This story is now completed.
This story is about an average, quiet girl finding a secret power and transforming into a superhero, at the cost of her continence. A lot of sci-fi and alien stuff in this one.
This is still in-progress, and I’ll continue to add chapters as I find the time. It’s another request I received, but I took it much more seriously and got far more involved. I personally believe that it’s my best story so far, but I’ll let it speak for itself.
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CHAPTER 1: SOMETHING SHINY
Strange creatures in space suits. Ships zooming past one another. Lazers flying everywhere. A war raged between two extraterrestrial species, several lightyears outside the Earth’s solar system. In the center of a dark room aboard one of the ships sat a heavily-guarded safe made of several thick layers of a strong metal. Three creatures stood guard inside this room, and two directly outside it in a long hallway leading to the room. These humanoid beings were a dark shade of aquamarine and stood at 8 feet tall and 3 feet wide at the shoulders. They were heavily armed with metal suits and held highly-advanced weapons in their hands, designed to disintegrate anything that threatened the safe’s contents.
Suddenly, the creatures heard a distant crash. Battles were taking place in another room on the ship, and the shots were coming closer. The two standing guard outside the door raised their weapons as they awaited the enemies’ approach. The wall burst open at the end of the hall, and the two creatures opened fire into the explosion. But as the debris cleared, a glittering light began to appear. A force field had blocked the incoming shots. On the other side stood an army of bright-red creatures, about half the size of the blue creatures, with bright-yellow slits for eyes and insect-like mouths and bodies. They had two mantis-like arms protruding from their shoulders and two weapon extensions directly beneath, which appeared to be surgically attached. Their exoskeletal bodies began moving quickly through the force field as the blue creatures continued firing their weapons. Hidden mines in the floor blew some of the creatures to pieces while others were disintegrated by the weapons, but more and more swarmed through the hall, firing lazers from the extensions on their bodies. They quickly overtook the two blue creatures, and as some began hungrily devouring them, others moved on and began to break open the metal door which separated them from their prize.
The door gave way, and the three blue creatures within began firing as the red monsters crawled on through. Electricity pulsed through the room, killing yet more of the intruders, but this only slowed their progress. As with the two outside the room, they trampled the three guardians and started shooting and clawing at the safe. When the seal finally broke and the door opened, a small, red, glowing crystal appeared within. One of the insect creatures grabbed it in his claw, and the army rushed for the exit of the ship.
Meanwhile, more reinforcements were being dispatched to apprehend the intruders and retrieve the stolen property. As the red creatures boarded their spherical ships, the blue creatures followed suit in their triangular ones. The chase was on, as the triangular ships began shooting down spheres one by one. But they made a fatal mistake, shooting down the ship which held the stolen gem. The ship blew into a million pieces, sending organic matter and debris flying in all directions. The gem flew among the wreckage, sent millions of miles in an unknown direction, going unnoticed as the battle waged on.
“Are we almost there?” “My feet hurt.” “I’m hungry.” “Can we go swimming again?”
God these kids are annoying, she thought. Laura Black marched on, trailing the group of complaining children from behind, making sure nobody got lost. She wiped her short, black hair out of her face, and her tired blue eyes stared lazily at the path ahead. Why had she agreed to do this? Why didn’t she just get a restaurant job or something? “Oh, it’ll be so much fun!” her roommate had said. Bleagh.
Laura had signed up to be a camp counselor that summer to help pay off her student loans. She didn’t have much experience with kids besides some babysitting jobs here and there, but her roommate Kelly had convinced her to do this with her. Laura preferred to be by herself at home, and was kind of withdrawn. Right now her only goal was to pay off her loans and get a job somewhere so that she could get on with her life.
Along with an older counselor, Kelly Edwards led the group in front, a walking stick in hand. She looked to be enjoying herself quite a bit despite the whining children behind her. A smile lit up her face, making her shiny blond hair look even shinier. Her green eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she happily walked the path through the woods. She was quite fond of the children and experienced with them, as she had had plenty of siblings to look after growing up.
Finally, the group stopped at a clearing in the forest. Laura’s legs were tired and her energy was drained. “Okay, everyone!” Kelly yelled in a bubbly tone. “We’re gonna set up camp here, so let’s get out the tents and get to it!”
“Miss Kelly?” one of the boys asked.
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, alright! Miss Laura, will you please take Kyle somewhere to take care of business while we set up here?”
Laura cringed at the way her roommate called her “Miss” Laura. She liked Kelly, but her constant positivity could be annoying sometimes. “Alright,” Laura said. “Let’s go, Kyle.” She took Kyle and let him to a hidden spot among the trees. “Okay, go ahead.”
“But there’s no toilet here!” The child was incredulous.
“Of course not, it’s the woods. Just go behind a tree over there.”
“But I’m not sure if I can…”
Laura was getting irritated. “Well, just try to.”
“Okay.” The boy sheepishly walked over behind a tree to relieve himself. Laura looked away while he did so. She looked around the woods, wondering when this camping trip would end. She just wanted to go home and sleep. She continued looking around until a shiny object caught her eye. She walked over about 30 yards to investigate, and saw a bright red crystal on the ground beneath her. She reached for it and held it up to look at it. Suddenly, it glowed brightly, catching her off-guard a bit, then slowly faded back to normal. Laura simply stared at it, not sure what to think.
She heard a voice from the distance. “Miss Laura! I’m finished!”
Laura snapped back to attention, and pocketed the strange gem she had found. She brushed off the glowing as some kind of illusion, and walked back over to where Kyle was waiting for her.
“I’m finished,” he repeated.
“Good. Let’s get back to the group.”
They returned to the camp site, which by now had some tents set up. The group started collecting firewood, and soon had a nice fire burning in the middle of the clearing. It was getting dark now, and the children and counselors gathered around the fire, holding sticks with marshmallows on the ends. They sat on some log benches that had been put their purposely for the group. The faces of the 3 counselors and the 8 children glowed in the firelight as they talked about the activities of the day, along with what they would be doing the next day.
“Hey Miss Kelly?” one of the boys asked.
“What’s up, little buddy?” Kelly responded, bubbly as ever.
“Can you tell us a scary story?”
The other kids agreed and started begging for a scary story. “Yeah, make it REALLY scary!” “Make it have monsters and stuff!”
“Alright, everyone!” Kelly quieted the group down, then got a serious look on her face, her eyes squinting a bit as she began. “Have any of you ever heard the story of…” She paused for dramatic effect. “…Freaky Frank?”
The kids all shook their heads, silent but excited. Laura listened with interest; Kelly could come up with some creative, if not slightly stupid, stories.
Kelly continued, using grandiose hand gestures as she talked. “One night, a night much like tonight, a camper named Frank got out of his tent past lights-out. He thought it would be fun to go exploring by himself in the dark, dark forest. So, without telling the counselors where he was going, he started walking into the trees. He kept walking, waaaaay out into the depths of the forest. At one point, he looked back, and realized he lost sight of the camp! He turned around and tried to find his way back, but he was lost. He cried for help, but nobody could hear him; he was too far away by now. When everyone woke up the next morning, he was nowhere to be found.”
She looked around. Some of the boys had big smiles on their faces as they anticipated the next part of the story, while others, mainly the 3 girls, looked quite nervous.
“Then, on the next camping trip, the group came to a lake near the forest to go swimming. But one of the boys decided to swim too far out, away from the rest of the kids. The counselors begged him to turn around, but he didn’t listen. Then, the boy saw bubbles come up from the water beneath him.” Some of the boys giggled at this. “Oh, it’s not what you think it was. The boy looked down into the water and saw something coming up towards him. He got scared, and tried to turn around, but it was too late. Then… SPLASH!” Kelly shot her hands out in front of her and yelled, making the children flinch. The girls also squealed a bit out of fear. “There was Frank, his face white and ugly with red eyes, and he GRABBED the kid by the ankle and PULLED him under the water. And the two were never… seen… again. And THAT’s why you ALWAYS listen to your counselors.”
Kelly concluded the story and looked around. Four of the boys’ faces beamed with excitement, and they clapped at the conclusion. One of the boys and the three girls were quite frightened. The boy looked at Laura. “Miss Laura, is Freaky Frank gonna get me?” he asked fearfully.
Laura looked back skeptically, silently congratulating Kelly for scaring the living shit out of these children. “Ah, don’t worry,” Laura said. “Kelly is just making up silly stories.”
Kelly heard this, and looked at the boy. “Yeah, I might be… But we wouldn’t wanna find out the hard way, would we now?” She looked at the child with wide, threatening eyes. The boy was on the verge of tears, and Kelly suddenly stopped. “Okay, okay, yeah it’s just a story.” She went over to the child to comfort him. Laura chuckled a bit and shook her head. As much as Kelly loved children, she could sometimes take things too far.
The group finally settled into the tents, the counselors all sharing the largest of them. They were to take shifts during the night to check on the children and make sure they were all still in their tents. Laura took the first shift and sat on the bench near the burned-out campfire. She reached into her pocket for her phone, then felt the gem that she had found earlier, and pulled that out instead. She examined it, turned it over in her hands, rubbed a bit of dirt off of it. Then, as she watched, it began to glow as it had before. She stared intently, the red light hypnotizing her. Woah… she thought. Then, a bright flash blinded her. She drew in a breath quickly as she reached for her eyes with her free hand. She rubbed them, and her eyes slowly adjusted once again to the darkness around her. She looked back at the gem, but it had vanished. Realizing she must have dropped it, she looked for it on the ground beneath her, but couldn’t find it. She decided that she had just been tired and imagined the light, and now couldn’t find the jewel because of the darkness. Probably just a cheap toy anyway, she thought. Shrugging off the whole situation, she reached once more for her phone and played a game on it, waiting for her shift to end.
CHAPTER 2: THE INSTINCT
Laura awoke the next morning to the sound of a bell, the “morning bell” that the head counselor banged on until all the kids were out of their tents. It usually annoyed Laura, but she was feeling surprisingly well this morning. She sat up and grinned a little, wondering where this energy had come from. She normally didn’t feel this good even after coffee! She jumped out of the tent and started to help wake the kids up.
“Come on, sleepy heads!” she yelled. “Time to get up!” She went from tent to tent, yelling inside for the children to come out and get breakfast, which consisted of some eggs, bacon and oatmeal cooked over the fire. Laura devoured her breakfast with great satisfaction, and Kelly took notice of her unusual flightiness.
“What’s gotten into you this morning?” Kelly asked, grinning at her roommate.
“I don’t know,” Laura shrugged. “Just feel good today is all.”
“Well that’s good, because we got a full schedule today packed with fun activities!”
The children were still pretty tired and groggily ate their breakfast. This soon changed, however, when one of the kids decided to start a game. All it took were three little words: “Tag, you’re it.” Suddenly, the 8 kids all dropped their food and ran all over the place, nearly knocking down several of the tents. Some even ran out into the woods, and the 3 counselors began desperately rounding them back up.
When it appeared that they had everyone, the eldest counselor did a head count. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…” She stopped, counted once more, and again stopped at the number seven. “Wait a minute… Where’s Emily?”
The counselors searched the entire clearing, telling the children to sit and stay near the campfire. But the girl was nowhere to be found. It was nearly unfathomable; in just moments they had lost one of the children.
They nearly went into a panic, when suddenly, Laura heard a scream. It sounded like it was right next to her and she whipped her head, but neither Kelly nor the head counselor seemed to notice. She asked, “Did you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?” they responded in unison.
“I thought I-” Just then, Laura heard it again. “Emily’s in trouble; I can hear her!”
It still seemed that the other two couldn’t hear the noise, but it was no matter. Kelly said with anticipation, “Well, hurry up! I’ll come with you; Mrs. Reinhart, you stay here with the kids.”
Knowing she wouldn’t be as fast as the two younger girls, the head counselor agreed. Laura ran off and Kelly followed behind. But Laura was running much faster than usual, and Kelly found it difficult to keep up. While Laura dodged the trees with ease, Kelly had to stop every so often to adjust her path. Soon, there was a large gap between the two girls, but Laura paid no mind. She was focused on helping Emily.
They were nearing the edge of the forest now and Laura saw a white van just outside the trees, and a man walking towards it with something in his arms. This something, Laura realized, was Emily, and that creep was about to make off with her. Laura heard muffled screams coming from the girl, as her mouth had been covered somehow. She didn’t know what came over her, but some drive deep within her sent her speeding towards the man, faster than she had ever run in her life. As the man opened the door of his van, he saw the young adult rushing towards him, and hurried into the driver’s seat. The engine revved, but Laura reached the vehicle before it could pull off. She ran to the driver’s side, which was facing the woods, and tried to yank the door open, but it was locked. So in a blind fury, she punched the window, sending glass shattering throughout the front of the van. The middle-aged, bearded man recoiled in shock. He was not buckled in, so Laura, red with anger, grabbed his shirt and pulled him onto the ground below with incredible strength. By this time, Kelly had finally caught up and watched the scene unfold. The man, now face-up on the ground, pulled a gun from his jacket and aimed it at her chest. But this did not faze Laura. She jumped on the man with great swiftness, grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm to the ground with her left hand. She started punching him maniacally with her right fist, leaving giant bruises and gashes on his face. Finally, Kelly ran over and pulled Laura off of the now half-conscious man, screaming in protest as she did so.
“That’s enough, Laura! Get off of him before you kill him!” She dragged her friend off of the man, setting her on the ground next to him. Kelly then noticed the gun in the man’s hand, and tenderly took it from his weak grasp, placing it on the ground next to the van. Laura was now panting, her face still red with madness. Her mind was buzzing with slight glimpses of what she had just done. What had come over her? She would have never expected herself to respond like that to this kind of situation. As she sat panting and recovering, she became faintly aware of a wetness in her pants. But she was too frazzled to care, and continued to collect herself as Kelly took out her phone and dialed 911.
The man was arrested shortly thereafter, and Emily was freed from the van. She hugged Kelly and Laura, still scared out of her wits from the traumatizing situation, tears streaming down her face. Kelly dialed the head counselor informing her of the situation, and it was decided that remainder of the week’s activities be cancelled and the children returned to their homes. As it turned out, Laura did unconsciously wet herself during her incredible rescue mission, but that was the least of anyone’s concerns. Her unexpected bravery had saved Emily from further harm, the likes of which nobody wanted to imagine.
The counselors turned the children over to their parents. They watched Emily’s parents embrace her in a huge hug, so happy that their little girl was safe. After the parents thanked the counselors profusely for their bravery, Kelly and Laura drove to their apartment together in Kelly’s yellow buggy. As they drove, Kelly pelted her roommate with questions, unable to believe what her own eyes had witnessed.
“What the heck was that?! I’ve never seen anything that incredible before! You’re a hero, you know that? You should be on the news or something! I bet they call you, I bet they call and you get to be on the news-”
Laura silenced her energetic friend, still exhausted from her sudden burst of energy. “I’m not going on the news, Kelly. I just want to go home and get some rest.” She began to notice the urine in her pants more and more, the wetness getting quite irritating as they drove.
Kelly looked back. “Wow, heroic AND modest, are we?” She grinned from ear to ear, absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. “What a gal. Well, I think you’ve definitely earned that nap, to say the least. You want anything, soda, water? Something to eat?”
Laura was now resting her head in her hand, her elbow against the car door. “No thanks, I just want to go home please.” Silence passed between the two for the rest of the drive as Laura tried to comprehend what had occurred. Whatever that was, it wasn’t her. Something had taken her over, had possessed her, during those crucial moments. She thought maybe she could attribute it to the sheer gravity of the situation, driving her to a state of desperation. But even then, that didn’t explain the unusual speed and strength with which she carried out her actions. It all became too much, and she quit thinking altogether.
They reached the apartment and Laura dragged herself out of the car, while Kelly sprinted to the door and began tugging on the locked handle. She then reached her hand up and motioned a punch towards the window. It became apparent that she was imitating the scene from earlier that day. Laura ignored it, waiting impatiently for her to unlock the door. After some giggles, Kelly finally reached for her keys and unlocked the door, holding it open for Laura. “Heroes first,” she said politely. Laura trudged through the door and walked straight to the bathroom, stripping off her shirt and wet pants to prepare for a shower. She stepped in, feeling the hot, steamy water pour down over her body, soothing her as she pushed the memories of her attack to the back of her mind.
Meanwhile, Kelly flipped on the TV, seeing if the situation had reached the news yet. She turned to the local news station and, sure enough, the face of the man who had tried to kidnap Emily was on full display as the newscaster spoke.
“…arrested on the charge of attempting to kidnap a young girl at a local camp site. He was found beaten severely on the ground, a weapon laying near his body. We’re still collecting the details on how this situation played out. In other news, a dog is capturing the hearts of millions…”
The man’s face was replaced with the newscaster’s as the subject changed. Kelly could barely contain her excitement. She was living with a hero! A real, genuine hero! She squealed with delight, imagining herself standing beside Laura as she received a medal of honor from an important man in a suit, and an audience clapping beneath them. Her fantasy was cut off by Laura’s request for a towel, which she had forgotten to grab in her haste. Kelly sprang quickly to her feet and grabbed a towel out of a nearby closet, handing it to Laura through the shower curtain. “Anything else I can do for you, hero?”
“Yeah, quit calling me that.” Laura was getting irritated with Kelly now; she was making too big a deal out of this. It was just a blind instinct, nothing more. She figured that anyone would have done the same thing in that situation. Still, she couldn’t help but feel that something was a bit off about the whole thing…
Too tired to care, she dried herself off and dressed herself in pajamas. She then flopped into her bed face down, falling almost immediately into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 3: THE PLOT THICKENS
Laura slept the rest of the the day and through the night, having glimpses in her dreams of the events that had taken place the previous day. She saw herself running toward a van, smashing glass, pulling a man out of the vehicle, punching him senseless…
She woke up the next morning with a start. Unsure of what time it was, she checked the clock. 8:00 AM. She had slept nearly 20 hours straight!
Just like the morning before, she was loaded with energy for some unknown reason. She jumped out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom, relieving herself and brushing her teeth. Kelly was still asleep in the bedroom beside hers; she was still fully clothed and looked quite disheveled. Laura knew that she must have gone out last night, and probably bragged to a huge group of friends about what had happened yesterday.
Laura felt quite hungry and made herself a large bowl of cereal, along with a generous serving of eggs and toast. While she was digging into her meal, there was a knock on the door.
The door opened to an important-looking, perky woman holding a clipboard and pen. She looked middle-aged but with few wrinkles, indicating a face-lift. She smiled at Laura and began speaking. “Hi! I’m Michelle Banks from the TBC 19 News station. I received a tip that a Miss Laura Black may have been involved in the camping incident yesterday, and I’d like to conduct a short interview with her.”
Laura didn’t know what to say for a moment. She looked confusedly at the woman, about to turn her away, when Kelly appeared in the hallway. Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she came to the door. “Hey, who’s this?” she said groggily, her eyes still half-closed.
Laura was about to answer, but the woman cut her off. “Michelle Banks, TBC 19 News, here to get some info on yesterday’s camping occurrence. Is there a Miss Laura Black here?”
Kelly’s tiredness was immediately lifted and her eyes lit up. Laura opened her mouth to answer, but was once again cut off, this time by Kelly. “Why yes, she’s right here!” Kelly’s hands directed towards Sara, palms up, in a presentation-like manner.
The reporter beamed. “So YOU’RE Laura! I heard you did some amazing things yesterday!”
“Okay, hang on a minute.” Laura was not amused. “Who told you about yesterday and what did they say?”
“Sorry, I’m not at liberty to release the identity-”
“It was ME!” Kelly squealed excitedly. “Can you believe it, Laura?? You’re gonna be FAMOUS!” She hugged her roommate from the side, but Laura pushed her off.
“Can you excuse us for just a second?” Laura asked.
“Absolutely!” The reporter responded, perky as ever.
Laura shut the door and turned, scowling, to Kelly. “Why did you call her? I told you I didn’t want to be on the news!”
Kelly was incredulous. “What are you talking about?? Look, I know you want to be modest about this whole thing but-”
“No, it’s not that, Kelly. Something wasn’t right yesterday. It’s like… I wasn’t even the same person. I don’t want this getting publicity.”
“What do you mean ‘not right?’ You saved a little girl from getting kidnapped! If that’s not right, I don’t know what is.”
Laura’s anger faded a bit, and she thought the whole thing through. Finally she said, “Okay, I’ll talk to this lady. BUT-” She said this last word loudly before Kelly got too excited. “I’m telling her that I want to remain anonymous. Like I said, I don’t want publicity.”
Kelly’s excitement faded a little, as she resented this option. But seeing that Laura was adamant in her position, she didn’t push the issue. “Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “But you’re really giving up a great opportunity here.”
Laura reopened the door. “Alright, come on in Miss Banks.”
“Oh please,” the bubbly reporter responded. “Call me Michelle. We’re all friends here.”
Laura was skeptical of this statement, but led the high-heeled reporter to the couch in the living room. The two sat down and began discussing.
“Now,” Laura said, “before we start, I wanna make something clear. You do not use my name in this report. I’m an anonymous girl. No, not even a girl. Don’t specify anything about who I am. I don’t want any media attention, understand?”
The reporter was a bit crestfallen, but didn’t let the girl’s request ruin her attitude. “Of course, I understand. So why don’t you just start from the beginning?”
The reporter readied her pen on the clipboard and began scribbling as Laura recalled what she could about the incident. She remembered hearing a scream in the woods, then running very fast. She stated that it seemed like some kind of force had taken her over. She then talked about how she saw the man carrying Emily toward the white van, and everything was a blur from there. There was sprinting, flying glass, and punches. And that was all.
The reporter continued scribbling. “Good, good,” she said. “This will make a great story. Just one more question. How do you feel about the incident? Do you have any regrets, anything you would’ve done differently looking back?”
Laura hadn’t thought about what she might’ve done differently. Sure, she acted way out of the ordinary. But looking back, it seemed like a proper response, one that helped save a little girl from God-knows-what. “No, I don’t regret anything. I think any right-minded person would’ve done the same thing in that situation.”
The reporter wrote this last bit down, then smiled at Laura. “Thank you so much, Laura. I really appreciate your time.” She then looked over to Kelly, who had been standing to the side the whole time. “And thank you for calling.”
The reporter made her way to the door, which Laura shut behind her. She turned to Kelly, who had a proud look on her face. “Aww,” she gushed, “my little hero!”
“I told you to stop calling me that.” Laura was still mad that Kelly had deliberately went against her wishes. But she let it go, and returned to her breakfast.
The next couple days were a bit unusual for Laura. First off, she seemed much hungrier than usual, and far more energetic. It even got to the point where she started going for jogs, something she had never done before, just to burn the excess energy. She also continued to receive unhampered praise from her roommate, who was still starstruck from Laura’s heroism. When the news report about the kidnapping finally aired, Kelly forced Laura to watch with her, and nearly screamed with delight when it ended. “THAT’S MY HERO!” she yelled, peppering Laura with hugs and kisses against her will.
One day, Laura decided to go out for a jog once again, still feeling energetic as she had the past few days. She decided to try a different route, turning left out of her apartment rather than right. After about 10 minutes, she was getting into downtown territory. She passed several alleyways and old, decrepit buildings, along with some tough-looking characters who glanced over as she passed. At one point, she reached a dead end, and decided to turn back.
It was on her trip back that a group of men she had passed along the way stopped her. They blocked her path, and when she tried to go around, they simply cut her off again. “Hey girl,” one of them said, “never seen you around here before.”
Laura sensed trouble, but tried to be polite. “Just passing through,” she said with a nervous smile. Again, she tried to go around them, but they were resilient.
“Hey, what’s your hurry?” Another one of them said. “We just wanna talk.”
“Sorry guys, I really don’t have time. I gotta get back home.” Laura was getting tense, feeling her heart beat even faster than it had been from her running.
“Oh c’mon, I’m sure whatever it is can wait. Just talk to us for a little.” The one who spoke reached his hand out to touch Laura’s shoulder. She reacted without thinking, knocking the hand away. The boys “ooh’d” as the one who reached for her took on a surprised look.
“Sorry,” Laura said quickly. “I have a boyfriend, and he’ll be really mad if he finds out I was talking to you.” This was a lie, of course. But she would say anything at this point to be let free.
“I don’t give a fuck WHAT your boyfriend thinks!” the one whose hand had been slapped said. He reached again for the girl, but faster this time. He grabbed her arm quickly and firmly, and began leading her to one of the nearby alleys. The group followed behind, sexually taunting her as she was being dragged.
“Yeah, this one’s nice.” “Mmm, can’t wait to get my hands on you girl.” “You gonna enjoy this baby.”
As she was being pulled against her will, she suddenly felt a familiar sensation begin bubbling up inside her. She could feel her energy rising, and she was growing more angry by the second. Her face got a deep red as she gritted her teeth. She realized that this was the feeling that had overtaken her several days before at the woods, and tried to fight it down. But it was no use; her full fury was about to be unleashed.
She used her right hand to reach over to her left arm where the thug’s hand was gripping her. She grabbed his fingers and pulled them across the back of his hand, nearly breaking them and causing him to recoil. He released his grip, and looked back amusingly at Laura. “Looks like we got a tough one here.” Again, his partners “ooh’d” in delight. He reached for Laura for the third time, but this time she grabbed his wrist as his hand reached toward her. She swiftly pulled his arm so that it was directly over her leg, and grabbed his upper arm with her other hand. His elbow was facing down, and her knee shot up to make contact, snapping the joint. The man screamed in pain, falling to his knees while his lower arm hung limply out of place. This had all occurred in little more than a second, and the rest of the group gaped at the scene. Laura was still fuming, and as another pair of hands reached for her from behind, she somehow knew that it was coming. She turned around and her fist made contact with the thug’s nose, shoving the bone inward and flattening his face. He reached up to his nose and yelled out in agony as blood poured down to the ground. Laura felt herself wanting more; she wanted someone else to reach for her and dare test her patience. But the other four members had seen enough.
“Woah shit, man. This girl knows karate or something.”
“Yeah fuck this, I’m outta here.”
As the remainder of the group backed off and walked quickly away, Sara could feel herself calming down. She hadn’t exerted nearly as much energy as last time, but it was still enough so that she felt a bit out of it. As she returned to herself, she looked down at the damage she had caused. She had mixed feelings about the whole ordeal, and felt pretty confused. What was going on? What caused her to keep transforming like this? She thought about calling an ambulance for the two on the ground, who were still groaning in horrendous pain form their injuries. But she wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible without being seen. She started running for home, realizing as she went that she had once again wet herself sometime during the ordeal. Only this time, the wetness did not come all the way down her pants. In fact, some of it seemed to be absorbed into her panties.
Once she had gotten a reasonable distance away from the incident, she reached down quickly to feel her underwear. She had originally just been wearing a regular old pair of panties, but now, they felt significantly thicker. Did I put on a pad this morning? she thought. But thinking back, she could not recall doing so, and anyways, she had just gotten off her period the week before. But she shrugged it off, trying to wrap her mind around the beating she had delivered as she walked the rest of the way to her apartment.
CHAPTER 4: GONE TOO FAR
Kelly was on the couch texting her friend and watching TV when she heard the door open. She turned and saw Laura walk in, who looked exhausted.
“Hey hero,” she said with a grin, “how was your run?”
“It was fine.” Laura kept it brief; she didn’t want Kelly knowing what had happened.
“You look awfully tired,” Kelly said with some concern.
“Well duh, I just got done running.” Laura started shuffling awkwardly to her room, feeling her slightly-thicker panties squish as she did so. Kelly stood up to greet her face-to-face, and took notice of the wetness on her running shorts.
“Laura, did… did you have an accident?” Kelly pointed at the damp spot on Laura’s crotch.
“Um, no. There was just this puddle that splashed up and hit me.”
But Kelly caught a whiff of something that was definitely not water. “It smells like pee. You did have an accident, didn’t you?” she asked accusingly. “The only other time I’ve seen that happen is when…” Kelly suddenly put the pieces together, and her eyes went wide with excitement. “Omagosh, what happened? Did you beat up another bad guy? Did you save the day again?? You GOTTA tell me!!” She was in hysterics, grabbing Laura by the shoulders and shaking the poor girl, begging for an answer.
Laura freed herself, agitated that she would now have to explain herself to Kelly. She quickly said, “There were just these guys who stopped me on my run. They tried grabbing me so I punched one of them, okay? That’s all.”
But this was all Kelly needed, and she squealed with delight yet again. “The Mighty Laura Strikes again!” she yelled triumphantly, raising her fist in the air. “Now if only we could get her to stop wetting herself!” She giggled as she finished this last statement.
Laura had heard enough and was now thoroughly irritated. “Just let me go get changed,” she sighed. She made her way past her excitable roommate and to the bathroom. She removed her shorts and took a look at her underwear before taking them off. They had definitely changed somehow, as it seemed to now be made of some thicker material. She touched it, and it squished under the pressure, releasing some of her urine on the inside. Laura felt the cool liquid against her crotch and realized that she had been right in her observation: her panties had, in fact, absorbed some of her pee. She wondered how this had happened but didn’t dwell on it, as she was yearning for the hot shower water.
After taking her shower, she put her shorts and slightly-thicker underwear in the washer and went to her room. She napped until the wash cycle had finished, then switched her load to the drier. As she did so, she realized that her panties had somehow shrunk back to normal size. She was a bit confused, but didn’t concern herself with it. Maybe it’s just my imagination, she thought.
In any case, Laura’s energy was beginning to return and she was getting hungry. She went out to the couch where Kelly was talking on the phone. “Oh look, there she is now!” Kelly said excitedly. She directed her voice towards Laura. “Hey, I’m on the phone with Brittany. Told her what happened and she doesn’t believe me! Will you come tell her?”
Laura felt herself getting frustrated. “Damn it, Kelly, can’t you just keep this quiet? How many times do I have to tell you: I DON’T want any attention.”
Kelly rolled her eyes and went back to her conversation. “Okay she won’t tell you, but I’m telling you the truth!… Whatever… Okay, see ya Brit.” She hung up the phone and turned to Laura, an irritated look on her face. “You know, you really know how to turn something exciting into something boring.”
Laura was unaffected by this comment, and was just glad that Kelly had complied. “Whatever, Kelly. I’m starving; you wanna go somewhere to eat?”
“Sure!” Kelly said, her bubbly demeanor renewed.
The two got into Kelly’s buggy and drove off. Kelly babbled the whole way about Laura’s heroism, fantasizing aloud about all sorts of impossible situations. Laura tuned her out. God, she thought, how did I get stuck with such an annoying roommate?
She reminisced back to when she had first met Kelly in high school. The two were in totally different cliques, Kelly among the popular girls and Laura among the geeky and unnoticed. Kelly was the type of girl that could talk to anyone. She happily engaged in conversation on any topic and seemed to always have something to say. People delighted in her positive attitude and were drawn to her like a magnet. Laura, on the other hand, was just quietly slipping her way through school. She didn’t like attention and kept to herself, with only a couple friends here and there. The two girls didn’t pay much attention to each other through the first three years, but in their senior year they were assigned to be partners in a presentation project. Laura remembered how Kelly just wouldn’t stop talking while they worked, which suited her fine at the time. It just meant that Laura could talk that much less. They managed to worked out a wonderful system for their project: Laura did most of the research while Kelly did most of the talking during the presentation.
After receiving an A on the project, Kelly had grown fond of Laura and started calling her to hang out among other friends. Laura declined at first, not out of a dislike for Kelly, but because she felt uncomfortable around others in general. Kelly was persistent, however, and called her on a near-daily basis. One day, Laura submitted, and Kelly finally introduced Laura to her friends. Laura did have fun, but still preferred being alone or in smaller groups. Eventually, the girls found out that they would be attending the same college, so Kelly came up with the brilliant idea to rent an apartment together near the campus. Laura was apprehensive about this idea, but soon agreed to it, figuring that it would be cheaper than room and board and would save her an hour-long trip to school every day. So the two moved in together and found each other to be somewhat compatible, although Laura often got annoyed with Kelly’s excessive talking.
Laura was snapped out of her flashback when they stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant. Her mouth was watering at the thought of orange chicken and rice. The two walked in and were seated, and both ordered a Coke when the waiter asked for drink orders. As the waiter walked away, Kelly said skeptically, “You know, I don’t think you told me the truth about what happened earlier today.”
Laura gave her a strange look. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, the beating you delivered? I’m sure it was more than just you punching the guy. I mean, you almost killed that other guy who was about to kidnap Emily!” Laura got a nervous look on her face and bit her lower lip. “Ahh, see! I knew it! C’mon, spill it! What really happened?”
Unfortunately, Laura was not good at lying. It always made her feel dirty, and she only did it earlier to keep Kelly from jumping off the walls. So she told Kelly everything: getting stopped by the 6 thugs, getting grabbed, breaking the guy’s arm, and punching the other guy square in the face. She even told Kelly how she felt afterward.
“I don’t know, it was weird. Almost like… I wanted more. I wanted someone else to try and grab me so that I could beat them up.” She said this with some shame in her voice. “What’s wrong with me, Kelly?”
Kelly was about to answer when the waiter came back with the drinks. “And what can I get you to eat?” he asked.
Kelly responded first. “I’ll just have a plate of dumplings, please.”
The waiter then turned to Laura, who was scanning the menu. “Um yeah… Can I have this family pan of chicken and rice?”
Kelly was dumbfounded, and her eyes grew wide. The waiter was equally surprised. “You mean that one?” He pointed at the menu.
“Yup. That one.” Laura was unaffected by their stares; she was just hungry.
The waiter wrote it down with a concerned look on his face. “Alright, it’ll be ready in about 30 minutes.”
After the waiter was gone, Kelly continued to gawk at her friend. “Are you insane?? You’re not gonna eat all of that!”
Laura responded calmly, “I’m just really hungry. I’ve been eating a lot more lately, but it doesn’t seem like I’m getting any heavier.”
“Well, keep eating like that and it won’t be long.” Kelly dropped the topic and moved on to friendly gossip.
The waiter came back, carrying a small plate in one hand and a large, tin pan in the other. He set the plate of dumplings down in front of Kelly and the pan in front of Laura. Kelly nibbled at her dumplings every once in a while between her blabbering while Laura hungrily scarfed down chunks of meat accompanied by handfuls of rice. She nodded at Kelly every once in a while, her face covered in orange sauce from the chicken. Incredibly, she managed to finish the entire pan before Kelly even finished her dumplings. Laura leaned back, quite satisfied with her meal, while Kelly stared on once more. “I cannot believe you just did that,” she said. Laura simply smiled in response.
After about an hour more of Kelly talking and nibbling while Laura listened, the two started for home. It was dark now, and the streets were somewhat empty. They were approaching a 4-way intersection with a stale green light. Just as they were getting close to the point of no return, the light flashed yellow. Kelly stepped on it.
Worried, Laura began, “Kelly, don’t-”
“It’s fine, we’ll make it,” Kelly said. No sooner did they pass under the lights that it changed from yellow to red. But Kelly had no time to feel proud of herself, as they were suddenly blindsided by a vehicle coming from the left. The collision occurred at 40 miles per hour, and the effects were immediate. Glass shattered and flew into Kelly’s face, and her left arm was knocked into an awkward position. Laura was largely unaffected except for some glass hitting her skin, but she was terrified nonetheless. The cars continued traveling to the right as Kelly screamed in pain, and they came to a stop after 5 seconds of screeching and sliding. After recovering from her initial state of terror, Laura turned to Kelly, who now had tears of shock running down her face. She tried to move her left arm, but the bone had been snapped in two. Her face was scratched and bruised from the glass shards, and blood ran down the left half, mixing with the tears.
Seeing her friend in such a state made Laura’s anger rise like never before. She unbuckled herself and got out of the car, walking swiftly towards the other car, whose front had been smashed and crumpled. The man stumbled out of the car at the same time as Laura. He smelled of alcohol, and was obviously drunk. He looked confusedly at Laura, who was now seething with rage. She raised her fist and it met the man square in the jaw, throwing him to the ground in one lightning-fast move. Kelly watched from inside the car, screaming for her friend to stop. But Laura paid no mind, as she was now down on top of the man, throwing punch after punch, left and right across the limp man’s face. She stood up and started kicking the man, stomping his stomach and chest. Soon, the man could take no more, and promptly regurgitated, still lying face-up. Coughing and gurgling, he struggled to his side as Laura slowly came back to herself, her mind numb. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her stomach, and fell to her knees as she involuntarily released her dinner from earlier. It came shooting out of her anus without any effort, quickly filling her panties, which she now felt were wet and enlarged once again. For a full minute, soft, wet feces poured out of her, mushing up against her butt and crotch. When she finally finished, she breathed heavily, not fully realizing what she had just done. Exhausted, she sat back against the man’s wrecked car, squishing the contents of her thickened panties, as she heard the approach of sirens somewhere in the distance.