A Bad One
When I woke up this morning, I was stricken by a thirst most powerful.
My brain wouldn't let the idea rest, so I had to vomit out several hundred words in a haste right before work.
I originally posted this on the Twitface and each separate post in the thread was supposed to happen an indeterminate amount of time after the previous. As such, each paragraph is in the next moment of time. I had originally wanted to be vague and imply what was going on. Never really say explicitly what was happening. Might have turned out a bit awkward, but maybe it increases the re-read value? It's also not very well proofread. I skimmed it through and there are certainly parts that could benefit from a bit of rewriting, but I won't. My excuse?
Powerful Thirst.
It's told from the perspective of a fellow whose body changes on him randomly from day to day. Again, presume a tiger (because tigers), but its not species-specific. Also my first foray into something more paw-centric. Hyper and muscle are usually more my thing, but paws are always nice. Overall, a pretty short read.
I knew it was going to be a bad one. I could feel it built up inside as soon as I woke up. I'll have to prepare as best I can, but my body just does whatever it wants to sometimes. I'd better get moving quick or else things are going to get complicated
I just started and I already struggle to lift my legs. That didn't take long... It feels as if each time I step, I stomp down harder. It wasn't totally unfamiliar, but something must have set my body off since my shorts are starting to feel tight.
Why did I put on clothes again? I guess it's force of habit. No way I can take them off /now/. Walking is that much more complicated since I have to heave my legs up and accommodate for the tight clothes. At least I can still make it through doorways without trouble.
It's getting really hard to use my fingers properly. I guess in the effort I didn't notice my hands were affected too. This is getting worse faster than I expected. It's always super awkward when my body gets like this...
My shorts finally gave out. Good thing too since they were getting kinda painful and just making it overall harder to do things. At least my underwear still keeps things contained and manageable. The loose swinging would have been the end of me.
I can barely lift my legs on my own anymore, the weight at the ends is too much. I better get to an open area as soon as I can. I just need one thing from the bedroom.
I have to grab my own legs one at a time and help lift now. I have to curl my toes just right and twist my leg just so I can angle my leg through the door. I better make this quick.
DAMNIT! I accidentally slammed the door shut when turning my stance around. I can't get the door knob, my fingers just can't do it anymore. My arms are getting tired too. I'm running out of time!
Got the door! Just barely though. I gotta get out of here. Maybe I can still get the door to get out.
That took a lot longer than I would have liked... I got stuck in the doorway. At least I got through, but dang I'm exhausted. My boxer briefs didn't survive the effort. I don't think I'll make it outside, but at least there's a good space out here in the living room.
I've made myself comfortable. As comfortable as I can be I suppose, sitting back on some cushions, legs spread and stretched out. I hoped earlier that my body would make me stronger, but I guess it's best it didn't this time. I can still feel the urgency inside.
I can't even see over my own toes sitting on the floor like this, even if they are digitigrade. My palms are bigger than my head now, but even they can't grab my entire package between the two of them. All I can do is ride it out.
I knew from the outset this was going to be a bad one, but even this is a little extreme. My paws reach almost to the ceiling now and everything else is too heavy to move. Just... a bit more.... Right?
My soft fuzzy tube practically takes up my entire view now. Not that there's much to see except the ceiling and my rising toes. I can feel that connecting length of pelt creeping up my torso, tugging me tighter. Sheaths.... sometimes they could be a hassle.
My toes are splayed against the ceiling now, and even the room is too tight. Being attached to my sheath to my collarbone restricts the amount I can move around to try and get a look. These anchors on my arms don't help, either. It's not even slowing down!
I've broken through the ceiling with my toes and despite my usual self-control, with my shaft. I've gotten hard and my naturally excessive leaking feels enhanced. It just keeps gushing. It's everywhere. I feel pressure from my growth pushing in on me from all around.
My whole torso is pulled tight against my sheath. I can't move at all anymore. I have to at least I try to will it to stop. I know it's useless. I've never been able to control my own body like this, but I have to try. Please stop! Can't stop! ..... Don't stop.