Storycrafting

 

Storycrafting

(2020) (2060 words)

(omnipotence, kinky discussion but no actual sex)

 

Jessica and Derek stared at the vial on the table.

"Are you... are you gonna..." Jessica began.

Derek shook his head. "We don't know what it'll do."

"Yeah, but..." she trailed off. She looked around the room timidly, “he said it was safe.”

Derek shook his head. “I’m not putting that inside of me.”

Jessica glanced around her, thinking. “Aren’t you… curious?”

Derek put his hands in his pockets. “Look, if you’re so curious, why don’t you drink it?”

Jessica stared at the vial. Her heart rate sped up. “O-okay.”

Derek blinked. “What, really?”

Arrin looked from Derek to Jessica and back to Derek, taking mental notes.

Derek stared at her for a moment. "Are you sure you wanna do that?" Jessica hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Derek raised his hands. "All yours."

Slowly, Jessica picked up the vial. It seemed to glow in her hand. She lifted it to her lips and swallowed it.

The effects were immediate. Immediately, her body began to expand, and she ran her hands over her skin. “Oh my god, this… this feels amazing!” Her clothes began to stretch and dig into her body as she passed six, six and a half, seven feet.

Derek backed away slowly. “Oh shit, Jess, that’s… oh my god, you’re growing really fast.” His heart pounded and his adrenaline spiked. He turned to look for an escape route. There were no doors, no walls; just a featureless grey void. He started to panic slightly.

Arrin frowned and shook their head.

Derek stepped away and started to run, but Jessica grabbed him by his collar, yanking him off his feet. “Oh, no, you aren’t going anywhere. I said this was going to be fun, right? How am I supposed to have fun by myself?”

“Jessica… please…” Derek stammered out. He flailed, knocking the vial out of her hand, which tumbled to the ground and shattered on the ground.

“Stop.” Arrin commanded. Both Derek and Jessica froze in place, as did the shards from the broken vial, frozen in mid-air.

Arrin contemplated the scene they had just watched. No, it’s… it’s not the right vibe. They rewound time, and watched as the pieces of the vial fused together and flew up to Jessica’s hand. Jessica let go of Derek’s shirt and shrank back to her original size, then put the vial back down on the table, moving in reverse. Time froze again when the two were looking at each other.

So… first of all, Arrin thought, I want Derek to be more excited. Less scared. They poked in his mind, making tiny changes to his hormones and brain chemistry. And Jessica should be… more assertive, but less dominating. If that makes sense. They took a few moments to modify her as well, and also made a few changes to the chemical composition of the contents of the vial. When they were satisfied, they stepped back to give the characters some space. Okay. Let’s go again.

Time restarted.

"Are you... are you gonna..." Jessica began.

Derek shook his head. "We don't know what it'll do."

"Yeah, but..." she trailed off. She looked up to his eyes and smiled softly. "You know it's gonna be fun."

He blushed. "Yeah, but..."

"What if... what if I drank it?" Jessica said, nervously.

Derek stared at her for a moment. "Are you sure?" Jessica hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Derek raised his hands. "All yours."

Slowly, Jessica picked up the vial. It seemed to glow in her hand. She lifted it to her lips and swallowed it.

The effects were immediate. Immediately, her body began to expand, and she ran her hands over her skin. “Oh my god, this… this feels amazing!” Her clothes began to stretch and dig into her body as she passed six, six and a half, seven feet. Her breasts swelled out, growing faster than the rest of her, her nipples poking through the taut fabric of her shirt.

Derek backed away slowly. “Oh shit, Jess, that’s… oh my god, you’re growing really fast.” His heart pounded and his adrenaline spiked. His dick swelled in his pants. “You’re…”

“Mmm…” Jessica grinned as she swelled past eight feet. “I’m what?”

“You’re… you’re really hot.” Derek breathed.

Jessica stepped forward and pulled Derek gently toward her.

Arrin smiled and nodded. That’s better.

Something poked Arrin’s consciousness; someone was trying to contact them. They stopped time again and focused, and found that it was Mida, waiting patiently. Arrin smiled. They waved their hand and tore a small hole in the universe, just large enough to allow Mida through. She entered, and Arrin sealed it behind her.

“Hey Arrin!” She smiled happily.

Arrin gave her a hug. “Good to see you!” They looked her up and down, taking in her long, bright pink hair, her large breasts, her tight, revealing clothes. “You’re looking very feminine today,” they said appreciatively.

“Oh, yeah, I just, y’know, I feel pretty feminine today. I’ve been using this form for… oh, 150 years? A little more maybe.” She looked around her and saw the two frozen people before her, the larger woman taking the smaller man in an embrace. “Ooh! What’s this? Is this a work in progress?”

“Yup. This is just the beginning. It starts off with some growth, but I have some neat ideas for where it’s going to go after this.”

Do tell.”

Arrin shook their head. “Not yet. I want to think on it for a while.”

“Mm. I’m looking forward to it already. Who’s going to be the point-of-view character?”

Both, kinda. I want to be able to self-insert as either one.”

“Oh, that’s neat! It sounds like a lot of work, though.”

“I’ll let you know.”

Mida looked around at the featureless grey void they were in. There was no horizon, no sun, no light source. Just a grey surface and endless grey around them. “This is, uh, an interesting setting.”

Arrin got close to Jessica’s face and frowned. Carefully, they moved a few freckles around on her skin. As they did, they replied. “Well I mean once I get their interaction down I’m going to drop them into a city. I’m thinking maybe 23rd-century Vancouver.”

Mida thought about it. “Isn’t that backwards?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well if you expose them to new surroundings after you plan their interaction, isn’t that going to affect how they react to things?”

“A little. But that’s fine. I like leaving a bit of stuff to chance. Besides, if it changes in a way I don’t like, I can always fix it later.”

“I guess. It just seems like it’s creating extra work for you.”

“All part of the creative process.”

Mida smiled at her friend. “So. What have you been living lately?”

Arrin frowned. “I dunno, no one’s crafted anything recently that I really liked.”

“What! Didn’t you try the one that Pyllun did?”

“Which one?”

“The one that started off on the farm in 16th-century Spain and ended up with the entire world impaled on the farmgirl’s cock.”

“Yeah, I did do that one…”

“And you didn’t like it?”

“Well I loved the kinks, and the characters were a lot of fun, but... you couldn’t really self-insert. There was no point-of-view character. You could only observe.”

“Yeah… so?”

Arrin shrugged. “I like to self-insert.”

“Fair enough.”

“Actually, no, you know what I did like? Lea crafted one not too long ago - maybe about 400 years or so - that I thought was super hot.”

“Oh, the one with the nine different genders?”

Arrin laughed. “Okay, that was another one that I really liked! But no, I meant the one where you get drained, bit-by-bit, over a long period of time, into your character’s girlfriend. And she gets bigger and more powerful, and then finally turns you into her underwear.”

Mida grimaced. “Yeah, I remember that one. It just went on forever.”

“That was what I liked about it!”

“Yeah, but then at the end it goes on for literally years! It’s like five years of her wearing you while she goes about her day!”

“Well, yeah. What’s the point of getting turned into underwear if you aren’t going to get worn?”

Mida rolled her eyes. “I’d had enough after six months.”

Arrin folded their arms across their chest. “So. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Mida smirked coyly. “I have something I think you might like.”

“Oh?”

“Have you seen what Xa just shared?”

Arrin’s eyes widened. “No. I thought he’d stopped crafting. Or, at least, sharing.”

“Yeah, the last thing he did was… it must be at least 8,000 years ago, I think? But… I seem to remember that you were a fan.”

“I was. I am. Where is it?”

“Here.” Mida gently directed Arrin’s awareness to a capsule of information somewhere outside of their universe.

Arrin smiled. They manifested a chair and sat in it, closing their eyes. They accessed the capsule and examined the experience. “Hrm. Okay. It’s pretty short.”

“Yep. It’s only about ten months long.” She watched Arrin’s face as they skimmed it.

“Oh! Oh. I think I see why you think I’d like this. There’s a lot of fun kinks here.”

Mida just smiled in response.

“Tentacles… size play… slavery... a bit of violence, but not too much…” they straightened up for a moment. “There are two point-of-view characters in this one, too.”

“Yup. This is meant for two people.”

“I see…” Arrin was grinning widely now, and their heart began to speed up a bit. This looks very fun, they thought. “Have you… tried this yet? With anyone?”

“Nope. I looked at it and I thought of you right away.”

They opened their eyes and looked at Mida. “Which… which character do you want to be?”

Mida stepped forward and, putting her arms around their neck, sat on their lap. “Well… you know I like it when you get masculine.” Arrin chuckled again. “So I thought… maybe I could be the girl who discovers the wand, and you could be the teacher she’s got a crush on.”

“Hrm.” Arrin looked again at the contents of the experience, and their body began to change. They became larger, heavier, firmer, more muscular. Stubble sprouted from their face, which quickly formed itself into a full, black beard. A suit and tie draped itself over their form. “You mean this teacher?”

Mida giggled as she felt her lover’s body shift underneath her. “Yeah. That’s the one.”

Arrin, now definitively a man, took a moment to appreciate his new body. He flexed his arm and stroked his beard. Mida traced her finger along his pectoral muscles. “Well. As long as we’re getting changed…”

She stood up and spun around quickly, gracefully. As she did, she shrank slightly, becoming a petite, mousy young woman with short brown hair, wearing glasses and a private school student uniform. She looked down at herself, and Arrin nodded at her.

“I like,” he said.

“Well, don’t get too used to it. I’m not going to look like this for very long,” she smirked.

“Should we get started?” she winked at him.

“Hell yes.” He waved his hand and Jessica and Derek vanished into thin air. “I’ll put that away for now. It’ll wait until we’re done.” He concentrated and access the capsule once again, and the formless grey void around them began to take shape. The sky turned blue, grass sprouted from the ground, a sun appeared. In a moment, the two of them were standing in an empty parking lot before a large, stone building, on a late summer’s afternoon. There was no movement, no wind, no noise. He turned to look at her. “So… your name is… Melissa.”

“And you’re Nathan.”

“Excuse me, miss, my name is Mister Quinn to you.”

Melissa giggled. “Sorry. Mister Quinn. Do you want to start at or should I?”

He waved his hand. “Be my guest.”

Melissa blinked, and suddenly there were dozens of people walking through the parking lot toward the building. It was the first day of a new school year, and there was a bustle of activity as everyone got ready for the beginning of the day.

Melissa and Mr. Quinn looked at each other. “I guess I’ll see you during third period,” he said.

She smiled. “See you then,” and walked away to join her friends as they entered the school.

They had a very interesting year ahead of them.

 

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