Kara’s eyes flutter open to see dim light filtering through the blinds. It was early morning, not quite bright enough to illuminate the room, but it was apparent that the sun would come over the horizon soon. She could hear muffled sound from the television in the living room. They must have forgotten to turn it off last night. She was warm under her blanket; quite content to stay there while she recalled the most absurd dream. She had eight nipples, Julia had a pussy instead of a mouth and Henry had four arms...
It had all felt so real. Real enough that she slipped a hand up to her chest, curious to see if her nipples were normal. To her relief, they were exactly what she expected, though she wondered why she wasn’t wearing anything. She had taken Henry to bed, made love... Her chest felt fine, but was all of that really a dream? The warm blanket that hugged her body felt a little strange. It was almost like... Skin... Her skin. And if she didn't know any better, the bed was moving.
It wasn’t a dream... She must have changed again. Now more concerned, she pushed her arms out and tried to pull the blanket down, only to find it was physically connected to her stomach and back. It wasn’t a dream after all.
“Ugh... Kara?” Henry groaned as he came to. “Are you here?”
“Yes...” Kara replied. “I can’t move my legs. I’m not even sure I have any. Can you turn on the light?”
“I think I broke it...” He explained.
“Just... Flip the switch by the door.” She insisted, remembering how they had knocked it over.
He slid off the bed, jerking Kara with him. She didn’t understand what was happening, but whatever had replaced her legs was being moved. She wanted to guess that he had knocked her off of the bed, but the floor never came. Instead, she was jostled between two firm masses. She held her arms out to brace herself while Henry switched on the ceiling light.
Now able to see, she noticed that the room around her seemed enormous. It looked like she still had her legs, though they had grown larger. Bigger around than her entire torso. A bit hairier too. Something soft was pressed against her stomach. Her changed perspective became apparent when Henry glanced down to see why his groin felt so odd.
“Kara?...”