grew. Before I knew it, I had another head at the end of my new tail.
My mind was like a tsunami as a wave of new thoughts crashed inside me. The sound in the room intensified. I was getting vision from two pair of eyes at once. I tried to say “this is so strange” but I hear it twice, like everything in my head was an echo.
I raised a free hand to stroke the cheek of my new face. I could feel it perfectly. My new eyes looked up at me. I could see me… seeing myself. I closed my eyes and concentrated. “This is my head” came one pair of thoughts. “This is my tail” came the other. With practice, I could hear each individually, though they both happened at the same time. It was almost… comforting, to always be beside myself, to have me be my own companion.
I crawled on all eight limbs like some bizarre spider, reaching the table and grabbing my phone. I passed it from hand to hand until it reached my lower hands. I showed it to my tail head. It could see the screen perfectly. I used my lower hands to surf the net a bit without looking with my original. It was a good way to break the new head in, so to speak. It was like living two parallel lives. I could think and speak and do whatever I wanted with one head while doing something completely different.
“This is incredible!” I thought. But there was something more interesting to my tail head than the phone. It was the wetness in my panties. I took them off, stripping naked to look at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t imagine that this body, the six arms, the many breasts, were all mine. Yet somehow, I felt like I had this body my whole life.
My libido had skyrocketed. My two heads looked at each other. “We should do it!” I thought in tandem. “We? “ I hesitated. Why did I say that? Am I still me?
Now wasn’t the time for thinking about that. I leaned back on the bed, supporting myself with my upper arms. I guided my tail up so that it reached my face, looking at me close up. My lower arms stroked down my thigh and gently teased over my pussy lips while my middle arms fondled my breasts.
My tail head moved in and touched lips to lips. I kissed myself. Pleasure ran through my body. It was a chill, an electricity surging through my entire being too powerful to describe. I fell onto my back and started fondling my breasts harder. I caressed my tail head with one of my upper arms. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. It was kissing another person, twice, and she was me. I was a good kisser. I just didn’t know how good.
My phone rang. I looked over. It was my boss. I reached over, hit the power button and turned my phone off, throwing it to the floor. I’ll be taking today off I think. After all, I need to “practice” with my new body.
