Chimera 4

(A request from Frysco. Contains bizarre physical transformation and sex)

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"According to the police, Mr. and Mrs. Crawford just vanished into thin air," Jan announced as she climbed out of the BMW. She was the very picture of a young financial professional from her perfectly trimmed bangs to her immaculate navy pantsuit. It was a bit too warm for so many layers, but it helped to look official when you were entering people's homes. She cross-referenced an image on her phone with the house in front of her. "809 Walnut Lane. This is the place."

The driver side door opened up and Toby stepped out. "Nice yard, good neighborhood. Shouldn't be hard to resell this one," he sighed. He couldn't believe the bank was still sending him on these tedious foreclosure checks after three years. He had hoped to have his own office by now. At least now he had a partner to keep him company. Jan was fresh out of Harvard and very attractive, which did wonders for his mental health. It would have been even better if she wasn't such a ice-cold all-business no-nonsense shark, but at least she was easy on the eyes.

Jan moved through the house, stylus tapping at her tablet as she checked boxes and made notes. Toby took his time. He wandered around shouting lousy jokes and non-sequiturs from the other rooms. Jan was not impressed. As far as she was concerned, he was just trying to get into her pants like all the others. Laugh at one stupid joke and the next thing you know you're getting invited to dinner. Not that he was bad looking or anything. He was fit, good jawline, well-groomed, and only a few years older. If he wasn't a coworker he'd be a prime candidate for a relationship.

"Maybe they were kidnapped," Toby posited, slamming the fridge. "Or maybe they robbed a museum and have to lay low with all the stolen paintings." He could almost hear Jan rolling her eyes from the other room.

It really was erie how undisturbed everything was. Toby entered the bedroom half expecting to find the couple taking a nap. It was empty, of course. The rest of the house had been fairly neat, but this room was a mess. The curtains had been pulled down, there were tattered clothes strewn across the floor, and the bed looked like a cyclone hit it. In the center of it all, there was a game board.

The game's bright colors had faded over the years. The title, Chimera, was printed across the top in old-style carnival lettering. A cartoonish drawing of a demon's face dominated the center. A track of red, yellow, and blue spaces ran from the start on its forehead, around the board, and up to the title which served as the last square.

"Looks like they didn't even finish their game," Toby muttered to himself.

Jan walked in. "Did you say something important, Toby?"

"Do I ever?" He chuckled, alone, "No. It's nothing. They just left this weird board game out."

"That belongs to the Estate. Don't touch it," she said dismissively before turning to examine the bathroom.

"Yeah sure," sighed Toby. "But check it out. This must be an antique! The art looks kind of 'dawn of animation' so maybe the thirties or forties?"

"I don't play games." remarked Jan, looking at her tablet. "Waste of time."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Toby picked up one of the little plastic game pieces and examined it. It looked like some sort of mythical creature that he didn't recognize. The overall body shape was like a centaur, but instead of a horse's body it was more reptilian. It had two animalistic heads, and three delicate tails painstakingly posed behind it. He stared into its tiny vacant eyes.

"Looks like we're going to get an early lunch." Jan's words snapped him out of his trance.

"When's your next meeting, Jan?"

"I'm free until 1:45."

"Same. How about we stay and try this board game?"

"Did you not hear me? I don't play games. We're done here. Let's go."

Toby sighed. "How about the loser buys lunch?"

"I'm not in need of any financial assistance, Toby."

"I think you're just afraid you'd lose." He just wanted her to relax.

"Not if the game requires any sort of skill." She just wanted him to shut up. "Fine."

"There we go." Toby lifted up the game from the floor and placed it on the corner of the bed. Jan grabbed a pair of chairs from the dining room as Toby read the rules aloud.

"each player will roll in turn and be

turned as they answer cards learnedly.

Come to the end you'll be restored

but be careful not to come on the board

you'll lose and remain for eternity"

Jan sat down and shook her head. "Great, so the rules are written as a cryptic riddle? No wonder this game never got popular. Well, the sooner we start, the sooner we can get this over with. I guess I'll be the woman." Jan reached down with a manicured hand and placed a small figurine shaped like a human female on the starting square. Toby didn't recognize that piece. He looked around for the monster-shaped pieces he had seen earlier, but the only piece he found was a small man.

"I guess this guy will be me." He placed his piece on the start and handed the die to Jan. "Ladies first."

She shook the die between her hands and dropped it onto the board. It came up six. "Looks like you'll be playing catch-up." Jan allowed a small smile to flash across her face as she moved her piece. It came to rest on a yellow space. Just as she set it down, a small card shot out of a slot concealed in the mouth of the cartoon demon.

"Ah and here is the card that I will 'answer learnedly,'' Toby said, making air quotes. "I guess it uses magnets or something to detect where we landed." He cleared his throat. "It says 'Name an amphibious creature, you'll mix in a random feature.' Well that's easy: Frog."

Jan scoffed, "that's it? Name an amphibian? I can't believe how simple tha- Glp!" she froze and her eyes went wide. Suddenly, she clapped a hand over her mouth and scrambled into the master bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Jan dashed over to the toilet and kneeled over it, waiting for an urge to vomit. Moments after Toby had read the card, there was an intense stretching and tingling sensation in her mouth and throat. It was gone as quickly as it came, but now her mouth felt weird. Really weird. She stood on shaky legs and stepped over to the mirror. Her makeup was unsmudged. Not a single strand of her raven black hair had escaped her bun. Her tastefully subtle lipstick was still sufficiently subtle. But no. Something was wrong.

Slowly, she opened her mouth and a shiny pink blob flopped onto her chin. She gagged and leaned forward, trying to let it drop into the sink. It slid off her chin and dangled from her mouth, extending farther and farther toward the basin. She could feel it sliding up her throat like she was pulling a piece of half-swallowed spaghetti from her mouth. The tip of the blob touched the sink below. The porcelain was cold. She grabbed the length with her hand and could taste the salty sweat on her skin. It wasn't just inside her, it was a part of her. Her tongue.

Jan raced in no particular direction as she explored the unfamiliar cord of muscle that dangled from her mouth. It was much softer than a human tongue, almost delicate. She withdrew it into her throat with a slurp. Her face did not betray the presence of the altered organ, but she could feel it. It wasn't uncomfortable, just different. She rubbed it against her teeth, touching fronts and backs of just about all of them at once. Keeping her lips sealed, she brought as much of it into her mouth as she could. There was no way to fit it all; her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's.

Her heart pounded like she had just finished one of her spin classes. Deep breaths. Now was the time to be calm, collected, and rational. She decided to stick out her tongue and investigate the change further. It shout out of her mouth and hit her reflection square in the face with a splat. Startled, Jan tripped backwards. Her tongue stretched taught, paused her fall for a moment, then came unstuck from the glass landing her on her ass with a yelp. The tongue slapped wetly against her front, dangling to her waist. The hairs on her neck stood on end as it slowly slid up and returned to its home. It left a shiny, slimy streak running up her white blouse.

"You alright in there?" Came Toby's voice from beyond the door.

Jan nearly panicked. Could she even talk? She responded, "Mm-hmm!" and stood. Jan gathered some toilet paper and did her best to wipe up the large patches of saliva that now covered the mirror and herself. She whispered to herself as she cleaned, testing out her pronunciation. "She thells She Thells. . . Pether piper picked. . . The quick brown fox. . .".

This was obviously the game's fault, but how? Magic? Unbelievable. But what to do? Her first instinct was to run, but that wouldn't help anything. No, she had to come up with some sort of plan.

Toby gazed at the card absent-mindedly. He hoped Jan was alright. Figures she only gets sick after he finally convinced her to have some fun. Maybe she was just faking it to get out of playing the game? No, that was too childish for her.

The bathroom door opened and Jan stepped out. "Your turn!" She said with a smile.

"Oh! Okay," responded Toby, surprised. "Are you sure you're alright? What happened to your blouse?"

"Oh that. It's fine. The sink-" Jan's brow furrowed, "- is weird."

Toby nodded and grabbed the die. He tossed it into the corner of the board, also getting a six. "Hah! Looks like I'll be giving you a run for your money." He moved his piece to the same yellow spot as Jan's.

The demon spat out another card. Jan picked it up and read, "Reptiles sometimes lay eggs, choose one to change up their legs." She paused, deep in thought.

"Seriously?" laughed Toby. "Can't think of a single reptile? What did you sleep through middle school bio?"

Jan looked incredulous. "Iguana."

"There we go," he chuckled "You could have also said, snake, alligator, dino- ahh Ahh!" Toby yelped in pain and rushed to pry off his shoes as a massive cramp struck his feet. He sat and kicked off his remaining oxford just in time to watch his dress socks stretch thin over his growing feet. Razor sharp claws pushed through the fabric followed by narrow scaled toes. His muscles strained as his new reptilian digits spread out and lengthened, his socks now covering his feet like a pair of makeshift fingerless gloves.

The tingling sensation of change crawled up Toby's legs like a swarm of tiny insects. His legs grew shorter and fatter, reshaping as they maintained their mass. His pants simultaneously bunched up and strained out as they steadily became more and more unsuited for his increasingly alien legs. Finally, there was a loud riip as the seam at the inner thigh tore open. Toby gasped in abject horror as he watched the revealed skin wrinkle and crawl. Thousands of rough, pebble-like scales formed in waves, starting from his feet flowing toward his groin.

The changes paused as they reached his hips, but only long enough for him to take a breath. His legs spread at the hips like he was doing the splits. He struggled against the change, desperately trying to bring his thighs together, but it was no use. The crotch of his slacks split next, and Jan blushed as she watched his black boxers spill out of the tear. Soon his hips were permanently fixed with his squat legs splayed out, just like a lizard. A pair of pops from his pelvis marked the end of his transformation like perverse punctuation.

Toby shook like a leaf. He panted and stared at his legs with bulging, terrified eyes. Jan approached slowly. "Don't panic, Toby," she said. "Everything is going to be okay."

Toby flexed one of his feet and watched as the spindly toes jerked into a ball. "What. The. Fuck!?" He shouted. He frantically scrambled backwards, trying in vain to flee his new legs. The motion of his splayed legs kicking wildly struck jan as being exceptionally lizard-like. His doomed escape attempt came to an end when one of his claws snagged on the carpet, sending him face-first into the ground. He laid there breathing heavily.

Jan kneeled next to him and laid a comforting hand on his back. "You're okay. You're okay. Don't panic. Deep breaths," she said softly.

"I'm okay? What? What's happening to me?" Toby flipped over and sat up against the door. His trembling fingers reached down and touched the skin. He recoiled as though he had touched something burning hot, then slowly started to caress and explore his new scales. His touch felt somewhat distant and muted.

"The game transformed you. It happened to me too. Look." Jan opened her mouth and let her tongue hang down. She moved from side to side a bit, then slurped it back up. The motion sent a glob of spit careening into Toby's shocked face. "Oh. Sorry."

Toby wiped the slime off his face. "What?" He paused. "You knew this would happen to me?"

Jan nodded, "I suspected. The rules say 'come to the end, be restored.' I figure all we have to do is play it out, and we'll be back to our old thelves".

"So what, you didn't think to ask me if I was okay with this plan?" Toby glared.

Jan shrugged. "I did, but you wouldn't have agreed to it. Frankly, I needed leverage. Now I have it."

"You. . . utter bitch! I knew you were cold, but I didn't think you were a psycho!"

Jan frowned. "Oh come on. You would have done the same thing."

"No. I think I would have opted for plastic surgery like a normal human." Toby carefully brought his feet up, dug his claws into the carpet and extended his legs, using the door as support to stand up. His legs trembled as he cautiously pushed away from the wall. For a moment it seemed as though he'd be successful, but he lost his balance and fell. Undeterred, he grabbed ahold of a chair and brought himself into a sort of half-standing half-crouching position above the game board. His feet were planted far apart pointing opposite directions.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I guess," Toby sighed. "These were three hundred dollar custom-tailored slacks, dammit."

"I didn't know that! Why the hell are you wearing custom-tailored slacks on some random Tuesday anyway? Go to Macy's next time."

"Well I'll sure as fuck have to go to a tailor now, won't I?" Toby shouted, gesturing to his scaly legs. "He could sew me some special pants if he doesn't pass out at the sight of me!"

"You want to get back at me? Here." Jan reached down to the board and rolled the die. Three. She moved forward to another yellow square. The board spat a card into Toby's waiting hand.

He read the card silently. "This almost seems cruel. . ." He gazed at Jan, looking her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Wolf spider."

Jan's eyes went wide. "No..." A massive cramp gripped her and she dropped to her knees as the changes began. Her stomach contracted violently, pushing. Pushing almost like she was giving birth. A pressure built behind her asshole as she bore down. She was afraid she'd shit herself, but instead of her pucker opening up, it pushed out. She felt the fabric of her panties slide to one side of the new appendage.

It was like growing a perverse tail with her asshole at the tip. Another contraction came, but this time there was some relief. As she squeezed, her intensites shifted down through her pelvis into the forming sack of flesh. Her slacks strained against the bulging mass. Realizing her predicament, she frantically reached to her waistband to pull her pants down. She groaned as another contraction hit.

Toby watched as Jan's pants pushed out behind her and tore open. A bulging mass of skin emerged. It pulsed and inflated like a balloon. Large brown hairs sprouted across its surface. At this point it started to be recognizable as a spider's abdomen. He blushed as he caught sight of her asshole, now in plain sight. It pursed and clenched as it changed. Little spinnerets formed on either side of the opening and wriggled around wildly. As bizarre as the sight was, all that exposure triggered something in his brain. His dick shifted in his boxers, threatening an erection.

Then it was done. Jan took some deep breaths and stood, hefting her abdomen off the ground. It hung down past her knees. Her slacks' waistband was still in tact, resting on top of the new appendage. She stroked and squashed it. It was soft, the sensation was remarkably like giving herself a stomach rub. No doubt that's where her stomach and probably almost all of her other organs now resided.

Jan twisted around to get a better look behind, but her back felt stiff. Her torso, from her shoulders to her hips, was covered in chitinous plates. The overall shape of her body was roughly human, save her waist which had shrunk dramatically. It was like an invisible corset was squeezing her midriff down to almost alien proportions. Strangely, it wasn't uncomfortable in the least. The chitinous plates still suggested breasts, but she got the feeling they were now more for show than function. She stuck a hand down her pants and confirmed that her pussy was still in tact.

"Okay. Maybe this wasn't the best plan."

Toby shifted. "You turned out better than I thought. I think you look kinda. . . sexy in a weird way."

"In a weird way?" she frowned. "Gee you sure know how to compliment a woman." Internally, she appreciated the support. "I want to cover it up. I feel naked."

Toby shrugged, "I get that. I feel naked too, and I'm fully clothed. Let's just be professional, get this over with, change back, and forget about what we saw."

"Fine. Your move."

Toby leaned over the board and noticed that the game pieces had changed. His little man now sported a pair of squat lizard legs, propping himself up on all fours with little human hands. Similarly, Jan's piece had a bulbous abdomen hanging behind it. He picked up the die, took a moment to brace himself and rolled again. It landed on one. He moved his piece forward a single space, commiserating with his iguana-legged piece's movement difficulties.

Jan grabbed the card and read it. "Let's see. This one says, 'Female parts to make them whine, match the look of your favorite canine.'"

"Female parts? I don't like the sound of that. Maybe the card won't have any effect on me because I'm a man?" Jan raised her eyebrows in response. Toby sighed, "Well, either way I want to pick the species."

Jan nodded. "That seems fair. Got a favorite dog breed?"

"How about Great Dane? The last thing I need is a pair of chiuaua arms or something."

"Very well. Great Dane it is."

The couple held their breath waiting for the change to start. Toby's penis twitched. Suddenly every muscle in his crotch clenched as the now familiar warm, tingling sensation pooled in his lower stomach. His legs shook as his balls pulled up against his groin. They felt tighter and tighter until the pressure was almost unbearable, and then one of them popped up inside of him, followed shortly by the other. His eyes widened in shock, and his hand shot down the front of his pants. His fingertips brushed against the tip of his dick just in time to feel it follow suit, leaving him nearly smooth. A small crease formed in the remaining mound and bloomed to prominence, puffing out the flesh around it. He traced his fingertip along his new slit, shuddering at a new, unbidden pleasure. He was no longer a man.

Toby's taint twinged as it shrank, pulling his new canine pussy back between his legs. His wide-legged stance made him feel exposed. If it weren't for his boxers, his changed genitals would be plainly visible (and accessible) from behind. "Oh no," he groaned, looking at the slick sheen on his fingertips.

Jan was transfixed. She knew she should give him privacy, but something about watching her coworker's unnatural emasculation fascinated her. "Do you want to go to the restroom-?"