Pins and Needles
#1 of Standalone
This came about from a silly comment on IRC, about a giant cock blocking someone's way. I decided to claim responsibility for the large inflatable cock(erel) and... well, things devolved from there, as people wondered just what it was inflated with. Air? No, too heavy. Helium? No. Hydrogen? Nope. Nanotech vacuum vacuoles, courtesy of Mr Drexler's utility fog? Possibly, though given the effect they had on me, someone's been tinkering with them...
I got into a bit of a pickle the other day.
It's easier to recall if I close my eyes. That way it's more like an out-of-body experience than a video from an impossible camera.
The lung-full of pearlescent gas makes me sneeze repeatedly, dragging in more and more of the stuff with each breath until I sit down heavily, my nose and the back of my throat feeling sand-blasted and tingling. At least the sneezing stopped.
Something flickers like blue laser light, filling my entire field of view. It blurs and resolves into English. Looking at it with this strange hindsight, it's still as stilted and grammatically odd as the first time I laid eyes on it.
It's a textual menu, swimming in front of my eyes, moving with each saccade, so I can't quite focus on everything. The options it presents are not entirely unfamiliar to anyone with a passing interest in TF - height, weight, sex, species, and the various characteristics thereof, for starters. There's more, but I don't really pick up on it at the time. It's too late now, of course.
The other bits I do pick up on are the single-use aspect and the timer. Whoever made this stuff was either working at the limits of their tech, or a bit of a joker. Or both, I suppose, because there were a myriad options to choose from, and only a minute or so to do so, before the prominent, flashing timer ran out.
I can see myself picking options frantically, just beating the clock, then flopping forwards onto all fours as the pins and needles sweep over me for the first time and I go weak at the... everywhere.
The change is the same now as it was then, with the almost overwhelming feeling of full-body pins and needles, where the tingling sensation becomes the only thing I can feel, as the world seems to draw away, before it gathers - or grows more intense - at my hands, groin and nipples, before fading slowly.
I shrink all over, from 5'10" to 4'2". Any clothing hangs loosely or falls off me, far too large to fit. My balls retract, pulling themselves up and in, bringing my penis with them until there's nothing there but a smooth mound with just a barely noticeable urethra. The mound splits, after a short pause, forming female parts - tight, fresh and untried, every single time. Nothing really happens to my chest, though my nipples do get more sensitive and perk up a bit. Other than my height the most noticeable change has to be my hands, which become paws in truth, as I lose my thumbs and my fingers shorten, trading joints and nails for claws. I can - just - use a pen, or a door handle, but anything that requires much more dexterity is the next best thing to impossible.
My voice changes as well, though I'm sure I didn't go near those options in the menu. It becomes softer, quieter, more... delicate.
So, here I sit, naked, legs dangling off the side of my bed, not touching the floor. I have nothing to do for the next four and a bit hours but play with myself - I forgot to leave the bedroom door open, and see above re: doorknobs - waiting for the nanotech to recharge, or whatever it does. At least I can change back immediately, when I'm naked. The fun ensues when I'm wearing something that could constrict around me when I revert. The nanotech simply won't let me do it, whether it's a pair of panties or a collar, if it could pull tight, nothing happens no matter how hard I try. Panties I can take care of, but have you tried unbuckling a collar with paws instead of fingers? It's hard enough getting the thing on in the first place, with the way the heavier end flops about and the prong never wants to go in the hole, so I end up tugging on it with both paws and half choking myself at times.
One thing I learned pretty much immediately was that arousal carries over - an erect cock becomes a moist, needy pussy, and vice-versa, though I don't really get the same amount of pleasure from my own paws as from someone else's fingers - the dexterity thing again, I think. Or maybe I just need more practice?
There_is_ one thing I haven't got around to checking on yet - do I still have a prostate, and if so, is it still as sweet a spot to hit as before? Er, usual, I mean. I'm not staying like this...
Oh, there is one other thing. I keep my colouration - cream with brown mane and tail tuft, but the dyed highlights in them change from green to pink for some reason.
I think that's it, so if you'll excuse me, I need to see to something...