Note: This piece was comissioned by the amazing R4, whose Tumblr is here: https://r4drawings.tumblr.co
Rayleah loved these summer nights, where she could sit at her desk with the french doors that led out to her balcony wide open, watching the sun as it nestled down into the horizon in watercolor blurs. She would turn off all the lights in her room, light a candle, and leave the curtains partially closed in such a way that they would drift in the wind, brushing the floor softly. The lighting and the soft noises relaxed Rayleah like nothing else.
Rayleah was studying ahead of time for the advanced classes she had signed up for in the fall. High school had come and gone so quickly, but she didn’t mind. She’d studied hard, and set herself up fantastically for college, even if she’d sacrificed some aspects of her life. Rayleah couldn’t help but think of her crush, Gregory, when she took stock of such things. She could have gone after him hard, like all the other girls in school...but that wasn’t really her way. He made her nervous, and having a boyfriend would have been a distraction anyway.
It's not like she needed the experience so young. She wasn’t in a rush like the other girls. Or so she liked to think, at least. Sometimes she worried she had missed an opportunity, that she would regret not “living a little.” Sometimes it bothered her that she hadn’t just run over to Greg and…
Rayleah felt her cheeks grow red. She rolled her eyes at the silliness of her imagination. At this rate, she would get behind on her reading. This was a perfect time to make progress on her work: Her parents were gone for the weekend, the weather was perfect, there were barely any mosquitos, and she’d been getting more than enough rest lately.
Rayleah stood up from the desk, bringing her book with her. She passed the mirror. I look like such a damn nerd. She still smiled though. She didn’t hate her style, it just was not the most popular thing right now. She wore a long, floral sundress with a white t-shirt underneath. She thought it looked great against her skin, which had gotten even darker with the summer sun. She’d never felt comfortable showing off her legs, and so she wore black leggings with the dress out of habit. Realizing what a silly choice that was in the summer, alone at her house, she rolled her eyes and walked away from the mirror.
Out on the tiny balcony, Rayleah had just enough room for one chair and a small side-table. She set her book down. A Shadow Over Innsmouth. It really wasn’t her style, to be honest, but she was excited for her Classic Fiction class anyway. She stared out at the sky as the wind picked up in a sudden breeze, throwing her short, tight curls into a mess. The first of the stars were peeking out within a dark purple band of sky. Tranquility.
Rayleah smiled. A small shooting star was arcing across the sky, from left to right. She was stunned as it seemed to slow, growing in size and effusing many colors. Something was wrong with it’s trajectory.
In an instant, Rayleah’s joy turned to terror. The star was plummeting towards her. She tried to scream, but she couldn’t find her voice. She stumbled backwards as the brilliant fireball curved sharply toward her home. It grew larger and larger, eclipsing more and more of the sky. Rayleah saw in it a thousand tiny black stars, wrapped in white flame. She could feel it calling to her. A voice that spoke no words, echoes from the Deep Well. She knew not from whence the name came to her. She simply knew it as she knew her terror.
She felt the heat of the meteor as it swelled in her vision, teeming with black stars. The light blinded her, the earth shook beneath her feet, and then there was a horrible explosion of noise.
Rayleah was thrown backwards into her room, eyes filled with blotches of color, ears ringing, and skin numb from heat. She was still conscious, though. I’m not dead. I’m not dead. Rayleah was sure she had been hit with something sharp. Probably pieces of wood. She lifted herself. She could already feel stiffness in her arms and legs, but she wasn’t feeling dizzy, and she had only hit her head on her mattress, which was probably the greatest stroke of luck she had ever had.
She could still barely see, but she could make out serious damage to her room. The doors were blown off the hinges, and there was glass all around her. As carefully as she could, she slid over her bed to the door out of her room. She needed to get downstairs and call someone to help her.
She didn’t even make it to the stairs before she realized something was horribly off. All the points where she had felt pain before were now mysteriously numb, but beneath them, there was an odd, invasive, crawling sensation. The feeling disgusted her and made her gag, but in the dark of the rest of the house, she was still too blind to see. She stumbled into her bathroom, swiping her hand uselessly along the wall until she managed to find the switch. Finally she was able to see, if somewhat blurred.
Rayleah couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Most of her body was exposed, large patches of her clothes had been burned away, yet she bore no burns on her body or hair. She shed the scraps of her bra and dress in order to get a closer look at what had been embedded in her flesh. Her breasts tumbled free, dark nipples glistening in the light. Odd.
The objects were like black chestnuts. Or stars. Or spores. Golf-ball sized spheres with spines all over them. Rayleah had five stuck to her. Three on her chest, one on her stomach, one on her inner thigh. Disgusted, she tried to pluck one of them off her chest, from between her breasts. She regretted that action immediately. Her skin lifted with the object -- it was hooked in deep -- and pain shot across her chest, even through the numbing sensation that surrounded each of the objects.
As her vision recovered, Rayleah flopped down on the floor, completely forgetting about the potential structural dangers outside the room in leiu of the more present threat to her body. She bent over and looked closely at the one embedded in her inner thigh. She bit her lip and screamed as she noticed that the object seemed to be spreading roots...into her veins.
For the first time, Rayleah felt light-headed, but it only lasted for a moment. Within seconds, her body temperature skyrocketed, sweat beading on her forehead. It was making her delirious. She stared at her naked body. There were small electric tingles shooting from each of the objects. They almost tickled.
Rayleah cried out. Each of the little objects seemed to release a sudden charge into her skin, all at once. Her nerves went mad. She felt not pain, but pleasure at every major nerve cluster. Especially the one between her legs. Rayleah flushed with embarrassment. She was so ashamed of herself that she almost missed it as the objects suddenly dislodged and fell to the floor, shriveling rapidly.
Somehow, Rayleah knew the objects had not really left her. She could feel them moving deep within her. In seconds she knew they were following her nerves, gathering around her most sensitive parts, and rushing towards her brain. Her heart pumped in fear, only helping the intruders along their way. Rayleah felt a bloom of pleasure centered around her womanhood. Cringing, she spread her legs to see what was happening.
Rayleah screamed. Veins were bulging along the inside of her pussy lips, which were sensitive and pink. Her clitoris was puffing up as if it were being suctioned, expanding from a tiny pink nub to an engorged larger-than-average, plump clit. Her pussy lips looked odd, and bumpy, but god weren’t they sensitive. Almost involuntarily, she ran a finger between her lips, only thinking for a second how wrong and disgusting she was behaving. She bit her lip as pleasure surged through her body, and horniness unlike any she had ever experienced flooded her mind.
Unwanted thoughts surfaced in her brain. She NEEDED sex. Unlike she had ever needed before. She’d had desire, of course, this was something else. This was an instinctual drive from the most primal portions of her brain, goaded by the invaders in her bloodstream. She stood up, moving to leave the bathroom incapable of caring that as she walked, the parasitic beings were warping her body rapidly.
As she reached the stairs, Rayleah wrested a moment of clarity. She couldn’t stop her body, but she was able to take stock of what was happening. Her virgin cunt was nothing like it had been. Her clit was now protruding from between her lips, a thin, throbbing, veiny, pink and slick expansion. As she walked it slid against her inner lips, which had continued to stretch and change. Small sensitive bumps had appeared all over them, like miniature clits. The sensation as her lips rubbed around her elongated clit with each step only drove her sex drive higher. She needed attention. She was sure she would die if she didn’t get it.
Her breasts had swollen, giving her big, dark areolas and porn-star sized tits. Those little bumps -- she couldn’t even think of the name anymore -- around her nipples had increased in number and size. Her nipples themselves seemed larger too.
She made it downstairs. As Rayleah saw her livingroom, she was distracted from her own body by a sense of intense focus. Her brain was helping her, giving her the tools to solve her “problem.” She needed sex. How could she get it?
She was almost drooling from desire when she picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1. She told the dispatcher her house had been struck with a large object and that she needed an officer to come. No injuries, no deaths. The entire time Rayleah talked on the phone she was breathing heavily, her fingers caressing her swollen lips. The filthy eroticism of fingering herself while someone was on the line drove her mad. She couldn't help it. The rush of such incredible arousal had completely overcome her mild nature.
As she finished the report, she rolled over the back of her couch, reveling in the feelings it brought to her nipples as they brushed against the soft material. Her nipples now extended out from her breasts, no longer the small, dark things they once were. Instead, they now stood an inch erect off her chest, having lengthened and widened even as she was on the phone.
Rayleah floundered on the couch, loving the waves of pleasure that pulsed across her as she touched herself. She lost all awareness of time, and was only startled from teasing her arousal higher and higher by a firm knock on the door.
She sat up, her face mad with desire, and bolted, naked, to the door. Peering out the peep-hole, she saw just what she had hoped for. A tall man in uniform. She opened the door a crack.
“I’m so, so sorry officer...my clothes were burnt by the fire.”
The officer was squinting into the darkness.
“Ma’am, there was no fire mentioned by the dispatcher, let me call for fire assistance.”
“No, I put it out, I just dont want you to be shocked when you come in. You see, I’m very embarrassed…”
For once, Rayleah was lying through her teeth. She wasn’t embarrassed at all by her current state, instead, she was turned on. So turned on she could feel her engorged clit rubbing against the cold door.
“I can stay right here if that’s what is best. I’m here to establish your safety, ma’am.”
Rayleah opened the door more, feigning a motion to cover her body.
“No...no you should come in and see what happened.”
As she swung the door, Rayleah had to use her fingers to keep her erect clit down. It was slick and veiny between her fingers as she held it down between her still-changing lips. The officer coughed and clearly tried to divert his eyes from her. Rayleah knew her nipples must be quite the sight. When she turned to lock the door, she flexed her ass for him.
“Would you like to take my jacket, miss? I’m fine without it.”
Rayleah smiled at his hopeless struggle to look away. She nodded and walked over to him, deliberately touching his chest and staring into his eyes as she took his jacket, dropping it on the floor. She turned and grinded her hip against his crotch. She could feel his erection through his pants. Oh, I’ve got him. She spun to face him, falling against his quite muscular form.
“I want this, officer,” she said, rubbing her hand against his bulge, “I consent and beg for you. It would be an injustice for you to refuse me…”
She smiled coyly at that. The officer blinked and swallowed. In the darkness of the room, Rayleah found his taken-off-guard expression cute, especially considering his masculine features. She drew herself closer, like a predator about to pounce.
“You can look at the house later. Right now, I need you.”
She tugged down on the zipper of his pants, relishing the control she had over him. This is what it’s like. What it’s like to rule men with my body. He backed against the couch, seemingly unable to free himself from his paralysis as she worked his erect cock from his pants. The officer let out a deep moan as Rayleah took him into her mouth. She had no experience whatsoever with such lewd acts, but he was apparently enjoying her spirited attempt, as he continued to grunt and moan as she sucked away.
Rayleah could feel her body going haywire as she worked on him. The first thing she noticed was the increased weight of her breasts. They were burgeoning and bouncing with each motion, swelling beyond her wildest dreams. She felt them expand beyond D-cups, pulling her towards the floor, urging her to crawl on all fours, presenting herself to anyone who would take her.
Resisting the weight of her expanding breasts, she unfastened the officer’s belt. Whispers deep in her mind told her to fuck fuck fuck, to breed breed breed. She hadn’t noticed them so loud before, but with the storm of frantic desire that drove her mad with desperation, the whispers from the deep grew stronger, urging her, rewarding her for her obedience and compliance with more changes, more pleasure.
As the officer’s pants slid down, the fabric brushed across her nipples, which were growing rapidly. Her nipples were inches long now, made of dark, bumpy erectile material. They reminded her more of brown, bumpy cocks. Veins bulged on her breasts as they struggled to cope with the ceaseless growth. As she stared down at herself past the officer’s cock, she couldn’t help but love the look of her warping body.
Rayleah felt the officer tense, and somehow knew she needed to back off for a moment. It wasn’t time yet. She pulled off of him just in time. She stared at his bulging member. Veins ran around it, and the top of it bulged obscenely. He must be so fucking excited. Even thinking the word fucking made her clit pulse. As she sat back, she could see her clit was almost half as big as her lovely officer’s cock, and just as veiny. Bumps and ridges not unlike the one around the officer’s cock head.
Rayleah ran a hand down her engorged clit. Multiple, clustered waves of pleasure surged upwards, seeming to echo off her nipples and her lips. She pulled the officer towards the couch and pushed him down onto the cushions. She wasn’t strong; he fell down willingly. Spreading her legs, she brought her inflamed pussy down on his cock. Her body reacted immediately.
Every inch of her pussy engorged, pressing into her thighs, plumping. The whole organ grew in size, and as it did so, her clit tensed. As she thrust herself onto the officer, her clit throbbed and grew, rubbing against his cock and giving her intense pleasure. Her feminine wetness flowed freely, soaking his cock and his groin and her legs.
The officer moaned aloud, teased by her textured lips. Rayleah was moaning too, and as she opened her mouth to gasp as the officer nailed her g-spot, she felt her tongue loll out of her mouth as the muscle expanded and grew. Her mind flooded with all the uses for a prehensile tongue. Then she had her first orgasm. She screamed out, bringing the officer with her into orgasmic bliss. With each spurt of his cum, more pleasure blasted through her body. Her body, her soul, her mind seemingly obliterated with ecstasy. She shook, conuvlsed, twisted. And awakened.
Looking down on herself, she realized, with horror, where she was and what she was doing. The orgasm had reduced her desire long enough to regain control of herself. She hadn’t even stopped bouncing on the officer’s cock yet. With terror and shame, she looked down at the softening cock that still pushed in and out of her warped pussy. Her clit still extended out multiple inches, and was throbbing and glistening with her juices. Her inner lips, pulsed around the cock. Her dark, bumpy nipples jutted out from monstrous, veiny breasts that still expanded. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt arousal begin again, this time centered around a different hole.
Rayleah struggled so hard this time, fighting the urges, grappling with her desire. No, I won’t, I can’t! But she needed it so badly. She felt arousal surge as fantasies of anal flooded her mind. How she would love to have the officer fill her ass…
She felt a tightness and a warmth between her ass cheeks. Her expression went slack and her pupils dialated. Desire was taking over again, she was losing control. She bit her lip as the warmth spread from her womanhood upwards, the tell tale signs of passing the point-of-no-return. She was going to degrade herself again. I need to fuck again.
Rayleah felt like she was watching herself move as she slid off the officer’s cock, as she watched the cum dribble from her over-swollen pussy, as she turned and spread her ass.
“Fuck me again, officer.”
He was breathing heavily, but he didn’t delay. He jerked his softening, glistening cock with his hand, hoping to regain erection, but he failed, leaving Rayleah’s rapidly changing asshole untouched. She felt her asshole tighten again as if it were growing larger in size. The officer’s lack of attention to it filled her with instant, primal anger. She looked at him ferociously over one shoulder, slid off him, and stood next to him.
“I said fuck me, officer.”
The officer looked at her with an apologetic face, lazily stroking himself in an attempt to continue. Her response was a scowl, a push, and a mount. She climbed up upon him, mustering newfound strength, and forced herself onto his face. Somewhere, deep inside, she screamed at the perversity of the act, but her instincts, fueled by the deep were controlling her body, and sating their desires was everything.
“Lick me. Lick me now.”
Her voice came out slow and sultry as a result of her struggling with her new, expandable tongue. She only wished the officer had such a gift. Though she could feel the results of her change, she could not see what her ass had become under the influence of the deep ones. Her hole had grown particularly muscular, and had sprouted growths similar to her original clit. Instead of simply being a hole into her, her asshole had become somewhat like dark lips, a ring of strong muscle designed for pleasure.
The officer clearly was enjoying himself. He subserviently lapped away at her, bringing her closer and closer to a type of orgasm Rayleah had never dreamed of experiencing. She watched with hunger as, finally, he grew hard.
She lifted herself from his face and slid down his body. She guided his cock towards her ass. Her face was slack, drooling as she imagined the feeling, and then he was in. It was glorious. She couldn’t have held back a moan even if she wanted to. She felt every inch of him, pushing into a place she’d always felt was so wrong, so filthy. It overwhelmed her. She needed more, more, more.
Rayleah’s imagination filled with men, and even women, she could fuck. To her later dismay, she even fantasized about her best friend; how wonderful would it be to penetrate Sadie with her thick, bulging, ridged clit? The thought drove her over into orgasm again, but this time it was the long, slow, welling orgasm that comes from anal ecstasy. She clenched around the officer’s cock, but he pushed through, sending almost unbearable touch deep into her. He came loudly, and Rayleah felt herself fill with his load.
Slowly the horror dawned again, as the deep ones hold over her mind slipped. She shook with pleasure as well as horror, quickly awakening to the reality her life was quickly becoming. Her body was a twisted pleasure machine, she would be a slut, even though she hated it. Within moments of each orgasm, arousal would drive her to uncharacteristic acts.
Already she was slipping back to her sexual, animal, parasitically driven self. Already she wanted to walk down the street basking in the hungry glances of men, sucking down their cum and riding their cocks to stronger and stronger orgasm. Already she wanted to hunt out the lesbians among her girlfriends, defiling them, sharing with them the gift. Already she was turning herself around, pushing her clit into the officer’s face, and preparing to make him serve her once more.
All the while, the deep ones worked, reaching out to the officer’s malleable mind, making enchanting him with Rayleah’s body, making him weak to her will, to their will. As he suckled on Rayleah’s veiny, ridged clit rod, he delighted in her appearance. Her massive, jiggling breasts and enormously inflated nipples, the pleasure bumps that coated every private part, the tight, bulging asshole so unlike anyone he had ever seen. He would do anything for her, and she could do nothing but fuck. Gone was the modest schoolgirl, in her place was a slut-slave whose purpose had become to propagate further slaves, further mutants, further hosts.