His night
#1 of Goofy Misadventures
The day is her life, the night is his life.
Once upon a time there was a teenage girl living in a simple suburb, a simple high school student and a simple life. At first glance anyway. Because in truth, the young girl felt bad about herself. She felt like she was caught in a vise and someone was trying to get her out of there, forgetting to loosen it. She felt bad about herself, in this skin I mean. She did not like this body which seemed fragile, small and... feminine to her. Because the young girl, with her exhausting frustration, created an exuberant fetishism in her head. To be a fat cartoonish half-bat man. You will say to me: what is what ?! I'll tell you, do I seem to know something? The girl couldn't get her weird fetish out of her head ... extremely weird. Because she knew that imagining herself doing some pretty illegal things with that imaginary body like that wasn't very... Catholic. And there was something strange about the emergence of this fetish. She felt like someone had inserted it into her skull without her knowing. She would soon know that this assumption of this extraterrestrial fetishism of her psyche might not be wrong.
In the evening, she does her homework in her room. She thought she heard a knock on her window. She doubted because she was wearing headphones. There was a little blank then she resumed her lessons. But barely three minutes later, we were knocking on the window again and this time the girl was sure of it. She slowly approached with a bowling ball sized lump in her stomach. Then she sees a lipstick on the windowsill. She was mesmerized by him as if he was imbued with a bewitching and alluring mystical energy. When she opened the door to greedily pick up the seemingly normal and oddly peculiar object. She thought she saw a dark haired woman in the street in a tuxedo like those orchestral maestros. But she did not linger there and closed her window at the risk of breaking the windows.
She looked at the lipstick with the eyes of a craving drug addict. Then she opened it, went to the bathroom and put it on. Nothing happens for five minutes and finally... BOOM! Those lips swollen like a hot air balloon. It shocked her so much that she almost fell backwards in the tub, but instinctively grabbed the towel rack and sat up like an i. She looked at herself in the mirror both dazed, horrified and excited by the image he sent her back. Those lower lips were swollen like a bimbo's at a strip club. The thought that it could be due to an allergy flew over her head. She knew what was happening to her was not natural. And before thinking about other things related to this strange lipstick. The process started with the bimbo lips has resumed and will not stop.
That hair was falling in shreds on the icy parquet in the teenager's bedroom. There are only enough cups left to style a gentleman's hair, they were a mess at the moment. Then it was those hands, arms, legs and feet that started to grow. The crunch, stretching of bones and flesh should be unbearable for the girl and yet she enjoyed it near a debutante's awkward orgasm while still a virgin.
When the enlargement of these members ended. The young teenager had arms and legs the size of silos and gasoline cans. He followed up with his belly and that ass which was instant. BIM! and BOOM! The can and the ass. And suddenly she felt something come out of her vagina. A big penis springs from her orifice to be brought into the world and ejaculate while repainting the walls of the room. She enjoys like never before. Barely his penis as hard as a steel shield, the young girl gasped as she felt his neck swell and widen giving her a neck similar to that of a Mexican wrestler. And finally his crisp, twisted, curved, smiling and stretched face. Her face was no longer that of a young virgin teenager but that of a half-man, half-bat in his forties too caught up by the binouze. Hair grew on his anthropomorphic face, giving him a three-day-old beard. The same goes for the rest of his body.
She... he rather, was now looking at himself in the mirror. He made several faces out of curiosity and hit a nice big bar ... and masturbated. He masturbated like no other anthropomorph has masturbated all his life. He screamed with pleasure, taunted crispy whims and hooted like he was in a football stadium.
What shit! concludes the funny guy.
Tonight is my night
What a foot! concludes the guy in heat.
Tonight is my night girls because tonight it will be BIM BAM BOOM until now.
And he went out the window, spreading fierce wings behind his back, and flew into the night that claimed to be his.