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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:58 pm
He stiffened, anger bubbling up inside him, but he didn't seem to have the energy for it, deflating again. When he spoke, his voice was as hoarse and low as it had been, used up by his previous screams. "I aint killin' anyone. Aint touchin' anyone. Bugger off."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:02 pm
She stared hard at him for a bit before finally deciding he wasn't a threat and sitting down to finish eating her dinner. The condition of him and his voice kept her alert though. Something wasn't right...
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:05 pm
He had turned to start walking towards a table when he stopped short suddenly, pain shooting through him, under his skin. It was as though his blood had decided to begin boiling, ready to strip his skin from his flesh. He gave a sharp pained cry, his tray clattering to the floor as he grabbed his chest as though to grab his heart and try to calm it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:12 pm
Antony gasped suddenly as he dropped his tray, the clattering noises amplified by the near empty cafeteria. Her first instinct was to run, but she simply stood up sharply and backed away from Billy. It had yet to hit her that he was changing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:20 pm
"Ahh..." He stumbled backwards, catching himself on a table, "Ahh, feckin'..." What at first appeared to be bruses started spreading over his exposed arms, and he stared in choked horror as they continued to grow, devouring his normal skin. Suddenly, he cried out, his arms flailing as leaned against the table, the blue ebbing and arching, branching in tiny veins over him, and he could feel the terrible piercing brun of his muscles shifting and changing against his steadily weakening bones that sent subtle creaks to his ears.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:27 pm
Her eyes widened as he stumbled, but soon realized what was happening. He was changing. Slowly, a sort of smile came across her features as she took a few steps closer towards Billy. "Maybe now you'll believe us," Antony stated simply, eyes watching him closely with a sort of sadistic pleasure.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:34 pm
"I... I din'-" He started, stammering as he raised his trembling hands, watching in horror as the blue, searing flesh took over, "What... what-" He cried again as there was a crack and a pop, his fingers twitching and sealing together, leaving only his pointer and thumb and a thick mass of mitten-like flesh. He yelped, falling to the ground with a cry, the changes spreading faster as he kicked his legs, his toes following suit, the blue spreading to his cheaks. He tore at his shirt, his chest on fire as his skin seemed to eject his body hair, and he managed to rip the buttons open, leaving it exposed. His arms were fully grey blue now, and rubbery, covered in dark, shifting veins through the semi translucent surface, deep purple markings spreading and shifting under the surface.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:53 pm
A part of her wanted to pity him, to scurry to his side and try and comfort him, but those thoughts were immediately stamped out and pushed aside. She hated him, and Antony couldn't bear to help him in any way shape or form. Besides, all she had to do was remember him yanking on her 'fur belt' and asking her to take her ugly pelt off.
Antony had a hard time hiding her cringe from him, not that he'd notice it anyways, but the transformation looked so utterly painful.
Her face contorted back and forth from shock, to horror, and to pleasure. She didn't know what to do...
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:03 pm
He gulped in air, gasping and groaning, rubbing his mutated, nailess fingers over his arms and rubbing his legs together feircely as welts began to bubble up under his changed skin along the tender part of his underarms and legs in twin straight lines, bubbling and budding and thickening up through the surface only to grotesquely pop free with a spray of clear blue mucussy discharge- suckers. After they formed and streignthened themselves on his skin, he lay on the floor in shock, panting and gasping for breath. There was a moment where he thought it was done.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:18 pm
She just stood there, eyes wide and unable to tear away from the transforming man writhing on the floor in front of her. Her dinner nearly came up and out of her when she saw the suckers pop out, and she had to close her eyes and will the food to stay down. The noises finally stopped, and Antony cautiously opened her eyes, which narrowed on Billy's changed body.
The tattooed woman also thought he was done, and she cautiously took a few steps forward.
"How does it feel to no longer be completely human a*****e?" She hissed, red eyes boring into him angrily. Her voice held no compassion, and even if she was feeling any, Antony wasn't about to let on that she was. She hated him, and that was that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:26 pm
He gave a panted wimper, unable to speak but befor he could draw another breath, the skin of his chest and stomach visibly crawled, his back arching as he gave a pained scream, clawing at his open front as the blue spread to the fronto fhis shoulders and the muscles just below his navel, swelling and budding and twisting. His flesh seethed, cells duplicating, stringing together, spinning, twisting, like fresh tongues surging upward, flailing and wrything as they too budded the same twin rows of suckers. And he screamed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:48 pm
Her tails bristled out like pipe cleaner at his scream, unable to turn her eyes away as his skin utterly crawled. A shocked yell vaulted from her lips as four new limbs simply exploded from his torso moments later, and she stumbled backwards.
The squirrel was panicking, and now, so was she. Tripping somewhat, Antony fell backwards and immediately scurried further from him. "WHAT THE ********!?" She cried, eyes wide as plates as her breathes became raspy and strained.
"What the ********?!" She muttered, voice sounding something like a pained whimper. Antony didn't know what was going on, but she was in shock and the fact that she hated Billy was utterly forgotten.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:53 pm
He lay on his back, trembling, his limbs and fresh tentacles twitching occasionally, fallen limp over his body and the floor. His mouth hung open, his back trembling and convulsing as he gulped for air, his lungs locked in his utter shock.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:09 pm
And then he stopped breathing and started to convulse in such a way that Antony suddenly got worried. She hesitated to help him, torn between her hate for him and her empathy for his change.
In the end, she couldn't just leave him to choke to death, as much as it'd make a slice of her soul ever so happy.
She scurried over to him on her hands and knees cautiously till she was at his side. "Calm down," she hissed, pausing as she tried to figure out what to do to help. In the end, Antony ended up pulling his torso into her lap as best she could, careful of his new... tentacles?
"Shhh, breathe..." The squirrel woman shushed him in a rough voice, attempting to comfort him somehow without giving into the urge to choke him. Hesitating a moment, Antony reached a hand to push his bangs out of his face.
No one had to know she was capable of being nice...
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:18 pm
"Ah-" He gasped, legs kicking in a ceizure like movement, the tentacles twitching and spasming. He managed to suck in a slight breath befor crying out again in terror, his wide grey eyes bulging further still as he reached his hands up to see them, choking and gagging as he turned them forward and back to stare in horror at their blue shiny skin and tuckers covering his palms and what was left of his fingers. "Ah... ah... ach... ah..."
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