#shapeshifter

Your shapeshifter bf wakes up to you practically pushing your bed off the ground to look for a pair somewhere. Groggily he asks what the hell is going on and you explain through shrieking overwhelmed shouts what was going on.

And more importantly you stressed the fact that you were seriously fucked. Which kinda sorta instantly gives him an idea.

Quickly he calms you down, shushing you gently before saying, 'Babe, I got you. Don't even worry about it.’ Probably the worst sentence he could ever utter to you.

You're not sure how to react when he transforms into a cute pair of panties a second later. With a little bow on them and everything. They were honestly a bit cute. That wasn’t the point though even as you stare frozen at them.

Yet what you end up doing is threatening to throw them out the window and seeing what just might happen to his body when it makes impact on the ground.

He's back to himself in the blink of an eye, all sheepish smiles and nervous laughter as he explains it's the best case scenario right now. That there's no other options right now because he doesn't want his boo thang going commando.

Begrudgingly you accept his help after realizing he just might be right. Something you never thought you’d admit. And as you slide him up your legs, in some weird way, wearing him as underwear feels exactly the same as sitting on his face. It seems he feels the same way too as he spends the day periodically eating you out to completion during your whole work day.

He feasts on your body for hours at a time, happily slurping away before you have to remind him to be quiet (though you fail to hide your own moans so neither of you are being too subtle).

The pleasure is blinding the longer he goes on for. One minute you’re casually in the middle of your meeting and the next thing you know his tongue is diving into your cunt and he’s nibbling on your overstimulated clit.

Other times you’re having a simple conversation with a coworker of yours when he’ll instantly start up again, lapping up your raw puffy folds and gorging himself on you just to make sure your attention is always on him. You barely get a moment of peace before he just can’t help himself and start up again.

Trying to get him to stop is pointless and you’ve ceased trying. Whenever you’d squeeze your thighs together to make sure he can’t move he’d just moan loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. Luckily it’s a man’s moan so no one suspected it came from you. And when you kept tries to shift your panties down to to the side, he’d only last a few minutes before wiggling himself back up your thick thighs and taking your clit in his mouth, sucking on it hard as a little punishment.

All you could do was take everything he gave you. In a way it was both the best and most difficult day of your life.

Then when the day eventually comes to an end and you manage to wash all your clothes after work you realize that you’re actually a little bummed.

Wearing him as panties turned out better than you thought. Maybe you'll have to accidentally forget to do your laundry again some time...

You have a doppelgänger sometimes, roaming the streets and playing with their pussy the second they think they’re alone.

And when he sees you his form twists until it’s some strange version of you and another being. Well, maybe that’s what your DNA mixed together would look like.

So you now have a generally understanding that your future child will have that same appearance, and the shapeshifter is flustered and trying to reshape himself while your wondering if you should fuck him or not.

I mean, after all, he knows your body as well as you do by now. The sex has GOT to be good.

In the beginning, you swore to never be that person, the one who goes through their partner's phone or computer, the one who lets paranoia ruin a good thing because of a single off feeling. And yet, here you are...

Sitting on one of the stupidly expensive bar stools that your partner, ex-partner? Had bought for your apartment, spread out behind you on the bench are pictures of people, random faces you've never seen, naked bodies, and they have haunted you since you saw them a week ago.

Your partner had left their phone open for you to order takeaway for dinner, but you thought it would be cute to snap a picture or two of yourself and leave it for them to find later. Only when you opened their gallery to look them over again did you see them, tucked in a folder at the bottom of their pictures, so many people, so many people's naked bodies.

You felt sick, hollow, and drifted through the week till you could confront them.

And here you are now, those pictures printed and scattered behind you as your once partner kneels in front of you, sobbing, snot dribbling down their face with the tears that make them hiccup and shake. Hands gripping their hair as they ramble that they can explain, that it's not what you think, flinching as you answer them flatly, asking what it is if not countless pictures of naked people you don't know or recognise.

You can feel the beginnings of the headache that comes from how tightly you clench your teeth together as your partner's face morphs, twists, bubbles and smooths out into one of the people from the pictures. This new face is still crying, flushed and sniffling, hands with different spots and lines wipe their tears as they look up at you, new eye colour settling in as they smile at you, lips wobbling as they beg for you to just let them explain.

Words fail you as they crawl closer, face changing again, hands clawing at your pants as they babble, the words tumbling out as they explain they needed these pictures to make themselves for you! They needed to be what you wanted! They needed to have your attention for life, or it was pointless!

A stranger's arms wrap around your legs as a new face looks up at you, big, sad eyes blink at you as they ask you to say something, anything, to let them know you're not going to leave them.

You don't look down, you whisper to them to go back to the face you knew, that you wanted to speak to the face of your partner, not a stranger. You can almost feel the joy and hope radiating off them as they do what you asked, looking up at you with eager eyes, watching as you lick your lips and look down at them, swallowing thickly, you speak, "What are you? Truly?..."

They answer, sighing with reverence, lips stretching inhumanly wide.

"Yours..."