This choice: Continue reading "School for Demons" • Go Back...Chapter #27School for Demons, Chapter 3 by: Seuzz   Sota shrieked. "Quiet," growled the demon. "It's perfectly normal."
"Normal?" Sota shrieked again. "But Momoka! She's—! She's—!"
She was deflating. There was no other word for it. The side of her head was already caved in, and her forehead had collapsed and was sagging over the bridge of her nose. Her glasses fell with a clatter to the floor.
"Sota?" she said. Her voice was slurred. "I feel funny. I feel like—"
She raised her hand. It was flat, and it hung from the cuff of her blazer like an empty glove. As Sota stared, her arm flattened and sagged all the way up to the elbow. Her other arm hung limp from the shoulder.
"Sota," Momoka said again. "I feel mmmpghmph—" Her forehead folded down and met her chin, and the crown of her head sank into her head, making a kind of bowl between her jaw and ears.
As she deflated her clothes began to slip off. First her blazer and her skirt. Her panties slid to the floor to mix with her stockings. But she remained mostly upright, even after she was a limp rag of skin, for she remained impaled at the throat on Sota's finger.
He stared at her, then shook her off with a frenzied flap of his hand. "Ghhyghkkh!" he exclaimed. "What the hell? What the hell did—? Did—?"
"Did you do to her?" The demon sniggered. "You ate her, from the inside out. Slurped her right down. Mm!" The voice got very squishy, and Sota had the impression it was smacking its lips. "Very delicious!"
Sota clutched his head. "I killed her," he muttered. "I killed Sugawara Momoka!"
"Oh, pish tosh," said the voice in his ear. "Did you? That's a metaphysical question. There's her skin, she's left that behind, and that's quite enough to render the issue moot."
"What do you mean?" Sota felt the question as a sense of puzzlement rather than as words.
"Put it on, that's what I mean. Put her skin on," the demon said.
Sota was so shocked he was sure he hadn't heard correctly. "Put it on?" he echoed in a numb voice.
"Yes, put it on. Wear her skin over yours."
Sota's jaw worked. He couldn't get the words out, but he thought them very hard. Yet the demon didn't reply until he had forced them out into the air. "That's disgusting!"
"That may be," the demon said, and its voice was as cold and smooth and squishy as a milkshake. "But if you wear her skin, then you will not have killed her, for she will still be alive. Except you will be her. Do you want to have killed her?" the demon asked when Sota said—and thought—nothing, for his mind had frozen up. "If you don't want to have killed her, then you must put on her skin and become her!"
Sota stared down at the rag of skin—all that was left of Sugawara Momoka. It was the color of old parchment, and her hair was tangled up in her ribbons. He fell to his knees, and crouched over it. He touched his lips with the tip of his tongue. A shudder ran through him.
"I can't," he said. "She's smaller than me. And she's the wrong shape. I'm a guy, and she's—" He trailed off as his heart beat very hard.
"If you can't, then you won't," said the demon. "But don't let the shape stop you. You'll see. It's part of the, erm, magic. You do understand that it's magic, that's what you did. Well, here's some more of it. You can wear her skin. You'll look just like her, you won't look funny. You'll sound like her, too. Go on," the demon urged Sota. "Pull her skin over yours."
Slowly, and fingering it like it was wet, slick dog shit, Sota picked up Momoka's skin by the crown of the head. He shuddered as her face appeared. There were two holes where her eyes should have been, and two smaller holes and a larger one where her nose and mouth would have been. Inside the latter he could make out something white, like teeth.
"You want to go in through her throat," said the demon. "Where you made the hole. You'll find that you can stretch it very wide—certainly wide enough to squeeze yourself through—and pull her up around you. Erm, you'll have to take your clothes off first, of course."
In a daze, hardly knowing what he was doing, Sano Sota threw off his blazer and kicked off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and his school tie, unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers. He let all of his clothes fall in a disordered pile to the floor, leaving him naked and trembling from his crown to his toes in the chilly athletic equipment room of his school.
Her blouse still clung to what was left of Momoka, and Sota pulled it off and tossed it aside. He shook her out until he found the throat and the hole he had made. It was very small. But as he wormed first one and then two fingers in, it stretched.
"Pull it open," the demon urged. "Don't be scared, you can't tear it."
So with two hands, Sota stretched it out until it was big enough that he could slide a foot into it. "Maybe you should sit down," the demon suggested as Sota hopped clumsily on his other foot.
He slid one leg up to the knee inside the skin of Sugawara Momoka, then pulled the hole wide enough to force his other foot and leg inside. Then he drew the lips of the skin up over his thighs to his cock. There, he paused long enough fish each foot into a different one of her legs and to pull them up and tight until his feet were inside hers. He tamped between his toes, like her feet were gloves and he was tightening their fit. He marveled to see that, although Momoka's feet were small while his were long and bony, his feet seemed to shape themselves into hers once they were inside. In fact, he thought he felt them changing—the bones getting smaller and reshaping themselves to be like hers.
"Okay, now get the rest of her up and onto you," the demon said.
So Sota pulled and tugged until his legs were entirely encased her Momoka's, and he had the rest of her up around his hips. Her insides, he found, were smooth and silky, so they didn't bind as he pulled them on, though they stuck tightly enough to his own skin once it was place. And when he stood up and stepped onto a splinter, he discovered—"Ow! Oh, shit!"—that it wasn't like wearing a stocking suit. The splinter bit like Momoka's skin really was his own!
"What will happen to my cock?" he wondered as he pulled her hips around his. "Will it be like wearing tight underwear? Hello?" he said when the demon didn't answer. "Are you there?"
"I'm just waiting for you to discover what will happen," it replied. "Don't worry about it," it added.
"Of course I'm going to worry about it," Sota replied. "It's my— Ulp!" He nearly swallowed his tongue as he looked down to find that his cock and balls had vanished and that instead he had a smooth and hairless slit where they had been. "Are they inside there?" Without hesitating to wonder at what he was doing, he scraped a fingertip across the skin. "Oh, wow!" he gasped. "I think they are in there, just covered up by— Oh wait!" he gasped again. "They're on the other side, too!" he added as he stroked the opposite fold of flesh.
"Are they inside?" he asked, and he slid a cautious finger into the slit. "Oh wow," he said again. "Wow," he repeated as he slid his finger in and out. "It's like— It's like—"
"It's like when you stroke your cock," said the demon. "Except outside in."
"Oh, yeah!" Sota moaned. "I could— I think I could—"
"Yes you could, I can see that," said the demon as Sota flushed and groaned and slid his finger about inside his new pussy. "But you should finish dressing. There'll be lots of time for that later." Sota reluctantly pulled his finger out.
He tugged Momoka higher about him until he could force first one of his arms into one of hers, then the other. Her breasts swelled up as her chest enclosed his, and when Sota squeezed them he found them very firm, and their nipples very tender.
"Now you just need the face," the demon said.
Sota reached behind until he found the lip of the hole he had made and pulled it up and over his head. It pushed his own hair into his eyes, and as Momoka's skin covered his he felt smothered and breathless, and for a moment he panicked. But then first one eye hole and then the other snapped into place in front of his. He pulled at his nose until the skin felt comfortable, and tugged at his jaw.
When he had the face set, he rubbed his hands over himself. Her skin felt as natural as his own, and just as sensitive. Blood showed under it. Only one thing bothered him: the room was fuzzy and indistinct.
"She wears glasses, remember?" the demon said. "Put them on, then go find a mirror. There's one at the very back of the equipment room."
Sota fumbled the frames onto his face and tottered into the back of the room. He quailed a little as he saw a small figure walking toward him. When he got closer, he saw it was Sugawara Momoka. Her eyes were wide with wonder—just as his were!
"Perfect," said the demon. "Now you just have to write a suicide note, and your revenge can commence."
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