Running

Dolores shivered, covered in cold sweat. “I must be getting a cold” She thought vaguely. She sat up at the sound of her cell phone’s buzzing, melodious tone sounding next to the bed. Grabbing the phone, and flipping it open, she mumbled a sleeping greeting.

“How you feeling doll?” he asked.

“Still gross…just getting off work?” She eyed the clock, the red glare of it letting her known it was about a quarter after two in the morning.

“Mmhmm” He was an orderly at the local hospital, so calls such as this were normal. She wasn’t sleeping anyway, so it didn’t really matter. There had been times she’d either slept through the calls, or only been able to mumble a groggy appreciation of the call. But such wasn’t the case tonight. Normally she was healthy, but over the last week she’d begun to feel something that seemed like a cold, physically, but with none of the symptoms.

Erring on the side of caution, she’d gotten a pregnancy test done. She and Erik were careful, but then, it only took once, and neither of them wanted or had plans for children, married or otherwise. And it had come back negative. She’d gotten all her shots, so unless it was some type of strange cold, what it could be that was making her so ill was, well, not making itself obvious. She’d also gained weight. Not much, only a few pounds more, but since she regularly went out walking, and hadn’t changed her diet…well, that was rather strange too.

Erik didn’t seem to mind, but she knew he liked curvier women. He’d teased her about it, playful ribbing. Dolores had glared a few times and he’d quieted down, but she was still unsettled by the suddenness of it. Erik had made her promise that if she wasn’t feeling better within the end of the week, two days from now, she’d make an appointment at the hospital where he worked to see what was going on. Sighing, she rolled back over and attempted sleep. Dolores had been doing her best to not miss work, not in times like this.

Finally, she rolled over, sleep claiming her in a hazy wash of sensation, eyes fluttering closed. She was dead to the world by the time Erik slid into bed next to her about an hour later. His hands found the subtle curve of her hips. They were bigger now, he had to admit, but for the time being, he didn’t mind. He wouldn’t mind either way, really, but if she started to show real concern he’d do his best to be supportive. They’d been friends since high school, science and book nerds to the end. They didn’t start dating until about half way through college. At least by that time they’d been well grounded emotionally, as much as the young could be expected to be.

Erik chuckled at this. It wasn’t a surprised to either of their families, but neither had it been taken for granted. He was grateful, at the very least, for that. Being pushed into things was too often the way the men in his family operated, and it had been a point of chagrin all his life. Now, with juggling grad school on top of work, the act of being driven to such a choice would have only driven him and Dolores apart.

Engaged, yes, though the wedding was hardly set, and they were both fine with that,
obviously. He nuzzled the shell of her ear, feeling her back shift against him. He was sort of starting to like the idea of her being a bit heavier. She carried her curves well, and he was always the type to prefer soft over the angled, boyish roughness that had so forcibly become the trend for women’s figures. He did his best to not let the supple line of her slightly dusky skin affect him. The realization of her need to rest in order to fight whatever she’d come down with was all that kept him from closing the vague gap between their bodies and awakening her with his need.

Sighing contentedly, if a bit heatedly, his eyes closed and he let sleep clamber its way over his consciousness. While not dreamless, he did not remember his own. Dolores, on the other hand, awoke to the angry buzz of the alarm. A quick swat ceased its angry clamor, and she groaned, scrubbing her eyes with an upturned palm. Erik, luckily, always slept like the dead, so the only sign he wasn’t utterly comatose was the subtle hiss of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest and….the subtle but oh so present brush of his half erection against her backside. She knew it wasn’t for her, was only biology, but none the less, it made her cheeks flush.

But she needed to get up and get ready for work. Her dreams were hazy now. All she recalled was the there were the screams of strange birds, and vast open land. And running, and that the running was not in any way what she recalled the feeling of jogging, or even short bursts of speed to be like. It was joyful, instead of rigorous. She made a note to get her bike out of storage after work. A quick few minutes in the shower and then she was brushing her teeth, eying her sleeping lover with a soft smile. The length of his morning arousal made her body tight, but for now, she enjoyed the view.

Dressing and grabbing a piece of fruit and some coffee, she grabbed her bag and started for her office. It was only a few hours of work before classes, which were done by early evening. But still, the idea of having to make it through the day feeling somewhat nauseous and with her sinuses acting up irritated her. She didn’t like calling off anything for sickness, but she hated feeling sick. With luck, being out and about would make it pass.

“I could always eat something spicy to help the process along…” At that thought her stomach twitched, and her face curled into a frown “Or not…”

Finally, she made it to the office building that she interned at for the better part of the weekday mornings. After a brief set of token greetings, she sat down and began to shuffle through the stack of papers that was waiting. Easy enough, and by about lunch time she was done. And done for the day, thankfully, her inner voice chided. At least for now, there were still classes from two until five. Although, with how heavy she suddenly felt, and how her stomach twitched, she opted against perhaps going to class. The last thing she needed was the ire of her fellow students over making them sick.


Returning home, she found Erik just stepping out of the shower. Smirking at him, she chided “Lazzzy” but was soon cut off by him pinning her to the door frame, bright green eyes narrowed in that oh so feral way. Swallowing playfully, she tried to squirm away. His hands caught her wrists, and he nuzzled along her collar bone, biting gently and rolling the flesh.

She wasn’t one to mind being bitten, however “No bruising where people can see it…” Erik whined, but grinned impishly and tugged her shirt up over the supple, full mounds of her breasts. Fingers traced over the indents of her nipples in the cotton and spandex cups, and he felt her writhe under him. He was already stiff, rubbing himself slowly against the exposed paunch of her stomach and leering at her. The openness of his lascivious ways always made her legs buckle, and today was no exception. Dolores was at least happy that she didn’t generally get aroused enough to stain anything, as the pants she’d worn today weren’t heavy enough to hide any form of wetness.

It didn’t matter anyway, because as soon as she’d finished the thought, those big, somewhat rough fingers were tugging her free of her pants. Jerking her legs apart and nuzzling her neck again, this time kissing, suckling, his tongue carving a reminder of her curves in his brain with its slow movements, he grind-ed himself against her folds. She’d never been one to need much foreplay, and his enthusiasm at seeing her, especially naked, pearls of water beading against his slightly dusky skin and his somewhat long, curly dark hair, was enough. Erik hilted himself in her, not even bothering to make the 5 foot walk to the bed; Dolores braced herself as he started slow. Pressing up, in, dragging his hips in and out, dragging against every inch of the tight heat of her, ensuring every elegant curve of his decently sized organ hit those sweet spots, her back bowed and she rose to meet him.

His mouth stole her breath, stole her screams, drinking down that passion with a hunger that only love could possess. Her arms tangled in the still damp shock of his dark hair, and soon the only sounds in the world were the press of flesh against flesh, a rhythmic, elegant slapping smack. And of course, the high keen of her voice as that cock buried in her, pressed her apart, her muscles gripping him with a warm tugging jerk of muscle. Hands glided down to her full, plush butt, pulling the cheeks apart enough so he could curve his fingers against the flesh, squeezing every time her hips bucked up into his.

It was hot, frantic, eager, and between his grunting gasps against her neck, breast, and mouth, and the high wail of her voice, along with the crash of flesh on flesh, the curling shiver of those oh so wet, tight, hard spots curling, they were soon spent in a fervor of frenzied voices, fluids mixing. His cock grazed her clit, and a staccato of screams was his reward, until finally, finally, she slumped against him while he leaned into the side of the door frame adjacent, afterglow flowing in. Smiling, kissing, they untangled.

“Mmm…after last night’s sleeplessness and that….I think I can afford to miss one class. Besides, it’s still early on and my professor likes me. And I’m caught up. I’ll just call Anna for the notes tomorrow.” Dolores smirked and kissed him again, then flopped against the bed and dozed while Erik finished dressing himself, and found something to eat. He had thought she’d seemed even heavier than two days ago, but well, again, it didn’t bother him so much as strike him as odd. Curves suited her well, either way, and they had people to turn to if there seemed to be any danger.

He well and truly loved her, no matter what she looked like. He thanked the fact that they were friends before anything else for that. She was his best friend, in the general sense. He had plenty of other friends, and they enjoyed their time apart, as much as together. But still, she clicked with him. Being nerds, readers, and the type of people who enjoyed talking about anything, without the need to take risks with drinking and partying all night long, some of their friends thought that odd, but well, whatever.

As he nibbled his sandwich, he watched her sleeping, smiling softly. She always looked so peaceful, even when sleep came hard for her. He envied her gracefulness, since so often when he slept alone, he’d awaken to find himself tangled in the sheets, strewn across the bed like some bad impression of an artists’ dynamic pose sketching. She’d teased him slightly about it sometimes, claiming he was trying to swim in his sleep. But all in all, things were good between, them, simple. There was affection, and love, but not the need to constantly be attached.

Which was why he felt as he did, regarding their love; that nothing would ever change the way he felt for and about her. He was careful to make such promises out loud, knowing full well that things such as that held weight, power, in their own way, but in his heart, he felt it. Sighing, he stretched, and went out for a job, tucking his cell phone in the pocket of his loose sweat pants. It was perhaps fifteen minutes into his jog when his phone blared a tonal parody of Pachelbel's Canon in D.

Erik let the melody fade, and the call go to voicemail, since he wasn’t expecting any calls. The phone went with him more to serve as a clock. When it rang again, though, he stopped, curious. Generally most of his calls didn’t happen until the evening hours, and it was still only a little after three. Sighing, he stopped again, pulling the phone out and flipping it open. Dolores’s’ voice greeted him. Her breathing was even, but there was a frantic note in it that made the pit of his stomach clench.

“I’ll be home soon” He whispered softly, clicking the phone shut. Hailing a cab, because it would take at least an hour on foot to get home, and he knew he didn’t have that kind of time. There was something in the breathy words that was just shy of plaintive. Finally, Erik managed to hail a cab. He muttered his address and then did his best to not let the fifteen minute drive home make his stomach flip flop with worry. He knew if it was something truly bad, she’d have called 911. That truth didn’t help.

Dolores had awakened. And she was bigger. Much bigger and recalled vaguely that she’d dreamed of running again. The running that felt so free, so light. She didn’t hurt anymore, or feel sick, but she was somewhat dizzy, as if the grip of sleep hadn’t completely left her yet. The heavy feeling was more than just something physical right now. Scrubbing her eyes with her hands, she attempted to stand, waiting for Erik to return. They wouldn’t be able to go to the doctor, she knew that much. There would be no explaining this.

When he opened the door the apartment, he heard labored breathing. Walking into the bedroom, his eyes went wide. The bed had buckled under Dolores’ girth. She was nearly five more feet than her previous 5’5 been, and a good three hundred pounds heavier, as well. On her normally 175 frame, this didn’t go unnoticed.

“Dolores….what?” Erik eyed her in disbelief, the question heavy on his lips.

“I don’t know. I woke up…and…and…was like this?” Her eyes were wide.

“Do you want me to call an ambulance, does it hurt?” Erik worked to keep himself from being frantic with fear.

“I feel fine. But I don’t know if moving would be a good idea” As soon as the words had left her lips, she shuddered, rolling into a ball. Then she didn’t move. Erik dived for his phone, frantically trying to punch those three numbers in, despite the frantic shudder of his hands.

“Really I’m fine. Just, tired, and nervous I guess.”

“911 Emergency speaking….” Was all he heard before the small space of the bedroom was filled with a strange mechanical hum that he had no name for.
The phone fell from his hand, clattering against the floor, disconnected. Eyes wide, he watched as Dolores tried to get up. Dolores blinked again as a spasm leapt through her. The only sensation that came to her mind was the need to run, the need to run until she was breathless. How she would manage that, with being so heavy, though, was a mystery. Another shudder, another wave of muscles clenching and rolling, and she bit her lip to keep her knees from utterly buckling.

A resolve filled her, and she started to pace towards Erik “I’m fine. I’m fine don’t look at me like that, I will be fine, don’t panic!” Her tone of voice ended any kind of debate he might have had.

As she moved forward, her backside jutted out, and there was the crack of bone. A soft cry came, and tears weld in her eyes. There should have been pain with that noise, but there was only the sound of whatever was changing. She was grateful for that, at least. She had always possessed a high pain tolerance, but between this and that sound, she would have been sick, had there been pain. Her entire form shuddered, bucked, and Erik fought off the immediate rag doll metaphors that tumbled around in his head. The only thing that made him calm was the utter look of tranquility that had taken over her shining face. Her legs lengthened, growing more appropriate for her newfound size. They were huge, muscular, full of power, grace, and the limbs bending with a lithe agility that defied imagination.

He eyed the shape of her new legs, recognizing them as digitigrade. He watched her feet become hooves, arching out, the toes fusing and darkening to an ebony shade. They were hard and heavy against the floor, roughly the size of a coffee cup’s circumference. They sounded an almost musical staccato against the floor as Dolores righted herself, large eyes flashing with worry. Her clothing had been lost in all this, and she stood, creamy skin exposed, the rich pink-brown of her nipples and the curve of her sex exposed. She gained her balance quickly, but the floor sagged with her efforts to move. Which, Erik realized, could quickly become a problem, they were on the third floor of five. If it gave way, it could be disastrous.

“We need to get out of here Erik. I don’t know what’s happening, and I don’t know why, but if we don’t it could end…badly. And I don’t think whatever is happening is over with yet.”

“How are you feeling? Does it hurt?” He swallowed.

“No…it just feels strange” She did her best to smile, despite her growing sense of dread.
He grabbed her hand, eyes meeting her own. She seemed to understand what was going on, and nodded, doing her best to rise and clamber onto her strange new feet. Whatever was around them was drowned out by the strange thrum and incandescent light that made everything a blur. His attention snapped back to Dolores, whose heavy feet fell thickly, leaving marks. Swallowing, she followed as best she could, as fast as she could. They made it to the bottom landing of the building before another series of spasms overtook Dolores’ body. The stairs behind them had at least withheld her clambering down them, though there were definitive cracks veining the concrete now.

This time, her stomach muscles jumped and quivered, the skin giving a series of spasm in ways that skin would simply not naturally do. Dolores cried out then, a sharp, piercing noise. It was shock, though, pure and simple shock. Two juts of flesh and bone formed at her hips, thrusting forward from her pelvis. Long, elegant horse’s legs, Erik realized, staring, the hooves dancing as gracefully as size would allow, the hooves sleek and dark. From just below her belly button, a rippling wave of chestnut fur unfurled, a living carpet, flowing over her new form. She looked radiant throughout it, and for this Erik was somewhat more at ease.

Finally, the shuddering spasms stopped, the still human portion of Dolores was beaded with sweat, but other than that, she breathed normally, and smiled at him. Around them, the building shook, and quickly they eased out the main doors as much as could be allowed. But as Dolores tugged, the frame shook even more forcefully, and finally she tugged, brining the frame down with a crackling snap that made the entire foundation tremble.

Swallowing, she pulled Erik into her arms, eyes wide with fear. He smiled at her then, murmuring, “We’ll figure it out…I love you” and then kissing her. Her lips were still soft, pliant, eager, even if they were so much bigger and plumper than they’d been before.

Dolores’s mind had finally cleared, and she couldn’t sense the strange thrumming sound, and everything was clear. She felt powerful. And in her, that need to run, and not stop running, made her body quiver. The world around her seemed smaller now, delicate. Her vision seemed the same, but her sense of smell, and hearing where that much sharper, and it took a few deep breaths for her to center herself. She wrung her hands slowly. Looking back over herself, and at Erik, she paced in place, hooves clattering, and tail flicking in thought. She was roughly about the size of the quarter horses she remembered riding as a child, not huge, but not insignificant either.

“We need to go. I don’t know where, but somewhere. The park, I think, would work. We can get lost in the far side of it until we figure out what else to do.” She knew it was hardly a good answer, but it was the only one she could offer him at the moment. And the need to move, to run, to be anywhere but this strange, lifeless place of stone and steel was nearly drowning her. She had loved the city all her life, and lived in it most of her life, but now, she would go mad with the suffocation she felt in it.

Erik pressed himself close, her massive breasts brushing over him. He quivered, but swallowed, realizing they needed to get out of here. He was amazed there weren’t people out right now, but it was really only a matter of time. Dolores quickly deposited him on her haunches, jutting her chin in the direction of the park. Yes, the park was perfect. It had many hidden pockets of trees and fields, and was on the edge of a bigger section of land no one had yet snapped up yet. They would go there, and work something out.

If that was possible, at this point, anyway, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief. Smiling down at Erik, she cupped his now so small hand in her own. “Hang on” she murmured, then hunched slightly, before slamming forward into a ground eating gallop. Erik braced himself, arms wrapped around as much of her plush midsection as he could manage. Strangely, the human half of her seemed to still be same size, now that her body had finished its transformation. However, she seemed to be getting more massive. Dolores blinked, but didn’t stop running, even as the magic surged through and around her, that great clamor of noise making her deaf to nearly everything but the sound of the wind.

Erik gazed at her form, even as he encircled her waist with his arms. She still had her coppery skin, and a thick head of brunette hair that fell in curls to the middle of her back. The fur on her powerful horse half mimicked this color in lighter tones. Chestnut, he though, carefully, was the term for that color. Her hooves were a mix of cream fading to a light brown, shiny with health. A bubbling laugh came from her as them galloped forward, her sorrel tail a high banner behind them. He was grateful for her giddiness with how surreal things had become, it would have broken him to see her react poorly. And she was so warm.

As they thundered down the pavement, people stopped and stared. The thrumming was suddenly back, loud and musical, with the glitter of lights. Erik shook his head, dizzy, clinging, and blinked as he heard the sound of screams of exclamation, small explosions. Opening his eyes again, the air was full of the screech of birds, all around harpies, all female, naked breasts bare, shuddered and took flight, feathers dazzling in metallic splendor to offset their sharp aquiline noses and dreadful talons. Vaguely, Eric pondered if this was a dream, but it was too strange to be even that.

Dolores cocked her head, watching the strange creatures, which slowly followed behind them, twittering and calling out like song birds, in a strange mix of bird song and human chatter. As they ran, followed by their feathery entourage, Dolores felt more magic flowing through her. She slowed, as that took hold of her, until at a brisk trot. She smelled green growing things.

“Finally getting close” She smiled over her shoulder, the thrumming and the magic surging around and against her, pushing out, pushing up. The ground grew somewhat farther away, but she didn’t mind. She could smell fresher air, feel wind. She murmured once more for Erik to hang on, and then started her ground eating lope once more. Erik glanced down as her horse half expanded under him. She was about the size of a Clydesdale now, huge hooves thundering as they struck, the sidewalk pavement buckling with impact.

Dolores sprang forward into a jump, despite her bulk, sailing gracefully through the air as she bounded the final distance onto the soft green of the parks edges. Behind them, she could hear the harpies singing in their strange vocalizations, carousing through the air in swoops and dives, shining brightly in the setting sun.


She turned to Erik, who was pale from the suddenness with which she had plunged skyward.
“Are you alright?” She asked, curls tangled around her face as then fell earthward. He nodded silently, swallowing nervously. Dolores stroked over his dark hair, blowing him a kiss. The thrumming, again, this time paired with the melodious cry of the harpies. Erik relaxed, although once more he felt her skin shudder under him, her horse half flowing out in mass. Finally, once they stopped, he assessed her once more. “And that didn’t hurt?” His voice was breathy.

“No, I told you, I’m fine. This feels….wondrous. I could run forever” She laughed.

“It may come to that. For now though, we should sit and think” He said.

Nodding, she turned to him and replied “Agreed” feeling light, despite the bulk of her new body. While everything wasn’t exactly tiny, it was different. She could easily see into the canopy of the fir trees they passed through, the soft crunch of the carpet of needles rhythmic to her ears. The harpies roosted in the trees and were silent, for now. She sneezed softly at the scent of pine resin, the acrid, but pleasant smell a nice alternative to the asphalt and ozone one they’d left behind. She felt Erik settle against her back, his warmth and weight pleasant.

They made it to the park. By that time, Erik judged her horse half to be of elephantine size. Each thud of her hooves cracked the pavement, and left dents in the wet earth once they finally crossed the boundary into the park. He could no longer see any harpies, and soon they were ensconced in trees. Dolores folded her legs under her, settling uneasily into the soft grass. She pressed the heel of her hands against her eyes and sobbed softly. Erik buried his head in the dark swath of her hair and nuzzled.

“I still love you. This won’t change anything. I promise” It was true, surreal, but the truth, none the less. He slid from her back slowly, making his way to hind quarters. He stroked his hands up and down her huge, wide flanks, amazed at how unlike normal horse fur it was. It was plush, having an almost velvety texture. He tangled his fingers in it. She stammered softly, but he shushed her, slapping her hip playfully, the sound impacting with a lush, meaty sound. He felt the muscles beneath her full, soft warmth quiver, and her tail flicked, the hair still having a human softness. He flushed, thinking.

Finally, he slide is hand down the great, pink-black folds of her sex, and dragged the flat portion of his hands up and down the entirety of those still soft, impossibly warm folds. Her protests faltered to shuddering breaths, and she slowly flexed her tail until it rested up against her back, out of the way. The first gleam of arousal flooded across her, and Erik knelt, dragging his tongue along the expanse of her swollen lips. He found the huge roundness of her clit, like so much ripe, ready fruit, and bit down on it, slowly, agonizingly, suckling it and the sweetness of her pussy off of it. The thick bud of flesh quivered under his tongue. Resting his hands on her haunches, Erik could feel them shake with need. He continued to lick, suckle, and bite.

He knew he’d never be able to satisfy her needs with himself, not with her in such a massive state of behemoth perfection. But, well, he was a man of many talents, hands included. Slowly, evenly, not minding the least the lewd carnality of what it did, his arm slid inside of her sex. The muscles quivered, flexing, a vice of tender, sensitive flesh tucking around his arm. Erik felt those muscles squeeze. He kissed her clit again, whispering.

“Baby, I want this, but you have to be still for it cause if you move you’ll toss me, mmkay?”

“A-alright” She stammered.

His hands found that sweet spot along the apex of her sex, that little tell tale ridge of nerves. Fingers stroked over them, slowly at first, memorizing each supple curve with the tips of his fingers. Finally, he pushed his palm flat and massaged, rewarded with another tight spasm of muscles, another gush of glorious fluid. The tang of it filled his senses, and he felt his already stiff member throw to a near painful level of need. Sighing softly, he worked her, stroked her, feeling the heat of her vast sex clench and unclench. He watched, her chest heaving as she panted, making those perfect breasts and nipples bouncing in her visible effort to not be overtaken with the need to react. He carefully returned his attention to her clit with his free hand, smiling as her front hooves churned the ground into a wet slew of richly verdant grass and sweetly pungent earth.

“C-close” She breathed, eyes rolling back as her hands pawed at nothing. Another ripple of muscle, and her clit tugged and fluttered in his hand, seizing up, tugging close to her body. He lapped it, circled that bright pink pearl of nerves until finally, finally, she cried out enough that the sound echoed through the encroaching dusk. Erik grinned, and carefully eased his soaked arm from her. Slowly, he tugged his too tight pants out of the way, and carefully pressed himself flush with her mons. He rutted against her, dragging himself against the warm entrance of her sex without actually pressing inward. He’d always enjoyed frotting, and the raw carnality of this was driving him nearly mad with lust.

He slid his hips against her, jerking and bucking in pleasure as the sensation throbbed through his groin, fingers pressed into her haunches, leaving dimples in the perfect copper curves. Her tail curled around him, tickling and caressing, a curtain of silky, flax colored softness as he rose and fell against her perfection. Finally, that edge was there, rolling through him as a hot wash of pleasure that stole his breath, caused him to cry out, rich seed emptying against the entirety of her cunny. Gasping, he leaned against her, afterglow flooding through him.

“Love you” Her voice came softly. Her eyes met his own, and she smiled, still holding all the love she and more, that she felt for him. This was strange. But they would make it, she knew they would, regardless of what was happening.

“Love you too” He whispered back, slowly dragging his weary form to rest against her breasts and chest, pressing her lips to hers and then gently closing his eyes. Dolores and Erik pressed themselves into one and others warmth, content to sleep for now, figuring out the rest later on. Perhaps it was just a dream, but as long as they were together it mattered not to him.