Consciousness comes to me like a bucket of ice water poured directly into my brain. Gasping for air like a drowning woman, I lurch forward from where I lie and vomit up everything that was sitting in my throat, lungs, and eventually stomach.
Dripping from my nostrils and mouth is a black substance that can only be described as filth. My senses are completely overwhelmed by the horrid smell, taste, and feel of it. It sits on my tongue like tar and lines the inside of my nostrils, filling my every breath with a sent that can only be described as a mix between death and shit that has been cooking under the sun for several hours.
I throw up again, forcing more of the filth to escape my body, the taste of stomach acid blessedly replacing the filth in my mouth.
Looking down at myself and feeling absolutely disgusted with myself, all I see is black slime. The filth is sticking to my skin, soaked through my clothes, and has formed a puddle in my bed sheets where I lay as if I had been sweating this horrible substance.
“Ah, WHAT THE HELL!?” I exclaim.
With utter disgust filling my mind and body I rip the sheets away from my body and throw them aside with a wet squelch. Bolting out of my bed I strip out of my clothes as fast as I can. Each layer of clothes stuck to my skin like they’ve been lined with shit flavored honey and maple syrup. Each one falling to the ground with an audible splat.
Finally free from my desiccated clothing and naked as the day I was born, I run for the stairs, slamming into the wall as I take the corner too fast. It takes all my self-control to not try and rip the door open as I undo the locks.
Fetching a bucket of water from the kitchen, I don’t even bother going to restroom before simply dumping the bucket over my head, drenching myself with water.
I need to get this shit off me!
Another three buckets join the first as I make a puddle of filthy black water on the kitchen floor.
Finally, having washed away most of the filth coating my body, I finally regain some sense of self control over myself. Slowly collecting myself, I gather up two buckets and fill them with fresh water. I need to wash up in the shower.
Shampoo, conditioner, SO MUCH SOAP, and a very ruff loofah to scrub it into my pores. I’m not going to stop until I am fucking CLEAN or so help me, I will scrub off my own skin!
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I spend at least an hour in the shower, scrubbing every inch of my body clean until no more of the filth is left. Having to fetch multiple buckets, apply and reapply soap and shampoo multiple times to rid my body and hair of the smell. I brushed my teeth twice and practically drank one of our stashed away bottles of mouth wash.
But after an hour of furious bathing, I finally feel clean.
For a while I just sit there exhausted on my little stool in the shower. I don’t want to do anything after dealing with one of the most disgusting experiences of my life, but my mind can’t help but latch on to some things that I noticed while cleaning myself.
For one, I’m still alive and, to the best of my knowledge, not a rampaging monster. Which is most certainly nice to know. Secondly, is that my body has most certainly been changed.
Looking at my hands I see that they are now both matching. No longer is it just my left arm that is different. Everything I can see as I look down at myself is grey. From my toes, just like my fingers, are black claws sprouting from them. Luckily, they still resemble human feet, in fact everything of me that I can see still resembles that of a human body. So, I’m not some unhuman monster.
Of course, I could see my changes much better If I were to look in the mirror, but I’m scared. I’m afraid, no, downright horrified of what I might find if I look. So, I just remain sitting in the shower, dripping with cold water.
It takes a few minutes of me sitting there playing with my hands to finally work up the courage to look. I must leave the bathroom eventually anyways, so I might as well just get it done with.
Getting up and nervously standing before the mirror I immediately confirmed a few things that I had noticed while cleaning myself.
The first and most obvious, is that I am grey now. Not a single inch of my skin is the old pale white that it used be.
The second most obvious change is that I am much shorter than I used to be. I used to stand at six feet tall, but now even just guessing, I would say that I have shrunk to be below five feet.
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Other changes are my eyes and hair. My eyes are now golden halos surrounding slit pupils with the whites of my eyes having turned black. The first thought on seeing them is about how much they resemble cat eyes. My hair, still a dripping wet mess, is currently cascading down my front and back as it has grown out to an absurd length, reaching down to my butt when it used to be shoulder length. No longer is my hair a light brunette, but instead a deep shade of black.
Peeking out of the mess that is my new hair are two horns. Reaching up, I move aside my bangs so I can look at the horns that have sprouted out of my forehead. Poking at them with my fingers, I feel how the grey skin of my face translates over to the white ivory of horns.
Moving down from my face I look at my chest.
To put it simply, my tits are gone. I had a large chest but now I have what look like A-cups. To be honest I feel a bit conflicted about this. I had never particularly liked having large breasts, they’re heavy and they get in the way. Not to mention that I just plain prefer small breast. But now they’re gone…
Deciding to shelve those thoughts for later, I choose to direct my attention to the thing that I’ve been actively trying to ignore this entire time.
The appendage is long and grey, growing out of my backside and tipped with a black tuft a hair.
Staring at it I think to myself, I have a fucking tail…
Strangely enough, horns, claws, grey skin and cat eyes weren’t too weird for me, I was mutating after all. But a tail, that just makes my brain freeze up. I have an entirely new limb just hanging there from my backside. I can feel it like I would any other limb.
When I went to sleep it wasn’t there, and now I have a fucking tail. How long was I asleep for to grow an entirely new appendage!?
For a while I just stand there and watch as this thing gently and slowly sways left and right, moving of its own accord.
“Can I control it? Is it like a dog’s tail or is it prehensile?” I ask myself.
Focusing on the new muscles around my tailbone and throughout the tail itself, I try to make it move the way I want it to. It takes a while and a lot of concentration, but eventually I manage to get the tip of the tail to move a bit.
Proud of my little success, I think to myself. It looks like I can move it, I’m just going to have to learn how. They are brand new muscles after all.
Moving away from examining my tail, which I am sort of warming up to the idea of having, I take in how I look. To put it simply, I look like a demon. Not the horror movie, possess your daughter and eat your cat, kind of demon. But more along the lines of an imp?
Also, ignoring the fact that my hair is a wet mess, I am fucking ADORABLE!
I don’t know why or how, but whatever the mutation did to me, it removed all the parts of my old appearance that I didn’t like, like my nose, and replaced them with cuteness. It’s still my face like I can remember it, it’s just made so much cuter.
If I were to find the right clothes, I could probably pull off the Gothic Lolita look.
Smiling at the mirror I notice my teeth. While most of my teeth look the same [Maybe a bit straighter?] my canines have grown longer and much more intimidating. Opening my mouth, I see that I still have my molars, so I’m probably still an omnivore, which is good to know.
Finally, I stick out my tongue, and am relieved to find that it is still a normal tongue and not like a snake’s head or something. An interesting discovery though is that it had grown out a few inches apparently. It can reach all the way to the bottom of my chin and even touch the tip of my nose, which gets a giggle out of me.
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Walking out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel, I try to dry off my dripping wet hair. I had always liked to keep my hair above shoulder length, so I am not particularly happy with having it hang all the way down my back like this.
“I’m definitely cutting my hair; this stuff is going to caught in everything and get everywhere...” I say to myself as I walk back into the kitchen.
I immediately slam to a halt as I walk in. The smell hits me like a bag of shit to face and I see the puddle of rancid filth that I left on the floor. Covering my face with the towel, I try not to gag.
Before I can even think of what I should do to clean this mess, I am reminded of how I woke up this morning. Stiffing up like a board from the sudden realization I look at and follow the black slimy trail I left that leads from the puddle back towards the basement.
Shuddering I say to myself, “Oh fuck… I do not want to go back down there. But my clothes are down there. Please tell me it’s not as bad as I think it’s going to be.”
With much trepidation, I will myself to open the door and climb down the stairs. With my new tail holding itself close to my body like a scared dog, I follow the footsteps down into the basement. Each step brings me closer to an ever-worsening smell of rot and death.
Rounding the corner of the stairwell, I see an imprint of black slime where I hit the wall during my rush to get upstairs. Scattered about on the floor is my clothing that I discarded. Each one soaked through and stained black.
A stray thought manages to work its way to the front of my mind while I try my hardest to not throw up. How am I able to see so good? All the lights are out, it should be pitch black down here.
Our basement doesn’t have any large windows for letting in light, so the entire area is shrouded in darkness. Despite the complete darkness down here, I can see just as easily as if it were lit up. Picking up one of my mother’s books from a nearby table I see that I can even clearly read the writing.
This mutation just keeps getting weirder and weirder, I know that I have what looking like cat eyes now. But this level of night vision shouldn’t be possible. I’m seeing color in complete darkness. As far as I know, night vision is not supposed to be this good.
Unfortunately, my mind can only keep me distracted for so long until I see the horrendous state of my poor desecrated bed. The only emotion that I can feel as I look on at my once precious bed is sheer and utter disgust. The sheets have been torn to ribbons in many places, most likely from my newly grown claws. My sheets used to be a nice light shade of blue along with a throw blanket depicting one of my favorite anime characters. Now, they are all stained black and waterlogged with filth.
The state of my bed makes me think that two wild hogs had decided to mud wrestle on my bed; only the mud was wet shit and corpse juice.
Oh, that’s right, I completely forgot that I threw up on my bed too. Lovely, just lovely…