Close to a half hour had passed, and Joy and David had wasted no time. They lay
sprawled across David's sofa, enjoying some heavy petting. Having already unhooked her
bra, David gently massaged Joy's left breast, rubbing his thumb up and over her nipple,
squeezing and kneading. It was heaven.
Something came over Joy, she decided to move further than they ever had. Sliding her
hands down his sides and towards the front of his jeans, she pushed a little to get him to
raise himself off of her. While not breaking off of making out, she quite expertly
unpopped the button on his jeans, and pulled the zipper down. Without seeing it, she
could feel his erect member fall out of his jeans. She stroked it, protected in the thin layer
of boxer shorts that he was wearing.
Joy began shaking. Was she nervous? She had never gone this far before, but she didn't
want to embarrass herself in front of David. Suddenly the nervous shake changed into a
spinning sensation in her head. Joy knew that feeling. She was going to throw up.
"David."
"Huh?"
"Get up. Quick."
She slid out from underneath him, quickly getting up to her feet. She ran for the
bathroom.
"What the hell, babe?" He asked, a little frustrated.
Shutting the door behind her, locking it so that David wouldn't see her puke, she took up
position over the toilet. And just in time, she starting vomiting into the toilet. Several
times her body was wracked with a violent spasm as her stomach contents emptied
themselves. Upon the last one, a dizzied and weakened Joy noticed spots of red in the
toilet. Blood? The inside of her mouth felt stiff, and was burning a little. Something was
seriously wrong with her.
"You okay in there?" David asked from behind the door.
"Give me a couple of minutes." She managed to force out.
Joy flushed the toilet, and tried to secure herself to the sink. After a wobbly attempt, she
managed to stand. She turned the sink on and put cold water on her face. She was so
hot, and had begun to sweat. She looked at herself in the mirror. Sweat was soaking the
front of her t-shirt. The loose hanging bra was beginning to agitate her, so she pulled the
wet shirt over her head, and threw the shirt and bra to the floor. She was so dizzy. She
braced herself on the edge of the sink. She splashed more water on her face. When she
looked back up at her reflection, she saw something that wasn't... Right. Her teeth.
Bringing a shaking hand up to her face, she pulled on her bottom lip, revealing that her
lower canine teeth had lengthened. She checked, same with the upper.
"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself.
And with that, a massive knot in her stomach caused her to wince in pain, and crumble
to the ground. She lay on her side, clenching her stomach, not able to breathe. Nearly a
minute passed before the pain subsided, and she gasped for air.
"What the hell is happening to me?"
A light knock came from the door, David rattled the handle.
"Hey, babe, you okay?"
She didn't know what to say, what would she say? She brought up her hand to feel her
teeth. It was unreal. What the hell was happening to her? Then she saw her hand. The
tiny, blonde hairs that normally sparsely covered her hand and arm had darkened. They
were getting longer as she watched, with the stubble of new hairs pushing themselves out
of her skin.